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One Piece

Trafalgar Law x Calm-Calm Fruit User F! Reader

Shanks x F! Bartender! Reader PT. 1

Roronoa Zoro x F! Swordswoman! Reader

Eustass Kid x F! Captured Vice Admiral! Reader

How Law fucks makes love to F! Reader

Portgas D Ace x F! Childhood Best Friend Reader

Jujutsu Kaisen

Hiromi Higuruma x F! Intern Reader

My Hero Academia

Hawks x Villain F! Reader

Pro Hero! Bakugo x F! Reader

Valorant

Vincent "Chamber" Fabron x F! Reader

Genshin Impact

Arataki Itto x F! Reader

Summary: Virgin, needy, inexperienced Law is so unbelievably grateful you exist in his life, and he wants to make sure you feel just how deep his devotion goes.

Word Count: 2.1k

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Law doesn't "fuck." No, you're far too precious to be roughly thrown left and right like that. When Law has you in his bed, he takes his time, worshipping every inch of you. He places sweet kisses along any inch of your skin he has access to: your lips, cheek, jaw, nose. One hand remains anchored to the back of your neck, tilting your head up while the other cups your cheek, calloused fingers holding you so gently, a stark contrast to the brutal swordsmanship and commandeering of Law's typical day-to-day. When his eyes open to admire the view of the stunning woman in front of him, his breath nearly escapes his throat.

You're panting, lips swollen, gaze slightly glossed over, but your eyes remain locked on his. God, he's got no idea what he did to deserve you. And he doesn't know if he's doing any of this right. But the fact that you're here, looking at him like that. That's more than enough.

So when he holds you closer, breathing in your scent, his tattooed skin against yours, he allows himself this one moment of softness. You're his sanctuary. His calm amidst the storm. His everything. Every touch a gift he never thought he'd be deserving of. His hands grip your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles against you as he pulls you impossibly closer to him.

When your hands tangle into the hair on the back of his neck, he groans out a low "fuck..." not a curse, more like an admission to himself revealing just how desperate he is for you.

You pull him closer, your faces inches apart before he closes the distance slowly, giving you all the time to pull away. The kiss starts out tentative, Law grateful just to have his lips against yours. But as your embrace deepens, he gets needier, hands reaching up to cup your face, holding onto the woman he loves.

When you two finally pull apart to catch your breaths, your eyes meet once more and you can't help but let out a little giggle at how sweet this secret moment between the two of you really is. With the tension broken, Law's lips quirk up into a small smile of his own. Your eyes never leave his as you lift up your top and bra, knowing you'd have to take some initiative, otherwise Law would've been perfectly content just kissing and holding you. As you grab onto his wrist, guiding his hand to your exposed chest, you feel his pulse pounding. Law's breath hitches as he finds his palm pressed up against the softness of your breasts. It feels wrong, getting to see such an intimate part of you, and Law's sure his ears are a shade of red too dark to be considered normal, but he allows himself one squeeze, just to be sure this is all real. The quiet moan that escapes your lips following his touch spurs Law on to continue, determined to coax out more noises of satisfaction from you.

His hands wander down, caressing the skin of your stomach, waist, and hips the whole way. With one light tug at the hem of your shorts, Law looks up at you, pupils dilated so far you could barely see the amber of his irises, as his pleading eyes asked their wordless question: Can I?

You look down at the man between your legs. His dark hair, the heavy black tattoos blazoned across his arms, and the way he stared up at you like you were the sole light of his universe. You stared at him a brief moment, smiled, and then nodded.

With your permission, Law lifted your hips and slid your pants and panties down in one motion. What a vision, he thought to himself, what a perfect vision.

Almost hesitantly, he brings one finger to your dripping slit, not pushing in quite yet, just savoring your warmth and admiring just how needy you were for him.

You whine, "Law, stop teasing..." and like the gentleman he is, he obeys, slowly slipping one finger into your aching cunt.

His eyes remain glued to your face, studying every breath you take, every twitch of your body. He wants to get this right. Wants to make you feel things you've never felt before. Wants you to feel just how hopelessly devoted he is.

His finger curls up, pressing against that spongy part inside you that has you moaning out his name. Each thrust of his finger inside you is calculated, aimed with the precision only the Surgeon of Death would be capable of, designed to bring you to ecstasy as soon as possible. When he feels you straying away from orgasm, he slides an extra finger inside you, his middle and ring fingers working you back to the brink. "Is it too much for you, sweetheart?" he murmurs against your ear, free hand rubbing soothing circles against your cheek.

Any word you try to utter out comes out as a breathless moan, so you shake your head, never wanting him to stop. Law had never seen you like this before, completely drowning in pleasure, to all the sensations he was giving you. Hell, he probably could have cum just from the sight of you like this. But his fingers worked steadfast in their goal. As he felt your walls clenching around him, he gave one final deep thrust that had your thighs clamping down around his hand, head thrown back as your orgasm washed over.

Seeing you lost in bliss almost did it for him right then and there, his erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Law looked down at you, the way you were still catching your breath, cheeks flushed, hair a mess. And damn it all if it wasn't the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.

"You're gorgeous like this," he murmured, a slight smile blooming across his face as he lay beside you, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"Law~" you moan out with a slight, breathless chuckle, tangling your fingers into his hair as you pulled him closer. "Are we fucking or what?"

Your blunt words brought Law to a pause. He wanted to. Of course he did. But at the same time, this immense sense of terror and uncertainty rushed over him at the vulnerability in the act. With his heartbeat thrumming in his ears, Law murmured, "Do- do you want to? Right now? I mean– I could... if you– if you wanted–"

As much as you loved hearing Law's voice and rambling, you craved his touch more. You assured him of your willingness with one more sweet kiss. You moved your lips against his, nipping down at his bottom lip ever so slightly before pulling away and humming out a quick "yes."

