#sniggy

The air is chilly and for a second a shiver runs down your body but you ignore it. Instead, you rub your hands together after closing the driver’s door, trying to warm them up on the one side and also to seem indifferent on the other side. You know that the commander knows that it’s just for show; he has figured you out quite some time ago. To be precise, he’s read through you like an open book lying on his table. But he hasn’t rat on you yet. He’s never even made any threat of doing so either. He knows that the fact that you know that he knows is enough for you to follow his orders.

“This place must be familiar to you or am I wrong?” you stand behind him, watching his broad shoulders widen even more with every breath he takes before they inflate again.

“Yes sir.” You reply, grabbing your hand behind your back and straighten your whole body to make yourself look bigger and more confident. There is no denying it; he’s brought you here to make an example of you even though there is no one around.

“I’ve given you one simple order and yet you somehow managed to completely disregard it and instead do as you please.” His voice is calm, simply stating facts. This time, you do not reply. There is no need to. You can’t apologize because you’re not sorry and he knows it.

Garp turns around, his face twisted into a scowl, highlighting the wrinkles in his face. You return the eye contact, your gaze never faltering as you watch him slowly come closer until he’s only two steps away, towering over you as if you were a dwarf. You suppress the urge to swallow hard at the close proximity, this whole aura of authority that surrounds him making your feel disgustingly weak. You have suspected that he must’ve been in the military before the revolution but have never been able to actually confirm it. And yet, you won’t show any sign of weakness in front of him, no matter what he has planned for you.

“Don’t you have to say anything to your defense?” he asks, his blue eyes boring into your very soul.

“No, sir. I don’t.”

“Bwahaha!” the sudden laughter catches you off guard and you instinctively take a step back in surprise. You can never figure this man out which is something that irks you out to no end. He is just so….unpredictable.

The commander looks at you in amusement when his expression suddenly turns serious again. Your jaw clenches at the anew change in his behavior, bracing for what might come next.

“Do you know why I trusted you?” he asks. Baffled, you furrow your eyebrows before answering. “Because you know that I’m a gender traitor and I would do anything you ask me to just so you don’t rat me out.” You respond honestly. His face darkens, the scowl deepening even more. Apparently that’s the wrong answer.

“I don’t give a shit that you’re gay.” He says angrily. Stunned, your mouth opens and closes, too taken aback to give him a response. “I don’t give a shit that you keep looking at me, that your eyes linger on my body just a little longer than they should. That I’ve seen you snooping around my stuff when you think I’m not around.” Heat rushes into your face and you can’t help but avert your eyes, too embarrassed that he knows. It’s one thing he is aware that you like other men but it’s another thing that he knows you’re somewhat into him.

“I trusted you because you never lied to me. And that’s why it was an even greater betrayal when you used my trust to do shit like that!” he points to the red stains painting the grey wall. You don’t have to follow his finger to know what he’s talking about.

“You think you’re so strong. You think you know everything. You think you can play god and get away with it.” With each word he takes a step forward, forcing you to take a step back until you bump into the car behind you. Garp stops now directly in front of you, slowly leaning forward, forcing you to bend backwards to keep the distance until your forearms brace your body against the hood of the car. Garp’s big hand finds its place next to you ont the cold surface, his arm slightly brushing against your shoulder. His other hand comes up to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“I will make sure that you will remember to never break my trust like that again and to obey my orders, Y/n.” he murmurs, the grip on your chin intensifying, feeling as if he wants to break your face. You are completely overwhelmed by the situation because you don’t know what to make of his behavior. This is not normal. He is not supposed to touch you like this. He’s not supposed to be so close to you. He is not supposed to slowly press his body against yours, making you feel the hard muscles of his thighs against yours. And yet, he still does it.

“I’ve seen you jerk yourself off in my room.” You watch his lips move, you hear what he says yet your brain can’t comprehend it. Garp doesn’t care. “It’s one thing to do it in the private of your own home but in someone else’s house? How disgraceful.” He snickers. What is he saying? He’s seen you? But that’s impossible. He couldn’t have – you had made sure that he wasn’t home when you did it. He is testing you…

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice is thin and you know you sound like someone who’s been caught but this is just too embarrassing.

“Bwahahaha you know exactly what I’m talking about!” the sudden increase of volume in his voice has you jerk away. What is it with this man?

“What makes you think a wimp like you could handle someone like me?” the huge grin on his lips is challenging you, daring you to talk back. What the fuck is going on? What’s gotten into him? Is this a test? Are there cameras somewhere? Is he just waiting for you to make a move on him and then expose you? Your mind is spinning and your body is not helping to cool you down; you feel hot and cold at the same time. You smellhis cologne, you feel his body, you see his tempting lips, you hear his deep voice, and you can almost taste his dick on your tongue.

The space in your pants starts to get uncomfortably tight with each passing second he presses against you; and you know he can feel it as well. There is no denying it anymore and you judge for yourself that there is nothing you can do anymore anyways so why not play along. Either you he doesn’t find it amusing and you’re screwed or he finds it amusing, entertains you and then screws you. It’s all or nothing,..

You slowly move one arm between your bodies until your reach the waistband of his pants. The commander doesn’t even move a muscle and just keeps staring at you, waiting for your next move. This is insane, you think to yourself. Completely insane.

Without breaking eye contact, you open his belt and pants rather swiftly, your chest moving fast with every breath you take. Your heart is hammering in your chest, fear and excitement mixing together into a dangerous cocktail you can’t get enough of. When your fingers feel the thick hair under their touch you shiver, knowing fully well where the path would eventually lead you to. Anticipation drives you to move deeper, the hair thickening with each inch you pass until your hand feels the root of his dick.

You are hesitant for a moment but te fact that he hasn’t stopped you yet encourages you to wrap your hand slightly clumsily around the base of his cock and move it up slowly and delicately. He is not completely hard but not soft either; meaning he is not averse to this situation. Garp takes a sharp breath in and his hand moves from your chin to your neck, slightly squeezing it.

You can’t help but groan slightly when you feel him getting hard under your touch and the first drop of pre-cum coats your finger. The commander chuckles at your reaction before he gets back up, removing his hand from your neck and crossing his arms in front of his chest again. You look up at him confused, your hand still buried in his pants when you understand.

You lick your lips, remove your hand from his pants and carefully slide off the hood until you kneel in front of him. “That’s a good position for you.” The older man taunts you and you can’t help but grin at him, your eyes challenging him. “Sucking off old men ‘s always been my dream.”

The commander laughs once again while he presses his hand against the back of your head. “Then stop talking and start sucking, Y/n. Show me just how good your bratty mouth can take me in before you choke.”

“With pleasure, sir.”

Garp’s dick is a sight to behold but it’s nothing compared to actually feeling it inside your watering mouth. Your lips stretch almost uncomfortably around his member, first only taking in the mushroom tip. Your tongue swirls around the smooth skin as you work him deeper and deeper inside your mouth. The hand on your head feels heavy and dominant but he doesn’t push you further – yet.

Your left hand comes up to cover the base of his cock as you slowly start to bob your head back and forth, your hand moving in tandem to your mouth. You hear a deep groan from above you so you look up at the commander only to see him having his eyes closed in pleasure.

Your own dick twitches at the sight and your other hand shoves its way into your own black pants and under your underwear, stroking yourself also in tandem to your head.

Soon enough, you start panting on your own, heavy breaths leaving your nose, your own pleasure rapidly increasing with each stroke of your hand. You twist your hands around both of your cocks, taking him in deeper with each suck.

You feel him shuffle slightly before his hand forces you even further down his dick until the tip brushes against the back of your throat. Another low groan, this time more animalistic than before. The hand around your own cock starts increasing its pace; the restraints of your pants making you increasingly frustrated so you push them down a bit, freeing your member and shamelessly jerk yourself off in front of him.

“Don’t you dare come before me…” you hear him chuckle before he grabs your head with both hands, holding your in place and starts thrusting his hips back and forth forcefully, making you choke with each push. Your hand claws at his muscular thigh while your other matches the speed of his thrusts.

Garp’s moans are quiet yet audible enough for you to hear and you love it. You don’t care about the arching feeling of your lips, your tongue, and your throat; you’ve had wet dreams about something like this happening but your imagination could never keep up with reality.

With a wet plop the commander retreats from your mouth and he looks at you with hungry eyes, pupils blown wide in pleasure. Your breathing his heavy and you look up at him breathlessly, now only realizing that you have been holding your breath for a good part of this onslaught of your mouth.

“Got some stamina after all, huh?” he states amused while tucking at your hair to get up. When you follow his order he immediately turns your around and pushes you onto the hood of the care, a large hand pinning your down by pressing against the spot between your shoulder blades.

