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Title: Basement Negotiations

(Chapter 1 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Reader/(Y/N) type: cis female marine

Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader as primary. Smoker x Reader is in the past. And Kuzan/Aokiji x Reader is there a little too.

Chapter Warnings: nonconsensual, dubious consent, language, violence, biting, blood, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving)

Chapter Synopsis: Imagine being an overly ambitious young marine under Tsuru’s command. You’ve just had a very public breakup with Smoker, and without knowing also caught the Heavenly Demon’s eye for quite a while now. But you may have finally crossed the line in interfering with the warlord’s business dealings. Either way, Doflamingo will make sure you get what you deserve.

Chapters: 1, 2

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“You aren’t listening!” Smoker barked back at you, those two cigars pinched between his now bared teeth.

Things had unraveled here so quickly. Just minutes ago you’d been calmly following him as he’d asked to have a private word in the courtyard here at Mariejois.

For three months the two of you had been apart on assignments in different seas, and almost nightly you’d imagined finally seeing him again. You’d envisioned sharing a bed once more and doing everything you knew you had both been waiting for.

But now Smoker’s expression was practically a snarl and it just snapped something deeper within you as that final straw broke.

All the weeks that it’d been hard to get him by transponder snail, you hadn’t even worried. He was busy. You were busy. And you’d finally made the rank of captain. That next crucial step towards your own dream of becoming a vice admiral someday. You’d been riding that emotional high, just anticipating getting to celebrate together with him.

But this man who you thought would share in your pride and accomplishments the most, looked you dead in the eyes and said you had an obsession. That your desire to so rapidly climb the ranks at the expense of all else was not healthy. You were going to crash and burn, and he would no longer be a party to that.

But he hadn’t wanted to do this over snail. He’d come all this way just to tell you that the two of you were over straight to your face.

And as hotheaded as the both of you could be, the resulting argument had escalated explosively to this.

His subordinate Tashigi had dashed out, tears almost in her eyes by then as she begged for the fight to stop. You considered her a friend, but even she wasn’t enough to reason with you then as you’d landed the first solid kick against his clenched jaw.

A haki infused strike that even a logia fruit user couldn’t dissipate away from. The sound of the connect had been audible through the courtyard as he reeled back.

“He thinks I’m weak!” You called out spitefully to Tashigi as you immediately followed up to invert your body with a dive and a handspring that let your legs wrap around Smoker’s neck next before he could fly away.

Every place your bodies touched, you coated with haki in order to keep a hold of him. He tried to grab your thighs, but you still completed the maneuver to set him off balance and pull him down to the ground instead.

You wouldn’t stop fighting now until you either drew first blood or pinned him as symbolic victory. Because it drove something in you absolutely livid to be thought of as physically less than any other marine.

What he framed as caring about you, you could now only see as him not believing in your strength and ability to outlast your peers.

He didn’t know what sacrifices you’d already made. How hard it had been to claw your way up even to this point. You had worked so doggedly to be here, and you would go even higher, with or without him.

You knew you could mitigate his abilities better in close quarters. But he did knock you back enough to finally turn to smoke and take to the air.

Besides your haki though, your other weapon of choice was the rope dart you now unwrapped from your shoulder. He wasn’t out of your range yet as you infused the dagger with more of your power and launched it at him in the air.

You sensed his frustration mounting as well, and you knew he was about to make a mistake. You saw it so clearly in your mind that you focused on nothing else.

And that was the exact moment in which you lost the battle, as you didn’t account for the surprise attack from behind.

You did gasp aloud as your feet seized to the ground. The sudden cold felt like knives piercing all the way up your bare legs and beneath your skirt as your upper body stilled in that brief paralysis.

Your rope dart went limp on the ground as you’d stopped controlling it. You were trying to catch your breath as that unnatural cold had risen all the way up into your chest then.

“Enough sparring for this morning…don’t you think?” A new voice questioned calmly, yet still imposing enough behind you.

“You always take his side,” You muttered through an involuntary shiver. You’d completely lost feeling in your legs by the time Aokiji walked by you with his hands back in his pockets.

“Congratulations on making captain.” The admiral said sincerely. Before adding, “Tsuru said she has a new assignment for you though. I’d head fast to her office, yeah?”

You stared after him in surprise as he kept walking, but with a mix of a little dread building in you all the same. Tsuru was the last person you wanted to be scolded by right now. But this fight had all happened so fast. Could she already know?

You quickly started refocusing your haki to melt off the ice. It looked like little bits of steam coming off of your legs before you were able to stagger forward with the rest of the excess ice shattering off of you as it fell to the ground in chunks.

Smoker was possibly getting reprimanded by Aokiji next. You could see them talking now. But the two men were friends, so it was doubtful. You really only saw Tashigi still looking upset, like she wanted to say something to you. But you turned your back to them all after collecting your weapon to wrap it back around your shoulder.

When you did so, you realized just how much of an audience you’d acquired in the courtyard. Not just people all gawking on the ground level, but shadows moving in the balconies above as well. Too many to care about right now as your long marine coat flowed behind you as you stormed off.

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No part of Mariejois was actually a marine base. But in cooperation with the World Government, these administrative offices and meeting areas were shared with the marines.

You moved purposefully through the familiar corridors then, only stopping briefly at the women’s restroom area to mirror check yourself.

There was no time to change. All you could do was button closed your marine coat enough to cover up how your skirt and the bottom of your shirt were still wet from the melted ice.

You then took a wet towel next to clean your face of scuffs or dirt. It wasn’t so much vanity though as it was pride. You couldn’t look too disheveled, because that would mean that Smoker really had gotten the best of you.

He had been your longest physical relationship to this point. Two years of your life to that man. And now he’d just pulled the rug out from under you as his thanks for all the effort.

And as you’d turned away from the mirror, you heard the door and two other women coming in. They were talking amongst themselves.

“And she just attacked him right out there in front of everyone!”

“What a psycho!”

By their clothing, they were just two World Government clerks, glorified coffee getters actually. Not anyone whose opinion you gave a shit about even as the color drained from their faces when they saw you.

But you didn’t have the time, just shouldering roughly past them and right back out the door.

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As you entered Tsuru’s temporary office, still concerned for whatever discipline might await you there, you were only surprised to see a couple more of the crew helping her pack her things rapidly away.

“You’re leaving already, ma’am?” You asked, knowing the whole purpose of the trip here had been for the warlord meeting she was always a part of.

Even as a captain yourself now, your official post was still on her battleship. You had sailed under this woman from your very first marine recruitment actually. And for the dynamics of Tsuru’s crew, that meant she was more like a stern mother figure to you by this point.

“There’s been an incident near Amazon Lily.” She responded while sliding her notebooks into one of the bags they had. “Sengoku has asked that we go immediately and deescalate the situation to mitigate any casualties.”

It was no secret that Tsuru preferred a mostly female crew. So logically it’d make sense for you all to deal with Hancock and her Kuja Pirates if it came down to it.

“Yes, ma’am.” You answered, relieved to already have another fight to focus on really. “I’ll go to the ship now and help ready for sail then.” You had started to turn on your heel for the hallway too before she responded.

“You’re not coming with us.” The Vice Admiral cut you off.

The confusion in your eyes as you looked back must have been evident as she immediately continued.

“The warlord meeting is starting now. I need you to present that report on the war in Charybdis in my place. The World Government is still hemming and hawing about giving us the funding needed to move into that area.”

Yes, you were the one who had made the report for her in the first place. But always with the intention that it would have her authority as a vice admiral behind it when presented.

She knew you well though, and even that brief moment of silence made clear your hesitation. Of course she would have none of it. “You know the data better than anyone else. It’s your report, so make it work. Get us that funding.”

“I’m not a salesman, Tsuru-san.” You still protested. If the marines didn’t move in to turn the tide in that war soon, so many more lives were going to be lost. It was not minor politics to be played at by a novice.

“You don’t have to be a salesman. Be yourself, that’s authentic enough. They’ll believe you as long as you’re firm on it. And when it’s over, you can sail back to Marineford on Sengoku’s ship this evening.”

She shoved the report folders into your arms next, the last things that had been on her now cleared desk. “File everything of the reports in the government archive here too when done please. We may still need to reference them again later for those other things we talked about.”

“Of course,” You could only agree reflexively, knowing now she had obviously made up her mind.

And you were all walking back into the hall together soon after as they’d taken everything else that they needed.

“Good luck, (Y/N)!” Your other crewmates offered cheerfully.

But it was Tsuru whose brow still furrowed as if she’d remembered one last important thing. She spoke to you quickly, but with emphasis. “The only two warlords who showed up today are Bartholomew Kuma-” Because of course he always did. “But also Donquixote Doflamingo.” Who almost never did.

And her eyes were truly serious in that moment as she warned you. “I would say Doflamingo must have a vested interest in the war as well for him to come here now. Nothing altruistic either I’m sure. You’ll be fine with Sengoku there of course. But, do not let your guard down with that pirate. He’s conniving and dangerous. You know this.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You answered again. Tsuru had been the vice admiral chasing Doflamingo from long before he had immunity as a warlord. And before he had been king of Dressrosa either. You’d been there for some of it too, all the way back from those North Blue days as a chore girl on her ship. But you knew their shared history predated even your time on her crew.

That brief look she gave you of still lingering worry was what finally made you relax slightly though. Because it wasn’t that same patronizing concern that Smoker had had.

Tsuru knew damned well what you were capable of. She didn’t try to keep too tight of a leash on you either. She had always done her best just to guide you instead. Direct the weapon instead of dismantle it.

“I’ll be fine.” You nodded at her. “I won’t be intimidated by someone like Doflamingo. It’d be an embarrassment to our crew.”

“I know. But go on then and be careful. They’ll already be starting.” She shooed you on after, before you both turned to head in your opposite directions.

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And they had already started. You’d paused briefly, making sure your posture was just right and befitting of a marine before you walked in through the ornate meeting hall doors.

Vice Admiral Momonga was speaking about previous meetings’ minutes as you kept your calm even as you realized every chair seemed already occupied.

Mostly by lesser staff, World Government fodder likely here as well only for discussions about the Charybdis war. They would be your audience soon enough for this damned report.

There was at least one chair still open though as you rounded the table. And you thought you knew why. No one wanted to sit by the warlords.

But if they had to choose one, apparently they still chose Kuma. Because at this far curve of the table, it was another marine, then Kuma, then Doflamingo, the one empty chair, and then another government official.

So you didn’t have a choice as you slid silently into the empty seat beside Doflamingo and placed Tsuru’s folders on the table.

No one seemed to acknowledge your arrival. And that was fine as you were trying to discreetly reread the reports as the others kept working through their normal meeting preamble. You’d turned these reports in to Tsuru over a week ago, so the refresher was prudent.

But even as you listened while reading, there was something else that almost immediately distracted you.

The heady scent of cologne. It was odd to think that anything could smell so expensive. But it very much did as you saw movement in your peripheral vision.

You refused to look away from your paperwork though. Even as Doflamingo sank slightly down in his chair, as if he were getting more comfortable. His hands were in his pockets as he spread his knees wide open.

The warlord’s bright capris pants were then encroaching into your space to almost touch your own knees before you shifted your legs carefully away from him.

Your knees remained closed, then pointing towards the government official on the other side of you as you kept reading.

You didn’t know if anything in Doflamingo’s actions was intentional. But when he had moved, you’d smelled that cologne just minutely stronger. Affirming that the rich scent was indeed from the tall pirate.

Sengoku was speaking next. And you did finally glance up as you heard the fleet admiral mention you.

“Vice Admiral Tsuru has been unexpectedly occupied with a sudden matter concerning the Kuja pirates. Her subordinate, Captain (Y/N) will be presenting the Charybdis report in lieu of Tsuru this morning.”

And damn if every eye in the room wasn’t on you then. Though that oddly excited feeling was there as well as you realized it was the first time you’d been so publicly addressed as a captain. And there was absolutely no shame to also be noted as Tsuru’s subordinate in the same breath considering the immense respect you had for that woman.

“I do thank you for joining us on such short notice, (Y/N).” Sengoku continued, before uttering the words that really put the pressure on you. “If you could please go ahead and present the report. I know you likely have work elsewhere as well.”

“Yes, sir.” You answered as a visual transponder snail was passed in your direction.

Never had you presented at this level. But you’d been in enough lower level staff meetings to know the technology as second nature when you let the snail broadcast the documents onto one of the large screens that had been brought into the room.

You’d also been taught to stand whenever giving information to those who outranked you. So you were in your element as best as you could be, pushing your chair away to stand as you just got right into it to begin speaking.

But that wasn’t the hard part either you knew. Giving the information in a digestible format was one thing. Where it really came down to it would be when the questions started. You knew all too well that Tsuru had put her trust in you to not only relay your report, but to defend it as well.

And so you talked about the contributing factors of the war, the major players in it, the casualty estimates to this point, and the destabilization that it was ever escalating in the region.

To any humanitarian, the horrors of those details alone should have warranted full marine forces to intervene and force an armistice to stem the bloodshed immediately.

But you knew the real ways the World Government worked as well. And so lastly was the thing you were most trying to “sell” if anything. Your estimates on just how much was now being lost in trade and taxes with this region because of the indefinite conflict.

You wanted the government to conclude that it’d still be cheaper to deploy the marines in what would surely be a drawn out demilitarization of the area, than it would be to just let things continue unchecked as they had been.

The only variable that you really still worried about was who exactly was feeding the weapons sales on both sides. You’d only gotten an alias out of the pirates and mercenaries you’d captured on the ground there.

There was some individual named Joker still operating out there that they were more afraid of than even your rope around their throats.

You had told Tsuru of course, but both of you had agreed to omit this name from the reports. Because you didn’t know how in bed that individual may already be with the government. The criminals you’d interrogated had been too low level to know either.

That would be a beast to chase another day.

And when you were finally done with all of this and the questions did begin, it was the onslaught you’d expected. Just one voice after another, over and over.

They wanted verification of figures, verification of sources, this, that, everything.

It was hard not to grow irritable after awhile. You’d rather have been doing punishment laps in Marineford with Akainu screaming at you by then rather than defending all these inane quibbles the government officials had.

But finally the moment came where you waited for the next stupid bureaucrat to speak and only silence rose up instead.

Sengoku was a savior though, as after just that first initial silence he made sure to close the interrogation for good. “Thank you again, Captain.” He nodded to you. “This information will surely weigh heavily on our decision whether to mobilize forces to the region. We won’t keep you either. You are dismissed.”

You could have hugged the Fleet Admiral by then. But of course you didn’t let the relief show, only nodding respectfully before picking up all Tsuru’s folders again as you remained standing, then sliding your chair back in.

Sengoku was already speaking once more to the others as you turned to leave the table. And in your intense focus to defend your report, you hadn’t realized that at some point your warlord neighbor had further stretched out one of his long legs. But this time directly behind you.

It had to be on purpose now as you’d turned around and immediately tripped over it.

Only your reflexes saved you. Well arguably so as even though you didn’t fall, you’d had to reach out one arm to catch yourself.

The folders were clutched to you. But your other hand grabbed the nearest thing to steady your body.

As Doflamingo was still seated, it would have just been his shoulder if he were any normal man. But with his taller height, your palm then splayed out against his goddamned bare chest beneath his open shirt.

It was only a second of skin to skin contact. Your palm against the bottom edge of his stupidly firm pectoral muscle. And you prayed that no one else even saw it as you’d recoiled your hand just as fast and straightened up to keep walking. You may have even scratched him with your fingernails for how hard you’d pulled back.

Before now, Doflamingo had not made a single sound the entire time you’d been in this room either. But you heard a disapproving cluck of his tongue as you passed him.

And then something else that pulled from deeper down in him. It was so low, that you doubted anyone else could have possibly heard it.

“Tease.” Was the menacing whisper, making it the first time you’d ever heard that foul man’s voice directed to you alone.

But you didn’t look back. Physically relieved actually as soon as those doors had closed back behind you, and you’d been able to escape to the corridor with the outside guards looking on.

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You tried to remember your promise to Tsuru of not being intimidated by Doflamingo as you moved through the halls on your way to the archive next. But your body was ignoring your brain somehow.

You felt flustered again. Not so unlike you had with Smoker this morning. But it was clearly different. With Smoker you’d been angry, hurt even if you were finally being honest with yourself.

You felt angry now too obviously. That some arrogant warlord would try to embarrass you in front of your superiors like that.

