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Hello! May I ask for Law with fem s/o and prompts 11, 45 and 62, Law saying them? And with kink 34? And if you could, may the reader be shy? I'm okay with both second and third person thank you sm!

Honestly? I was waiting if someone will ask for this one particular topic. I somehow really like to read/write about it. And with Law in addition? Thank you so much Anon (´ ε ` )♡

Character: Law Reader: female (cis) Word count: 971 CW: explicit N.SFW content, virgin reader, fingering

Law was so slow that each second seemed to pass like minutes. There was no cruelty in his touch, only tenderness and . His bony, cold hands were patiently exploring the skin you revealed for him for the first time; long, skilled fingers of a surgeon were testing your body in a search of sensitive spots, playing with the lace of a pretty bra you had decided to wear especially for this moment. From time to time he was leaning forward to taste you, to pepper you with tickling kisses, caress of his facial hair eliciting goosebumps and shivers.

It felt so good and he barely started.

His lips found yours and claimed them, deliberate yet passionate ministrations turning your mind foggy. It wasn’t the first time he kissed you, but it was way different, more heated, more yearning. He was almost lying on top of you, his hips resting between your spread legs, his tongue dancing with yours, one hand tangled in your hair, the other—

You jolted, feeling the coldness of his skin sliding into your panties. He was so close to your heated core, brushing literally on the very verge of your wetness. When he broke the kiss to look at your face, his clouded with lust eyes studying your expression, you felt warmth pooling in two distant places of your body: your cunt craving his touch and your face, burning in embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” He froze, slightly furrowing his eyebrows. “Do you want me to stop?”

You furiously shook your head, “Keep going— Please! It just—”

“Hm?”

“It’s embarrassing.” Your voice almost broke as you said those words.

Law gently rubbed your cheek with a thumb, loving smile lightening his face. He kissed both your lids before sealing your lips anew, this time so gently you barely could feel his tongue.

“It’s okay,” he whispered against them. “It’s just love, there’s nothing to be shy about. I don’t have that much experience either.”

He slowly spread your labia; lean fingers were petting the wet slit, gently nudging and rubbing against your clit. You quickly forgot about shyness, sudden stroke of pleasure arching your back, cleaning your mind from any thoughts besides his finger stroking your sensitive nub.

Law stopped, surprised by your sudden reaction and sweet moans you made at a mere contact.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” He hummed, absorbing your expressions with fascination. He focused on your clit, slowly rubbing and stroking it, his fingers still cold, even if covered in your juices. You arched even more, rocking hips against his hand, his name flourishing on your lips between mewling and moans. It felt so good, much better than those times when you had been touching yourself in a similar way. One moment it was just a pleasant warmth sloshing lazily down your abdomen, the other: a crushing wave of ecstasy turning you into a lustful beast.

When he slid two fingers inside you, you simply came, muffling a scream with a hand.

“Wow.” Law whispered, rolling on side and peppering your neck with nibbles. He helped you get down from your high, kissed the tears of pleasure away from your cheeks. “It was amazing. Did it feel that good?”

You were so flustered you couldn’t look straight into his eyes, trying to hide behind forearm.

“Hey—” He peeled it away— “don’t hide your face. You look so beautiful right now.”

This time he was the one muffling your moans with lips—when he started moving fingers inside you a new wave of lust hit against you. He was more careful this time, avoiding the crucial sensitive spots he had just known to not overwhelm you with another orgasm. He wanted to prepare you for another step, not overstimulate you. You were so wet though he didn’t need to stretch you much. You were ready.

As you confirmed with a nod when he asked a silent question with his gaze, he pulled your panties down.

“Here.” He passed you a cushion. “Rest your hips on it, it will be easier.”

You made yourself comfortable, observing him from the corner of your eye. With his back turned to you, he kicked off jeans and reached for protection. A sudden worry clenched your insides when he climbed back on the bed, his massive erection drawing your gaze like a magnet.

You were really going to do it. And he was huge.

“I— Wow. This is—” You almost yelped when he took a position between your legs, rubbing his cock against your wetness in a search for a good angle.

“Shhh.” He hovered over you, kissing the worry away from your lips, soothing the anxiety with a loving embrace. “I know. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

And he was, so slow, so patient. When breaking into you, inch by inch, he was holding your hand, face buried into a crook of your neck, breathing heavily. His other hand was busy distracting you from unusual stretching, rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.

“Tight,” he murmured. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re doing so good.”

Few experimental thrusts later he was fully sheathed inside you, throbbing of his dick so palpable and driving you crazy. Shaking, you reached towards him and wrapped arms around him, pulling him closer. With a low groan, he spread his weight on top of you, not daring to move, too overwhelmed by your warmth, the same way you were overwhelmed with his size.

“Mine.” Law eventually collected himself, propped himself up on elbows to see you better, both of his hands holding your face, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your cheekbones. “Mine and only mine.”

“Yours.” You confirmed, for the first time confident enough to not break the eye contact. There was only lust and love in his orbs, so much love they resembled a melted gold.

#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #sinful #not suitable #sinvember 2020 #female reader #bas writes

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bas-writes · 4 years

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hello, may i please request ace with fem reader, my prompts: 81, 53, 10 ace using, public or semi public sex + lingerie? thank u very much!

After the flood of Ace I got for flufftember (yeah, yeah, I know, but I will yeet it all out in December, I promise!) I expected him to dominate the kinky event as well but, much to my surprise, this is the only request he got xD I hope you will enjoy!

Character: Ace Reader: female (cis) Word count: 1030 CW: explicit N.SFW content, public sex, unprotected sex

The music picked up the pace.

With its rhythm pulsing in your ears, you whirled faster and faster, feeling light on your feet. You were on the table, dancing between piles of dirty dishes, food, bottles and barrels of liquor, with your crewmates smashing their fists and mugs to the beat, loud thuds following fiddles, flutes and drums. A few more bold ones were even whistling whenever your curves bounced, whenever your skirt spinned overhigh, showing more of your legs that it was appropriate. But you couldn’t care less. His eyes were on you and it was all that mattered.

Ace was hypnotized, his gaze glued to you, every step you took carved deep in his memory. Chewing slowly on a piece of fried chicken and with his cheeks flushed, he watched you dancing. Nothing could escape his stare. The way your shirt was sticking to your sweaty breasts, your mounds barely held in place by the bra as you swirled. The way your hips and ass swayed to the music. The way your jewelry was gleaming in the candlelight and jangling with the rhythm. The way your skirt was showing him everything, even your underwear.

From the way he was sitting, leaning forwards and keeping legs unusually close, you could tell he enjoyed the show you were pulling off for him.

Biting your bottom lip, you winked at him and came closer. As the music changed rhythm—for much slower—you dropped on your knees in front of him, your hips sensually swaying. Ace abandoned the piece of meat he was clenching on, his arms instinctively shot forward to touch you. You smacked them with the shawl you had just slipped off your shoulders. The fabric, heavy from the scent of your perfumes and your body, fell on his head, almost knocking down his favorite hat. Pulling him closer with the help of the wrapping hooked behind him, you continued wriggling and swaying, the sensual moves of your hips hypnotizing him like magic.

“Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum in my pants.” He whispered against your tummy, barely audible within music and howling of the crew, enjoying the show not any less than him. You ran fingers under his hat, through his fluffy yet already sweaty hair; you let him kiss your body, feeling his hot and wet lips despite the barrier of shirt between the two of you.

“I can’t anymore.” Ace rasped out, his eyes heated and full of lust gazing at you with silent pleading. “Let’s get out of here or I will take you right now, on the table, in front of everyone.”

“Do you need a special invitation?”

As if your words broke a dam, Ace literally kidnapped you. One second dancing on the table, the other you were in his arms, pulled close to his chest, so close you could feel how crazy fast his heartbeat was. With little care for laughter, vulgar comments and whistles the crew was making, he bolted out the dining hall, towards the closest room he could find.

No, it wasn’t even a room, one where you could shut the door behind you.

He just dragged you behind the first corner he could find.

“What were you thinking, wearing this?” He almost moaned against your lips, kissing you and exploring your panties at the same time. Ace was stroking your slit through the lace, his fingers quickly found your clit and rubbed it with rapid, nearly brutal moves. His kisses were deep and sloppy; once sucking on your tongue, once licking your face and nibbling along the jawline, he was giving you all the proof of his hurry and lust. Shamelessly humping you, he kept running hands under your clothes, either almost fingering you through the panties or groping your curves and pinching your sensitive spots. Your breaths and first moans pitched, you rubbed against his hand, the hardness of his cock pressing against you and inflaming your lust almost white-hot.

“Ace,” you moaned into the harsh kiss. “I’m ready.”

“Good, cause I ain’t having more patience for you, you minx.”

With one swift move he pulled your panties down and yanked the frill of your skirt up. Seconds later you were in his arms, your back pressed against the wall, his strong arms holding firmly your thighs, his hips rushing between your spread legs. You inhaled sharply when he entered you, a bit too eager, a bit too brutal, a bit too heated. He didn’t give you much time to adjust, just smashed into you with such power you almost choked on a scream, air pushed out of your lungs with his thrusts.

“Fuck!” You scratched helplessly at his naked back, your wetness slowly overpowering the discomfort. “Fuck! Ace! Fuck!”

“Yeah, I’m doing it, babe.” He bothered to joke, but his own voice was already trembling. He was thrusting into you to the rhythm of the same music you had been seducing him mere minutes earlier. Laughter and racket of the party going right behind the wall he was taking you against were almost drowning out your moans and groans of pleasure. The crew was so close, you could pick up individual voices out of the crowd as Ace was fucking you with no mercy and no care for the world around, the throbbing of his cock deep inside you as palpable as the vibrations sent by people beating out the rhythm of music with mugs and fists.