Your hum was all the confirmation he needed. Law's hands fumbled with his zipper, kicking off his jeans, as you tugged at the bottom of his tank top. He let you take it off, revealing the intricate swirls of tattoos that decorated his chest, an aspect of himself he never revealed to the world. Law's breath hitched as your fingertips trailed across his abdomen, soft fingers gliding across the hard planes of his body. Your eyes stared up at him, focused on every detail. The way the dark ink contrasted against his tanned skin, you memorized every scar with a reverence that said you never wanted to forget him. And Law relished that feeling.

He leaned down bringing another peck to your cheek as he reached into his boxers and freed his length. His cock was long, so hard the tip pressed against his stomach, beading a single drop of pre-cum that betrayed just how desperate he was to bury himself inside you. A prominent vein jutted across the side of his shaft, pulsing in time with the thrumming of his heartbeat as he wrapped a hand around himself, lining up with your weeping slit. "I need you to talk to me, alright?" he whispered against your skin, heart hammering as he pressed the broad head of his cock against your aching entrance.

Law reached down with his free hand, grabbing your wrist, before interlacing his fingers with yours. He kissed you one last time, then shallowly thrusted just the tip inside you. "Ready?" he breathed out, voice trembling, but he'd never admit to it.

When you nodded, he pushed his way into you, inch by inch. His palm squeezed yours, veins protruding from the back of his hand, as he anchored himself to your warmth. With his cock hilted into your pussy, Law stilled, swallowing hard as he allowed your body to adjust to the foreign intrusion. "God," he groaned, voice dropping to a lower octave, as he rested his forehead against yours, "you feel so fucking– perfect."

"Law, feels so full..." you mewl out beneath him at the way his cock perfectly stretched your insides. He reached a depth inside you you had never known before, and you could feel every twitch of him against your walls, begging for more friction. When he finally pulled back, Law's hands shifted down to grip both sides of your hips, holding onto you with a force just shy of bruising. He thrusted inside of you just once, his breath catching in his throat. Your walls coaxed him on, throbbing around his cock and holding on as if your body were pleading with his to stay inside you.

"You alright?" he grunted out, hips pulling back from your skin as he pried himself out of your slick heat.

You whined at the emptiness, pussy clenching against nothing, desperately wanting Law back. "D-don't stop," you managed to moan out, "please..."

"Aye aye," he teased, cocky lilt reentering his voice despite the dark flush painted across his cheeks. He pushed himself back into you with one deep thrust, tip kissing against your cervix as your cunt wrapped around him. Your hands found his back, clawing at the jolly roger inked onto his skin as his hips rutted against you.

"Sweetheart, fuck..." Law's head fell back with a low groan as your nails dug into his flesh, leaving bright red marks showing just how deep your love ran. He shifted a hand to your clit, fingers rubbing tight circles against the sensitive pearl while he continued those deep thrusts aimed at wringing out every ounce of pleasure from your body. Law adjusted his hold on you, pulling you closer to him, your chest pressed up against his as he chased his release. Sloppy kisses peppered your sweat-slicked skin as Law trailed his mouth down your cheek, jaw, neck. Your hands explored every muscle on Law's body, fingers gripping his biceps as the symphony of Law's grunts and your whimpers filled the room.

Your legs wrapped around Law's waist, pulling him deeper as your walls fluttered around his cock, the first signs of your impending orgasm. Law swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing as he gazed down at you, eyes shut, both hands clinging onto him as if he were the only thing worth holding on to.

Seeing your desperation, Law drove himself into you, determined to bring you to euphoria. His cock dragged across your walls, throbbing inside you as your cunt pulsed around him, milking him for his own orgasm. With one more deep thrust and a press of his palm against your clit, your legs clamped down around him, locking Law in place. The breath from your lungs escaped you as your back arched off the bed, fingers digging into Law's arms for some sense of grounding as you reached your high.

Your expression of ecstasy coupled with your cunt's clencing against him pushed Law over the edge as well. Law chased his own orgasm with shallow desperate thrusts as he finally buried himself inside you, his seed flooding into your core as he held you against him.

Your scratches streaked across his back, his sloppy kisses trailed down your throat to your stomach. Both of you utterly claimed by each other.

You could feel his shallow, panting breaths. His sticky skin against yours. But most importantly, without even lifting your eyelids, you could feel his adoring gaze as he looked down at the woman who had just given him everything and more.

He was ruthless. Nothing but a cold-blooded pirate leaving destruction in his path. That's why, against Sengoku's warnings, you were determined to bring Eustass "Captain" Kid to justice. Even if you had to do it all by yourself.

Which led you here, chained up on the deck of the Victoria Punk, hands tied behind your back, while the domineering captain towered over you. You glanced up, taking in the way the pirate scowled down at you with disgust. Mustering up the courage to speak, you managed to grumble out, "It's only a matter of time before you're brought to justice. Pirate scum."

Upon hearing your words, Kid's gaze immediately flicked down to challenge yours. His eyes bore an intensity that the wanted posters failed to convey as they narrowed into slits that barely revealed the amber of his iris. In a single step he was inches away from you, teeth clenched as he glared at his little captive who dared retaliate against him. "Do you know who the hell you're talking to, woman?"

From his angle above you, you could see every battle-worn scar that streaked across his face. A purpling bruise tainted the tanned skin of his jaw, and a prominent gash scathed the left side of his face.

He reached down, just one hand enough to encapsulate the circumference of your throat as you found yourself lifted off the ground, gasping for air. For the first time in your life, you felt defenseless. Exposed. Vulnerable. Under Kid's hold, you were nothing more than a ragdoll, that word "justice" that you so proudly wore on the back of your white, pristine jacket now nothing but a sheer joke. What Kid had planned for you wasn't justice. It was pure, unadulterated dominance.

With one grunt, Kid hauled you over his shoulder, briskly taking you below deck. Then, below below deck. Straight to the brig. As he unlocked the cell door, Kid unceremoniously tossed you onto the cold, dungeon floor, slamming and locking the door shut with a final click. Without another glance back, he headed straight for the exit.

"It won't be long until you're rotting behind bars yourself, Eustass," you mutter, maintaining that look of defiance that Kid wanted nothing more than to reprimand out of you.

He paused at the doorway before turning and striding back into your prison. Kneeling down, he growled, "You're on my ship. Captured by my crew. Bound at my mercy. The least you could do is sit there and take it like a good little marine." He stood up, towering over you.