But that wasn’t all. You were frustrated by his insinuation. Because why did he say that to you? It wasn’t even the word really. It was the way in which he said it.

Tease.

Like a promise…or a threat. You realized just how much your conflicted feelings must show on your face as well for the very weird look the World Government pencil pusher gave you as you walked up to their desk at the entrance of the basement archives.

“Security clearance please.” The worker still said reflexively.

“Captain (Y/N).” You said your designation as you flashed your marine card from out of your pocket. “I’m bringing these documents to be filed about the Charybdis war.” As Tsuru had also requested you to do earlier.

The clerk looked at the government numbering on one of the folders briefly. “Bottom level, store room D. Please leave them in the return lockbox there and they will be cataloged in three to five business days.”

Ah, the joys of bureaucracy. “Thank you,” You said anyway as they pressed a button on their desk to unlock the stairwell door.

Once you were past the door and you heard the deadbolts slide back closed again though, you sighed.

You just needed to forget all of it. Fuck Smoker and his betrayal, fuck Doflamingo and his mind games. Nothing was supposed to be like this today.

But to your horror, you realized your eyes were finally trying to water a little as you began the long descent.

The basement archives were an absurd thirteen levels and you were now heading for the bottom as you descended the narrow stairwell.

Of course everyone had warned you. They’d said that you would be too much for Smoker to put up with in the long run. But you’d wanted him. Or maybe you’d just wanted someone who could hold his own against you period. And Smoker had just happened to be who fit the bill and was available at that time.

You wiped idly at your face and the new dampness there. You’d waited three months too, thinking you’d have a real man in your bed again tonight. You’d behaved in every port of call and ignored the cat calls and the stares of useless boys in the ranks in order to stay abstinent.

And for what?

To be left with nothing but a goodbye fight in the middle of Mariejois.

So that’s where your mind really was as you kept on down the stairs. The overly loud ventilation fans made even hearing your own footsteps difficult. But the constant white noise was kind of soothing too.

As you finally entered storage room D on the very bottom level, you had to click the lights on. There was a large metal table in the room’s center, with rows of shelving all around. Shelves full of different file boxes, as you found the lockbox noted for those still to be filed.

You slid your paperwork into the slot to complete your task. But hesitated after, now thinking how little your somewhat irritated thighs were going to enjoy the equally lengthy stair climb back up.

All alone at last, you opened your marine coat then to take a better look at your bare legs. The damage really wasn’t all that noticeable visually. But couldn’t Aokiji just have stopped at your calves? Did he have to ice burn you so far upward past that?

You were fiddling with your tight skirt next, trying to shift it slightly so that the side seam wasn’t pressing as much into the irritated skin there when you actually caught the smell of something.

Just the faintest hint of expensive cologne, completely out of place here as you realized with a sudden dread that you had left your back to the open doorway.

Your observation haki was still the weaker of the two types you possessed. But not unusable to you, especially when it screamed in your mind to move now as your body instantly chose fight over flight.

You could actually feel the air movement against the tears still in your eyes as Doflamingo’s strings passed you in a near miss as you dodged.

The coil of your rope dart was already slid off your shoulder by then as well. The dagger tip and rope glowing with haki as you struck back at your attacker, launching your weapon towards the doorway in a blur.

For how tall he was, the warlord moved as fast as anyone you’d ever fought though. Faster even, with only your haki keeping him from shredding your rope dart with his strings as they entangled one another.

His long fingers were jerking this way and that as you tried to keep up. It was exceedingly more difficult to protect yourself and your weapon at the same time.

His strings were slicing through anything they contacted. The lockbox you’d just used exploded like confetti behind you.

String after string was dancing around your body too as you blocked with a pepper of armament coating. The confines of the room made strategy limited. There were only so many evasive moves you could make before you had to get in closer to him.

And your legs were your best weapon once the rope dart was out of play. You were too close to him now to get enough throw in the dart anyway, switching to kicks as your heavy ankle boots went for him hard.

Hard enough that he grunted with the rapid strikes, actually taking a few steps back. But you knew his own coating was protecting all those vital points just as quickly.

Haki meeting haki over and over as you tried to be fast enough to find a weak spot before he could cover it.

And when you couldn’t with your feet, you went for punches instead. You knew the switch up may give you a single chance to land a significant blow, and it really did.

He had still been focusing on your legs as you’d sprung off of your foot, up in the air, but then clocking him as hard as you possibly could in the left side of his face with your haki flared out from that punch.

The connect and the resulting way his face whipped to the side was the most satisfying thing you had experienced in ages. Even more so than hitting Smoker this morning in front of everyone.

But your satisfaction was short lived as Doflamingo’s leg came up in brutal retribution.

“Athlete!” He snarled the named attack, his entire leg coated with that aura of willpower then and strings arcing behind it from his foot as you tried to block.

It was too strong to matter though. Even though you did block him, your back still crashed into the far wall after the hit. Files flew everywhere through the air as you had shattered and twisted multiple rows of shelves when you’d been sent straight through them.

You’d coated your spine and the back of your head before the hit to keep from having your back broken or worse. But it still knocked the wind out of you and hurt like a mother fucker before Doflamingo’s hand was then tight around your throat before you could hope to charge him again.

He’d crossed the room in an instant to follow you. And you choked once initially in his grip, but didn’t plead as you glared up into those blood red glasses now looming above you.

That single moment of being stunned was all it took for him to lock you in place as well as you felt the strings now tightening around your arms and legs when he pinned you.

He was breathing audibly though with blood running from the side of his mouth as he did so. Your earlier punch had put his cheek into his teeth enough to shred some of that inner flesh you realized.

You could see the hateful sneer on his face and the angry blood vessel bulging on his forehead. But he didn’t even speak at first. When his strings were fully tight enough on your limbs, only then did his hand release your throat.

Which let you take a gasping breath of course, refilling your lungs as soon as able. Yet you felt his fingers on the side of your face next. Calloused fingertips as they moved roughly across your tear streaks to smear them even further.

“Don’t tell me you came down here just to pity yourself.” He said almost as a growl then.

“I thought you liked to fight.” He added soon after though. But the way he was watching you made it feel like he was beginning to pivot from frustration to gloating already.

“You attacked a marine unprovoked.” You breathed again, trying to get some mental grasp back by falling into protocol. “Your immunity doesn’t give you that right.”

His head tilted slightly at your wording, that predatory body language remaining. “Unprovoked?” He was starting to smile too. But it was an equally cruel looking expression. “I strongly disagree.”

And to your shock, the strings around your legs actually started to spread them open as he only smiled larger. “You have no idea how long this has been coming. Tsuru’s little pet…” He mocked with an unnerving chuckle. “And she finally let you out of the nest alone. What did she expect would happen?”

As he said this, he only paused long enough to remove that gaudy pink feather coat, hanging it out of his way on one of the mangled shelves.

But this boded even worse for you. Showing he was planning on remaining here for more than a short time as you tried to move against the strings abruptly then. Even testing your haki to see if you could weaken them that way. But as thin as they were, they were just too many to break.

At least not without incurring severe injury on yourself. You felt the immediate sting as blood ran down from one of your calves to drip on the floor when you’d pulled too hard against the sharp strands.

“Mmm.” He almost cooed, watching the fresh blood for a moment as he partially rolled up the white sleeves of his open dress shirt. “Willing to lose some limbs just to show me how tough you really are then?” He questioned.

But you shuddered as his hand found your inner thigh immediately after. He steadied your leg with his grip initially, actually keeping the string from digging in further. But he didn’t stop there as his palm slid up for his long fingers to press against your underwear after.

“You can’t be serious.” You spoke in complete disbelief at the unwanted touch. He was a warlord, a fucking king of an entire country actually. In what world would he feel the need to prove anything by forcing himself on the likes of you? Maybe that wasn’t where your thought process should have been in this moment. But that’s where it goddamn went as he started to massage you shamelessly through the fabric.

It just didn’t make sense for him to risk his status for such a basic crime. It really didn’t.

“I already told you.” He chided as he never looked away from your face now. “You and me…you’ve been playing with this fire for quite awhile, little marine. Fair is fair.”

What was he talking about!? You’d never even interacted with him before now. Not directly at least, and never alone.

You were startled again though as with just another flick of his fingers, your underwear was cut apart. He pulled the loose fabric away, letting the pieces fall to the ground as his probing fingers replaced the previous massaging immediately.

“And don’t worry about us being interrupted.” His voice was so smooth too as if he wasn’t now attempting to finger fuck you just below your skirt. “That peon upstairs isn’t going to say a word. I work for the World Government remember? And my influence here is still more than most would think.”

“But the marines,” You shifted, trying and failing to sound threatening at all as one of his fingers pressed quickly past your sensitive entrance.

“Heh,” he laughed a little as you tightened around his finger, trying to resist it moving deeper. “I told your cohorts that I had to take a piss. But my string clone is being a good boy in my place by now I’m sure.”

“The fuck did I ever do to you!?” You retorted at that, hating how simple it all really was. Was no one really going to realize his trick? And would he just kill you when it was all said and done to keep you from talking about this?

“You really are trying to bait me, aren’t you?” He laughed again. “Can’t I just say I want to fuck you? What’s so wrong with that? I’ve seen you around for how many years now? In your slutty little skirts, always ready to fight. But still ignoring me like the bitch that you are.”

No, you still didn’t fully believe that. There was more to this. You’d done something that made you a threat. But you’d be stupid to rile him up too much again. So you tried to focus on just surviving the here and now.

“And you’re still tighter than I thought you’d be.” He commented anyway though, clearly giving his attention back to the way your walls kept closing on his finger. “I bet even a weakling like Smoker felt big in there didn’t he? I saw the show you put on with him earlier. Made me a little jealous…”

His voice was also trying so hard to entice you. Every time he spoke, you felt like you were reacting to that just as much as his touch.

“Was that pissant really what you were crying over though? Did he break that little marine heart?” He continued, tracing another finger over your shirt, directly between your breasts at the word. “You know…the best revenge is just getting right back up and onto a new cock.”

The odd way his tone still deepened then, was he speaking from experience? You’d heard the rumors about him and Sir Crocodile.

But Doflamingo was also really moving his other hand harshly between your legs now. You could feel how slick it had already gotten to your shame as well.

Men or women, it likely didn’t matter to him. As long as he got to be the one in control. But still, why you?

“You talk a lot.” Was what you finally said, trying not to let your hips move against his hand like your traitorous body already wanted to do. He’d added a second finger inside you now, spreading things even a little more.

But he didn’t get angry when you responded again. It was as if he’d been waiting for it actually.

“Then kiss me and shut me up you marine bitch.” He taunted in return. Yet with it obvious that you were restrained and could make no such move before he suddenly bent down to take your lips by force instead.

And there was nothing you could do but endure as his obscene tongue quickly pushed its way past your teeth. The taste of his blood from your earlier punch was still heavily there as well.

He made a greedy sound against your lips, trying to coax your own tongue out as you held back.

And when you wouldn’t meet him there, he suddenly bit your bottom lip instead. Hard enough that you yelped into his mouth and pulled against the strings again.

But he only laughed as he grabbed you by the back of your head. Keeping you from biting him in return before the blood started pooling from your wound.

“You really thought you wouldn’t be punished for trying to break my goddamn jaw earlier, woman?” He was still smiling as he said it though, now watching your blood run down your chin.

“I think red really is your color though.” He added needfully too, and before you could turn your face away, he’d leaned in again to actually lick the blood trail from your skin.

Which transitioned into another wet kiss even as he held your hair with his fist tight against your scalp.

“Just accept what I’m offering you, woman.” He growled a little as he broke the kiss once more. “You want to live I’m sure. But I’m not unreasonable. Keep your mouth shut after this, and I’ll make sure your rank doesn’t stop at captain either. There’s no reason we can’t both have what we want.”

“You don’t even know me.” Somehow you still found those words to say. Even if you knew it was useless. You’d made the mistake of briefly glancing down when he’d shifted too. His large arousal was now obvious through his already tight pants.

But he spoke again regardless. “Don’t I? I know ruthlessness when I see it. Ambition.” Abruptly he’d slid his fingers back out of you now. His smile was nearly ear to ear. “That’s why Smoker turned on you. Don’t you get it?”

And you could only be more surprised as he squatted down in front of you without warning. Long legs bent, his ass almost touching the ground. But not quite as he grabbed your outer thighs to start pushing your skirt up and out of his way.

“They’re afraid of you, darling.” Doflamingo nearly purred, the warmth of his breath then against your exposed slit.

“So I’m the man you need now.” He said almost softly, just before his mouth closed around you.

You bucked and it only made him press harder, he was sucking you audibly. Mouthing your clit before letting his long tongue back out to sweep across it as if it needed to be licked clean. As if it was his absolute mission to send those trembles through your thighs and hear you whimper for him.

He had no hesitation, no shame at all as he kept his mouth and nose buried against you. You could feel even his glasses scraping your skin as he worked roughly and you shuddered multiple times.

“You see?” He did speak after another long lick, looking up at you again. “You want it don’t you? All of it. So take it. That’s what power is.”

He really was a manipulator, changing as fast as the tides to meet his goals. To imagine this level of confidence existing naturally in anyone would have been hard to believe if you hadn’t been right here to witness it.

“Are you recruiting me or fucking me, warlord?” You asked, but too overstimulated for it to sound like anything more than you struggling with yourself now.

He stood back to his full imposing height then, yet fondly licking the residue of you off of his mouth as he did so.

“Both.” He answered simply.

And as he said that, another few flicks of his fingers had every button falling off of your shirt. Both his hands spread your shirt open after, before he started feeling across the newly exposed skin.

There were bruises across your torso of course, but also still those little reddened areas from Aokiji’s ice burns of earlier. You realized just how much attention Doflamingo was paying to every inch of it too, tracing any damage before he slid your bra up and out of the way to begin squeezing your soft breasts.

“Is the rumor about you and Aokiji true as well?” The pirate asked straight out of the blue however as he looked over the light burns. “He did seem to take special care with you.”

“What?” You almost stammered as your chest continued to be groped, even as you felt another shift in the level of danger. Doflamingo was abruptly more serious again.

And when you didn’t immediately answer him, those glasses were staring straight through you.

“You’ve fucked him too haven’t you?” He clarified, as if you were too slow to understand.

And of course you had known what he meant the first time. The question was why it suddenly mattered, and why you knew to your core that things would explode now if you lied to him.

“We did.” You answered quietly. This was something you never talked about. “Before Smoker. But it didn’t last.” And even then, you felt you had to say why. “He thought I was too young then.”

“I remember that,” Doflamingo actually admitted though, squeezing your breasts a little harder then. Almost to the point of being painful after your confession.

“The rookie that already knew haki. Another pain in the ass whenever Tsuru’s ship would roll up in one of my towns before I became a warlord. I lost a lot of soldiers to prisons throughout the North Blue because of you all.”

Yet he didn’t sound angry anymore over that part of it. And he just kept on. “But now with Smoker out of the picture…I wouldn’t be surprised if Aokiji tries you for another round. You’re all grown up and an officer after all. But too bad for him, I got here first…”

And as if to reiterate that point, Doflamingo leaned down and kissed you again without warning. But even with your bloody lip, it was still different than any one he’d given you before now. He wasn’t dominating this time. He wasn’t even forcing you. It was a real kiss as you finally allowed your tongue to reciprocate in complete surprise to yourself.

Because it actually felt so very good. Good enough that you even made a wanting sound, leaning into it a little more.

You wanted to be held then too. But his hands weren’t on your chest anymore. He was doing something with them, and you weren’t watching as you were living for this kiss in this moment with your eyes closed.

It didn’t take long however to realize the trade off that had already been made. Because you felt the pressure of his newly freed cock against your entrance soon after. That was what his hands had been doing, loosening his pants enough to free himself.

It was so sudden. And he didn’t give you the option of even a verbal refusal either. You just felt yourself stretch abruptly as the head pushed inside of you.

He had straightened up again by then, breaking the kiss as he did so. And whatever pathetic sound you made at the pain of penetration, had him only stroking his fingers across your hair and scalp as he kept pressing in further with his other arm snaking around your back to hold you to him.

“Good girl, let me in…” You heard him breathe as you continued to stretch. “Open up for me.”

He was the biggest you’d ever felt. But you refused to even look down, not wanting to see how disgustingly your poor skin would be pulled to tearing just to hold his girth inside of you.