“Y/N!” Ace almost cried out, too overwhelmed by powerful orgasm. Thrust after thrust, he was painting you white, his cum leaking out and flowing down your ass even before he pulled out and let go of your legs.

“Fuck,” he breathed against your lips, smashing you against the wall with his weight only, both of you barely standing. You grabbed his hand and pushed it against your still not satisfied core.

“You have no mercy on me today, don’t you?” Ace chuckled but did as you begged, his fingers once again finding the spot you loved. And he quickly brought you to your own high, your cries perfectly matching the last accords of the music.

#one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #ace x reader #ace imagine #portgas d. ace #sinful #not suitable #sinvember 2020 #female reader #bas writes

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bas-writes · 4 years

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It’s finally complete! Thank you everyone for participating and for your patience! The content below is 100% smut, please do not touch if you’re underage. Pay attention to content warnings in brackets!

Also available on ao3.

➳ back to main masterlist

Ace

“Stop dancing like that or i’m going to cum in my pants.” (Female Reader - public sex, unprotected sex)

Buggy

“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working.” (Female Reader - nipple play, cockwarming, squirting, unprotected sex)

Crocodile

“I think that's the first time I’ve heard you moan… It was like a fucking melody.” (Male Reader - marking (hickeys), male Reader wearing lingerie)

Denjiro

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” (Nonbinary Reader - biting, choking, hair pulling, size kink, dirty talking, rough sex, slightly suggested drunk intercourse (on Denjiro’s side), Wano spoilers, slight blood mention)

Hawkins

“Don’t kink shame me.” (Female Reader - handjob, hickeys)

Law

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.” (Female Reader - spanking, dirty talking)

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” (Female Reader - Reader losing virginity)

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.” (Female Reader - drunk sex, oral sex (Reader receiving), dirty talking, implied unprotected sex)

“We’re in public, you know.” (Female Reader - rough sex, choking, discipline, overstimulation)

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” (Female Reader - mirror sex, slight dirty talking, squirting)

Rocinante (Corazon)

“Were you touching yourself?” (Female Reader - unprotected sex, cock warming, slight femdom)

Smoker

“God damnit, now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it's that ice cream cone.” (Male Reader - face fucking, tad of dirty talking)

Usopp

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?” (Female Reader - femdom, pegging, bondage, begging, tad of dirty talking)

X Drake

“You’re in trouble now.” (Female Reader - rough sex, dirty talking, hair pulling, overstimulation)

Yamato

“First one to make a noise loses.” (Female Reader - fingering, Wano spoilers)

Zoro

“Wow, I didn’t realize you were that flexible.” (Female Reader - spanking, anal sex, fisting)

“Try to stay quiet, understand?” (Female Reader - rimming (reader giving), anal fingering, a little bit of exhibitionism)

“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.” (Female Reader - very rough sex, blindfolding, discipline, unprotected sex, dirty talking)

#masterlist #sinvember 2020 #sinful #not suitable

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bas-writes · 4 years

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Hello, Bas! Yay for Kinktober! What a time to be alive!!! May I request Buggy for Prompt 50, 43, and 80! Kink dedicated to female S/O please, 13,38, and 51. If I have to be specific, can 50 be about buggy asking s/o to sit on his lap with his cock out and putting it inside s/o's pussy while he works... and things got too hot and the deed happened... if possoble can it be a dom buggy as well?? if that's okay... thank you for opening your askbox! Have a great day!!

When I opened this blog in February I would never suspect someone will request smut with Buggy.

It’s November. I just ended writing smut with Buggy.

I have no idea what I did with my life, but I somehow feel I already did everything that could be done.

Anyway, my first time writing Buggy. I hope you will enjoy :3

Character: Buggy Reader: female (cis) Word count: 854 CW: explicit NSFW content, nipple play, cockwarming, squirting, unprotected sex, pet names

Usually your boyfriend didn’t like to be bothered when working. He had plenty of flaws, but no one could say he was lazy. Buggy, simply said, was a titan of work, if not sometimes a workaholic. This, followed by his natural talent for business and attracting money, was giving splendid results and a rapidly growing network of influence. And the more his influence was spreading, the bigger Buggy’s ego was becoming. And the bigger his ego was, the more time he was spending on his work, as if afraid one mistake could destroy the bubble he was painstakingly building around himself.

When you received a word you were expected in his private study, the one where even Mohji and Cabaji—his most trusted men—weren’t allowed, you couldn’t decide if you were more worried or excited. What could he have in mind?

“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working.” He said as soon as you closed the door behind yourself.

“No need to shy away, I am in such a flashily good mood.” He added, seeing your shocked expression and—to prove his point extra—patted his thighs. Still not fully sure what he exactly wanted from you, you carefully placed yourself where he asked. And you almost yelped in surprise.

So that's why he wanted to see you so suddenly!

“Like what you feel, hm?” He grinned, humping his hard cock against you with no shame. “You really like my cock, hm, my flashy doll?”

He pinched your nipple through the shirt. He really, really liked your boobs—and liked to tease them even more. He knew that weakness of yours and you almost pouted at how easily you got turned on. You pressed your booty against his erection and slowly rocked your hips. You earned another pinch and a low, throaty groan.

“What are you waiting for?” Buggy nibbled your earlobe, to the rhythm he imposed while fiddling your nipples. “Take off your panties.”

Not leaving his lap even for a second, you did as asked and somehow got rid of undergarments. He didn’t even let you sit back comfortably, freeing his cock within seconds and giving you a sign to straddle him. After a moment of hesitation, you lifted your hips and carefully, slowly impaled yourself. You weren’t especially ready for it, but the thrill of the situation made you wet enough to let it happen without bigger discomfort. Buggy wasn’t hurrying you up, letting you adjust to the stretching sensation and soothing the discomfort through caressing your breasts.

“Good girl,” he praised you once you took him whole and wrapped your arms around him. “Now sit calmly and lemme work.”

You let yourself smirk. You knew exactly what was going to happen. Buggy wasn’t especially a patient lover, now matter what he was claiming and enjoying. He could never bear cockwarming for too long. As long as you were sitting in one place and getting yourself ready, he could more or less focus on his papers, only his fingers playing with your nipples more and more. But once you started slowly bucking your hips and letting your nails scratch his back and shoulders...

You had to admit it, this time it took him much longer before he snapped and pushed you down on the desk.

With your legs hooked up on his shoulders, Buggy bent over you and impatiently smashed your lips with a kiss, his hands holding for dear life on your breasts, still squeezing and fondling your nipples. His hips thrusting hard into you: so deep and so rough, with full power and the right angle the position allowed him to.

“Hang on something, doll,” he grunted, smearing his lipstick on your neck as he was peppering it with wet kisses. “It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

When he rolled his hips and hit that spot you saw stars and indeed held on him as if life was slipping out of your body, “Wait! It’s gonna get messy!”

“Don’t care! Cum flashily for me!”

Arching your back, you squirted all over the place, clear fluids flowing freely out of your pussy as you entered the heavens, staining the desk, Buggy’s torso and his pants. He licked his lips at the sight and twisted your nipples for extra sensation. So overwhelmed and oversensitive you came for the second time, indeed flashily fast, mewling his name as your mind got lost in passion and desire. With few short thrusts Buggy followed you, the warmth of his cum inside you made you purr contently.

“So good,” you praised him when he collapsed on you with a heavy, pressing his sweaty forehead against the crook of your neck.

“I know right?” He grinned once he collected thoughts. “I am the best, right, my flashy doll?”

“Of course you are.”

Buggy collapsed on his chair and with a loud groan he slowly realized how much mess was made. The papers he was working on…all stained with your juices.

“Ah, you nasty woman,” he complained but the way he touched your breast was quite tender and playful. “Just look at what you did.”

#one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #buggy x reader #buggy imagine #buggy the clown #sinful #not suitable #sinvember 2020 #female reader #bas writes

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bas-writes · 4 years

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hiii, i'd like Law with fem reader and the prompts 2, 68, 22 reader using, mirror sex and squirting, submissive reader. thank you

Fufu, it was truly Law’s event as well and I’m so grateful I could write as many as 5 mini ficlets for him this edition :3

Character: Law Reader: female (cis) Word count: 864 CW: explicit N.SFW content, mirror sex, slight dirty talking, squirting

Law’s hand was dancing along your curves and you were going crazy. Each touch was calculated, not too rough but not too tender either, not too teasing but not too serious. He was taking his time, this bastard of a captain, standing behind you and having his way with you. Exactly as he liked. Exactly as you loved.

With two fingers spreading you patiently, he was kissing your neck, lazily marking your skin with grazes of teeth and light hickeys, trails of his saliva feeling cold in the badly heated room. Goosebumps was blooming on your skin and he was humming as it was tickling his tongue. His tattooed hand finally settled on one place, chose your breast and kneaded it, mercilessly teasing your hardening nipple between his boney yet skilled fingers. You melted under his touch, clung your back to his chest, arched when he fingered you deeper, so close to the special spot inside you.

“You’re so sensitive today.” He almost chuckled and nibbled on your cheek. As he dry humped against your ass, you could feel his erection, hard and ready for you. “Are you that hungry for my cock? Such a naughty girl.”

You were standing in front of a mirror—and you could see everything he was doing to you. You could see his left hand between your thighs, his fingers easily sliding in and out of you. You could see your juices flowing down your trembling legs. You could see your breasts, squeezed and kneaded in his merciless grasp. You could see him. His golden eyes burning with lust, peeking from behind you as he was tasting your skin, checking every whim of your face, every twitch of your body to adjust the best. His cocky grin blooming all over his face as he knew you were close to succumbing into the madness of desire with nothing more but his two fingers pumping in and out your pussy...

