Second Acc!

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji x Deaf!Reader- “Silent tunes, played by you” pt. 1,2 & 3.

Sanji x Fem!Reader/Zoro x Fem!Reader—“Finders Keepers” NSFW

SugarDaddy!Sanji x Fem!Reader—“SUGAR N’ SPICE” NSFW

SugarDaddy!Sanji x Fem!Reader—“SUGAR N’ SPICE” pt.2 NSFW

Sanji x Stripper!Reader—“PRIVATE DANCES”

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro x fem!Reader- “not that kind of guy” [oneshot]

Zoro x fem!Reader- “Drifting between islands” [Slow-burn mini-series]

[ bf!Zoro hcs ] NSFW

Zoro x fem!Reader- “Unspoken Agreements” NSFW [Friends w benefits, Jealousy]

Zoro x fem!Reader/Sanji x fem!Reader—“Finders Keepers” NSFW

Cowboy!Zoro x fem!Reader—“Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy”NSFW

Trafalgar D. Law

Plug! Law x fem!Reader- “pink clouds” NSFW

Plug! Law x fem!Reader pt.2 NSFW

Plug! Law x fem!Reader pt.3 NSFW

Plug! Law x fem!Reader pt.4 NSFW

Plug! Law x fem!Reader pt.5 NSFW

Plug! Law x fem!Reader pt.6 NSFW

Plug! Law x fem!Reader pt.7 NSFW

StreetRacer!Law x reader—“FULL THROTTLE” SFW

Rockstar!Law x Vocalist!Reader- “Tattooed—on Sheet Music.” NSFW

Tattoo Artist!Law x fem!Reader—“Needles & Nerve”. NSFW

ModernAU!Law x Fem!Reader angst—“Vital Signs”. SFW

Upcoming workst

Portgas D. ACE

Perv!Ace x fem!Reader—Burning secrets NSFW

Ace x fem!Reader—“Burn me Better” NSFW

Boxer!Ace x fem!Reader—“ROUND ONE” NSFW

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Coming soon

Eustas Kid

Coming soon

God Usopp

Coming soon

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Gojo Satoru

Coming soon

Yuji Itadori

Coming soon

Sukuna

Coming soon

Nanami

Coming soon

Choso

Coming soon

Toji Fushiguro

BabyDaddy!Toji

Megumi Fushiguro

Coming soon

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍

Levi Ackerman

Levi x Fem!Reader—“If we were anyone else” NSFW

Eren Yeager

Coming soon

Reiner Braun

Coming soon

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Request Rules

I don’t write extreme heavy kinks, incest, or anything non-con/dub-con [no shame at all to writers that do, but I just don’t feel comfortable writing that!].

No pedophilia, underage, or extreme gore. [I don’t want minors reading my stuff—why would I write about them?!😅]

Light romance, fluff, angst, smut, and hurt/comfort are totally fine!

The camera's been rolling for a good minute, you'd count the time if you were able to count how many orgasms y'all passed by now--three maybe four. The pink lights of the room radiating your skin for the camera, Zoro had you laid back on the bed legs up, skirt up, and panties tugged to the side flashing that pretty pussy for the cam. the camera itself of course resting on a lower surface compared to the bedframe to hide your faces but anyone that knew y'all fr could recognize one of two things: your voice moaning ever few seconds--even slipping his name out, or maybe the green happy trail or pubic hair that screams roronoa. His fingers slide in easily, two at once, curling deep and stroking that spot that makes your toes curl. You moan, arching into his touch, hips rocking as pleasure builds, the chat exploding with praise and another tip. "Mmphh, ‘Zo—“"Shhh baby i know" Everytime you nearly slip up again he's there to shush you over 'n over, Even if his name is your favorite word before cumming he can't have people knowing who y'all are.