“Relax.” He commanded again. Moving his hips ever so slowly as his skin slid against your inner walls, still going deeper.

When his tip finally bumped against your cervix, you heard him chuckle quietly as you tried to bury your face against him in the pain. “See?” He spoke in almost a whisper above you, so intimate now. “There’s the bottom. That’s as bad as it’ll be.” His fingers were still stroking your hair as well, like petting a wounded beast.

And even inside you then as deep as he could go, his hips still weren’t flush with yours. He was just that sizable. But that tightness clearly was pleasurable enough for him as he moaned a little already, starting to move his hips in a slow pumping motion.

It was maddening. Both torturous, but overwhelmingly erotic to be filled like you never had been before. Pleasure and pain shifting back and forth interchangeably as his thrusting began to quicken.

His breathing had changed too. You could hear the almost desperation in what was becoming more a panting sound as he let himself give in.

You even felt the strings start to loosen as he wanted to hold you more with his own hands. He had grabbed your legs behind the knees now, bidding you to wrap yourself around him as he picked you up.

“Fuck me, (Y/N). Come on. I want to hear you.” He said in the closest tone to begging that you thought anyone would ever hear from this man. All the while his hips kept pumping into you.

And it was the very first time he’d called you by name as well. Not bitch, not marine, not girl or woman. He was talking to you as he fucked you shamelessly. And he wanted the same attention in return.

“Doflamingo…” You finally said it too, holding on to him as the strings let go even more in response.

You felt so sore already, so it wasn’t easy to start to move your hips for him as well. But he groaned as soon as you did, his fingertips then digging possessively into your ass as you pumped up and down on his shaft while he stood there holding you.

You even felt a slight shudder go through him before he started to walk. Still inside of you, he carried you back to the center of the room and the metal table there before roughly setting you down on its edge.

His movements weren’t smooth at all by now. He was far too consumed as he forced you onto your back, your cunt still hanging off the table edge with his hard cock inside.

He loomed over you as he held your legs up against his torso and started thrusting so hard in and out again.

So much so that the table legs screeched as they shifted a few inches across the floor while you cried out.

He growled in pure satisfaction at your own sounds. But he wasn’t talking anymore. He was watching you as he fucked you, as if trying to commit your every tremble and whimper to memory.

Your exposed breasts were moving with your body as you panted for him. His fingernails dug into one of them, making you cry again as he shuddered once more.

It was only when he realized you’d turned your face away, that he grabbed you by the jaw to make you look at him again.

“You’re mine.” The words were almost animalistic when they left his throat. Only seconds before his orgasm overtook him and you got to see the proud Heavenly Demon bite his own lip, overwhelmed as his body absolutely trembled.

And to drive home that possessive declaration, he never even pulled out of you. You could feel the tell tale pulsing running up from the base of his cock instead as his seed released inside. He purposefully held his length in too, as deep as it could possibly go for your body to take in every drop of him that it could keep.

Only the overflow was sticky and warm as you felt it dripping out to run along your ass soon after. He was still watching you as it did too, a slick of sweat on his abdomen from the body heat the two of you had made.

You both stayed like that for what felt like the longest time too. Surviving in the little aftershocks and neither wanting to let go for a few minutes.

He was still panting too, before he leaned back down over you, finally letting his now softening cock slide back out with a wet sound.

And you didn’t resist as he kissed you again with your back still on the table. Even with the pressure of him finally removed from between your legs, it ached terribly as you felt the last of the strings detach from your skin as well.

He knew he didn’t need them to control you anymore.

It was actually you who was the first to speak though. Just staring into those emotionless glasses when the kisses finally stopped again. “What now?” You asked as you felt him touch your hair again.

He wasn’t smiling. But he was thinking. “It really would be a waste to kill you.” He eventually admitted. His fingers traced almost delicately across your throat next however.

“But I won’t tolerate you messing with my money again, do you understand? I’ll forget Charybdis this time. You can have it. Because it’s become more trouble than it’s worth now. But if you ever hear the name Joker again, keep your pretty head out of it.”

Your eyes widened just ever so slightly, realizing that your instincts had been correct all along then. He must have followed you down here to find out what you really knew. And to destroy the reports no doubt in case there was anything else in them that could come back to bite him.

Whatever lust he held for you was just a bonus. If it could be called that anyway.

“I don’t care about Joker,” You breathed in return, still with his hand touching you as you actually turned your face to move more into his palm. “If it wasn’t you, it just would have been the government instead. We knew that. We already let it go.”

He huffed slightly, but still ran his fingertip against your wounded lip in return. “Keep it that way then. Don’t make me ever regret sparing you. Because forgiveness won’t happen twice, even for you.”

With that he did back away, letting you sit up on the table at last.

And only then did you get to see his still wet cock as he grabbed it to begin tucking it back into his open pants. It wasn’t at its full glory any longer of course, soft now even with a visible vein running the length of it.

You did get the briefest glance of his impressive balls as well. Hung like a young bull almost before he’d pulled his pants back closed and started tying the drawstrings that held them around his waist.

“So you are a natural blond.” You mumbled tiredly, daring to smirk a little actually. You’d seen his short pubic hair around the base too. It looked like he’d shaved it recently and it was only just growing back a little. What a vain man.

“Heh.” He smiled lewdly, more back to his normal attitude then as he replied. “And I’ll expect you to kiss it next time.”

“Oh yeah?” You questioned despite yourself as you slid off the table back to standing. “Well I’m probably going to be arrested for treason and being a warlord fucker long before then.”

You couldn’t see his eyes, but his tone made it sound like they would be rolling at you now. “I told you I have more influence than you think. This room will be sealed and cleaned up as soon as we leave. They’ll say they misfiled your reports and that will be the end of it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. He’d put his pink feather coat back on now, and was just lingering with his hands in his pockets as he watched you also try to redress.

You’d pulled your bra back down and straightened it. Your skirt too before you’d buttoned your coat shut again as there was no way to close your shirt after he’d ripped the buttons off it earlier.

As you also regathered your weapon, you could only hope the cum still dripping out onto your thighs would remain contained in your skirt and coat until you could get to the showers and find a change of clothes.

It was him that spoke again though as he still watched you. “I wasn’t bullshitting earlier either. Just keep your friends off my ass and I’ll pull my strings literally and figuratively to get you promoted again soon enough.”

You glanced at him skeptically once more. “Just so you can have a high ranking marine in your pocket right?”

“Well of course. …And in my bed too.” At that he stuck his tongue out in a very vulgar gesture before laughing abruptly.

His legs were bent a little as he started to walk though, it looked funny until you realized he was trying to adjust himself. His still wet cock must have stuck to the inside of his pants.

You tried not to think just how bad the larger implications might be in the future though as you followed him back out into the stairwell. You were saving your own life, and likely some of Tsuru’s crew as well by keeping Joker’s identity under wraps for now.

But he’d expect this same level of cooperation ever after too, wouldn’t he? And likely even more before long. As you doubted anything would really stop here with an opportunistic man like this.

You had certainly fucked up today. But there was no redo to be had now.

Looking up the stairs, even your body thought you were an idiot in this moment. The accumulation of two fights, being frozen, and being fucked hard enough to still be hurting all the way into your cervix had worn you down as you thought just how many individual steps still lay ahead.

Doflamingo only hesitated one more time as he saw that tired expression on your face.

“I could help you, you know…” He teased as he levitated up a few floors instantly through the use of his strings.

You blinked, realizing he’d likely gotten to skip the stairs coming down as well. He could go up or down so easily.

“But then again-” He flipped to hang upside down briefly in the stairwell, clearly showing off for you. “No pain, no gain…right, my little marine?”

And before you could respond, he’d shot straight up the stairwell and out of sight with a deep, echoing laugh as his only memento while you were left staring.

“What a dick.” You grumbled to no one then as you started trudging slowly up the very first flight.

You deserved it though. Didn’t you?

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how to cure a jealous heart

✢ pairing: Marine! Donquixote Rosinante x Reader

✢ characters: Donquixote Rosinante, Donquixote Doflamingo, Smoker, Bellé-mere, Sengoku

✢ contents: NSFW, Jealousy-driven intimacy, Light Bondage, Size Kink, Alcohol & Nicotine Consumption

✢ word count: 7.500

It was a tranquil late summer evening, a soothing breeze whispering across the Marine Headquarters. The sun dipped toward the horizon, casting radiant reflections upon the tranquil waters, providing the perfect backdrop for an intimate after-work celebration shared amongst friends.

The preceding week had been tumultuous, a torrent of fresh bounties flooding in for burgeoning pirates—referred to affectionately by Smoker as "rookie idiots." The deluge of work, tirelessly juggling duties amidst the upper echelons, was enough to weigh heavily upon your shoulders. To mark its conclusion, the fiery-haired captain of Fleet 256, Belle-mere, suggested a modest gathering, a respite for camaraderie and a well-earned toast.

Sinking wearily onto one of the wooden crates repurposed for seating, you allowed a sigh of relief to escape. The robust crash of waves reverberated from the distant coast, harmonizing with the cries of seagulls soaring toward the fiery embrace of the setting sun.

A wistful smile touched your lips as you inhaled the salty air, the azure scarf of your uniform fluttering briefly before settling. "This week has truly been a trial. The serenity of this evening is a gift we've surely earned."

"You speak the truth," chimed Smoker, his expression tinged with both fatigue and annoyance. The young man ignited his cigar with a subtle click, releasing a billowing plume of smoke that danced languidly from his lips, his gaze fixed upon the seemingly endless expanse of the sea.

"Indeed, Smoker. Yet even as we relish this respite, we can't escape the prospect of more challenges," you acknowledged, a wry smile gracing your lips. Fuchsia locks cascaded as Belle-mere brushed them behind her ear, her laughter a buoyant counterpoint to the tensions lurking beneath the surface.

Smoker's irritation simmered just beneath the surface, manifesting in a terse retort. "Captain, we can hardly afford to lower our vigilance. Tsuru herself has forewarned us of a looming influx of these 'idiot rookies' onto our bounty lists."

Belle-mere's laughter persisted, a melodic echo that painted her amusement across her features. "Oh, Smoker, my dear lieutenant, do not let your disposition darken this delightful gathering. Pirates they may be, but our endeavors would lack purpose without these 'idiot rookies.' Let's savor this moment, shall we?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Smoker's disgruntled demeanor, a camaraderie of shared exasperation binding your trio. With a casual wave, you attempted to downplay the workload disparity between you and the exasperated lieutenant, fully aware that the influx of bounties was only part of the equation. The truth simmered beneath the surface, a hidden layer that painted your every interaction with Rosinante with a layer of intrigue and passion.

A seemingly innocent evening of evaluating new pirate wanted posters takes an unexpected turn when your aloof and carefree boyfriend, Donquixote Rosinante, succumbs to jealousy over a particular poster. As tensions rise, revealing his fiercely possessive nature, you find yourself entangled in a passionate and unpredictable rendezvous. Little did you know, the chosen poster would lead to a revelation about Rosinante's estranged brother, Donquixote Doflamingo. Amidst the chaos of burgeoning pirate bounties, your connection with Rosinante deepens into a passionate blaze that neither of you can deny.

You brushed her off with a waving hand, trying not to fall Smoker in hthe back. After all, he had a point. The amount of work you had to do was skyrocketing way above the amount you could handle alone. Though, there was one other reason for this, besides the insane number of new bounties being issued.

“Even if you were right - which you are not - you can’t rely on an honest answer from y/n this time, Belle-mere. After all, she’s working her ass off to comply with Rosinante’s paperwork as well, especially after Monday,” Smoker spoke into his cigar, a smile broadening on his strong features as he seemed to remember that incident.

After all, how could he not know? Hell, you might even guess that Sengoku himself knew about it. Who else could it have been but the clumsy fleet commander Donquixote Rosinante to set his paperwork on fire after lighting himself a cigarette in his office?

You cringed a bit, remembering the horrific scene you walked into. You only wanted to tell your boyfriend that you wanted to finish your shift when you saw him casually smoking near his office window, a flame licking the cotton material of his commander's coat. He didn't realize that the fire had also spread to the fresh paperwork he had just finished.

Luckily, a nearby cadet was carrying a bucket of water, allowing you to extinguish the fire quickly. Though you were relieved that your aloof boyfriend didn't get burned, his paperwork was a case for the trash, resulting in your current paperwork situation.

You didn’t mind this too much, as you were already used to your boyfriend’s clumsy nature. Always having been very efficient and fast working with paperwork, you really were, as Rosinante would say, “his personal angel sent from above.” But this efficiency also came at a cost. That being…

“Ah, let me guess!” Belle-mere clapped her hands cheerfully, pointing her index finger knowingly at you. “You prohibited him from doing his own paperwork after he lit it on fire last time.”

“Yeah, you got me,” you grimaced, feeling a bit embarrassed about being found out.

“Well, that’s Rosinante and y/n for you,” Smoker affirmed with crossed arms in front of his chest, puffing his cigar once again. “This guy can be so lucky that you cover up his slip-ups all the time. If I didn't know that he’s a beast on the battlefield, I would really wonder how he made it to fleet commander at such a young age.”

You chuckled at Smoker's comment. After all, you didn't believe it yourself when you first met him, as he tripped over his own feet while introducing himself as your new supervisor.

At first, you thought his general clumsiness was a crude joke or the admirals themselves testing your patience. But with time, his casual slip-ups became routine. Working around and with them became like second nature to you, even allowing you to predict some of them by a hunch, saving Rosinante and you a lot of headaches.

“Yeah, but I guess that’s his charming point, right y/n?” Your train of thought was interrupted by Belle-mere smirking at you. The young captain spoke with certainty in her voice, a knowing smile on her lips. It was her, after all, that you had first confided in about your feelings for the tall fleet commander. Not wanting to damage your professional relationship as his lieutenant, you had desperately asked her for advice.

“Well, it’s not only that, but you have a point there.” Slightly embarrassed, you crossed your legs and coyly scratched your cheek. Smoker rolled his eyes. You and Belle-mere knew that it was more of a facade than any mean-spirited intention on his part.

It was Smoker, after all, who told you to just “get on with it and tell Rosinante your feelings,” because “he surely feels something for you.” He casually dropped the fact that the fleet commander had supposedly confided in him as well.

“Speaking of which…” Smoker looked toward the entrance of the tower you were resting on. “Where in the devil's name is that guy? I thought he wanted to celebrate with us. It’s late, even for him!” His cool gaze focused on the watch on his left arm.

“Probably held up by Sengoku again,” you mused, one of your hands playing with some strands of hair as your thoughts drifted.

“Though he said he wouldn't mind if we started our little party without him, so I guess…” you began, but were cut off by a grinning Belle-mere, suddenly springing up from the box she was sitting on and holding a big bottle of wine victoriously toward the sky. “Then let’s get this party started!”

And with that, a big plop resounded near you, the red-haired marine shooting the cork of the bottle high into the sky. While Smoker just sighed in defeat, he distributed some glasses he had taken from the kitchen among your group.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds, and the red luscious liquid was filling your glasses, the sweet smell of wine intruding your nose even from a distance.

“Cheers to us, for living through this hellish week!” Smoker proclaimed, raising his glass. You and Belle-mere quickly followed suit, clinking your glasses together in the midst of your small group.

This would be a good evening; you could just feel it!

"So, how's everything up on cloud nine?" Belle-mere refilled her glass, her curiosity evident in her gaze. You were just one round into your small after-work celebration when the red-haired marine posed the sudden question. Meanwhile, Smoker was engrossed in trying to light a new cigar with a nearly empty lighter.

"You're way too nosy, Belle-mere!" you sighed, taking another sip of wine. "One day, that nosiness of yours is going to get you in trouble."

Chuckling, you set your beverage on the wooden surface beside you. "Hey, I'm just curious to know if my matchmaking efforts have borne fruit, you know? It was Smoker and me who helped you and Rosinante get your act together, remember?"

With that, she produced her own lighter from her captain's coat, lit a cigarette for herself, and then tossed the lighter to Smoker, clearly exasperated by his struggles to light his cigar. "Here, catch."

"Thanks. I thought I'd have to fetch a new one from my cabin," the white-haired man said, catching the lighter and putting it to use. He let out a contented sigh as he took the first drag from his freshly lit cigar.

You shook your head thoughtfully, wondering how you had ended up surrounded by so many nicotine enthusiasts, before turning your attention to Belle-mere's question. "Nothing much has changed, really. Just the usual, you know."