“I need to warn you.” He starts. Confused, you try to look at him over your shoulder but you soon realize what he means when he presses his dick against your tight entrance. “I’m not really into foreplay so if you think you can’t handle this you need to tell me now. Otherwise, I’m gonna take this as an invitation and destroy you.” An excited shiver runs down your spine at his words, your own dick twitches, not bothered at all by the cold surface of the car pressing against you.

“I think I can handle some old man pretending to be young again.” You say confidently. “Bwahahaha! That’s my boy.” He purrs and with that he pushes past the tight ring, stretching your insides with each inch he takes. You try to grab something but there is only the smooth surface of the car and your nails helplessly scratch over it. Your eyes are wide while pain spreads through your lower region.

You can’t help but utter a breathless “fuck” when he bottoms out in you, your ass pressed flush against his body.

“Relax!” Garp laughs, slapping your ass for good measure. You choke out a pant, internally slapping him back for the stupid comment.

You feel his big hand on your back slowly slide down before both hands find their place on either side of your hips, grabbing them tightly. His calloused hands are rough against your skin but you like that. “Hope you’re ready cause here I come.” He warns you but it is unnecessary; you can’t run away anyways, even if you wanted to.

Garp starts with a slow but forceful rhythm; pulling out almost completely before shoving himself back inside to the brink. The first few thrusts are nothing but painful but your body gets used to it soon enough, your walls adjusting to his size.

It doesn’t take too long before you are a panting mess underneath him, sweat running down your face and neck. The commander groans behind you every time he pushes back in, his hands pulling you closer against his body. Soon, he has reached a fast but steady pace, the lewd sound of skin on skin echoing through the abandoned area.

You’re usually not a big moaner but when he hits that sweet spot inside of you, you can’t hold it back and the loud sound of your voice leaves your body in a long moan. Garp’s grip on your hips tightens at the sound and he picks up his speed, now ramming himself inside of you like a madman. Your hips are pushed against the car, bruises probably already visible from the sheer force.

Moans and groans start coming out of your mouth like some incomprehensible song only you know the lyrics to; your cheek is pressed against the cool hood and your eyes are hooded. There is even some drool dripping out of your slightly opened mouth but you don’t care.

Your body starts to shiver when the sweet coil inside your stomach starts to tighten; you know what this means and you want nothing more than this sweet release. Garp’s ongoing onslaught on your prostate has you see stars and you’re not sure if you could hold it in if you tried. You are butter in his hands, slowly melting away until you would be nothing more than a wet mess in front of him.

“You tryin’ to cum without me, kid?” you hear him ask, his one hand comes up and grabs your hair tightly, bending your neck backwards so you have to look at him. Your mouth is open, taking in as much oxygen as you can while your eyes are looking straight back at him. A lazy yet blissful smile spreads across your lips when you shrug at him.

“Can’t…hold it in….” you pant. Just in this moment Garp pushes you over the edge and you cum around him with a loud moan, unloading everything you have onto the car while you keep eye contact.

The commander growls at the sight and the feeling, coming to the conclusion that he wants to cum as well. He could go for a little longer but he knows this would be rather unconformable for you.

He doesn’t let go of your hair when he picks up his pace one final time, his thrusts frantic and uncontrolled while he tries to use your tightness to his advantage.

It doesn’t take long until you feel him pulse inside your ass and fill you up with his hot semen, a loud moan accompanying it. You watch his face contort in pleasure; his brows tightly knit while he holds the eye contact with you as well.

Garp’s thrusts calm down until he is sure to have unloaded everything inside you he has. Only then does he slowly pull out, a hiss leaving your lips at the burning feeling. That’s also when he lets go of your hair and you slump down like a wet sack of potatoes. His cum starts slowly dripping out of your hole, the opaque fluid running down your thighs and disappearing into your pants.

You almost miss the sound of clothes being put back in place and the metallic click of the belt being closed. You, on the other hand, can’t move a muscle and are still exposing your screwed ass to him.

Out of the corner of your eyes you see him walk to the passenger’s side of the car and open the door. He looks at you for a moment, then scowls. “Get up! I wanna get back home! I’m tired! An old man like me needs his sleep!”

You huff at his words and slowly get off the hood. While you get dresses properly again, you watch him through the window as he watches you with a sly smirk.

His harsh eyes wander over your sleeping form, the grip around the doorknob tightens at the sight. He hates you for making him weak, for making him obsessed with you, and for making him give in to his primal instincts. Law is a very composed and controlled man but there is just something about you that makes his mind go blank and to respond to his dick instead.

He closes the door behind him, careful not to make a single sound before he makes his way over to your bed. His eyes are trained on your sleeping face, so innocent and blissfully unaware of his presence. Good.

He stops at the end of the bed, his hands slowly curling around the metal bedframe, his breathing starting to grow deeper and deeper, trying to control his quickening heartbeat. He has to stay calm and act logically though he knows that he has thrown out half of his logic the moment he left his own room to come over to yours.

Law contemplates if he really wants to do this (again), to act on his desires (again) and to make you his (again). His gaze hardens when your body moves with a small sigh, his pupils widen and his mind becomes clouded. The space in his pants is becoming incredibly tight and yet again his grip tightens around the metal he’s grabbing onto.

It’s his right to claim you. It’s his fucking right to make you his. And it’s his fucking goddamn given right to fill you up with all he’s got!

His deft hands grab the buckle of his belt, the cold clicking sound of metal on metal, followed by the smooth sound of leather being pulled out is echoing through the room, incredibly loud in Law’s ears yet you don’t seem to notice at all. He opens the button of his pants and has to stifle a groan when he shoves his hand inside, grabbing his dick almost painfully.

His breathing becomes ragged as he continues to squeeze his dick in his hand, his nails digging into the smooth skin of his dick, leaving crescent imprints. He just stands there, eyes focused on you and the curves hidden underneath the thin blanket, making his mind run wild with all kinds of images the sight gives him. His hand starts moving fast around his cock, his pants restricting his movements and his clothes rustling in sync with his angry jerks. His lips are pressed into a thin line, his other hand grabbing the bed pole for support as his mind makes him see all the lewd things he has done to you in the past and the things he wants to do to you in the future, starting tonight.

Law forces himself to avert his gaze from your sleeping form and to slow down; he’s close but he cannot afford to spill his first load in his own pants. It’s simply be a waste of his precious sperm. Instead, he pulls his hand out and shoves his pants and briefs down to his knees instead. He climbs onto the bed, caging you underneath him with his legs and hands on both sides of your body.

Law looks down at you with hungry eyes; he likes your face, it’s really beautiful. He likes the way your eyes brighten up when you are not feeling watched and actually do whatever you want to do at that moment. There is just one thing he likes to see even more than your carefree side – when you writhe underneath him, from pleasure or pain, he doesn’t care but when you look up at him with those big eyes, not sure if you want him to stop or continue.

His hand reaches up to your blanket and slowly pulls it down your body, revealing more and more of your body that is unfortunately hidden underneath this ugly nightgown. His hand moves up to your naked shoulder and it travels down your arm, feeling your warm skin underneath his touch. He moves up again and lets his finger gently caress your collarbone before it lightly travels down, over the swell if your breasts and he closes his eyes, his dick twitching between his legs. He needs you. He needs to feel you.

With a frustrated yet horny grunt he pulls down the blanket completely and lifts your night gown up. Frustration builds up even more when he feels those grandma panties you’re wearing. Seriously, nobody should be forced to wear something like that (at least you shouldn’t).

Impatiently, he pulls your panties down, revealing the most delicious part of your entire body. His eyes travel up to your face again, surprised that you haven’t woken up yet but he won’t complain. He just has to make sure that you’re not too loud once he’s started…

The commanders grabs your thighs and presses your legs apart, placing his lower body between your spread legs and lets the tip of his dick coat your entrance with his pre-cum. His hand moves up your thigh to your entrance, his thumb circling your clit, eliciting a quiet moan from your body. He doesn’t want to prepare you but he needs to get you at least somewhat wet for him to enter you smoothly. Once he’s inside he can just go all out.

His index and middle finger toy with you folds before he enters your core, scissoring his fingers to spread you for him, his thumb pressed against your clit and circling it harshly. He notices your breathing becoming shorter and how your juice starts to coat his digits, your walls clenching around him from time to time.

Law’s other hand travels up your thigh as well, passes your sex and moves underneath your nightgown that is still covering the upper part of your body and grabs one of your boobs, squeezing it in his big hand.

His fingers start fucking your wildly, the wet sounds your cunt is making forcing a big drop of pre-cum out of his dick which slowly drips down onto your core. Law collects it with his thumb and uses it to coat your clit even more. You unconsciously start moving against his hand, small moans filling the room.

