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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: (n.sfw) facesitting w/ Roger & afab!reader
a/n: requested by a person who asked to stay anon (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
hooo boy did i love writing this. Roger is just always a treat to indulge in. sending kisses to my Ace enjoyers, you can savor this guilt-free, i won't tell the matchstick...
contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' used to describe genitals), oral (reader receiving), facesitting, dirty talk, masturbation, fingering
word count: 1k
The door to the captain’s quarters isn’t even fully shut behind you yet when your lips crash on each other and both your shirts fall to the floor with a soft thump, followed by shoes being kicked off and your hands fumbling with Roger’s sash, eagerly trying to get it off. The whole night he had been nothing but a tease, stealing kisses and having his hand under the table wander dangerously high between your thighs, leaving you wet and needy.
“You’re on fire tonight, little one”, Roger chuckles as you strip down to your panties, guiding his hand to the damp spot he caused. He hums deeply, pressing two fingers onto your slit for you to hump on before he pulls your panties aside, dipping them into your wetness. You are on tiptoes, clinging onto his shoulders, soft moans of relief escaping your mouth, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy your hunger – and you weren’t in the mood to leave him the upper hand either, even though the loss of his fingers made your cunt feel so hollow. But not for too long…
“You set me on fire”, you coo, letting your hands slide to his chest before you push him towards the bed full of determination. “Now be good and lay down, Roger.”
Roger smirks at you as he sits on the edge of the bed, licking your essence from his fingers, not breaking eye contact when you press him down to the mattress and crawl on top of him. Through thin layers of clothes you can feel his growing bulge pressing against the throbbing arousal between your thighs, causing him to moan in your open mouth. Roger is a very vocal man in bed and you adore that.
His fingers dig deep in the flesh of your ass, tucking on your panties for you to lift your hips and let him help you out of them. Before his curious fingers can fill you up to the brim again you stand up, legs still spread wide apart in all your naked glory. Roger’s hungry eyes take you all in, grinning widely.
“Well, shit. Sit down, darling, let me devour you already.”
You don’t hesitate and squat down over his face until you can feel his hot breath fanning against your cunt, his gaze lingering on you as he takes a first curious lick that makes you shudder. Roger’s hands dig into your flesh as he kisses the insides of your thighs teasingly, his big mustache tickling you and making your core throb. You want to fully sink down on his face, but he doesn’t let you yet, instead he holds you up as if you weigh nothing, giving your thighs a few playful bites and watching your reaction, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Roger… please…”, you beg, your hands locked in his hair as he blinks at you through long lashes, and just like that he finally pulls you close, sinking you down on his big tongue. You know you wouldn’t last long; you never do in this position. Roger swipes his tongue to charm out those pretty mewls out of you and soon you find yourself clinging onto the headboard, panting heavily as his tongue circles your clit.
Crushed between your thighs Roger seems overwhelmed with joy, letting out those insatiable moans and growls that make your core twitch. Crescent-shaped marks bloom where his nails sink into your skin, making sure you’re not moving away from him and the immense pleasure he was spelling out with his tongue; all of it has you shaking and whimpering with lust on top of the Pirate King’s face.
“Touch yourself. I wanna watch”, you demand and fist his thick black hair, making him look at you directly with those dark eyes you can get lost in so easily. Roger laughs, licking your juices off his lips when you raise your hips slightly.
You swing your legs around, your back facing him now and quickly lower yourself on his face again, needy for his tongue filling your aching core up again. Meanwhile Roger has pulled down his pants enough to let his hard cock bounce free, precum leaking from its tip. It is tempting to just lean forwards and take him all the way down your throat, but Roger has already wrapped his fist around his cock, stroking himself rhythmically. His mustache brushes the insides of your thighs again as he sucks on your clit, just enough to not push you over the edge yet but to make you mewl and whimper, tiny stars dancing in front of your eyes.
“Gonna cum… gonna…hnng…”
You bite your lower lip, hypnotized by the way Roger fucks himself under your gaze with his tongue circling your puffy clit, and just as he arches his back and speeds up his pumps, you feel something inside of you snap. Your fingers dig deep into his abs as your orgasm rushes over you, a broken moan falling out of your mouth; your whole body shaking as you cum on his face, his tongue now licking long strips to keep carrying you on your high a little longer. Your hips move on their own, grinding on his tongue, throbbing from his muffled moans underneath you, and a heartbeat later Roger joins you, shooting his hot white load all over his stomach while everything inside of you still twitches.
When you try to wriggle yourself out of his grip his big hands hold onto you even tighter, not letting you get away. You peek over your shoulder and see his mustache glistening with your essence, his lips in a big grin as he runs two fingers up and down your slit, making you tremble from the sensation of still being sensitive. You can’t help but smile, leaning further into his cheeky touch.
“Teasing much, captain?”
– “Haven’t heard you scream my name yet, darling…”
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Joke *unholy thoughts activated* : Yeah baby make me scream 😍
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anon asked: MAY I PLEEEEASS REQUEST FOR ACCIDENTAL EXHIBITIONIST KAIDO. Like this man is 7 meters tall and and I just imagine the whole onigashima maybe even the whole wano could hear this babygirl’s moan and grunts while doing the deed or flying solo iykwim. maybe even cause a slight earthquake with his thrusts Thank you thank you sososososo much 🛐 (this is so horny im sorry feel free to ignore 😭)
a/n: written by Lale (@childofblackmaria) <3
YES YOU MAY MY BELOVED ANON. whoever you are, thank you for sending this in because it was pure self-care writing this. i love this babygirl and i hope you enjoy reading this!
contains: gn!reader, n.sfw under the cut, rough sex, implied monsterfucking (not descriptive), bit crack but filthy as requested (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
word count: 707
It was happening again.
The Beast Pirates were exchanging nervous glances, holding onto each other as they ran outside, away from everything that could drop down from shelves or the ceiling. The kitchen staff was alarmed as soon as the plates in the kitchen cabinet were starting to clatter, grabbing their few belongings and some pots and pans to alarm everyone else on their way out. This was not a drill. The floor was shaking slightly, the walls of the castle were starting to crumble a bit. It felt like an earthquake but it was not.
Kaido was fucking again.
Fucking you, to be precise. You had always joked about being able to take him – once, when you had a death wish maybe – but now that it was really happening you regret your words a little maybe; they might have turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy. No amount of lube could have prepared you, your hole, for his merciless, literally earth-shattering thrusts. He went from his flirty, drunk phase straight to his dicking down area, his only mission now was to fuck.
And boy, was he enjoying it.
The sweet moans and growls coming out from deep inside his throat, the whimpers when he was balls-deep inside of you, holding still to feel you clenching around him, only to increase the speed of his thrusts the next second, making you arch your back in lust and desperation, the sensation of him being inside too strong too handle almost. You adored that he wasn’t holding back though, you always loved a man who was loud in bed, letting you know how heavenly that cunt felt that was squeezing them dry.
Kaido was fucking you against the wall of his chambers, but not even the massive bricks were able to withhold his thrusts, causing slight cracks that grew bigger and bigger until the whole wall crumbled. Talk about some wrecking balls.
He didn’t care about the bedroom wall being gone and continues fucking you on the hallway, the slaps of his skin on yours echoing through the whole castle by now probably, making the transmission powers of the Marys completely unneccessary. You wail out his name as you fall apart under his cock, your whimpers and his groans turning into a sweet choir of lust and hunger, the sloppy movements of his hips an unsteady rhythm, the slaps drumming through the whole Skull Dome.
Meanwhile the Tobiroppo also gathered outside, listening to the spectacle unimpressed. Just another Tuesday night with their feral captain, what’s new? King was leaning disinterested against a tree, staring at the sea, probably contemplating his life choices while Queen was getting ready for an impromptu concert to the sound of Kaido’s balls slapping which echoed from every wall that was still standing in Onigashima.
Who’s Who and Sasaki were taking bets about how long he’s gonna last this time and if he was gonna cry afterwards again and if he will switch into his dragon form in between; meanwhile Black Maria was filing her nails, small talking with her subordinates and watching over Ulti who was this close to stomping to Kaido, asking him if he was stupid for interrupting her favorite telenovela that was on air right now. Page One looked like he was ready to drown himself just to escape this whole mess, he couldn’t even grab his headphones on his way out to mute the noise. X Drake took a mental note that his boss and also his therapist will hear about this, already filing a lawsuit in his mind.
Several hours and a big bang later, Onigashima was finally quiet again, the haunting echoes stopped. A few stones were still crumbling from the ceiling and Kaido’s subordinates returned to the castle, trying to clean up the mess and damage he caused, still avoiding his chambers though where he was now sobbing in your arms, sad because it was over and also relieved because you were still standing, despite everything (Who’s Who won his bet about the dragon form). You pat his massive back and send a prayer to the gods for letting you walk out of that night alive, even though you were a bit hungry for another round, to be honest…
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Raffle Prize: Undercover w/ Law & fem!reader
a/n: 1st prize of my raffle with @mamma-marimo being the lucky winner!! congrats again, my dearest. she requested:
An idea I had in mind is maybe Law and an F!reader (can be Gn if you prefer) are at some sort of costume party or are undercover where they have to go together as partners so it creates that sort of sexual tension with lots of stolen glances? It’s totally up to you of course so feel free to go wild and do what you’d like! I’ll also happily leave it up to you to decide either it’s sfw or nsfw :)
i was SO excited to write for this because the prompt was so fun and it's been a while since i wrote Law. also what can i say? when you said "feel free to go wild", i did and now it's a whole lot longer than the promised 1.5k (￣▽￣*)ゞ i don't think you mind though. hope you enjoy this piece, i had fun writing this!
contains: fem!reader (no pronouns used but terms like "girl" and "queen", reader wears a dress, mention of lace underwear, "cunt" used to describe gentials), ns.fw under the cut, dirty talk, vaginal penetration, breath play, handjobs (reader giving & receiving), oral (reader receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (no breeding or pregnancy implied), exhibitionism (they're not being caught though), hints of misuse of devil fruit at the very end but nothing descriptive. please let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 5.3k
“So, what do we look like?”
You do a little twirl in your dress, letting the feather coat slip slightly off your shoulders as you strut up and down the lounge in your heels, the half veil covering your nose and mouth fluttering slightly. Law leaned in the door frame behind you, also dressed up from head to toe, wearing his finest suit and a feather coat matching yours and a fake beard you couldn’t talk him out of. Both of you went extra on the golden accessories, including two small crowns, making you king and queen.
You also spent a whole hour on your makeup, trying to draw the perfect winged eyeliner until Law lent you the steady hand of a surgeon, mastering it at his very first try. Needless to say that the way he tilted your head in his hands and his golden eyes lingering on you made your heart drum in your chest…
Bepo was on the edge of his seat, holding up his imaginary 10 points sign, his eyes sparkling. Shachi and Penguin didn’t seem to be very impressed, sitting cross legged on the sofa, chins resting on their palms, their eyes following you across the room.
“Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopper, spectacular–”
“Hilarious.”
“Party theme must be ‘bird farm’.”
“You look rich but in a ‘killed my rich ex-husband because he didn’t pay alimonies’ way.”
“Starting a petition to get rid of our overalls and get whatever you two have going on here.”
Your captain shuts them all up with a little tsk, taking a step forward so he stands next to you, your shoulders almost touching. As he was twirling his fake beard between his fingers, you noticed there was a determined sparkle in his eyes; you could tell he was excited about the upcoming mission. Your heart skips another beat when your glances meet and he gives you a slight smile – thankfully half of your face was veiled, hiding your blushing cheeks.
“We’ll get that treasure map in no time and will be far gone already when they notice they’ve been robbed. Right, y/n-ya?”
Right. In a room full of high-ranking marines hosting a costume ball, what could go wrong for two wanted pirates, one of them head over heels in love with their captain? Still, you slap hands with him in agreement which is when you notice a detail both of you have overlooked.
“We still need some gloves for you, Law.” Your fingers brush over the back of his hand, tracing the tattoo of his jolly roger and the letters spelling out DEATH. “Can’t risk someone recognizing you by those.”
Bepo rushes off to get him some gloves while Law’s hand lingers a second too long in yours for it to be an accident, hesitant when he pulls back to smoothen down his suit, coughing slightly. Suddenly your own coat is very interesting, your fingers playing with the hem of it to keep them occupied as if they weren’t tingling from being skin on skin with your captain a few seconds ago.
After discussing the plan one more time (infiltrate the castle where the ball is held, find out which room they keep the treasure map, steal it, run off, success), you’re all settled and Law gives the command to emerge the Polar Tang.
“Nervous?” He glances over to you, waiting to open the door for you both to step out into the night. You take a deep breath in.
“About a few marines? Never.”, you laugh, checking yourself out one last time in a tiny pocket mirror. Marines didn’t scare you. Pretending to be a couple with Law as if you weren’t thinking day in, day out, about what his lips would feel like on yours? Yeah, about that…
“Good. I’ll watch out for you anyway. You’re safe with me.” Law smirks as he adjusts your crown, leaning down so you could fix his, too.
It was a rare sight, him without his signature hat, and you quite enjoyed it. Usually the only times you would see him without it were when he came out of the bathroom late at night, a towel draped around his neck and you would be quick to lower your gaze, trying not to check him out but of course you did anyway – and he knew. He’d mumble your name and you’d stutter out his as you passed each other in the hallway; you peeking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of his broad back, him turning around before he entered his captain quarters, watching you tiptoe around the corner.
You roll your shoulders before you step out into the warm summer night, waving your comrades goodbye before Law uses his devil fruit powers to teleport you both to the shore where your act begins. He holds out his arms for you to link with his and both of you slide effortlessly into the crowd walking towards the brightly lit castle. Despite their costumes you recognize some familiar admirals and for a moment you get nervous, asking yourself if you’re both disguised well enough which is when Law puts his hand on yours, calming you down. He must have noticed your grip tightening around his arm. You exchange quick glances and somehow it’s enough to reassure you that you got this; that you’ll walk out of this together whole and will sail many, many more seas together.
If it wasn’t for all the marines around you, walking up the stairs with Law would feel like a fairy tale coming to life. You did feel very rich and elegant in your evening dress, even more flattered since Law was the one who picked it out when he prepared your mission. Usually he wasn’t the best at disguises but this time he really outdid himself and so far everything went smoothly. Everyone was so busy with themselves that you were barely drawing anybody’s attention, except when you were in the way at the buffet line.
Law and you had decided to wander around between the other guests for a while, trying to overhear conversations of a person bragging about some treasures hidden in this castle. Since the egos of the higher marines were bigger than life it was very likely you would be successful in no time – even though that would also mean that your couple mission would come to an end sooner than you wanted it to be, because admittedly, feeling him this close and acting like lovers felt like a dream coming true.
A live band is playing, guests are talking and laughing loudly, the atmosphere was very loose and lively; everyone here tonight came for a good time. You could see some whispering in secret behind their masquerades, glasses of champagne clinking together, people swaying on the dancefloor with hands wandering sinful places when they thought no one was watching. Meanwhile Law had put his arm around your waist as you wandered around, making sure the two of you didn’t get seperated in the crowd, but also to give you discreet tapping signals when something caught his attention.
Two taps and you search for his eyes, following them across the room to a group of important looking men huddled together. Another tap and you look over your shoulder, keeping an eye on what was going on behind you. For an outsider the two of you just looked like lovers, clinging to each other, exchanging glances and looking away shyly. You could feel your heart drumming in your chest, his tight grip on your hips making it hard for you to focus. Every now and then Law would lean down to you to whisper his observations in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making it extra hard to focus on anything he was saying. In fact, you started to feel dizzy from the noise, the stuffy air and your crush holding you in his arms. It was all a bit too much at once.
“You look like you could need some air, y/n-ya.”
Law looks at you slightly worried, using his teeth to take off one of his gloves despite you hissing at him not to – even though he looked very enticing doing so. He does it anyway, placing his hand in the back of your exposed neck to feel your temperature. Your eyes flutter wide open, startled from his bare skin on yours and a small gasp escapes your throat, only audible for Law. His golden eyes linger on you for a second and it feels as if he’s reading you like an open book; then he takes your hand without a word in his, guiding you across the room. He grabs a water bottle from the buffet as you’re passing it by and shortly after you step out through the huge open back doors into the garden.