"Hmm. Somehow, I find that hard to believe," the woman to your left remarked, taking another sip of her drink. A mischievous grin appeared on her face moments later.

Oh no, what's she up to now? You thought, a sinking feeling settling in.

"Or perhaps that's exactly the case?" She raised an eyebrow and giggled. "Hey, Smoker! Do you think Rosinante is as clumsy in bed as he is on duty?"

"Belle-mere!" Smoker's alarmed expression turned even redder, and you couldn't quite tell whether it was due to the alcohol or embarrassment.

"I just want to make sure she's not left disappointed, you know? With that Silence Silence Fruit of his, it must be hard to tell what's happening!" Belle-mere exclaimed, causing Smoker's embarrassment to deepen. He muttered an embarrassed "Could you cut it out?"

You, on the other hand, let out a resigned sigh, bringing a hand to your forehead. You knew all too well that Belle-mere had a tendency to be overly intrusive at times.

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way. He's a bit clumsy, yes, but it usually doesn't get in the way," you responded, your cheeks warming at the memory of your recent intimate moments with Rosinante. While his clumsiness did manifest even in those moments, it often led to playful domination and teasing between you two.

"That makes me wonder about the logistics, though..." Belle-mere continued with a mischievous grin. "I mean, Rosinante is pretty tall... Even for a grown man, he must be..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Smoker intervened. "Can we please change the subject?"

Clearly annoyed, Smoker pinched the bridge of his nose, urging Belle-mere to rein in her questions. You, however, couldn't help but laugh at the situation, silently thanking Smoker for interrupting Belle-mere's probing.

"How about you come up with a new topic, then?" Belle-mere challenged him, her grin undeterred. Smoker surprised her by pulling a collection of papers from his hunter's jacket.

"What's this?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued as Smoker tossed the bundle onto the wooden box that served as your makeshift table.

"Oh! Would you look at that." Belle-mere exclaimed, taking a few of the brown papers in her hand and examining them closely. "Wanted posters!" Excited, you also peered at the papers, scanning them with great interest.

"And they're new ones, too." Smoker took a deep drag from his cigar, letting it rest in the corner of his mouth before balancing it between his index and middle finger, allowing gray smoke to waft from the tip. "No wonder we're swamped with work lately. The number of rookies popping up is no joke, and the bounties are nothing to scoff at either, especially in the New World."

"Ohhoo!" Belle-mere let out a hearty chuckle as she plucked one poster from the stack she held. "Well, well, well. What do we have here!" She turned the wanted poster toward your group, her slender finger pointing to it. "Now that's an attractive one."

You examined the image closely, revealing a portrait of a young, dark-skinned woman with sly green eyes and black wavy hair. She was dressed in a white ribbon blouse and long black pants, holding a short dagger defensively in her hand.

"And?" Smoker raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "She's just a small fry. What's so special about her? Her bounty won't even buy you enough cigarettes for a month."

Belle-mere rolled her eyes and took another drag from her cigarette. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh at Smoker's reaction. Despite his tough exterior, he could be quite dense at times. "What?" he snapped, clearly irritated by your laughter.

"I mean as a crush, Smoker," Belle-mere explained, tapping the wanted poster of the tanned pirate again. "A real looker, don't you think, Smoker?" She grinned, fully aware that this would make Smoker blush to the tips of his ears once more.

"Dammit, Belle-mere!" he hissed, his cigar nearly slipping from his mouth due to embarrassment. "You're impossible, Lieutenant!" she chuckled, her cheeks flushed from the effects of alcohol, which seemed to be loosening her up even more than usual.

"I'm not!" he declared defensively, taking an annoyed sip of his wine.

"Oh, you definitely are!" she retorted, causing you to burst into even more laughter.

"I'm not!" he insisted once more. "Then prove it." A charged silence followed Belle-mere's challenge. Only the cries of seagulls and your laughter filled the air.

Amused gray eyes locked onto irritated brown ones before Smoker delved back into the stack of wanted posters. Grumbling in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, he rifled through the pages before finally selecting one and thrusting it toward Belle-mere. "Satisfied?"

"For real now?!" Belle-mere burst into genuine laughter. "Nico Olivia? Smoker, she's like ten years older than you."

"Oh, quit it, Belle-mere! I'm not playing along with your antics." With arms crossed, Smoker averted his gaze from Belle-mere, directing his attention toward you. "And what about you?" He gestured toward the posters.

"Me?" you looked at him quizzically. "Yeah, who would you go for? And don't give me that 'But I have Rosinante' excuse. It's a hypothetical game, and we all know he couldn't care less about it." Smoker explained, raising his voice a bit on the "But I have Rosinante" part, mimicking your tone.

"Oh, now it's getting interesting." Belle-mere stubbed her cigarette on the ground, her curiosity now fully focused on you. However, her attention soon shifted to someone behind you, and she waved her hand in greeting.

"Hello there. Looks like I just missed out. Sorry about that!" A deep, resonant voice cut through the conversation, announcing the arrival of your boyfriend and the fleet commander of the Marine headquarters, Donquixote Rosinante himself.

"Rosi!" A bright smile spread across your face as you turned around to greet the tall man making his way toward your group. Still donning his fleet commander uniform, his white cloak draped over broad shoulders swayed gently in the evening breeze, framing his figure elegantly.

The last rays of sunlight illuminated his golden hair and strong features beautifully. With joy at his arrival, you stood up and welcomed your tall lover with a hug. He tenderly brushed aside your hair, revealing your forehead for a soft kiss.

"Hello, love," he murmured, his affectionate dark red eyes meeting your own, contrasting vividly against the marine blue dress shirt he wore under his coat. Giggling in return, you led him to join your small gathering, settling beside him on another wooden box.

"Hi, Rosinante! Took you long enough!" Belle-mere greeted him with an amused grin. Smoker, on the other hand, simply nodded in acknowledgment before taking another puff from his cigar. "My apologies. The meeting with Sengoku ran longer than anticipated," Rosinante replied, pulling a cigarette from his coat and igniting it with a metal lighter.

The one you had gifted him for his birthday, you noted to yourself, pleased that Rosinante used it almost ritualistically whenever he took a smoke.

"So, what's the topic of discussion?" Rosinante inquired with interest, looking around the group with a smile. "Well, you see... we were just wrapping up this little game!" Belle-mere answered, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh, really? The famous wanted poster game everyone's been talking about?" he chuckled knowingly.

"Huh?" Belle-mere appeared incredulous. "Even Sengoku knows about this, you know. Be careful playing this game with the new cadets. They gossip quite a bit," Rosinante grinned, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

Caught the young captain's sighs, earning a hearty laugh from Smoker. "Serves you right!"

"So, who did you choose?" Rosinante's eyes turned to you with interest, clearly uninterested in the game but curious about your answer.

"Well, actually, it was just my turn. But now that you're here, you could tell us about your meeting with Sengoku!" you suggested, wanting to shift the focus away from the game and onto a more comfortable topic for your boyfriend. You knew he didn't care about the game, and you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.

"Ah, don't mind me." Rosinante waved off your suggestion, taking another drag from his cigarette. "The old man just gave me a lecture about the incident on Monday after he saw the burn marks in my office." He scratched the back of his neck, a little embarrassed, before encouraging you to continue with a smile. "Besides, I don't think these two will let you off the hook."

He gestured towards Smoker and Belle-mere, who were looking at you expectantly. Belle-mere was already pushing the stack of wanted posters into your hand, while Smoker declared loudly, "Nice try, y/n, but you won't get out of this."

With a defeated sigh, you hesitated for a moment, looking reassuringly at Rosinante, who grinned back at you. Finally, you took the wanted posters from Belle-mere. Slowly, you examined the pages until...

"You're not buying new furniture, y/n. Choose one. Now." Smoker's abrupt comment snapped you out of your contemplation. Clearly, Belle-mere's teasing about him being a prude had affected his ego, or maybe he just wanted to bring an end to the silly game. Understandably so.

"Sure, just give me a sec! I mean, there are a lot of new wanted..." You stopped mid-sentence, utterly speechless as you laid your eyes on him. You had to look at the poster again, closely studying the man's features portrayed in front of you. Belle-mere and Smoker exchanged knowing glances, while Rosinante gazed at the horizon, lost in the enjoyment of his cigarette.

The man had light, slicked-back blond hair, and his lean, muscular body with tan skin caught your attention. Two earrings adorned his ears, and he grinned at you with a mischievous smile. His flamboyant clothing and a gaudy pink feather coat over his shoulders gave him a rather eccentric appearance.

"Hmm, cat got your tongue?" Belle-mere leaned in closer, studying the poster in your hands. She appeared momentarily stunned before snatching the poster away and thrusting it into Smoker's face, who accepted it with a hint of annoyance. "Ugh, what's your deal, Belle-mere?"

Smoker burst into shamelessly amused laughter almost instantly, the sound deep and rich from his smoke-affected throat. "You're joking, right?" He slapped his knee, turning his amused gaze to you, while Belle-mere wiped away a tear of laughter from her eye. "Told you, Smoker, our y/n always has a good sense of humor!"

"What do you mean?" you responded, feeling a bit embarrassed by their reaction. "I mean, yeah, the coat is way too tacky, but he looks good..." you mumbled under your breath, looking away from your friends.

Belle-mere chuckled, appearing to confide in your boyfriend about your choice. However, before she could continue, you interrupted with determination, "That's not a joke!"

You snatched the poster back from Belle-mere, pointing at the man's image once more and beginning to defend your choice. "I know the pink feather coat is tacky, but objectively speaking, he looks good—"

Your sentence was abruptly cut short as you felt Rosinante tense up beside you. His gaze darkened, and he tried to grab the poster from your hand, but his attempt went awry, causing him to fall backward over the wooden box he had been seated on.

A loud crash filled the air as he landed on his back, and despite their best efforts, Belle-mere and Smoker couldn't contain their laughter, which was amplified by the alcohol in their systems.

You rushed to Rosinante's side, helping him stand up and brushing dirt off his white dress pants. He sulked slightly before patting your hand and murmuring a quiet "Thank you." His eyes briefly glanced at the wanted poster on the table before he suddenly excused himself, claiming that he had left his office door open. With swift motions, he turned on his heels and left the tower.

You stood there, dumbfounded, as your friends were also left speechless by the commander's abrupt departure. Smoker broke the silence, looking at you knowingly. "Well, that was to be expected. Somehow."

"What do you mean?" you asked, utterly bewildered.

"Didn't you think he would react like this? You, gushing over his brother, I mean."

"His what now?" Your mouth hung open, and you looked even more stunned than before.

"His brother, dumbass," Smoker replied, puffing on his cigar and fixing you with a deadpan stare. "The yaksha of Dressrosa, Donquixote Doflamingo."

It felt as if your soul was leaving your body in that moment. The revelation hit you like a ton of bricks. You knew that the dethronement of the Tyrant King Riku, the former ruler of Dressrosa, had been a brutal and bloody affair, but you could never have imagined that the man depicted on the wanted poster was the liberator in the midst of that chaos and, shockingly, Rosinante's own brother.

For a brief second, Smoker observed your stunned silence, then he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated huff. "Please don't tell me you didn't know... My god, you two really are a bunch of idiots."

"H-How should I know? He never told me he had a brother. I only knew he got adopted by Sengoku. We never discussed much about his childhood," you retorted, irritation lacing your voice.

"Then fix this. Now." Smoker's tone was firm, and he gestured for you to go after the fleet commander.

Without wasting any time, you turned on your heels and left the two marines behind, rushing after Rosinante as fast as you could. His tall figure had already given him a head start, but you were determined to catch up. As you hurried towards his room, you silently prayed that this misunderstanding could be cleared up quickly. Little did you know, your innocent comment had triggered a storm of emotions within the fleet commander, and you were about to confront a truth that would shake the foundation of your relationship.

You rushed down the stairs of the west building of the Marine Headquarters, heading towards the commanders' sleeping quarters, hoping to find Rosinante there. However, your hope was dashed when you knocked on his door and realized it was locked. "The office," you thought to yourself, deciding to check there instead. As you made your way through the clean, white corridors of the headquarters, you mentally prepared for the conversation that was about to unfold.

Arriving at his office, you cleared your throat and reached for the doorknob, only to find it locked as well. Confused, you turned away from the door, contemplating where else Rosinante could have gone. Just as you were about to consider your options, the door suddenly clicked open behind you. Startled, you turned around to see the door swing open, and a pair of strong hands pulled you inside before closing the door behind you.

You gasped in surprise as you were pressed against a tall, looming figure from behind. The familiar scents of cotton and tobacco enveloped you, confirming that it was indeed your lover, Rosinante. Nervously, you attempted to turn around to face him, but his firm grip prevented you from moving.

"I'm sorry, love. I never told you, right? About my rogue brother…" Rosinante's voice was deep and filled with a mix of emotions. You gulped, feeling a rush of emotions yourself.

"N-No, but—" you started, only to be interrupted as his arms tightened around you.

"I should have known this would catch up to clumsy old me someday… But this is the worst way possible," he chuckled bitterly, his breath brushing against your neck.

"Rosi, I'm so sorry," you whispered, your fingers gently tracing over his hands, which were marked with small scars from battles he had fought.

"You're not at fault here… I should have told you sooner about all of this," he sighed, his tone heavy. He leaned a bit closer to you, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he tried to compensate for the height difference between you. "Guess you really have a type, huh?"

"Rosi!" Your irritation bubbled up, but it quickly dissipated as you saw the troubled expression on his face. Concerned, you turned toward him, still held in his embrace. An unexpected thought crossed your mind, and you blurted it out without thinking, "Are you jealous, Rosi?"

His reaction was instantaneous, and he shifted uncomfortably, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. He avoided your gaze, his blonde locks partially obscuring his eyes. "Rosi?!" you urged, your hands resting on his chest as you waited for an answer. The silence spoke volumes.

Finally, after a tense moment, he spoke, his grip on you tightening. "And what if?"

You sighed, your fingers curling around his black necktie as you gently pulled his head closer to yours. A soft smile graced your lips, and you tenderly cupped his jaw, your eyes widening as you whispered to him, "Then I'm going to prove to you that there's no need to be jealous of that tacky flamingo. Tonight, I'm all yours, fleet commander."

His resolve seemed to solidify at your words, and he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you over to his desk. You opened your mouth to warn him about his paperwork, but it was too late – he had already cleared the surface and set you down, caging you between his towering form.

"Hope you're sure about this, love. Because I don't intend to use my Devil Fruit. By the end of this, I want the entire headquarters to know that you're mine," he declared, his hands starting to explore your body as his lips found yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. It was a passionate embrace, a declaration of his love and possessiveness, and as your worlds collided, you knew that tonight would be a night neither of you would ever forget.

It doesn´t take long for both of you to free yourself from the clothing obscuring the way to each other’s more sensitive parts. Rosinantes commander coat has been thrown on the floor, the blue dress shirt he wore underneath slid off his scarred torso to make room for you´re hungry hands, roaming his defined muscles. You´re on the other hand have been completely stripped of your lieutenant uniform, residing on the fleet commanders’ desk only in your panties.

Big, calloused hands stroke along your curves, taking in every inch of your beautiful body. You gasp when the tall blond man grips your thighs, catching you in a heated kiss, tongues intertwining, dancing for dominance over each other, a game you two fought with great pleasure.

Due to his clumsiness, you usually led Rosinante and yourself through sex, especially after he nearly crushed you under him this one time, losing his hold on the bed head, trying to balance himself out while fucking you senseless. But this time was different, because even though it was a passion of yours to get atop of Rosinante and dominate the fuck out of him, this night you wanted to give yourself fully to the gentle giant, able to roam over your body as he desired.

It´s for this sole reason, you slowly retreat your own tongue, making more room for Rosinantes. It doesn´t even take him a second to slip between your lips, dominating the kiss passionately. A loud gasp escapes you in between, him groaning appreciatively in response, as he wraps his arms around your form, holding your two bodies close.

Soft small hands glide over his chest, appreciating every corner of his upper body, stopping at the commanders’ pink nipples, stroking carefully over them, before giving one of them an experimental tug. A content moan escapes from Rosinantes lips, breaking off the kiss due to the immense pleasure. With flushed red cheeks he looks at you, brows furrowed, all the while biting his lip.