When you spread your legs even wider for him, he completely loses it. He pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his dick, the tip pushing against your entrance. He wants to just sink into you but even in this state of mind he knows he has to take some precautions.

He removes his hand from your breast and instead lays himself on top of you like a blanket. One hand comes up to your face and presses over your mouth, leaving just enough space underneath your nose to let you breath. His other hand his between your legs, stroking his hard cock before he lines himself up with your entrance for the last time before he buried himself inside your hot core in a single smooth thrust.

Your eyes shoot open at the pain between your legs and you want to scream but it sounds muffled. Your breath goes erratic and you feel trapped, as if you are buried somewhere deep under the ground. It takes a moment for your mind to realize exactly what is going on. Your eyes widen at the sight of the man on top of you, moving his hips against yours, his hand keeping you silent and his harsh eyes practically boring into you.

You want to struggle by instinct but his body is restricting your movements like a giant snake and so you’re left helpless underneath him, fear spreading through your body and simply feeling more than overwhelmed.

Law huffs above you, breath strained and he obviously has to control himself not to groan out loud at the tight feeling around his cock. He notices that you’re awake, slightly irritated that you’re struggling underneath him so he leans down to your ear, his hot breath ghosting the shell of your ear. “Shh, be quiet.” He hisses before his grip over your mouth tightens, his nails digging into your cheeks.

His hips thrust into you in a steady rhythm, pressing his pubic bone against your clit with every move, eliciting small yet very noticeable waves of pleasure in your body. You pant against his palm, chest heaving fast. You keep the eye contact with him and Law slowly removes his hand and puts it back on your breast, squeezing it tightly in his palm.

You press your lips together in a silent moan at the feeling, arching your back to meet his hand even more and your hips move against his.

The commander picks up his pace, the raw sound of wet skin on skin slapping against each other sounding so lewd in your ears that it makes you even wetter. Law grunts amused and grabs one of your thighs again pressing your leg even further apart to have better access to your hot core.

The deep angle forces a guttural moan from you that you can’t suppress. Law claws at your thigh and boob as your walls clenching around his cock. He’s close and so are you.

You pussy is burning from pleasure and it feels like it’s in fire, sucking him in with each thrust and seemingly not wanting to let him go ever again. It feels like he is touching places no one has ever touched before; it feels so foreign and yet as if it was a part of your own body.

You wrap your other leg around Law’s hip tightly, pressing him even closer to you and keeping him there. Your thigh hurts from his tight grip and you know there will be bruises rather sooner than later but you don’t care. The only thing that’s in your mind is your own orgasm and how close you are.

You don’t realize how Law presses his hand over your mouth again as he violates your pussy with his cock, panting hard and listening to your muffled yet shameless moans.

He looks at your body, rocking forth and back with every thrust of his hips as he pushes you over the edge. Your body presses against his, your back arched and an uncontrolled moan leaving your mouth.

You can see stars at the sheer force of your orgasm and you black out for a moment as he continues fucking into you. Law keeps his hand above your mouth and his other on your thigh but he buries his face between your breasts as he presses himself one final time into you before he spills his hot cum, filling you up the way it’s supposed to be. Nothing is wasted, he makes sure of it as he stays inside of you until he starts to get soft again.

Then, and only then does he pull out, making you whimper underneath him. Your mind is still too clouded to realize anything, completely blown away by the intensity of your orgasm.

Law looks at you for a moment before he gets up from the bed. Only the rustling of his pants and the clicking of the belt indicate what he’s doing.

With one last glance at you he starts to walk to the door, mind already clear again, ready to assess his wrong-doings of giving in to his urges. He’s split between condemning his own behavior and simply accepting it. He shouldn’t be lusting after your body and he sure as hell shouldn’t give in to it but he knows as clear as the day that he will do it again and again, until you’re carrying his child.

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You wake up with a terrible headache and you have to shut your eyes tightly due to the light that shines right at your face. Everything in your head is spinning, makes you feel dizzy and nauseous. God, you haven’t felt this way since the last time you got hammered with you friends and woke up on the floor next to your bed, one shoe off, the other still on and your shirt hanging around your neck. A futile attempt to get undressed and find comfort in your warm bed. 

It isn’t quite as bad as last time but you still feel like never opening your eyes again and instead drift into this dreamless sleep that will eventually make everything okay again. 

Awkwardly, you try to turn around to avoid the annoying sunlight that keeps pestering you by the second. It’s just too bright. You’re woken up by a sharp pain in your nether region as you roll over, flinging your eyes open and sit up. What the…? You think but are immediately hit by the room spinning around you and you have to fall back again, rolling to the side and mumble something incoherent. 

What in the hell is going on? What happened last night? 

You nuzzle your face into the soft pillow and pull the blanket closer to your chest. It’s oddly chilly, you notice. Did you leave the window open? 

You inhale deeply, a soothing smell you haven’t noticed until now flooding your nose and you sigh contently. It’s warm and somewhat woody but with a small hint of something cold and…. sterile? Kind of reminds you of the time you had to go to the hospital. The hand sanitizer had a similar smell. Now that you think about it this is not a smell you’re too familiar with – or not familiar at all. 

You slowly open your eyes again, a weird feeling creeping up inside your stomach. The clearer your blurry vision becomes the more this feeling turns into panic. This is not your room. This is not your bed. This is not your perfume. And this is definitely not one of those humas sized body pillows lying next to you with its arms crossed behind its head, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

With a shriek you half rob, half jump away, almost falling off the bed at the sight of a man on the other side of the mattress. You look at him wide eyed, mouth open in a silent scream as the eyes of the man look at you in amusement, a lazy smile on his lips. 

“Thought you’d never wake up.” Law’s voice is as calm as ever as he watches you breathe heavily from the shock. You don’t know what to say. So many questions circle inside your head until there is just one big question mark. 

“You look pale. You don’t seem to be fully sober yet. You want something to drink?” he asks you. Taken aback by his question your mouth forms words but your vocal cords don’t seem to get the memo to actually make a sound. 

Chuckling, the captain of the heart pirates gets up and slowly walks over to another room which seems to be a bathroom. Your eyes follow him until he comes back, holding a cup of water in his hand which he offers you. 

Your heart rate has come down to a somewhat normal beat again and you take the cup offered to you with a shy “thank you” before you take a sip. The cool water calms your mind down and takes away part of the panic in your body, letting you organize your thoughts at last. 

Law sits down on his bed, his cold eyes still sparkling the same merriment from before. There is a long silence between you two and his intense stare makes you squirm in your position. Flustered, you avert your gaze and look down instead-

and you immediately want to die on the spot. Everything happens so fast; your body reacts before your mind can even start to comprehend the situation as you throw the cup of water at the captain with another shriek before your arms grab the blanket forcefully, yanking it away from underneath him and pull it, pressing it tightly against your bare chest. 

Law managed to dodge the cup last minute and he watches it crash against the wall and fall down to the floor in thousand pieces. He raises and eyebrow at the wet stain on his wall before he looks back at you, wanting to question what that was all about all of a sudden. But what greets his eyes is an almost painfully distressed looking young woman, covering her body with the dark blue blanket and her eyes tightly shut as to not look at him. 

“That was unnecessary.” He comments but he can’t hide the smirk on his thin lips as his eyes look you up and down. He’s honestly surprised that it took you so long to notice but your reaction is priceless regardless. 

“Why so shy all of a sudden? It’s not like it’s the first time I see you naked.” His blunt statement makes the wish to die even more prominent. But it also sparks the question in your head what he means. 

“What are you talking about?” you ask, not daring to look up at his smug face. Maybe, if you pretend you can’t see him, he cannot see you either…

“Oh, you don’t remember?” he asks and now you have to open your eyes to look at his surprised face. You slowly shake your head no and you watch Law sigh. 

“Just take a wild guess what I could possibly mean.” He encourages you. Your mind is blank for a second, not yet ready to start the process of thinking again but you try regardless. Your eyes slowly wander down from his face, over his exposed chest, showing off the tattoo you had previously seen before. Your eyes go further, mentally tracing his abs and the small happy trail leading from his bellybutton all the way to the waistband of his boxers where it disappears.

It takes you a moment to then look down your own body which is covered by the blanket but is confirmed to be completely naked underneath. 

It takes you another moment to then put two and two together and you almost faint. If your head could steam from embarrassment like a steam engine it would! Law watches your face turn from puzzled to fully comprehending what he was implying as you wrap your body even tighter into the blanket. Law would roll is eyes at that. After all there is nothing he hasn’t seen yet. But he doesn’t. Instead, he inches closer but not too close and lifts your chin up with his fingers, looking at you in a serious manner. 

