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gigislesbo · 7 months
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↳ “such a pretty girl.” || op sanji fic
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╴sanji never understood why you were too embarrassed to take charge when riding him. it was cute to him but he heard that you wanted to try it and so he let you.
╴word count: 1.2k
╴pairing/dynamic: top!sanji and powerbottom!reader
╴content warning: use of fem prns, made with afab body in mind, smut, sweet sanji, insecureish reader, grinding lead by reader, riding which is lead by ji, praise from sanji, slight dumbification, little bit of begging, slight cussing
╴requested: no but it’s self indulgent 😝
╴a/n: hopefully this will makeup for my wack ass luffy smut 😭😭. keep in mind english isn’t my first language so if there’s any grammar issues apologies. overall, ENJOY!! Btw i wrote this in an hour and didn’t feel like rereading 😭
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↳ SANJI (my everything)
"Ji, I'm scared that I'll disappoint you if I take charge." You said it in a low, whisper-like tone, trying your best to avoid your lover's eye contact.
"Y/N, you could never disappoint me! "I'm just happy you thought about coming out of your comfort zone. No matter what, I'll always stand behind what you want." Sanji said with a smile on his face that he was trying his best to comfort you because he knew you get insecure over these types of things.
"Do you really mean that? Even if it’s bad, you wouldn’t be disappointed?" You picked up your head, staring directly at him like a puppy waiting for their owner's approval.
"Of course I mean it. You’re mon amor, so anything you do would never be bad," Sanji said with a cheeky smile, meaning every word he said.
After a few minutes of silence, you finally decide that maybe trying to take over wouldn’t be so bad. It’s not like you haven’t wanted to try it.
"Ji, I think I want to try that if it’s okay with you." You say you're a bit embarrassed by what just came out of your mouth.
"Go ahead, babe." Sanji just smirked at you, walking over to your shared bed and sitting down.
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After a few seconds, you decide to join him. pushing him down, taking his clothes off while he took off yours.
You stare at your love in admiration; everything about him is just so pretty, especially his pretty dick that your mouth is already watering for.
After unconsciously staring at him for a bit, you decide it’s time to step out of your comfort zone.
You straddled him, slowly picking yourself up so your bare pussycat could grind on his big cock. You go back and forth in slow motion, watching as Sanji groans from it.
"Mmm, that’s it, baby." He said in a low tone that even if it was just simple grinding to you, to him it was a lot more than that because you were showing yourself you could take charge, and that just made him feel more pleasure.
You continue to go back and forth a couple more times. You were a moaning mess when you saw how Sanji’s dick just reacted to your slick; you honestly couldn’t wait any longer to have his dick inside of you, so you decided it was time.
You stop your motions, watching how Sanji groaned from the sudden loss of friction.
"B-babe, you should've warned me about stopping." Sanji said playfully.
You just smiled at him, moving his hands to your bare back so he could help lift you up so you'd be able to position yourself on Sanji’s cock properly.
"f-fuck." You say you're going down on his cock; you can feel him inside you, and for some reason your pussycle clenched around it.
"Your cunt really loves my dick, huh?" He says it teasingly, slowly smirking at you in the process.
"M-mhm!" is the only sound you can let out before you’re lifting yourself off his cock and right back down to his base.
The more times you tried to find the perfect spot, speed, angle, and rhythm, the more your legs trembled from it. You weren’t used to having to find your own pleasure spot yourself, but you knew you could do it.
After a few minutes of trying to find it, you did. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the sudden contact between the spot and your cock. You couldn’t help but drool a bit as you continued to fuck yourself in that exact same spot.
Sanji smirked as he noticed you had found your spot. The more you squeezed around his cock like you were, the more he just wanted to thrust right into you, but he decided against it.
Instead, he needed something to take his mind off of it, and that was your perky nips.
Sanji loves every body part of yours equally, but when he sees how your pretty tits react to him, he can’t help but tease them a bit.
He slightly pulls and rubs them, making sure your nips are equally taken care of.
Sanji gets pulled out of whatever he was thinking about when he hears your cute little fucked-out voice.
"Mmm.. ji’ feel too good." You're babbling a bit too much, lost in your own pleasure.
"You’re doing really well, love." Sanji praised the feeling that you're close from the way you’re clenching him.
You could feel your legs giving out from his praise and your hard work. You didn’t want this to stop, so you looked at him with pleading eyes.
Sanji decided to ignore those eyes as he told you, "Pretty girls gotta beg for it, so beg."
That’s all it took for you to beg, "Fuck m', please.. too hard for m'. I want your cock bad."
He coos at you, thinking how it was so easy to get you to beg for it, and that’s when he decided to help you out.
He places his hands on your hips, moving you back and forth along his cock.
"Gotta get off on my cock? I know you can." Sanji says to fasten the pace between the thrusts. "
"Yeah.. m’ gonna cum soon." You say in babbles once again to be lost in your own ecstasy.
after a few more seconds of the insane amount of pleasure you feel.
That final clench from your pussy was all it took for Sanji to cum as well.
filled with sanjis cum, you stay on top of him for a bit. slowly calming your body down.
After calming down, you try to get off of him, but Sanji just whispers in your ear, "Not so fast, pretty, we aren’t done yet. I still gotta fuck my pretty girl."
Your face flushed at his words, but then you nodded. I mean you wanted to be fucked, but what you didn’t expect was for Sanji to give you a thrust, forcing his cum to go further into your tight pussy while hitting your cervix.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pleasure. "See, we’re just getting’ started?" he says seductively into your ear.
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bby-deerling · 26 days
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sanji + birthday
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“morning, sanji!” you chirp, as you bounce into the kitchen just after sunrise with a spring in your step.
“good morning to you too, sunshine!  someone’s up early.” sanji replies with an easy smile, unconsciously moving to brew you a cup of tea, but pauses as he sees you holding a hastily wrapped box behind your back.
“what’s this, dear?” he asks with a smirk, tearing apart messy wrapping paper and opening the gift; any smugness on his face is wiped away and replaced with shock as he stares at the present you’ve made for him.
it’s his wanted poster, a symbol of exasperation and embarrassment for him, painted over with a more accurate, generous likeness, turning it into something truly his own.
“this is beautiful, dear—i don’t know what to say.” sanji whispers, tracing over the paper lightly with the tips of his fingers, as if he was afraid the gift was something he’d conjured up in a dream.
“happy birthday, sanji!” you say with a bright smile.
he pulls you in for a tight hug, careful not to exhale his cigarette smoke into your hair.  “you’re a goddess in the flesh—i hope you know that.” he whispers, selfishly holding you tighter as he indulges in the feeling of your warmth.
“you’re too kind to me.” you murmur as he lets you go and lightly taps his cigarette, sprinkling ashes into the ceramic tray on the counter.