The garden is as opulent as the castle but far quieter than the busy ball room, the music only muffled and only a few other people being outside, smoking, kissing, crying – some everything at once. Law doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re both in the shadows of an old tree, hidden from the eyes of others. You pull down your veil and take a deep breath in relief, leaning against the trunk while your captain hands you the water after opening the bottle for you. He musters you up and down and you’re unable to hold his gaze, still flustered from earlier where his lips almost touched your ear and his whispered words set your insides on fire.
“What’s your diagnosis, doctor? Bad-nerves-syndrome?”, you ask jokingly between two sips, trying to gloss over the fact that your crush on him might be that oblivious.
“Luckily we found a cure for that.”, Law smirks, loosening up a bit now that you’re back to your old self again. Without ever admitting it, he was really worried about you earlier, feeling slightly regretful about dragging you on a mission like that.
He leans next to you against the tree, your shoulders touching and you find yourself scooting slightly closer, the back of your hands brushing. You take another glimpse at him in the safety of the dimly lit garden, admiring his side profile. If only he would lean in for a…
You freeze when he turns his head, looking at you with a grin. Could he read minds? Was this a function of his devil fruit powers you didn’t know about? Wait, was he hearing all of these thoughts now, too?
“Change of plans, y/n-ya. We’re not going back in there.” You raise an eyebrow, looking at him quizzically. “We got a few clues about the whereabouts of the treasure map, let’s just search every room until we find it.”
And just like that Law takes your hand once again, guiding you deeper into the garden from where you got a good view of the whole building. His hands without the gloves on feel very warm, almost as if they were made for yours only, a perfect fit. Law pulls out a building plan and with all the clues you overheard during the evening you’re able to narrow down the vague whereabouts of the treasure map, giving you a dozen rooms in the upper stories to search. Just like two black cats the two of you blend in with night, sneaking inside the castle again, making your way through the crowd and into the long empty corridors.
You couldn’t let your guards down just yet. Chances were high that you weren’t the only ones snooping around, it was a marines party after all. Some poor subordinates of the higher ranks would possibly be guarding the door, if not even the whole wing. But still… with Law’s hand in yours nothing felt impossible. You find yourself staring at his back again as you walk behind him, thinking once again what was underneath his big coat as you recall him coming out of the shower. Focus, you command yourself, but granted, it was hard, his close presence making your heart drum so loud in your chest.
Just when you’re about to walk around a corner, Law gestures to you with his index finger pressed to his lips to stay quiet. You could think of another way of how he could shut you up, though…
A few more seconds pass and the voices in the distance are getting quieter again, your sign to start moving as you both steal yourselves into the very first room. The door locks behind you silently. No light was burning, only the bright moonlight flooding through the high-ceiling windows.
“What is this room?”, you whisper, following Law on tiptoes as he walks in the center of it. “Why would one person own this many mirrors and then all store them in one room only? Who needs their private mirror cabinet?”
You both looked around, there were dozens of mirrors in all shapes and sizes arranged across the room, most of them seemed to be very antique and have probably seen various decades of people dancing, crying and falling in love in front of them. And now it was you and him; his golden eyes watching you from every corner, his gaze soft, lovingly almost. Somehow you felt exposed, as if he cut your heart out of your chest and inspected it from every angle, his name written all over it.
His name falls out of your mouth like a prayer when he stands behind you, his hands slipping the feather coat off your shoulders, revealing the tattooed jolly roger on your back. You remembered the day you got the tattoo, how he cornered you in the morning, asking you if you were really sure about this and how you took his face in your hands and just nodded, your stern eyes leaving no room for doubt. Just like the ink under your skin the feelings for him wouldn’t go anywhere and if you couldn’t love him as a lover, you would love him as your captain, devoting everything you had to him, just to be by his side till the very end.
When he kisses the side of your neck, lips trailing down your shoulders, you hold your breath. If this was a dream, you never wished to never wake up from it. Your coat falls down to the floor with a thud, one of Law’s hands around your neck, tilting your head slightly to give him better access to your exposed skin, while his other hand brushes over your arm, giving you shivers. Every inch his lips touch feels like it’s burning, his breath hot on your skin. Thousand kisses plaster your skin through the mirrors, thousand hands wander over your body, thousand hearts drumming in your chest.
“Forgive me, y/n-ya…”, Law mumbles in the crook of your neck as he wraps his arms around you from behind. You sink into his hug, watching your figures through the mirrors; a king and a queen dipped in moonlight, love and desire painting their faces.
“Forgive you for what?” Your voice is merely a whisper. It’s when your eyes meet through the reflections of the mirrors that you know.
Forgive me for falling for you.
You turn around on tiptoes without leaving his embrace, your faces almost touching. Law’s eyelids flutter when you take his face into your hands, just like you did back then, his skin feeling soft and warm under your fingertips. Both of you knew what was about to happen. It was the crescendo of an intense night, almost as if it had been written in the stars for a very long time before this moment, only the moon and a thousand reflections being your witnesses.
Your lips find his and you melt into a deep kiss, one that spoke louder than any words could ever have; it’s as if your whole body just sighs in relief, all the tension from before falling off your shoulders and being replaced with an unknown warmth, with the feeling of coming home, with hunger.
Law has one hand buried in your hair, your bodies pressed together, neither of you daring to pull away. When he gives your hair a slight pull, a hoarse moan escapes your throat, making him chuckle softly before he kisses you again, his tongue slipping in your mouth. Whenever you opened your eyes a bit you could see your sinful reflection, your flushed cheeks, your eyes full of lust, your fingernails digging into his back when he pushes his leg between your thighs for you to grind on it.
You gasp when Law lifts you up with ease and carries you over to a dresser where he sits you down, pushing your legs wide open and you surrender, pulling your dress further up to reveal your soaked panties. He doesn’t touch you, but his eyes alone eat you up from every mirror.
“Such a naughty girl. How long have you been this wet for me?” His hands brush over your knees, fingertips drawing small circles on the inside of your thighs. “Since I took off your coat? Or in the garden already?”
You whine softly when his grip around your thighs tighten, just as the knot in your stomach does, a familiar feeling begging for sweet release. Your head was spinning but you loved this; the way he ate you up with his gaze alone and the outlines of his cock throbbing in his pants, getting harder with every inch he explored of your body. You buck your hips against his touch, biting your lip when he firmly holds you in place, his strength out of this world.
“Those desperate mewls coming from your cabin late at night… Are you thinking about me when you hump your pillow?”, he asks with a smirk, leaning over to kiss you hard once more, a thin thread of drool connecting you both when he pulls away.
You grin as you place a hand on his chest, letting it slide down towards his waistband where your fingers linger for a few heartbeats, just like his hands do dangerously close to your dripping wet core.
“I sure do. Do you think of me too when you use my worn panties to masturbate?” Law’s eyes widened for a second. “It’s not like I leave them in the bath by accident when I know you’re going in there after me...”
And just like that Law leans in for another kiss, his lips clashing on yours as he takes your hand and places it on the fat bulge in his pants, grinding it against your palm. At the same time his other hand cups the aching arousal between your thighs, a hum escaping his throat when he finally feels how dripping wet you are for him, rubbing your cunt over the soaked fabric. Tiny shock waves shoot through your body when he starts circling your clit with his thumb, the tease almost being unbearable.
Even though you wished this high would last forever, you were getting impatient, craving to feel him inside of you, to become one with him. You hastily unzip his pants, wasting no time when you slide them off his hips and watch his hard length bounce free, precum leaking from its tip. You couldn’t wait to be fucked into higher spheres by him. But first…
You slide to the edge of the dresser, lifting your hips to pull off your panties, black lace drenched in your juices. With your legs still spread, revealing your throbbing core, you pull Law in for another kiss, his golden eyes watching every single movement of yours. His soft moans fall broken out of his mouth when you wrap his cock in your panties, rubbing his tip through the lace, stroking him slowly but with a firm grip.
“Is this how you do it when you’re alone?” You smile against his lips, enjoying how he melted under your touch, his breaths sharp. He nods slowly, seeking your gaze while you continue to squeeze him, speeding up the tempo of your pumps, your fingers brushing his pubic hair whenever your fist strokes down his whole length. You could tell he was about to cum any second, a king on the edge of his own universe; his cum spluttering over the lace and your hands like the milky way. Law leans against your shoulder, breathing heavily when you give his cock a few more slow pumps.
“Oh my, so messy…”
Almost as if he was in for revenge his fingers touch your folds, spreading them wide open before they dip inside of you, making you moan quietly into his ear. You let go of your soaked panties, dropping them carelessly to the ground so you can wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep kiss. While he fingers you slowly, taking his time to explore you from the inside, you whisper his name over and over and it sounds like a confession, a broken record.
“More…”, you whine and gasp when he adds a third finger, curling them up slightly and rubbing your g-spot so delicately it makes you want to cum on the spot. Instead you dig your nails deeper into his shoulders, leaning your head in the back of your neck, offering him all of you with your legs spread wide open. He kisses down your jaw and your neck, his tongue swirling over your skin, making you wish he would get on his knees for you. He will, eventually…
It’s when he wraps his other hand around your neck, waiting for you to nod slowly in agreement and then chokes you softly, that your orgasm rushes over you with an unknown intensity; your walls clenching hard around his fingers and tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you laugh out loud, surprised by how fast the waves crashed down over you. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire as he fingerfucks you through your high, making you cry and chuckle at the same time until your legs slowly stop trembling and you catch your breath again.
Law lets go of your throat and wipes away your tears, kissing your face before he licks your juices off his fingers with delight, grinning when you take his hand and pull it towards you, your tongue swirling around his fingers. He was hard again, his cock rubbing teasingly between your folds, your hot core aching for him. It still felt very much like a fever dream and you weren’t planning to wake up anytime soon. You slide off the dresser, your bodies pressed against each other. With a hand on his chest you’re pushing him back down gently, making him sit where your coat fell to the floor earlier, then you crawl into his lap, your dress still pulled up to your hips as you start grinding on his hard length.
Soft moans of yours fall into his open mouth, your foreheads pressed against each other as you exchange more deep glances, just like you did hours before; all leading to this moment. You feel like you could get drunk in his eyes, the brown speckle in his gold, your very own sun, soaking you up. You can feel his tip rubbing at your core, asking you for permission with his eyes.
“It’s fine, it’s safe”, you mumble and smile when Law grabs you by your hips, guiding you down slowly onto his cock. His fingers were nothing compared to the sensation of him stretching your tight entrance open little by little; you’re both taking your time, breathing heavily between a dozen kisses until you’ve taken him all in, thankful you were sitting down or else your legs would have probably given in from the intense feeling of him filling you up. Then he starts moving and through the mirrors you can see him fucking you from every angle, his cock thrusting relentlessly inside of you.
Being on top gives you the upper hand, commanding the tempo you’re bouncing up and down him, supported by his hands digging into the flesh of your ass. You’ve dreamt about this moment countless times and nothing could have prepared you for how amazing it felt becoming one with the one you loved the most. When Law starts circling your nipples with his tongue over the thin fabric of your dress, you can feel another orgasm building up inside of you, his stern gaze on you making you feel feral. You slide down the straps of your dress, letting him greedily pull it down so he can suck on your nippels in all their glory, his tongue fluttering over them, making them stand up under his touch.
Just when you were about to wail out Law’s name as you fell apart under his cock, you could hear footsteps and voices from the other side of the door. Fear shoots through your veins and it only takes a quick glance between Law and you for him to know what to do. The massive door gets pushed open the same second he uses his devil fruit powers to teleport you into the darkest corner of the room, where no moonlight touched the ground and massive mirrors blocked the view. Heavy boots step into the room, flashlights being pointed at the mirrors and sending beams of light against every wall.
Your captain is covering your mouth with one hand, his cock still buried deep inside of you, in the same position you were before he used his abilities to escape the marine guards doing their inspection round. It were at least three of them, discussing if they heard voices coming from inside and joking about how useless this room was, that only fucking in front of the mirrors would give it a real purpose. Your heart was beating heavy in your chest, the adrenaline rush making your head feel dizzy. You can’t make out Law’s face in the dark but you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, even more than before. Without thinking you start moving your hips again, slowly, the risk of getting caught fucking making you so dripping wet, your juices running down the insides of your thighs.
Law was holding his breath, unable to resist your greedy movements and he bites down your neck, trying to muffle his own moans. When you hear the footsteps coming closer in your direction, your walls clench hard around his cock, more tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as Law still holds your mouth shut, your drool dripping down his fingers. The thought of getting caught, of being exposed like that, almost pushed you over the edge of another orgasm, your fingers drawing circles on your plump clit, unable to stop. You can hear Law hissing out your name for your ears only as your tight walls contract around him erratically.
After what felt like an eternity, the footsteps wander off again, the marines talking about ghosts in this old building and how you could hear voices often, and then the door shuts closed behind them again, leaving the two of you alone again. Law and you hold still for a few heartbeats, then something snaps just in both of you. Your voice is hoarse when you whimper his name while he flips you on your back, forcing your legs wide apart as he keeps thrusting inside of you so hard and relentlessly, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. His hand slid down from your mouth to your throat again, choking you softly while he was seeking the warmth of your cunt, burying himself so deep inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust.
“Maybe I should have fucked you right away in that ball room, since you seem to enjoy an audience so much…”, Law huffs and laughs softly when you squeeze him tight in return, the thought alone making your head spin. “Showing everyone how well your greedy cunt can take my cock, you like that?”
You nod as you bite your lip, putting your hand on his to signal him to choke you harder until you could see tiny stars dancing in front of your eyes, and then there’s a whole universe erupting inside of you as you come undone, an orgasm like you never had before ripping through your body, sending shooting stars through every vein. You hear Law cursing as he pounds inside of you a few more times before he also cums with his whole body trembling, shooting his thick load inside of you. He lets go of your throat and leans down to kiss you hard as both of you still shake from your climax, your bodies tangled up. With your legs wrapped around his hips you ask him to stay like this a little longer, exchanging soft kisses as if he didn’t just rail you into another sphere. You smile when he brushes your hair out of your face, looking at you with kind eyes, so full of love.
You hum when you can feel his warm load running down your thighs, leaving a small puddle where you just laid. Law helps you stand up, your legs still a bit shaky from the adrenaline and your orgasms and you’re grateful for Law wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You rest your face against his chest, hearing his heart drum in his chest, a sound so soothing you can’t help but close your eyes. Until you remember–
“Shit! Law! The treasure map!”
Damn. All those horny thoughts have completely blocked out your mission, the one and only why you came here in the first place. How many more rooms did you have to search? And would he possibly go down on you in one of them? Would he fill up your other holes, too? Focus, you gotta focus…
Law chuckles, looking at you with a triumphant smile. He reaches for the inner pocket of his coat, ruffling around for dramatic effect and pulls out a rolled piece of old paper, wrapped with a red seal. Your eyes widen in surprise and you’re at loss for words. When? How…?
“One of those marine dogs from earlier had it in his pocket. Guess they didn’t think someone with my devil fruit powers would show up and just switch it out with a candy wrapper.”
“You… you did all of that while fucking me? Balls deep inside of me?”, you ask flabbergasted, trying to comprehend what you just learned. Law nods and laughs when you grab him by his collar, letting you pull him into another kiss. “You’re so hot and clever, attaboy…”
In the end making it out of the castle was much harder than sneaking in – Law and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other; you went for another round in front of the mirrors with your legs in the air as he ate you out like a starved man, his tongue dipping inside of you from every reflection and you explored another room together that had chains hanging from it’s ceiling and in the very end Law made his promise of fucking you in the ballroom in front of everyone true in his own way, with a little help of his devil fruit powers… both of you walking out of the castle, your crowns askew and with love bites everywhere, his cum dripping out of you with your panties still in the mirror room, hand in hand, king and queen.
