Trafalgar Law x reader

NSFW, but also fluff . Mention of bl00d

I'll be honest, I miss the passive Law , So I wrote this. Hope you enjoy

You worked all day in your room, with varying success, got up and watched the repairs in the technical compartment, then sat down again to draw drawings for upgrading the Tang (Wolf left several options for refining the ship). You literally haven't left the table in a ... 6 hours.

It was already 3 a.m. on the clock.

Law was also working all this time, sitting in his room. However, he's used to you coming to him at about 11 p.m. and you going to bed together. He loved this time so much that sometimes, without admitting to himself, he worked longer on purpose (so you were more affectionate with him if he worked really hard)

However, no one came today. Already sleepy, Law looked at the time and was surprised. He sighed, got up and left the room without his hat.

He saw that your light was still on. And he came in without knocking (it was his habit, despite his good manners, he still had some of the habits of a spoiled child)

You've been busy so far, so you didn't notice him at first. But he was looking at your back in surprise.

You were wearing one of his hoodies, which he gave you at the beginning of your relationship (we can assume that you didn't take it away, although he absolutely didn't mind)

He came over and gently put his hand on your shoulder and bent down.

You were scared, but not too scared.

You looked at him

—"Is something wrong?"

—"That's what I wanted to ask you."

Law raised an eyebrow.

—"Did you see the time?"

You looked at your watch.

—Oh, shit. It's just that I had to make some important drawings today... It doesn't matter, are we going to bed?

You looked at him wearily.

He looked back at you with a mixture of mild annoyance and concern. And ignoring your question, he asked

—"What time did you eat ?"

— Uh...

— I see. Let's go

He pushed back your chair and stroked your arm as he left the room.

You went to the dark kitchen

— Sit down... Although no, you've been sitting for a long time, it's better to wait, it's unpleasant to treat your back later.

At this time, he took out a glass and poured mint tea for you. And poured himself some too. Then he put the glass in your hands. He tried to act like he was annoyed, when in fact he was just worried about you, and he also missed you for the whole day that he hadn't seen you.

— Are you sure you didn't overheat while you were working?

He came closer to you, put the back of his hand to your forehead.

— I'm sure.

You rolled your eyes.

— Okay.

You drank tea, and then finally went to his room to sleep.

———————————

Today, while you were falling asleep, he stroked your head. Then he said in a low voice.

— Only I can overwork on this ship. Next time, I'll make Bepo keep an eye on you.

You sighed. And she said teasingly

—You could have just admitted that you were scared, because I didn't come to you

— tch...

he was silent for a while

— A little bit.

— Ha, I knew it!

— Go to sleep.

— Hey, don't shut me up!

— Go to sleep.

He pulled your head closer to him, so that you were now resting your face against the curve of his neck.

You could smell his scent, and apparently, being tired all day, you decided to take your compensation. And then you bit him, not hard, but the mark will remain.

He said in a hoarse voice,

—Hey! I said sleep, not eat.

— You lay down like that, now be patient.

You continued to nibble on his neck, thrusting one hand under his T-shirt. The tense torso was felt under your fingers.

Law clenched his jaw and hugged your back tighter.

Your bite-kisses slowly moved towards his ears, which had already turned red.

You moved closer to your ear and deliberately letting out more air said

—"Aren't you worried about the marks?

He exhaled heavily, trying to be silent.

—"You're pissing me off."

You laughed, continuing to leave small red marks on his body, while your hand went lower.

Law also got under your T-shirt, put his hand on your waist and squeezed it as he strained.

The moment your hands reached his cock, he was already biting his lips and trying to make fewer sounds.

He would never admit it, but he liked it when you did something like that.

His chest rose more and more often as you moved your hands along his length.

When the risk of him making loud noises became great, you silenced him with a kiss, continuing to give him pleasure with your soft hand.

But Law wasn't that easy either. He bit your lips so hard that your lower lip started to bleed.

— Ugh! Fuck

Blood was running down your chin. But you didn't stop your hand. You felt that he was already on the verge.

Through hoarse groans, Law said, looking at the blood with a hungry gaze.

— sorry, I couldn't have done it any other way.

And he licked your lips, tasting the blood.

You started kissing him again, and the taste became available to you. And you felt the tension reach its peak.

With a moan against your lips, he finished on his stomach.

You pulled back so that you could catch your breath. He looked at you from under his closed eyes, with one hand covering half of his face.

—"Are you satisfied?"

You looked down at his neck, which was covered in marks, at his heaving chest, and at the disheveled bed.

— More than enough.

After a few minutes, you cleaned up. But now Law was sitting across from you and working on your lip.

— Yes, I didn't calculate it this time...Sorry.

He said, and there was real sympathy in his voice.

— Oh, really. I started it all...

-you looked at his neck-

... all of it.

He rolled his eyes.

— You didn't even let me apologize properly. And don't say anything, your lip will bleed again.

You sighed and smiled (even though your lip hurt more)

—stupid.

—i love you too

The next morning, when the whole team was having breakfast, no one could take their eyes off Law. More precisely, from what was visible under his collar.

But strangely enough, he almost didn't care. He even walked proudly. He looked like a teenager showing off to his friends.

Some looked at his neck, then at you. And it was incredibly funny.

And Shachi asked

—Did you have a snack before bed, Y/N?

lesson one (here) | lesson two

pairing- law x f!reader

cw: college au, slight edging and overstimulation, fingering, no pıv sẹx (yet), praise

The incandescent lights was comforting as the stress of anatomy was getting to you, specifically the muscles. You and Law were sitting in your shared apartment's living room, notes scattered, laptop open on slides that Law made for you.

"Let's start up at the head, okay?" He looked at you, determined and focused. He pointed to the forehead of the model on screen. "Could you tell me what this muscle is?"

"Aponeurosis. It's a sheet of collagen fiber that anchors muscle to bone or other muscles." You answered proudly and Law smiled.

"Good job" He kissed your forehead. "Next, what about these muscles?" Law pointed to the eyebrows

"Hmm...that's your orbicularis oris?" "Close. It's oculi. Easy to confused, but don't stress." You labeled the diagram on your notebook, Law watching with pride.

"And what are its origin, insertion, and the action?" He studied your face for a moment, watching you flip through notes, seeing how your brain was working.

"Origin is the frontal bone, insertion is your eyelids, and the action is for blinking." You turned your head to him for confirmation and he smiled. "Correct."

He taught you through the facial muscles, correcting any mistake you made. Once you were able to recite the muscles with ease, he moved on. "Let's move onto your thoracic region. We can throw in the upper extremities while we're at it." You froze for a moment, watching him remove his jacket, revealing his bare arms. His upper body was clad in nothing but a white tank top, his tattoos peaking through.

Law watched you oggle, make him smirk. "Focus. You'll have time for these muscles once you get those down." He brought a finger to your chin, closing your mouth that you didn't even know opened.

Law took the mouse and hovered it over a muscle on the neck, "Can you tell me this muscle, and all of its features?" Your mouth was dry. It was hard to focus.

"That's the uh...sternocleidomastoid. Its origin is the sternum and clavicle, inserts at the mastoid...I don't know the action." Suddenly, the room grew warm. You shrugged off your jacket and Law turned to you. He watched as a thin sheet of sweat was precipitating on your chest and he had to hold back.

"The sternocleidomastoid..." Law began. He took your chin into his thumb, middle, and forefinger, "...Is responsible for moving your your head laterally," He moves your head left and right "and for nodding." Law moves your head accordingly. "Make sense?" You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"Perfect. You can feel the muscle right here." Law's two fingers traced your neck where the muscle was, making you squeeze your thighs together. He noticed the effect he had on you and decided to take advantage of it.

"Here. I'll just show you the muscle and you'll tell me the actions of the muscle. I know you're smart." He kissed your temple.