“quite the opposite, dear.” sanji replies, ruffling your hair before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
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rayraelleaizawa · 15 days
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You find out they have very sensitive nipples
TW: mild sexual content, Minors DNI
Characters: Shanks, Benn Beckman, Dracule Mihawk
Shanks
this guy walks around all day with his bare chest out, so getting to his nipples is an easy thing
you two were laying in his bed in the captain quarters, both of you panting from the wild love making you just did. You absently let your fingers trail over his chest while you two enjoyed the silence. His hand strocked over your side, keeping you close, as both of you basked in the afterglow. You then circled one of his nipples, and holy-
this man moaned
suddenly, unexpectedly, loud and deep
you looked at him in shock at the sudden noise, and he looked at you in a shocked and suprised way too
"W-what did you just do-"
He'd ask with a blush and tries to act like nothing happend, but you already noticed what was going on and are now smiling devilishly up to him
you pinch his nipple this time, and his whole body arches as he moans and yelps surprised at the same time
"That's it"
He says and grabs you and rolls you over that you're laying under him
"If you want to tease me that bad, you sure can have that"
Shanks is a man of his word, and he shows you that with another one, or two, or three rounds through the whole night
Benn Beckmann
You were sitting on Benns lap as he read the newspapers on deck
You and him both enjoyed the others presence, finding calmness and comfort with each other. And that is exactly what Benn needs after watching over his Captain and the other crewmembers everyday while also doing a bunch of tasks
He loves sitting with you and just relaxing. He's the king of quality time
You hum quietly to a tune in your mind and trace invisible patterns over his shirt, as you graze a nipple of his
His muscles tense at once and he makes a quiet and suprised groan
Tho he acts like nothing happened and just continues to stare at the newspaper
You on the other hand, trace over his nipple again, and again, and again, and you feel his body tensing more and more, and after some time he cant hold back his groan anymore and you feel goosebumps rising up your arms and back at the arousing sound he makes
You look at him stunned, you never thought he'd be that sensitive in that erea, while he folded the newspaper together and laid it on the table. You just wanted to say something as he scooped you up and started walking with you in his hands under deck
"What, you think you can tease me like that with nothing incoming? I'll show you just how senstive your own body can be"
he grins as he says that, and just like his captain, he's a man of his word and makes sure to go over every inch of your body and find every sensitive spot you have and torture you with it
Dracule Mihawk
He is a stoic man
He won't tell you about his sensitive spots, he'll just make sure to please you in every way possible, but doesnt really care about himself, if he finishes with you he is more than happy
But just like Shanks, this man walks around with his bare chest and nipples on display for everyone to see
so one time, you just wondered if he also has sensitive areas. He always makes sure to stimulate you in every way, but you never saw anything that stimulated him except of the part between his legs
So, you were thinking if his nipples might be just as sensitive as yours
You walk up to him, knowing that a direct approach is best with him
He read the newspaper and sipped some of his wine as you came into the dining hall to him. You walked up to him and asked "Are you sensitive there?" and just softly pinched his nipple
You were shocked from his reaction to say the least
You figured that he might be senstive there like you are, but his reaction was way more intense than yours ever been
He gasps suprised and his back arches of the chair, his head falling back as a small moan escaped him at the end
You didnt know if you saw right just now, the Mihawk who only lets his emotions show in bed, and even then he seems to hold them back still, lost controll about his body so easily
You wanted to do it again, but he quickly grabbed your hand before you could reach his nipple again. He looked at you with a small blush
"Yes. I am sensitive there."
He answered you, and you already knew that you would use that knowledge against him the next time you two would get intimate
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ruris-world · 1 year
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。・゚゚・ My sweet oblivion. 。・゚゚・
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➳ pairing: yandere!charlotte katakuri x fem!reader
➳ summary: you adapt to your new life, and your husband shows you his biggest insecurity, your reaction surprises him.
➳ content warnings: mention of previous non-con, male mastrubation, inappropriate use of devil fruit, uhh..voyeurism? dubcon,fluff, insecurity, kinda of dom!reader/ sub!katakuri, uhh, emotional breakdown [?? idk, lol ] ooc katakuri, err marriage kink?? [ i seriously don't know ], oh! a bit of a breeding kink, a smidge of a size kink [ i mean come on, he a big boii ], emotionally vulnerable katakuri doesn’t know how how to deal with feelings, a smidge of food play, I guess implied virgin!katakuri, reader is shy yet shameless, handjob, blowjob, pussyjob, no mention of aftercare, kind of rushed ending, also first time writing actual smut
➳ word count: 8.7 k [ 8,751 ]
➳ author note: i have katakuri brainrot, and he needs some love, so it's a win-win situation. also unedited and kind of a rushed ending. Please mention any warnings I missed. Inspired by this ask. English isn’t my first language, and I accept constructive criticism and any advice :)
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It has been a while.
7 months since the wedding, maybe.
you aren’t allowed out often, the few times that you are out you are attached to him, your husband, quite literally by his mochi.
you find it ridiculous, a power that is so powerful due to its user, you saw him fight once and it wasn’t a fair fight, if you could even call it a fight.
whatever…
days tend to blend in each other, especially if its spend in just one room, sure it’s a huge room even while not compared to your ‘normal’ sized body, but there isn’t one to really keep you company.
sure, servants come and go to bring you food, clean and organize, but they don’t speak
well, not to you at least
which you also find ridiculous, you find a lot of things are quite ridiculous.
the first month was spent crying, thrashing, and escaping, trying to at least, he would always find you, or one of his siblings would.
you stopped trying to escape when he emerged from a literal mirror
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the second month was just spent…existing?
you were, are scared of him, you just spent it in a haze, you guess, you don’t remember much but you do remember the time you almost caught him with his scarf off.
It was by accident really, but before you could even glimpse at what was hidden you passed out, and woke up with an aching head, and flowers with a bunch of donuts on your side of the bed.
you didn’t really care what was under the scarf to be honest, but after that incident you went out of your way to avoid him if you even thought his scarf was off.
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the third month…, was when he ‘forced pleasure’ on you.
you guess he is a man after all….
he never did anything other than use his fingers, but even that was too much for you, if you would compare it, its like using a human cock.
well, that’s a lie…
he did use his cock once, just not his real one.
can you even consider a mochi finger shaped as one, a real cock?
you don’t want to think about it.
he never force himself at you, at least not in that sense, even when the budge in his leather pants looks so tight it may just burst.
he makes sure you are cleaned on clean sheets, then he gets off in the bathroom, and sometimes he doesn’t.
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the fourth month, is when you got invited to his mother’s tea-party, it was…nice, to go outside that is, the party itself was chaos.
believe it or not, you tend to fall into routine once you are kidnapped and aren’t allowed to get out of the room being held captive in.
so it was a breath of fresh air when you were let out of your room, and into the tea-party, and yes his siblings are a handful, and you are scared half to death from half of them , but it’s nice.
nothing much happened during the month, you don’t expect much.