At a loss for more intimidating words, you take action instead, spitting on his boot. As the glob of saliva landed at his feet, Kid's expression darkened to a depraved smirk. "That's how you want to play? Fine, I'll play."

Grabbing your collar, he tore open the front of your top, exposing you to his unabashed gaze. You flushed in embarrassment, unable to cover yourself due to your bound wrists, the only movement you were allowed was to turn your head away. Kid leaned down, watching you with vile satisfaction. "Not so tough now, huh?"

His massive scarred frame loomed over you, effectively trapping you beneath him as Kid pushed you against the wall, sliding off your jacket and the remaining fabric of your top. The stone walls of the brig sent goosebumps down your skin, the cold surface biting against your exposed flesh.

You continued to avoid his gaze, not allowing Kid the satisfaction of seeing the fear in your eyes. Noticing your discomfort, Kid dug his nails into your jaw, turning your head back to face him. The two of you were mere millimeters apart. So close you could feel his breath on your face as he spoke, "You think your sense of justice makes you better than me? Makes you untouchable? We're gonna see just how touchable you really are."

You stared at him head-on, refusing to give him the fear he desperately craved to see escape you. Watching that defiant look plastered on your face, Kid laughed, the sound dark and echoing against the icy walls of the cell. God, he was gonna have so much fun breaking you.

He glanced down at your exposed chest, hands moving to grope your flesh, the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to your frigid surroundings. "These are some nice tits, shame they're wasted on an uptight priss like you." He brought two metallic fingers up to clamp against your other nipple, while his flesh hand palmed at your other breast greedily. The mixture of temperatures around you sent jolts up your spine, but you still refused to let out a single peep. Kid watched as your breaths deepened, yet your jaw was still clenched tight, not letting out a single moan.

"Come on, Vice Admiral. What happened to that yappy little mouth of yours?" Kid taunted, pinching your nipples tighter, twisting them with a force that had you biting down on your lip just to muffle the gasp threatening to escape your throat. Kid drawled, watching as you struggled to maintain that classic marine composure. "Ah-ah, I saw that. You're not as sneaky as you think."

"This'll get you to sing," he grinned, roughly shoving his flesh hand down your pants, completely popping off the button as his touch wandered down with reckless abandon. You felt the calloused tips of his fingers traveling up your inner thighs, forcefully parting them with the same brute strength that tore apart entire villages. Now, that same strength was going to tear you apart. When his hand finally reached your slick heat, he didn't hesitate, immediately sliding two fingers inside you. "Goddammit, look at you, soaking wet for me. You're getting off on this, aren't you?" He continued pumping two fingers inside you. shifting so his palm pressed up against your aching clit. Your back arched off the stone walls, as your teeth bit down on your lip so hard you could taste the sting of iron seeping from the bite.

His other hand worked to take your pants off all the way, leaving you a naked, exposed mess beneath him. Kid's thick, rough fingers continued their assault, curling up against that spongy part inside you that had you seeing stars. Your cunt pulsed needily around his fingers, a primal, treasonous reaction your mind desperately tried to reject, but your body couldn't deny. The sheer friction of his hand coupled with the heavy weight of his palm grinding relentlessly against your clit was pushing you dangerously close to the edge. Kid let out a dark, guttural growl at the tight, wet clench of your walls, his amber eyes flashing with a wicked triumph as he felt you twitching around his fingers. He didn't slow down. Instead, he angled his hand deeper, driving his knuckles hard against you with a punishing, relentless rhythm that almost knocked the breath out of your lungs.

And just when you were about to teeter off the edge into ecstasy, he pulled his fingers out. Body aching at the sudden emptiness, you clenched your jaw to hide the whine that almost escaped your lips. Watching your cunt pulsating around nothing, Kid chuckled, as he dragged a finger through the creamy arousal seeping out of you. "You really need it bad, don't you?"

Kid's hands hastily moved to undo his zipper, freeing his hard, weeping length. You had to stifle a gasp at its sheer thickness, adorned with a singular barbell piercing which jutted through the bulbous head of his cock. He wrapped a hand around his shaft, lubricating it with his own pre-cum before grabbing your thighs to align himself with your slit.

Without wasting another second, Kid slammed himself in you to the hilt, stretching your cunt in ways that tilted your head back as your back arched off the cold ground, goosebumps dotting along your skin, not from the chilly stone, but from the sheer force of the cock dominating you from the inside out. Unable to hold back any longer, you gasp out, mouth opened wide as a shattered cry tore from your throat.

"There she is," Kid grinned, victoriously as he thrusted inside you relentlessly. You could feel the cold iron of his piercing inside you, providing the perfect amount of friction against your core that had you a shuddering, panting mess as it slid within your walls so perfectly. This wasn't just sex. It was a complete power play. It was complete domination. And Kid loved every second of it. Your moans spilled from your lips, the floodgates of your willpower unable to withstand the pleasure-pain of the cock claiming every inch of your cunt. He stared down at your dazed, fucked-out expression, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as he pounded into you with an animalistic drive. "Come here, come here," he grunted out, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks to keep your eyes locked on his as he continued his claiming. Leaning down, he gathered a thick pool of saliva in his mouth and spit directly between your parted lips.

"Swallow that f' me, yeah?" Kid growled, his large hand clamping over your mouth to compel you to swallow the degrading offering.

The hot taste of him hit the back of your throat, a stark and undeniable mark of your complete submission. And despite it all, you swallowed. A choked, pathetic whine vibrated against his palm as his hips continued to slam against yours without mercy. "There we go, I knew you'd come around." He teased, removing his hand from your lips so he could continue hearing those sweet desperate moans.