The comments never stop rolling even during position switches and now you're bent over with zoro's cock in your mouth. The comments scroll—'She's so eager,' 'Deeper, girl'—and a small tip chimes, making you hum around him softly. Zoro's hips shift, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, your throat relaxing to meet him. You gag softly once, eyes watering, but pull back with a gasp, lips shiny with that whiny voice the chat can't get over. "Softer baby...'it's too big"

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now, you're back on the bed laying tummy up, legs folded moaning like a bitch from overstimulation feeling his thumb rub on your clit while he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. The donation pings in the background going crazy as Zoro mentioned this orgasm being the last one for the night before pushing you back against the sheets. your vision was blurring with stars as you watched his dick disappear inside your pussy with every stroke, feeling him hit your cervix like it was meant to be there 24/7. Finally you came & it was messy, the post-sex bliss full of laughs and Thank You's to the donations and new subs before ending the stream to clean up. - Across town Sanji was in disbelief, and in a mess himself. "Shit....where's the towel?" He couldn't believe what he saw, one of his best friends doing all that on camera. And he couldn't believe that he himself watched through it, stroking his cock till he felt like he was in the room with them. it was time to call it a night while he was stuck in the shock, but before that he had to use that cursor to click on one more thing. NEW SUB ALERT: BleuChef114 has gifted 100 subs!

Your room smelled like strawberries, lip gloss, and just a hint of weed—and Law fucking loved it.

He leaned against the doorframe, black hoodie hanging loose off his shoulders, hands deep in the pockets of his sweats as he watched you bounce back onto your bed, pink LED lights casting everything in a cotton-candy glow.

“You always look this good when you get high?” he asked, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

You giggled, already a little floaty from the first hit. “Only when I’m testing your shit.”

He crossed the room in a few steps, sliding the branded ziplock bag back into his backpack before flicking his lighter. The flame sparked as he lit the blunt you’d already rolled with shaking fingers. You inhaled deeply, the strain hitting warm and heavy behind your eyes, and you flopped back into your bed with a soft groan.

“This one’s good,” you murmured. “Feels like I’m melting.”

Law’s golden gaze swept over your body—bare legs, short shorts, your baby pink tank top riding up just enough to show a peek of tummy. He grinned, slow and wolfish. “That’s the idea.”

You didn’t even notice him kneeling on the bed until his palms were spreading over your thighs, warm, big, inked fingers gripping your soft skin like it belonged to him. Your head fell back against the pillows, breath hitching.

“You high?” he asked, voice low and thick.

You nodded.

“Good. I want you floatin’ while I play with this pretty pussy.”

Your eyes fluttered open. “Law—”

He shut you up with a kiss, deep and slow, tongue sliding into your mouth while his fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts. You weren’t wearing panties, almost like you were expecting this. He grunted when he felt how wet you already were.

“Shit, you always get this wet when I’m around?” he teased, dipping one thick finger between your folds.

“Only for you,” you breathed, hips twitching.

That earned you a wicked grin. “That’s ‘cause you know I treat this pussy better than your bum-ass boyfriend ever could.”

As if on cue, your phone buzzed on the nightstand—3 texts from “No Good [boyfriend/name]”. Law saw it. He didn’t care. Instead, he sank two fingers into your cunt, knuckles deep, curling up just right.

“Oh my—f-fuck,” you whined, legs already trembling.

“That’s right. Let him text. I got my fingers in his girl’s pussy while she soaks my hand, ‘makes you my girl now don’t it?.” His lips brushed your jaw, then your neck, biting softly. “He ever make you cum like this?”

You couldn’t answer. Your back was arching, thighs clamping around his wrist as he picked up the pace, thumb finding your clit with practiced pressure.

“Law—!”

“Say my name when you cum. Not his. Mine.”

It didn’t take long. You came hard, gasping his name, fingers twisted in your bedsheets, your whole body twitching. Law didn’t stop. He just slid down, kissed your thigh, then licked a slow stripe up your pussy like he had all night.

“Mm. I’m not done,” he murmured against you, voice muffled by your thighs. “Told you—you’re my favorite customer. I always take care of what’s mine.”

Your thighs were still twitching when Law kissed his way back up your stomach, slow and unbothered like he hadn’t just made you cum so hard your vision blurred. His hoodie hung over your body like a blanket, the scent of weed and him wrapping around you warm and sticky.

“You good?” he asked, though his lips were already brushing your jaw.

You nodded, dazed and breathless. “Still high.”

He smirked, licking his lips. “Good. ‘Cause I’m far from done with you, baby.”

His hands—those tattooed, ring-clad hands—were everywhere. Squeezing your hips, stroking your sides, slipping under your pink top just to palm your tits lazily, thumbs flicking your nipples. The contrast of his calloused fingers on your soft, sensitive skin had you moaning again, brain fuzzy.