His touch alone suddenly sparks something inside your body and the spot where his warm fingers contact your chin tingles in excitement. You look at the captain of the heart pirates and feel helpless. You don’t know what to do or to say as the thoughts race through your head uncontrollably. Did you really….spend the night with the man in front of you? What happened last night?

“You okay? Not the reaction I expected.” He says, his thumb lightly circling your skin. “W-what happened last night?” you finally press out, the small motion of his thumb soothing yet confusing. 

Law lowers his hand and simply shrugs. “Let’s just say you were pretty wasted last night and did some crazy shit.” You try to remember but there is nothing. It is as if someone took some scissors and just cut a part of your memory out and taped it together again. 

“What…what did I do?” you ask, scared of his answer. Law chuckles in amusement and raises an eyebrow. “You really wanna know?” Confused but determined you nod, wanting to know exactly what happened last night. Law licks his lips as if he is remembering something before he starts to explain. 

“I have no idea how many drinks you, Roronoa and Nami drank but you are not even close to their level.” He starts, sounding a little bit mockingly but you ignore it. 

“At some point, you called me over to drink with you and when I sat down you were….quite friendly.” Your eyes grow wide before you close them in shame. Credit to Law, he knows how to make it sound a little less awkward and less primitive. At least until now. 

“For some reason you really desperately wanted to sit on my lap and practically threw yourself on top of me.” Oh God….

“Just so you know, you’re not too heavy but when someone keeps jumping up and down on your legs over and over again it starts to hurt a little.” He points at his thighs and the big, dark bruises on them. Oh God…!

“Anyways, once you were comfortable, you really seemed to like to touch my tattoos. No problem with that but you seemed to really like my chest and my nipples in particular. I’m not the biggest fan of getting my nipples twisted though. Not my thing, y’know.” He smirks as he watches you shrink more and more into yourself at his recap of last night. 

“Something I wasn’t quite disinclined to was when you shamelessly rubbed my crotch while you whispered into my ear, suggesting we could ‘continue the party in your room’”. 

Oh. My. God. 

That is everything you can think of when he finally finishes the little story. You feel ashamed of yourself and for what you did. That’s just so not like you! You don’t drink too much! You don’t get handsy with random men and you certainly don’t just sleep around with said men! What is wrong with you? What must Law be thinking about you? What must the Straw Hats be thinking about you?!

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, small tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as you look up at Law. The captain notices your teary eyes and his expression softens a little. 

“It’s okay, no worries. It was fun so don’t sweat it.” He reassures you. 

“Please….don’t tell anyone. I’m usually not like this.” You ask him and he shakes his head in amusement. “Do you really think I’m the person to go around and brag about what I do in the sheets?” he raises an eyebrow and you can’t help but giggle slightly at his question. No, Law definitely was not the guy to tell everyone that he just got laid. 

“Thanks.” You mumble.

Your eyes start to look around and you spot your clothes on the floor, completely scattered all over the place. “I think I should get dressed.” You say, more to yourself but Law nods anyway. 

You get up on shaky legs, taking the blanket with you as you slowly walk over to your slip. As you bend down, the blanket slips away, exposing your back and butt and a strange pain rushes through your body. Oh right, what is that? You had noticed it before but then forgot about it. Maybe Law did some weird stuff to you and now your back is all bruised and what not? The thought alone has your face burning in embarrassment. 

“Y/n ya?” you hear his voice and turn around to look at him from over your shoulder in question. “Since when do you have my jolly roger tattooed on your ass?” he points in your direction, specifically at your behind. Your raise an eyebrow in confusion before you follow the point of his finger down to your butt. First, you don’t see anything, thinking he’s messing with you. Law sees that you don’t believe him and sighs as he gets up from his spot and walks over to you. 

Taken aback, you take a step back but law reaches you swiftly. He gently yet decisively grabs your hips through the blanket and guides you a few steps over in front of a mirror. He turns your back to the reflecting object, one hand resting on your hip while also holding the blanket to the side to expose your ass, his other hand grabs your chin between index finger and thumb and makes you look at your reflection.

Your first instinct is to bite your lip at the picture and you can’t help but wonder if you two had done it right here as well. These thoughts are all but washed away the moment you lay eyes on your own behind and see what he is talking about. 

A small yet very noticeable tattoo now adorns your left butt cheek. Hot irritated skin is more than enough to confirm that it is, indeed, freshly tattooed. Your first thought is that now this explains the pain you’ve been feeling. The second thought is pure panic. 

You push Law away from your and get closer to the mirror. Clearly, this must be some bad joke, right? No way this is real! You touch the black ink but immediately inch away at the pain. 

“Don’t scratch at it or it’ll get infected.” Law dryly comments. You snap.

“Do you really think this is my biggest problem at the moment?!” your voice is two octaves too high and you barely recognize it. 

“When did this happen? Why do I have this tattoo? What will Luffy think?! They will never let me join their crew now!° 

Realization hit you. “They will never let me join their crew.” You repeat, eyes wide and completely in shock. “I won’t be able to sail with them.” You mumble as your eyes are fixated on this small piece of doom on your ass. “I can’t become their friend. I can’t help Luffy achiece his dream. I’m a failure.” 

Law listens to the nonsense you’re mumbling about and he’s had enough. He takes a step forward and puts one hand on your shoulder. “Look at me.” He says but you’re too much in your own thoughts that you don’t hear him. This time louder and with a slight squeeze of his hand he repeats himself. “Look at me!” your turn to face him, desperation written all over your face. 

“I can’t join the Straw Hats.” You whisper but Law hears you loud and clearly. 

“Maybe you don’t really wanna join them after all?” he slowly inquires and you look at him confused and a little bit mad. “What?” you ask, anger mixing in your confusion.

“I said, maybe you don’t want to join them. Maybe you just told yourself that you want to join them because you admire Luffy so much? If I remember correctly, he saved your life, didn’t he? Maybe you just told yourself you want to join them because you feel like you have to pay him back for that.” You are silent. 

“Can’t it be that this little tattoo is a sign that you would rather want to join someone else’s crew?” 

Your anger slowly vanishes at his explanation and you start to think about his words. Is he right? Has this all been out of guilt? It’s true that you had once considered joining his crew but then Luffy came along….so maybe he is right?

“Would you….would you want me to join your crew?” you ask. 

“Why else would I have asked you yesterday? I don’t just ask anybody and usually I’m not asking twice but the jolly roger on your ass is quite convincing that I’ll make an exception. Just this time. Do you want to join my crew, Y/n ya?” he asak and you nod, not thinking about it anymore. 

Law is right. This whole situation is one single giant clue from the universe that you should join Law’s crew and help him achieve his goal.

Law grins contently and takes a step back. “Good to hear. And since I’m your captain now I want you to get dressed. If anyone sees us like this they might think you slept your way to the top.”  He teases and lets himself fall back on his bed. Your face burns as you have just eaten the hottest chili in the world and you hurriedly gather your clothes and get dressed. Your captain watches you and waves goodbye as you open the door to leave. You don’t look at him, still too embarrassed by this whole situation so you don’t see this somewhat sinister smile on his lips.

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Law watches as you stumble over to Zoro and Nami, his eyes following your every move. The drug he’s given you is working faster than expected and he fears that he might’ve overdone it but then again if it helps his goal there really isn’t anything like ‘overdoing’ it. He doesn’t know why he wants you do join his crew but he surely knows that this need, this urge to have you around him must mean something. It’s primal and selfish but he’s not above these human feelings. 

Law can see how you lose focus more and more by the way you can now barely stand on your own two feet. Nami looks at you worriedly but it’s too late. Zoro tries to catch you but Law is faster, catching you in his strong arms. 

“Y/n!” Nami yells and rushes over to where he holds you. “Y/n! Is she okay?” she demands to know, the other Straw Hats joining her. Law shakes his head with a sigh and hoists you up in his arms bridal style, your head resting against his chest. “Guess she had one too many drinks.” Which is the most plausible explanation there is. 

“I didn’t see her drinking that much.” Zoro comments. “Maybe she’s a light weight.” Law retorts which seems to satisfy the green haired man. “I will take her to my submarine and have an eye at her. I’ve got medicine there if she needs anything.” He says and Luffy nods in agreement. 

“Thanks! Take care of her! I need want her in my crew!” the captain of the Straw Hats exclaims and Law rolls his eyes. “Let’s wait till she’s sober again, Mugiwara ya.” He simply says before he carries you away. 

His crew wanted to follow him but he told them to have fun and enjoy the party as long as they can. He has other plans anyways. 