…except that one instance.
he makes sure to come back at night, no matter how late the time is, he is always back, and he always gets up early, his side of the bed messy and the distant smell of him still present in the morning.
most of the time you are asleep when he gets back, sometimes you are not.
it was in the latter end that it occurred.
it was late at night, can borderline be considered a morning, no one is supposed to be awake, but you are
you were on your side, glimpses of a well-rested sleep taunt you as the door to the room opens, you don’t get up, you already know who it is, and you’re too tired to entertain his bullshit.
when you hear him call out to you, you don’t respond.
you would’ve called yourself foolish, if not for the fact that he doesn’t use his future-something-haki when he’s with you.
evident by the time, someone walked in when he was pleasuring you, and you never saw that servant again.
there is a rustling present, and it almost lures you back to sleep, except that he calls out to you again
you are annoyed, and very much on the verge of snapping at him, but you ignore it since you aren’t stupid, that is until you hear it
“darling, fuck—j-just like that”
is he…?
he wouldn’t…
“ah—you’re s-so—shit—so good”
would he?
“mmhm, you’re—hah—so sweet f’ me”
what are you supposed to do? do you turn around? talk? pretend to be asleep? ignore?
his pants continue mixed in with a couple of curses and groans, most of them are stifled and you hate that his voice alone sends blood rushing to your face and awaken a second rhythm within you.
you shift to test the waters, he doesn’t make an attempt to stop based on his noises, maybe you shouldn’t…
you ignore that part of you that says you shouldn’t, as the ‘squelnch, squelench, squelench’ drowns your thoughts.
you just wanna see, peek at his tip, see what the obscure sound is, surely his hands and cock aren’t the only thing that can produce such sounds, and bring him such pleasure, right?
it should be fine, right?
you’re his wife, it’s ok, right?
right?
right.
you slowly shift your body, trying not to make such ruckus that you do stop him, and his pleasure from escalating any further.
‘fuck it’ you think as you lay on your other side, eyes closed and make a sleepy sound, you hope it won’t deteriorate him or the situation.
his grunts don’t last another second, as everything around you stills, and silence fill the air, the sound of your deep breaths, and his harsh ones are the only thing present, seconds pass by and then-
hands are on your head, they trail to you cheek, and you feel one of his fingers trace lines on your cheek, and then they let go.
you don’t feel or hear anything after that, and you worry that you caused him to stop, and not reach his end.
not that you should care if he does cum or not.
that thought is interrupted by the noisy sound of slapping of his skin against something that continues, only this time faster and louder.
you are afraid to open your eyes, but that fear disappears when you hear his next words
“i’m going—fuck going to b-breed, you, be -hah- be a good w-wife and take it” accompanied by a loud moan.
all caution is out the window, as your eyes fly open, and what you see leaves you breathless and dripping.
there he is, charlotte katakuri, sweet commander, cold, merciless, the perfect brother, the man who brought you here, your captor and husband, fucking his fist.
his mochi fist, that looks like a cushion and is suspiciously moving along with his hips.
you don’t dare look up, eyes transfixed on his hips moving in and out of the cushion, his cock looks so big and you can even see its imprint —despite the dim lighting— from inside the makeshift cushion, his other hand is gripping the mochi with a death-grip, and you can only imagine what his face looks like.
you hate what the image does to you.
you hate the fact that you can feel your slick drench your panties, even more and then it occurs.
“f-fu—ck!”
holy shit.
you think you can cum from the image of him cumming alone, his hips stall in their movement as he cums, his thighs tense, yet shakes, and his cum spills into and out of the makeshift cushion or fleshlight or whatever; no other thoughts enter your mind other than that you want that thing to be you.
you almost scold yourself for the thought, but then he starts moving again and he do so with a whine you can’t watch it, you wish you could but you honestly think you would cum if you would do, so you take a deep breath and close your eyes.
that night you sleep to the sounds of him panting, and wake up to the same messy sheets with no evidence of the night prior other than the drench in your pants and an almost un-noticeable tear in his pillow.
it’s also the month when he starts to become least present.
sure he sleeps at your chambers with you, but he doesn’t visit or stay or talk, not like he used to, and you find it ridiculous.
you find it ridiculous that he makes you crave his presence, you find it ridiculous that he makes you miss him, you find it ridiculous that you cry yourself to sleep twice a week because of him.
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the fifth month, you snap.
he comes in one day, it's midday if you would assume, there are no clocks in your shared room so you have no way of telling, you are reading a stupid romance that can’t catch your attention, when the door open and the ‘clink, clink, clink’ of his steps appear.
you look up at him, as he shrugs off his jacket, and wanders to your shared closet.
you would have admired his back, if you weren’t so blinded with rage, you look at the mirror, think twice, shake your head then get up from your place.
you stalk towards the closet doors in the big room, and come face-to-face with his leg, oh what did you even expect?
you look up at him, as does he look down on you, he speaks first “darling? do you require anything?”
you stare, and stare and stare, a million thoughts rush into your head, a million more you want to scream at him, in the end just tears fill your eyes.
you sniff, gather all your strength and hit his leg, he may punish you but you don’t care, you are hurt.
“why did you leave?” another hit
“who do you think you are?” another hit
“you can’t j-just—just leave me like this!” another
“what? you can’t even spend time with me?” and another
“you’re so so…selfish!” another, and another and another, and then he bends down, and you break.
your eyes are closed, sobs recks your body and fills the air, your tears fall to the ground, and you probably look like a mess right now, but you don’t care.
your breath escapes in gasps, and you feel yourself being picked up, you’re so tired you can’t even yelp.
he brings you up to him, and when you open your eyes, blurry vision can barely see past his scarf, sobs, snot, tears, and even a bit of drool are falling all over his gloved hand.
god, you are so pathetic.
before you can wallow in more self pity, his other hand come to wipe at your face, and trying to save yourself from more humiliation, you go to help him, he doesn’t let you, and you don’t have the power to fight him.
your face is flushed, and you try to calm your harsh breathing that is broken by a few sobs.
once you have calmed down enough, he speaks, voice filled with an unknown emotion “I apologize darling, I hadn’t quite thought of how my actions may affect you”
you look up at him and hold his stare, after a few moments he pats your head.
you stare off at his scarf and decide to just spit it out before you chicken out “w-will you stay with me?”
his eyes soften, and you feel your heart flutter as the words “of course, my dear” are whispered into the air.
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the sixth month is…messy.
your relationship is improving somewhat, there are still awkward moments, not that you are the one to blame; after all it's not like you asked to be kidnapped.
it’s the month he lets you out the most, he takes you on walks, and strolls, he combs your hair once, well at least he tried, he makes you sleep on his chest that month, you refused at first, but he didn’t care and either way you both know that you can’t do anything about it.
you think that his chest is warm and smells like mochi, and you had asked him to take you with him when he went to do his work, surprisingly he did.
he makes you a mochi bed thingy, which you quite enjoy as it is very comfortable and bouncy. You stopped asking for it though, since he would become red in the face almost every time you did ask for one, and would sometimes leave you alone in the room.
you find being left alone ridiculous.
you find the fact that you miss him, more so.
you find yourself catching feelings, the most ridiculous fact of all.