#trafalgar law#trafalgar law x you#trafalgar law x reader#trafalgar law smut#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece smut#one piece reader insert#one piece imagine#one piece scenario#trafalgar d. water law#lale 1.5k raffle#purethoughts.exe has stopped working
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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: caught masturbating w/ Garp & afab!reader
a/n: in light of Garp with the Wano glow up, a fic for me (i'm getting good at that "writing for me" thing) and also for @tardiiart who never fails to give me the horniest brainrot. i'm merely a little cat, smashing the keyboard to put their ideas into a full blown fic.
can't write a Garp fic without dedicating it to @rowan-rites so please consider this my humble gift (´,,•ω•,,)♡
contains: afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' used once to describe genitals), masturbation and reader getting caught doing so, dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation
word count: 1.5k
You hump that poor pillow as if your life depends on it.
It’s been weeks now since Garp has been gone, leaving you alone and dry in this small house. He was a busy and high ranking marine, yes, and he had grandkids somewhere in the East Blue which he had abandoned with some mountain bandits and which he visited every few months, sure. But when was it your turn to crawl into his big arms again and let him show you how much he missed you?
Your last letter remained unanswered and you haven’t been able to reach him via the transponder snail either, hoping you could at least hear his voice for a bit – by now the two of you were champs when it came to phone sex, probably much to the horror of Garp’s subordinates who had to listen to the whole thing. Your man’s voice was everything but subtle when he came with a groan over some important documents probably, pushed over the edge by your whispered sins and the things you wanted to do with him once he was back home.
Oh, how you wished he were here with you right now. That pillow was nothing compared to edging on Garp’s big thighs, his hand around your throat as he made you beg, your sweet mewls his favorite sounds. He was a tease, his physical strength beyond measure, easily tossing and turning around as he wished but always making sure you came first, if not multiple times before him. A cock his size needed good preparation anyway; you’ll never forget the triumphant feeling when you were able to take him to the base for the first time, all for the prize of not being able to walk for three days afterwards.
“Garp… Garp, I–”
You let out a frustrated groan, chasing that orgasm but never fully getting there; as if your own body was laughing at your desperate attempts to replace Garp’s thick cock with your mere fingers and a pillow. With your face down and your ass up you reach for the bottom drawer of your nightstand, fumbling around for a toy that could help you out of your misery, your juices running down the inside of your thighs.
“My, my… what a nice view.”
You shriek and almost fall off the bed, startled by the rumbling laugh of the intruder leaning in the doorframe, until you realize it’s your one and only, finally home. Garp is quick to catch you, an arm wrapped around your waist as he maneuvers you back to bed again, sitting down next to you.
“You’re home! You’re finally home! But when did you–”
You interrupt your own sentence by kissing him on the lips, your arms wrapped around his neck. If this was a dream, you wanted to make every second of it count, but from the way his chest vibrates with every laugh and from how his fingers dig into your flesh, pulling you closer, you know that this is the sweet, sweet reality. Your fingers run through his black hair which slowly whitens on the sides, only making him more desirable than ever, and you let out a soft moan when his calloused hands wander underneath your shirt, teasing your stiff nipples.
“I missed you so much, darling”, he coos and steals another kiss from you, his tongue seeking yours, smiling against your lips when he feels you sinking into the kiss with your eyes closed. You felt dizzy from him, his scent, but also from the aching arousal between your legs that fully burned up again under his touch, greedy for more.
“How long have you been standing there?”, you ask breathless, your hand resting on his broad chest. He was wearing one of those tropical shirts again you got him for his birthday, the buttons holding onto for dear life whenever he stretched or flexed his muscles.
“Long enough to see you need a helping hand…”
And just like that Garp grabs you and bends you over his lap, your surprised gasp quickly turning into a sweet mewl the moment he spreads your cheeks apart to get a better view at the dripping mess you’ve made of yourself. One hand is gently holding you down at the back of your neck while his other dips into your wetness, two of his plump fingers sliding in with ease. You arch your back and wiggle your hips for more friction, but he doesn’t move yet, enjoying the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers as you whimper frustrated into the bedsheets.
“Let me take care of you, okay? Just be good…”, he growls and, much to your delight, adds a third finger before he finally starts pushing in and out of you, lewd sounds of your core filling the room. You were wet to begin with, but his thick fingers stretching you wide open only added to that, your juices running down his hands after a few pumps already. The additional friction of your clit rubbing against his thigh made it even more pleasurable and you cry out in joy, muffled by his hand now covering half of your face slightly.
You open your mouth wide for him, letting his fingers slip between your lips as you start sucking on them, greedy, your tongue curling around them to show your lover how much you’ve missed him. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, edging on your climax like you did before, only much more intensely this time. Garp leans down to you, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers with a raspy voice.
“You’re so wet for me, baby, so tight… you missed my cock, hm? I’ll fuck you properly, I promise, but first I need you to cum for me, will you? Show me how good you are, okay?”
At this point you’re only sobbing and drooling all over his fingers as you cum violently under his touch, your whole body trembling in his lap as if you were merely a little toy, used to his own delight. Your orgasm lasts a long time, huge waves crashing over you as you curl your toes and grip the sheets until the white of your knuckles show, all under Garp’s constant praise. You cry out loud once he removes his fingers, already grieving the loss of them, only to find yourself flipped around and being pulled into a seating position in Garp’s lap, your back resting against his broad chest.
While you’re still catching your breath, he makes you spread your legs wide open, his throbbing cock rubbing between your ass cheeks through his pants and you shiver, so hungry for him. He muffles your needy mewls with another kiss as he twists and turns you around as he pleases, growling when you grind against him, not willing to leave him the upper hand just yet.
But Garp had other plans and one of them was to make you count out loud the amount of times he made you cum before you could have his cock. You watch his fingers disappear in your cunt again as he kisses down your neck, and you whimper when he curls them up slightly to hit your sweet spot. Still sensitive from your orgasm prior all you can do is cling onto his arm and let the high rush over you one more time, a shaky “two” falling off your lips, another number quickly added when he keeps fingerfucking you through your orgasm and charms another one out of you, your cries of pleasure only engaging him more.
“Count to five and you can have my cock, yes love?”
Unable to form any words, all you can do is nod weakly, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving, covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Your whole body felt as if it was floating into higher spheres. This was all you craved for the last weeks, to melt in his arms while he fucks you until you see stars, no, whole galaxies as he fills you up completely. Your fingers cling onto his arm as he continues shoving almost his whole fist inside, only his thumb outside rubbing over your poor clit, the sensation of it making you blank.
“Want me to stop?”
Garp holds still for a moment, giving you a second to breathe and kiss away the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as he hums against your skin. You smile about the unexpected softness of it and lean in for another kiss, before you shake your head and guide his free hand to your neck, showing him how to choke you the right way while you twitch underneath his fingers buried inside of you.
“Still two more until you’ll fuck me sore, right?”
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🤍 (n.sfw) pushing your lover onto the bed, kissing down their stomach w/ Smoker & afab!reader
a/n: requested by @opopnomi & @sanjithesimp <3
thank you both for requesting Smoker and this fun prompt, i really enjoyed writing this! while i was at it, i also threw in the prompt "sliding your hand down your lover's chest" so yeah, he gets the best treatment here. also this is the last request for this event and means it's officially completed!
contains: n.sfw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, words 'cunt' and 'pussy' used to describe gentials), dirty talk, oral (both receiving & giving), vaginal penetration, light anal play, rough sex, cockwarming, unprotected sex (no breeding kink or pregnancy implied)
word count: 2k
“You’ve been gone for so long.”
Straddling him as he sits on the edge of the bed, you sink deeper into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Oh, how you’ve missed him. You knew that was just part of the deal, but still… The bed always felt so empty without him, without him holding you against his chest, fingers running through your hair until you drifted into a deep slumber, knowing you had nothing to fear with him by your side.
Earlier today you were running home despite the bags of groceries dangling from both your arms, stumbling over your own two feet as you rushed through the narrow streets. You’ve heard from the people on the market that he and his crew were back in town, their fleet entering the port only a few minutes prior. You had no time to waste, who knew when he was gone again. Too soon, as always probably.
You fidgeted with the lock to your house door, dropping your keys three times because your hands were just too shaky. You cursed a few times, heart beating fast from the sprint back home and the excitement of seeing your lover again after all this time, when the door flew open, Smoker leaning in the doorframe, smirking down at you. He was still wearing his uniform, just the boots were lying kicked off in the hallway. While you were still trying to process that it was really him, back home, he took the groceries from your hands and placed a kiss on your forehead, ruffling your hair as he mumbles your name.
“Welcome home, baby.” – “Shouldn’t I be the one to say this?”
Needless to say that you jumped into his arms once you left your state of freeze, letting him kick the door close behind you as he carried both you and your shopping bags into the kitchen, dropping the later carelessly to the ground so he can hug you with both arms – as if you weren’t clinging onto him for dear life with no intention of letting go anytime soon. He let you run your fingers through his white hair, your forehead pressed against his as you soak up all of him, slowly leaning in for a kiss. You hummed in pleasure when his lips met yours, gushed about his gentle roughness and how his hands dug deeper into your flesh, squeezing all of what was his and his only.
“Bedroom.”, you mumbled against his lips, earning a grunt from him but he still abides, not letting you down for a second. After being gone for such a long time, you were grateful for every second your skin touches his, feeling his warmth like the first rays of sunshine after the storm. If only he never had to leave you again…
Smoker sits down at the edge of the bed, his hands wandering over your body as you straddle him, kissing each other like the touch starved lovers you are. Whenever he came back home after being gone for a while his kisses always felt a bit like the very first time; the fluttering in your tummy area, rapid breaths and weak knees, your hand sliding down his broad chest teasingly, tracing every muscle with your fingertips until he bucked his hips against you, letting you feel how much you turned him on.
You let out a small moan when his hands wander underneath your shirt, dragging you closer by your hips into his lap before he pulls your shirt up and takes it off, his hungry eyes eating you up on the spot. The outlines of his hard cock are pressing against your inner thighs and you draw small circles with your pelvic against him, your panties already soaked. He groans out your name quietly when you slip off the marine jacket off his shoulders, carelessly tossing it to the side before you push him down backwards to the bed, pinning him down on his wrists.
It’s not like you were physically stronger than Smoker, not at all, but you enjoyed having the upper hand for a second; at least until Smoker decided it was enough and flipped you around to pound you into the mattress. You bite your bottom lip in excitement before you lean over him, his gaze meeting yours. His eyes almost looked golden in the late afternoon sun that dipped your bedroom into warm shades of red and orange. Your heart still jumped whenever he was near, even after all this time.
“I’ve missed you so much. My heart yearned out for you the whole time.”
You smile against his lips after hearing him say that out loud, knowing that he really meant them. Smoker wasn’t big with words, but when he spoke, he spoke the truth. Also, his body was clearly showing now how much he had missed you, as he bucks his hips against yours, groaning softly when you start grinding on his growing bulge.
“I’ve saved you a kiss for every day you’ve been gone.”, you breathe into his ear, kissing down from his cheekbones to his lips, the familiar scratching of his beard stubbles on your skin making you smile. You continue your kissing trail down his neck to his collar bones, still pinning down his arms above his head with one hand while your other runs down his chest, teasing his nipples with your fingertips. You can tell that he’s close to losing his patience, but you weren’t done playing yet.
Your kisses started getting sloppy, more hungry, as you went on; kissing down his stomach as you finally let go of his arms, using your hand now to massage his hard cock over the fabric of his pants, begging you for sweet release. Smoker hisses out your name, placing a hand on your head while his other fidgets impatiently with his belt buckle, all while you’re grinding up and down on his thick thigh, enjoying the sight of his flushed cheeks and his massive chest covered in a thin sheet of sweat.
You let out a small gasp when you help him unzip his pants and pull down the waistband of his briefs, his cock bouncing free in all its massive glory, tiny drops of precum leaking from the tip. Maybe you had almost forgotten just how big he was. But before you can lean down and start sucking the life out of him, Smoker grabs your hair and pulls you up to his face, kissing you hungry as you moan into his open mouth.
“Sit on my face, darling. I need you all wet and messy or else it won’t fit.”
You blush a little but do as he says, letting him help you out of your soaked shorts and underwear which he tosses to the side, licking his lips as you swing your legs over him, facing his legs. You support yourself with your hands resting on his ribcage, sighing in relief when he runs two fingers up and down your wet folds before he gently starts rubbing your clit. No matter how much time has passed, your body will always remember his touch vividly, trembling in pleasure as you sink deeper, moaning softly when two fingers enter your core. He starts pumping a few times, your juices running down his palm before he pulls away, only to grab you by your hips and pull you closer to his face.
Smoker’s tongue is everywhere; spreading apart your folds, circling the bundle of nerves, entering your hole. Your eyes roll in the back of your head when his thumb starts applying soft pressure on your asshole, the sensation almost too strong to handle. You whine out his name, rocking your hips back and forth as he continues eating you out like a starved man. Only when you lean forward, your whole body trembling as you swallow his hard cock, he pushes his thumb down deeper, enjoying the sight of you cumming on his face as you drool all over his length. Your whole body felt like fireworks, hot and cold – also greedy for more.
You wrap one hand around his cock, pumping up and down slowly, your thumb brushing over his tip before you lean down and open your mouth for him again. He is far too big to swallow him whole, but you still enjoy the feeling of his tip reaching the back of your throat with a loud gulping noise as he carefully moves his hips, needy for the warmth of all your holes. From the way he twitches in your mouth you can tell that he was close to cumming, begging for some sweet release.
You whine when he pulls you up by your hair again and flips you around, making you lay down on your back, your legs spread wide apart as he positions himself between them, one massive hand of his resting on your lower stomach, a thumb playing with your clit, making you twitch under his touch.
“Think you can take me, love?”
You nod, chest heaving, as you spread your legs wider for him, presenting him your delicate pussy, dripping wet and ready for him. Smoker grunts and leans over to you, kissing you sloppy while rubbing his twitching cock against your cunt, teasing you just a little longer until he finally enters your core, slowly stretching you inch by inch. Your walls clench so delicately around him, making him moan out your name over and over again as he slowly starts moving inside of you, your fingernails digging deep into his broad back and leaving faint red marks.
“Harder, Smoker…”, you mewl in the voice that you know makes him go feral. “Won’t you split me in half? Please?”
If it weren’t for your loud moaning and cursing you could probably hear Smoker’s rationality snapping at this very moment. It was the last bit of pushover he needed to pound you into the mattress, your poor bed frame about to fall apart, just like you do under his thick cock. You wail out his name as he bites your neck, pinning you down on your wrists. His thrusts were getting sloppy, hitting your insides deep. You could feel that you were close to cumming a second time and so was he.
With your legs wrapped around him he fucks you through your orgasm first before he cums with a loud groan, kissing you hungry as he keeps pumping his load inside of you and admiring the view of your dripping hole as he pulls out. Smoker leans down and kisses from your pubic hair up to your stomach, leaving a trail of soft kisses as he mutters how much he adored you. He lets you pull him up to your face again as he slides inside you again, enjoying the warmth of your cunt, your walls still twitching around him. The kiss you share is deep and intimate, whispered love confessions into each other’s open mouths, nothing more romantic than some cockwarming on this fine afternoon.
“Should we go get a bath together?” – “Can we stay like this a little longer?”
Smoker kisses your eyelids, cupping your face with his big hands. You can feel him smiling against your skin, mumbling your name with so much adoration you almost felt dizzy from it, knowing there will be no love greater than this and that your heart will always yearn and wait for him, throughout all the seasons, if it meant that one day you could sink into his arms like that again and forget the world around you. He was your home, always and forever.
#vice admiral smoker#captain smoker#smoker x reader#one piece x reader#smoker x you#one piece x you#one piece reader insert#one piece smut#one piece imagine#one piece scenario#purethoughts.exe has stopped working#dream machine event
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Oh my goddd now I can't the image out of my head of what different characters reactions would be if you're like "wait babe let me set the mood" and then you put on The Sims soundtrack
a/n: omg say no more
i typed those out at the speed of light because apparently i could picture this very vividly. partly ns.fw given the scenario!