"But first, where did I kiss you and what are the features?" You let out a soft sigh before answering. "The temporalis, origin is the temporal fossa, inserts at the mandible. Helps chew" His hands were gentle massaging you up and down, making you shiver. "That's right." Law's voice was sultry, making you grow all the more aroused. You always loved when Law spoke in such a tone, making you weak.

"Is my girl feeling needy right now?" You nodded and he tsked. "Words, baby. I know you're smart." He spoke with a hint of condescension. "Ye-yeah. I am, Law." You whispered as he pulled you onto his lap.

"Good girl. Now where was I..." He hummed, scrolling on your laptop before landing on the thoracic region. "You have your pectoralis major. You should be familiar with it since you love to lay on mine." He teased. You can feel the firmness of his chest, making you blush. "What can you tell me about it?" He looked down at your face which was heating up. His hand massaged your abdomen slowly, up and down.

Law's hand was hot, making it difficult to focus. "We-well, it adducts, flexes and extends the humerous joint..." You recalled without letting out any needy sounds, though your thighs pressed together already spoke louder than anything.

"Right. In females, the pectoralis muscle..." Law's hand moved up to cup your breasts under your shirt, making you gasp. "...is under the breasts. These don't have muscle, but are rather made of fat and glandular tissue." His hand was gentle massaging your underboob, making you squirm.

"Focus. I'll give you what you want, m'kay?" Law spoke softly into your ear, biting the tip.

He continued explain the muscles, going down to your stomach. One hand traced down to your belly, the other stayed on your breast, your tank top sleeve slipping off. "The muscle here? It's your rectus abdominis. Can you tell me what is its action?" Law asked casually like you weren't losing your mind.

"It...it flexes the lumbar spine and-shit!" You lurched forward when he put a little pressure on your lower belly.

"Good...if we go down further..." Law's hand dips into your pajamas and your hip twitches. He lifts you up slightly to pull down your pajamas. "We find the ischiocavernosus..." his fingers spread open your lips, exposing your twitching clit. "Law, I'm so close." The hand on your tit and the other tweaking with your clit was too much. Your hips were lifted to chase the friction.

Law moved his fingers away from your clit and lightly spanked your thigh. "Shh, relax. You'll get what you want like I said. Now, tell me the purpose of this muscles."

You whined in frustration. "It's..It's to maintain erection of the clitoris in females and penis in males" You jerked forward when his finger was on your clit again. "Good job. You even mentioned the male anatomy." He smiled over your shoulder, watching his hand move further down to your entrance.

"One more muscle...what is this and what does it do?" Law's fingertip dipped into your entrance, teasing you. You let out a pathetic whimper, arching into his touch. Your hand gripped his forearm. "It's...fuck, Law. I need it, please!" You whined. "Just answer this last question, baby. You can do it." Law smiled against your shoulder.

"It's the bulbo－s-spongiosus. It..aids in..e-ejaculation and erection, around the op-opening of the vaginal hole and bulb of the pe-penis!" You let out a cry the minute he plunged his fingers into your pussy. The noise was nasty and filled the air.

"Good girl, so wet from just an anatomy lesson. My dirty girl." Law moved his wrist deliciously in the way he knows you like. You arched your back, moaning without a care in the world.

"Ah, fuck Law! Rightーngh, there!" He tilted your chin and kissed you messily, drinking in your moans. Feelings your walls tighten around his tattooed fingers, he made his pace heavier, curling up to stimulate that spongey spot making you see stars.

"You deserve it, so cum" He smiled into the crook of your neck, watching you cry out in ecstasy. His hand didn't slow, making you whine. Law didn't let up, even as he fingered you into overstimulation, watching you writhe in pleasure.

"Too...Too much! Law, 'm sensiti－oh fuck!" You came again, squeezing his fingers. Law slowed his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm. He removed his hand, massaging your hips softly.

Law brought the fingers to his mouth, "So sweet." He moved them to your mouth, to which you silently obeyed. He kissed your temple and whispered sweet praises.

"You're so good and smart for me. Let's rest." He lifted you bridal style, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He grabbed a warm cloth and cleaned between your legs and you let out a soft whimper.

Law chuckled, putting the rag in the bathroom and joining you in bed. You curled up to your side and you traced his muscles.

"Perhaps you need a lesson in the reproductive system. But for now, you need rest." Law whispered into your ear, making you shiver in anticipation.

"I can't wait, Dr. Law" You chuckled and he smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Good night, my sweet girl."

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

sfw 𓂃 2.4k / modern au / med student!law / slightly ooc drunk law / fem reader / ft. shachi, penguin, + bepo !

law wasn't too keen on partying, really. he drank only on the occasion of celebrating his friends' birthdays. smoked after he had passed a stressful exam.

law doesn't dance.

"c'mon mannn." penguin dragged over the phone. "it'll be fun~ bepo is the d.d. tonight so mr. heart stealer can have some fun."

law verbally groaned and rubbed his forehead where his brows crinkled together. the last thing he wanted to do tonight was go to a party. but, he hadn't seen his friends since he moved in with you about 6 months ago. school and work consumed a majority of his time. surely he could let loose and see them.

"so what'll it be captain?" he heard shachi in the background.

"fine. only if we can get food. on penguin."

he heard the two chirp like birds on the other end of the phone. "see you then! i'll text you the address." law hung up the phone and slumped into the couch cushions with two hands engulfing his face.

"something wrong?" laws head shot up, startled. his face quickly returned to its resting state upon seeing it was just his roommate. his roommate whom he had ambiguous feelings about.

pairing- law x f!reader

cw: college au, unprotected pıv sẹx, he talks you through it overstımulation, lowkey manhandeling teehee, fıngering, praise, mıssionary, mating press, breeding kınk, squırting, clıt stimulation, yes it's pierced, after care, soft law

lesson one | lesson two (here)

After the first 'lesson' you had with your boyfriend, Law was beyond proud to find out you passed your musculoskeletal exam a week after taking the test.

"That's my girl," He said with a smile, giving you a kiss on the lips. In your hand, was your phone with a "99%" on the screen.

"The professor said I got the highest mark in the class and asked how I did it." You smiled, watching him whip up dinner.

contain: fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), praising, pet names (doll, pretty)

a/n: i love law fingers and hands ngngngnh

law spread your pussy lips with his index and middle, while keeping his eyes on you, analyzing every reactions as he take a quick look at your already dripping wet pussy.

“already? i barely touched your sensitive nerves.” he murmurs. “you get wet so quickly.. good.” he whispers, with a satisfied smirk while slowly dropping his head between your legs, that cocky smirk almost mocking you, his breathing hitting your clitoris softly. and you twitched.

“sensitive?” he murmurs again, taking a quick lick at your bundle of nerves. “or just enjoying it? are you doll?” he asks, suddenly wrapping both of his lips around your clitoris, sucking it slowly at first, aware at the soft moans he succeeded to make out of your pretty lips he could never stop kissing.

his lips sucked your clit carefully, alternating licking and aspiring it, while slowly entering his two fingers who were previously spreading your lower lips, inside your walls, his eyes still looking at your feverish-like face, altered by the pleasure received.

a moan escaped your lips as his teeth brushed your clit, while his second hand grabbed your thigh left thigh firmly, placing it on his shoulder as he kept toying with your pussy, his two fingers moving slowly at first, teasingly like the cocky bastard he is, while murmuring how well his fingers slip inside those walls, his voice making your clit vibrate, making you ket out a louder moan, your thigh on his shoulder pressing against his cheek, you didn’t miss the soft smile he had by the touch.

he suddenly accelerated his movements with his fingers as soon as he brushed you sensitive zone, straight up whimpering his name as you came on his fingers, wetness slipping the long of his tattooed hand.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒅. 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖⠀﹒୨𝑒 slight angst, 𝒇𝒘𝒃!𝒍𝒂𝒘, insecure reader, misunderstandings !! based on this ask

you weren't trying to eavesdrop. really, you weren't. you were just walking down the hallway of the polar tang when you heard law's smooth voice from the half-open infirmary room door.