He puts you down in the surgery room and looks at you for a moment. He then checks your vital stats and eyes, coming to the conclusion that you will be knocked out for a while. He strips you completely naked and turns your body on your stomach, making sure that your face is free just in case you need to throw up. 

His hand traces your back and the curve of your ass before he takes a hand full and squeezes the soft flesh with an amused huff. Law then takes out a small machine which he has used on himself before when he got his tattoos. The steady sound of the machine as he starts to hammer the ink into your skin is soothing and he can’t wait for you to wake up next morning, confused about where you are. He’s thought about different scenarios that would be the most plausible and the one that just stuck with him is the most obvious one. 

“Here you go, Y/n.” you hear the faint click of the door being shut and the lock being turned but the hand has yet to leave your back. Why is it still there? Panic spreads through your body at the realization that the commander has no intention of leaving you alone.

The big, toothy, malicious grin is plastered all over his face and it’s radiating like the uncomfortable heat of radioactive waste about to burn your body to the bone. It’s not the smile of a predator; you can fend off a predator if you try hard enough. You can’t however, fight the devil himself.

“Thank you, Sir.” You reply, your throat feeling dry and constricted. Even continuously swallowing doesn’t help; you can’t swallow anything that isn’t there anyways.

And then you just stand there. You can’t move a muscle, even if you wanted to. Your body is frozen in place and you can’t do anything but let the big hand slowly travel down your back until it rests on the small of your back, right above the curve of your behind.

“Don’t you need to go to the toilet, Y/n?” this devilish grin eats itself inside you and you want to puke. You feel nauseous and everything starts spinning. This man behind you frightens you like nothing else. You’ve always been afraid of drowning, feeling how your body desperately tries to gasp for air and how your lungs fill up with water until you’re nothing more than a floating corpse. You’d prefer to drown right now than to spend another second with this demon behind you.

And Doflamingo knows it.

His burning hand leaves your body slowly and you feel some sort of relief. It’s short-lived, however.

“It’s only two days until the ceremony. Why don’t we help God a little by increasing the probability of me getting you pregnant, huh? It should only be in his interest for us to procreate, right. Fufufufu.”

You don’t reply. You can’t reply. You’ve lost your voice, so even if your wanted to complain, you couldn’t.

“You know what to do, Y/n.” his deep voice rasps. As if you were controlled remotely, you take a few steps forward, bend down to grab the hem of your dress and pull it up, exposing your underwear to him. Then, you lean forward, holding the dress in one hand and supporting yourself with the other on the rim of the bathtub.

His heavy footsteps follow shortly after until they stop right behind you.

For a moment, his hand follows the curve of your clothed butt before he pulls the ugly fabric down to your knees, exposing you to his hungry eyes completely. You close your eyes ashamed but don’t utter a word. You know that he won’t listen anyways. The faster he’s done, the faster you can get out of here.

“What a good whore. Already wet for me. I know your body craves for the seed of someone as divine as me.” He chuckles. Shameful heat creeps up into your face and you have to hold back the tears. Yes, you were wet for him. Over the past couple of months, he’s trained your body to react to his mere presence. It is humiliating.

The rustling of him opening his pants is painfully loud in your ears and the wet sound that follows of him stroking his cock in his hand makes your body tremble in fear. He’s never gentle; he doesn’t even know the word. Nor does he know the word mercy. When you begged him the first time for mercy he simply laughed at your face and said that “a merciful god is a weak god” before he pounded into you.

A low groan brings you back to reality, the slick sounds of his pre-cum being spread over his dick vividly filling the room. His other hand comes forth and his long digits start pumping inside of you to him beating his meat. The wet and sloppy sounds of your own juice and his mix together, your pants also joining in. Your hand grabs the fabric of your dress even tighter; you have to difficulties to properly brace yourself against his hard thrusts with your other hand but you know you can’t let go of the dress. He doesn’t like it.

At least he prepares you for him every time though you believe it’s just the feeling of power he has over you when he makes you moan and scream to his ministration. He never looks at you when he fucks you senseless, he always takes you like a mangy dog in heat.

The emptiness when he removes his fingers feels almost sad; he’s been working your pussy like a mad man this whole time until it felt like a part of your body.

Panting loudly, you try to control your breathing again but he doesn’t give you too much time to catch your breath when he lines himself up at your entrance. You know the feeling and shape of his dick all too well; you’ve felt him countless times before. It’s like your pussy only knows him at this point and wouldn’t be satisfied with another dick ever again.

“Let’s pray I can get you pregnant.” Doflamingo coos before he presses himself inside of you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He’s so big. It hurts. I want to run away. Please leave me alone. Don’t do this. He can’t hear your thoughts and even if he could he would simply ignore them.

With no time to adjust the commander starts moving his hips with sharp and fast thrusts, filling you out completely before trying to pull your insides out with every time he pulls back. Even with his preparation the pain is ever so present in your body. Previously felt lust almost completely forgotten; just the few times he accidentally hits your sweet spot make it bearable.

Doflamingo’s hands grip your hips tightly and pull your body against his, pressing your behind as close against him as possible. You can’t hold back all the sobs that want to leave your body and the tears are running down your cheeks with each thrust. Every now and then, a small moan mixes in.

“Are we enjoying this, Y/n?” the tall man teases, voice slightly strained due to the sheer force he pushes against you. And as to emphasize his words, he lifts your hips up slightly until you’re only standing on your tippy-toes and hits that special spot inside of you over and over again.

The answer you intended to give him ended up in a loud moan, your mouth hanging wide open, jaw slack at the warm feeling of lust spreading through your lower belly. Doflamingo leans forward, not stopping with his assault at your pussy when his long tongue licks over your ear.

“Are you such a whore that you need everyone at the party to hear?” he whispers, the deep laughter rumbling through his chest vibrating through your own body. The laughter grows louder and louder as if he doesn’t care if anyone hears him. You like to imagine the other commanders hearing the two of you; and when Doflamingo gets out, they arrest him for defying god or something like that and put him at the wall, dead and disgraced, for everyone to see. But this would never happen.

His thrusts become even harder, your pants and groans and moans growing louder as well. Your head falls forward and you can’t help yourself but let go of the dress and grab his neck instead, your finger nails clawing into his skin, leaving crescent formed imprints. He doesn’t care.

“Bad handmaid.” He growls but the grin never leaves his face, you can feel it.

The shudder that runs through your body at his words can’t be defined; in this state of mind your body belongs to him and him alone.

You can feel how his thrusts become more erratic – he’s close and so are you. You move your hips against him as good as you can, moaning his name breathlessly. The commander grunts in response, his nose nuzzling the spot behind your ear. Your hand on his neck pulls him closer as you feel the sweet knot inside your stomach tighten more and more. You’re so close!

Doflamingo’s hot breath puffs against your sweaty skin, the chuckle ever so present in your ear.

“Do you want to hear a secret, Y/n?” he rasps, his muscular arm wrapping around your torso, pulling you closer, not letting you go and holding you in place. You can’t answer him, too occupied with chasing your release. Only a little more!

“I don’t want children…” the commander continues, answering the question himself. “…to be honest, I don’t even like children….” With each word his thrusts become harder and harder. You barely hear his words over the rushing sound of your own blood in your ears. What is he saying?

“….but I wanna see you break at the thought of carrying part of my DNA inside of you, having to let it grow inside you like a parasite and you can’t do anything about it…”

You cum around him with wide eyes and an open mouth, the force of the orgasm knocking every last bit of air your might’ve had left before out of your body, your walls cramp around him forcing Doflamingo over the edge as well; his fingers dig painfully into your side and your hip, holding you in place to except ever last drop of his semen inside of you, filling you up with all he has.

“You like the thought of having my child, don’t you? The way you milk me dry…”

You want to ignore his words, want to forget what he’s just done to you and what could possibly be the outcome of this little ‘encounter’.

“Martha, do you know my wife is?” he asks, looking slightly concerned. Martha looks down and tells him that you are in your room. She doesn’t tell him that you haven’t come out the entire day but Sabo can see by her expression that something is indeed wrong.

He takes two steps at a time when he walks up the stairs, passing by the handmaid’s room on his way but not paying her any mind when she greets him. His wife has top priority right now.

He comes to a halt in front of your door, taking a deep breath to get his breathing under control. He needs to work out more often, he realizes. Being at work every day has taken a toll on his formerly great shape. Maybe some jogging will help…

You hear a slight but yet determined knock at your door, knowing immediately who this is. Martha knocks more obediently and the handmaid – she never comes to your room. You don’t answer, instead you keep looking at the empty canvas in front of you, the brush neatly placed on your lap, not a single drop of paint on the harsh bristles.