💫 putting on the Sims soundtrack to get in the mood
those who nut the second “Consumerism Simplified” from the Sims 3 starts playing because it takes them back to a time of premature ejaculation
❀ Ace, Sanji, Kin’emon, Page One, Paulie
those who look at you with dead eyes because they want to rail you in peace for once, questioning every life choice they made that led them to this very moment right now (they still rail you but at what cost)
❀ King, Kid, Marco, Smoker, Law, X Drake
those who say “i lied. put your clothes back on. we’re gonna build a five floor villa in Sims 4, i got us all the extension packs” and you do, sitting naked in front of the pc for the next 3-10 hours
❀ Franky, Usopp, Bartolomeo, Sasaki, Buggy, Perona, Luffy
those who waggle their eyebrows and say “oh bee ga” and “wabadebadoo” because oh boy, they sure are on fire for you for putting on such a banger playlist
❀ Sabo, Shanks, Roger, Corazon, Yamato, Oden, Bartolomeo
those who put their clothes on and leave, they had enough
❀ Crocodile, Izou (on a bad day), Mihawk, Rob Lucci, Ulti
those who let out a deep sigh and will make you pay for dinner, but they had seen worse and they can handle your silly little playlist
❀ Nami, Black Maria, Denjiro, Izou (on a good day), Boa
those who have no idea what is going on and don’t care to find out either, they just want to make you count out loud the amount of times they make you cum with whatever is playing in the background
❀ Rayleigh, Garp, Zoro, Thatch, Benn, Who’s Who, Shakky, Gaban, Whitebeard
those who will complain loudly but you will still find them humming to the beat of it as you go down on them, making them curl their toes and see fireworks like in the game when you press "woohoo"
❀ King, Kid, Buggy, Cavendish
those who keep their thoughts to themselves but will ask in the middle of being knuckle-deep inside of you “babe if you make us in Sims can you promise me that you will never remove the ladder from the pool please?” with a worried look on their face
❀ Kaido, Katakuri, Killer, Smoker, X Drake, Iceburg
#eustass kid#trafalgar law#roronoa zoro#portgas d. ace#sanji#silvers rayleigh#gol d. roger#revolutionary sabo#marco the phoenix#massacre soldier killer#thatch#shanks#usopp#kaido#watch me never tag all characters because i lost track#one piece x reader#purethoughts.exe has stopped working
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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: (n.sfw) exhibitionism & voyeurism w/ Roger, Rayleigh & afab!reader
a/n: requested by ME! ha!
if you know me, you also know how much i struggle to write things for me so... i created a whole event around tricking my brain into writing for myself and i guess it worked? gotta start the event with a bang and my favorite men, i hope you enjoy this as much as i did! can't wait to write all the other requests waiting for me ♡
contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' used twice to describe gentials), exhibitionism & voyeurism: fucking Roger with Rayleigh watching (everyone is consenting to this), unprotected sex (no pregnancy or breeding implied), fingering, dirty talk, light anal play, vaginal penetration, cockwarming
word count: 3.2k
Roger was always the life of a party. His laugh was the loudest and the brightest, making you fall for him over and over again despite you two being in an established relationship since forever; after all this time he still gave you weak knees and butterflies, making every kiss feel like a dream. Whenever you were near he would wrap an arm around you, holding you close as he continued his chatter with your crewmates; and if you were apart his gaze would always seek yours, his eyes twinkling a little with adoration. There was no doubt Roger was the love of your life and you were his.
Roger Pirates never needed a reason to celebrate and tonight was no exception. The air was filled with the sound of sea shanties and loud laughter, glasses clinking together and the cabin boys arguing loudly until Rayleigh made them shut up by making them sit as far apart as possible, Buggy still foaming with anger while Shanks just made faces towards him. You rub Rayleigh’s back as he appears next to you; he was pinching the bridge of his nose with a bottle of booze in his hand. Rayleigh was the only person on the Oro Jackson who had some kind of authority over the kids – everyone else was either just as goofy as them (you glance over to Roger) or placed their bets on them whenever they started throwing hands, cheering on them from the side.
You liked Rayleigh a lot; the first mate was nothing but kind to you, even more since Roger and you made things official. There were many seas Rayleigh and Roger had sailed together, long before your path crossed with theirs and became one; you knew the bond they shared was just as strong as yours with the captain, if not even stronger. You liked how they balanced each other out and you admired the blind trust Rayleigh put in Roger, always having his back, quite literally. Rayleigh regularly kept you company when Roger was running off the second you docked on a new island and he let you cry all the tears into his shirt you didn’t want Roger to see when you learned about his illness – even though Rayleigh must be hurting as much as you did.
The party continued until the crew mates one by one either said their goodnites or simply fell asleep right on deck, unbothered by the few people still laughing and chattering loudly, your lover in the very middle of them. He was the heart of this ship after all. But he also had yours and right now it was aching for him, throbbing in your chest, longing for his touch in the privacy of his cabin. You were needy and the burning desire in your core couldn’t be ignored any longer; you wanted to end the night with an orgasm and sloppy kisses and sleep rushing over you as you lay on his chest.
Rayleigh winked at you before he went below deck, your deep sighs and thighs rubbed together for some friction all night long haven’t gone unnoticed by him – and he knew best how hard it was to pull the captain away from a good party.
When Roger gets up to refill his glass, you sense your chance and corner him between huge boxes of wine, shielding you from the eyes of others, tucking on the sleeves of his shirt as you look at him with pleading eyes.
“Let’s go to bed, Rog. It’s late and I don’t want to fall asleep without you.”
“Don’t you know the captain always leaves last, my darling?” He cups your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he laughs softly.
“A sinking ship, yes. Not parties though.” You grab your lover by the collar of his pink shirt and pull him down to your lips until they almost touch, locking your eyes with his. “Especially when your partner is this wet for you.”
Roger hums when you guide his big hand past the waistband of your pants, letting him feel how soaked your underwear already was. Your needy mewls get muffled by his tongue slipping in your mouth, giving you a kiss that makes you crave more, your fingers digging into his chest. You could hear the voices of your crewmates chattering and laughing as he rubs you over the thin fabric, his plump fingers tracing the outlines of your folds before he gives your clit some extra attention. You can feel your legs almost giving in under his touch and cling onto his shirt as you moan quietly in his open mouth.
“So greedy…”, he growls and you can feel him smiling against your lips, his big mustache tickling you. You whine when he withdraws his hand; you’ve patiently waited all night for this and the absence of his touch just felt cruel at this point. Before you could complain any further, Roger already scooped you up with ease and threw you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, his calloused hand on your ass, squeezing it tight. Accompanied by the laughter of your remaining crew mates, Roger wishes them a good night before he makes his way towards his cabin, carrying you through the gloomy hallway, not letting you down before you reach the door.
Immediately you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into another deep kiss, your breath hot and heavy as his hands wander underneath your shirt, exploring every inch underneath. You mewl when he rolls your sensitive nipples between his fingertips, his cheeky grin getting wider with every lewd sound he charms out of you.
“Should I fuck you right here in the hallway? On deck you didn’t seem to mind an audience…”, Roger asks as he teasingly plays with the waistband of your pants, knowing too well how you loved the thrill of being caught; countless times before he had his fingers inside of you in crowded bars or ate you out in a back alley, people passing by only a few meters away from you as he made you see stars with his tongue alone.
As tempting as it sounds, tonight you wanted Roger without any rush, you’ve waited so patiently, there was no way you’d be satisfied by a quickie – you deserved to be railed until the sun was rising again and even beyond that. You let your hands run over Roger’s hairy chest, tracing every ab with your fingertips while you two share hungry kisses, his growing erection pressing against you. Having his full attention feels like a gift that you couldn’t wait to unwrap, your fingers already nestling on his sash. Roger picks you up one more time, letting you wrap your legs around his hips as he reaches for the door knob, not breaking the kiss you two shared.
The two of you stumble inside the dimly lit room, hands all over each other, yours buried in his black hair as you moan in his mouth. Roger kicks the door close behind him, his fingers digging deep into your flesh as he carries you to the bed. The tension is almost unbearable, every second he wasn’t inside you already feels like a waste of time; you kick off your shoes as he takes off your shirt and helps you out of your pants, humming at the sight of your lingerie. Roger is a man who appreciates a nice surprise underneath, though he is also quick to tear it apart in the heat of the moment and tonight was no exception.
Impatiently you remove his pink shirt that luckily came unbuttoned already, fingers fumbling with his sash until he pulls it together with his pants down himself, leaning in for another deep kiss as he takes your hand and places it on the throbbing bulge in his boxers. You get dizzy from the thought of him stretching you wide open; after all this time you still felt the excitement like it was the very first time. You spread your legs apart for him, presenting him the dripping mess he made of you and making space for his tall figure pinning you down on the mattress, his big thigh pressed against your aching core.
“Mhm… feel how hard I am for you, my love?”, he mutters against your lips, rubbing his clothed cock against your palms for some friction. “Turn around and spread those cheeks for me, will you?”
Then, a slight cough from the other end of the room.
“Got the wrong room again, captain?”
Rayleigh’s amused voice from behind the desk makes the two of you snap back into reality. Roger is quick to throw a blanket over your naked body as he laughs out loud, unimpressed by the sudden company while you feel your cheeks flush, your heart jumping in your chest. The two of you were so in the heat of the moment, neither of you had sensed Rayleigh’s presence when you stumbled inside, having eyes for each other only.
“Shit, Ray. Sorry for the intrusion. You see…”
“Oh, I see very clearly, Roger.” The first mate adjusts his glasses and shuts close the log book he was writing prior to the intrusion, his eyes mustering Roger up and down. Rayleigh had a sly smile upon his lips, clearly entertained by the whole situation and you were thankful he avoided your gaze to not fluster you any further. Though some part of you kinda wished he’d take you all in…
Roger sits down on the bed next to you, pulling you close and kissing your temples in apology, still laughing and rock hard, the outline of his cock clearly showing in his tight underwear. You can’t help but notice the way Rayleigh’s eyes are lingering on it, with curiosity and… hunger? You press yourself closer against the captain, feeling his warmth and his heartbeat against you.
“We’ll be gone in a second, sorry again, Rayleigh.” Roger laughs and presses a kiss against your lips that you respond with a soft hum, visibly calming down under his touch. One thing you always loved about Roger was how relaxed he was in every situation, just laughing it off like it was no big deal. So your first mate has seen you eating each other up like the love drunk fools you are. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Tell the others about it, as if Roger wasn’t the loudest men alive during sex already?
“I mean… be my guests.”
Rayleigh gestures to the bed you were sitting on as he gets up and walks around his desk, leaning against it with arms crossed. Roger tilts your chin up and seeks your gaze, brushing over your lips with his thumb, grinning when you give it a few kitten licks, your hand resting on his lower stomach.
“Want to give old man Rayleigh a show, darling?”, Roger mumbles. “No pressure though. We can also just go next door. To my actual cabin.”
You look over your shoulder to Rayleigh, the blanket still wrapped around you tightly. The first mate smiles at you, as if he was trying to tell you that no matter what was happening in this cabin tonight, nothing would affect your friendship. After all, sharing a cabin wall with Roger meant he was a regular witness of your sex life anyway, and you would lie if you’d say this fine man hadn’t crossed your fantasies often.
You return the smile and let the blanket slip off your shoulders down to the floor where your clothes were scattered. Roger laughs softly when you climb in his lap to lean in for another kiss, his hands immediately wandering over your body. His fingers dig deep in the flesh of your hips and your ass, spreading your cheeks wide open to give Rayleigh an unforgettable view. A few heartbeats later and Roger is sliding two fingers inside of you, making you rock back and forth on them. Your loud moans encourage him to add a third finger and soon your face is buried in the crook of Roger’s neck as you pant heavily, the feeling of being stretched from his fingers alone enough to push you over the edge already.
When he starts circling your clit with his thumb, you can feel the tension building up inside of you, begging for sweet release and you cry out his name as your walls clench hard around him, the orgasm rushing over you violently. Roger doesn’t give you time to catch your breath as he’s pulling his fingers out and muffling your needy mewls by stuffing your mouth with them, letting you lick your wetness off them as he finally takes off his boxers. He gives himself a few lazy strokes before he pulls you down by your hips onto him, making you grind on his hard cock as you straddle him.
“Roger, please… fuck me already…”
Still sensitive from your orgasm you cry out loud when Roger finally lifts you up, rubbing his cock at your tight entrance. He pulls you in for another deep kiss, grinning from the way your fingers dig into his chest as you slowly lower yourself onto him, letting him stretch you wide open inch by inch until he’s all the way inside, hitting your sweet spots. You can feel Roger’s body slightly trembling, possibly gathering every ounce of self-control he had to not start thrusting right away but to let you both get used to the sensation first. You look over your shoulder to Rayleigh who is still leaning against his desk, his pants clearly showing his arousal. He had his eyes fixated on where Roger’s cock was buried deep inside of you, the captain’s hands spreading your ass cheeks wide open for a better view.
“Like what you see, Rayleigh?”, Roger asks as he seeks the gaze of his first mate.
“Very”, he responds calmly with a smile, knowing too well what a tease the captain was – but so were you. You lean over to Roger to whisper something in his ear that puts the biggest grin on his face.
“Naughty, so very naughty…”, he coos and gives you a little spank that makes you whine and roll your hips, enjoying the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you. Only when Roger puts his index finger on your puckered hole, circling around it with soft pressure, you almost lose your composure. You asked him for it and still the sensation always made you blank, even more now with Rayleigh’s eyes lingering on you.
Roger’s sweet moans fill the whole room, he isn’t holding back at all and lets you know how good you made him feel, his constant praise only turning you on more as you bounce up and down on his thick cock. Your kisses are sloppy, drool running down the corner of your mouth every time you pull back to catch your breath and slowly you feel yourself getting close to that edge again. Roger could tell from the way your walls clenched around his cock and snickers, then without a warning grabs and flips you over on your back without pulling out, his broad figure now hovering over you as he stretches you wide open.
The new angle makes you shudder and cry out loud in pleasure, even more when Roger puts your legs on his shoulders and starts circling your sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb; your flustered expression and your heavy moans making it hard for him to not cum right away, but he wanted to fuck you a little longer, turn you into a whole mess until you cried out his name over and over again, you’ve got an audience after all.
“Darling…” Roger’s eyes seek yours, they are warm and full of adoration, taking all of you in. He holds still for a moment, letting you catch your breath as he bends down to plaster your chest and your face with kisses. “Want to show Rayleigh your pretty face when you cum?”
You turn your head to the side and look over to the first mate, who had one hand in his pants, fucking his hollow fist to the rhythm of Roger pounding into you. You nod slowly and hold out one hand for him, gesturing to him to come closer. Rayleigh squats down next to the bed, taking your hand into his, placing a kiss on your fingertips while he gently brushes your hair out of your heated face. Roger laughs softly and the love both men held for you sends warm shivers down your spine; a feeling of safety and devotion connecting the three of you in this very moment.
Rayleigh doesn’t take his eyes off you as Roger continues fucking you so delicately, mumbling soft praise over and over again. You squeeze Rayleigh’s hand with each of Roger’s thrusts, the room filled with the lewd sounds of flesh on flesh.
“Can I come, Roger…?” Your voice is hoarse as you look up to Roger with pleading eyes, one hand resting on his broad chest, nails digging into his skin. He smiles and leans down for another kiss, letting his tongue spell out the answer as he continues circling your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to push you over the edge.
“Taking me so well, my love… now come for me.”
And just like that something inside of you snaps and you laugh and cry at the same time as you fall apart under his cock, your cunt clenching tight around Roger who fucks you through your orgasm under Rayleigh’s gaze; you arch your back as you come undone, wailing out the names of both men while your vision blurres, making you see nothing but stars and a whole new galaxy.