And finally, you could see his dick as he eventually unzipped his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He rubbed it between your thighs, against your wet and dripping slit. As he spread your labia, you could see the head of his cock peeking from between, teasing you, needling you, making you burn with desire.

“Law, please—” You cried out, trying to buck hips against him. You needed him inside, you were craving him. Your mind was empty, your thoughts circling around his dick only. You knew well how good it felt inside, stretching you open and fucking you mercilessly. You would kill for this feeling to be brought to you.

“Please what?”

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” Desperation almost made your voice break. “Law, please, I need your cock! I need you! I need— Fuck!”

Pushing you forward, he slid inside your cunt the same moment your front touched the cold and hard surface of the mirror. You mewled, your legs trembled and a sudden explosion of lust almost made you collapse. But he was holding you firmly, one hand supporting your hips, the other twisting your arm behind you. Each of his thrusts—fast, deep and almost rough—was pushing you more forward, your cheek, breasts and tummy flattened against the mirror.

“So wet,” he cooed into your ear, his voice even deeper and more throaty than usual. He wanted you as much as you wanted him. “My girl is so wet for me.”

Law lifted one of your legs and thrusted even deepe. He let go of your arm to rub your clit, sunk teeth into your neck, soothing the harsh marks with tongue and lips. You helplessly scratched the smooth surface of the mirror. There was nothing you could hold on and the desire he was pushing into you was making your knees weak.

You were close. So close the anticipation was almost painful.

He knew it, your body was like a Bible for him and he learned every reaction of yours by heart. He snapped his hips just right and it pushed you over the edge. You felt wet, so wet you knew you were melting, your juices and fluids gushing all over his dick and his hand and the mirror in front of you.

“Law, Law, Law.” You were repeating like a lewd mantra, your body still spasming in the powerful orgasm. If it wasn’t for his strong grasp, you would collapse. But he was there for you, praising the beauty of your high and helping you ride it out, carefully holding you close in case your legs would really give up under the pressure of lust.

“Law…” You mewled, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He licked them away and peppered your face with cute, innocent kisses. “It was so hot. Thank you for doing this.”

He made you turn and, pushing your back and ass against the wet mirror, he spread your legs and thrusted into you again, slower this time, more careful for your sensitivity. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him as close as you could.

He was smirking against your neck all the time chasing his own release.

#one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law imagine #trafalgar law #sinvember 2020 #sinful #not suitable #bas writes #female reader

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Hiiii I really love your writing. I'm really nervous about requesting cause I haven't done it since now. I hope you'll grant me my thirst for zoro. I'd like zoro with a fem s/o. My prompts: 87, 71, and 96. Zoro using the prompt and with blindfolding, discipline, and creampie. And with submissive reader. Thank you so much.

And I hope I managed to deliver a text matching your taste, Sweetheart :3 Sorry for the long wait!

I hope I haven’t went too hardcore with that one buuuut the prompt was asking for the roughest Zoro I could imagine... So I followed this instinct.

Character: Zoro Reader: female (cis) Word count: 1015 CW: explicit N.SFW content, rough (very rough but consensual) sex, hair pulling, blindfolding, discipline, brat taming, masochism, unprotected sex, dirty talking

Zoro—not counting you, the apple of his eye—had two big sacred things in his life: his swords and his favorite sake. He was not sharing, hardly even letting anyone hold their gaze too long on his precious belongings. He hardly even tolerated you around, letting you touch his swords only from time to time (but not too often and only with him around, they were too dangerous to let you too close) and sharing booze (the private stash, the booze bought as a crew’s supply he treated as kind of a common good anyway) only when he was in a very good mood.

You didn’t even try to think about playing with the weapons anyway, that’d be too disrespectful and too reckless. But sake? That was a tad different story.

You knew well where he was hiding the bottles, away from curious eyes and throats of the crew. The sake for bad days was stored in that one particular locker in the back of the gym, pushed between spare shirts and tugged into rags for additional safety. He trusted you enough to share this secret with you. After all, you had never tried to steal it. You had been only teasing him. And Zoro, in his own secret and grumpy way, loved it.

That’s why you made a little scene of your secret escapade, wearing his favorite clothes and making sure he saw you climbing up the crow’s nest. You felt his heavy gaze on your back, booty and thighs as you were making your way up there. The gaze of a predator who spotted his prey. The game was on, you only had to let him 'catch' you.

Such an impatient boy he was, appearing behind you mere minutes after you got the special sake out of the locker. He caught your wrist and twisted it almost painfully, pulled you close against his broad chest, mere inches away from his face. Sharp and musky, his natural scent filled your nose, your heart was already beating faster in excitement. The shadow on his face, the dangerous gleam in his eyes were telling you everything: he was going to get rough.

Exactly as you wanted.

“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.” He grinded out and seized the bottle from your hand. “Who gave you permission to get through my stuff?”

You pulled the most innocent face you could, “I have no idea what you are talking about. It just happened to lay there.”

He twisted your whole arm and smashed you against the wall, a thud pushed the air out of your lungs. As he pressed against you and rubbed against your booty, you felt his erection growing rapidly. Impatient, needy swordsman.

“Do I need to remind you how a good girl should behave?” He rasped into your ear, his voice so loud and throaty your legs already felt weak. “Should I beat discipline into you? Is this what you want?”

Instead of answering, you shamelessly and challengingly pushed hips against him, rubbing your curves against his hardening cock. Sharp pull on your hair held you in place but couldn’t stop lewd sounds you made. Zoro groaned. He was way too weak for you.

His bandana cut your vision—he wrapped it around your head and tied tightly, not caring about strands of your hair getting into the knot. Your senses reacted almost immediately: sharp, wary and oversensitive, exactly as he wanted.

Zoro not only wanted to take you hard: he wanted you to feel it even more.

He kicked your legs spread and pulled down your pants and underwear. Holding you firmly in place by an arm twisted behind your back, he kneaded your ass with a free hand, sinking nails deep into your sensitive flesh. Once satisfied with the view, he reached between your legs and spread your lower lips, fingers sweeping along the slit.

“Already so wet, huh?” He groaned, lust almost overtaking his mind and senses. “You really like when I show you your place.”

Rustle of his sash and pants falling down were like a melody for your ears. Grabbing you by hair once again, he pushed you against the wall so hard you almost screamed, forcing you to arch for him, to bend so nicely he could take you exactly as he wanted.

He didn’t lose time for preparation. Once he lined with your hole, he entered you so hard you saw white in the darkness.

“You. Damn. Brat.” Zoro was hissing into your ear, each word pointed by the rough and powerful thrust of hips, by the harsh pull on your hair and arm. “You. Impossible. Woman.”

You could only moan and scream, abandoning yourself to his mercy, giving him everything you got. His rough ministrations were causing you pain—the good pain, the soreness you craved in your masochism, the power you desired in your submissiveness. Thrust after thrust, he was pushing deep inside you, lewd slaps filling your ears, matching the rapid rhythm of your heart, pulsing of blood in your ears. Taken from behind, you were slammed against the wall to the point of losing breath, rough wood rubbing against your skin barely protected by the shirt he didn’t rip off.

Zoro let you go only for a second, only to grab your hips and to fill you with his hot seed, pumping his big and thick load with rapid, chaotic and deep thrusts. Sudden imbalance made you fall on the floor, face down as your legs crumpled, too shaky to support your weight. He was still holding your hips, letting his seed flow freely down your thighs, leaving your cunt empty and burning for a release. When he finally let you drop whole on the floor with a loud thud, a disappointed moan escaped your lips.

“Don’t think we have ended here.” He grabbed you by the hair again, forcing you on your knees, rubbing your face against his still hard cock. “There’s still plenty I have to teach you. Open your mouth.”

And so you did, happy to obey and to be disciplined.

#one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #zoro x reader #zoro imagine #roronoa zoro #sinful #not suitable #sinvember 2020 #female reader #bas writes

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Don't forget, you gremlin, and write it, if you won't collapse after the work today: “Try to stay quiet, understand?” and kinks: body worship, fingering, rimming. Spoil the Marimo :3

Present gremlin to past gremlin: mission accomplished.

And before you will, hehe, eat me for being a dirty hoe on main, I can explain. I spent a horribly long and boring day at frustrating work, bombarded with horny Zoro fanarts collectively from here, twitter and pixiv. And then @elliemehl added her own amazing dessert to my thirst. And she called it A CAKE.

I didn’t need a lot of encouragement to put my connotation into smut. Zoro, if you were real, I’d 10/10 do it.

Character: Zoro Reader: female Word count: 1173 CW: explicit N.SFW content, rimming (Reader giving), anal fingering, exhibitionism

For some reason Zoro really liked to sit in the kitchen. Not in the aquarium lounge above, but exactly in the kitchen and even Sanji’s presence there couldn’t discourage him. Much like a cat, he had instinctively chosen the warmest place on the ship, with the constant (and fast) access to food and beverages, mostly his favorite sake. If he wasn’t training or napping on the deck, then you knew you could find him leaning against the counter and irritating the shit out of the cook. And, what interested you the most, no one else dared to find themself in the presence of two enraged bulls, so the chances Zoro would be there alone (well, not counting Sanji) were huge.

And you had certain plans requiring finding Zoro alone.

As expected, he was there, shamelessly bent over the counter and in pants only, his hair wet and messy, his tanned torso still glistering from the shower he must had just taken. You slid down the ladder and he immediately sensed your presence, his lips slightly curved at your sight in a whim you learned to know as an enthusiastic smile. When you leaned to peck his cheek, your nostrils were hit by the fresh and sharp scent of a shower gel. So he really took a shower, not just sprayed himself with water as he was doing when trying to cheat on time.

Good. It was making things even easier.