"i can't stand her."

your steps stopped before your brain could catch up.

the laugh that followed—one of the crew members, probably penguin—sounded muffled behind the rushing in your ears. then, law spoke again, sharper this time. "she's always in my head. it's annoying."

and that was enough.

he obviously meant you—i mean, you were the only woman on the polar tang.

your chest constricted in that embarrassing manner it was only able to do in the presence of him. becoming friends with benefits was supposed to be easy. no strings, no jealousy, and no foolish little hopes that grew in your heart each time he brought you into his lap or gave you a gentle kiss.

you shoul've known better.

so you left before you could hear anything else.

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law noticed immediately when you started avoiding him.

no more late-night calls. no more showing up in his room weaing one of his shirts and pretending your pajamas were all dirty. no more letting him pull you closer.

after three days, he finally managed to corner you in the kitchen when everybody else fell asleep. you took your job of avoiding him seriously, you even skipped dinner if it meant not looking at his face.

"you're ignoring me."

you shrugged without lookin up from the mug in your hands. "thought you couldn't stand me. was just doing you a favour."

he kept quiet for a couple of seconds. then, he said:

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

you laughed, but it came out a shaky huff. "i heard you talking to penguin the other night."

law stared at you for a full five seconds before dragging a hand down his face. "oh my god."

"weird way of saying thank you—"

"i wasn't saying i hate you." he stepped closer, brows furrowed like he was genuinely irritated you'd come to that conclusion. "i said i can't stand how much i think about you."

your breath caught.

he continued, quieter now. his arms lowered to grab your hands into his bigger ones, a small sigh escaped your throat when you felt the grounding warmth of his palms. "you're everywhere. in my room, in my clothes, on the ship, all over my fucking head." his eyes flickered down to yours. "it is distracting."

suddenly, the kitchen felt too small.

"so..." you said, carefully, "you don't hate me?"

law looked almost offended. then, he tightened his grip and pulled you into him, muttering against your forehead: "you're unbelievable."

the night sky is in that beautiful middle period before dawn. the stars shine bright with the knowledge that the daylight is coming soon to mask them away. despite the late night, law lays awake next to you.

you’re curled up on your side, facing the wall and blanket bunched up in your first as you sleep soundly. law suspects that it’ll be another morning or him dragging you out of bed in the late afternoon.

he sighs and turns to fold into your body, wrapping an arm around your waist so your back is pulled closer to his front. soft puffs of air caress your skin as he breathes into your skin, the warmth and closeness bringing him at ease.

the ragged collar of your shirt becomes easy to pull at as he drags it lower and lower so he can press gentle kisses to your spine. it’s almost a silent kind of worship, one he does in the dead of the night. a testament to the divine being in his life.

law is so tired. he’s tired and his mind still refuses to rest, always upending himself with more worries, more tasks, more responsibilities, more, more, more.

if you were awake right now, you’d turn in his arms, sensing his spiraling - you always managed to know just exactly when he was going down a spiral - and press your fingers against the furrow of his brow before leaving a kiss there. “tell me what’s haunting you today, beloved.” you’d say.

but you’re asleep and so he’ll settle for the nearness of you. he continues pressing kisses into your skin, the base of your neck, your shoulder, any and every spot he can find.

“i love you.” he rasps in the quiet darkness.

you don’t respond, of course you don’t, but the soft snores you let out are response enough for law. in the morning, when you wake, you’ll see the further darkening circles under his eyes and frown at him. you’ll nag at him to wake you up next time so you can join him in his sleeplessness and he’ll roll his eyes at you and say at least one of you should get sleep.

hey, satoru never claimed to be very sensible when it came to you.

it had started long before you had even agreed to go out with him. back when he still had a big, fat and very poorly concealed crush on you. his mind was his biggest opp, truly.

sitting down in class, staring at the back of your head as he imagined scenarios of some other douche asking you out - and his biggest nightmare - you agreeing.

or, the thought of there being someone else who would snatch you right up before satoru built up the courage to ask you out.

back then, these thoughts gave him the push he desperately needed. he asked you out, you agreed, and he's been living his blissfully happy life ever since.

except...

satoru had his weight pinning you down in a mean mating press, his thick cock particularly hard today as he thrusted inside you like a mad man.

"'t-toruuuu-" you sobbed, your fingers digging in the skin of his back as you held on for dear life as your boyfriend pounded in you. the bed was creaking under the weight of satoru's hurried thrusts, making sounds that were lewder than the symphony of moans and cries leaving your mouth.

"y-y'belong to me," satoru panted, bringing his head to the side of your neck. he bit down on it, making your arch up and cry out.

"p-plea- hngh- haaah," you moaned, trying to twist your neck off his jaw, "s-slo- p-pleas-"

he brought his hand under your thigh, pulling your leg over his shoulder. the angle made you gasp out as satoru's weeping cock hit that particular spot, over and over again.

"say it," he gripped your jaw, turning your face towards his. his cock twitched at the sight of your fucked-out expression, his pupils dilating as he felt a surge of pride.

i did this, he thought, turning his hips up a notch. mine, she's mine.

"s-say it," he repeated, releasing your jaw, "you're mine, ngh-"

you moaned out some gibberish, too far gone to concentrate on what your boyfriend was saying as you tried to survive his relentless thrust, mind more focused on your oncoming orgasm.

"baby," he dipped down, taking your open mouth in a sloppy kiss before biting down on your lower lip, "y'r mine, baby, please, say it."

you nod, tears streaming down your face as you clench down hard on his cock, “‘m- m’yours- hic- youurs—”

“atta girl,” he presses a kiss on your calf, gripping your hips as he slams inside of you, grinning when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp as you cum all over his cock, fists gripping the sheets as you arch off the bed.

“s-so- fuckkk… so pretty,” he doesn’t slow down, fucking you through the orgasm as he bends down, “so pretty.. ngh- a-and all f’me.”

“satoruuuu,” you garble against his mouth as he kisses you again, pressing his entire weight on top of you, “slow down— please— hic!”

satoru gojo eats you out until he falls asleep / 0.3k

cw: 18+ mdni gojo is pussy-drunk, oral (f!reader receiving), no use of y/n, fluff

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he’s nestled between your legs, his head slightly resting on your thigh, tongue swirling over your swollen clit. he’s been at this for god knows how long already—licking and suckling on your clit like it was his lifeline.

you were exhausted from the many orgasms he managed to pull from you.

“just one more, baby,” he pleaded, voice low and a little wrecked, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs. “can you do that for me?"

you nodded, and his lips closed around your clit. you moaned breathlessly, back arching slightly off his bed. you dared a glance down at him and your cunt clenched around nothing.

the sight of him alone almost sent you barreling over the edge. his cheeks were glistening with your slick, white hair completely tousled and messy from how hard you’d been pulling on it, those brilliant blue eyes dark and heavy-lidded, lashes fluttering like he was fighting sleep just to keep tasting you.

“satoru,” you whine, reaching down to grab his hand. he takes hold of it immediately, giving you a gentle squeeze, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

his eyes slip shut as he loses himself in the taste of you. lips still working against your clit, slow and indulgent.

slower. slower. slower.

he’s barely tracing the tip of his tongue through your folds now, movements lazy and dreamy, those long white lashes resting against his flushed cheeks. his breathing has gone deep and even, warm puffs of air against your over-sensitive skin.

donquixote doflamingo x f!reader.

Doflamingo would rather walk through hell and relive the moment of killing off his own brother than having to hear the sound of your horrified scream.

It rang throughout the house and he was on his feet. He ran to you, and into the bathroom, and when you jump into his arms, he pressed you to his back, a vein throbbing on his forehead, strings ready to attack but when you cry and point, he frowns.