With one move, Kid flipped you over, snapping the chains that bound your wrists with his bare hands and leaving you on your hands and knees as he took you from behind. "That's a good marine bitch," he cooed, slapping the flesh of your ass as he sustained the brutal pace of his thrusts. "Fuck, that's it. Squeeze me just like that. You're begging for it, aren't ya?" Kid grunted, as his thrusts became less controlled, slamming in and out of you driven by carnal instinct alone. Bringing a hand to your clit, he rubbed tight, relentless circles, determined to take you over the edge with him. With one final thrust, he pulled out and slammed his cock deep inside you, metal piercing brushing against your cervix as his seed flooded your womb. The feeling of complete fullness had you seeing stars as your thighs shut instinctively, pussy spasming as your own orgasm washed through you, chest rising and falling as you collapsed against the cold, hard ground.

"Fuck," he groaned. "That's what I like to see." He grinned, standing and pulling his pants back up, buckling his belt and turning to leave.

Kid left the door opened, not even bothering to turn around before he spoke: "I'm leaving the door open, you can get off the ship once we dock at the next island."

"One more thing, Vice Admiral," he drawled the title like it were a joke, "Next time you want to be the hero, why don't you come after me again? Then we can relive this whole damn thing. I'd like to see how long 'justice' prevails next time."

Almost midnight. Katsuki would be home any minute now. Crime rates had been skyrocketing recently, forcing your boyfriend to work overtime, fighting villains deep into the night. Yes, infamous hero Dynamight loved protecting Japan from the plethora of villains plaguing its streets, but nothing brought him more joy than being with you.

So, when he came home and saw you lying in bed, so deliciously waiting for him, he couldn't resist. Barely managing to kick off his boots, he yanked the covers off and crashed himself on top of you. His head lay next to your chest, arms wrapping around your waist.

He grumbled against your skin, "Missed you," before climbing up to lay beside you, planting a soft kiss on your lips. He smelled like smoke, a gust of that ashy, lingering whiff of danger filling your senses as he brought his face next to yours. And yet, underneath it all, you couldn't deny the faintest trace of caramel that undertoned his scent. Though he'd deny it if you ever brought up the fact he smelled sweet. But he did, bearing a sweetness that made you want to pull him all the more closer.

You set your phone down, leaning into him. "Did you save the world again today?" You whisper with that little grin, tone dripping with affection and a tiny ounce of teasing Katsuki couldn't help but smile at. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he let out a small hum of agreement before he peppered your neck with bites and kisses, savoring the skin of the beautiful woman he called his.

"Katsuki~~"

But your whines did nothing to slow the man down. He was obsessed with every lilt of your voice, every sensation of you against him.

"Katsuki, aren't you tired?" You chuckle breathlessly, weaving a hand into his hair, seemingly sharp spikes parting for your fingers effortlessly. You murmur, "let me take care of you for once."

And who was he to deny his woman. Especially with an offer that tempting. Katsuki grumbled as he pulled away, hooded eyes gazing down at you. "You sure you're up for it, Princess? Last I remember, I was the one who had you screaming and crying for me. You gonna be able to live up to the challenge?"

You rolled your eyes, sitting up as you pushed him down on his back, mattress creaking under his sudden weight. "Shut up already," you giggle, climbing on top of him as you leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. The kiss was heated, his tongue still working against yours despite his position underneath you. Each nip he took at your bottom lip a feeble attempt at remaining in control, but even he couldn't deny the adrenaline rush that came from receiving all you had to offer. As you continued to grind your hips against his core, you deepened the kiss, hands cupping his cheeks and bringing him impossibly closer. The feel of your soft hands against his rough, sweat-stained face was enough to make Katsuki groan into the kiss, hands shifting up your body and digging into your hips.

Your hands expertly removed piece by piece of his uniform, his suit, once worn with pride, now tossed onto the bedroom floor without a second thought. He looked perfect beneath you, solid abs rising up and down with every shallow breath he took, eyes never straying from yours.

You whisper into his ear as you caressed his cheek, other hand running down his chest, "I like you like this. So strong. So handsome. All mine~"

You couldn't help but stroke his ego just a little bit, he deserved it after all.

You moved your way down his chest, leaving a trail of kisses and licks before stopping above his belt. "Let me make you feel good, okay? Tell me if you like it."

"God, Princess. You know just what to say don't you?" he rasped, hands moving down to undo his belt before you stop him.

"Let me." You purr, hands deftly sliding his belt off with a precision that could only have developed from your countless nights together. And when you freed his cock, tip already leaking with drops of precum, you instantly pressed a kiss to its head, lips still coated with saliva from your kiss.

"Fuck–don't fucking tease me like that, baby," he groaned, back arching off the mattress, desperate for more.

"Be a good hero and be patient," you purr, pressing soft kisses to his length, occasionally licking the arousal dripping down his cock. You didn't rush. No, you savored his taste. With each lick along his cock, Katsuki trembled beneath you, hands clawing at the sheets as he fought the urge to grab you and slam his cock down your throat. But for you, he waited. He'd wait until the sky came crashing down for you.

And finally, when your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, Katsuki let out a guttural groan, relishing the feeling of your warmth. Your mouth worked against him, cheeks hollowed as your lips slid back and forth against him, each instance of friction bringing him more ecstasy than the last. He brought his hands up to tangle into your hair, not pushing, just placing them there, as if to verify that this really was happening. That you were sucking his cock out of your own volition, just because you wanted to make him feel good.

The thought alone could've brought him to orgasm right there. As he looked down at you, diligently working to bring him closer to the edge, his cock twitched in your mouth.

"So. Fucking. Close," he grunted out.

And when you pulled away, denying him release, a sharp gasp tore from his lungs as his hips instinctively surged upward, desperate for more of you. "Princess, please. Don't fuck with me, baby. C'mon. Baby, please."

"Relax, Kats," you hum, kicking off your shorts and panties, "You'd prefer this, right?"

"Fuck–damn right I do. C'mere baby, c'mon," he urged you, cock practically vibrating with pent up desire, waiting to be wrapped up inside you. You climbed back up, hovering over his aching cock. As you lifted up your top, baring your chest to him, you finally sank down, piercing yourself on his length as you took all of him in one motion. Your head fell back at the sudden fullness, the way his cock twitched inside you as your slick walls clenched onto him like a vise leaving you breathless.