“I don’t like those eyes,” he hummed when you joined him, his arm immediately wrapped around your waist. He liked feeling you close. “What’s up in this crazy mind of yours?”

“What happened to your trust?” You pecked him again, on the lips this time, stealing the tingy taste of sake. “Are you afraid of me or something?”

Zoro huffed at a mere suggestion, but his cheeks went red when you let your hand wander down his spine, scratching his pretty sensitive and ticklish skin there. He unwittingly arched against your touch, exposing his appetizing and well-shaped booty. You gave it a little squeeze and he almost yelped.

“Y/N-chan!” Sanji appeared, carrying a plate of sashimi. “Are you hungry?”

“Hell yeah.” You indeed were, however it wasn’t Sanji’s food you had in mind. You squeezed Zoro’s booty one more time, sinking your nails in as much as you could through the fabric. Zoro almost choked on breath, but somehow kept the poker face.

“And what is wrong with you, mosshead?” Cook’s keen eye spotted the slight difference though. “Are you sick? If you’re going to puke, do it outside my kitchen.”

Zoro just snatched the plate from his hands, too busy trying to keep his cool as you were kneading his ass, “Mind your own business. Didn’t ya want to cook for her?”

Sanji shook his head, also too busy—trying to not snap in front of a lady, “The usual, Y/N?”

“If you don’t mind.” You smiled at Sanji and sneaked your hand into Zoro’s pants. You firmly grasped one of the buttocks and continued the happy kneading, from time to time swiping a finger or two along the crack. Zoro started shivering and changing colors all over the face, but kept silent and more or less calm.

As soon as Sanji turned to prepare your food, you dropped on your knees and pulled Zoro’s pants down, exposing his firm peach. You grabbed it with both hands now, massaging the cheeks, once squishing them together, once spreading them, shamelessly enjoying how they started to get red too from his sheer embarrassment.

“What are you doing?” Zoro hissed and peeked behind as much as his beefy body allowed him to. “Erocook is right in front of us, you can’t—”

“Try to stay quiet then.” You nibbled the left cheek and gave it a playful, gentle spank. “Understand?”

It wasn’t the first time you rimmed him—and you knew Zoro, no matter how he denied it if asked, loved it. As soon as he felt your hot, inquisitive tongue between his buttocks, he almost broke; the loud moan was barely held in the throat and turned into almost animalistic groan.

“I told you to puke outside.” At least Sanji didn’t turn, too busy with the food.

Zoro tried to continue the banter, but your ministrations cut him short. You knew all the favorite spots of his, all the vulnerable points scrupulously hidden from the world in his pants.

And you were hungry.

You buried your face into him, shamelessly lapping, licking and sucking what he offered—and he couldn’t do anything but buck against you and hold his moans back. You had to admit, he was good. Besides low grunts and heavier breathing, barely anything could be heard from him.

“Hey, you’re weirdly shy today,” you teased him and left a mark of your teeth on the other buttock.

“Shut up, you perv.” His voice was so throaty he sounded almost like a beast. “You told me to keep quiet.”

You spread saliva on your finger and slowly, carefully, pushed it into his butthole. Hiss, then almost a moan, and trembling of thighs happened right in front of you, but he survived.

“You will pay me for this,” he stuttered out, desperately clenching fingers on the counter as you started to pump the digit in and out of him. “I swear, you won’t walk for a week—”

“Worry for yourself first”. And you dived in again, licking the sensitive skin between his hole and the sack, one of your hands gently grabbing his balls, the other busy guiding the finger towards the special spot of his. Waves of muffled pleasure made his whole body shiver, you barely could keep him in place, his splendid muscles tensing, his broad chest heaving, his handsome face all red and flustered.

“Y/N—” The trembling of his voice, the way he was clenching on your finger…he was close and desperate for a release. Which you aimed to give him, as he deserved.

But something snapped in him.

Maybe it was Sanji shifting in his place and about to turn any time, maybe it was your grip on him loosening as you wanted to taste his hole a bit more, maybe just his patience for your antics had ended— whatever it was, you were suddenly darted up and his huge hands lifted you, hooking you by the thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. You yelped, feeling his massive, throbbing and hard erection slammed against your still clothed core as he carried you towards the medical bay, the closest room available.

“Are you crazy?” You held on his shoulders for your life, trying not to slip from his ironclad grap. “In the infirmary? What if—”

“If you can eat my ass right in the front of shitty cook—” He slammed the door behind himself and threw you on the first surface available. Chopper’s papers, books and utensils rolled down on the floor. “—Then I can fuck you on doctor’s desk. And you better keep quiet, cause it gonna be rough.”

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Bas you know I couldn't wait for your kinktober event, I'd love to ask for Law this time, with a female s/o, my prompts are: 61, 66 or 49 (Law using the prompts except for 66) with spanking, teasing and dirty talking, s/o is a bratty sub! ILU

Yes, I know (my own fault for showing you prompts earlier, am I right? xD) and I feel extra sorry for being so late T^T I hope the long wait was worth it...

Character: Law Reader: female (cis) Word count: 965 CW: explicit N.SFW content, lingerie, spanking, dirty talking, brat taming, some pet names

Law’s inquisitive eyes were following every move of yours. His private cabin was even more chilly than the rest of the submarine, you felt goosebumps under the long satin robe you were wearing. Not that the robe was making a big difference: you had almost nothing underneath, besides his favorite lingerie. Black lace with golden accents, bra and panties highlighting your assets and covering what needed to be covered to invigorate imagination. And stockings, classic black stockings with a garter belt. Whenever you had them on, a barbaric animal was awakening in Law. Even now, having only a glimpse of your calf, made him lick his lips as he sat down on the bed to have a better view.

He was getting ready to sleep when you had entered the room. Already stripped from his hoodie, barefoot and without his famous hat, he made himself comfortable between pillows and ruffled his hair as you stood in front of him and let his gaze wander along your, yet, covered body. He beckoned you and spread his legs, showing you a place he prepared for you, but met your smirk as an answer. You only gaped the negligee, enough to show the thigh, but still covering the other leg and everything hip above.

“Dangerous game you’re playing, Y/N”. His eyes flashed with lust and warning. “Disobeying your captain like this?”

“I thought you said duties stay on the other side of the door,” you cooed, undaunted and playful. You let the slick robe slip from your shoulders, straps of bra and cleavages now visible as well. Law followed the movement with attention, a distinct bulge in his tight jeans growing.

“Lower it more and come here,” he ordered, his voice already throaty. He reached out his hand, ready to grab your hip and pull you closer, but you kept your distance. You had time and didn’t want to listen to him. At least not now. Patience though wasn’t Law’s biggest asset in bed, not when he was the one who had to wait and to ask. Tension and shadow lingering in his face made you sure he was going to snap soon. A bit too soon for what you hoped for…but you knew you were going to be satisfied nevertheless.

“Don’t test me, you brat.” He gave you the last warning. Whenever he switched from using your name you knew you were in trouble. A perfect moment to adjust your clothes and hide glimpses of your body from his sight.

The feeling of being inside the Room was hard to describe, both horrible and thrilling. One second you felt emptiness and inexistence, the other you were in his arms, stripped of the robe, now falling on the floor together with his belt he exchanged for your body. With one swift move he threw you on the bed and spread your legs; an eager, trembling tattooed hand fondled the lacy belt on your waist and moved down, along your tummy and panties.

“Already getting wet, huh?” He murmured, exploring your covered slit with those long fingers of his. He bent your leg in knee and rubbed his face right below it; you let a muffled, shivery sigh tickled by his soft sideburn. He locked his eyes with yours while nibbling down your thigh; his hot and wet lips explored your skin through a fine barrier of a stocking.

“Impatient and hungry, aren’t you, captain?” You teased, propping up on elbows for a better view.

Golden, clouded with lust orbs studied your smirk with impish irritation, “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

Law’s lanky arms carried surprising power: without a problem he grabbed you by hips and overturned you on your tummy. Before you had a chance to make yourself comfortable, he pinned you down and straddled your legs. Humming, Law kneaded your asscheeks, contentedly sinking fingers into plumper flesh. With one hand still caressing your booty, he moved your panties aside.

“I’m pretty sure those are the wrong lips you got, doctor.” You peeked at him above your shoulder and smirked. A sound of a sudden and harsh slap echoed through the room, followed by your surprised yelp.

“That’s better.” Law soothed your ass, caressing slapped place with the colder back of his hand. Temperature difference on irritated skin made you moan, the mattress muffling your sweet sounds. This time a bit gentler, he slapped your other cheek, once, twice, thrice. Skin against skin, the smacks were making obscene noises. The plumpness of your ass rippled under the sweet torture, accompanied by content hums Law made. His skilled fingers explored your slit, spreading your labia and sinking in soaking wetness. Two slid into you, slowly opening and teasing you, curling in an angle you loved so much, touching all the sweet, sensitive spots inside you. Sloshing sounds followed lazy yet calculated spanks, you mewled and wiggled hips, trying to get his fingers deeper into you.

“Patience.” Law pulled them out and served you another hard slap, below the booty, catching your upper thighs, its impact reaching even your pussy. You barely held a scream in your throat. “I know you want my cock, but you will have to sing for it nicely.”

“Make me,” you purred and rose hips in a bold provocation. Smile Law showed you sent shivers down your spine. You had a demon over your back, a hungry and sadistic one.

Grasping and spreading your cheeks so hard you almost squealed, he bent and nibbled your ear. His erection was pressed against your ass, you could feel its throbbing despite a barrier of jeans between you.

“I’ll make sure you will forget how human speech works,” he whispered, his voice heavy with lust. “Slutty brat.”