A bug. A fucking bug was on the vanity.

“Oh my God get rid of it!” You cry, clinging onto his neck.

He should’ve known.

“Tsk, you’re pathetic.” He grumbled, pushing his glasses up and picking up the bug with his bare hands. “This thing made you scream like that?”

When he brought it close to your face you scream again, trying to get off him, but he grinned and held you closer.

“Oh? Are you scared, wife?” He grinned.

“Doffy, I swear to God I’ll kick your ass!” You scream. “I’ll never talk to you again, I’ll never have sex with you, I’ll never do—”

You were stubborn. You wouldn’t lie and he knows it. With a tsk, he tosses it out of the window and washes his hands.

His heart was racing. He kept that information to himself though.

You hop off his back. “Thanks.” Give him a kiss, and continue on like you didn’t give him a mini heart attack.

Your head was wrapped up in a towel, as was your body. He grinned at the sight.

“Need any help?” He came up from behind you, arms around you.

He needed you close. Needed to remind himself that you were fine.

You smile, massage his scalp. “Yes actually. Will you lotion my back?”

He kissed your shoulder. “Definitely.”

sir crocodile x f!reader.

Your scream didn’t end before he burst into the library, his devil fruit power activated, and his cigar clenched so tightly around his teeth that the cigar broke and dropped to the ground.

“What happened?” He demanded, seeing no enemy in sight, just you staring off into space, completely horrified. “Y/N.”

You ran towards him. “Get rid of it, please!”

He tsks. “Be more specific.”

“That fucking demon from hell, get rid of it!” You point to the direction where a bug was on the couch and his face went stone cold.

“Y/N.” Crocodile said. “What—”

“Crocodile!” You snap. “Get rid of it. Now!”

He did not want to deal with your attitude today so he did as he was told and left the room. Few seconds later he came back in, his hand washed, and huffed at the sight of you getting comfy.

“You don’t scream like that for nothing other than real danger, do you understand?”

You huff. “That was a real danger.”

“Yeah, to you. Don’t be so stupid.”

“I love you too, dickhead.”

“Whatever.” He snapped, incredibly thankful it was nothing too serious. He slammed the door shut and made his way back to his office.

You turn the page of your book, slightly guilty. You’ll let him off with his tone for now. It was silly of you to scream like someone just stabbed you with a knife.

Crocodile scoffed under his breath, got himself a new cigar, and sat in his office chair, smirking.

“That woman.” He chuckled to himself and resumed his work.

eustass kid x f!reader.

“That’s utter bullshit.” Eustass took a swig of his drink, glaring at the map Killer set out before him. “We’re not stopping there, Kill.”

Killer dragged out a sigh. “We need a supply run.”

“Can’t we get it on the island we’re headed?”

“No, that place is crawling with Marines. Which is why we’re—”

You scream.

Eustass stopped drinking. Killer stopped talking. They were both soon on their feet.

“Was that my fucking lady?” He barked, running in the direction of your shared quarters.

“Take it easy.” Killer snapped, his weapons ready to go, and when his Captain slammed the door open, he stood beside him.

“OI, what—”

“Get rid of it! Oh my God, get rid of it!” You cry, pointing in the direction where the spider was crawling on the floor.

If looks could kill you’d be six feet under. But at the sight of your tears, Eustass picked up the spider and gave it to Killer to toss out.

All anger, all protest, died in his throat when he saw you were just in a bikini set. It was scorching, after all, and you were lounging pretty like this? Without him?

He grinned to himself, washed his hands, and wrapped his arms around you.

“You’re fine, pretty, take it easy.” He placed a hand to your head and when Killer came back, he waved him off. “Do what you were planning originally. No need to deal with those idiots.”

Killer nodded and shut the door.

“Thought you’d be more angry.” You laugh.

“Your ass and tits saved you.” He grinned. His grin widens when you roll your eyes with a huff. “Now what are we doing?”

“I’m reading this magazine.” You take the magazine from under his thigh and lie down. “You have a job to do as Captain.”

He placed his large palm on your stomach, his red coat long abandoned, and placed his face on your thigh. “Yeah? That can wait.” He sighed when your fingers massage his scalp. “Attagirl.” He mumbled, eyes closing. He had his good arm to your right thigh, his metal arm under your left thigh.

It cooled you down.

“Stay as long as you like.” You hum, taking a peek at him over the magazine.

“You bet your ass I am. Just do me a favour yeah?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t you ever scream like that again.”

You were quiet for a moment. It was then you could still see the panic that was on his face.

“You got it, Cap.”

shanks x f!reader.

Being hungover and hearing his favourite lady scream at the same time was not for the weak. Shanks heart dropped to his ass, his usual relaxed facade morphing into something lethal, dangerous, absolutely chaotic. He was going to murder the asshole who fucking tried you and ran in the direction of your scream only to find you swatting your spoon down on something as the tears spilled freely down your cheeks.

You heard his footsteps and you cried, throwing your arms around him. “Shanks, it won’t leave me alone!”

“What won’t leave you alone?” He frowned. Then he saw the bug that was evading your hits. He let out a laugh, his racing heart slowing, relief flooding through him. “Oh you menace.”

He couldn’t stop laughing. If he didn’t laugh, he’d start an argument.

“Stop laughing, Shanks, and get rid of it!”

“Okay, okay!” He laughed and with ease, he picked it up, and tossed it outside. He washed his hands. “You scared me, you know.”

“Sorry.” You say sheepishly, pressing a kiss to his scar.

He shook his head, a small smile on his face. He needed a distraction. “What are you making?”

“My favourite!” You open the lid and show him the meal you were cooking. “Probably need a new spoon though.” You laugh and put the heat on low. “I—”

Shanks pressed you to the counter, his mouth finding yours, and you kiss back.

“This isn’t sanitary.” You tease him.

“I don’t care.” Shanks mumbled against your mouth. “I need you, and I’m having you.”

Your cheeks matched his hair. Still, you don’t push him away.

—

Shanks cleaned you up, then he cleaned himself up, placing a lazy kiss to your cheek. “Food okay?”

You let out a laugh. “It’s more than okay. Are you okay?”

He caressed your face in his hands. “Yeah just… don’t ever scream like that again, okay?”

You nod. “Okay.”

୨୧ — Gojo's hands shake like he's eighteen again, gripping your hips with white knuckled desperation, "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" his vocabulary reduced to caveman like grunts when you're under him like this, years of experience apparently meaning jack shit when your legs wrap around his waist.

He's all stuttering rhythm and graceless hunger, like he forgot how bodies work. One second he's jackhammering into you with supernatural speed, the next he's frozen completely, forehead pressed to your collarbone, panting like he just ran a marathon because your warmth threatens to undo him entirely... "Jesus, you’re…" He breaks off with a choked laugh, hips jerking erratically. "Fuck, been too long since I- shit, do that thing again. With your tongue again, please. Right there."

His demand is adorably needy, punctuated by a sharp, sloppy thrust as you scrape your teeth against the tendon of his neck, just how he likes it~.

Everything about his technique is pure chaos. No finesse, just raw need and that stupid boyish grin even when he's buried deep enough to kiss your cervix with the tip of his dick.

When you arch beneath him, a low moan tearing from your throat, your cunt clamps down hard around his cock. It’s a vice grip, a sudden, violent spasms that rippled through your entire body… Satoru’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. And for a moment, he forgets his name, yours, and any word that isn’t an expletive as you completely come undone.

It’s not just a flutter, not just a wetness, but a gush. Hot, sudden. A flood of your release soaking his entire cock, his balls, the thick thatch of white hair at his base. It rushes out of you in thick, uncontrollable waves, splattering onto his sheets beneath your ass with an audible wet splssh. The sound is obscene. Juices slicking his length, dripping down him, making his thrusts messy- obscenely wet.