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the seven month, this month is…
you are in your room, getting ready for bed, he isn’t here, however you find comfort that he would be in the morning, after all tomorrow is your anniversary, and he had made sure that he got the day off, well half-a-day but it’s better than nothing.
you are in your nightgown, about to get under the covers when he enters the room, and locks the door, which he doesn’t normally do, unless he leaves you alone in his office.
something is wrong
the air around him is tense, you can tell from the frown present on his face, and the slight rigidity of his movement confirms your suspicion that something is wrong.
you are debating whether or not to ask him when he sit on the bed, you blink and tilt your head, the question lingers in the air, you ask nonetheless “is something bothering you?”
he looks at you, you hold his stare, your frown mirrors his, it deepens when he sighs, he looks to the side.
this is new, he is usually…well, straightforward, blunt.
you sit upright when he mumble a “it’s nothing”
“katakuri…, what is it?”
he looks at you, off to the side again, back at you, closes his eyes, then sighs.
“kata—”
“I may be a monster, but I will always protect you, you may find it unpleasant, many before you have, however that won’t deter my affection for you…”
you are confused as fuck.
his eyes are on you, watching you as if you’re the only one that matters, and in that instant you feel like you are.
“it’s an unsightly matter, I will not put the blame on you, if you may wish not to view.”
what the hell does he mean?
he stops, and makes his way into the bed adjusting himself so that his face is near yours, and then he continues.
“this mark of shame that is constantly on me, i will not be saddened if you may not require to view it, again…”
you can see the intensity of emotions in his eyes, and despite all the words spewing out of his mouth, you think that you can get lost in the pretty amber.
“after all it is the reminder of my failure, a-as a brother, my imperfection…”
his hands go up into his face, you feel obliged not to look away, as if you owe him this, grips his scarf with one large hand, stays there, waits.
his breathing is hard, like he has been waiting for this moment, knows how it will end.
…and in one swift movement the barrier between the both of you is broken.
his eyes scan your face, as you do the same.
you want to laugh, honestly.
scoff at his face, and laugh at him.
for thinking all of that, and making a speech over some fangs.
it’s laughable, but you don’t.
laugh that is.
what you do is scan his face, his lips are kissable, his fangs are nice, gives him a charm about him, you wonder how they feel, are they pointy? or soft? could a nip penetrate the skin? you want to touch them, no you want them to touch you.
you want to feel them, really feel them, want to kiss them, want to feel them running down your body, want them to go up and down, want to feel them between your legs, nipping at your—
his scar stretches all the way up to his ears, and you never thought a scar could looks so attractive before, you want to kiss it, every inch of it, you want to run your hand through it, you wonder if the skin feels different there? would the texture feel different than his skin, his lips? how far is he willing to let you explore him?
you intake a sharp breath, his eyes flicker to you, right now though, right now, with his heated cheeks, laboured breath and flickering eyes, he looks so, so…
“cute.”
he blinks, you do too.
a blush.
“you’re so cute, katakuri”
your hand goes to his cheek, his eyes follows.
your thumb runs over his scar, it does feel different.
not bad…, just different.
he blinks at you, you can feel the heat rising to his cheek, when you look at him, he holds your stare for no more than a second then immediately invades it, you swore you saw a glimmer of tears there.
a few more beats and breaths, his hand stops you from touching his fangs, his eyes still haven’t caught yours.
“s-stop, it’s not—you may hurt yourse—”
his words are cut off by your hum, you can almost feel his doubt, guilt, he’s nervous, anxious, and you never wanted him more.
you slip your hands out of his, you take a large hand into your tiny ones and begin pulling it towards you as your words fill the air between you both
“you don’t believe me, hm? well, you can use your whatever haki, or…”
your eyes goes up, up, up, as the hand that you captured goes down, down, down.
“you can check for yourself…”
until it reaches below your nightgown and presses his enormous fingers into the damp spot, leaves them there.
you take a deep breath, consider your choices, this man is the one who took you, forced himself on you, you feared him for the longest time, he left you alone multiple times, felt like you were abandoned, but…
his eyes speaks volumes, there are tears and disbelief present, and that speech that left his mouth still makes it so that he is open, vulnerable
you want to take care of him, eventhough….
ah, fuck it, you think and then speak.
one.
two.
three.
“…my dear husband”
he intake a sharp breath, and stills, you swear you could see his eyes darken, his fingers push where you left them, which makes a surprised moan leave your lips.
and then you pull yourself up into him, your hands are on his cheek, a few beats then he looks at you, a frown on his face.
you pay it no mind as your lips crash into his.
a beat, then another, and another, then he responds, and oh, does he respond.
its inexperienced, messy, your lips don’t mold together, but god is it satisfying.
you don’t think you have been kissed like this before, you don’t think you will ever be kissed like this again, and in that moment you don’t think you mind it so much.
at first it's slow, then escalates and escalates, and then there is tongue, and spit, and drool, and teeth, and fangs.
you find out that the fangs do break skin, well at least the ones on your lips.
a beat, and a second, then a third, your heart throbs against your ribcage, and escalates until you are almost sure that he can hear it, you want to stay there forever, trapped into an infinite kiss but alas you are a human and you need oxygen.
you pull back, he chases after you, trapping you again against him, you smile, pull back, want to tease him yet his hand pushes your head pressing into him, he wants more and more and more.
he is greedy.
he is insatiable.
he is selfish.
but only with you.
only for you.
you put your hand on his jaw, he jolts, you break free, with only a string of spit trapping you to him.
pants escapes you, making you breathe harder, and harder, he isn’t in a better state than you, in fact you would say he is in a worse state.
drool escaping from the side of his open mouth, face flushed till his neck, you can swear there are hearts in his eyes, along with unshed tears—your heart clenches at the sight.
your lips brush against his, and he almost captures you again, if not for the grip you have on his hair, one tangled in his now messy hair, another grabbing at the nape of his neck, he groans as the grip you have on him causes you to pull on his hair. 
he presses his fingers into you, both of you are playing a dangerous game.
none of you mind.
“wait, kata…lay on your back.”
his eyes that were previously glazed with a haze clear a bit, yet there is a confused frown on his face.
“huh? b-but you—”
“shh, kata, let your wife take care of you for a split second, and relax.”
“come on, katakuri…” a peck on his lips, “be a good husband and lay on your back” another peck, this time near his fangs, “let me make you feel good” another peck, this time on his nose, his eyes flutter close at the contact.
with a groan he gets off you, and lays on his back on the bed, you follow after him, straddling his heaving chest.
your hands slowly travel along his abdomen, towards his pecks, slowly trace over each nipple, lingering there and then escalate towards his neck, to his jaw which is slack open for you, his eyes continue to follow each movement as your hands stay at his jaw a bit further.
you dully note that a past you would call you ridiculous, what you are doing is ridiculous, would probably shout at you, tell you that you shouldn’t do this with your kidnapper, the man who strike so much fear inside you, the man who hurt you for far too much, that you should hurt him just as much, and even if it was a lie call him ugly, disgusting, a monster.
you leave that part behind you whenever you press your lips to his jaw, trailing pecks over there, he jerks in your hands, you guess he is pretty sensitive there.
you hum, with a smile, and whisper in his ear “what’s wrong kata? did i hit a spot?” he shudders in response, and you get more wet at the thought that a man so big, powerful, and beefy is reduced to a shuddering and blushing mess with just a few touches.