Not holding back any longer, Roger comes as well with a loud groan and more laughter, filling you up to the brim with his thick load, a hot white mess mixed with your own juices dripping out of your cunt with each of his sloppy thrusts. He kisses you over and over again, drawing you back into this sweet reality while he stays inside of you, not wanting to break up the connection you had just yet. You smile against his lips, even more when you feel Rayleigh placing a kiss on top of your head as well, the affection of both men sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body.
The first mates gazes upon you both with adoration, humbled by being invited into your sacred space. He still holds your hand, his thumb brushing over the back of it as he leans against the bed frame, the silhouette of his throbbing cock still very much visible in his pants. You can’t take your eyes off it, licking your lips slightly as you feel your lover getting hard again inside of you. Roger smirks and reaches for the face of his first mate, tilting his chin up with two fingers.
“Now, Rayleigh… say, can we lend you a hand as well?”
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Raffle Prize: Bathing w/ Robin & afab!reader
a/n: 2nd prize won by @smoleeveewrites ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡
Eevee asked for some steamy bathing time and a massage with Robin and of course i'm happy to deliver! sorry it took me so long to get to this, but i really enjoyed writing this! down bad for her. thank you for the fun request!
contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns used), dirty talk, soft dom!Robin, breath play, light anal play (no descriptive penetration), vaginal penetration with fingers, overstimulation
word count: 1.7k
“You’re melting under my touch, fufufu…”
Unable to form a complete sentence you just groan and sigh, closing your eyes while Robin’s hands work tirelessly through every tight knot between your shoulders and along your spine. Her slender fingers are drawing circles with such strength, reminding you she could easily snap your neck if she wanted to and you’d probably still be grateful for it. Maybe it was the warmth of the bath water, maybe it was her delicate touch on your bare skin or the fact that you are sitting between her spread legs in the tub – all of it is making you feel dizzy, as if you were climbing up stairs towards heaven.
“That’s because you’re hitting all the right spots, Robin…”
– “I know you well, hm?”
She kisses the back of your exposed neck, sending a warm shiver down your spine and making you chuckle. Being with Robin felt like a dream, even more so ever since you could call her your girlfriend, your lover, your partner in crime and in romance. She had been nothing but good to you (and naughty if you asked her to) and took good care of all your needs, on top of showing you how to pleasure her the right way.
Life together on the Sunny meant that you barely got any time for just the two of you, there was always someone around. You didn’t mind, they were your friends and family after all and made you cherish those rare moments you had alone with Robin even more. Tonight the rest of the crew was out exploring the summer festival on the island you were currently docked at, while Robin and you stayed behind on the Thousand Sunny, enjoying the bathroom all for yourself.
Her kisses get a bit more cheeky, wandering from the back of your neck to the side of it, her lips trailing up to your ear and giving it a gentle, careful bite before she kisses down to your shoulders again. You find yourself scooting closer into her embrace, your back pressed against her upper body, your arms resting on her knees that poke out of the water. Your heart starts beating a little faster with every little touch of hers, her hands still kneading your back, wandering downwards inch by inch. From her soft chuckle you can tell that it was useless trying to hide your flushed cheeks from her. She already knew.
“Your heart is beating so fast…”, she teases and places a hand on your chest from behind. Fast was an understatement. It is drumming so loudly, you are sure it will drown out the noise of the fireworks they announced for tonight anytime soon. It has been a while since Robin and you had some time alone, being able to take your time for being intimate together instead of rushing it, always with the danger of being interrupted by a crew mate any given moment. Sure, there was a thrill to that too, but you could still dream about getting railed for hours without interruptions, just you, her and a dozen pairs of her hand, exploring each and every one of your holes in depth.
Robin’s hand wanders from your heart up to your neck and a small mewl escapes your throat. You can hear her soft laugh close to your ear before she whispers out your name and it sounds like a prayer, as if she swallowed the whole sun. Her fingertips linger around your neck without tightening her grip, even though both of you know you desperately want her to. Instead she reaches for your chin, tilting your head between her fingers as if you were her little doll. When she makes you lean your head against her chest and look up to her, her gaze is mischievous, a bit hungry almost. She licks her lips slightly when she brushes over yours with her fingertips, chuckling when you open your mouth so willingly for her, greedy for her touch.
“Where should I touch you, darling?” Her voice is low and seductive and even though she was smiling so full of warmth you knew that you were going to experience multiple earth shattering orgasms one after the other without mercy, until you were a whimpering mess underneath her hands. You rub your legs together for some friction, the aching arousal between your thighs becoming unbearable already. When she slips two fingers between your lips you suck on them greedily, your tongue twirling around them with the hope of hearing her praise, of being called ‘good’ while she makes you cum with ease.
Without breaking eye contact her other hand wanders down your stomach, lingering just underneath your belly button. Only a few more inches and she would feel your throbbing core, yearning for her touch. Just when you want to dip your hands into the warm bath water again and guide her towards where you wanted her to touch you, your patience running thin, another pair of arms sprout from the edge of the tub and hold you back, your wrists in a tight grip.
“So greedy, hm?”, Robin whispers in your ear while she slips her fingers in and out of your mouth. You nod, searching for her gaze with pleading eyes. “Oh baby, you’re drooling everywhere.”
Her other hand brushes over the insides of your thighs and you spread them wide open for her, bucking your hips to bring her closer to your cunt, her name falling muffled out of your mouth. The tension is almost unbearable, it feels like you could fall apart under her touch any second.
“Robin, please…”, you mewl with your back pressed against her, unable to escape her tight grip. She chuckles and tilts your head to the side where she finally kisses you, her hand lingering around your throat again. You moan into her open mouth until she shuts you up with her tongue, mouths clashing on each other with lust and hunger. The moment she squeezed your throat slightly was also when she finally let her fingers run up and down your folds, making your whole body tremble from her touch. It wasn’t enough, you needed more, you needed her to fuck you senseless, until you forget your own name.
You eat her kisses up as if they were the sweetest thing to ever exist, your legs shaking from the way she teases your clit. If only she would shove her fingers inside you already… but you knew she wanted to tease you a little longer, make you whine out a little louder, until her name falls broken out of your mouth and your eyes roll back inside your head as soon as she finally thrusted inside of you.
“Enjoying yourself, dear?” She looks at you through half-closed eyes, her long lashes fluttering. You nod, drool running down the corner of your mouth. If she let you, you could cum within the next ten seconds, but she knew how to keep you on the edge.
“Think you’re ready for my fingers?”
You spread your legs apart even wider, rolling your hips in excitement in response, making Robin chuckle from your enthusiasm. With her chin resting on your shoulder she looks down to where her hand is drawing circles around your clit, her fingers teasingly playing with your tight entrance.
“You want me here, or…?”
You let out a sharp breath when her fingers wander south to another familiar hole, applying pressure on the circle of muscles around it, sending hot waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. She laughs softly at the way your body reacted so truthfully, your small whimpers speaking louder than any words ever could. She knew you so well.
“C… cunt first… please…”, you sob and earn yourself another kiss, muffling your moan when she does as you wished for, flicking your bundle of nerves a few more times until she finally stretches you wide open with her fingers, shoving two of them inside of you with ease, quickly followed by another when she feels how badly your walls were clenching around her. You feel dizzy from the sensation, every inch of your body tingling from the way she fucked you with her fingers, slightly curled up to rub that one spongy spot that has you seeing stars.
You cry out your name when your first orgasm rushes violently over you, something in your core snapping and releasing all the build up tension, hot waves of lust taking you into higher spheres. It felt like your whole body was on fire, your vision blurry from the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes and the whirling sensation of your walls clenching around her fingers. Robin finally releases your wrists from her grip and slows down her pumps, letting you come down from your high – but you didn’t want to.
You place your hands on hers, showing her exactly how you wanted her to choke you, while your other hand holds her back from pulling out. She smiles, kissing you on your open mouth as she picks up her pace again, letting you guide her until she is buried knuckles-deep inside of you, four fingers now, her thumb stroking your overly sensitive clit relentlessly. Your whole body trembles when she whispers all the dirty things she wants to do with you, sprouting another hand that caresses your puckered hole and pushing you over the edge of another orgasm, leaving you gasping for air and sobbing as she continues fucking you through your high, praising you for how well you’re taking her; all while the fireworks outside are starting to go off too, in perfect harmony with your walls throbbing around her.
Your whole body feels like it is melting, becoming one with the bathwater, one with Robin, a perfect unison on this summer night. Her kisses taste like sins and sweet promises, luring you deeper into her embrace. You whine when she finally slips her fingers out, leaving you crying over the loss of it until she shuts you up with another kiss, her tongue spelling out your name. A thin thread of drool connecting you as she pulls away an inch, whispering close to your lips what her heart desires.
“Now, bend over for me, love, will you?”
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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: (n.sfw) pinning against the wall w/ dilf!Ace & afab!reader
a/n: requested by @spitfire-of-the-sea (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ
i've teased this fic for a while and it's finally here! thank you so much for your patience and for your request. i hope the fic came out to your liking and that you enjoy the little firecracker. it was fun writing him, it's been a while!
contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns), fingering, oral (reader receiving), dirty talk, exhibitionism (they're not getting caught), slight sub!Ace in the very end
word count: 1.3k
The way you stumble through the dimly lit hallway together is no different from when you were roughly twenty years younger and newly drunk in love. Ace’s hand feels warm in yours, a little sticky almost because he refuses to let go, instead he pulls you close into a kiss every few steps and hums against your lips. Both of you giggle and laugh so loudly that it echoes from every wall as you make your way towards your shared cabin.
He kisses down your neck sloppily, beard stubbles scratching over your skin and setting off small fireworks within you. His breath is hot against your skin and his hands roam all over your body, hungry and impatient.
“Ace… not here… someone’s gonna see us…”
Your voice sounds less demanding than you hoped it would and from the way you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, your body speaks a whole different language. You are just so weak for him, still, after all these years, melting under his touch like ice cream in the sun. With your fingers buried in his graying hair you pull him into another kiss, gasping into each other’s mouths as the heat rises between you.
The cabin door is almost within reach when Ace takes the lead and grabs you by the hips, pushing your body against the nearest wall – being very gentle and making sure you don’t hit your head like last time. The memory of the two of you sitting abjectly in Marco’s office is still too vivid; Ace still with his pants tenting and you with your shirt half unbuttoned, breathing heavily and cheeks hot despite the head injury. Thankfully Marco didn’t ask any details, at his age he had seen enough to just know.
Ace’s lips roam from the corner of your mouth down to your neck, his broad figure hovering over you as he unwraps your hands from behind his neck to push them above your head instead, holding both of your wrists with just one hand against the wall. You shiver in excitement and buck your hips against the thigh he pushed between your legs, desperate for some friction. Ace chuckles softly, visibly enjoying how you fall apart under his touch.
“What happened to ‘not here’, my darling?”, he whispers close to your ear while his free hand wanders all over your heated body, tracing the silhouette of it. His fingertips flutter over your skin and you groan a little in frustration from not being able to devour him right here on the spot. Your eyes wander from his handsome face with the countless freckles down to his scarred chest that you love to plaster in kisses, making the memory of almost losing him that day faint with each kiss. You lower your gaze down to his happy trail, leading to where his hard cock throbbed in his pants and pressed against your lower stomach.
“See, I would love to help you out there, but I’m a little stuck as you can tell…”, you coo and try to wriggle your wrists out of his grip, but Ace doesn’t let go just yet, instead he just puts on a mischievous grin and leans in for a kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth as if he wants to lick your adoration for him right off your tongue, almost in disbelief that he is worthy of being loved, even after all these years.
Ace muffles your moan with another kiss when he rubs his thumb over the damp spot in your pants, pulling back only to admire your aroused face. If he wasn’t pinning you against the wall like that, your legs would have already given in and you’d be on your knees, taking him down your throat fully. But right now all you could do is watch and mewl as he unbuttons your pants and slides down his hand inside, fingertips brushing through the curls of your bush. You take a sharp breath when he starts circling your puffy clit, knowing exactly how to touch you to push you near the edge.
“Relax, sweet thing, just relax”, he murmurs and leans his forehead against yours, watching you through long dark lashes as you chase your high underneath his calloused hand. You’re dripping wet and crave nothing more than to feel him inside, aching for him to fill you up to the brim until your mind goes blank and there’s only you and him in unison, fucking like there’s no tomorrow because being a pirate means you might as well never see dawn again.
You tremble when Ace spreads your folds to dip into your slick heat, stealing another kiss from your lips when he adds a third finger and starts pushing in and out. You’re on your tiptoes, back arched, your whole body curved into his as he devours you, licking the pleading words falling out of your mouth from your lips. Ace knows your body inside out like a treasure map, knowing exactly how to curl his fingers to rub your sweet spot and where to bite to charm out those pretty mewls of you.
In the heat of the moment both of you almost forgot that you’re still in the hallway, the tumultuous sound of the banquet on deck in the faint distance. Only when you hear footsteps and familiar voices approaching, your eyes flutter wide open, begging Ace to release you but at the same time pressing yourself deeper into his touch until you feel every limb tingling from fear and excitement. Ace finally lets go of your hands but keeps you pinned against the wall, his thrusts getting faster now as you dig your fingernails into his shoulders, clinging onto him as you feel your core snapping, waves of pleasure crushing over you as you come undone.
There’s no time to recover from your high when Ace lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder, rushing down the hallway and kicking the door to your cabin open and close again once you’re inside, both of you laughing and giggling out of your breath, your bodies tingling with adrenaline and being so madly in love with each other, fooling around like you did in your twenties.
You grab Ace by the waist and pull him close, his erect cock throbbing in his pants under your palms, begging for release. His lips crash on yours as you wiggle out of your pants, kicking them aside, but instead of freeing his aching arousal, you put your hands on Ace’s shoulders and force him down on his knees. He obeys you so willingly, gazing up at you as he licks his lips. You lean against the closed door behind you with your feet apart and bury your hands in his thick hair, giving it a gentle tuck. Ace whines softly, looking at you with pleading eyes.
“Hands behind your back”, you command and coat your fingers with your essences before you slip them between Ace’s lips, watching him lick them clean hungrily. You can tell that he’s excited from the way his body trembles and the tip of his cock peeks out of his half-unbuttoned pants, precum leaking into the fabric. “Now… be good for me, will you?”
Ace’s nods, eager to please, and lets you guide his head between your thighs, where he admires your dripping cunt, spread wide for him. You sigh and let your head fall against the wooden door, eyes closed as his tongue dips into you, eating you out until you see stars and finally sink yourself down on his length, making him cum from the way your core flutters around him alone.
The sun is almost rising again when you eventually make it to the bed, and your name echoes from every wall as Ace falls apart underneath you, fingers intertwined and hearts beating to the rhythm of the promise you gave each other a long time ago.
Forever and beyond.
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laleeeeeee, I saw you do alphabet requests and I literally rushed here to request something🙏
Could I maybe please get Yamato with T K S U and W from the smut alphabet? I'd be so thankful, I'm craving Yamato smut, there's not enough for my precious baby😓
a/n: yesss, more love for this king ♡( ◡‿◡ ) another character that has been on my "to write for" list for too long.
i'm using he/him pronouns for Yamato, reader is genderneutral! ns.fw under the read more.
T - Toy: Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?
Tons and tons of them! Yamato owns them all. Different kinds of vibes, dildos in all shapes and sizes, plugs, various harnesses (the undeniable influence of the Beast Pirates, but he’d never admit that), ropes… you name it. And the best part? He absolutely knows how to use them on you – or together. Enjoy his overly excited face when you ask to see his collection and the way he rubs his thighs together in anticipation as you search for the one (or more) toy that your heart desires…
K - Kink: One or more of their kinks
Yamato has a raging praise kink. Don’t be shy and let him hear how good he makes you feel, how skilled his tongue is and how well he hits all the right spots with his strap. Just a few words of praise and he will melt underneath your touch, cheeks flushed and pleading eyes, as well as a boost of stamina to make you feel even better; fucking you into higher spheres, sweet mumbled confessions in between.