The door opens after a short while, then closes again. Footsteps come closer before they come to a stop right behind you. You feel his warm hand on your shoulder, then a soft kiss on the top of your head. You sigh silently at his touch, feeling how your body relaxes a little bit.

“Is everything okay, Y/n?” Sabo calmly asks, his hand rubbing your shoulder slightly. You simply nod, not feeling the strength to tell him what’s wrong. Of course, Sabo knows you like the back of his hand. You’ve been together what feels like ages and it seems like the revolution and the building of this new and great nation has bound you together even more.

He grabs a chair that is standing next to the wall and pulls it next to you, sitting down and focusing his entire attention on you, studying your face from the side. He gently grabs your hands, pulling out the brush from your grip in the process and places it on the scaffold.

“Look at me, Y/n.” it’s not an order but not a request either. Your head slowly turns to face him, a sad look on your face that you can’t hide from him. It’s always been like this; when you look at him you feel the need to tell him everything that’s on your mind, to let him know how you feel about God and the world and to know you can trust him 100% to understand and support you.

“What’s wrong?” he insists, his eyes almost piercing through you. You feel the tears form in your eyes, your lips pressed into a thin line to keep the tears at bay. Sabo’s eyes widen at the sight and he pulls instinctively pulls you against him, his arms wrapping around you like a blanket and you feel nothing but safety coming from his body.

His hands caress your back as your tears start running down your cheeks, silent sniffles slightly shaking your body. He rests his cheek against the top of your head and lets you cry. He doesn’t say a word; he knows you don’t want to hear him tell you that everything’s going to be alright, especially if he doesn’t know what’s going on in the first place.

He kisses the top of your head from time to time, his eyes focused on the empty canvas next to him. He has a rough idea what’s going on but he doesn’t want to assume. It’s a topic that’s been bothering you for a while now and unfortunately, there is nothing he can do about it. This is one of the few things that is out of his control and he hates himself and the world for it.

When you’ve calmed down, you slightly push at him and sit back up straight, brushing the tears from your face. Sabo leans forward, bracing his elbows on his thighs as he looks up at you, forcing you to look at him even if you look down.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble, not even knowing why you apologize. Sabo is as confused as you but simply chuckles. “There’s no need to apologize, Y/n.” he says, making your face heat up in slight embarrassment. He takes your hands in his once more, kissing each of your knuckles with his soft lips. You try to withdraw your hands from his grip but he doesn’t let you. He knows how much he can fluster you by doing gentlemanly stuff like this and he enjoys when he can make you squirm in your seat (in a good way).

“Stop…” you giggle slightly, the sadness still present in your voice but it’s being replaced by other, more positive emotions. “You know once I start, I have to kiss every single knuckle, Y/n!” he informs you while he finishes kissing your last knuckle. Then, he looks up at you again, a somewhat serious expression on his face.

“You want to talk about it?” he asak. You bite your bottom lip, contemplating with yourself but then shake your head no. “Later.” You promise and that’s enough for Sabo. He won’t push you to tell him. Eventually, you will and he will be there to listen to you. Whenever you’re ready.

The smile on his face lets you melt in your place and you can’t help but smile back. His whole presence makes you feel at ease and makes you believe you can do anything. That’s one thing you admire and love about him.

“How was your day?” you ask him, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand. Sabo sighs dramatically and you giggle. “One could think grown men can come to an agreement rather quickly but you’d be surprised how much they can behave like little kids!” he vents, making you laugh at the mental image.

“But I will tell you more about it later. Let me get changed and then have a nice dinner, oaky?” he suggests. You nod and watch him get up.

He doesn’t let go of your hands, instead presses his lips against the back of your hand once more, looking deep into your eyes with a sheepish smile, making him look like a little kid himself. Sabo then leans down, his breath ghosting your lips before he kisses you gently.

Your eyes dart through the darkness, trying to make out something in this huge cave but except for rocks and cliffs you can’t see anything (or anyone). Cold sweat runs down your face and neck before it disappears into your white dress. The dried tears from earlier start dwelling up in your eyes again the more time passes. You try to wiggle your hands out of the cuffs but to no avail. 

A cold breeze gazes your skin and your head snaps to the side but there is nothing. You wiggle harder, the sound of your chackles rustling is ringing loudly in your ears, fueling the panic that keeps clouding your mind further and further, only making you struggle more and more. 

Another cold breeze, followed by a smooth sound of something huge gliding through the air. You stop dead in your tracks, not moving a muscle when your eyes make out a dark form almost silently coming closer and closer. You press your back against the pole behind your and pull your legs as close to your body as possible, trying to make yourself so small that whatever this is might overlook you. 

The ground starts to shake when something massive lands on the ground in front of you and a scream escapes your lips in sheer terror. 

A deep rumbling that almost sounds like purring makes the air around you vibrate.  “Please….” You whisper, not knowing what you’re actually pleading for but your terrified for your life. 

You a shadow in the dark move and come close, a hot yet foul smelling stench blowing at you. Your stomach twists and you can’t help but heave, the content of your stomach wanting to escape your body in the most disgusting way. 

A deep chuckle echoes in your ears when the vomit drops down from your mouth and onto your white dress, tears blurring your vision and shame heating your face. 

“Poor thing.” The voice is like thunder in your head and you press your eyes shut in discomfort. “Left here alone, all by yourself….born to be a sacrifice…..” the voice is omnipresent and you can’t help but moan in pain it causes you. 

You miss the movement from the thing in the dark and are caught off guard when something cold and sharp points against your cleavage. Your eyes snap open and you are terrified to see this enormous claw slightly press against you, ready to pierce your body if it feels like it. 

You try to stop breathing, to prevent yourself from stabbing yourself to death but the more your try the more erratic your breathing becomes. 

“Please….” You whisper once more, this time sure that you want it not to kill you. 

“Please….what?” the voice slaps you with the sheer volume in your head and you want to run away just because of that. 

“Please don’t hurt me.” You press out, eyes pressed together, waiting for the reply. 

“Don’t hurt you?” the voice sounds genuinely amused and the claw retrieves. Your body goes limp and your head falls forward, relieved that this weapon is nowhere near your body anymore. But this relief is only short-lived since you’re now face to face with a mouth full of sharp teeth; a long tongue darts out and caresses your face almost lovingly, leaving a hot and wet trail on your skin. 

“I would never hurt something so…..deliciously innocent like you….” The tongue darts back out and starts licking your cleavage this time, tasting the sweat on your skin and the fear that’s been oozing out every pore of your body since you’ve been chosen by your kingdom as a sacrifice. 

“Delicious indeed….”the voice hums before the whole head retrieves. Instead, the claw just cuts the chains that are tying you to the pole, freeing your body from its restraints. Without hesitation, your body reacts on its own and you try to sprint away and back towards the tunnel. It’s fight or flight and you know that you stand no chance against this monster in the cave. 

You stumble to the ground when something long and heavy comes crashing down only 10 feet in front of you, the shaking of the ground throws you off balance before you land on the ground as well. 

“What a foolish young thing….do you think I would ever let something so….pure….leave my cave?” The snake like thing creeps closer until it drags you towards the source of the voice. You claw at the thing and feel rough scales, some are even cutting into your hands. 

“Don’t run away, little thing…” You feel how the tail (?) starts closing around you, tighter and tighter like a snake ready to crush its prey. You try to climb over it but the scales are just too smooth and you can’t get a good grip to pull yourself up. 

The breath is slowly but surely pressed out of your body the tighter the tail wraps around you; your hands are pounding against but to no avail. Your eyes roll back when you feel how your bones are about to give it; your ribs will break and pierce your lungs, rendering you unable to survive this whole ordeal even remotely. You can see your life flash past your inner eye and you just can’t see where you have gone wrong. What did you do to deserve such an end?

“Are you already giving up, little thing?” the voice mocks you but you can’t reply even if you wanted. You can’t move, you can’t speak, you can’t breathe. You have already given up on life and accepted your inevitable death when the pressure around your body suddenly disappeared and you feel to the ground, your lungs taking in the much-needed air with every breath you take. It hurts but that only means that you’re still alive.

You feel cold eyes on you, watching your every move, your every reaction to the mercy this creature shows you. For now. 

You let yourself fall on your back and just lay there, caged by the tail and body and the dangerous head hovering above you, hungry eyes staring right back once you spot them. You want to scream once more but you’re too weak to find the strength to do it. You can make out yellow eyes that resemble the one of a snake or crocodile. 

You lift yourself up and try to inch backwards but bump into the monster’s tail which is preventing you from fleeing. The thing moves and lowers its head until it is lying flat on the floor. You could try to climb the tail once more or you can just run into the creature deadly mouth, letting it eat you. You do neither. Instead, you simply sit there in shock; your body wants to run away but your mind tells you to stay still. There is an inner turmoil inside of you but as long as your mind and body can’t come to an agreement you just sit there, unable to move. 