#law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece reader insert #one piece scenario #trafalgar law #sinful #not suitable #sinvember 2020 #female reader #bas writes

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*cracks knuckles* for kinktober, could I please request Law, with either 1, 9, or 13 (and him saying it). Possible kinks would be 16. dirty talking and 19. drunk sex. Preferably with a female reader. Thank you so much, I love your writing!

Thank you for requesting from me, Anon, it was a pleasure to write for Law once again (*♡∀♡) I hope you will enjoy!

Character: Law Reader: female (cis) Word count: 830 CW: explicit N.SFW content, drunk sex, oral sex (Reader receiving), dirty talking, implied unprotected sex

Law never was a type who would waste himself into an oblivion. You rarely saw him drinking more than a few shots; if anything he would rather sip slowly on a beer or wine observing a party going from a safe distance. Even if it was only the two of you, you could swear you never saw him drunk to the point he would lose control over himself.

And yet, here you were, opening another bottle of sake and sharing it, not caring about glasses or proper etiquette.

You were leaning against him and Law had one arm thrown over your shoulders. From time to time he was lazily stroking your hair or skin, once a while his cold hand was sneaking under your shirt to playfully tease your breast through the fabric of bra, sometimes his lips were finding yours and your tongues were tangling in a messy and drunk kiss, full of tangy yet sweetish taste of sake.

The last kiss was longing more than usual, Law held your bottom lip hostage and sucked on it, observing you from underneath half-closed lids. His eyes were clouded and distant; he was drunk, so were you, tip toeing on the thin line between sanity and forgetting yourselves in the hazes of liquor. You felt a bite, his teeth sank into your flesh, delicate itching pain pulling your closer to sobriety for a moment.

How did you even end here? You had vague memories of something being broken in the operating room, Penguin scolding you for being careless, of being dragged into repairing and sharing booze with the crew over an amendment. You still had the jumpsuit on, lowered to the waist and showing the undershirt. And for some reason you were all dirty, from the top of head to toes smeared with some kind of oily substance. Did you get soiled during the repair? You nudged Law to break the shameless, sloppy kiss and asked him.

“Hell, if I knew.” His voice was surprisingly calm for someone that drunk. “Does it matter now?”

“I am all dauby and sticky. You got something on you,” you somehow blabbered and wiped a greasy smear from his cheek. “This is disgusting.”

And, to accent the statement, you hiccupped.

“I really don’t care.” Law freed you of your undershirt and fondled your breasts. “You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”

He pulled your bra up and played with your nipples. You purred and arched, so glad to feel his skilled fingers in work. Encouraged by the sweet sounds of yours, Law was soon all over you. His lips were everywhere, licking, sucking and tasting whatever he could reach.

“Fuck, I need you,” he rasped out right into your ear when fighting with your pants. You tried to help, but your hips didn’t really want to listen to you in the drunken haze. Impatient, he simply teared them away: you heard a rip of fabric and soon your ass rested naked on the ice-cold floor. Law didn’t give you time to complain though, with a finger already sinking in your cunt, he dived into your breasts, sucking alternately on your nipples and rubbing face against your sensitive skin. It was both tickling and intoxicating, you couldn’t help but think of him eating you out like that, shamelessly, messily and so good.

Indeed, it didn’t take him long to move between your legs, spreading them open to gaze at your pussy, already glistening from your flowing juices, welcoming and needy. He lapped along your slit, inquisitive tongue slipping between the folds.

“Your cunt is sweet like a candy,” he hummed, content, and dived for more. Bringing the finger back to its place, Law sucked on your clit, rubbed it with the tip of his tongue, teased, played. Arching in pleasure, you grabbed him by the hair and guided him as you liked. He happily obliged, purring and moaning against your pussy, devouring everything you offered him.

You came against his lips, moaning so loud not only the whole submarine had to hear you, but the whole harbor as well. Law wiped his face up, the remains of your juices still glistening on his goatee, but before you could get an eyeful of this lewd view, he was already back over you, sucking on your neck and trying to get rid of his jeans at the same time.

“You want my cock, don’t ya?” He breathed out, rubbing his erection against your wetness. You barely came down from your high, the throbbing of his dick on your oversensitive slit almost sent you back to heavens. “You want me to screw you hard?”

You could only mewl in response, only wrap your arms around him, only lift your hips as he was taking you, with such force you knew you would be sore despite how wet you already were.

But you didn’t care about anything anymore—except for his cock.

#one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #law x reader #law imagine #trafalgar law imagine #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #sinful #not suitable #sinvember 2020 #female reader #bas writes

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Um... This thing gonna be kinky but I saw on the list you seem to be okay with it? anyway feel free to ignore it. Can we have Zoro with kinks 24, 1 and 50, prompts: 59 (Zoro saying), 8 (reader saying) and 14 (Zoro saying). Fem or gender neutral s/o please, and reader receiving. Thank you!

I’ve been teasing this one through whole Night of Spooks and Sins and I can finally reveal the kinky secrets I’ve been hiding in my drafts :3 Anon, thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to try something different (´ ε ` )♡

Character: Zoro Reader: female Word count: 1002 CW: explicit N.SFW content, spanking, anal sex, fisting

You could feel every single callous on Zoro’s big and warm hand, firmly pressed to your buttocks. He was slowly stroking them, from time to time grasping, but nothing too hard or too harsh, as if he was kneading a dough. You were laying down comfortably on his thick thighs, face down, prepped on elbows and your legs bent in knees. The bench he was sitting on was preventing your limbs from dandling helplessly as he was taking his time in admiring your curves.

Zoro was simply fascinated. He always had a thing for any softer place on your body, especially your boobs; intimacy or not, his hands were always wandering is a search of his favorite spots. But there was something different in the way he was looking at your booty, his admiration was twisting into possession, into unhealthy curiosity and addiction. It was a territory he wanted to claim his and his only; taboo thoughts lingering in his mind with every caress, with every touch left on your flesh. You had already tried anal sex before, you knew well what kind of power Zoro unleashed whenever he was taking you this way. Oh, it wasn’t roughness—quite contrary, he was never as gentle with you as he was exploring your other hole—but rather the way he behaved. Everything was like from another world, as if affectionate Zoro and kinky Zoro were creatures from different dimensions occupying one body.

He gave you a calculated spank, your skin rippled under the hit, your soft moan followed its sound and echoed around the training room. Zoro immediately soothed that little itch of pain with careful kneading, he massaged the irritated skin and hummed at the sight of his fingers sinking into the plumpness of your ass.

“Splendid,” he muttered and gave you another one, on the other cheek. You wiggled your booty in answer, encouraging him to land more of them, but he clearly had something else in mind than just spanking you. His fingers found their way between your buttocks and rubbed against your hole. Palpable twitch in his pants underneath you condemned his intent.

“Lube,” you reminded him, quite needlessly as he was already reaching for it. He poured some on your ass and took his time spreading it before eventually covering his fingers in an extra layer. Soon, he slid one into you, second soon after, slowly pumping them in and out of you, to stretch you and get you used to an unusual feeling. It was good, you honestly liked as he was exploring your ass like that, with his hand a bit trembling in excitation. You peeked over your shoulder to get a good look of his face. As expected, he was both enamored and focused, vivid blush spread all over his cheeks and ears, eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly parted, his broad chest heaving as he was breathing heavily.

“I wanna try something new,” he confessed, his throaty voice slightly trembling. “I wonder—”

“Yeah?”

“I wonder how much you can take.”

He carefully added a third finger. A bit taken aback, you jolted and gasped. Zoro immediately withdrew, soothed your hole with a calming massage.

“Did I hurt you?” There was concern in his words, but his eyes were wide open and gleaming, and a single drop of sweat was flowing down his forehead. A predator spotted his prey.

“Just didn’t expect that.” You relaxed and adjusted your position, raising hips slightly for a better angle. “Remember the safe word?”

He hummed in answer and poured more lube on his hand. Once again he started with a single finger, but didn’t lose time and soon all three were back in you. Moving in and out, he was slowly spreading them and stretching you. Now you could hear his breath, mixing with your soft and encouraging moans. It felt…different. Good, so full, despite being entered by fingers only, and thrilling. But different nevertheless.

You didn’t even realize when he added a fourth finger, struggling to fit them all, squeezing them together and pushing them in almost around knuckles. Your thoughts were slowly slipping, your mind was becoming dizzier and dizzier, full of Zoro only. Zoro’s fingers, Zoro’s pungent smell, Zoro’s heavy breath, Zoro’s throaty humms, just Zoro.

“Ah yes.” Your moans drowned out obscene sloshing. Zoro groaned, his pants were wet and stained with precum, so much of it as if he already finished. He poured more lube, almost the whole tube, draining his hand past wrist.

“Deep breath,” he warned you, withdrew hand a bit and curled all fingers together. Slowly, the whole thing was sliding into you. Inch by inch, stopping and struggling around knuckles, his fist entered you.

You released the air you were holding with a loud, satisfied moan.

“Wow.” Zoro’s voice was shaking and hoarse from lust. “I didn’t realize you were that…flexible. You took it so easily.”

You weren’t controlling your voice anymore, not when he started moving inside you. So full, so stretched, so taboo, so fucking good, Zoro, Zoro, Zoro, just Zoro. You moved your hips against his fist, with one hand scratching helplessly the wooden bench, with the other rubbing your clit. So good, so close, so close—

You came, screaming his name, and almost collapsed when the rapid high left you, juices flowing down your labia and thighs, dripping on his pants, the bench, the floor.

“More,” you begged, tears of pleasure falling from your eyes. You whined at sudden emptiness as he withdrew from your hole, but soon his name clogged your throat as his pants dropped, as you were forced on your fours, as his strong hands held your hips in place. Zoro rubbed his throbbing erection between your buttocks, his groans more and more resembling a demon more than a human.