Katakuri has no idea how to feel, or process the situation before him.
He didn’t expect your response in a million years, and the mere thought that you not only said those words but continued to mark him with your wet kisses and wandering hands makes his head spin.
and while surprise and bashfulness full him and heat his cheeks at the way you called him your husband—the tone, the hidden emotion, and the way you looked at him—he can’t deny that it turned him on, immensely.
perhaps he should feel more grateful for you and your reaction, however he can’t help feeling that maybe you do deserve to feel some level of disgust at viewing his face, that maybe you should have screamed, or that maybe you should have—oh
“Fuck”
“Hmm? now tell me dear husband of mine—” he almost whines “—where have i lost you”
he flushes more under your gaze that captures him feels like it will swallow him whole, it's lustful and full of want, he duly notes the effect you have on him, and that a past him wouldn’t be so appreciative that he is allowing himself to be weak and vulnerable.
but that’s ok.
because the past him doesn’t have you around.
because the past him doesn’t have you kissing down his tattoos.
because the past him doesn’t have you whispering hushed praises about him.
because the past him doesn’t have your lips kissing and licking down his body.
because the past him doesn’t have you willingly blushing and fumbling as you ascend his body.
because the past him doesn’t have you, just you, so tiny, and exposed to him.
his hands flex at his sides as you kiss down his happy trail, leading you to his prominent bulge that's straining against his leather pants.
you hum and look at him through your lashes, his breath catches in his throat, god he’s so weak for you, its almost pathetic.
Almost.
your tiny fingers go to his belt, trying to free him, yet as you fumble with the skull on his belt, his hands come to join you, he’s hesitant, you note “can you help me?” you encourage him and the blush is consistently increasing down his neck as he whispers a “yes”
you let go and watch in fascination the way his hands quickly and masterfully unbuckle his belt, then proceeds to remove his pants, your hands flies to his, “take those off too” you motion to his gloves.
he nodes then does as he is told, and you inspect them, you know how they feel, but seeing every little detail in them? appreciating how his hands are much bigger than yours? how are his fingers longer? knowing they could reach spots you never dreamed of experiencing?
god, they were pretty, looked calloused and rough, like they have texture, and the veins that ran down them, you could drool.
your thighs unconsciously rub against each other to gain some friction, but you remind yourself that this isn’t about you, it's about him.
“kata, kata, you’re so pretty..”
his closes his palms at that, and flexes them open, you can’t help it, your hands go to grab his fingers and bring them to your lips “can i?”
“yeah.” he says the word breathless, and you don’t wait a second before you put two fingers into your mouth, both of you groan at the contacts. Your hands goes to hold his hand and guide more of his fingers into your wet cavern, you suck on them and run your tongue under them, as response he presses on your tongue, weighing it down, you moan at the feeling, dragging his fingers backwards and forth, a few more times until you feel harsh breaths blowing into your face, you open your eyes that you haven’t even realised you closed, to meet amber ones.
Katakuri’s eyes were wide blown, watching the way your mouth sucks his fingers off like its a cock, and the way you seem like the simple act of having his fingers in your mouth has brought you pleasure, he couldn’t help it, he normally has enough self-restraint, but it was like his fingers had a mind of their own.
you are taken aback by the taste of a mochi-like substance that suddenly erupts in your mouth, and you stare at him yet find his gaze distracted at the way his fingers escape your mouth to make the liquid dribble down your chin and into his leather pants.
You swallow what you could of the liquid, and he watches with eyes of a predator as it gobbles down your throat, you lose yourself for a moment in his face, and once again you are captured by the beauty of the man infront of you.
Katakuri can feel the heat of your cunt on him, and the realization that he is the one who got you all hot and bothered turn him on more than he cares to admit, he can feel the weight of your gaze on him, and when his eyes flicker to you, he is stunned by you for a second, and just when he is about to be captured in your spell again its broken by your small “hi”, and he thinks you never looked more adorable than this, so flustered and tiny, cute little gasps escaping you, and the way you keep fidgeting around.
“Hey” his voice rumbles, a rare smile crossing his face, and the giggle that you let escape warms his heart a bit more.
The wholesome moment is yet again interrupted, by the gasp he lets out as you adjust yourself directly into his bulge, and the shocked expression, followed on by the smirk on your face lets him know that he’s in for real.
You continue your previous actions, and pull down your kata’s pants, he helps you by raising his hips and then continuing to pull them down further down, and yet again you are infatuated with the man below you. The way his thighs are flexing and twitching, they looked so muscular and you find yourself wanting to bite them, kiss them, and worship them, yet the only thing that you find more delicious is the way the now much larger bulge is wet, you’re not even sure if a man can spare that much pre, without cuming.
You wont lie, you are intimidated by his size, that isn’t fully revealed, yet you find yourself strangely aroused, you’re not even sure why, thus before you can back out, you pull down his boxers, and your jaw drops.
The way he almost slaps your face as he springs up, only to be hung down by the sheer weight of him, the way he has veins running up and down his shaft, the way he is continuously twitching and the way he throbs, the angry red tip that is all but leaking delicious pre, all that and more makes a second rapidly fast heartbeat in you awaken, and all you can think is that you want him i– no.
you need him inside you.
“Darling, y-you don’t have to do this if you–oh fuck” he is cut off by your mouth leaching on his tip, and sucking on him, you can’t fit him inside you, yet you hollow your cheeks and push more of him into you.
Katakuri is convinced he has died and ascended to a heaven-like place for monsters like him, not only is he feeling toe-curling pleasure, he is receiving it all from you, and katakuri has never felt more loved as he does now.
Laying on his back, with you pleasuring him, and both of you having such a vulnerable yet intimate moment, he would have never imagined this the day that you came into his life, not by the way you reacted at first, screaming and thrashing all around.
No, he was fully prepared to live all his life loving you while you hated him and despised him, you are his everything, and as he gasps at the way you littered him with kisses, all wet and sloppy, he can swear that he has never felt more loved and in love than in this moment.
You lick up the pre from the underside of his cock all the the way to his tip, where you kiss it, before smearing some on your lips, you lick your lips as you watch the way your hands continue to pump him, he’s so big, both your hands can’t even fit around him.
“You taste so good kata, like mochi” you giggle at the sound that escapes him at that statement, before going back to licking and sucking him, one hand goes to his balls, while the other sneaks its way to rub at your embarrassingly wet panties.
You close your eyes shut, as you hear the few groans that he lets out, his mouth otherwise covered by his hand, you would have told him to let you hear him, if you couldn’t feel that he was close.
You try your best to relax your throat, its painful you won’t deny but you know you will be rewarded with the sight of him cumming, so you push through, you force your muscles to relax, to fight the discomfort, you bring both hands to stroke his twitching length, you try what you know, your drool and his previous pre helps serve as lube.