“Good girl….stop struggling and accept your fate…..” the head moves closer and closer until the nose is pressed against your body, the hot breath feeling like it’s melting your body. The thing is taking in a couple of deep breaths, memorizing your smell as if it is scared of not being able to remember your scent. 

“You smell so divine…I can almost not control myself….” His nose presses closer against your body, trapping you against his tail and mouth, the sharp teeth get caught on your dress, slowly ripping it apart (if intentionally or not you don’t know) but you’re not making a single sound. 

The scales on its face scrape over exposed skin, its tongue slithering over your body once more. 

“It’s been decades since I’ve last smelled something so delicious…” a huge claw wraps around your body and you’re being lifted up into the air. Strong wings take you higher and higher before you’re pressed against a wall.

“It’s not often that I show someone my true self but I will make an exception for you….” Your eyes widen when the claw around your body turns into a big hand, holding you up by the neck. The creature from before has turned itself into a human-looking shadow. Your legs struggle to find the ground and they kick against a pair of naked legs. 

The man comes closer and a completely naked body presses against yours, surprisingly soft lips ghost your cheek. You can feel his long hair tickle your skin. A purr, somewhat like that of a cat rumbles through his chest as his other strong hand travels up and down your side. 

“Dragons are greedy creatures.” He whispers. “…and I want to eat you alive with everything you have.” A whimper escapes your mouth, your hands trying to push him away but to no avail. 

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The more time passes, the more difficult it becomes to suppress the feelings that keep growing deep inside of you – forbidden feelings you are not allowed to have but that are keeping you awake at night nevertheless, forcing you to do things you never thought you’d do since you became a handmaid. Whenever your fingers started moving inside of you, you imagined it being penis thrusting in and out of you. You know what he feels like, you know how hot his semen feels whenever he fills you up.

There are times where you weak up sweating in the middle of the night, the throbbing feeling of your wet cunt demanding you to take action and give you the much-needed relief. But it’s never really satisfying. So, you’ve come to look forward to the one night every month where you can truly be with him (and his wife).

Tonight is not different; you weak up sweating and flustered, your hair sticking to your damp skin. You slowly sit up in your bed, your eyes slowly getting used to your surroundings, the dark of the night only being illuminated by the full moon. The pictures of your dream are still flashing in front of your eyes, your tongue quickly wets your lips at the memory of the things the commander and you just did and the sweet words of confession he whispered into your ear while he took you on his bed from behind, his big body pressed flush against your back, his hot breath panting against the shell of your ear.

You get up, knowing fully well that burying your fingers inside your dripping cunt won’t do much. You have to try a different approach and just walk it off.

The cool feeling underneath your naked feet of the wooden floor brings your temperature down and lets the dizziness inside your head slowly disappear. You welcome the thoughts that become clearer with each step you take and how the heat that has been pooling between your legs becomes nothing more than a peripheral feeling in the back of you mind until it’s completely vanished.

When you walk out into the hallway, your eyes automatically find the door leading to the commander’s room. To your surprise the door is not shut completely, dim light shining through the small crack of the door. Curiosity gets the better of you and your feet make their way over to Shanks’ quarter, the heat between your legs now omnipresent, hitting you like a wave and carrying you off to only God knows where.

You have seen his room plenty of times; whenever neither the wife nor the commander are home you’ve sneaked into the bedroom, inspecting everything but being cautious enough not to leave any traces. So, your eyes naturally wander straight to the bed which is standing to the right of the room, in plain vision of the door.

Your breath catches in your throat when you see Shanks standing in front of his bed, his naked back turned towards you, exposing his muscular back. He is still wearing his pants but it doesn’t take him long to get rid of it, leaving him in only his boxers. He bends down, giving you a delicate view of his behind and picks up his pants, skillfully folding it with just one hand. Despite only having one arm left he does not appear to be handicapped by it.

He disappears out of your sight and you imagine him hanging his pants away in the drawer to the left of the room, opposite to the bed. You hope you can take a glimpse of his body one more time before he turns of the lights, your mind trying to imagine what he looks like from the front; his dick clearly visible underneath the fabric of his boxers.

“It’s rude to stare, Ofshanks.” The door is suddenly opened and you are face to face with a bare broad chest. Startled, you stumble back and your eyes grow wide at the realization that you’ve just been caught snooping around by no one less than the commander himself!

“I-I’m sorry, Sir. I just wanted to make sure that you are okay since I saw light….” You look down, grabbing your hand behind your back, waiting for the scolding (or punishment). There is silence before you hear a slight chuckle. Confused, you look up at him only to see his amused grin on directed at you. You heart flutters in your chest at the sight and you look down immediately, not wanting him to see how much he gets to you.

“How nice of you, Ofshanks. Very considerate. But as you can see I am rather fine, right?” he asks, forcing you to look up at him again. You swallow hard as your eyes slowly travel up his trained body, me memorizing every muscle that stretches underneath his skin. When you reach his face you notice his warm eyes watching you carefully, making you believe you even saw affection in his eyes.

“Yes, sir.” Your throat feels dry when you reply, sounding almost foreign in your own ears. Shanks knits his brows together and tilts his head to the side, apparently also hearing the unusual tone in your shaky voice. You clear your throat and reply once more with a now clearer “yes, sir”.

There is another moment of long silence where you just look at each other, the tension – at least from your side – rising the longer the silence continues. The little butterflies continue going wild inside your stomach and it feels like they are about to burst out of your body, ready to escape this tension you’re feeling.

“Is there anything you need?” you hear him ask, now realizing that you must’ve looked very stupid just standing in front of the commander. He is alright; you have no reason to still be here! And yet you can’t bring yourself to turn around and simply walk back to your room (or jump off the roof to save you from even more embarrassment).

Instead, you just stand there, unable to move nor to answer. Shanks sighs and scratches the back of his head, also seeming not too sure what to say. He’s always treated you like a human being and not just like some incubator for his child. Maybe this is the reason why you started falling for him. Humane people have become rather rare in these days and even though he is a part of this messed up system he has managed to steal your heart.

“You should go back to your room, Ofshanks.” He says. “Good night.” He tries to close the door but with a surge of confidence you press your hand against the door, holding it open before you slip inside the room, closing the door behind you right away. Your heart kept beating in your chest violently and your mind can’t quite comprehend what you are doing. But you chose to stop thinking and instead listen to your heart. You simply need to do this – for your own inner peace and your sanity. You can’t keep living with this uncertainty, even if it means potentially being hanged in front of the wall.

“Ofshanks, what are you-“ but you cut him off.

His eyes grow wide when you wrap your arms around his neck, your body pressing against his hard muscles and your mouth finds his soft lips, the stubbles of his beard slightly scratching against your skin. You feel light-headed as you move your lips against his, his unique smell flooding your senses.

You’re too caught up in the moment that you interpret the big hand on your shoulder in the wrong way. Only when he starts shoving at you do you realize that is not reciprocating the kiss. Shocked yet unwillingly, you take a step back, your lips feel hot and long for his again. He still has his hand on your shoulder and keeps you away at arm’s length, a stern look on his features.

“Ofshanks, why did you do this?” he asks calmly but there is a certain tone in his voice that makes you wary not to say the wrong thing. But you have to.

“S-Shanks, I lo-“

“Don’t say anything you might regret later, Ofshanks.” He cuts you off, looking right at you with harsh eyes that have formerly been warm and almost soft. You’ve overstepped a boundary, have misinterpreted the signs that actually haven’t been there in the first place and risked your life just to fulfill some childish needs. You have to make up for your mess-up and you need it to be convincing.

You lower your gaze, ready to suppress all the feelings you have for him. It’s fight or flight and you feel like flight is not the right option.

You clear your throat again before you start speaking, not raising your head again. “I’m deeply sorry, Commander. I clearly overstepped my boundaries. What I meant to say was ‘I’d love to please you, commander.’” Your heart arches at your words but this is the only justifiable explanation other than you catching feelings for the man in front of you so you need to make the best out of this situation.

Shanks doesn’t seem to buy it though. Of course not, he’s a smart man and not easily fooled. But he can’t disprove you so he has to go with it. His hand comes up to your chin, raising your head to look at him. You still want to melt at the sight but you have to be strong.

“Please me? Ofshanks, this is not your job. You’re here to carry my and my wife’s baby and we will be forever thankful for that but this is where I have to draw the line. Now, please leave my room. I have to wake up early tomorrow and need some more sleep.” Your heart sinks at his words; he isn’t even attracted to you in this way? All this time, this has all been one-sided?