"Did you just-? His voice is thick with pure awe, breathless. The stupid grin returns as he drives into that soaked cunt of yours, feeling the slick mess coating him. "Whoa! Youre like a little Squirtle." The ridiculous Pokémon joke tumbles out mid thrust… He’s so fucking pleased with himself, he almost fumbles his rhythm entirely,"Get it? 'Cause you just squir—"

"Satoru, I swear to God-" you gasp, but the protest is cut off as he angles his hips sharply, burying himself impossibly deeper.

"Yeah, yeah, less talking, more-"

The new angle hits that spongy spot inside you dead on, hard. A choked cry rips from you, followed instantly by another gush, soaking him further, the sheets beneath you now a dark, soaked circle.

Whether or not they meant to hurt you by saying it, they did. By the time they caught on, you were already changing to someone out of reach.

𝓬haracters: Sanji, ASL brothers, Shanks

tags: Angst & Comfort, some established relationship, accidental injury, WCI spoilers, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns.

song: capable of love - pinkpantheress

SANJI isn’t cruel because he stopped loving you, he’s cruel because he’s trying to. He truly believes pushing you away is the only way to protect you.

Even the day you needed his reassurance most.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He bit out, stepping his way into the carriage that took him to the humiliation of a marriage he didn’t even want.

“I was never going to choose you.”

Sanji is the man who worships the ground you walk on. The one who lights up just because you’re in the room. So why was he being like this?

The line between black and white became such a blur in your teary eyes. You’d straightened your back, fixed on anything but his face. “Understood.”

That’s the moment he’d realize he went too far, even if it was to keep you away. Because in the world he gets out of this alive, how could it possibly go back the way it was.

In short, it didn’t.

You fought just as hard as everyone else bringing him back, but you acknowledged him differently. No more soft glances across the table. No more eyes lingering when he smiles. No more quiet conversations you had with him in the kitchen.

Sanji can survive rejection.

He cannot survive being treated like he’s nothing special to you, he was barely clinging on from just a week of your silence.

—

You’re alone in the kitchen, cutting fruit. Not because you need to. Just because you don’t want to sit out there with everyone else, it was too cold, a bit too warm as well.

The knife presses into the peel of the orange, juice on your fingers.

Footsteps.

“..You’re going to cut yourself holding it like that,” he says softly, a hand gripping the edge of the counter near you, but never too close. "I’ll cut the rest, ma chérie."

“I’m fine.” You said, numb.

The knife slips, just like he said.

You hiss under your breath as the blade grazes your finger, blood trickling down your wrist. His hand wraps around your wrist instinctively, stopping the bleeding with a cloth he had.

“I told you,” he breathes, but his voice cracks around the word. “Your hands are too precious.”

You try to pull back, but he doesn’t let you.

"I'm fine." You tried again, but it was even less convincing than the first.

His heartbeat is fast, it’s the longest interaction you guys had. “Look at me.” he whispers into your ear, you felt your whole body shiver. “You can’t keep ignoring me like this.”

“Yes I can.” And you could, but you sadly weren’t so simple.

You try not to look at him, but it’s hard not to see straight when he’s the one holding you. When you looked up finally, you notice how his composure was gone, no elegance left. Your hand trembles against him.

“I thought if you hated me, you’d stay away. You’d be safe.” His thumb presses lightly over your knuckles. He already explained this before, the first day even.

“But that also meant you stopped loving me,” he continues, voice rough. You didn’t have the heart to correct him. “And I don’t know how to breathe when you do that.”

Tears formed in his eyes before yours, you could hear it in the way he breathed.

“I need you to look at me again,” he whimpers, a choke at the end. “Even if you’re angry. Even if you hit me. Just don’t treat me like I’m nothing.”

That’s his real fear.

His grip softens, but he doesn’t let go.

“I love you,” he says, steady now.

A shaky breath was let out, but this time it from you. “I hate you so much.” You breathed, but despite your words your head sinked into his shoulder. “You can be so cruel.”

In other words, I love you too, but I’m still mad.

He brought a hand to your back, hesitating before it settled there permanently.

SABO

The room had settled into an uneasy quiet.

Sabo had work stacked higher than usual, little casualties have been popping up and it’s been taking a toll on the moral of everyone.

You were there anyway, for him.

Your head laid against his desk, watching him with that soft patience he never seemed to earn but always received. When his ink slipped and a word smeared across the page, you let out a quiet laugh, already half stood to fetch him a fresh sheet.

But that was it for him.

“Don’t you have something to do?” He asked, it felt a lot more sharper than anything. He was tired, frayed at the edges. “Instead of hovering around me.”

Ah.

You blinked once, like you hadn’t quite processed it. Then you pushed yourself up slowly from the chair, the echo of it filling the silence. “I.. yeah.” A pause. Breath catching slightly. “I’ll see you around, Sabo.”

The door clicked shut.

At first, he told himself it was better this way, less pressure on both of you.

If anything, he thought it was a good change at first. You began matching him more, the work, the missions, the way you bit your pen when you thought.

You guys began living the same life style, but not in the same life.

When you passed him in corridors, your eyes didn’t linger anymore. No small smile. No teasing remark under your breath.

He started noticing things he hadn’t before.

How often you had been the one pulling him out of his own spiral. How often you had made the room feel less like an office and more like somewhere people could still breathe.

And now you weren’t doing that anymore.

Because of him.

He didn’t look at the chair at first. Because that chair was yours, literally. You brought it in a random day and it never left.

When he finally did, it stood out more than it should have, pulled close to his desk, slightly angled, like it had been part of the room’s routine. Like you had been still here with him.

Not once did he touch it, hoping one day you’d just be there.

And still, he didn’t say it to your face.

—

Koala didn’t bring it up gently, that wasn’t in her nature. She banged the desk, grabbing his attention fast.

He stared, a bit shock.

“Sabo, the girl used to live in your presence.” she scolding pulling his cheek, hard. He whined a bit. “She could barely even joke with you without worrying you’d push her away again!”

His fingers tightened slightly against the paper in his hands, the worst part was this was something he didn’t even think about.

Koala exhaled, softer now but no less firm. “Can’t you see how much she’s doing for you?”

His gaze drifted from her, back to the chair.

—

It took him longer than it should’ve to find you. Not because you were avoiding him, you weren’t. You were exactly where you always were, but still completely different.

When he stepped into the room, you didn’t look up. Not even once.

He brought a chair with him, it scraped across the floor like any wood on wood interaction. You paused for half a second, then kept writing. He brought it closer anyway and sat right beside you.

Then he leaned forward until he could rest his head on his arm against the edge of your desk. That made your pen stop, but you still didn’t look at him. He exhaled through his nose, something almost bitter at himself.

“I keep thinking about that day,” he admitted, eyes fixated on something near your hand. “Your presence was never the problem, I should’ve never made you think it was. If anything, I was.”

Silence stretched again, but he knew you were listening at least. He shifted his body, slower this time, and rested his head fully on your desk. “I don’t want this version of us to be the only one that exists,” he said quietly.

Then, after a breath that sounded rough, “I don't want this to be it.”

Finally, you did look at him, head tilted slightly to his side. Your eyes were much duller now, they looked tired, much more tired than him. He noticed your chapped lips, messy hair, bruised finger. All of his faults.

You saw apologies you never thought could be said through just an expression.

Carefully, he reached up and let his fingers slip into your hair, smoothing the ends. Holding on to you in anyway he can, and you leaned into it, not completely.

Because you were still here.

And this time, he wasn’t going to act like that didn’t matter.

ACE -

You popped up behind Ace with a bright yelp, grabbing both his shoulders hard enough to jolt him forward. He gasped, nearly dropped what he was holding before realizing it was you. “You trying to kill me?”

“Not yet.” You stepped back dramatically, hands on your hips while you turned side to side. “For now, answer me. How do I look?” You asked, looking up with a mischievous grin.