Without wasting another moment, you began moving, pace frantic and almost frenzied as you rode him, desperately chasing both of your releases. You leaned down into him once more, aching for more closeness, as Katsuki enveloped the peak of your breast in his mouth.

"Shit, Princess. You taste–you feel... so fucking good," he all but groaned out, bottoming out completely beneath you as he sucked at your hardened nipple.

Katsuki relished his dominance over his opponents on the battlefield. But this, this victory once he finally sank into the warmth of your pussy, once he finally had all of you before him, was the only conquest that made him feel. He was hopelessly addicted.

With each bounce on his cock, your walls fluttered against his cock, squeezing down and urging on his orgasm.

"Katsuki," you moan, "Are you close? I-I'm really close-"

"Way ahead of you," he growled out, suddenly bucking his hips upward as he circled his thumb roughly over your clit, determined to bring you to orgasm with him. With his thumb working you to ecstasy, you arched back as euphoria washed over you. As your climax hit, Katsuki's hips rammed into you with reckless abandon, hands moving to lock your hips against his as he flooded your cunt with his seed, ensuring you felt every pulse and throb of pleasure that washed over him.

The intensity of his release left Katsuki breathless, a guttural roar dying in the back of his throat as his body finally went rigid. He held you there, pinned against him with a strength that spoke of his absolute refusal to let go. Every pulse of his heat inside you sent fresh ripples of aftershocks through your core, leaving you trembling and spent against his broad chest.

When he finally mustered the ability to speak once more, he murmured against your hair, "That was... something, alright. Did a damn good job, Princess," he hummed, pressing a kiss to your head.

Training with Zoro was always exciting. The two of you would always push each other to your limits, sparring from sunrise to sunset. As the two of you continued to battle it out, the clashes of steel against steel rang through the crow's nest of the Thousand Sunny. You watched as sweat beaded down Zoro's neck, watched the way his throat bobbed up and down with every rough swallow. Even now, in this heated combat simulation, his face was dusted with a delicate light pink, each breath drawing a slight pant from his lips.

You were so damn distracted.

That's why you slipped up. Too caught up in your daydreams about the green-haired swordsman in front of you, you let your guard down, faltering for the briefest moment. But Zoro, focused on the training, kept swinging relentlessly. With your short pause and Zoro's rapid attacks, you suddenly felt the cool slice of steel against your cheek. Just a quick knick. But enough to draw blood.

Zoro sheathed his swords, instantly grabbing your face, examining the damage. "Shit—! Sorry."

"No, no—that was my own mistake. I..." You pause, sheathing your own sword, "I got distracted."

He slides his thumb against your cheek, collecting the crimson liquid before rubbing it on his pants. "You're bleeding," he states bluntly, watching as more blood begins seeping from the wound.

"Don't touch it, Zoro. It's disgusting," you murmur, unable to face him with his close proximity to you.

"It's just blood... nothing gross about that. Plus, its your blood."

"So?"

"So, that fact that you're the one bleeding means I'm still the better swordsman," he flashes his signature shit-eating smirk, always eager to assert his dominance. "Which is why I like seeing you bleed."

You scoff, chuckling nonetheless. "You're gross."

The comment brings a light smile to Zoro's lips, his eyes never drifting away from your face. Leaning in, breath lingering just beside your ear, he whispers, "How'd you know?"

Then, slick, warm muscle glides against your cut. Just one quick drag, as his tongue collects your sweet, carmine nectar. The taste of sweat and iron blending into a flavor of pure sin.

"Zoro-!" you gasp, temperature suddenly getting far too hot. Knees getting far too wobbly. Inner thighs getting far too wet.

"What?" he purrs with a feigned nonchalance, "Didn't want you to bleed on yourself."

You look away, flustered at just how feral his tongue against your skin made you feel. Heart racing, yearning for more. From this closeness, you could truly admire just how perfect the man in front of you was. His broad shoulders practically cornered you against the walls of the crow's nest, as you felt the rise and fall of his chest against yours. Zoro stared down at you, gaze lingering with an expression nothing short of starvation, as he licked his lips. He cupped your jaw in his palm, grabbing your chin with a gentleness contrasting the rough exterior of his calloused hand, forcing your eyes to meet his. Not another word needed to be said before he leaned in, lips hovering just above yours, as if waiting to make sure you wouldn't resist, before he closed the distance, connecting the two of you in the most intimate way.

Every fiber of your being ignited the moment his mouth crashed against yours. It wasn’t a soft kiss, nor was it tentative; it was a claim. It tasted of salt, iron, and the raw, unbridled adrenaline that always followed a fight. It tasted dangerous.

Your muffled whimpers against his lips only fueled Zoro on more, grip releasing your jaw to snake up your shirt instead. His jagged touch grazed lightly against you, a jarring contrast against the smooth, delicate skin you always kept hidden beneath your clothes. Each brush Zoro left against your skin sent chills down your spine, his every caress laced with sheer want. He indulged himself, letting his hand slide under your bra, kneading at your chest, as his fingers pinched down torturously around your nipple, earning a soft moan from your lips.

He leaned in once more, unable to resist the urge to tease. That bastard. "Always so goddamn vocal."

With a sudden, powerful movement, Zoro hoisted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to keep from falling. He slammed you back against the sturdy wooden wall of the crow’s nest, grinding his hips against yours. You chased the friction, clinging to him tighter, back arching as breathy mewls escaped your lips from the inkling of attention against the slick heat between your thighs.

"Zoro—please," you whimpered, tossing your head back against the wood.

Within seconds, Zoro's swords clattered against the ground, completely forgotten, as he worked to free his cock from the confines of his increasingly tight trousers. He didn't wait, crudely yanking your pants down as he lined himself up to your entrance, the tip of him catching on the soaked silk of your panties that he hadn't even bothered to fully remove, just shoved aside to make a path. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Zoro drove his cock inside of your tight, dripping cunt, each thrust slow and deep, ensuring you felt the entirety of the man claiming you as his own. With every slam of his hips on yours, your aching clit pressed up against his skin, sending your toes curling as you gripped onto him impossibly tighter.