“More,” you repeated. And he slammed his dick into your gaping and ready hole, so eager to please you, so needy of his own release.

For the first time, he truly was rough with your ass.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one pieace imagine #one piece scenario #sinful #not suitable #roronoa zoro #sinvember 2020 #female reader #bas writes

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Hello! I discovered you through my sister, and your works are great! I'd like to request Law, 3rd person. Law using the prompts: 10, 41, 96 and with choking, discipline, and overstimulation. With also a brattysub s/o. Thank you! Have a great day!

Hello! Pass my greetings to your sister, I hope you will both enjoy :)

Character: Law Reader: female Word count: 1004 (cis) CW: explicit N.SFW content, rough sex, choking, brat taming, overstimulation, mean dom Law

It was late at night and Law’s thoughts circled around bed, collapsing on it and around sleep, hard and deep, decent for the first time in days. He hated lookouts and hated being away from the submarine, even if you, exceptionally, were with him. You got stubborn and dragged yourself with him, despite protests (his) and whines (crew’s, finding it absolutely not fair that they have to stay behind while you were allowed to go).

No wonder his stress level was skyrocketing. Not only he was responsible for his own ass, but also for your safety.

It was the last day of the mini mission though and as everything had gone as he planned, he was looking to a nice and calm relax time. He had rented a room in a better hotel—as good as a notorious pirate like him could visit without starting a ruckus—and even dared to eat dinner together with you. There weren’t many people around anyway, most of them too busy with their own minds to pay attention to a couple in a discreet corner.

He barely touched his plate tho. Food wasn’t as bad as he expected but he was too tired to eat. He dreamed of sleep.

Your mind seemed to be away as well, your gaze absent as you dug in your plate or swirled beverage in a glass. Law paid little attention to you, patiently waiting for your sign to leave all of this behind and head to the bedroom, with little care for the world and even for a shower you both probably should take after running for the whole day around the town.

No wonder the feeling of your hand on his inner thigh surprised him.

Law’s gaze darted to your face and spotted, belatedly, a devilish smirk and mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

“We’re in public, you know,” he warned as your hand moved up and pressed against his crotch. His body, of course, had to betray him. His cock twitched under your ministrations, his blood boiled, his instincts kicked in, adrenaline was already flowing and fighting with tiredness. He no longer wanted to only collapse with you on the bed. He wanted to screw you so hard you would scream his name. And then collapse, in this order.

“So?” The bold timbre of your voice made the horny beast inside him growl. “Since when have you had a problem with that?”

Maybe if he had been less tired, he could ignore your provocations—or start a subtle game of testing each other’s boundaries. But his mind and body were screaming ‘sex’. You had him on your mercy and he loved it the same way as he hated it.

So you were going to learn your lesson.

He didn’t even open Room to scoop you, he offhandedly grabbed you like a sack of potatoes and threw you over his shoulder. Law didn’t try to be gentle, on his way to the room you must had hit something with head or hands at least a few times: he heard hisses and curses behind his back. But he didn’t care.

He didn’t give you time to undress. Once he threw you on the bed, he immediately pinned you down and pulled your bottoms away. As expected, you were wet. How long had you been planning it? He spread you open, buried fingers inside you, with sadistic satisfaction watched you gnawing on bottom lip, desperate to not break and spill moans as he was furiously fingering you.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teased. “Can’t you at least thank me nicely for doing what you wanted?”

You dared to dart tongue at him, devilish sparks still dancing in your irises. Sufficient answer for Law.

He pushed your legs wider apart and unzipped pants. He still wasn’t as hard as he wanted; that was good, he could torture you a bit more. With one hand still stretching you open, he roughly rubbed your clit—just to slap it as soon as first mewls echoed through the room.

“Shut up,” he commented your surprised yelp. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Still smirking at him—how dare you, you imp of a woman—you tried to wiggle out of his ruthless grasp. Impatient and tired of your games, he let go of your cunt, just to press it with his knee and hover over you, one hand on your throat this time, fingers clenching gently at first.

As a warning.

“You play dangerous games, you little brat,” he hummed, slowly tightening the grasp. You had problems with breathing at this point but the playful glim in your eyes was being slowly replaced by fire of lust.

Is this what you really wanted, Y/N?

Law pressed harder against your cunt, letting you rub against his knee shamelessly while, second after second, slowly cutting air from you. Your eyes—your beautiful eyes he loved so much, eyes he had been drowning in every time you were having sex—were swallowed by haze, your cheeks were hot, first tears were flowing down your face. You were shivering under him, choking and coming at the same time, the lewd and yet mesmerizing sight of which Law could never have enough.

You coughed as he let you breathe—but it wasn’t a long break. He attacked your clit anew, pressing hard against the oversensitive nub, with fingers this time, rubbing it with the whole frustration you left in him when breaking his boundaries. You arched, not ready for another wave of pleasure hitting you so hard. This time he let you moan. He wanted to hear you sing.

“You don’t need a lot to behave.” Law almost chuckled as he entered you with one, strong thrust, taking his sweet, sweet satisfaction from the way your face twitched as his size stretched you well. “But I will give you some extra lessons, for future reference.”

“Try it,” you hissed and screamed as he started moving. “Try it, you fucking bastard, I dare you!”

“Oh I will. I damn will.”

#one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law imagine #trafalgar law #sinful #not suitable #sinvember 2020 #female reader #bas writes

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Hello! I'd like X Drake with a female s/o, 2nd person, please. My prompts are 18, 32, and 11, with Drake using the prompt. The kinks are dirty talking, hair pulling, and overstimulation, with the reader being submissive. Thank you!

Whoa, whoa, whoa - writing dom!Drake was quite an experience and a little bit of a challenge, not going to lie here ;) But I always say I like a good challenge. And I also like Drake :3

Character: Drake Reader: female (cis) Word count: 917 CW: explicit n.sfw content, possessiveness, animalistic undertones, rough sex, dirty talking (reader is called a slut), hair pulling, overstimulation

Drake…wasn’t an especially jealous lover. Territorial and sometimes possessive? Yeah, it could happen, especially if touch starvation got him hard, the yearning for the warmth of your body, for the softness of your hands, for the smell of your hair. The longer you were apart, the less gentlemanly he was, cravings and animalistic instincts kicking aside his shyness, refinement and mannerliness.

But even so, he hardly ever behaved like that.

The moment you put your foot on the deck, you had his eyes all over you. And those weren’t eyes of your loving, gentle lover. Those were the eyes of a predator who sniffed an intruder on his hunting territory.

Yeah, you kind of knew you had it coming. You hadn’t suspected him to get that heated, but you couldn’t say you were completely innocent. If there was one thing Drake truly hated, then it was a foreign scent left on you. A scent of another man (for some reason, he never reacted to the scent of a woman, maybe he couldn’t tell it apart from your perfumes and cosmetics, maybe a thought of two women possibly engaging into a relationship never crossed his mind). It was like a hot needle stung into his flesh and pride, driving him crazy and opening the gate for the most animalistic instincts.

All you had needed was to let the man who had tried to flirt with you touch your shoulders. Nothing more, nothing less, just a smear of his hand on your skin, contact shorter than a blink. But longer than a century for someone with a nose of a Zoan.

You could get away with it. Drake would never even think of doing something against your will. One frown of eyebrows and he would step aside, still riled up and sulking, but loving you too much to cause you discomfort. But as he came closer and swept fingers along your hair, you glared at him, boldly and challenging. The consent had been given. The beast could roar.

“You’re in trouble now.” The way he was looking down at you almost made your legs tremble under you. “In a big, big trouble.”

You couldn’t remember last time he kissed you with such passion. He almost threw you on the bed and pressed you down with this impossibly huge and muscular body of his. Teeth and fingers alike grazed your skin as he was virtually tearing your clothes apart; his erection trapped in tight, leather pants was rubbing against your inner thigh.

Hunger, lust, jealousy, passion.

When he freed your breasts and fondled them, grasping them roughly, your throat clenched on his name.

“Craving a dick this much, huh?” He was rubbing your nipples in a sweet, sweet rough torture, his hot lips kissed and sucked sensitive skin of your neck, his heated, heavy breath tickled your ear. “Wanting me to fuck you this badly?”

You were already damp when he slid two fingers into you, their thickness delectably uncomfortable, the sudden feeling of stretching pooling the lust inside you. He wasn’t even trying to be gentle, he wanted to take you, here and now, just bury his cock inside you and screw you into the mattress until the foreign smell would disappear, fading into your mewls and screams. Pumping his fingers into you, he rubbed your clit with a thumb and tasted the intoxicating softness on your breast, sucking on the nipple, playing with it with the tip of his tongue, grazing it with his sharp, half-dino teeth.

Your first orgasm came fast. He licked your juices from his fingers and watched you coming down from your high. Not too long though. You barely caught your breath when he flipped you and straddled your thighs. His cock was throbbing so much he didn’t need to free it for you to feel. His hardness pressed against your booty was enough to make your mind blank again.

“You’re such an insatiable slut today.” He grasped a fist full of your hair and yanked your head back as he eventually slammed into you, the thickness of his dick spreading you oh so good, so well, so obscenely. His thrusts were wild, deep and chaotic, the pace of his hips sending you to heavens with each move. Drake was big, but he knew how to use this huge machine of his. And he knew your cunt more than you expected. His aim was truly godlike, if he was in a trance like this.

“Fuck.” His voice was throaty, low, beast like. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking good, Y/N.”

With each curse he was pulling your hair harder, each yank sending electric shivers down your spine. Pushing your hips down, he was mercilessly holding them in place and burying himself inside you, hitting your lustful point time by time. You still didn’t collect yourself from the previous orgasm when he made you cum again.

Your eyes were full of tears, your lips full of his name. You barely could think. And he was far from enough.