You’d actually tried to impress him. Fixed your hair. Change your outfit. Put effort into it. The kind of effort that makes your stomach twist because you care who’s looking. You cared if he was looking.

Ace blinked, looked once, then again. “It’s.. different.”

Different.. what does that mean?

Silence.

You waited, but nothing followed.

“..Thanks.” You smiled anyway, a tight one that fought to frown. He nodded like he’d done his job, walking away with a silent goodbye.

It was fine, didn’t matter.

You told yourself you can move on, but all you remember that night was scrubbing your face, throwing the clothes, and never considered doing it again for your own sake. Why? Because you cared too much.

The next day, you wore something that didn’t risk that embarrassing pause. It was dull, something you found in the back of the laundry. You didn’t even like how it looked.

And when the days followed, you began expressing that same color.

Ace didn’t even think anything about it, he didn’t mind as long as you were comfortable. He thought you were, he really did.

—

Izou started off softly, a genuine worry masked as an innocent question. “What happened to her cute outfits?” He asked, leaning against the wall. “I wanted to learn a thing or two.”

Ace stiffened, then thought about it. Really thought about it, or specifically that day. He remembered the way you’d looked at him, hopeful. Expecting something more than a passing comment.

And yeah. He’d panicked.

Not because you looked bad, because you looked good. It was different in a way that made his brain short circuit and his mouth betray him.

But it was the fact he didn’t correct himself instantly is what brought him here.

He realizes that change you made wasn’t for comfortability, but because Ace was dumb enough to not notice.

That you did it for him.

—

Ace found you later, leaning against the railing, a hint of déjà vu from when you met him here days ago. It took you a second to register him, and even then you were pretty dismissive.

He stood there awkwardly. “That thing you wore the other day.”

You froze but kept your voice low, avoiding that hopefulness in your throat. “Yeah?”

“It wasn’t bad.”

You stared at him, the wind pushing a strands of your hair across your face the longer he waited, he wasn’t even close to grasping how small he might look like right.

"You.." He looked away from you, tapping on the railing with this restless motion. “You looked good.”

That was his honesty, that was his a dirty secret. God he was pathetic.

“I’m not good at pretty words,” he admitted. “But I don’t ever want you thinking I don’t like the way you are. Or the way you try. I..” He swallowed. “I really liked it.”

There it was.

Your smile came easier this time, still small, a little bit hesitant. “Why’d it take so long to say it?”

He gave you a look, accepting every step he was allowed. “I know.” He kicked lightly at the deck, looking at you softly. "My favorite was two weeks ago, definitely that one. I noticed my name on your nails—.”

“Shut up.”

LUFFY -

You used to talk with your whole body. You’d lean into him without thinking, knee knocking his, like you guys were kids again. “But he still lives,” you said chuckling, smiling down at the page. “He’s a pretty tragic character, I didn’t expect it to get so dark.”

You looked up and Luffy wasn’t looking at you.

“Oh,” he muttered. “That’s cool.” The wind filled the silence. You waited for the follow up he’d ask. The confused question. Anything. He sighed, “Ya’ done yet?”

You smiled like your feelings weren’t hurt.

“Yeah, there wasn’t much.” you said, the book closing with a soft thud. He didn’t notice how small you sounded. “I’ll see you later, Luffy.”

That was the last time you went to him with a chapter still warm in your hands.

And he didn’t worry about it.

Luffy didn’t notice absences the way other people did, mainly because you guys were apart of the same crew, so that distance wasn’t much. But, he’d look to his side sometimes, expecting your elbow in his ribs.

He didn’t know why that bothered him, not yet.

—

The ship stopped at a new island for a restock. Luffy walked down the stands, a certain group catching his eye. It was a book promotion, about the one you wouldn’t shut up about.

He tried to remember the last time you wouldn’t shut up about anything.

The last time you’d tugged on his sleeve. The last time you’d sat next to him with that look in your eyes like you were about to explode with something you couldn’t keep in.

Robin watched his expression shift. Watched the confusion settle, then the sadness. “Luffy,” she said carefully, “when’s the last time she talked to you about a book?”

That caught him off guard.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Luffy tried again. “She.. she hasn’t lately.” He stated quietly, and that felt weird to say. You guys talked daily still, that wouldn't change. But it wasn't the same.

Robin tilted her head. “Hasn’t? Or stopped?”

The noise of the market suddenly felt far away.

He replayed it, you on the deck, smiling down at the page. He remembered saying it, but he didn’t remember what your face looked like after.

And that was all it took for him to run back to the ship.

_

He reached the library, breathless by the time he opened the door. You stared at him in disbelief, watching as he stubbornly sat right next to you with his hands in his lap. You pulled the book in your hand closer.

“Something wrong?” You mumbled, each inch you leaned back was an extra two inches he leaned in.

“Tell me about the book.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I want you to ramble to me again.” He whined, a frustrated hand trembling in his lap.

“You were the one who looked bored.” You stated bluntly, ending with a sigh. "You don't have to listen—“

“But I’m not!” He retorted instantly, a slight crack in his voice. “I miss it when you came to me. I know, I struggle to look interested.. and sometimes I get distracted.” He began the useless rambling. “But! But.. I really like when you get excited.”

You both stared at each other for seconds too long. He wasn’t done talking, but he wanted to know if you were still waiting for him. Your gaze softened, feeling a light tremble in your lips.

So he continued.

“I don’t know why.” He frowned, answering the question your face expressed. “But still, I remember things. Like how you like uh.. uhm laya’s..”

“Laios.”

Your favorite, he knew him despite his selective memory.

SHANKS -

“You’re not the only woman in the world.” Shanks gave a low chuckle into his drink like it was nothing worth holding onto.

His shoulder brushed yours on purpose, fingers lazily grazing your hand as if he already expected you not to pull away.

“A man like me can’t be tied down.”

Translating to, he doesn't want anything serious.

The words should’ve been light, it was a joke after all. But every joke had an underlining truth, like when he said it to you. You stared at him for a second too long, jaw locking as you forced out a scoff. “I’m not trying to tie you down.”

You pushed back from the table. The chair scraped. “I’m going to the ship.”

He didn’t say anything, eyes lashes fluttering as he watch you slowly leave through the door.

After that, nothing changed for him for the following month. It looked like that at least.

You stopped letting him touch you, everytime he nuzzled your face, wrap his hands around your waist, you would brush him off. He would flirt with you at times, and you stared at him in silence until it got too awkward- and so on.

All the dumb shit you used to put up with all because you liked him.

And it got to him.

Shanks brushed a finger against the table, a long strained groan leaving his lips. He misses you, but in a weird way where you were there, but just not his to take. He didn’t notice what changed, not yet.

He laughed at that thought, not even realizing no other woman besides you has been in his mind for as long as this, as desperately as this.

“Shanks.”

He jumped out of thought, slowly turning around to face Beckman. “..yes?”

“Quite frankly we don’t care about your woman life. It’s not our business.” He was honest, brutally honest, and somehow the emperor knew what was coming already. “But don’t be surprised when you treat the girl like a one night stand and she doesn’t put up with you.”

Shank’s blinked, mouth slightly parting with nothing coming out.

“I wouldn’t—” But he did, that’s exactly what it sounded like that night. He swallowed whatever spot was in his mouth. “She doesn’t want me.”

Excuses.

“She did want you, Shank’s.” He huffed, light frustration in the tone of his voice, translating it from a womanizer to a yearner. “So do something about it, yeah?”

—

You were sitting on a crate, head tipped back toward the sky, pretending you weren’t waiting for anything. He stopped behind you, far from silently.

You finally looked up, meeting a sullen look in his eyes, it looked like regret. “Captain?”

“I haven’t had a one night stand in weeks.” He whispered, like he was trying to joke and failed halfway through.

Huh.

You only chuckled, the one people force. “A fuck isn’t happening,” you said sharply, standing up. “Nice try, though.”