You soak in the gaze offered to you, incredibly turned on by Rosinante’s reaction. “That´s no fair, love. You said you´d give all of yourself to me tonight. If you don’t behave, I´ll need to do something about that, you know?” He huffs, grabbing your hands and pushing them over your head, holding them over your head. You chuckle at that, suddenly gasping out in arousal when he bites into your neck, long tongue dragging along your neck and peppering it with kisses.

You groaned loudly. Even though you were a bit unused to the way of submission, you couldn´t deny the fact that Rosinante did a good job in getting you riled up like this. And apparently himself too, concerning the growing bulge in his pants, pressing itself hotly to your upper thigh.

Hands obscured by Rosinantes firm grip on them, you wrap your legs around his hip, pressing his hard one firmly to your core, the friction between you two making you and your lover gasping in union, heat pooling in between your legs. In response to your assault, Rosinante grinds himself further against you, kissing you once more heatedly on the lips before leaving your hands all of a sudden to open his black leather belt.

Just as you wanted to move your hands to his abdomen, helping Rosinante in the process of getting rid of his definitely way too tight pants, the blonde catches your hands again, wrapping the black leather quickly around them and pushing them gently back over your head. “R-Rosi?!” you yelp, surprised at the foreign restraints.

“Hush now. Told you I´ll bring out some bigger guns if you continue trying to switch with me. Just tell me when it gets too much, kay, love?” he grins cheekily at you showing some of his straight teeth, a small blush residing on his skin, the use of restraints on you being a first from him, though definitely not the other way around.

Demandingly, Rosinantes long fingers glide from your chest over your belly, circling your hips before slipping them between your thighs. Experimentally, he dips one of his fingers inside your wet cunt, making you moan his name in reaction.

“A bit eager, aren´t we?” he chuckles, a sly smile spreading on his lips. “Tell me, did the thought of fucking my brother make you so riled up?”

“R-Rosi!” you look horrified at him. “What? If I´m wrong you could just correct me, you know, love?” he growls deeply, one hand digging carefully into your plush thighs, “Or maybe one guy is just not enough for you pretty little thing?” he muses again, one finger curling deliciously inside you “That´s not true!” you cry out, heavily embarrassed by Rosinantes sudden dirty talk. “Then tell me.” Red eyes lock with your own e/c ones, flushing uncontrollably as he whispers to you demandingly, “Tell me that you only need me, my sweet little lieutenant.”

“Of course, I just want you! It´s always been you. Only you Rosi!” you plead with him, squirming under his touch, the black leather belt pressing your wrists still flush over your head. “A content hum erupts from him, a second finger soon joining his first inside you, slowly loosing you up for himself.

You moan with pleasure, the marine’s name spilling from your lips, as he fingerfucks you on his big wooden desk. “Look at you, love, so happily bouncing on my fingers. Can´t wait to fill you up.” He whispers into your ear, tongue lolling out of his mouth, slowly licking the shell of your ear. You gasp in surprise, the sensations making your mind hazier by the second.

“Feels so good, Rosi….Want you inside me” you mumble under hitched breath, hips rocking steadily against his fingers. “Sorry love, but we need to loosen you up some more. Don'twant you to get hurt, kay?” the blonde purrs, a third finger entering you painfully slowly. “T-Then at least let me cum!” you pant, the delicious stretch of your boyfriends’ fingers making the heat in your core nearly unbearable.

“As you wish, love.” And with that he plants a kiss on your forehead, applying some pressure on your clit with another digit, massaging it skillfully. Cries of pleasure erupt from your throat, as the pressure in your core reaches a new high, the stretch inside you feeling oh so deliciously and finally reaching it´s peak when Rosinante asks you with his deep baritone voice “Think you can cum for me, love?”.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crushing you underneath it, making you gasp for air while wetness pools from your core, drenching Rosinantes fingers with your juices.

“Oh? Is that all for me? How sweet of you.” He nudges his nose to yours, a loving smile on his lips, as he pulls his fingers out of you. Normally the wet noise of his fingers leaving your plush folds would have made you cringe, if your concentration wouldn´t be on Rosinante who licked his slick coated fingers deliciously, savoring the taste of your sweet release with his tongue. “You taste so good, y/n. Really wouldn´t mind getting more of this.” The fleet commander looked at you longingly, the obvious bulge in his pants twitching at the thought of tasting you some more. “But under the circumstances of tonight, this will have to wait until next time.”

And with that, your tall lover slowly glides his hands along the rim of his pants, not breaking eye contact with you all the while freeing his member from its suffocating prison, a relived sigh escaping his lips as it springs free from its constraints. A small moan leaves your mouth, as your gaze drifts down to his stupidly big dick, pink tip glistening angrily at you with pre-cum. Even though you were already used to this view and definitely not dumbfounded as you were at your first time with Rosinante, it was always a bit surprising, seeing him in all his glory.

“Cat got your tongue this time as well?” With a knowing smile, he positions himself near your entrance, chuckling over your reaction. “It´s not my fault you have this stupidly big dick, Rosi!” you reply bratty, opening your legs complyingly for him.

Gently he palms your cheek, “Are you ready?” With a needy “yes” you press yourself against his tip, your wet fold greeting his leaking tip greedily as he pushes himself carefully inside you.

“A-Ah! Fuck!” you mewl loudly, his dick stretching you out as you should´ve expected. “God….y/n, your so wet, love.” Rosinantes breath hitches, as he buries himself deeper inside you, checks flushed from the way your wall clench around him. “G-Go on! Please!” you groan desperately, rocking your hips against those of your lovers. You as well as him knew that you could never take him whole without hurting yourself in the process, nevertheless that didn´t stop you from urging him to fill you as much as you could stomach, loving the way he felt oh so deep inside you.

“You´re really trying to kill me here, love” A deep groan escapes the blonde, sheeted deeply inside you, walls clenching snug around him. With a firm grip on your hips, he pulls himself out of you, before entering you torturing slowly again, trying for a few experimental thrusts before setting for a slow steady pace inside you, that makes your toes curl deliciously, while your wrist fight against uselessly against your restraints.

“F-Faster and Harder Rosi!” you gasp wantonly, your lover responding immediately to you, picking up his pace, while holding you in place, his dick pounding your wet cunt relentlessly. “You´re awfully desperate today, love.” Rosinante huffs with a smile, sheeting himself a bit out of you before angling one of your legs a bit into the air.

“I wouldn´t if you hadn´t riled me up so much.” you retort back, crying out in pleasure when the blonde sheets himself back inside you, penetrating an especially sensitive spot. “Well, then I hope you are prepared for what you´re asking, because I don´t intend on stopping now.” And with that, Rosinante starts to pound your desperate cunt at an insane speed, fucking you senseless into his work desk.

“Y-You take me so well, y/n…” Rosinantes baritione voice resounds near your ears, as he lays his torso a bit more over you, applying more pressure on your abdomen, his only answer being a bunch of mewled out versions of his name, before you can huff out a desperate “Belt!”, making him stop for a brief second unhooking your restraints from tired wrists. Carefully, he kisses each of them, before draping your arms over his broad shoulders and telling you to hold tightly onto him.

A moment later you´re hoisted up into the air, clinging onto the firm scarred muscles of your lover, while his hands firmly grip your thighs from underneath, raising you a bit more into the air with his strong forearms before plunging his massive cock back inside you, hitting you´re cervix with each new thrust. You cry out in pleasure at the new angle, nails digging into his scarred neck, as his tip penetrates deep inside you.

“Oh, god, don´t stop Rosi. Don´t you dare stop!” you cuss at him. “Didn´t plan to.” He retorts, full concentration on gripping you tightly, as not to hurt you accidentally. Burrowing his head inside your neck, he inhales your scents, the pheromones you release making his mind go even more hazy. “You like it when I fuck you like this, love?” he clenches his teeth, his release seemingly close. “Love it!” you reply shakily, close to your second orgasm this night.

At this, Rosinante bites sweetly into the nape of your neck, definitely leaving a hickey there, but right now you couldn´t care less. That would be a problem for later. At this moment, you just wanted to cum on your boyfriend’s dick, milking him dry of his own sweet release. “I´m so close…” you gasp at an especially rough thrust on your boyfriend’s site, nails digging deep into his back, as you clench tightly around him.

“Just let loose, love. Wanna feel you cum on me.” It doesn´t cost more than those sweet words of your lover and Rosinante rutting himself deep inside you, to bring you over the edge, making you see stars for the second time of the night.

Your orgasm hits you hard, and Rosinantes follows swiftly, as you´re walls contract around his cock, milking him dry of his own release the only sound being the groans of you and your lover, rasping each other’s name, sweaty bodies gluing to each other, as you come down from your highs.

With a soft kiss, Rosinante hives you back onto the ground, carefully not to hurt you as he helps you stand on your wobbly legs, getting dressed, before putting his uniform back on himself. Gentle fingers comb your h/c locks, as he pulls you into a warm embrace, whispering to you „I love you so much y/n.”

You reply with a tired smile. “I love you too, my Corazon!” you grin at him, nuzzling yourself more into his chest sleepily. The tall man blushes at the new nickname, grinning happily only a brief moment later as he hoisted you up to carry you to your room, absolutely loving how it sounds from your lips.

As he exited his office, a small smile resigna on his lips.

Corazon, huh?

He could get used to that.

But before that, he would tell you everything about his past. This time from start to finish.

And as much as the thought of reliving his repressed memories with Doffy already pained him deep inside his heart, he knew that you were the right person to share them with.

After all, you already cured his jealous heart.

#donquixote rocinante #corazon #donquixote rosinante #rosinante #one piece #donquixote rosinante x reader #corazon x reader #one piece x you #one piece x reader #fanfiction #smut #op smut #donquixote doflamingo x reader #smoker #belle-mere #marine #one piece marine #my stuff

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the-fluff-piece · 9 months

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Slippery slope

A short sexy smoker smut story (actually just a drabble but story has an s and I wanted that)

He wants to obey the marine's "no sex" rule, but like every rule he needs to interpret it. Just a little more...

Smoker is dating you. You're his subordinate - too bad there's a rule against fraternization in the marine.

He may not like the rules, but he has to live by them. Kind of.

He is pretty sure that it just means actual sex is forbidden, so he thinks it's okay to make out with you, as long as nothing sexual happens.

So after a long day, he decides to kiss you and hold you in his arms just for a bit. You taste so good, you're so warm and sweet, he cannot help but get a bit more demanding in his kisses.

As things get more heated, he decides that touching your breasts is still OK, no breaking of rules here. So he pushes up your shirt and bra to pinch your nipples and squeeze them. Since touching is permitted, he may just as well suck on your nipples.

When you start to moan and rub against him, he is pretty sure that it would be rude to just let you hang like that. After all, it's not sex if no one sticks anything anywhere down there. He starts to touch your vuvla, through your trousers. It already feels hot and you obviously need more. It's a bit awkward, with all the cloth between his hand and you. He decides just hand stuff is absolutely safe. As long as his Penis isn't involved, it's no fraternization.

He sticks his hands in your pants to rub your clitoris, you're super slick and hot. Feeling up and down between your folds, circling your clitoris, his fingers get wet and slippery. Mainly by accident, his fingers slide inside of you, oops!

Now that he's already here, might as well fuck you with his fingers. He knows that he has big hands, it's surely already satisfying to you. So wet and soft, how great would it feel against his cock?

No, that's forbidden!

Although his boner does start to hurt as he's getting more and more worked up. His hand is now moving in and out of you fast, the wet sound, mixed with your moans, it's too much. He drops his pants, just to alleviate the pain, nothing more.

Seeing you on your back, panties pushed to the side and breasts naked, he thinks it would be such a waste if he didn't at least get a little taste of you.

As long as it doesn't go in, it's still absolutely fine, no worries! He rubs the hot, red head of his cock between your labia and almost cums from the sensation. Your wetness makes it glide effortlessly, the head is large and tickles all the right spots between your legs. The crown of his cock already gatheres your wetness in thick strands.

It's so slick, he glides into by accident.

"Fuck" he mutters as he looks at the delicious sight of what he has just done. But it's just the tip. If it's not in all the way it can hardly be called sex, he assures himself.

The man is huge, his cock is, too. Just the tip is stretching your entrance wide as it glides in and out, just a bit.

"Feels so good..." Smoker moans, and loses control for just a split second. His hips jerk involuntary and his cock glides in all the way, hitting the end of your vagina.

"FUCK" He curses. But well, now it happened. He won't break the rules any more than he already has, might as well fuck you all night.

#smoker x y/n #one piece fanfiction #smoker x you #smoker smut #smoker drabble #smoker x reader #one piece #op smoker #one piece smoker

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dexlexia · 9 months

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haze - smoker x reader

pairing: smoker x reader rating: 18+ summary: “now.” he said, “what are you doing up so early?”he had come from the upstairs bedroom to see you cooking away at breakfast. He could tell from your constant yawning that you weren't exactly fully awake. tags: pwp, smut, gentle sex, morning sex, smoker can be a soft sometimes, wife!reader, minor breeding kink

“now.” he said, “what are you doing up so early?”he had come from the upstairs bedroom to see you cooking away at breakfast. He could tell from your constant yawning that you weren't exactly fully awake.

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. Smoker had a sweet spot for you, after all you had been married for the last couple of years. Being a Marine meant late nights are early mornings, especially someone of his ranking.

“You should be asleep.” He said, “The doctor said you needed to recover.“ He kissed the top of your head before he went to the cupboard and grabbed some plates for you to serve the food on.

You rubbed your side where the recovering injury was, it was layered in bandage dressings to make sure it stayed healing. You gave it a gentle pat before you folded the egg over into an omelet. ”I'll be fine. Plus, if I don't make you breakfast, who will?“

He sighed, ”I can make it myself or buy something on the way to the port.“ He tried to move you out of the way but despite your small stature you stood firm at your post in front of the stove. Soon he gave up and kissed the side of your head, ”Thank you, my dear.“ He reached over to hand you a plate where you put his omelet on. He kissed you once more before he went to the table.

Smoker was a large man, he stood almost seven feet tall. But when it was the two of you alone in your home, he was very tender. He worried about you all the time, even when you were right beside him. He often struggled with not letting his worry take over him entirely and make him lose focus of his tasks as a marine.

He saw how the bulky bandages moved under your shirt. His lips pressed into a hard line as he thought of what had happened to you. On the island you came home and pirates came as the Marines were off doing training. With no ships protecting the docks, a small band of pirates came to terrorize the town.

You were brave however and stood your ground against a swordsman. Even if you weren't well trained in any particular weaponry, you got a hold of what you could and went to scare off the pirates. However it left you with a nasty wound from the tip of a sword that grazed you.

”I'll survive.“ You told him with a smile when he came to the nearby hospital. You cupped his face and told him you loved him. Since then he had become your shadow, sometimes literally when the only way you knew if he was around was the smell of smoke.

He started to eat while you made the second omelet. He kept his brown eyes on you while you cooked, admiring your back side as he took another bite of his food. He relaxed a little, your cooking was made from love and he could taste it in every bite he had.

”I love you.” He said.

You looked over your shoulder at him, “I love you too, Smoke.” Then reached over to the counter and grabbed a bottle of hot sauce to add to your omelet. Because nothing started the same off right like some hot sauce.

You plated the food, turned off the oven and left the pan on top to cool off. You sat yourself across from him at the table. Your foot brushed up against his ankle, he could feel the fuzzy slippers you always wore rub up against him. It was almost cute.

“You're working too hard." He remarked, ”I told you to leave everything and I will take care of it when I get home. I know you took down all the photos to dust.” He pointed his fork at you.

“The dust was bothering my allergies.” You replied, “I really had no choice, right now the last thing I need to do it be sneezing.” You tried to appeal to his common sense but failed miserably.

“Leave me a list, I will do everything you need me to do. There was no need to do that.” He said, "You need to heal, and pushing yourself further is only going to make it worse. If you were one of my men I'd have you tied to the bed.“

You smirked at him, “Oh, Smokey. I have been tied to the bed before, remember our honeymoon in the east? I remember you telling me it was the finest rope on the Grand Line.” Then happily took another bite.

He blushed and choked on his food, he coughed into his elbow before he cleared his throat, “That's not what I meant.” Then went back to eating, “Don't distract me from my point. You need rest, I know you're going crazy but I can't have my wife getting hurt all over again. Not while I'm not able to protect you.”

You sighed, “Smoker, I can protect myself. I did it after all when those pirates attacked."