S - Stamina: How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…
Endless. Until sunrise or until you can’t walk any more, only crawl. Yamato is a powerhouse, you’ll see for yourself once he charms the third orgasm out of you with ease, showing no intention of stopping as long as you grab him by the horns and lead him between your spread thighs again…
U - Unfair: How much they like to tease
It really depends. Yamato can be a tease if he wants to, kissing you everywhere except the places you desperately crave his touch, making you mewl and whimper out his name, begging him to fuck you already as he teases you a little more, enjoying the view and the sounds way too much.
But in the heat of the moment he also can’t wait to undress you fast enough, making it his personal goal to make you cum within three minutes, asking you for a second, more sensual round once you both catch your breaths again.
W - Wild Card: Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice
Yamato is so good at aftercare. He has his arms wrapped around you while you come down from your high, holding you so tight, whispering how much he loves you into your ear while placing kisses down your neck, a hand petting your head until your heart rate is back to normal. Whether you want to take a bath afterwards or just lay down next to him and cuddle some more, Yamato is just happy to be by your side and feel the warmth radiating from you. If you want a little snack or some tea he’s already running to the kitchen, coming back with a big tray of goodies he’ll hand feed you if that’s what you want. He’ll do anything to make you feel how loved you are!
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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: (n.sfw) thigh riding w/ Denjiro, Kin'emon & afab!reader
a/n: requested by @theluckychemist (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
i was SO happy that you requested the two as pair, hehe. thank you for that and for always being so sweet, your comments often make my heart all fuzzy. hope you enjoy this little fic!
contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' used to describe genitals), thigh riding, dirty talk, cum play (no pregnancy or breeding implied), anal play, masturbation, hints at breath play at the very end but no throats are squeezed, also a little size kink
word count: 696
“Sweet little thing… So good for us, right, Kin?”
Two fingers lift your chin up, forcing you to look Kin’emon in the eyes. You could get lost in them so easily, their darkness with tiny speckles of gold pulling you in. His kimono is slipping off his shoulder, exposing his broad chest and as your gaze wanders down you see him fisiting his throbbing cock, a sight that makes your cunt flutter even more.
Meanwhile Denjiro’s fingers dig into your flesh and leave crescent-shaped marks all over, smirking as he watches you grind up and down on his thick thigh, spreading your juices everywhere. You knew he was up for no good when he sat down in that chair and patted his thigh, demanding you to take a seat with your legs spread wide, facing him. But who were you to resist a temptation, especially when it comes in a pair?
You’ve been eyeing the two men for months, charmed by their broad silhouettes and how they towered over you, their big hands brushing your arm when you walked past each other in the hallway. The stolen glances across the room didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did your panties which you left in the baths with the pure intention that one of them will find and use them wisely. At night you muffled your needy moans with a pillow as you fantasized about taking them both fully, your own fingers leaving you only more hungry and craving.
Your palms rest against Denjiro’s exposed chest, feeling like marble underneath you. Every time your hands wander down, greedy to touch him too, craving to wrap your hands around that thick erect cock of his, he stops you with a little tsk tsk, amused by the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you rock yourself further into your high, slowly losing your composure.
“Are you gonna cum for us, love? Show us that pretty face of yours when you do?”, Denjiro whispers in your ear while Kin’emon walks around you, pushing your kimono up to your hips, exposing the lower half of your body fully. You can’t see his face but you hear his heavy breaths as he watches you grind up and down on his friend’s thigh in a broken rhythm. Denjiro spreads your cheeks for Kin’emon so he can get a better view while you cling onto him, fingers tangled in his long blue hair, panting against his chest as you feel the waves coming.
“Fuck… fuck, this ass of yours, I–”
A few heartbeats later you feel something warm drizzling down the small of your back, followed by a low grunt and muttered curses under his breath, and you know Kin’emon just came all over you. Denjiro chuckles softly at the sight and lets his hands wander, until two fingers find your puckered hole and spread the thick load all around it, making you mewl.
“Think you can take us both?”
His low voice in your ear is enough to push you over the edge and you come undone, sobbing out loud from the intensity of your orgasm that leaves your whole body trembling. Broken moans fall out of your mouth, getting muffled when Denjiro leans down to kiss you while your hips still rock back and forth on his thigh frantically, going feral under his touch. Your whole body feels on fire, like a fever dream.
“Yes… yes…”, you whine and look over your shoulder to Kin’emon who stands there with flushed cheeks, his cock in his fist almost hard again. “I’ll be good, I promise, I can take you both… just fuck me already, please…”
A big hand wraps around your neck without squeezing it, but the touch alone is enough to shoot warm shivers down your spine. Hungry lips seek yours again and now your hands are free to roam down that toned torso of his, palming Denjiro’s throbbing cock through the thick fabric of his kimono. His deep growls make your cunt flutter, and when Kin’emon leans down from behind you and starts kissing down your neck you let out the prettiest little whimpers, feeling drunk on their touches…
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(n.sfw) one night with Kaido & Yamato's babysitter
a/n: this was a request by @nathscalet from back in January:
Só I’ll ask for our Dilf(Kaido) . It can be fluffy or nsfw, reader became Yamato’s babysitter and something happens between them. Thanks beforehand
i really didn't know which direction to go with this which is why the first third of it has been sitting in my drafts forever until i discovered it again this week and then... i just ran with the rest. xoxo to all my fellow Kaido fuckers, this one is for you. <3
the action starts around the second third if you're impatient (though there's some banter and touching before). congrats to me for my first 5k+ words fic, of course if had to be Kaido smut lmao.
contains: nsfw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' and 'pussy' used to describe genitals), reader is about 450cm (14'9) because trust me, it wouldn't work any other way) so height difference (Kaido is 710 cm (23'4"), oral (reader receiving), dirty talk, breath play, anal play, penetration (reader receiving), unprotected sex (no breeding kink or pregnancy implied), rough sex, light overstimulation, spitting in mouth, hints at monsterfucking at the very end but not descriptive, please let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 5.3k
It was blood money. How hard could it be?
They had requested you in particular, mainly because of your above average height and your expertise in martial arts. You were still unsure why both of these things were of advantage for a simple babysitting job, but on the other hand you weren't keen on asking too many questions. The less you knew the better, as long as the money was right.
You knew the job description in and out by now. Looking for a full-time babysitter. Must be strong on every level and not fear drunk dragons. No board to pay, meals included. Cute baby, stressed but very wealthy single dad. Help us out!
Ignoring all warnings from your babysitting agency ("Half of the babysitters we sent there have never returned. Are you really sure you want to go there, y/n?"), you had packed your few belongings and set sail to the notorious island: Onigashima.
You were welcomed by a very tall man (if you had to take a wild guess you’d say that you’re reaching him to his nipples), dressed from head to toe in black leather, a mask covering his face, revealing only his blood red eyes. He didn't speak much, but introduced himself as King and gave you rough instructions on where everything was located, which names you have to know by heart and overall rules on how to behave on this island. You didn't really listen, you were too absorbed by your surroundings already.
"Yeah, yeah. Alright. So... what kind of person is the dad?"
There was a long pause where King was probably gathering the right words that would not scare you off in an instant. Maybe he was thinking a little bit too long.
"He's... extraordinary. Future king of the pirates, if you ask me. The greatest of them all. Fun person to get drunk with... which you shouldn't, considering what you're employed for."
You imagine him raising an eyebrow at you under the mask and you nod, still having no clear picture of what kind of person to expect. But you'll probably find out sooner or later... for now you were curious. The island was different from what you imagined, much more peaceful and quiet. How odd. You were expecting torture implement everywhere, the hollow screams of the babysitters that came before you still echoing through the halls, maybe a bit more blood on the walls…
King stopped abruptly which caused you to bump into him, almost falling down flat on your ass. He ignored it, opening the sliding door in front of him and vaguely gesturing inside.
"This will be your room for the time being. It's connected to the nursery so you can be available day and night." Another break where he gathers his words carefully before he speaks up again. "The nursery is also connected to master Kaido's private rooms. Don't go in there, unless he invites you. And maybe even then..."
Now you were raising an eyebrow, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You've heard that name before, of course, you knew all wanted posters in and out. With every minute you became more curious, but for now you probably had to be content with knowing… well, nothing much, really.
King leaves you to let you unpack your belongings in the opulent furnished room. The four-poster bed looked soft and cozy, the closet was filled with many different, expensive kimonos, all in your size– your work uniform, you guessed? However the dress code on this island definitely seemed to have more of a leather vibe from what you saw so far. You open another door to find your private, spacious bathroom. How wealthy was Kaido actually? Maybe it was better not to know. Though you were very curious to meet him…
You take a quick shower and slip into one of the kimonos, feeling good in your skin, ready to meet the dad and the baby, hearing their voices from the nursery next door already. Bracing yourself, you take a deep breath and announce in a clear voice that you‘re coming in now. The door slides open smoothly and then there he was in all his glory.
Why did no one from the agency warn you that he was this handsome? No way a man like him could just stand there in his black leather pants and an open white shirt that showed off his massive tattooed chest and not be the talk for months. His long dark hair was falling into his face as he looked up from the crib, a baby bottle in one of his massive hands and, well, the baby in question in his other. It was a cute child, white hair with turquoise tips and little horns on the side, babbling and laughing at its dad in a cheerful voice.
„I assume you‘re the new babysitter? Finally someone normal sized…“, he grunted. You bowed down a little, lowering your gaze to the floor but he didn‘t seem to care about formalities. He snapped with his fingers and gestured you to come closer, handing you over the kid and the bottle. „Meet Yamato. Stinking cute, isn‘t he?“
Got it from his dad, you thought but nod, trying to ignore the tight knot forming in your stomach and greet the child in your arms. You two warmed up instantly and you were able to feed him the bottle, something the dad obviously had failed before. Kaido sat crossed legged in front of you, watching you closely. From the way his eyes lingered on you, you can‘t help but feel a little bit nervous. Had he noticed how you were checking him out from head to toe earlier?
You exchange a bit of smalltalk, he runs down a list of things you had to know about Yamato and Onigashima and you tell him more about your life and what led you to being a babysitter. You left out the part where you robbed the previous single dads you worked for off all their money and dignity, but hey, who doesn‘t love a good surprise?
You continue talking in hushed voices after you put Yamato to sleep, Kaido sitting across from you on the other side of the crib, his massive hand brushing the hair out of his child‘s face softly. None of the rumors you had heard about him appeared to be true so far. You had no doubts that he could smash people‘s skulls easily, but as long as you did as he said, you would be good, right? Also, you knew self-defense and you knew how to deal with drunks. You’ll be fine. And if you listened closely inside of you, you knew that you already had a massive crush on this beast…
You learn that they‘re hosting a big banquet tonight to welcome you and you‘re flattered, excited to meet everyone else living on this island. Also, there might be the chance that you get to spend some more time with him and your heart already jumps from the thought of it. Once Yamato is fast asleep, Kaido shows you how to use the baby phone tele snail so you could move around Onigashima and still be around once the kid wakes up. Your fingers brush his when you take it out of his big hand, lingering a second too long for it to be an accident.
„Thank you for the kind introduction. Let‘s work well together.“, you mumble and bow down again, unsure what else to do. He was still your boss and you had manners. To your surprise, Kaido reaches for your face, sliding his hand below your chin to lift it up with two fingers, forcing you to look him directly in the eyes. He doesn‘t say anything but looks at you frowning for a few seconds before his facade breaks into a smug smile.
„I took a liking to you already.“, he says and a warm shiver runs down your spine, your skin burning up from where he touched you. You can feel your cheeks heating up and sincerely hope that he won‘t notice it in the dim light. You fancied him, but you didn‘t want to give it right away. Where‘s the thrill in that? So you bat your eyelashes at him and give him the sweetest smile – you‘re a professional after all.
He excuses himself to freshen up before the banquet and you also retreat to your chamber, taking the baby phone snail with you. The walls were thin, you hear the water of his shower running and can‘t help but imagine his toned body all wet, water flowing down his massive scars and his tattoos, his big hands wandering all over his body. You put on some light makeup to distract yourself from the filthy thoughts you were having, but it didn‘t help at all. Instead you muster yourself in the mirror, your lipstick lips begging for nothing but to wrap around his cock, sucking him dry.
Your hands wander below your kimono and find your core dripping wet, as expected. Still a few good minutes left until the banquet started. No harm in using them wisely…
Too lazy to use your hand, you get off on the edge of the table, your hips rocking sloppy back and forth while your mind wanders off, imagining it was his cock you were grinding on. Your orgasm came quick and dirty, leaving a damp spot on the wooden table. It wasn‘t enough to satisfy you, but it was something.
It was King again who picked you up for the banquet. You exchange a few words back and forth about you meeting Kaido and Yamato and what your first impression was of them. King gives you a look, you can‘t fully tell what kind of through his mask, but you assume it was mildly shocked. You just ignored all of his warnings and he seems to disapprove, but doesn’t say anything. The closer you get to the dining hall, the louder the voices and music filling the hallway are getting.
King opens the door wordlessly and you‘re both greeted by cheerful and loud voices, calling out both of your names. Hadn‘t this banquet only started like five minutes ago? The Beast Pirates really liked to party, you guessed. Kaido was sitting at the other end of the room, a big bottle of sake standing in front of him already. His face brightens up when he spots you and your companion, waving both of you to sit with him. Again you can‘t help but wonder why everyone described him as this dark and feral beast when in reality he was just a dad trying his best, getting occasionally drunk with his family?
You take a seat kneeling next to him, your bodies almost touching. Big plates of all kinds of food were brought to the table in front of you and someone was always close to refill Kaido‘s sake. You watch him amused, he was a whole different person now that he was around his crew mates and servants. The gentle dad persona was gone and he was slowly showing why exactly he was called the beast by so many. Your heart was beating in excitement and so was your cunt.
Duty calls when you could hear Yamato through the baby phone transponder snail slowly waking up and you excuse yourself to do your job, hurrying to make your way outside. You turn around in the door frame, noticing that Kaido‘s eyes were lingering on you and you give him a sly smile, then you‘re out of the door. You hush through the long hallways, making it in time to the nursery just when Yamato wakes up. You take the child in your arms, feed him the bottle and hum a little melody to help him fall asleep again, brushing his hair softly. You might be a scammer, but still you cared deeply about the children you looked after. Their dads were just a little treat on top.
You stay a little longer in the nursery to make sure Yamato is really fast asleep, listening to the steady sounds of his breaths in the dark. Only when you’re sure that he won’t wake up for a while, you sneak yourself out into the hallway again, breathing in the cool air coming through the open windows. Now that everyone was at the banquet, maybe you should have a look around the castle, see what you could rob them off? You knew better than to stick your nose into things you might be better off not knowing, but you were also a curious little cat…
Your thoughts get interrupted abruptly when you hear footsteps approaching from the end of the dark hallway, heavy ones. No one but you resided in this part of the castle… and Kaido.
“Started missing you at the banquet.”
Kaido’s voice is low and a little hoarse, the voice of a drunk who spoke nothing but the truth. His skin shimmers slightly in the moonlight, drawing harsh contours on his toned body, and there it was again, the throbbing inside your core, the hunger, the lust. There was something threatening about his whole appearance and it wasn’t the fact that he was 7 meters tall and standing close to you know, taking your face into his massive hand, his gaze lowered so he can look at you directly. It was something in his eyes, the eyes of a beast that you had awakened.
You knew you were going to fuck.
He smells of booze when you pull him down by his long hair close to your face, placing your hands on his cheeks. His skin felt rough and hot under your touch and you could feel the sensation of danger rushing through your veins; knowing what you’re about to do could be the last thing you did. Unfortunately, the drill of this knowledge is also what kept you going.
“Rearrange my insides, babygirl.”
Kaido blinks at you slowly, his drunk mind trying to grasp what you just demanded from him. Only when you lean onto your tiptoes and press your lips on his, the realization seems to slowly sink in. He grunts and pulls you closer by your hips, his fingers digging deep into your flesh, drawing out a surprised gasp from you. His tongue finds its way inside your mouth and soon drool is running down the corner of your mouth as you're letting him devour you.