He flipped you once more to face you again, his eyes wild and fogged with lust. He bent your legs and rested them on his chest. Now his thrusts were even deeper, even fiercer, even rougher.

The third time you came, he was muffling your cries with a powerful kiss. All the time he was clenching on your hair. As if you could disappear from his arms. As if you could even think of it.

#one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #drake x reader #x drake imagine #x drake x reader #drake imagine #x drake #sinful #not suitable #sinvember 2020 #female reader #bas writes

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bas-writes · 4 years

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Hewwo Bas! Im sure you're surprised to see me here (or not), I will use my freepass for this one! I would like to ask for Cora (so much surprise in this ask) with fem s/o, at the 2nd person! My prompts are 87, 37 and 50 with cock warning, creampie and femdom ! This man need both, some discipline and love 😏

I’m glad you used the freepass, cause a sinning event without you wouldn’t be the same ;) I decided to turn it into a loose continuation of the Summer Feast request I did for you (for anyone interested, link is going to be in the reblog, as tumblr cuts visibility of posts with links), let’s let the Corazon Extended Fanfiction Universe bloom (⌒▽⌒)♡

Since it’s the first request in the event batch, I’ll quickly explain what happened here. Due to personal complications, I had to take a huge break during two big events. I decided to move Kinktober to November and turn into a new event, Sinvember. I will do my best to post at least one request a day~

Character: Rosinante Reader: female Word count: 948 CW: explicit NSFW content, unprotected sex, cock warming, slight femdom, size difference

“Were you touching yourself?”

Rosinante jolted at your voice and almost rolled from the sofa he was lying on. Face down, booty up, hands in his pants and face all red, as if he was a little kid caught on stealing candies from the jar.

“Don’t even joke,” he huffed and, after a long groan of discomfort, took the hands out to lift himself up and sit. “Was putting the ointment on.”

“Still in pain?” You cooed and caressed his cheek. Rosi gladly leaned towards your fingers, he loved all the loving touches you were leaving all over his body. “It’s already been a week.”

“Well, at least I can sit now.”

“Want me to kiss it better?”

He chuckled, “Is Law even asleep?”

You pushed him gently—but firmly—against the back and made your way on his lap. Rosinante hummed and let you climb on him, observing every move of yours with his eyes half-closed. He reached to support your hips, but you pushed his hands out of the way, at the same time pressing yourself against his slowly yet noticeably growing length.

“Asleep and locked in his room,” you assured and pecked his bottom lip, stealing the fading taste of his favorite black coffee. “He won’t interrupt us.”

As your lips moved along his jaw and side of his neck, your fingers moved his already unbuttoned shirt out of the way. Rosinante’s broad, scarred chest was right in front of your face as you lowered yourself again to sit comfortably. The height difference was making it almost impossible to reach his face now, but you had a different plan. You gently scratched your favorite scar across his pecs, barely scraping its sensitive surface with your nails. Rosinante let out a muffled, low groan and relaxed against the back, his hips involuntary bucking up to meet yours, accepting the rhythm you imposed.

“Y/N...” His voice was rasped and a bit shaky. Once again he tried to grab you, this time earning a warning slap on the wrist.

“No, honey.” You gave him a smile. “Tonight I’m in charge. And I shall take care of you.”

You freed his impressive erection and gave it a few calculated pumps. It was already leaking precum; if you didn’t take it out, Rosi’s pants would definitely get stained. He was breathing heavily through nose as you were caressing his cock, from time to time bucking his hips. Wetness covered your fingers, you gave them a curious lick, peeking at Rosi’s reaction. Red blush was covering his cheeks and desire clouded his eyes, but his gaze was plastered to you, no gesture, no move of yours could escape his attention.

“So sweet,” you complimented him and, holding his cock firmly in place, rose your hips and rolled your skirt up. You had no panties on; Rosinante’s mouth went agape at the sight of your exposed pussy, dropping wet and ready for him.

“Y/N, you—” His voice was shaky and throaty, he licked his lips and shifted underneath you, in an attempt of stopping you. You put your hand over his mouth and decisively pushed him against the back of the sofa once again.

“Behave.” You smirked and rubbed the tip of his cock against your wet slit. Skirt, abandoned, was getting a bit in a way, but you somehow managed to slide him inside. Slowly, carefully, you took him whole, not without some struggle and discomfort. You might have prepared yourself for him, but his enormous size was never easy to take.

Once fully sheathed inside you, Rosi moaned against your hand, the muffling making his throaty noise even more erotic. You rocked your hips a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position and adjust to stretching—and eventually settled yourself and leaned against his chest.

“My big boy,” you murmured and sighed, warm pleasure stretching you so wide and so good. “Will you be good and not move?”

He nodded, throbbing of his cock inside you and bobbing of his chest being the only movements. You wrapped your arms around him as much as you could and nuzzled up to him, your heavy breaths soon followed by his and his groans and moans once you released his lips free. You rocked together slowly, sunken into each other, holding on yourselves as if your life was depending on it. Rosinante gave himself up to you completely, every sound of his was a prayer in your name, every careful touch of his scarred fingers a praise of your beauty, every heartbeat proof of his love. Despite remaining almost motionless, the warmth and tension was pooling inside of you more and more—and you knew Rosi was close as well, his ragged breath was the best proof you could get. Sinking nails into his sides, you unhurriedly came, gentle waves of orgasm radiating along your abdomen and legs as you rode it out, rocking hips for the first time in a while, in a rhythm of your spasm of pleasure.

“Y/N—” Rosi didn’t say anything else, the warmth of his seed spilled inside you. Wanting to savor as much as you could, you didn’t let him go, clinging on him desperately.

“Oh Rosi,” you murmured after you finally let him pull out, his cum leaking outside you and staining your thighs when you rolled on the sofa. “You made such a mess.”

“Sorry.” He kissed the top of your head—but there was no apology in his voice. “Want me to clean it or…should I get punished for such mistreatment?”

You glanced at his angelic face, playful sparks gleamed in his eyes underneath the messy bangs.

Well.

You still had plenty of time until morning.

#corazon x reader #rocinante x reader #donquixote rocinante x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece reader insert #donquixote rocinante #sinvember 2020 #sinful #not suitable #female reader #bas writes

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bas-writes · 4 years

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I’d like to request Usopp with a female s/o, 2nd (she/her) person. My prompts are: 11, 38, 6, s/o using the prompt and with begging, bondage and pegging. With a dominant Reader.

Alright, I think I already said it around the previous sheer femdom sinvember piece, but I’m really not that experienced with dominant reader (ง ื▿ ื)ว But I did my best, I hope you will enjoy!

Character: Usopp Reader: female (cis) Word count: 820 CW: explicit NSFW content, femdom, pegging, bondage, begging, dirty talking

As always, in the beginning he had a tad of problems with tension.

Usopp was a good lover, eager to follow your lead, adoring to please you, praising you with every breath taken and every moan spilled—but whenever you were up for some dirty fun, you had to get him out of the shell first. This time wasn’t an exception, you had to work with him (taking your sweet, sweet time with teasing him into oblivion) before he had eventually surrendered and had let you drag him to the bedroom. The views he offered were worth every effort though.

He was truly beautiful like this. With arms tied above head, legs spread and bent in knees, red ropes contrasting with his dark skin and splendid muscles, his fluffy long hair spilled on the pillows and resembling a halo, his full lips parted and begging to be kissed. You slowly ran your hand along knots tied on his chest, grazing nails against his hard pecs and abs. He shivered, weak moans—like a melody—echoed through your shared bedroom.

“Y/N,” he pleaded whispering.

You were sheathed in him, holding him by hips and resting him on your thighs while sitting on your heels and just enjoying the view. His chest was heaving, his cock—pulsing and throbbing, droplets of precum shedding down the shaft in a silent plea for release. From time to time, impatient as he could be, he was bucking his hips, looking forward to your reaction, any reaction. No, it was too early for you to move. He didn’t convince you…yet.

You held him harder, nails digging into skin so much he almost hissed, his eyes rolling in masochistic pleasure.

“Please,” he almost mewled. “I can’t take it anymore like this.”

“You can.” You slowly ran your finger along his cock, a touch so gentle it was driving him crazy. You licked it clean, sucking a bit on the tip, making sure he was keeping eye contact with you while you were doing so. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed...he damn enjoyed the view. You knew he wished it was his cock in your lips instead of a finger.

“Oh, Usopp, we barely started. You’re not enjoying your fun? Should I stop?”

“No!” He shook his lead, black curls spilling and flowing even more. “Don’t stop! Please!”

“Good boy.” As his reward you moved your hips a bit; with the right angle the dildo was buried in his ass you knew you had to rub against a good spot. Usopp’s hips jerked up, you were barely able to hold him in place.

“Needy boy.” You added, frowning in faked disappointment. “Do you want me to fuck you that badly?”

“Yes! Yes, please!”

You bent over him and playfully bit his neck, your hips rolling, so slowly, too slowly, deliberately going deep but without the powerful friction he craved. His cock was helplessly throbbing, pressed between you and his torso. You more rocked than fucked him, sadistic in your tenderness, cruel in your love. His muscles tensed under ties. You knew how badly he wanted to hold you close, he loved wrapping his arms around you as you were pegging him. All Usopp could do now was clenching fists and pushing against ropes. He was on your mercy.

“Do you like when I’m taking you?” You whispered against his lips. “Do you like being fucked like a little bitch?”

“Yes! Yes, ma’am!” You loved when he was like this, a mess underneath you, a servant existing only to please you, admiration beaming from his doe-like eyes.

“Do you like a cock up your ass?”

“I love! I love it ma’am!”

You picked up the pace, releasing his hips to take a good grasp on his muscular shoulder, scratching his skin as you were fucking him into the mattress, showing him mercy he paid for with his dedication.