Your eyes snap to him, intent on watching him climax, katakuri’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his mouth is covered by one hand, drool escaping the side of it, his other hand gripping the pillow beside his head so hard that you worry about it for a moment, yet the best treat of all is his eyes, rolled to the back, and if the light focused just right you could see the tears mark down his flushed cheeks.
it’s all too much for you, and yet it proves the same for him as his hips suddenly jolts, with a keen moan–more like a whimper of your name–and then he cums, it’s sweet, yet thick and is too much, your eyes water trying to swallow as much as you possibly can, however it proves futile as after a few seconds you’re getting off him, choking and gasping for air, you try to get your breathing under control, and when you do, it’s when he just finished cumming.
Katakuri does not recall what happened the moment his orgasm has him, all he know is that the pleasure was too much, and then he was seeing stars, he barely registers the sound of choking, nothing but pleasure that he never has felt before registers in his veins, it’s as if every fibre of his being is experiencing it, and he thinks he passed out for a few moments, he cannot recall.
All katakuri knows is that by the time his eyes are opened again, he feels at easy yet so ridiculously sensitive for the first time in his life he doesn’t have the words to describe how he feels, only that he was feeling an after-glow of pleasure he can’t comprehend however that was contracting the look on your face, your eyebrows are crossed in a frown, and you had your hands holding the side of his face.
your thumb rubbing his cheek, which was a weird sensation, not unpleasant…just different; he feels exposed, like he is showing something meant to be a secret to everyone and everything around him, yet he never more close to you than at that moment, and he quite liked that, he liked having you and him alone, intimate, vulnerable together, to be able to indulge in each other like this has to be a blessing, or divine intervention to have an angel like you gifted to him.
“You’re drooling, kata”
He didn’t think he had the energy to blush even more, nevertheless you prove him wrong once again in the same night, yet the sound of your laughter makes it worth the temporary embarrassment, without him noticing a smile stretch into his face, he feels safe and content with you.
But then he remembers, “darling?”
“Kata” he can hear the smile in your voice, he takes both hands in his, and your smile flatters a bit, “what’s wrong? Did you not like it?”
He shakes his head, before pressing his lips to your palms, he’s careful not to graze you with his fangs. “No, i did, i enjoyed it quite a lot, frankly”
“Then what's wrong, do you-”
“Darling, rest, i just…”
“Hm?”
“Well, i–you, i want to return the favour…i need to make you feel good” he feels like a fool, stumbling over his words like that.
“...you don’t have to do that”
“No, I want to, I need to bring you pleasure, as the one you have brought upon me, only if you are comfortable with that too. darling , do you want this?”
“Yeah” it's breathless, the way you say it, just like he previously did and the way your lips are, it’s like every movement you make is to tempt him, tease him, it feels like a trap, and even if it was, he would gladly fall into one, if it's for you but now, now he wants to kiss you.
So he does.
You’re surprised for a moment, and he thinks that he did something wrong, before you respond back, with the same intensity. It's passionate, full of electricity and emotion, it's like two lovers have met after a long time. It's pleasant, but then it’s not. It quickly escalates, until it’s all drool, teeth and tongues clashing with each other, it’s like taking a bite out of a forbidden fruit, something that you know is wrong yet feels good, too good, both of you want more, so more you take of each other, until the moment you can’t go longer with oxygen is reached.
God, this must be the millionth time you kissed him tonight, yet you can’t get enough; you want to makeout with him forever, his lips are addicting, and the way his fangs feed that addiction is unmeasurable.
Somehow during that process katakuri managed to get rid of your nightgown, you don’t even notice until you feel one of his hands creeping up your back, and that sends signals down your spine.
The way his fingers are delicately running up and down your back, and fiddling with the strap of your bra leaves goosebumps down their path that you are sure he can feel, you would be too occupied with the thought of that if it weren’t for his lips that are moulding against yours.
You let out a gasp that is swallowed by his tongue, as he manages to get you out of your bra, he keeps a hand on your hips, holding you still with one and the other one goes to your cheek pulling you away but not before ending it with a peck on your lips, you try to deepen it drunk off the taste of him but he doesn’t let you, instead he chuckles at the whine you let out and the sound goes straight to your core.
“patience, pretty…” his voice is sharp, deep, and sends tingles all over your body, the ability of his voice and the entirety of him that has a hold on you can’t be denied any longer, no matter what you try it always catches up to you.
katakuri ‘s thumb rub over your bottom lip, teasing you, everything stalls for a moment, it's like there’s only you and him, he looks majestic like this, almost heavenly, the way his amber eyes are gazing at you, almost devouring you, and then the cold air hits you, and you realize your bra has abandoned you, almost instantaneously his eyes widen with an emotion your brain cannot decipher.
Your hands go to cover yourself, suddenly feeling shy and bashful under his intense gaze, he doesn’t say anything for what felt like forever, until he grasps both of your wrists in one broad hand, and rubs circles into the back of your hand.
The other hand still trapping you against him, almost like he needs you two to be close, intertwined with each other, desiring you, becoming selfish and indulging himself for once, and yet he will be selfish, if it's with you, never once daring to think of a warm embrace, a chance to rest, to be vulnerable with no judgement, he needs you, and you need him. It’s a simple fact, yet one that seems as a sin, and yet, yet…if a monster like him is to be able to serve you, bring you pleasure, will it be less of a sin?
“Darling, don’t hide from me..” he sounds almost hurt, as if the mere thought of you thinking you’re undesirable brings him pain, as if you’re anything less than perfect, the mere thought of you not seeing yourself as he sees you, not being treated like you deserve to be makes a flame lit inside of him, he needs to show what he sees through his eyes when he dares lay his gaze on you, and he starts by pulling your hands away.
The hand on your hips brings you further into his chest while the other lets go of your hands, not before placing a kiss on each of them, your hands land uselessly into his pecs, as his mouth graze the tender flesh on your breast, hesitantly he begins placing kisses there before taking a nipple into his mouth, the euphoria you feel from such a simple act causes your hands to press down on him, and such a simple act makes you feel a heartbeat raising under your touch.
He gains courage the longer he keeps nursing on you, one hand is already playing with your other nipple, teasing you as he rolls it in-between his fingers, he’s good at this, almost too good. A choked moan escapes you at a particularly hard twist accompanied by sharp fangs scraping your skin, it’s too much and yet not enough, your hands somehow found their way into his hair, pulling at him, and you feel rather than hear the growl that follows your actions.
“katakuri, please” your voice comes out more pathetic than you would like, yet you don’t have time to dwell on it, as he releases the bud from his mouth with a ‘pop’.
He leaves a wet kiss into your other nub before whispering against it “no one else likes seeing me like this” Your hands grips his hair harder, pulling him away from your chest, his eyes unhoded and hazed with lust takes a moment to adjust to yours, ignoring the way his saliva and cool air makes your nipples stand hard you took in a shaky breath to arrange your thoughts.
“…stop” you don’t know what else to say, this is the same man who kidnapped you, and took you by force, and yeah sure your feelings for him developed into something, but it’s complicated.
it’s within your right to be upset at him, you should curse him and after all the things he had done to you, be ingratiated to be within his vacenitg yet you can’t bring yourself to do it, you look at him and his eyes stare back at you.