With bodies pressed against each other you keep on kissing, rough and hungry, nothing matters except his tongue circling yours – and his growing erection throbbing inside his leather pants which has you trembling in agitation from the outlines of it alone. His cock was even more massive than you had imagined.
You gasp when Kaido picks you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder, one hand on your ass as he carries you to the end of the hallway into his room. It has the same opulence as the one you got assigned, the only difference were the empty sake bottles that stood around and several children's toys scattered across the floor.
He lets you down on the big dining table, making you spread your legs wide apart as he embraces you, kissing down the side of your neck, one hand fumbling with your obi as he leans over you, his growing bulge rubbing against your thighs. You felt hot, your whole body aching for some sweet relief, your skin burning up under his greedy kisses. You let your hands wander over his body, tracing every muscle of his toned torso. He was radiating a heat and a scent that made you feel dizzy, almost drunk on him.
“Touch it”, he growls and takes your hands, placing them directly on his cock throbbing inside of his pants. He bucks his hips against your palms, drawing out shuddering breaths out of you both, before he spreads your legs even wider, revealing your soaked panties. You waste no time and unbutton his leather pants, your fingers brushing through his thick pubic hair until finally his cock is free, bouncing up in the air. You lick your lips from the sight of it, hungry to feel him inside of you, even if it meant you couldn’t walk for several days straight. Sometimes getting dicked down good came with a price.
You start stroking him with both hands, your fingertips barely meeting as you cup him, precum leaking from the tip. It doesn’t take long until you two find a steady rhythm with Kaido leaning his head against your shoulders as he rolls his hips and you whispering all the dirty things you want to do with him into his ears, your hands gripping his cock firmly. You loved the feeling of power that came with it, how he melted under your touch, how he adored you.
“Gorgeous. Now cum for me, will you?”
Thrown off guard by your sudden praise, Kaido sobs and grunts when he does as you say, cumming violently under your touch, his thick load covering your hands and running down your wrists. You draw out a few more groans from him when you gently rub his overly sensitive tip with your thumb, the sounds he makes sending shock waves straight to your core. Both of you take a few heartbeats to catch your breaths again where he kisses the side of your neck down to your collarbone, the already loose kimono sliding off your shoulders.
You bring your fingers to your lips and have a taste of him, all under his lingering gaze. It was hard to tell what was going on inside his head, if it was the alcohol that made his cheeks flush or if it was you, licking off his cum of your fingers with delight. All you know for sure was that you were about to have the ride of your life as he picks you up once again and carries you over to the bed, laying you down on your back as if you were barely a doll, undressing you with callused hands. Your heart drums loudly in your ears when he tears apart your panties, his face stern. You almost didn’t dare to breathe.
“We need to prepare you first or else you’ll break”, he mumbles and lets his knuckles slide up and down your folds, making you whimper in excitement. You can’t hide your surprise, somehow you would have expected him to make you struggle under his cock, getting off of your pitiful wails while you fall apart; but instead he gets on his fours, kissing down the insides of your thighs while his thumb draws small circles on your clit, sending waves of pleasure up your spine. His beard tickles but he is surprisingly gentle when he spreads your legs wide open and gives the arousal between your thighs a slow, long lick, not breaking eye contact.
“Fuck… yes…”, you pant, grabbing him by one of his horns as you guide him to your sweet spots, his tongue stroking and circling the delicate bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take long until you sink back into the pillows again, arching your back underneath him as he eats you out with such a devotion as if your pussy was a sake fountain. While one hand holds you down on your hips, the fingers of the other start sliding inside of you. One at first that you take with ease, then quickly a second one, the third when you begged him to with a whiny voice and the fourth when your walls were already clenching around him, riding on a high you never wanted to get off.
Kaido wasn’t exactly tender but you didn’t want him to be; he made you a dripping mess and you loved it, whining out his name with every circle his tongue was drawing on you, your constant praise only motivating him to give his all. Whenever he spread apart his fingers wider you clawed into the sheets, bucking your hips against him, begging him to finally fill you up. Fingers only were never enough to satisfy you off fully, what you craved was his throbbing cock – now.
You try to wiggle free from his grip but Kaido holds you back down, shaking his head slightly. He wasn’t done with his meal yet. You mewl when he slides his fingers out to give your cunt a few slaps, the wet sounds of each one making you flinch with pleasure. He drags his tongue across your entrance, licking all the way up to your clit to give it the treatment of your dreams, only to shove it deep inside your hole, drinking up your juices with sloppy sounds.
When he pulls back his beard is glistening from you and you can feel your cunt throbbing when he licks his lips, thinking this was finally the moment you get to feel his cock. What you did not expect was him lowering himself down again, glaring at you from between your thighs as he places his thumb on your anus, his tongue flickering over your clit a few times before he asks in a low voice: “Should we prep you here, too?”
Your eyes rolling back inside your head are an answer enough as he starts rubbing there in small circles, his drool and your juices mixing on your sensitive skin. You can feel an orgasm building up within you and you cry out loud when he pushes his thumb in, your ring of muscles clenching around him violently as he continues sucking on your clit. It only takes a few seconds until you cum with your whole body trembling underneath him. Your hands claw into his arm which is holding you down, then you slump down weakly into the pillows, trying to catch your breath.
Kaido sits back up with a satisfied smile on his lips, admiring the view in front of him. There was a small puddle from your wetness on the sheets and you look at him with pleading eyes, chest heaving heavily as you touch yourself, desperate to keep the high going. You couldn’t imagine what his cock felt like when even his tongue and a thumb alone could make you cum this messy, but you were eager to find out. You watch him as he strips off his remaining clothes and bite your lip from the sight of his hard cock bouncing in the air. He reaches for lube on the nightstands and pumps it generously in his palms before he starts stroking himself, eyes fixated on you. Only when he positions himself between your spread legs again do you gently place a hand on his beefy chest, stopping him from lowering himself any further on you.
“I’m on top”, you demand and smirk when he grabs you by the waist, flipping you both around. He places one arm behind his head while giving his cock a few lazy pumps with his other as he watches you grinding on his thick thigh; your head still a bit dizzy from your orgasm, but nothing could stop you now. You lean forwards and wrap your arms around his neck, getting comfortable in his lap and pulling him in for a hungry kiss again, your eyelids fluttering when he starts rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds, mixing lube and your juices into a wet symphony.
Kaido takes a sharp breath through his gritted teeth when you start lowering yourself onto his cock, stretching your tight entrance wide open little by little. You rest your forehead against his, trying to breathe through the sensation as you sink down deeper, mulling about how easily he could split you in half, only getting wetter from the thought of it. You can feel tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, biting down hard your bottom lip as you take him inch by inch, your knees trembling.
“Fuck… you feel incredible…”, Kaido grunts, eyes fixiated on his cock disappearing slowly inside of you. You wonder how much willpower it takes him to not slam you down onto his length and use you like a little doll. Maybe once you were fully stretched out for him… the thought keeps you pushing, your nails digging into his chest, filthy moans escaping your throat.
And then he’s all in. Your eyes widen in surprise and then you start laughing, almost in disbelief that you could really take him. Kaido smirks too, brushing your cheek with his massive hand as you roll your hips slowly, feeling drunk from the sensation of being stretched wide open by him. You didn't expect to feel this good…
You feel confident on his cock, powerful almost, admiring the feeling of his hand squeezing your ass every time you sink down onto him again, his nails leaving red trails on your skin while you suck on the fingers of his other hand, your eyes locked on his. Both of you could easily cum again a second time if only the build up wasn’t so good, neither of you wanted it to end just yet. When you guide his hand to your neck you can feel your walls squeezing even harder around him; and when he wraps his fingers around you like you show him to and he finally starts pounding on his own into your poor hole, you let out a giggle, overwhelmed by how incredible he makes you feel.
He chokes you as if he loves you, letting you catch your breath only to rob it from you again when he thrusts inside of you, making you hiss and whimper, giving you a small glimpse of the beast that he was. Only when your grip around his arms starts to weaken, your vision getting blurry, he loosens his grasp around your delicate neck again, tiny stars dancing in front of your eyes while you continue riding him, both of your moans and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust filling the room.
“Hng… I’m close…”, you gasp, sticking out your tongue, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Fuck me harder, Kaido…”
He kisses you sloppy, some raspy growls leaving his throat. You can feel him twitching inside of you when he wraps an arm around your hips and takes the lead, pushing you back down on the mattress without pulling out. You glare at him from underneath, his big stature hovering over you. He still has one hand around your neck when he leans down to kiss you again, rolling his hips as he fucks you into the mattress. You have one hand on his lower stomach, feeling his muscles contract with every thrust; your other hand playing with your clit, fingertips pressing down on it, drawing big slow circles around it, all under Kaido’s grim eyes.
You try not to pout when he lets go of your neck but don’t dare to object, considering the position you were in just now. It felt amazing, being at his mercy with his cock buried so deep inside of you, every inch of his body lusting for you. He tilts your face up with two fingers, his thumb on your bottom lip, demanding you to show your cheeky tongue. You obey and open up wide, sucking greedily on his fingers before he leans down to spit in your mouth, making you swallow before he does it a second time, a smug grin on his lips as he watches.
“Worororo… where do you want me to cum, little one? You seem quite hungry…”, he growls. You wrap your legs around him for an answer, making sure he won’t pull out.
“Fill me up…”, you whine, rubbing yourself harder under his eyes, your other hand wandering down to his shaft.
What you do not expect is Kaido shaking your legs off with ease and sliding out of you, leaving you once again hollow and whimpering, moaning the loss of a great cock. He seems unbothered by your needy sounds as he grabs you and flips you on your stomach, his hand slamming down on each of your ass cheeks, your skin burning up underneath it. You cry out loud into a pillow, muffling your mewls within them, only to arch your back more, demanding another spank. His calloused hands show no mercy, grabbing your flesh with so much greed as if you were his and his only, his fingernails leaving red trails on your back.
Just when your hand is about to wander to the aching arousal between your thighs again, Kaido grabs both of your wrists and pins you down above your head, shoving himself inside of you without a warning until his balls slap against your sensitive skin, making you cry out loud in pleasure. He brings one hand forward and flicks your bundle of nerves just the way you did, drawing out sweet moans of your mouth while sliding deeper and harder inside of you than before. You were barely able to withstand his thrusts, the edge between pain and pleasure blurry, a tight knot forming in your stomach area that was about to erupt any second.
“So fucking filthy–”
Kaido presses his thumb into a familiar hole again and that’s when your soft walls tighten around him violently as you cum hard on his cock, your juices running down the insides of your thighs as you tremble and sob, crying out his name. Unable to resist any longer, Kaido does another few sloppy thrusts into your delicate core before he pumps his load inside of you, pulling out halfway, only to shove himself back in, admiring the white mess dripping out of your cunt. He rubs his cock a few times between your folds, teasingly brushing your asshole with his tip, humming to the sound of your whiny voice.
“Short break, please…”, you gasp and try to crawl away from him, only to slump down on the sheets, your whole body trembling at the end of your strength. Your chest is heaving, covered with a thin sheen of sweat as you glance up to him. You desperately want to go for another round, but you know you would fall apart under his cock… and you still had a mission to fulfill (rob him off his blood money, kiss baby Yamato goodbye, leave without a trace). You pat down on the sheet next to you, humming when he does as you demand and lays down on his side, one hand caressing your curves gently.
“I’ll make you mine”, he says and you’re not sure if it’s a threat or a fateful wish, but either way you curl up against him, letting him brush the hair out of your face and kiss the side of your neck where he had left red marks, your naked bodies pressed against each other as you both come down from your high. Your skin feels electrified underneath his fingertips, soft moans leaving your open mouth, you felt so drunk on him. Carefully you trace his tattoo and his scars, drawing small circles on his warm skin, sinking deeper into his embrace.
This felt nice. Fuck. Since you were about to fall anyway – why not go all in?
“Wanna show me your dragon form the next round…?”
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🌸 (n.sfw) pulling their hair during sex w/ Sabo, Kid & Denjiro (pt. 1/?)
a/n: what can i say, i just want to pull on the hair of pretty men and watch their reaction, that's it |･ω･)
contains: n.sfw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns), dirty talk, penetration (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (no breeding kink or pregancy implied), hair pulling obviously, toys, lmk if i missed anything!
word count: 1.2k
Denjiro
“Did I tell you to stop?”
You look down between your thighs, a pair of blue fox eyes seeking yours. Denjiro smirks as he grabs the flesh of your legs firmer, not breaking eye contact as he lets his tongue run up and down your cunt slowly. You moan softly, one hand buried in his long, blue hair, gently guiding him to the spots that feel extra good. Every now and then you give it a slight pull, enjoying the feeling of power that came with it; you knew Denjiro was physically much stronger than you ever will be, yet he ate you out with such devotion while he was on his knees, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him even harder than ever before.
His hair slides through your fingers like water, so soft and flowy, its color mesmerizing you; it reminds you of the deep, endless sea and the color of the sky on a summer day, as blue as your heart felt when he wasn’t with you.
He moans delicately against your dripping wet cunt when you tug his hair; licking your juices off his lips as you pull him back, the sensation of his tongue between your thighs too intense. You don’t want to cum, not yet, you want to ride this sweet high a little longer. You sigh full of lust when Denjiro slips two fingers inside of you, his thumb drawing small circles around your clit. With your hand still buried in his hair you lean down to him, making him tilt his head back so you can kiss him and have a good taste of yourself.
Only when his fingers curl up, rubbing that one spot on your walls that make you fall apart under his touch, you lean back again and guide him down between your thighs once more, fingers wrapped around blue strands of hair. You can feel him smiling against your cunt as you wail out his name, an orgasm rushing through your veins, legs trembling on his broad shoulders as you finally let go of the endless blue; ready to drown in it.
Kid
Kid was a force to mess with. Quite literally.
The way he pounds you in that poor mattress makes you whine and moan, his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer with each of his thrusts, his cock stretching your walls so delicately. He kisses you with hunger, leaving smeared red lipstick traces all over your body, a faint line from the corner of your mouth to your collarbones; Kid always loved plastering marks all over your body to show everyone who you belonged to. Him, only him alone.
Your eyes roll back in your head with each of his thrusts, his moans and pants only pushing you further toward the edge. Desperately your hands search for something to hold onto, they scratch over his buff torso, cling onto his shoulders before they wrap around the back of his neck, leaving faint scratches all over his skin. With his forehead pressed against yours he keeps on thrusting; you could tell that he was close to cumming which is when you bury your fingers in his red hair and pull on it without thinking, your head was far too dizzy from the sensation of him being on top of you.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Startled by his hoarse voice you loosen your grip without fully letting go of his hair. There was something in his glare that confused you. Maybe it was the faint blush upon his cheeks or the fact that he hasn’t crushed you under his metal fist yet? And from the way his cock was throbbing inside your core…
“Babe, do you like getting your hair pulled during sex?”, you ask in disbelief, trying very hard not to grin because you know it would make him furious.
“As if, shut u–”
You had tightened your grip around his hair again, tugging on it only slightly but enough to make him groan and cum with a shudder inside of you, slumping down on you as his hips give you a few more sloppy trusts, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. You both hiss and curse as Kid flips you around with such ease without pulling out yet, making you sit on him like a throne as he flicks your clit with his right hand. You know he won’t be satisfied until he makes you cum at least twice the amount he did, or until you were a dripping, whining mess. Your walls twitch around him as he leans into your touch like a needy big cat, his warm cum running down your thighs and your hand buried deep inside his flaming red hair, tugging onto it like he does on your heart strings.
Sabo
“Now suck on it.”
You had fisted the gold locks of his, your other hand gently tilting his chin up, one thumb brushing his lips, asking him without words to open up for the tip of your strap-on that was dangling from your hips. It was a pretty one, not massive but big enough to know you would need lube for that; its color bright and cheerful, as if it didn’t give you the power to absolutely make someone fall apart underneath it.