Zoro's breathing evolved into deep, rumbling growls as he drove into you with an urgency that bordered on desperation. He hooked his arms under your thighs, pulling you even closer against him, bruising his cock against your cervix as every inch of him rammed through your pulsating core. Each thrust sent a white-hot jolt through your spine, your vision tunneling until all that existed was the rough wood against your back and the man stretching you open. Every time he impaled your cunt with his cock drew a broken, high-pitched keen from your throat—a sound of pure, unadulterated ruin that seemed to drive him over the edge of sanity.

As he continued his unrelenting rhythm, filling your pussy until all that was left in your brain was pleasure and need, Zoro leaned down, once again bringing his lips to the cut on your face. Not to lick this time, but to kiss right over the slice which was sure to scar. Not that he cared. He thought it made you look hotter. If that were even possible.

You teetered on the edge of ecstasy, slick walls clamping down on his cock, determined to bring him to euphoria with you. In a high-pitched whine Zoro almost failed to notice, you cry out: "Zoro, I–, I'm so close–"

"Yeah? Fuck, me too." He all but growls into your ear, getting lost in the feeling of your cunt practically demanding his release. But he would never cum before you did first, that would mean losing and Zoro was nothing if not a winner. A man on a mission, Zoro deepened every thrust, cock pushing right up against that sweet spot that had you seeing stars. He pushed you tighter against the wall, taking a hand and rubbing frenzied circles against your clit, determined to push you past the edge. As your orgasm flooded over you, your walls fluttering against his cock, causing Zoro to lose all restraint.

With one final slam against your womb, Zoro cums inside you, thick white ropes entirely from him painting the soft, pink flesh of your insides as your cunt milked him for every last drop.

Gently, he sets you down on the floor of the crow's nest before collapsing beside you, wrapping his thick, muscular arms around you in a grip that said I'm never letting you go.

He murmured against your hair, "If I fall asleep, wake me up. Don't wanna miss a single second with you in my arms."

Red wings wrap around you as you sit, bound to the chair, at the mercy of Japan's #2 hero. Hawks stands right in front of you, looking down at the pretty little villain, all helpless and trapped beneath him.

"C'mon..." He drawls, gaze never leaving yours. "Can't you tell me anything about your big, scary plans?"

God, the nerve of that cocky bastard.

Ever defiant, your icy gaze cuts through him, mouth only opening to brazenly spit on his boot. Your relentless behavior only drives Hawks to push further, tsking at you like a misbehaving pet.

"God, princess. You're a feisty one, aren't you?"

He pats your head, ruffling your hair with an ever-condescending smirk.

"That's alright," he hums, walking away. "Just don't say I didn't try to help you when they ship you off to Tartarus."

He turns back just enough to catch your eyes widening at the thought of spending the rest of your life in that prison. Cold. Dark. Alone.

"Wait-," you call out to him. "Fine, I'll talk."

He turns around to face you fully, grin plastered across his face. "Atta girl."

Within seconds, he's pulled up a chair, sitting across from you as he asks the typical questions. For hours, you pour out all the information you know. "What's phase 2 of your plan?" "Who else are you working with?" "When did you begin your life of crime?"

All the same boring interrogation questions you've been asked countless time before. Naturally, you spill out the same boring answers.

"Alright, last question." He pauses, matching your gaze. "What's your favorite food?"

You blink. "What?"

A low chuckle escapes his lips as Hawks stands up from his chair, crouching down in front of you. "C'mon, that was the easiest question. What's your favorite food, princess?" he repeats. "Let me treat you. You've been so good for me, telling me all your oh so villainous secrets."

"Don't tease me like that," you mutter.

"Tease? Me? Never. I mean it. Let me take you out." He wraps behind you, untying the ropes that bound you to the chair.

You stand, facing him as your eyes scan his expression for betrayal. Hawks takes another step closer, reaching out to hold onto your wrist, testing to see if you'll pull back. And when you don't, he tugs you closer, murmuring into your ear: "God, you're gorgeous."

You look down, avoiding his piercing gaze, suddenly feeling so utterly small beneath him. He reaches out, cupping your face with one strong palm, tilting your head up to face him once more.

"What happened to the stubborn villain that sat in that chair? Where'd she go? Who's this cute little girl looking up at me now?" He teases, eyes drinking in the way your cheeks flush with every question.

"Shut up..." you muster up the courage to reply, though the words lacked any real conviction.

"If you insist," Hawks purrs, suddenly crashing his lips against yours.

You let out a muffled gasp, surprised at his sudden lunge, but the way he holds you—like there's more to life than committing crime and just surviving until the next day—has you finally kissing back. His hand, once cupping your jaw, shifted to the base of your head, urging you even closer as his tongue claimed yours. He tasted like how he presented himself to the world, cool as mint, with a hint of subtle smokiness you'd only feel once you got close. If you'd ever get close. But here you were, foreheads pressed against each other as you pulled one another closer. Hawks' wings wrapped around you, almost shielding you from the rest of the world as he finally pulled away, thin sting of saliva marking the minimal distance between the two of you.

"Hawks-" you breathed out, lips swollen from where he claimed you just moments ago.

"Call me Keigo. Hawks is what they call me out in public," he chuckles, studying your every feature. "But right now, I'm all yours."

And the way he said that. The way he all but melted into you, as if the thought of being yours gave him pure bliss. You couldn't help but do the same, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down and plant another kiss on his lips, humming his name into his mouth. "Keigo~"

"God, you're bad for me," he whispers, hands roaming under your top, caressing the soft skin of your stomach, groping the swell of your chest.

"I need you. Now," he husks, suddenly staring into you once more, eyes ablaze with a newfound determination. "Lie down. On the floor."

You pause, look down at the floor, then whine: "Keigo, it's filthy. And cold."

"They disinfect or some shit like that in here all the time. Princess, please. I need you so bad it fucking hurts. Please," Keigo looks down at you, pleading.

And when you finally relent and drop to the floor, lying down with obvious reluctance, he practically drops himself on top of you. One hand tugs down at the zipper of your shorts while his other works to free himself. With another quick tug, your panties are pulled off, leaving your pretty pussy exposed beneath him. Keigo's breath hitches as he takes in the sight before him. You, all laid out, pussy glistening with arousal, waiting to be filled by his cock.