There it is again, that look in his eyes, it makes you want to scream, why? why? why?
You can feel tears brim near your eyes, he blinks at that once, twice, “stop, just stop!” it comes out more than a sob than you would like, yet you can’t do anything about it, you don’t want this, you don’t—
Katakuri’s lips are on yours, his knuckles brushing against your cheeks, other hand on your back, pushing you more into him, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle, connected, pulling away just to whisper sweet nothings against your lips, apologizes spill from him, and continue doing so as his kisses trail down your jaw and into your neck, his fangs scraping along them, neither painful nor pleasurable, just applying pleasure.
You gasp as wet kisses are being planted into your collarbone and descending further downwards, yet not fast enough, large large hands busy themselves by pushing you into him, other hand hovering on your thighs, hesitant, before grabbing a handful of them.
“kata, please…” It's amazing how a couple of words can make your husband snap, as soon as these words are let out into the air, his grip on you tightens where it can almost be considered painful.
He drags you closer to him, and the feeling of countless hard years of training runs deliciously against your clothed cunt. Your moan is wet and full of sound as the first real friction of the night is received by you. Familiar fingers push your ruined panties to the side before proding against your entrance, they move slowly coating themselves in your juices before plunging into you.
The wanted touch of his makes your back arch, and suddenly your back hits the mattress, and his mouth is on your nipples again, it’s all too much stimulation, the way his fingers is constantly moving in and out of you, the way his tongue leaves marks and kisses everywhere, the hold he has on your hip bone preventing you from running away from his ministrations.
Too much.
Too much pleasure, it's almost painful.
And yet.
Yet you want more.
Need more.
Your thoughts are in a jumbled mess, and it takes way more effort than you would care to admit to speak, still you do; because as his desire for you is insatiable, so is yours for him.
“W-wait, wait, please stop!” his hands stall almost immediately, he detaches his lips from your body, and his hand is again in your cheek rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, which you lean into, before meeting his gaze.
It’s full of worry, his brows furrowed, a pout on his flushed lips—really all of him is— before asking in a whisper, as to not startle you “are you alright, darling? have I gone too much? Do you want to stop? We don’t have to–”
You feel bashful under his gaze, and the way he is so concerned for you, you try to regulate your breath, but you want it so bad, need it in you. “Hah- god no…no, no, I-I wanna cum on your cock…”
“Darling.., I–We can’t…”
Katakuri feels bad for the frown on your face, he doesn’t want to deny you it saddens him and as he watches a frown settles on your face, your lower lips wobbles, it pains him to see you like this and he is ready to apologize again, offer you another option to bring you pleasure as the one you brought him, yet his thoughts are interrupted again by you.
“We– you don't have to put it in…” your voice is small, mumbled but he is sure that he had heard you, he is confused for a moment before you say again, your voice wavering “you.., I can just rub it against me..” your hands immediately goes to your face.
He doesn't say anything, too stunned to say anything, his mind is running around trying to figure out how that will be possible.”We–we don’t have to do it…it’s ok, just forget I said anything” God, he really is terrible at this whole thing, however he won’t let his inability to express himself to you get in his way.
“Yes.” you sniffle and peek between your fingers to look at him “Whatever you want, just show me how to please you and I will.” The way he says those words makes your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach.
You whine as he pulls your hands away from your face, he kisses them as an apology, before his breath hits your face, “whatever you want…” he whispers, so genuine and full of emotion that you almost burst out crying, but you don’t, and the only thing that manages to slip out of you is a tiny “uh-huh”
He pecks your lips, and looks at you expectantly “lay back” he does as he is told, slowly manoeuvring his way so he is sitting with his back to the headboard. His cock is semi hard, laying on his stomach twitching every other second.
Katakuri watches you intently as you fix yourself on top of him, keeping a hand near your hips to support you whenever you need it.
Your hands go to grab his cock, coaxing a bead of pre from him, his groan makes you clench, impatiently wanting to have him against you.
“Hah, you can touch katakuri, help g-guide me” you say breathing harshly, it’s not like you can go around his whole length by yourself, you need some form of assistance.
His hands grab your hips, thighs spreading widely to accompany his size, helping you align yourself with his cock. Your clit is swollen and twitching, desperate for some sort of stimulation, his precum serves as lube mixing in with both of your juices.
Your hands are on his abdomen searching for stability before you make contact with him, an embarrassingly large moan a result of that
The drag of him feels heavenly, your eyes don’t tear away from the sight of where the both of you are mixed, your lips are spread open, you can feel every vein on his shaft, every throb of him, the entirely of him, you slid easily against him, the pre of him helping you in accomplishing that.
Your breathing is harsh, biting your lips to conceal your moans before wet lips press against yours, you gasp unsuspecting of your husband's actions, before reciprocating trying to shove and mold your tongue against him
He pulls away just just for you to chase after him missing the familiar warmth, he doesn’t let you, capturing your jaw in his hands, cupping them before breathing into them, you’re practically breathing each into each other and sharing the same breath.
“Please…” you’re not above begging and thus you find yourself with a thumb in your mouth and his dark voice whispers into your ear “don’t hide, darling, speak to me, let me hear you…” you don’t think, you just nod, desperate to have him against you again “i need to hear you say it darling…”
“I-I won’t hide…just please” He can never deny you, your head is thrown back yet you can feel his gaze on you, moans escape both of you—an indicator and reassurance of the pure bliss and ecstasy you both are feeling.
He guides your hips making you feel the drag of your clit, so puffy and desperate against his cock, feels like paradise to you, the only thing that would feel better is having him inside of you—but that’s for another time.
You’re enthralled to have him like this, countless nights you have been spending thinking of a moment like this, with him, charlotte katakuri.
Your husband.
You can feel the coil in your stomach reappearing, you won’t last long—that you know, yet as you look down on your panting husband you feel the need to hold off your orgasm a bit longer, in hopes of seeing him cum.
His face is concentrated, and all scrunched up, the warmth of your cunt against his frustrated cock is nothing like he had imagined, and he distinctly notes that he can’t go back to a mochi cushion after feeling you since he can never replicate the feel of your pussy, something so divine.
Any sense of rationality katakuri has disperse as he hears your voice, high pitched, whiny and desperate—so heavenly to him “I’m gonna cum, please, wan’a cum, fe—ah!—feels good”
Your hands dig into his skin, and his speeds up, frustrated desire accompanies him, intent on watching you unfold before his eyes, he can feel his end too, never imagining something like this could feel so good.
“Go ahead and let go” and just like that with a broken moan the coil in your stomach snaps, it feels beyond heavenly to be rewarded after such a long time, and katakuri keeps you upright with a hand while the other still stimulates you, makes you ride off your orgasm and he keeps going even your orgasm washes over you in waves, it’s too much stimulation for your brain and body, no coherent thoughts are present in your body “too much, ‘s moree pleaseee….”
“Fuck.” with a curse word that seems too improper for your husband, he manages to cum for the second time of the night, semen splattering all over his stomach, his grip on your is the only thing keeping you stable from falling into his heaving chest.