He gripped his fork, ”I'm not saying you're not capable. It's just if I came back to shore and found you dead, I would neve forgive myself. The person I'd become if I lost you.“

You looked down for a moment before you got up from your chair and rounded the table to him. You wrapped your arms around him as best as you could and kissed his head. ”I know, I worry about you all the time as well. If something happened to you on the seas. I don't know where I'd be if I lost you.“

He looked at you and kissed you on the lips gently, ”I'd give my whole life to you. I love you.“

You smiled at him, ”I love you too, Smoker. Now why don't you finish up and get ready for the day.” You carefully got to sitting on his thigh and looked up at him, “Unless you have some time to spare.”

“I'd hurt you.” He said as he picked up on the memo. The way you kept your eyes on him as you toyed with the bottom hem of your shirt.

“Not if I'm on top.” You remarked before you leaned in for a kiss and pressed one on his lips. It was sweet yet passionate as you got the t-shirt up over your bandaged wound.

"You'll make me late.“ He tried to argue. Deep down he wanted to, since you got hurt the two of you haven't been able to make love. He had been so worried about injuring you further that he barely kept his hands on you.

You pressed another kiss, only to part it when you took your shirt off, ”You're in charge. They'll forgive you, there's no time to waste.“ You got off of him and made your way to the couch, Smoker's eyes were transfixed on your backside as you moved into the next room.

He followed you close behind, in the process he took off the undershirt he wore to bed and the pants he slept in. He sat on the couch, his cock was on full display and it was nothing short of impressive. You once compared it to a snake that lived on the island. He rolled his eyes and got embarrassed, he didn't want to hurt you when you two had sex. But after all this time you were accustomed to it.

He helped you steady yourself as you straddled his waist. He tried not to touch your injury as you got into his lap then slowly sank down on his cock. You moaned and gripped onto the man's shoulders as you fully seated yourself onto his cock.

”That's it.“ He said, ”That feels so good, my love.“ He placed his large hands on your waist and moved with your gentle movements. It was so tender and sweet, husband and wife making love before the husband went off to his job.

He caught all the bad guys then returned home to his wife who made him a lovely dinner for him to eat his fill with. Even if the wife was working with a large wound and refused to rest.

He kissed you again softly, he tasted like smoke and you moaned into his kiss. He was all encompassing, he really was like smoke. It warmed you all over to feel so close to him.

He held onto you firmly, but not too tight that you'd hurt yourself. He pressed more kisses against your face and chest as he met your slow and easy pace. This was simple love making, not rough sex with a heightened climax. Just two people moving together to create pleasure.

You kissed him once more as you felt an orgasm lap in your body like calm waves. Nothing a healing woman like yourself would find overwhelming. It was perfect and relaxed in every sense of the word.

"I love you.”

“I love you too."

You combed your fingers through his hair delicately, feeling the white strands past your fingertips. You sigh contently. You softly pulled his head back and kissed him on the neck. No marks were allowed on the beloved Marine, who was damaging government property.

The rule was stupid, but you didn't want Smoker to get into any more trouble than he was going to be already. So you left soft kisses as you rolled your hips in time with his. You moaned softly into your kisses as you felt your core getting a work out.

You felt pleasure approaching faster, like zips up your spine as you moved with each thrust. You leaned your head back and moaned as you held onto his shoulders and moved against him.

”You feel amazing, my love.“ Smoker said as he continued to hold you against him. You felt perfect next to him even with the height difference. It was perfect. Like two halves of the same whole, perfect pieces of one another. Happy together.

He kissed all over your face and you felt loved and adored. You held onto him and giggled as he kissed across sensitive spots.

”You're not too bad yourself, Smokey. You feel so good too, I love you.“

"I love you too, honey. For the rest of my life I'll love you. Never forget that.” He assured you as he continued to kiss up your neck. You continued to move your hips alongside him as the two of you made love on the couch.

It wasn't long before the need to orgasm came closer. Your bodies felt warm together as the two of you moved, you felt this curl in his gut as you rode him. Your breasts softly bounced as you moved. You wanted to chase the orgasm, the undeniable pleasurable feeling that Smoker gave you when the two of you made love.

“You're perfect.”

You kissed his face softly, feeling every line in his skin, “Not as perfect as you, Smokey. I don't ever want anyone else. You're my husband for the rest of our lives, forever and always.”

He smiled against your kisses on his face and held onto you as you continued to thrust up and down on his cock. You smiled at him before you continued to kiss his face. The sex felt amazing, it wasn't long before you felt the need become stronger.

So you worked your body against his until you finally finished around his cock. He groaned and tightened his grip on you slightly, as he thrusted up into you to reach his own climax.

As you came you pressed your mouth against his in a heavy, hot make out. When you started to come down from your high and the kisses became softer as you relaxed against him. You felt euphoric in that moment, especially when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his toned chest.

He was still careful about your injury though, he didn't want to press on it as he held you. He kissed the top of your head, ”That felt good.“ He soon picked you up and started to carry you back to the bedroom.

This was a good way to get you to finally rest to allow your injury to heal. He smiled down at you and you smiled up at him. He leaned in to kiss you one last time before he put you back into bed.

”Rest.“

”Maybe.“

He sighed, ”Please, for me. I will be back tonight, and we can make something together. For now, rest. I love you.“

You yawned, coming down from your high and feeling at peace, ”Alright, alright, Smokey. You better come home to me, or else I'm coming to get you.“

”Of course, my love. Always.“

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nyuusayuri · 5 months

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Captain Koby x Reader

Unbreakable Bonds [Part 1/3]

Warnings: Upcoming smut in Part 2, slight swearing, mention of smoking

I apologize for upcoming spelling mistakes, but English is not my native language - hope you still enjoy it!

Everything was dark as my consciousness slowly seemed to return. My back hurts, as if I had fallen 5m and landed on a cold board. Probably because it was like that. Except that at the last second my fall was gentler than expected. Grumbling, I held my head, which was buzzing like it did after 3 nights of partying with Shanks and his crew. Still slightly dazed, I opened my eyes a crack and realized that I was in a dark, cold room with no windows to let in some light. Only the bars opposite of me, behind which I could see light and a lonely desk with a chair.

I sat up heavily and held my back the next second when a sharp pain shot through me, causing me to grit my teeth tightly to keep from accidentally crying out. Parts of my memory from yesterday flashed back to me and showed me how, after a fierce battle against the Marine, at some point I only saw smoke and was almost crushed under the wreckage when I tried to escape. But only almost. I can only vaguely remember the hint of something...pink. "What rubbish. Why did the damn Marine have to show up at exactly this time." To my right, I heard the click of a lock and decided to continue pretending to be asleep in order to perhaps find out more about my whereabouts.

"I'm sorry, Vice Admiral. Seems like the prisoner still hasn't woken up. I'm not surprised by the blow you gave her." "It doesn't matter. Sooner or later she'll have to wake up and talk. Those damn pirates are really nothing but trouble. We'll take her to Captain Koby's ship at the next port anyway. I have something else to do other than dealing with these annoying pirates. I'm sure he'll get something out of her,"came an annoyed voice, sounding so deep and rough, as if someone was inhaling nothing but smoke. But in a strange way it still sounded quite pleasant. "Ai ai Vice Admiral Smoker. We will inform the other ship immediately." The next moment the footsteps moved away again, but I stayed there until the door closed.

So Vice Admiral Smoker. It's a miracle I escaped with my life if he was the one chasing me. For all the hours that passed I tried desperately to find a way out, but unfortunately the Marine had thought these cells through really well, so in the end I had no choice but to give up and sit in a dark corner. "Then I guess I'll have to think about something while they try to transport me to the other ship." Sighing, I let my head fall against the wall behind me and stared at the ceiling. I still have these hazy memories of something pink, but I can't even think of what that could have been. "Hmm... I would be interested to know who I owe my life to. Even I would have barely survived a fight against Smoker." And so time passed until the ship finally seemed to dock at the next harbor. The only thing I noticed was the jerky movement of the ship as it was tied up, along with the hasty footsteps of the crew milling about on the deck above me, trying to prepare everything for a safe transport.

The next moment several Marines ran down the stairs and burst through the door. Everyone lined up, some seemed nervous and almost shitting their pants, while others showed no emotions and this was probably an everyday occurrence for them. A short time later he appeared in all his glory. Vice Admiral Smoker. Or how I liked to call him: Mr. Smoking hot. He looked at me grimly and I just responded with a mischievous grin. “Well, look at that. If that's not my good old Smokey." I slowly walked towards the bars and clutched them with both hands as I leaned closer to him. "I heard you wanted to push me away. And I thought we were finally getting closer." “Don’t even try it Y/N. That hasn't worked for me before and it won't work now either. We're transporting you over to Captain Koby's ship. He'll have more time for your little games than I do." Annoyed, he pulled the corners of his mouth down, at least as far as he could with two cigars in his mouth, before he gave the order to get me out of the cell and put me in chains.

On the way outside, after what felt like an eternity, I got some fresh air again and enjoyed the warm rays of sunshine on my skin. My eyes didn't seem too excited about the sudden brightness, though, so I had to squint them in order to not get blinded. "Smoker-kun!" A very bright and joyful voice came from a distance and seemed to be slowly approaching. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I could finally see clearly where we were. Near another ship I saw 2 strange figures. One had long blonde hair and a... very strange chin. When I looked at the other one next to him my body froze and my eyes went wide. That pink hair. No! That can't be! It was him...who saved me? A Captain of the Marines? "Come on! Move, you miserable priate scum!" One of the soldiers behind me pushed me forward with a shove in the back, I gave him an angry glance and continued to walk.

We walked straight towards the other ship and I could see more and more clearly who was actually standing in front of me. Captain Koby smiled and greeted his superior and then turned to me. Even though he didn't give me a smile like he did the Vice Admiral, I still felt a certain tenderness on his part. "Don't worry, Smoker-kun. Leave it to me. I'll get her to tell us something about the scroll." I looked at him in shock. The scroll! So that's why they hired someone as high as Smoker to target me. I twisted my mouth in annoyance and lowered my gaze to the floor. This could get funny.

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honeyshiddendesire · 16 days

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Pet Name Headcanon List

Smoker x female reader- baby doll

Warnings: hand job, hand kink, praise kink, dirty talk, soft Smoker

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Sometimes Smoker just wanted to relax and what better way than in the pretty manicured hands of his lover. Currently he was panting as he carefully leaned back against you, being mindful not to press his entire weight against you. “Shit baby doll just like that. Ugh ~”

You kissed along his neck, nipping and sucking the strong muscles of his shoulders as your pretty hand was wrapped around his heavy cock. “Always working so hard to keep everyone safe huh, to keep me safe. You're such a good marine, such a good man.” He shivered hearing your words, goosebumps erupting on his pale skin as he leaned his head back on your chest.

“Ah~ugh son of a bitch ~ so good baby doll.” Smoker groaned, his tense jaw relaxing as you turned his head with your free hand. Kissing his jaw towards his lips to lick at the bottom one, “Love your thick cock baby, so heavy and so perfect. Always filling my pussy so full till I'm shaking.”

“Nngh fuck baby doll you're gonna make me cum.” Smoker grunted against your glossy lips and you leaned closer, locking your lips with his. Your grip on his cock tightening, thumb rubbing at his leaky tip before slowly dragging down. Your tongue swirls around his before sucking gently, making him moan. His arms shook from keeping himself up and you only held him closer to you, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting together lewdly.

“Yeah? Does my big strong marine wanna cum?” You question as you lick your lips staring at his half lidded eyes. Smoker nodding his head quickly loving whenever he can let his guard down like this with you. “Shit yeah baby doll. Fuck- please don't stop darlin.” His tone was shaky as you caress his cheek to kiss along his face.

“Wouldn't dream of it handsome. Come on Smoker baby lemme see it. I wanna see your big cock cum all over my pretty hands, I know you love so much.” You tell him and look down where you're holding his angry red cock. You smile as he nuzzles his face into your neck only working his cock faster as your thumb rubs his cheek.

“Shitshitshit! Oh fuck!” You watch in fascination as his gorgeous abs tense and cock twitch in your palm. “C-cumming! Fuck baby doll gonna …ahh! Nngh! F-fuck~” Smoker's body tenses and hips stutter upwards into your palm, fists digging into the couch as thick creamy cum shoots from his heavy cock. “Fuckin hell baby doll!” His voice a long groan as you keep stroking, milking his cock for all it's worth until he was shaking against you.

“Ahhh! Fuuuck~! B-baby doll please!” He pleads but you only kiss his forehead. “Shh baby I know you got another pent up in there for me.”

With his eyes rolling back and body shaking wildly he knew you were gonna have him in your arms for a long~ night.

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aveegrex · 2 years

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YOU KNOW YOUR HUSBAND WELL

Captain Smoker comes home after another stressful day at the Watch, and you know just how to alleviate his worries

pairing: sub!Smoker x f!reader genre: smut, sorta comfort word count: 1,7k cw: smoking (duh, although just a mention), dom/sub dynamics, sub!Smoker, dom!reader, ass play, impact play, rimming (annilingus), fingering, pegging, a tad bit of degradation ('slut' and 'whore' used), choking, restraints, usage of biblical metaphors and terms (a little bit, though)

author's note: yeah this one is pure porn, want me a big man to peg

You know Smoker all too well.

Your husband is a gloomy, calm type. Not an excess move, not an excess word, not an excess effort - years with the Marine Watch groomed a precision within him, maximizing his efficiency to unbelievable levels.

But Smoker is a tired man. Weathered and exhausted when he comes home by the end of the day. It only takes you a swift look at your husband to understand his immediate needs, years of marriage training both of you to comprehend each other without a single word.

To the outside world, to all his subordinates and higher-ups Smoker always appeared as an impregnable wall - hence the position of the Grand Line gatekeeper, hence the respect, hence the fear. All who knew you as his wife seemed to transfer Captain’s protective and supportive role to his personal affairs, deeming him a domineering post of stability for and security for you.

You never felt the need to correct his colleagues on that, preferring to leave your husband’s image undisturbed. They don’t need to know of moments like tonight, when Smoker’s desperation for a stone-firm pillar to rest upon is screaming at you through his heavy sight.

You waste no time sitting him on a little ottoman by the door, carefully discarding his clothes and shoes aside. Gentle fingers quick to remove the cigars from his dry lips, and you press a reassuring kiss to his forehead. Not a word shared, not a sound breaking the soothing silence of your shared home.

You pull his muscular body up, guiding him to the bedroom, and he falls to the bed chest first, naked and grateful, immediately stretching his limbs closer to the cuffs, carefully hidden by the bedposts. Four little crunches of leather on his skin and a loud clasp of metal around his throat, a thin dangling of a leash chain concluding his favorite overture. Like a conductor edging the public with a rustle of a score sheet before the main suite ensues, you plant a loving kiss to his nape, and he exhales loudly, feeling a warm tingle in his stomach.

You never restrict his sight with blindfolds, opting for simply making him concentrate on pillows. He’s ungrounded enough as it is, lost in many complicated schemes and strategies provided at work. Your job and responsibility for now is to collect him into a solid man and bring him back from the dark clouds.

A squelch of baby oil precedes a cold stream to his back and he huffs again as your dainty hands spread it across his back, working the soreness away. You start at his buzzing shoulders and get lower, unable to resist a teasing press to his loin. Smoker lets out a whine, feeling his cock stiffen at just that. He remembers how you found out about this weak spot of his, and then experimented with bringing him on the verge of orgasm by a slow massage to this area, as he whined and moaned, deranged.

He feels your body shuffling lower down his legs, your lips traveling down his spine, unpleased that your pretty nose is now faced with a rough odor of marine shower rooms. But his senses are quickly shifting in agitation as you grab a handful of his ass, eliciting a hoarse moan from your husband’s throat. He’s so sensitive there, vulnerable to any ministrations with his lower back, eager for you to use it to your benefit.

“Count for me, love” - a sharp drag of your nails leaving his throat dry. You waste no second to yank on his leash, interrupting his airflow. “Will you comply?”

“Yes, my apologies, yes, I-.. I will” - he manages, mentally preparing for a sweet torture. The chain of his leash still taut, his senses heightened, he registers a faintest shift of air when your hand ghosts over his ass. You were too good at this game, always betraying his expectations on when the next smack will adorn his ass red. It wasn’t just the usual rhythmic slapping that he was introduced to prior, no. You teased and tormented, gently brushing his skin and swinging your hand back only to caress his asscheek again when he mentally prepared for a rougher impact.