Without wasting another moment, Keigo hovers above you, aligning himself with your slit. "Talk to me, k? Let me know what you like. What you don't like. Anything."

And when you nod, legs wrapping around his waist, he buries himself inside you with a grunt, the feeling of your heat enveloping around him almost too much to bear already.

"Shit, princess. You're about to swallow me whole," he breathes, closing his eyes as he feels himself inside you, letting you adjust to the fullness. "You ready?" he asks, looking down at you while he holds himself back with all his damn restraint, preventing him from ramming into you right here, right now.

But when you look up at him and manage to whimper out a tiny "yeah," his heart swells with a softness and passion he's never felt before.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, princess. So damn good." He grips your hips, pulling you deeper onto his cock as he plants lazy kisses and bites along your neck. Each thrust coaxes another moan from your lips as you babble out sweet nothings into his ear.

"Keigo~! More, more please, Keigo," you beg, legs tightening around his waist.

"Anything you want, princess. Any damn thing," he purrs, pulling your hips up ever-so-slightly to slam into you that much deeper. His tip kisses your cervix as each thrust sends shockwaves of pure bliss through your very core. You feel him twitching inside of you, cock drilling into your needy cunt, beckoning both of you closer to orgasm.

"I'm so fucking lost in you. You feel too damn good to be a villain," he growls out, hips still ramming into you with a feral sort of desperation.

"Too," one thrust. "Damn," another. "Good," one final deep rut into your cunt that has your vision blurring, seeing stars as your orgasm washes over you.

Keigo is quick to follow after, hot spurts of cum painting the inside of your cunt, as your fluttering walls milk out every last drop from him. He stays there for a brief moment, the two of you connected in the most intimate way possible. Your cunt still gripping onto him before he reluctantly pulls back.

Keigo rolls over beside you with a satisfied exhale, body still trembling with the aftershocks of euphoria.

"Ice cream," you finally manage to murmur out.

"What?" Keigo laughs, glancing sideways at you.

"You said you'd treat me. I want ice cream."

Keigo grins, tugging you closer. "How could I forget? If it's ice cream you want, it's ice cream you'll get."

He presses a light kiss to your forehead.

Sure, a big strong emperor of the sea like Shanks gets chased down by flocks of women anywhere he goes, but for you? He could be anywhere on the Grand Line, and somehow, Shanks will always end up passed out on your bar counter.

As months pass, when you think he's finally forgotten about you, Shanks appears at your doorstep. No crew. No grand entrance. Just him, needing a drink from his favorite bartender. And naturally, you serve him, pouring his favorite brand of sake without needing to hear another word.

The other patrons come and go, getting their drinks and then leaving, but Shanks stays until the bar goes empty. The two of you chat well beyond closing, as Shanks entertains you with tales of his perilous journeys. You laugh along until suddenly he pauses, looking at you with a renewed energy in his gaze.

"I've been to all these islands. Seen all the Grand Line has to offer. And yet, the most captivating sight in all the seas... well, she's here in a shady bar, pouring me drinks."

He downs his drink in one gulp, licking his lips as he pushes off the counter and walks behind the bar as if he owns the entire island.

"Shanks—what on Earth are you doing?" You mumble, backing away from his sudden advancements. "You're drunk out of your mind."

Without wasting another moment, he has you caged beneath him, your back against the bar, looking up at his hooded eyes before he leans down, closing the distance between your lips. His kisses are surprisingly slow, calculated, as he savors the taste of your lips against his. The feel of your body molding right into his grasp. His arm snakes around your waist forcing you closer before he finally pulls back, thin string of saliva connecting the two of you, still.

"That oughta sober me up, then, hm?" He drawls lazily, expression still as smug as ever.

And as you look back at him, breathless, lips swollen ever-so-slightly from his tugging and nipping, Shanks can't help but claim you once more. Lips trailing past yours, kissing your jaw, your cheek, your neck.

"Sweetest taste I've ever had at this bar," he murmurs into your skin. "Sweetest girl I've ever met."

You whine out his name, your heart pounding as your legs give in beneath you.

And god, your voice has never sounded better.

Within minutes, your apron is tossed to the corner. Your skirt is hiked up just enough for Shanks to slip two fingers past your panties, dragging them against your slit, coating them in your wetness.

"So pretty, so damn pretty," he coos, watching your every expression as his fingers gently slide into your aching cunt. The way your walls squeeze against just two of his fingers has his cock throbbing. Shanks takes his time, working you just right, fingers curling against that sweet spot you just can't get enough of. His fingers bring you right on the edge before he finally pulls out, leaving your cunt pulsing around nothing, begging for release.

"There, there, darlin'. We're not even at the good part yet," he purrs, bringing his fingers to his lips. "And here I thought your kisses were the sweetest thing about you..."

Then, the prideful Emperor of the Sea gets on his knees in front of you, pressing one last kiss to your dripping center before dipping his tongue into your core. Shanks laps at you like you're the last meal on Earth, tongue diving into your cunt like a man starved. His hand leaves bruising marks on your thigh, keeping your legs open for him. And as your hands tangle down into his crimson hair, he can't help but groan into you, nose burying deeper into your cunt, breathing in all that is utterly you.

"Shanks~" you squeak out, finding yourself teetering off the edge, squirming in his relentless hold. But he doesn't stop, determined to taste every drop of your sweet juices, not letting a single ounce go to waste. With one final twist of his tongue, your thighs clamp around his head, the word "Shanks" spilling from your lips so many times it barely sounds like a name anymore.

Your legs tremble around him, barely supporting yourself as Shanks finally lets go, allowing you to catch your breath as you watch him stand up. He looks down at you, lips coated in your essence before he finally leans down, whispering in a voice meant only for you and the night. "So damn sweet."

He licks his lips, savoring your taste one last time before placing one more kiss on your cheek.

"See you soon, darlin'. Maybe next time I can sample something else, yeah?"