“What? No.” He stepped forward too fast. “That’s not what I meant.”

You blinked, a part of you shaken from his rare honesty. Or rather you were afraid of it. “Then what was it?”

“I’m sorry.”

Your hands tightened at your sides, you knew exactly where this was coming from, and you weren’t ready for it.

“I miss when you looked at me, not like others.” He exhaled, annoyed with himself. “I like when it’s just us, I don’t care what you call it, or what it was. I just..”

He stopped, but he was already too far in.

“I want you close,” he said instead, simpler. “Not like everyone else.”

But nothing was matching up with what he’s said already.

“I thought I couldn’t tie you down.” You breathed, a hitch in your throat.

How gazed softened, finding somewhere to leave his hands that wasn’t on you, he landed on his belt. It wouldn't be necessary though. “I was wrong—“

Your hand lifted before you could think, pressing against his mouth to stop him from saying something else that would undo you.

Shank’s eyes deepened, unexpectedly, he caught your wrist.

He held it there, slowly kissing your palm with a softness you didn’t know he had in himself. It was something he’d been trying not to do for a long time.

“I’ll make it right,” he said against your hand, voice low.

You didn’t forgive him, but you didn’t walk away either. And he made sure you’d never regret that decision of letting him closer again.

A/N: I hope everyone saw that dungeon meshi sneak and started cheering like how I did. Thank u for readinggg this was actually really fun to write

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : crocodile (opla) x wife!reader, dirty talk, swearing, MDNI, hair pulling, blowjob, deep throat, mild overstimulation, sex without a condom, nsfw, ejaculation inside, biting, hickeys, humiliation.

Being married to Crocodile is rather complicated; it all started with an agreement that gradually transformed into something far more dangerous and addictive.

He, the undisputed king of Alabasta, the former Shichibukai who still ruled even after losing his official title. And you, a former Baroque Works agent who proved too much loyalty, too much intelligence, and too much physical presence for him to simply discard.

He took you as his wife in a somewhat discreet ceremony inside Rain Dinners; no one dared question, no one dared look twice.

The private suite was on the upper floors, far from the noise of the countless roulette wheels and the fake laughter of the gamblers. Beige marble walls, heavy purple velvet curtains, a golden chandelier projecting warm light onto the bed covered in black silk sheets.

The air always smelled of expensive cigars, sand, and the woody perfume he wore. You waited, as always, dressed only in a black silk robe that barely covered your thighs, your hair loose, your body already tingling with expectation and worry.

He had left early to take care of some business, rumors that the Straw Hats were still around and could return to cause trouble.

You knew he was invincible with the Suna Suna no Mi, but his old scars reminded you that even kings bled.

The door opened with a low click, the smell of cigars wafted in, and then he appeared.

The dark fur coat hung over his broad shoulders like a king's cape, superior as he was, and the purple vest open over his unbuttoned white shirt revealed defined muscles and the old scar that cut across his abdomen.

His hair combed back, a few rebellious strands falling on his forehead. The stitched scar across his nose, the golden hook gleaming in the light, and between his beautiful lips, the thick cigar releasing lazy smoke.

He closed the door with his foot, his heavy eyes fixed on you as if he already knew exactly what you were thinking.

━━ Still awake, [name]? ━ His voice came out deep, laden with sarcastic amusement. ━━ I thought you'd learned not to wait for me like an anxious little dog.

You stood up from the sofa, your robe slipping slightly off your shoulder. Your heart pounded, but you kept your voice steady.

━━ You took your time, I heard rumors about the Straw Hat Pirates, if they—

He laughed, a slow, low laugh, the sound vibrated in his chest and echoed in the room.

━━ Rumors. ━ He took a step forward, taking the cigar from his mouth just to blow the smoke in your direction. ━━ You really think those kids can touch me? Pathetic. You worry too much, girl. It irritates me... and also amuses me.

He stopped just inches away, the heat of his body like the desert at midday. The hook slowly rose, the cold tip lightly touching the exposed skin of your shoulder, tracing a line to your collarbone without hurting you; you felt a shiver run down your spine.

━━ I am your wife. ━━ you murmured, lifting his chin. ━━ I'm not one of your disposable agents. If something happens to you...

The hook caught the robe's tie and pulled slowly, opening it. The fabric slid down your shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving you naked before him. Crocodile tilted his head, his eyes slowly and possessively traveling over your body.

━━ My wife, hm? ━ he repeated, as if testing the taste of the words. A crooked smile formed. ━━ How cute, you still think you have the right to order me around? How adorable.

Before you could answer, his right hand firmly gripped your chin, tilting your head upwards.

The kiss came roughly, without warning. His mouth dominated yours, his tongue invading, biting your lower lip hard enough to leave a mark.

You moaned softly against his mouth, your hands instinctively rising to his broad chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt.

He pulled back just enough to speak against your lips, his voice husky and mocking.

━━ Hah.. look at you... moaning just from a kiss, you're pathetic.

Another kiss, deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth while his hand slid down, gripping your waist tightly. The hook slid down your back, the cold tip making you arch against him.

He pushed you against the marble wall, his enormous body completely covering yours. You felt the thick bulge inside his pants pressing against your stomach.

━━ On your knees. ━ he ordered, simply, leaving no room for discussion.

You obeyed immediately, the cold floor against your knees, your hands trembling with excitement as you unzipped his pants.

His cock sprang free, thick and long, veins throbbing, the head already glistening with a slight pre-ejaculate. Crocodile held the cigar between his teeth, one hand in your hair, twisting the strands tightly.

━━ That's it, now suck like the good wife you pretend to be.

You opened your mouth and swallowed it deeply, your throat contracting around it, but you pushed harder, your eyes watering.

He let out a low grunt of approval, his hips moving slowly at first, fucking your mouth with cruel control.

━━ Deeper, little girl. I want to feel that fucking tight throat swallowing it all.

You obeyed, your nose touching the base of it, gagging, saliva running down your chin. Tears streamed down, but you didn't stop.

While you were sucking, your body betrayed you, your hips moving on their own, rubbing desperately against his leg, against the shiny leather boot, seeking friction on your swollen clitoris.

The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against your wet pussy and you moaned loudly around his cock, the sound muffled and wet.

Crocodile noticed, of course he noticed.

He laughed, low and somewhat cruel, pulling your hair back to look at your face.

━━ Ah... look at you, rubbing against my leg like a bitch in heat while gagging on my cock. My little wife, reduced to this. Whimpering and wetting my boot just because you can't wait.

You whimpered loudly, the sound coming out broken because he pushed deeper, blocking the air.

Tears streamed down, but you rubbed faster, the humiliating pleasure rising in waves. He pulled your hair rhythmically, fucking your mouth mercilessly, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust.

━━ Damn, that's right, baby, swallow... I want to see you gag nicely for me.

You moaned and whimpered incessantly, the wet sound echoing in the room. One of your hands went up, squeezing his thigh, the other between your own legs, rubbing your clitoris while you continued sucking. He noticed and laughed louder.

━━ What a desperate little hand, can't even suck properly without touching yourself? What a hungry little slut, but keep going, I want to see you cum on my leg before I fuck that little pussy.

The orgasm came too strong, you trembled all over, moaning loudly around his cock, your pussy throbbing as you rubbed frantically against his boot, wetting the leather. He didn't stop fucking your throat, using your mouth like a toy.

While you were still trembling, he pulled your hair hard, taking his cock out of your mouth with an obscene sound, saliva dripping down your chin and breasts.

He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, his strong hand on your waist, the hook pinning your wrist above your head against the wall.

━━ Now that's more like it, ━ he murmured against your ear, biting your earlobe. ━━ Time to remember who's in charge here.

He turned you to face the wall, chest pressed against your back. His wet cock slid between your thighs, brushing against your soaked entrance.