You have to suppress the tears forming in your eyes and you lower your head, nodding silently before you turn around, grabbing the door handle and open the door. You feel his eyes on you as you leave and the sound of the door closing behind you is like a loud bang in your ear, making you flinch.

Once you’re back in the dark hallway you can’t hold back the tears anymore and they start rolling down your cheeks, the immense pain you feel not even comparable to the pain you had to endure during your training as a handmaid.

Your last hope of what would come closest to love has been crushed by Shanks rejecting you. You feel betrayed by your own feelings; how could they have you believe that you had any chance of being with him in any other way than handmaid and commander? How foolish can you be?

“What can I do for you, Oflaw?” he sits down on his chair, folding his hands in front of his chest, his elbows resting on the arm rests. You fold your hands behind your back while slowly coming closer. Your eyes skim your surroundings as you make your way over to him.

“I…I have a favor, Sir.” You start, your stomach tightening at your words ever so slightly. This could go many ways and most of them don’t have a favorable outcome for you. But you simply have to ask him. You’re dying to see your little monkey again.

“A favor?” he asks. “That’s unusual.” He shifts in his chair, now resting his head against his closed fist, his other hand casually lying on the armrest. You look at him briefly and see and amused glint in his eyes but you’re not too sure why he could be amused.

“I know, Sir.” You respond, not elaborating on said ‘favor’. Law waits for you to speak further but when he realizes that your mouth seems to be shut tightly, he sighs in annoyance, the amusement he was feeling earlier not turning sour. “I suppose it can’t be such a huge favor if you can’t open your mouth to ask me in the first place.” He states. You flinch at his words, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Commander Trafalgar, I want to see my son.” You almost blurt out, the knot in your stomach growing bigger and bigger, tightening so hard and spreading throughout your whole body until it reaches your throat, making it hard for you to breathe. You’re now looking at the Commander directly, your own eyes wide like a deer’s while his are unimpressed and rather bored at your request. He doesn’t seem surprised at all, as if he’s anticipated it the whole time.

Law sighs once again and slowly shakes his head, his one hand opening the drawer to his desk, fishing a glass and a bottle of alcohol out of it. “You know I can’t do this, Oflaw. This is against the law.” He replies but by his tone you know that he doesn’t actually care about the law. You’ve always been suspicious of him actually believing all this shit in the first place but who are you to question him?

“Please! I need to see him! I haven’t seen him in so long! I won’t interact with him, I just need to know that he’s okay!” you plead, taking a few steps forward until your thighs almost touch the edge of his desk. Your hands are clutched together in front of your chest and you look at him desperately.

Law pours himself a drink before he looks back at you, still unimpressed. “The answer is no, Oflaw. Now, go back to your room.” He orders you before taking a sip of his drink. You want to cry, really but you hold the tears back, taking in a deep breath. He won’t get rid of you so easily. You want to see your son and you will try to do everything in your power to reach your goal.

With a surge of confidence, you grab the glass out of his hand, catching him off guard as he can only watch when you take a sip of the drink yourself. The alcohol burns your mouth and your throat but this is exactly what you need right now. It’s not a lot but just this one sip gives you even more strength to follow through with your plan.

“I hope you’re not pregnant, Oflaw.” Law states dryly, the amusement from before now back in his eyes. You look him straight in the eye while your lips touch the rim of the glass again. You throw your head back quickly, emptying the content completely. With a silent thud you put the glass down, your tongue licking over your lips to taste the rest of the burning liquor on your tongue.

Your hands reach up to remove the white cover from your hair and opening your hair, letting it fall down, framing your face perfectly. “What are you doing?” you hear him ask but you don’t give a response. Instead, slowly open the red dress, letting it slide down your body, revealing your not so flattering underwear.

Law’s eyes stay on your face, not even a little fazed by your sudden action. Has he anticipated this as well?

Trying to shake off the uncertainty, you step out of the dress before you take off your shoes, placing them neatly in front of the desk. When you get up to round the table you’re caught off guard when you see your commander standing next to the desk. When did he get up and how can he be so quiet?

Instinctively, you take a step back, leading to him taking a step forth. Both his hands are casually slipped inside his pockets as he casually makes his way over towards you until he has you cornered against the cold wall. You swallow hard at the close proximity, the heat that is radiating from his body is almost too much.

“You really want to wake sleeping dogs, Oflaw?” he asks, his voice a low murmur, sending shivers down your spine. “Trying to seduce a commander is a crime.” He continues and you can’t help but to wonder if it really is. Maybe if people found out…

“My decision is clear, Oflaw. I will not let you see your son.” His right hand comes up to your face, grabbing your chin not harshly but not gently either. Your heart is beating in your chest, trying to escape your body like a prisoner in his cell. How could you be so stupid? Why did you think you could convince him with a sexual favor? He has been ‘having sex’ with you for the last couple of months and he can do it over and over and over again as long as he wishes!

He leans forward until his lips brush against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. You can hear the silent shuffle of his other hand leaving his pocket and shortly after you feel it press against your lower stomach before it dips inside your granny panties. You gasp in shock and try to wiggle yourself out of this situation but his grip on your chin holds you in place.

When Law’s warm fingers brush over your clit, you take in a sharp breath, mouth slightly agape. A low chuckle is his response as he moves his digits across your folds, feeling how you’re becoming wetter and wetter for him. Your body is reacting on its own, leaving you no room to actively push against him. He’s not going to grant your wish; he’s simply taking advantage of you! For fuck’s sake, stop him, Y/n! your mind screams at you, yelling for you to get the hell out of here but you can’t move.

It’s been too long since someone touched you like this and you didn’t know that your body craved this sort of touch until now. Still, you know it’s wrong; you shouldn’t be doing this in the first place. Desperation led you to this situation and now you have to live with the consequences.

The hand on your chin slowly moves down your throat and to your chest, feeling your soft flesh underneath the undershirt. His big hand starts kneading your breast surprisingly good and you can’t help but lean into his touch. Maybe if you play along he will reconsider and grant your wish. At least that’s what you desperately think.

You can’t hold back the shy moan when two of his digits slip past your wet folds and start pumping inside of you, making wet at lewd sounds while he’s at it. You feel how your knees start to buckle underneath you but his hands keep you up somehow.

Your wild pants and the occasional moan can be heard in the office in contrast to the commander who is dead silent. You wouldn’t even be sure if he was still breathing if it wasn’t for his mouth right next to your ear.

When he curled his fingers inside of you just the right way, a loud moan slipped past your lips and your tightened around his digits, moving your hips against his thrusts. A low growl was his response; a primal and animalistic sound that was rumbled through his chest and resonated in your own body, letting the sweet feeling inside of you increase even more.

This is wrong. This is so wrong and yet it feels so good. You bring your hands up to his chest, feeling the strong muscles underneath his dress shirt. You undo the tie around his neck before your hands start unbuttoning the shirt, revealing a big tattoo which takes you by surprise. Commanders are allowed to have tattoos?

Your hands move down, feeling the abs in his stomach before your reach the waistband of his pants. You bite your lower lip when you take a deep breath through your nose, letting your hand move over the fabric of his pants one time, feeling the big bulge underneath it. A low “fuck” is Law’s response and he adds another finger, now violently pumping into you.

In the heat of the moment, you open his pants swiftly and let your hand disappear inside it. You can feel his hard pubic hair that leads straight to the desired meat between his legs, already hot and heavy in your hand when you close your fingers around it.

You start to awkwardly pump his dick in your hand, spreading the pre-cum that has been gathering at his tip over the whole length. You feel a prominent vein running down his shaft and you trace it with one finger, forcing another “fuck” out of his mouth.

“Damnit!” he hisses when you clench around his fingers, his mouth finding your neck and plastering it with wet and sloppy kisses. He knows he can’t mark you even when the urge is so strong. You whimper at his touch, closing your eyes and enjoying the sweet treatment he’s giving you. How long has it been since a man has made you feel this way? Too long…

With a low grunt Law removes his fingers from your dripping core and he impatiently pulls your panties down, exposing your glistering sex to his hungry eyes. He harshly grabs both your wrists and pulls them up above your head, pinning them against the wall with one hand. Your breath is shaky and you look up at him with lust filled eyes.

His free hand grabs your thigh and pulls it up, his dick lining up with your sex perfectly. You feel how his cock is teasing your clit, making you move against him in response. Law stops in his movement and presses his whole body against you but not entering you yet.

“Good and upright is the Lord. He is kind, merciful and righteous. God cannot be deceived for He knows what’s in your heart. Let no one deceive you with empty words because of such things God’s wrath comes on those who are disobedient.” Law cites, then stops for a moment. He leans in again until his lips are back against your ear.