Included: virgin law, check-ins, vaginal sex, breast/nipple play, praise

The Calm-Calm Fruit's powers had been in your possession for the past 13 years. You never questioned the fruit's sudden appearance in your life, but you did know its power served you well in your day-to-day work as a bounty hunter. And today, you were after a big target: Trafalgar D Water Law. You could practically taste those 3 billion berries.

Naturally, you stalked your prey all the way to Wano, hearing about some raid or whatever that went down on Onigashima, (not that it was any of your concern).

And there he was, settled on the docks, preparing for departure. Activating your fruit's abilities, you snuck aboard his vessel and waited for the unsuspecting Heart Pirates to file onboard. It took a while, but eventually, you caught the captain alone, gazing out at shore--ever the stoic brooder.

With muted steps, you slunk behind him, lifting your dagger in the air as you readied for attack. Suddenly, the submarine jerked left, then right, then left again. "My bad," a voice called from below deck. What kind of incompetent crew couldn't steer their own boat?

"Bepo, what the hell are y-" Law mumbled as he turned around, complaint stopped short as his eyes landed on you: a stowaway, seconds away from lodging a blade into his throat.

With surprising agility, tattooed hands found their way to your wrists, disarming you and holding you hostage instead. Shit. The interrogation that ensued was long, boring, and frankly a waste of time. You refused to say a word, while Law's eyes watched you carefully, ensuring the restraints would hold. But one can only take so much incessant chatter, so, you activated your fruit once more, creating a bubble of total solitude around yourself.

Law's eyes widened in recognition. "That ability-"

"You'll have to kill me to take it." You hissed.

"I don't want your fruit." He replied calmly.

"What do you want then?"

"Join my crew."

"What-" The offer was abrupt. "You're out of your mind if you think I would ever stoop down-"

"Join my crew. Please." He repeated, desperation laced in his tone.

Despite his nonchalant exterior, Law was a collector, indulging in coins, comics, and things that reminded him of Corazon. And you fit into the latter category.

"What's in it for me?" You mutter, beginning to consider the offer.

"Anything."

That's how you found yourself dressed in a thick white boiler suit, donning the jolly roger of the infamous Heart Pirates. Law watched you step out the changing room. The uniform fit like it was made for you. And god, did you look perfect in it. You spent the next several weeks mingling with the Heart Pirates, warming up to them surprisingly fast for someone plotting the demise of their captain right before joining. Law chose to remain a watchful bystander, opting to observe you from the sidelines. She even smiles like him. At least once, he wanted that smile directed at him. Only him.

Like any other night, you spent the final hours of the day unwinding in your living quarters, until 3 quick knocks disrupted your tranquility. The man in front your doorway gazed down at you, and if you had looked hard enough, you would've noticed the faint blush spreading across his face.

"Hey," you mumble, avoiding his determined gaze.

Without a word, Law pushed his way inside, taking your hands in his.

"Can I kiss you?" He blurted out with surprising lack of flair.

"Well, I mean if you insist-" you smirk, immediately cut off by lips crashing against yours.

The kiss was sloppy, laced with need and suppressed desire. He tasted like mint, clean and sharp. As his foot kicked back to shut the door, Law guided you to the bed, lips never leaving yours. His tongue explored your mouth. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip. He was everywhere, every touch sending shivers of want down your spine.

Eventually, his hands let go of yours to trail up your shirt instead. "Can I?" He whispered, tugging at your bra. You nod through half-closed eyelids. Your tits felt perfect in his hands, cupping them so gently just to pull your bra down and drool at your pretty little nipples like a man starved. His lips attached to your tits, biting and licking and kissing, leaving dark pink marks across them. A claim that you were his. And he was yours.

You felt yourself arching into his touch, dripping with arousal. "Law- please, feels so good-"

"You like that?" He murmurs with a genuine, excited grin, your nipple squeezed tightly between his teeth still. You said nothing, only tangled your fingers into his hair and tugged to show your approval. While he maintained his feast on your tits, his hands shifted down to your shorts, unzipping them to reveal your panties. His breath hitched, this was really happening. You, so perfect & so beautiful, willing to give yourself to him. He hooked his fingers under the waistband, looking up at you. "Can I?"

You laugh, finding his constant check-ins adorable. "Yes, Law."

He took a moment to admire you beneath him. Your cunt glistening, waiting for him, as you smiled reassuringly. At him. Yeah, he definitely took a mental picture. Not wasting another moment, he revealed his pulsing cock, tip leaking with pre-cum, aching to be inside you.

"I've never done this before," he admitted, "just let me know, if you don't like it or something or if-"

"Law. If it's you, I'll like it," you reassure him, flashing that damn smile once more.

That smile did things to him. He'd give you the world if it meant you'd show him that smile. He studied your face intently as he slid himself inside you. He filled you so nicely, your soft walls clenching around him, pulling him closer. So warm. So inviting. "D-does it feel good?" He stutters out through gritted teeth, trying to maintain his last ounce of composure.

"Feels good, you feel so good," you mewl out, adjusting to the fullness.

"God, you're perfect..." He murmured into your shoulder, as he began to move. Deep thrusts sent waves of euphoria through your body as he claimed your needy cunt with a desperation of his own. "So tight, so- god, so perfect." He kissed at your neck, marking it in hues of purple and red, while his hips moved on their own, determined to bring you to orgasm. His thumb slid its way down to your clit, giving your precious bundle of nerves some attention, as he rubbed tiny circles around it.

You clawed onto his shoulders, clinging on as he bullied his cock deeper inside you. "Mmph- Law! I'm close... really close."

"Me too," he gritted out. "Cum with me. Cum with me, please." He whispered against your skin, hips bucking into yours with sloppy haste as he chased release. Then, almost as if on-cue, he slammed himself deep inside, tip brushing against your cervix. He held onto you, grip so tight it'd hurt if it weren't for the orgasm ripping through you both.

"Law!" You moaned, back arching as you gripped around him.

He stayed inside you, pulsing against your warmth, not wanting this moment to end.

"I love you," you whisper, wrapped in his embrace.

Law had heard that phrase before. And this time, finally, he could say it back.