Then he sat up and dragged you with him, settling you on his thigh.

“Grind on me.”

You blinked, lips parted. “What?”

He cupped your face with one hand, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “I said,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “grind on my fuckin’ thigh, princess.”

You were already soaked—your pussy leaving slick heat against his sweats. He flexed his thigh, the muscle firm under you, and your hips moved on instinct. The pressure made you gasp.

“Atta girl,” he muttered. “Take what you need. Don’t think. Just feel.”

You whimpered as you rocked against him, your bare pussy dragging against the fabric, your clit rubbing just right. He kept a hand on your lower back, guiding you, his other one gripping your jaw to keep you looking at him.

“You like riding my thigh more than his dick, huh?” he growled. “Bet that weak-ass motherfucker never made you cum like this.”

You nodded fast, breath catching. “Only you,” you moaned, hips moving faster, desperate and messy. “Only you, Law—fuck—”

His thigh flexed again, making you cry out. He looked high off your sounds, high off you, eyes dark and burning under the glow of your bedroom lights.

“Such a needy little thing,” he purred. “All this pink, all this pretty—you were made to be my girl. Made to be my pillow princess. Let me fuckin’ spoil you.”

Your orgasm snuck up on you—sharp and overwhelming. You clung to his hoodie, forehead pressing against his neck as your whole body trembled, riding out the waves.

Law didn’t move. Just held you there, kissing your shoulder, whispering in your ear.

“You think he could ever do this for you? Keep dreamin’, baby.”

Then your phone buzzed again—another message from your boyfriend. Law grabbed it, glanced at the screen, and chuckled.

“He wants to ‘talk things out’? Nah. Not tonight.”

He tossed the phone aside, then flipped you onto your back again.

“I’m not lettin’ you go till you forget his name.”

Your body was spent, wrecked in the prettiest way—thighs shaking, lips swollen, skin sticky with sweat and slick. You were still wearing that tiny pink top, tits peeking out as Law hovered over you, hoodie long gone, chest tattoo on full display under your soft lighting.

He’d already made you cum twice, and he looked like he was just getting started.

“Face down,” he growled, grabbing your hips. “Ass up. I wanna see how sloppy this pussy’s gotten.”

You moved without thinking, too fucked-out to be shy. Your cheek hit the pillow as you arched for him, moaning when he grabbed a fistful of your ass and spread you open.

“Goddamn,” he muttered. “Look at this. So wet for me.”

You gasped when he rubbed the thick head of his cock between your folds, teasing your entrance—slow, so you could feel all of it. Then he pushed in, inch by inch, burying himself to the hilt.

You nearly screamed. “L-Law—fuck!”

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, hands gripping your hips so tight you’d have bruises. “You feel that? That’s what a real man feels like.”

He pulled back, then slammed into you, hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs.

“You let him fuck you with that weak-ass dick?” Another thrust. “That sorry little boy who thinks he owns you?” Another, deeper now, dragging a broken sob from your throat.

“N-No,” you whimpered. “He never—fuck, Law—he never fucked me like this.”

“Damn right he didn’t.”

 He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up just enough so you could speak.

“Grab your phone.”

“What—?”

“You heard me. Text that sorry motherfucker and tell him it’s over. Now.”

Shaking, you reached for the phone. Fingers trembling, you opened your messages and typed with one hand, the other bracing you as Law kept fucking into you, cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you.

“We’re done. Don’t text me again.”

You hit send. Law grabbed the phone from your hand, smirking.

Then he angled the camera—snapping a shot of you from behind, face buried in the pillow, drool at the corner of your mouth, ass in the air, his thick cock splitting you open.

He sent it without hesitation.

“She’s mine now. Stay the fuck outta her life.”

Then he tossed the phone aside and grabbed your throat, not hard—just enough to make your pussy clench around him.

“You feel that?” he growled in your ear. “That’s what being owned feels like. Not that weak shit he had you under”

You shattered on his cock, crying out his name like it was the only word you knew. He followed right after, slamming into you with a guttural moan as he filled you up, cock twitching deep inside.

When it was over, he stayed there for a moment, chest to your back, one hand stroking your hip while the other gently brushed your hair from your face.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured.

You nodded, dazed and glowing. “Never better.”

He smiled and kissed your shoulder. “Told you I’d treat you better.”