Sabo looks up to you, smirking, clearly enjoying the game the two were playing. It was unusual to see the revolutionary on his knees. He rarely bowed to anyone – but tonight? Tonight was special. Leaning against the wall of your room you feel the bravest you had ever been. When Sabo asked to see the box of toys you kept under your bed you had been a bit hesitant at first – what if he would be repelled by the monstrosities you held there? That was because for a second you had forgotten that Sabo was a feral man and that those things didn’t scare him, no, they excite him. So when he pulled out the harness and gave you that one look… you were already stripping off half your clothes.
Without touching you know that you’re dripping wet already from the sight of Sabo sucking on your strap alone. He doesn’t break eye contact, drool running down his chin, his gaze hungry and full of lust, soft moans escaping his throat when you pull on his hair a little tighter. He’s giving his all, his tongue running up and down your strap, letting you pull him closer until he gags on it, his smile growing bigger every time you drag him back by his hair to let him breathe again and praise him for being such a good boy.
“Fuck, Sabo–”, you hiss when he starts rubbing your clit with a gloved hand, smiling at you with your strap in his mouth, giving you innocent puppy eyes as if he wasn’t fully aware what he was doing. It doesn’t take you long to cum under his touch, your legs trembling before they give in and you sink down to the floor to him. He kisses you, long and delicate, humming slightly when you reach for his hard cock, giving it a few pumps before you lean forward to whisper.
“Now, turn around, my love, we’re not done yet…”
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🖤 (n.sfw) "try to stay quiet for me. can you do that?" w/ Sanji & afab!reader
a/n: requested by @sanjisprincesswifey <3
i am SO sorry, it took me a hot minute to finally get to your request. thank you so much for your patience and the fun request, i hope it's to your liking!
contains: n.sfw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, words 'cunt' and 'pussy' used to describe gentials), slight sub!Sanji, oral (reader receiving), penetration (reader receiving), unprotected sex (no breeding kink or pregnancy implied), dirty talk, please let me know if i missed anything
word count: 1.4k
The heatwave was almost unbearable. No matter how much iced tea you drank and no matter how close you sat to the fan, you just feel like you’re melting on the spot. Slumped over the kitchen counter you whine to your boyfriend about it, as if he had the power to make it go away.
Sanji chuckles and pats your head consolingly, taking an ice cube from your empty glass and holds it against your neck. You hum from the sensation, a smile curling up on your lips as you scoot closer to him, hip to hip you’re standing next to each other in the dimly lit kitchen. It was one of those summer nights that felt so sticky and hot, where not even the moon and all its stars brought some relief from the heat.
While you sigh in relief, still leaning over the kitchen counter with every movement too exhausting under those temperatures, Sanji lights up a cigarette on a candle. His cold fingertips dance over your bare skin as the ice melts on your neck, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.
“More, please…”, you meow, batting your eyelashes at the cook. He leans down to you between two whiffs of his cigarette, kissing your temples and the spot behind your ears, his warm lips a pleasant contrast on your cold skin. You know he would do anything for you; the way he treated you was out of this world and you adored him for that. For the first time in your life someone made you feel loved, not just on the surface but deep, wholehearted love that rushed through your veins.
And on top of that he fulfilled you every wish, no matter how filthy it was. He let you pull his blonde hair while you suffocated him between your thighs. He fucked you wherever and however you wanted it, not stopping until you were a dripping mess. He looked at you with pleading eyes as he sucked off your strap, knowing you will praise him for how well he can take you whole.
“Sanji…”, you hush, scooting closer to him, rubbing your hips in small movements against his. He immediately understood.
“What is it, sugar? Feeling a bit hot?”, he teases, letting his fingers run down your spine until they stop at the waistband of your shorts, lingering there as if he wouldn’t pull them down to devour you in a bit, revealing your soaked underwear. You whine and arch your back a little, standing on tiptoes now, presenting him your ass in all its glory.
Sanji hums a little as his hand wanders over your bum down to your legs, your skin feeling sticky on his in the summer heat. You let out a deep sigh when he squeezes your thighs, his skilled chef’s hands just knew how to handle you well. You wiggle your butt, gesturing to him to not waste anymore time and get to the good part. Granted, patience has never been your strong suit.
“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”, he asks, his voice low and raspy as he puts out his cigarette on a small plate.
You nod weakly, letting out a soft gasp when he lets two fingers slide up and down the aching arousal between your thighs over the fabric of your shorts. You were dripping wet already. Sanji’s breath quickens everytime you buck your hips against his hand, silently begging him to give you what you wanted, greedily licking the fingers of his free hand as they slide an ice cube in your mouth.
Still on tiptoes, your legs start trembling when Sanji grabs your shorts and pulls them up, the fabric cutting in your flesh, intensifying the throbs of your pussy which outlines shimmer through the wet textile. You mewl against his fingers, sucking on them, almost biting them when the sensation got too intense; all while your boyfriend whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his voice alone enough to send you to heaven.
You grab Sanji by the collar of his open shirt and pull him in for a kiss, fierce and hot, a kiss that also said: I’m not playing any longer, I need you on your knees now. He smiles against your lips, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear before he pulls back, his eyes full of lust. Finally, he gets behind you, pulling down your shorts and panties down at the same time in one smooth movement, helping you step out of them before he carelessly tosses them aside, spreading your cheeks with hunger.
You tremble from his breath against your wet cunt, he’s taking his time to admire the view, licking up the juices running down your thigh first before he buries his face between your legs, eating you out with an unexpected intensity. His tongue is everywhere, circling your clit, licking down between your folds, sliding inside of you; all while his hands are digging deep into your flesh, spreading your legs apart.
“Fingers…”, you command between two moans, trying hard to stay quiet as he asked you too, but boy, this was hard. No one ever ate you out as good as Sanji does. You can feel him grinning against your cunt as he enjoys a few more licks, then he gently taps your ass to make you turn around, facing him. Dizzy from your heavy breathing you lean down to him to have a taste of yourself off his lips, sliding one, then two fingers in his mouth between your kisses, his drool running down your knuckles as you get on your knees, too.
With your other hand you rub over the growing bulge in his pants, his clothed cock throbbing under your fingertips. Impatiently you nestle with his belt, greedy for his length, pushing Sanji down on his back as you climb him.
“Thought you wanted fingers?”, he teases you, pulling you closer to him by your bare hips as you grind against his hard length. You lean down to him for another sloppy kiss, grinning when you hear him groan under you. Impatiently you unbutton his pants, his cock bouncing up as soon as you pull down the waistband of his underwear. You lick your lips in excitement.
“Changed my mind. Bear with me, darling.”, you sigh as you spit in your palm, circling his tip gently, sticky pre-cum already dripping off it. Sanji hisses and groans as he melts under your touch, his cock pulsating in your hand, rock-hard. He sobs out your name as you tighten your grip around him, stroking him slowly while you force him to look at you, your other hand cupping his chin, a thumb resting on his bottom lip. He looked so pretty when he begged with his eyes only.
It was time for dessert.
You crawl closer in his lap, your wet folds grinding on his cock teasingly. Sanji takes a sharp breath, his hands digging into the flesh of your hips, making sure you’re not escaping before you ride him into the sunset. You chuckle about his needy expression, the face of a man who was so madly in love and also so desperately horny, pleading to be used as you wished. Since you can’t withhold yourself any longer either you decide to release him and finally lift your hips a few inches, letting him fill you up whole.
Throwing your head back in lust you lower yourself onto his cock slowly, sighing as your walls stretch around him. His whimpers and curses are almost music in your ear, you just can’t get enough of it, you need it. You squeeze him tight with your muscles, watch him squirm underneath you.
“Now, now…”, you whisper as you lean forwards, careful to make sure he stays inside of you. The feeling of him filling you up to the core was enough to make your pussy throb. Your hips are moving slowly up and down on his cock while you reach for your panties on the floor. Someone was about to get his mouth stuffed with them. “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”
Call it a heatwave…
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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: (n.sfw) pegging w/ King & afab!reader
a/n: requested by @tardiiart ♡
thanks for letting me write this for you, i had so much fun with it. you + me = wanting to peg men 4 times our sizes ( ˘⌣˘)♡(˘⌣˘ )
also will i ever learn to keep my smut short and simple? probably no
contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' used twice to describe genitals), reader is somewhat King's size because uhh, anal play, pegging, sucking on strap, fingering, spitting in mouth, hair pulling, praise kink, dirty talk, thigh riding, aftercare
word count: 1.9k
“Will you be good? Open that pretty little mouth for me?”
You brush a thumb over King’s lips and smile when he parts them so willingly for you, giving your finger a few kitten licks before he starts sucking on it, never breaking eye contact. The lunarian is kneeling in front of you, his wings trembling slightly every time you tuck on his hair, soft white strands wrapped around your fingers. Precum is leaking from his erect cock, throbbing hopelessly without being touched the slightest; you know that a few strokes would be enough to make a whole mess out of him, but you want to enjoy this view much longer.
King was an important man, ordering people around all day long. You’ve been working under him, following orders willingly, finding comfort in his majestic presence. He barked out commands and you obeyed, the rare praise coming out of his mouth like a reward. He kept you close to him like a right hand and you let him, his fingertips on the small of your back sending shivers down your spine, making your cunt throb with lust and yearning.
It was that one night, when whole Onigashima was asleep already and you wanted to deliver him some important documents, that you found him in this delicate position, his feathers ruffled as he was bent over the desk, three of his fingers shoved inside his puckered hole, gliding in and out quickly under his shuddered breath.
The view mesmerized you, not only because it was the first time you saw King with his leather gear off, or how his white hair fell sweaty into his face, no. It was a desire set on fire inside of you, wishing for nothing but to make him feel good in a way that charms out those needy mewls; to watch a man of his status fall apart under your touch, every sign of stress leaving his big body under your fingertips. Terror flashed in his eyes when you called out his name, but you didn’t move when he hovered over you, threatening to snap your neck for what you just saw. Instead you just put a hand over his fluttering heart, looking at him with adamant eyes until his gaze softened, knowing his secret was safe with you.
He has been on his knees for you countless times ever since.
“Stick out your tongue”, you command and hum when he willingly does as you say, letting you tilt his face around by his chin as you pleased. You lean down, hovering over him and laughing softly as you trace his face tattoo with your thumb before you spit in his mouth, making him swallow and then do it again, this time more slowly, enjoying how his eyes flutter and plead for more. You pull him close for a greedy kiss until drool is running down the corner of his mouth and he gasps for air when you pull back, his hands digging into the flesh of your hips to stop you from moving away from him.
“So impatient, aren’t you?”, you coo but step closer, giving your strap-on a few strokes under his hungry gaze. There was something about the way King swallowed your fake cock fully, taking it all the way to the base without gagging, that had you wet immediately, fighting the urge to just push him down on his back and grind on him until he was begging and whimpering to put it in. His red eyes seek yours, waiting for your praise on how well he’s taking you, his puffy lips wrapped around your strap, a slight smile curling up upon them.
“Keep being good for me”, you mumble and brush his hair out of his face, your gaze so full of love and adoration, knowing this kind of intimacy could only be built upon trust. King’s soft moans fill the room as he bops his head up and down with determination. You could watch this for hours, if only you weren’t a little greedy yourself. So you let him swallow you whole one last time, pushing his head onto your strap on until he is gagging and then pulling him back by his hair, a thin thread of drool still connecting you.
You take his face into your hands and kiss him, melting inside when you feel him smiling against your lips. With your forehead resting against his, you let one hand wander down to his chest, feeling how his heart drummed under your palm as he made you spread your legs, enjoying the view of your dripping wet cunt. He licks his lips slightly and while you wouldn’t mind him eating you out until you came several times under his tongue, you wanted to hear his pretty little mewls first as he fell apart under you.
“Come to bed, love”, you demand and give him another kiss before he obeys, laying down beside you. You can feel his fat cock pressed against your belly when he pulls you close to him, lips crashing onto each other hungrily. King pushes on knee between your legs, letting you ride his thighs, the lewd noises of your wetness mixed with both of your sweet moans.
“Fuck me, please…”, he growls and you chuckle, part of you wanting to make him beg more, but the other getting impatient already, eager to give him what he begged for.
“Then turn around and show me how bad you want it, will you?”, you purr and reach for the bottle of lube as you watch him do as you say, his handsome face pressed into the pillow, wings spread wide apart while his ass is lifted up in the air, using his hands to spread his cheeks for you.
“Oh, you prepared… such a good boy”, you praise him when you notice the familiar plug, a black diamond sparkling from his puckered hole. It was a stunning view, no matter how often you got to experience it. You kiss down from the small of his back to his butt cheeks, giving them a few spanks, only to cover them in more soft kisses. His throbbing cock begged for attention, but instead you lick down his taint, all the way up to the plug, making your lover tremble under your touch.
“I’m taking the plug out now”, you say and reach for the pretty diamond, pushing it down a little deeper first before you pull it out slightly, enjoying the way King’s hole clenched around it. He bites down his hand to muffle his moans but the sensation was too intense and he comes undone, spreading his thick load all over the sheets under your pleased hums. You always loved how sensitive he was and how you could make him cum with the slightest touch only and also how quickly he recovered, being rock hard again and hungry for more.
Once you remove the plug, you make sure to be very generous with lube, spreading it all over his hole and your fingers before you dip them inside, enjoying the sensation of how he clenches around you as well as the way he cries out your name whenever you hit his sweet spots in a way that makes him see stars and forget everything around him.
“More…”, he sobs and you add another finger, knowing well this isn’t what he meant but it was too much fun to hear his frustrated growls, watching him gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white, while your name falls out of his mouth like a broken record. He was at your mercy.
King whimpers about the loss when you remove your digits, only to gasp when he feels the tip of your strap lining up against his hole. You pump lube in your palms and spread it all over his hole and your toy before you grab him by the hips and gently guide him onto your cock, taking your time to stretch his tight entrance little by little.
You take a sharp breath when he’s able to take you fully at the very first try and you bend down to place a few kisses down his spine, mumbling praise over and over again for how good he is and you two laugh softly, both of you feeling high from the sensation. You reach around for his cock, rubbing over the sensitive tip with your thumb and spreading cum all over it, then you start thrusting slowly, making sure to give him time to adjust to the size of your toy.
King lets out the sweetest sounds, panting and moaning, arching his back for you. You have one hand in his hair, white strands wrapped around your fingers as you give it a pull with each thrust, the other hand now on his hips as you find a steady rhythm, lewd sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room. You love watching him getting worked up on your strap, the way he bounces up and down on it, occasionally spreading his cheeks wide for you to earn himself a little praise, his wings trembling more the closer he gets to the edge, spread out wide.
You never dared to dream about fucking an angel, but this was heaven anyway.
“Close… I’m close… please, can I…”
King’s voice was raspy and out of breath, bouncing up and down on your strap in a broken rhythm, chasing his high. One hand of yours is still buried in his hair, making him look up at his own reflection in the window, the way he was on all fours in front of you, his pretty face painted with lust and desire.
You can feel King’s cock twitch in your fist, desperately seeking some friction and you chuckle at the way he shudders under your touch, his core so full of you. He tries to swallow his moans but it’s hopeless, they slip out of his mouth and echo from every wall, like the symphony of a siren. You know he is waiting for you to allow him to come, but today you want to watch him fall apart.
So you bend forwards, fisting his hair to make sure he sees his own reflection, and start licking a stripe up his spine, right to the base of his sensitive wings and grin when he cries out loud, cumming violently in your hand, his thick load spluttering across the sheets. He keeps fucking your hollow fist, his whole body trembling from the sensation of the orgasm that rushed over him, before he slumps down on the bed, trying to catch his breath.
You pull out your strap carefully and get rid of the harness before you crawl under one of his wings and lay down next to him, brushing his hair gently out of his face, whispering over and over again how much you love him and how well he took you, plastering a hundred kisses on every inch of skin you could reach and tracing his smile with your fingertips.
King leans in for a kiss as soft as dancing on clouds, humming against your lips in pleasure and letting you hold him in your arms until both of your heart beats slowed down to normal. As much as you liked it rough, it was tender moments like this afterwards that really made you fall in love with him all over again, getting drunk on the red of his eyes as they lingered on you with nothing but adoration and a burning desire to chase forever.
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