“Please—” Moan escaped his lips mid-sentence, he crooked his neck in a fight for breath, waves of pleasure blocking his expression. “Please, ma’am, harder!”

You nipped his lips, your favorite lips, so sweet and kissable; blowed air on them, asked, allowed, teased. But Usopp was so caught in thoughts, clenching on the role you chose for him, he didn’t even realize what you wanted.

“Harder! Please!”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

His eyes sprung wide open, he shivered once realising how close you were. And, after a moment of hesitation running as a shadow along his face, he lifted his head as much as he could to meet your lips.

For such a submissive man, his kisses were always more aggressive and intoxicating than one could expect. You loved it. You adored that little tad of a brat still lingering in him. A brat you could tame and break.

“Such a good boy.” You bit his lips, hard, and started fucking him so hard his thoughts drowned in moans.

#one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #usopp x reader #usopp imagine #god usopp #sinful #not suitable #sinvember 2020 #female reader #bas writes

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Hello bas! Could I have yamato with a fem s/o, 2nd person, with prompts 21, 38, 35, Yamato using these, and I'm going to be vanilla for kinks.

Yes! A request for the bestest boy, here we go!

Character: Yamato Reader: female (cis) Word count: 812 CW: reader is implied to come from Wano, explicit N.SFW content, fingering A/N: following manga, I use he/him and masculine terms regarding Yamato

There was one huge drawback of having a boyfriend that huge. If Yamato wanted to take you somewhere, he was simply picking you up and carrying wherever his crazy mind led him. Your opinion had close to none meaning; he could listen to your complaints later, but now something else was bothering him. He had no time to think twice. Years of running away and hiding from father and his minions taught him to act before doubts would make him lose valuable seconds.

You learned to not protest when one of those rapid thoughts hit him, but still being suddenly picked up like a kitten, thrown over a shoulder and carried somewhere into the darkness wasn’t especially thrilling. You held on his neck for your dear life and hoped no one saw how far your kimono went up as he was dashing through the corridors of the castle. You expected a peaceful night, some cuddles and maybe a spicier making out, if both of you were in mood, not another crazy run from only protective spirits know who. Eventually, you landed in one of favorite hiding spots, near the arsenal. You could hear muffled voices of Kaido’s pirates, but couldn’t see anything. The only source of light was a little window: and the stars were too bland to provide you some help.

“Why here?” You tried to make yourself comfortable in the tight space as he put you on his lap. The room wasn’t big on its own and his huge body stashed inside made it even more claustrophobic. “Are we going to spy on someone?”

The reason why Yamato loved this spot so much was simple: the specific construction enabled to listen to anyone in surrounding rooms but almost completely blocked sounds from the inside. Whenever he wanted to know what Kaido’s troops were up to, Yamato was taking his time to listen to their discussions in the arsenal. Indeed, some pirates were inside, but you couldn’t recognize any of the voices that Yamato claimed as the ‘worth attention’ ones.

Yamato pulled you closer to his torso, back of your head resting on his chest, and snuck a hand between your legs, spreading them and pulling your kimono up. And you barely adjusted it back…

“Hey.” You slapped his wrist. “What are you doing?”

“A challenge.” Mischievous gleam went through his eyes as you were frowning at him. “First one to make a noise loses.”

“What do you mean—” Another movement of his hand cut your words short and you had to muffle sounds with a sleeve. He was under your robe again, touching your underwear and, as you didn’t say no, moving it aside to explore your slit.

“Maybe you would warn me about your plans?” You hissed, but not really angry at him. This little game of his found your liking. He was adorable like this, a cute rascal of yours. Forever boy, as if he was desperately catching up on lost years with you.

“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He nibbled on your ear, matching the rhythm of his fingers. “No fun.”

“Fine.” You wiggled your hips to get a better sit. “Let it be. So, what should I do to you?”

“Figure out something. Game is on.”

He might have carried a club, but his hands were surprisingly soft and tender, not a single callus or scar left on them, even the steel handcuffs not leaving much of damage to his skin. And you had to admit it, his fingers were really skilled for such a reckless dumbass. He knew your cunt well and knew where you liked to be touched.

Before he slid a finger in, you were already dripping wet.

“It’s not fair,” you whined and arched to help him push a second finger in. “I can’t reach anything.”

“Your problem.” He grinned and kissed you. As always, it was messy and full of playful bites. “And you lost already anyway, you keep talking all the time.”

With thumb rubbing your clit, he was pumping you towards the release, his long and thick fingers stretching you well, without a problem reaching the point that was driving you insane. Your heavy breath soon turned into moans; you guided his other hands to play with your breasts—and he happily obeyed, always eager to caress your soft orbs. He had a good rhythm: one squeeze for one push, one rub for a nipple for one curl of fingers inside you to tick your favorite nooks and corners.

It was warm and tender, and so sweet when he was sipping the sounds of pleasure from your lips as you found your release.

“My turn now.” You pushed him down on the floor and got your hands under his robe. You didn’t even take time to fully catch your breath. “You will pay me for your games.”

#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece reader insert #yamato x reader #yamato #sinful #not suitable #sinvember 2020 #opspoilers #female reader #bas writes

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bas-writes · 4 years

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*sweats* uuuu I feel so bad for asking and being predictable, but can I have my October dose of Hawkins? Female s/o in third person, with the prompts 31, 29, 38? Hickeys on Hawkins, the other prompts could be on either whichever that works best when writing? with reader in a slightly forward/active part if possible? Thanks, and if this is totally uninspiring, please feel free to skip! thanks! -- Eru ;;

A whole month too late - but November dose of Hawkins is as good as October one... Or at least hope so (￣▽￣*)ゞ

Character: Hawkins Reader: female Word count: 809 CW: explicit N.SFW content, handjob, marking (hickeys) A/N: I don't write in 3rd person anymore, but I left it here, since it suited vibe better

Her hands on his shoulders put him off his thoughts. At first, Hawkins tensed, not used to being approached so casually, not so comfortable with being touched. But familiar, warm fingers were patient and stubborn, they explored the tired and taut knots along his back, shoulders and neck. He let out a shaky sigh and slowly relaxed, slumping against the back of the chair. As she was standing right behind him, the back of his head rested against her bosom. She either wasn’t wearing anything or just a very thin shirt—he could perfectly feel her bra, even despite the thick layer of his hair between the two of them. He knew that bra way too well. It wasn’t a piece of undergarments she would wear for everyday.

“What’s on your mind?” He simply asked, never keen on subtleties and games.

“The cards haven’t told you?” She teased and placed a kiss on top of his head. Her lips, as soft as hot, tickled his scalp and Hawkins had to admit he liked this feeling.

“If I asked them about every single trivial thing, I’d never put the deck away.”

He could feel her smirking, “Oh? So am I a trivial thing for you?”

“I haven’t said that.”

He turned so he could see her better. Impish sparkles in her eyes were speaking for themselves and Hawkins understood them more clearly than any word she could say instead. He exhaled loudly through nose and, resigned, leaned the chair back, not too far away but enough for her to slip on his lap. Now he could have a good look on her and his body reactions betrayed him, his burning cheeks faster than twitch a twitch in pants for a mere few seconds. He was right, she barely had anything on her. Fine, almost transparent shirt did a great job on exposing her bra. And said bra right now was in a perfect display, right in front of his face.

She didn’t lose time, as always when they were getting intimate. Moments when Hawkins was in mood were rare and too easy to shy away. She swiftly unbuckled his pants and took his growing erection in one hand. In the other she was holding a little bottle of lotion; this one Hawkins also knew well. Heavy yet erotic and pleasant scent filled the room as she poured some on the tip of his cock. Hawkins bit the bottom lip to soothe the hiss: the lotion wasn’t as cold as it could be, but still not warmed enough for his taste.

“Sorry,” she murmured and started moving her hand, up and down, in a calm yet steady rhythm. Her gentle fingers and elegant moves of skilled wrist were a sight he could kill for—yet, he couldn’t help but tilt his head back and close his eyes.

It’s…been a while. While way too long to resist the urges of the body. Hawkins let out a relaxed moan, the precum stained her fingers even though she barely touched him.

Her other hand was unhurriedly exploring his neck. He could feel her nails grazing his skin along the line of trachea and, soon after, her hot breath lingering over his Adam’s apple. She definitely was taking her time with him, playing with him like with a kitten, teasing and asking and trying. Yet, the grasp on his cock was firm and steady. She knew what she was doing. And she knew what he liked.

He expected her lips to finally meet his skin. She liked it and liked to pepper it with kisses—and sometimes, if he was the one more dominating, she wasn’t too shy to bite him as well. But still, Hawkins' body almost jolted in shock when she sealed them around his sensitive spot and started sucking. She stopped, feeling the tension underneath her, but didn’t withdraw.

“You can continue,” he assured her, his voice a bit shaky—too shaky for his liking—and he didn’t need to wait long for her answer. It was…weird. In a pleasant way but still weird; wet suction causing little itchy needles to sting his gentle skin, just to be soon soothed by her skilled tongue. And there was a rhythm in that, as he could tell, rhythm matching the moves of her hand over his cock and the other, gliding through his hair. As usually calm and motionless, he couldn’t help himself but buck hips towards her. She released his skin and licked the fresh hickey. Obviously, he couldn’t see her. But he could feel her lips curving into a grin.

“What’s gotten into you?” Their eyes met and by her gaze Hawkins knew this is not the first new thing he would see tonight. “I would never guess you’re into such kind of games.”

“Don’t kink shame me,” she said before claiming his lips hers.

#hawkins x reader #basil hawkins x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece reader insert #basil hawkins #sinful #not suitable #sinvember 2020 #female reader #bas writes

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