He whined when you teased again, and yelped, two slaps stinging on his skin.

“O-one, ah.. - his eyes glassy from intensity and suppressed airflow. - Andd, oh- and two, hah”.

“Very good, love. - soft voice too much of a contrast to your brutal palms. - Keep it up”. His docile mumbling sufficient for you, and you resume your toying, feeling your own excitement pool between your folds.

A slap. Ghosting touch, another slap - and tease, false alarm raging through his brain despite your fingers tracing gentle circles to his skin. Absence of contact, a fan of air on exposed skin, and he dares to expect another false signal only for an obscene moan to be smacked out of him. His cock raging hard, mind stuttering on count - Smoker whimpers, drool running past his lips.

“Losing count?” - cold chain falling to his scorching spine, airflow restored, Captain’s mind blurry at sudden overload of oxygen. He feels your hands groping his backside, shamelessly spreading the swollen cheeks to expose your main target. “Oh, what a sight you are now, love. Must be hard for such a whore, - and he thinks he’ll go insane as your oiled fingers press on his hole, - to guise himself as a marine every day”.

“P-please, ah-.. - his hips buckling under your feather-light touch for more. - Please, m-more, w-want, ah-...want more”

You know he’s crying now, and for a moment you wish you made him face you, but then he arches his back deeper, sticking his butt up to accentuate his plea, and you’d be damned to ever miss out on that rare sight. A fucking mountain of a man, oozing dominance and strength every working second of his life, now a pleading slut wiggling his ass, desperate to be stuffed with something, anything.

“You truly are a whore, love. - you chuckle, his hole twitching under your breath as you grab the chain once again, slowly putting pressure on his neck. - Mind if I get a taste?”

Smoker’s eyes roll back and a filthy vulgar moan vibrates in his throat as you yank on a chain, your tongue diving deep, swirling inside him. He might be the one to hide his submissiveness and weakness, but you’re the true devil in disguise, spoiling him with such delicious sin, tormenting him into an eager slave for your amusement. He knows his soul is long rotten with lust, but it’s you who lurked him off the path. You opened his eyes to all obscene pleasures, and he would be a fool to ever regret it.

Regret your tongue, plunging in and out of him, licking soft stripes to the outside only to bully its way within him seconds later? No, hell, never. Oh, now he understands why Eve had little hesitations about tasting an apple. All infernals must have impressive oral skills.

“F-fuck, ohh-.. fuc-ck me, ah, pleeease” - his voice flying a couple octaves higher only spurs you on, a brutal smack to his ass earning you a wretched sniffle.

“So eager, my tongue is not enough for you already, love? - you’re evil for that, making him bitch for more. - Need something bigger in your greedy hole now, huh?”. You can’t hold yourself from plunging two oiled fingers inside of him, forcing him into another shudder while your hand reaches for a strap. “Beg” - your icy tone going straight to his dick.

His cheeks are on fire, lust battling shame in his head and Smoker moans his plea. “Please, p-pleaseeee, fu-uck me. - yeah, he’s a total slut. - Need your, haah, need your dick, p-please..”

“How could I ever say no?” - you muse, spitting onto his hole, watching it twitch as your saliva trickles down to his thighs. He feels cold globes of lube being pushed inside him by your fingers and almost dares to complain, only to choke on his breath as you ram inside him, thrusting the heavy strap all the way in. “Good whores get rewarded”.

It’s not just punctuated moans now, it’s one long whine, his mouth refusing to close as you fuck him deep, hard, mean, hips picking up on the right angle from the first stroke. You wrap the chain around your hand, forcing him to arch his back to an unprecedented angle, controlling not just his pleasure - his fucking life. He feels his body buzz, shoulders starting to ache from a prolonged stretch, dick painfully hard against the sheets, your body putting a delicious pressure on his ass and thighs with every plunge of the strap to his prostate.

Your own arousal rings in your ears, all the blood filling in your folds driving you insane at how vocal and explicit your husband is with his pleasure. You know he’ll be sore the next day, forced to stuff a shameful pillow on his chair at work, but it’s impossible to go softer on him when he loses his all in pure ecstasy. “Wish everyone could see you now, love. - you hiss into his ear, teeth grazing against his lobe. - See what a desperate bitch you are for a fat dick”.

His body tenses at that, eyes rolling back, most sinful whine escaping his agape mouth as climax rakes through his blood and bone, shattering him to highest fucking bliss. He feels the sheets underneath him soak with his seed, his pulse thumping in his dick and temples, and Smoker plops to the bed helplessly, all tension and stress leaving his soul for good.

He can barely register you unclasping his restraints, freeing his throat of metal, your gentle hands turning him to his back. “I love you” - he reads in your eyes and lips, blissed out lovesick smile dancing in the corners of his own mouth.

“Thank you” - his weak trembling hand grazing your cheek and you kiss it softly, nuzzling your face in his flushed heaving chest. He’s out like a light after such nights, and you smile to yourself, watching his lashes flutter to close.

Yeah, you know your husband well.

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, and never assume a big smoking hot hunk would oppose being dominated

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shirohige-pirates · 11 days

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Hey Doll

CisFem Reader x Thatch

CW: toxic parents, manipulation, The Plan™, smut, mdni, I'll add as we go I'm kind of fly by the seat of my pants on this one.

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Chapter 8: Choices

You sat in the front of what could only lovingly be called a truck. More utility than horsepower or show, the back had a tarp covered bed with wooden shelves that could be used as seats in a pinch. The only proper seats in this vehicle were the ones you and Haruta were sitting on, and he was driving.

None of the Edwards thought it was okay to have you ride in the back, and there hadn’t been much of a discussion as you’d been shuttled into the passenger seat. Most of your conversation with Haruta was how to get to your house, but during the long drive he did talk about himself a little bit. He was mostly a personal assistant, and he’d petitioned successfully to be removed from the match program almost five years ago.

His reasoning had been simple: all his time was dedicated to being a personal assistant to Pops and the family as a whole. He loved the work, loved his family, and was pretty much available to them 24/7. He wasn’t going to reduce that availability if the government made him marry, and once Pops retired he was just going to end up supporting whichever brother ended up in that position. It wouldn’t be fair to force someone to marry him when he was already hitched to a job he loved.

When you arrived at the block your parents’ house was on, you weren’t surprised to see local marines already in the area. The cruisers were against the curbs, and none of them had lights on or were blocking anything, but there were at least four of them that you could see.

“Pops said there was going to be an audience.” Haruta says, banging on the dividing wall between the cab and the truck bed. “They don’t look particularly hostile though.”

“My parents… don’t have the best relationship with the local marines.” You admit flatly. “But they can’t just ignore them.”

Haruta parks, blocking the driveway, but none of the marines approach the truck. You step out from it, staying near the cab as the truck shifts while the guys get out from the back of it. Two marines come up to you as you’re waiting, and you give them a small wave.

Tashigi and Koby were younger members of the local precinct, but between Captain Smoker and Section Chief Garp, the two were trained well. Tashigi looks irritated, but Koby has a kind smile on his face, despite the concern between his brows.

“Evening.” You greet, offering a small nod. “I’m here to collect my things.”

Tashigi clicks her tongue, looking toward the house. “I should haul them down to the station. We knew you hadn’t been forced to stay with the Edward family, but when they said that they were coming to trash the house, we couldn’t not show up.” Her eyes shift up as Newgate and the rest of his impressive family lined up behind you. “Well, that explains why Captain Smoker went inside.”

“Are you going to stay out here with us?” Koby asks, and you shake your head.

“Mr. Edward is going to stay with me while the others pack my things.” You explain, and Koby looks relieved that Smoker won’t be your only defense inside.

“Are you ready?” Newgate questions, warm hand on your shoulder for a moment, and you nod, walking toward the front door, with the others close behind.

The door opens before you reach it, and the stern face of Captain Smoker greets you. He has an unlit cigar in his mouth, and you can see irritation already throbbing in a vein on his forehead. He looks from you to Edward Newgate, to the three behind him, and the truck at the end of the drive way in the span of a couple of seconds. His eyes settle back on you before he takes a step back and makes room for everyone to enter.

“I’m just here to keep the peace.” He says as you pass by. “Unless more than words are thrown I won’t interject.”

“Thank you.” You reply and hear Newgate grunt behind you.

When you see your parents in the kitchen you turn away from them and point down the hallway. “It’s the second door on the left.” You explain as the three walk by and head down the hall.

“Ah, heh, it’s reassuring that you’ve decided to… stay with the Edwards.” Your father says, taking a couple of steps toward you. “We were worried for you, Doll. We had to leave so suddenly.”

“I wonder why that was?” Newgate grumbles and you realize both of your parents look nervous. “Perhaps you’d like to enlighten your daughter about why you were escorted off my property?”

In your room the three brothers exchanged quick glances before getting to work. “No offense to your girl, Thatch,” Marco says, pulling open your closet and stuffing hung clothes into a duffel bag. “But this is the cutest creepy room I’ve ever seen, yoi.”

“It is… kind of empty?” Thatch admits, opening a few boxes that had been apparently packed and set on your bed. They appeared to be just clothes, and so he dumped the boxes into the duffel. “Like there’s stuff, but it doesn’t feel like anyone owns it.”

“It’s like walking into a catalog.” Izou scoffs, opening up the door to the attached bath and nearly hissing. “What the hell?” He grumbles.

“What’s up?”

“It’s a wonder the poor girl hasn’t melted into a puddle of goo!” Izou growls. “I’ve never seen so much crap in a single bathroom. Half these cleansers are cheap junk,” he says, tossing one bottle off a shelf and into a small wastebasket. “And the other half hardly does anything at all! The way she was nervous at breakfast, it’s no wonder, if her parents convinced her this shit does anything.”

“Tell us how you really feel.” Marco murmurs and Thatch grunts as the two continue to stuff what little they can find into more duffel bags. By the time they’re done Thatch should have three for each arm, and that should help make the kind of impression his dad wanted him to make.

“Thatch.” Izou’s word is clipped and Thatch turns toward him. Izou’s face would be neutral to most people, but he can see the rage in his brother’s eyes. “Scare the piss out of these cunts.” He insists.

Thatch looks away. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do that, but he meant to try his best. Sure this room was uncomfortable, and yeah he was sure your folks had done shitty things to you, but he wasn’t sure what. His anger was so formless it was hard to really hold onto. The best he could hope for at this point was some kind of resting bitch face, but that wasn’t really his thing either.

Unlike Izou, he didn’t fake emotions well.

“… Put all that crap in a duffel then,” Thatch says. “The more I have to carry, the better, we’ll toss it later.”

“Thatch.” Izou repeats, his voice is so angry it’s cold, and he’s holding a small book up for him to read.

“Izou, is that her dia-.” He starts and then stops. “That’s -.”

Thatch’s eyes are boring a hole into the journal, but Izou’s watching his brother’s anger finally come to the surface. He’s mad he found the damnable book, but he’s also glad he was able to provide Thatch some much needed motivation.

Someone else might feel bad for her parents, but Izou was angry the only thing Thatch was going hurl were words.

“If you think it’s for the best then, we won’t argue, Doll.” Your mother says, giving a sigh that’s not quite dramatic, but barely genuine. “I just hope we’ll be able to set this entire, terrible, misunderstanding behind us, in time for your wedding.”

You want to tell her no, that you don’t want her there. That you want nothing to do with either of them. You want to shout that the last 24 hours at the Edward estate was the most relaxing day you’ve had in a decade.

But you can’t.

Your mouth won’t form words of defiance against your parents, no matter how much you want to. It was hard enough to stand beside someone else while the four of you talked. You could feel yourself almost automatically wanting to stand beside them. Between them. In a place where you didn’t have to think or consider your words. Your parents would prompt you.

They were prompting you now. You should reply with confidence, but your voice was small.

“That would be-.”

“Impossible.” Edward Newgate cuts in. “Unless you’re going to be honest with your daughter I cannot allow it.”

“How cruel!” Your mother gasps, tears welling in her eyes. “All the years we’ve raised and protected her, to deny us to be at our only child’s wedding!”

“That conversation was between the three of us, and the resolution was clear!” Your father tries to bellow, but after hearing Newgate do so the night before, it doesn’t quite live up to the term.

You wonder why you ever thought it was so loud before? How it could sound so small now?

“Hey.”

You turn toward the sound, looking over toward the source along with your parents. You almost don’t recognize who it is, the tone of Thatch’s voice is so unnatural. Newgate steps you back, blocking your view, so you don’t know what expression is on Thatch’s face, but when you look back over at your parents you can see the blood draining from their faces.

“You don’t deserve to speak to her.” He says, the tone in his voice so low and dangerous you’re glad you can’t see the look on his face right now. “Unless it’s to get on your worthless knees and beg her FORGIVENESS!” He’s bellowing by the end, voice and volume on par with his father’s.

You see your mother’s mouth open and close a couple times, but she can’t seem to peel her gaze away from Thatch, and until she can do that she’s not going to find the bravery to speak. Your father looks like he’s trying to speak as well, but your mother grabs his hand and he stops trying. The tense silence that follows is broken only by Newgate.

“Come on, Miss Kakusho,” he says gently, guiding you toward the front door. “Let’s get you home.”

You nod, allowing yourself to be guided. Thatch’s words were ringing in your ears, and you were struggling to process them. That your parents would apologize - that they should need to - that they were worthless. No one had ever said anything like that to them, not that you’d ever heard.

For years you wondered, how wretched must you be, being worth less than your parents? You knew how little value most people saw in them, and by association how much less they must see in you. Knowing that you still clung to every scrap of praise, desperate for some validation, some statement of your own humanity.

Something filled with more love than ‘Doll’.

Panic wells up inside you for a moment. Worry claws at you, that you had somehow ruined The Plan, that the one thing you were meant to be good at was now lost and shattered at your feet. But before you could even focus on it you were jared out of your thoughts by Koby’s voice.

“Oh good, no one came out in cuffs.” He says to no one in particular, relief heavy in his voice.

“Shame.” Tashigi says under her breath. Her eyes aren’t on you and the Edwards, but focused on your house. You’re not surprised. Tashigi was with Smoker on a few of the occasions they were called by concerned neighbors.

Smoker had left her with you while he spoke with your parents in hopes that you’d give Tashigi enough cause to be able to do something about them. You never did, and Tashigi never blamed you. Over the years, however, she’d became openly disdainful of your parents.

It didn’t matter.

Newgate helped you into the cab as Marco and Izou helped unload Thatch’s six-bag haul into the back of the truck. Once the four in the back are settled there’s a smack at the dividing wall, and Haruta puts the truck in gear, pulling away from your house.

You kept expecting something to happen.

For your parents to come running out of the house, making a fuss, or for the marines to stop you for some reason. The tense knot in your stomach wasn’t showing outwardly, but you kept your gaze in your lap until the entire scene was out of view.

It didn’t matter.

The words kicked around in your head again, and you let out a long slow breath, trying to release the tension inside you. You were a block away and nothing was different. There wasn’t a commotion, no sirens, no concern from Haruta.

It didn’t matter.

There was nothing but the sound of the engine, and the soft shuffle of Haruta’s clothes as he operated the truck. The clunk of the gear shift. The smell of oil and paint and grease and work, that was deep in the cracks of a truck probably older than you.

It didn’t matter.

The only people with you now, were your fiance and his family. The only decisions you had to worry about were to be expected. Some of them weren’t going to be just for you to decide, because a marriage wasn’t for just a single person, but they would be normal decisions. Decisions everyone else made.

It didn’t matter if The Plan was ruined. It didn’t even matter if it was your fault, though you still hoped it wasn’t. The only thing you had to think about, the only thing you had to worry about - no, that wasn’t the right way to think about it.

The only thing that mattered was that, going forward, you’d have a choice. It might take a while for a choice to be entirely yours, it was going to take a while for you to learn who you even were, but the truth of it hit you like a wave and you put your hands up to your face.

You cried quiet and soft tears, persistent beads of realization fell over your cheeks. Emotions too complicated for you to quite sort out slipped between your fingers and pattered softly onto your lap. Haruta didn’t say anything, just handed over a small packet of tissues.

You took them with a quiet word of thanks, dabbing away tears that kept coming despite your attempts to stall them. You didn’t know how to explain why you were crying, and you were grateful that he wasn’t asking you anything.