One brutal thrust and he was inside, deep and thick, opening you completely. You screamed, nails scratching the marble.

━━ Ah~ shit, Crocodile...

━━ Scream louder. ━ He growled, biting your shoulder hard, sucking on your skin until he left a purple hickey. ━━ I want to hear my little bitch whimpering my name while I destroy this pussy.

He fucked you mercilessly, deep, quick thrusts, the wet sound of skin against skin echoing.

The hook gripped your hip, his right hand squeezed your breast, fingers pinching your nipple. He kissed your neck, sucked and bit, leaving red and purple marks everywhere, each hickey accompanied by a moan from you and a low laugh from him.

━━ My God, look what you've become... moaning like a little slut.

You came again, legs trembling, your pussy squeezing him tightly. He didn't stop, he turned you around, lifted you up like you were nothing, legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock went in again, deeper in this position. His mouth took yours in a strong kiss, his tongue moving in the same rhythm as his cock fucked your pussy.

━━ One more... ━ He grunted against your lips. ━━ Come for me again, squeeze my cock while I fill you up.

You obeyed, of course you obeyed, the third orgasm tore you apart, loud moans, tears of pleasure streaming down. Only then did he come, deep and hot, pulsing inside you while letting out a guttural grunt, teeth sinking into your neck, leaving another mark.

He carried you to the bed without leaving you, falling onto the silk sheets, his enormous body covering yours, still throbbing slightly. The cigar he'd left in the ashtray was still smoking.

Crocodile looked at you, his face slightly flushed, his lips swollen, marks all over his body, and smiled sideways.

━━ Tomorrow you'll wake up all sore... but I know you like it. ━ He gave you a slow, almost tender kiss on the forehead, a stark contrast to everything else.

You smiled weakly, exhausted, your body still trembling against his.

━━ I love you, you arrogant idiot.

He chuckled softly, pulling you to his broad chest, his hook resting possessively on your waist.

━━ I know, now sleep.

A/N: thank you anon for requesting "Beckman with a chubby f reader who has stretchmarks but he secretly loves her weight a lot and is turned on by it (nsfw)". I hope you like it. i have to admit i think i rewrote this like 4 times so i hope i didn't mess it up now 🙈

Word Count: >6000

Plot: you feel really self-conscious because of your curves but Beckman is there to assure you that you are perfect to him

Warnings: NSFW, insecure reader, p in v, use of (Y/N), fingering, oral (receiving but not really described) MDNI ⚠️🔞

Characters: Beckman x Freader

law.

“I hate you!”

You didn’t mean to say that, the words came out of your mouth before you could take them back. However, that proclamation wasn’t entirely false. How Law has been treating you these past couple of days has wrecked you emotionally and you felt so sick and tired. So when another argument happened, the words came out wrong. You hated his actions, not him. Never him.

You don’t apologise, you don’t take the words back, you don’t gauge his reaction. You walk away sobbing, rubbing at your eyes.

“I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!” You scream louder, going to the kitchen to make yourself your favourite drink.

From behind the door, Bepo, Shachi and Penguin wince at the volume of your tone but stay in the room. They didn’t want to accidentally upset you more by asking if you were alright. Law however had other ideas. Instead of giving you space, he got over his shock, and followed after you.

“You don’t hate me.”

You slam the cup down after downing your favourite drink and ignore him. He was making his way towards you, you could tell by his footsteps. Then, his arms went around you.

“Go away, Law.”

“You don’t hate me; you don’t call me that.” Law says, burying his face in your neck.

“I do hate you!”

He stiffened. He looked at your face and your determination scared him. You didn’t hate him, no not you, certainly not you, his pretty wife.

“I hate how you’ve been treating me because of Luffy’s eccentric behaviour, and how he kept foiling each plan you made! Or Bepo forgetting to re-fuel, thus putting us in more danger, and Shachi getting lost. Need I say more because there is more but the fact of the matter is that I am not at fault for their wrongdoing! I’m not your verbal punching bag, Trafalgar Law, you don’t get to take it all out on me. You don’t get to nit-pick and dissect my wrongdoings after the situation is over either. So get your head out of your ass and leave me alone if you have nothing nice to say!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, chin-stache.”

His lips quirk at the nickname. He looked at you. “You don’t hate me, you hate my actions. I apologise, Y/N-ya.”

He got it right on but you were still mad.

“Who are you to tell me how I feel?”

“Tell me that you hate me now.” Law says. “If you do, I’ll walk away.”

Son of a…

You narrow your eyes at him. Then, you turn away from him to wash your cup. Law hummed, bringing his face to your neck and taking a bite. You huff and tug at his hair to move but that made him clingier.

“You’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Yes ma’am.” Law says, voice softer now. “Tell me that you love me, heart.”

You wanted to continue being petty. But of course, Law had his fears the same way that you had yours. So, you remind him that this isn’t the end of this fight, that you have won, and you end it by saying:

“I love you, you ass.”

eustass.

“Huh? You hate who, me?” He barked out a laugh, following after you as you made your way towards the deck. “Good joke, brat. Get your arse inside.”

You lean against the railing and look at the horizon.

He placed a firm hand on your lower back. “A storm’s coming in a minute. You really gonna defy my orders?”

“Can you shut the hell up please?”

He barked out another laugh. “Please? How cute.” He wrapped one arm around your neck. “How about no because a fucking storm bigger than your arse is coming this way, dolly, get a move on.” He lifted you up like you were nothing and smacked your ass when you complained, laughing harder. He took you to his workshop and sat you down on the couch. “I love you, shithead.”

You roll on your side and get comfortable. He towered over you.

“Oi, love, don’t make me repeat myself again like a lovesick fool.” He scowled. “I love you.”

“Good for you.”

He glared at you. “I’m gonna sit on you.”

“Wow, I’m so— Eustass!” You scream out his name when he did in fact sit on you. He didn’t put too much pressure and just grins, crossing his arms. “Woah, okay, okay you fucking fatass, I love you! Now get up, you’ll break my legs!”

He barked out a laugh, and flopped ontop of you. “You should know better than to say stupid shit, woman. Now let me sleep.”

He buried his face between your boobs and started to snore. You let out a sigh. He’s impossible, you think to yourself, but smile gently.

Yeah. I do love him.

shanks.

“Aw, I hate you too, pretty.” Shanks wrapped one arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You roll your eyes. “Go away.”

“Hate is the new love, right? I hate you too.”

Your scowl deepens, you say nothing.

“I hate you, Y/N. I ha—”

You squish his cheeks together. “Will you shut up, Shanks?”

“Not so nice when it happens to you now is it, love?” He said, voice squeaky.

You press a kiss to his mouth and pull away before he could respond to it.

“Humph, whatever. I love you.”

Shanks grinned and rubbed his cheeks. He then pressed his mouth to yours. “I love you too, princess.”

doflamingo.

All Doffy could do was laugh. What else was he supposed to do when his wife angrily announces to him and the walls of the room that she hates him. She was nowhere to be seen, having run off before Doffy got the chance to make a smart retort, but he knew that there was only one place where you’d be other than the bedroom.

The garden.

So, he made his way over, but the family could tell the smile he had on his face was strained. Behind his eyes, concealed by his glasses, a flicker of something very unfamiliar danced in his eyes, and when he found you, laying down, with the sun kissing your skin, he made his way over.

You could tell it was your husband because of his chuckling and didn’t bother telling him off when he spreads your legs to get comfy on top of you. He pressed his chin to your breast and stared at you.

“Who hates who?” Doflamingo chuckled, brushing the hair out of your face. “Wife?”

You pull the sunglasses down your face to look at him. “I do.”

His grin faltered. How dare you say such a thing to him? Then, his mouth attacked yours. You were surprised at the emotion behind the kiss and because you did in fact love him, you foolishly kiss back, and when he pulled away, the unsure grin was sure again. He licked his mouth and his stare was predatory.