It seemed so silly, to be relieved by such a small thing, or maybe you were afraid of it. Right then, you weren’t really sure.

All you could think was that tomorrow would be the first day you’d get to pick out your own clothes.

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Suits, Swords, and Smut

Zoro x Reader NSFW so +18 ONLY

Personal thank you to the person who requested this. I really hope it was up to your expectations! Please let me know what you think!

Warnings: Smut, loss of V, canon type violence

In the tranquil and picturesque Syrup Village, nestled within the vast world of the Grand Line, a young woman was determined to make a name for herself. You where the spirited and beautiful niece of the famed Marine officer, Smoker, whose icy demeanor was as legendary as his strength. You where everything your uncle wasn't - rebellious, creative, and yearning for a life of adventure outside the rigid confines of the Marines.

Your artistic flair had led you to Syrup Village, where you hoped to build a reputation as Kaya's personal fashion designer. Kaya, a gentle and kind-hearted heiress, had welcomed you into her life with open arms, appreciating the uniqueness that the fiery designer brought with her.

Your closest friend in the village was none other than Usopp, a talented storyteller and aspiring brave warrior of the sea. You had struck up an unlikely friendship, bonding over shared dreams and aspirations. You admired Usopp's bravery and creativity, and he was equally fascinated by your daring spirit and fashion sense.

There was, however, one person who you couldn't stand - the haughty butler, Klahadore. You had seen through his facade and knew there was something amiss about him, even if nobody else in the village seemed to notice.

One sunny afternoon, heading to Usopp's place to remind him about Kaya's upcoming birthday. You had spent days designing a special outfit for your dear friend and couldn't wait to see her reaction. Little did you know that the visit would mark the beginning of an extraordinary adventure.

Approaching Usopp's ship that he had been working on, you overheard an intriguing conversation. Usopp was enthusiastically recounting the exploits of his 'adventures' to a trio of unfamiliar voices - a swordsman named Roronoa Zoro, a young and brash Monkey D. Luffy, and the witty navigator, Nami.

Unable to help but eavesdrop, your curiosity getting the better of you. The more you heard about their quest to find the One Piece, the more you wanted to be a part of it. After all, you were a famous marine's niece, and the call of the sea ran deep in your veins.

Your paths crossed as they started to walk with Usopp towards Kayas residence, and you introduced yourself after running to your friend's side. The Straw Hat Pirates were intrigued by your beauty and unique sense of style, and Luffy immediately invited you to join them on their journey.

Upon returning to Kaya's mansion, the crew was introduced to Kaya and her butler, Klahadore, who appeared to be the picture of grace and respect. As they were invited to stay for dinner, a peculiar turn of events, mostly the swordsman's getting lost, led Zoro to stumble upon you practicing martial arts in one of the rooms.

You're practicing with your dual blue fans was a mesmerizing sight to behold. In a spacious room with high windows allowing the warm sunlight to stream in, you stood at the center. You wore a sapphire, form-fitting training outfit that accentuated your lithe figure.

The room was adorned with delicate silk curtains, which rustled gently in the breeze. A large ornate mirror lined one wall, reflecting your every movement. The dual fans you held were a work of art in themselves, intricately carved with elegant designs, and their sapphire-colored fabric shimmered with an otherworldly allure.

As you began her practice, holding one fan in each hand, graceful fingers dancing across the silk. Your movements were a blend of martial discipline and dance, a reflection of a unique fighting style. The fans seemed like natural extensions of your arms, and you moved with effortless precision, as if the fans were guiding your steps.

Beginning with a slow, hypnotic dance, the fans flowing in perfect harmony with your body. The air whistled as you swirled and spun, creating a soft and melodic hum. Footsteps were silent, and eyes were focused, your intense concentration showing in your gaze.

The dance gradually picked up pace, the fans spinning faster, creating a whirling display of silk and steel. The control over the fans was impeccable, as they sliced through the air with a mix of elegance and power. Swift strikes and fluid parries displayed both finesse and strength, embodying the balance between beauty and combat.

The movements grew more complex, blending acrobatics and martial arts. You leaped into the air, performing somersaults, flips, and intricate spins, all while maintaining control over the fans. Your breath was steady, and heart raced with excitement as you pushed the boundaries of your abilities.

As Zoro watched from the doorway, he couldn't help but be drawn into the mesmerizing display. Your combination of martial arts and dance was like nothing he had ever seen. He admired not only the agility but also your unwavering focus, which was almost meditative. The dance was a testament to the dedication and passion you had poured into perfecting the unique fighting style.

The moment ended as you completed your routine with a final flourish, the fans coming to rest gracefully by your side. You bowed gracefully to the mirror, breath slightly labored from the exertion, and a bead of sweat glistened on your forehead. Zoro knew he had just witnessed something extraordinary.

He couldn't help but glance at the sweat that had started to trickle down your throat as he followed its trail down its path till it disappeared into your dress between your breasts. He felt himself gulp as he wanted so badly to lick the trail that the drop of sweat had left. To roam his tongue against the expanse of your slender throat.

He nearly groaned as he felt himself twitch at the thought of it. With your elegance and graceful movements, he could picture how well he would be able to bend you, almost wanting to see how far he could go before breaking you. But not now, he still needed to find that stupid dressing room where Luffy and Nami were.

With one last glance, Zoro let his eyes roam your curves before walking away with a smirk. He would make sure that he would get a taste if it was the last thing, he did that night.

Unaware of the swordsman's lascivious thoughts, you packed your fans away and went to freshen up. You weren't too worried about the orange haired woman getting ready for the dinner celebration that night, but Luffy and the swordsman were a different matter. You nearly salivated at the thought of dressing Zoro up. With a single glance you already knew how muscled the man was.

Hearing the orange haired woman, Nami asking how she looked only to be horrified by the womans companions' remarks, you marched through the door. Taking one look at Nami, "You look lovely darling, but may I suggest something in red?" You reached for an oriental dress that would be delicious on her.

With Nami and Luffy finally dressed up, it was just you and Zoro left in the room. After Nami had given you a solid pat on the back in a sign of good luck, referring to the stubborn swordsman. The whole time you had felt Zoro's gaze tracking your every movement, and while you may not have personal experience in a certain department, you were not oblivious to the heat in his eyes.

Part of you was thrilled having such a powerful man look at you in such a predatory way, but lack of experience left some insecurities to make you hesitant. Deciding to distract yourself from the man, you went to where you had previously placed some suits that you thought would look absolutely sinful on the man.

Sensing movement from the chair behind you, a glance back made your throat instantly water at the near sensual view. Zoro, getting comfortable, had leaned back in his chair with his legs parted. That wasn't what made it sinful, no, it was that his robe had started to open. You followed the now open material to his inner thigh as his muscles flexed under your gaze.

Your hands itched to run them up his legs to his thighs and worship the man if he only asked. Zoro could see the nearly starved look in your eyes and gave the most lascivious grin you had ever seen. You felt heat begin to build in your core, as you began to feel wetness begin to seep from your inner thighs.

As if he could smell your arousal, Zoros eyes dilated, and he let out a deep sigh as he took you in. Without a word the man flicked his fingers in a 'come here' motion, and you felt your feet moving towards him. Suddenly you found yourself in his lap as he helped you get situated.

His bare leg could feel the heat radiating from your core and the wetness that had started to leak out. His hands tightened their grip around your waist as he suddenly brought you closer in almost an embrace.

You felt his face get close to your neck as you felt him inhale your scent. The deep groan he let out made your thighs attempt to close to create the friction you needed, but with your legs parted on each side of his thighs you could only whimper from the absolute need that you felt.

Zoro took delight in feeling your legs tightening around him. "Thats a good girl," he whispered in your ear causing a delicious shudder. Before she could even react, Zoro lifted you up into his arms and swiftly placed you in the chair where he had just been. The confusion was written on your face at the sudden change.

Until you saw Zoro get on his knees, slowly he dragged his hands from your waist down to your thighs before he gripped them with almost bruising force. He gently parted your thighs while keeping intense eye contact. His pupils so blown out that almost all of the color was nearly gone, just inky depths of desire.

You reached down with both hands to gently hold Zoros face. "Touch me," you whisper in a needy voice. You wanted this so badly it almost hurt. You felt his rough hands begin to massage their way up and down your thighs as you let your head fall back to the chair. A breathy sigh leaving your lips. His skin felt so rough and warm against your skin that you felt it was almost too much for your sensitive skin.

Zoro watched every reaction you had to his touch searing it into his memories. He wanted, no needed to make you fall apart. To ravish and ruin you for any man after him. A darker, more hidden side wanted to go as far as to break you. It wouldn't take much, your delicate throat being squeezed by his large hand as he thrusts every last ounce of air from your body. He was nearly drooling from the thought.

Before you could even blink, you felt one of his hands reach up under your dress, and before you could form a thought, he had the torn remains of your underwear in his hand. You almost wanted to pout, but the thrill made you want to beg for more. To see the man lose to his animalistic side and take you, first time be damned.

With his eyes still on yours he brought his face closer to the apex between your thighs. You let out a whine as he gently began to bring his fingers close to your weeping entrance but kept himself just out of reach. You could feel yourself buzzing with need and if he was going to be a tease then maybe you should take control.

Grabbing his hand, you tried to place one of his fingers to your slit only to yelp as you felt the sting of a bite on your inner thigh. There was a warning look in his eyes now. It told you that he was in control, but you needed to feel him so badly you could almost sob.

"Tell me," He gently runs his finger teasingly around your entrance, "have you been with someone before kitten." It takes all of your will to think straight. Another bite in warning causes you to shout out, "No! No one has touched me. Please...," you actually feel yourself let out a sob from the overwhelming need.

You could hear the man let out a deep groan at finding out you were untouched. His breath felt almost uncomfortably hot against you, but you suddenly felt yourself arching as you felt his hot tongue gently lick at your slit, dragging its way up to collect every drop of your nectar.

Zoro felt as if he was a man who hadn't had water in days. The taste of you on his lips was going to leave him intoxicated. So sweet and wet just for him. He watched as you arched so beautifully for him. Your hands trying to find purchase anywhere as his tongue began to edge you.

He couldn’t make either of them wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over your folds. With your head still thrown back. ‘God, yes. Keep going.’ He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering your wetness. He parted you with two fingers and found your clit, rubbing it in small circles. He listened as you cried out at the sensations. The taste of you, the smell, the feel of you so close against him, made him almost dizzy.

He felt your thighs begin to shake and began an even for ruthless assault against your clit with his tongue. His teeth gently brushing against that bundle of nerves nearly leaving you seeing stars. Wanting you to cum on his fingers he curled his fingers upwards to hit that special spot as he watched you come undone in such an explosive display.

Your back arched at an impossible angle as you tightened against his fingers. Your neck displayed beautifully with your head thrown back letting out the most sinful yet nearly divine moan he had ever heard. He gently continued to stroke you as you came down from your bliss. He watched as your form nearly turned to putty in the chair, but he was far from done with you.

Feeling out of it as the orgasmic bliss had left you disoriented, the sound of clothing hitting the floor made you open your eyes. Standing before you, was a god in human skin. The swordsman's body was as if he had been sculpted in the very image of a god of war. His muscled screamed strength and power, of dominance.

Your gaze lowering made you gulp in excitement and fear. He was large. with a girth that you weren't even sure that you could wrap a hand around, with veins that almost seemed to be pulsing with the blood needed to supply such large magnificence. That was not going to fit.

Zoro watched as you took him in and felt a dark sense of thrill at seeing the fear in your eyes realizing just how large he was. He softly stroked himself as precum began to drip. He knew that you were unsure if he would fit, but he would, oh he would make sure that he fit every inch of himself inside you. Claim every inch of you, stretch you out till no other could satiate your needs like he could.

He grabbed onto your hips, pulling you closer till you could feel the heat from his body enveloping you. The weight of him laying on your mound a reminder, a promise of what was to come. With one hand still holding you in place, he took himself in his hand and lined himself up to your entrance.

He looked you deep in the eyes as he stayed unmoving, "Last chance Doll. Tell me right now, and I will stop right not, if you don't, I am going to take you right here." Zoro waited before you gave a quick nod. "Use your words. I need to hear you, or I won't take you." Again, he waited even though it had started to get difficult to hold himself back. He may be depraved, but there was a line even he wouldn't dare cross.

Hearing you whisper, "Please. Please take me." It made Zoro nearly growl as he had to restrain himself from roughly thrusting into you. He swore he would be gentle with you knowing it was your first time. Next time though, he would not be so, considerate.

Lining himself again after rubbing himself against your entrance to collect some of your earlier release to help ease the intrusion, he finally breached your most sacred of entrances. His hands immediately wrapped around you as brought your body into his embrace. Your heat was nearly his undoing.

He brought his face to your neck as he pressed his teeth into the soft skin of your neck as he slowly inched his way inside. He knew it had to be painful with his size as he tried to be gentle. He could feel you holding your breath, and he wasn't about to have you passing out. "Breathe, breathe for me baby girl." He heard you whine from the discomfort and pain from the tearing.

Zoro continued to inch further inside as he kept telling you to breath. He almost stopped his intrusion when at first you still weren't breathing. Suddenly he felt you inhale and let out a sob from the pain and overwhelming feeling of him being everywhere.

Feeling you breathing he let out a sigh of relief, "Thats it, what a good girl for me." Madness, it felt as if madness had seeped into your evey crevice as you felt the need for the man to be fully inside you. It was instincts that led you to bring your legs up to wrap around Zoros hips. The back of your legs trying to push him further inside.

Zoro felt you give in as the pain must have given way to the pleasure. With an almost devilish smirk, he pushed himself the last couple inches until he was fully seated inside of your tight wet heat. He had to take a second, not just for you to fully adjust, but also so that he could take a second to calm down so he didnt cum right there and then.

He knew you would be tight, but shit, you were squeezing him so tightly that he wasn't even sure how long he could last with how good you felt. Finally feeling your walls relax, Zoro let out a sigh that ended in a moan as you shifted you hips slightly. He grabbed onto you hips to immediatly still you.

He leaned back just enough so that he was able to look you in the eyes. He wanted to see everything. To see you come undone by him. Without any warning, Zoro pulled out slowly letting you feel every inch and ridge of his cock. You couldnt hold back the whimper at feeling how empty he left you.

You reached for him, but then suddlenly he was filling you back up. A broken scream left your throat at feeling him so fully. He watched as you arched from the feeling of him, and he let out a deep growl. His jaw tightened in his restraint.

"You are mine," he growls out, pumping into you slowly, the length and level of his arousal brutal. "Mine," he swears, the promise dark and possessive. He yanks your legs from his hips as he roughly places them onto his shoulders, one hand hard on your back, the other gripping your ass. He doesn’t slow his movement, giving you full, hard thrusts, breasts bouncing from the top of your dress.

Needing him closer you reached for him, "Kiss me, please." You whisper, almost afraid he would deny you. Without any hesitation, as if he had been waiting for you to ask. He slips his lips against yours once before opening your mouth with his tongue. You moan and pull his body down tightly against you, skin to skin.

You let out moan after moan, no longer caring if anyone heard you. Nothing, absolutely nothing in this world, felt as good as the sensation of him slowly sliding into you. His kiss slowly increased its intensity. It felt deep, dominating, and full of dark promises.

He felt her legs begin to quiver, and felt your walls begin to tighten around him. Not wanting to cum before you, he reaches down and slowly started to rub your bundle of nerves. You felt as if there was a tightening in your abdomen, and as if your skin had become too tight. Almost to the point of pain as you began a quick incline of your impending orgasm. With a shuttering moan you felt as if your body was going to break from how your back bowed from the force.

He felt the moment you clamped down around him as he held you through the overwhelming orgasm. He felt himself catching up as he pumped you through the orgasm a few more times, before pulling out and cumming all over your thighs.

He let his head rest agaisnt your chest as he took a moment to collect himself. He gently placed a kiss above your breast where your heart was, then leaned back to take in your blissed out body with his seed marking your thighs. His hands gently rubbed the cum around on your skin as he watched it get absorbed.

Zoro wanted to continue to ravish you, but knew you both had spent too long, and that dinner was not far away. He gently lifted you into a better sitting position on the chair before giving you a smirk. He placed a hand onto the side of your face and gave you another mind shattering kiss, grabbed his suit and walked away to change. A promise of taking you again later on his mind.

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