The afterglow of your orgasm basks you into sleep, you’re sure when you wake up in the morning your body will be filled with bruises and an ache in your muscles, but you can’t seem to focus on that with the way your husband’s voice lures you to sleep, baking you and consuming you whole.
“Darling, you did so good, I didn’t hurt you, did I? Was I too rough? Do you require a—“
“Mhmm, want you..please, don’t leaveee…”
“Never.”
“Mhmm”
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Roronoa Zoro
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Zoro has always been on the go so he savors moments that he can slow down and breathe.
The peace that comes with Quality Time is the part he enjoys. No one to protect, or fight, or exert effort over.
He’s the kind of guy that calls “hanging out” doing two separate things in the same room, like Robin reading while he’s working out, or cleaning his swords while Sanji cooks.
He’s funny in the way that he might not know it was Quality Time until he leaves the interaction feeling rejuvenated and warm.
He doesn’t like the burden of stuff, or worrying about if his strong hangs are hurting someone, and he isn’t the best with words - but just being is something he excels at.
Zoro is also rather whimsical in that he doesn’t need to plan his Quality Time and so a lot of those moments happen serendipitously.
It’s in part why he loves the Straw Hats so much, because just existing in the same space as him is all the love he’ll ever need.
It’s in part what makes him so easy to love: he’s a no frills kind of guy, and any time spent with him is time well spent.
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Soul King Brook
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Brook’s Love Language being Quality Time means that he tries his hardest to make up for the years he lost to being alone in the fog.
Unlike Zoro, he is more intentional about it. He’ll ask Chopper if he wants to learn how to play the piano, or invite Nami to preview the new song he wrote.
That said, if someone is busy or denies him, it hurts his feelings a bit - but it’s no matter, he has every other crew member to ask plus any visitors there might be on the ship at the time.
Brook doesn’t need his Quality Time to be lavish or grand - just drinking tea and chatting is enough for him.
Every time he does have those meaningful moments, he savors it, committing it to his memory.
He does it now because he wishes he had put in the effort to do such a thing with the Rumbar Pirates. Much of his time in the fog was spent pulling apart his memory just to catch a glimpse of his friends he loved so much.
He dreads to think that something like that would ever happen again - but at least if it did his memories are full of his second family.
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Flame Emperor Sabo
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Sabo yearns for Quality Time.
Even from a young age, before he found his brothers, all he wanted was meaningful moments to share with his parents.
When it became apparent that wasn’t going to happen, he was lucky to find two other young boys that wanted to do nothing but spend time with him.
Between the training in the jungle with Ace and Luffy, to dinners with Dadan, his heart was filled to the brim.
When he eventually joined the Revolutionary Army, it was more of the same - training and dinners with his respected colleagues.
However, traveling around to be the hero of the people means that he doesn’t always get the Quality Time he deserves.
Luckily, he is a combo type with Words of Affirmation - and when he does right by those who need him, he is lavished with praise from both citizenry and other Revolutionaries.
He’s more likely to accept Words of Affirmation from most people, but he is especially choosy about those he spends Quality Time with.
It’s not that he doesn’t want the affection - he just wants it to be real. He wants to put in the time with someone who will stay.
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Trafalgar D. Water Law
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Law loves loves loves spending Quality Time with his friends, family, and crew.
His Quality Time needs to be a little more structured so that he can make the most of it in between being a captain, studying, and strategizing.
Like Brook, he likes his Quality Time to have a purpose - sharing his coin collection, taking a walk on a nearby island, or playing games on the deck of the Polar Tang.
Like Sabo, he is very intentional about who he spends this time with.
It’s very obvious to gauge what Law is feeling about someone depending on if he actually wants to dedicate hours of his day to them or not.
He also has a schedule where he has time designated to each of his crew members so that he makes sure that he is an active part of their lives and they of his.
When he was very young, it would have been harder to gauge what his Love Language was because of how much hate he had in his heart, but after he lost his first family, then lost Rosinante, it became clear that he wanted to make the most of the precious time he had with people he cared for.
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Donquixote Rosinante
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Maybe he rubbed off on Law, but the king of Quality Time is the gentle giant Rosinante.
Sure, he goes to great lengths to help others so it’s possible he combos with Acts of Service, but if he’s doing something for someone or someone is doing something for him, he wants to be physically part of the process.
It’s the time he spends with an individual that makes him want to do something for them in the first place.
He’s incredibly receptive to others emotions - a skill only compounded by the lack of empathy of his brother. He felt like he had to make up for it.
As such, he adjusts the activities of the Quality Time to the bandwidth of who he is in the presence of - so things aren’t really planned out for him like Law.
He also has never had a problem asserting his own needs if he feels like his own spirit is lacking something.
So, for example, if he needed something calming, or exciting, he would keep lists of people in his head who more often than not aligned with those vibes so he would know who to reach out to.
Because his affection is so wrapped up in others, it really hurts him if he is turned down.
But luckily, Rosi’s best quality was always his elastic heart, so he could always adjust to the love others could give him even if it was their own special way.
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kentofication · 10 months
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% — vinsmoke sanji & fem!reader ] — 0.1k+
❝ explicit content # fluff # soft dom!sanji x sub!reader # aftercare ❞
✰ - apologies for the long wait guys i was watching one piece. i recommend watching it because its actually good (gets good at episode 32)
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✰ - sanji who just loves to have slow, soft sex with you, intertwining his hands with yours as he slowly thrusts into you to relish the feeling of your tight, warm cunt wrapping around him, making it hard for him to pull out. 
✰ - sanji who loves to praise you, giving you words of affirmation and telling you how good you’re doing taking his cock. 
✰ - sanji who loves to leave hickies in difficult spots to hide so everyone knows who you belong too.
✰ - sanji who cums inside of you, painting your walls a creamy white with the intent to breed.
✰ - sanji who covers your face in kisses after your heated session, asking if you’re okay and did he perform well, to which you respond with a simple yes.
✰ - sanji who feels at ease when you’re all bundled next to him, stacked in his clothing, sleeping right next to him.
✰ - sanji who plays with your hair to send you into a deep sleep, combing his fingers through the strands to untangle them. he slowly starts to doze off next to you, whispering a calm “i love you” to you.
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fbfh · 6 months
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You were talking about Zoro and One Piece and fubgthvrxgjbthvty
I am Unwell™️
I don’t know if I think he has a loyalty kink or if I do but
His unending devotion?
His complete Ride Or Die mentality?
I am On My Knees begging to be on the receiving end of his love and attention
(He’s be into body worship and caretaking me thinks (I am projecting))
from the heart of my bottom thank you for this one anon. bc you are so fucking right. if anyone meets the criteria for loyalty kink???????? It's gonna be Zoro. you probably got tangled up together by accident or out of some kind of debt. he promised someone that he would grant you safe passage as you make your way from point a to point b, and somewhere along the way he finds that his debt and loyalty and service is no longer extended to you, it straight up belongs to you. it's basically royal x knight trope which i love with my whole ass bussy. Zoro can pick up a huge ass safe with minimal effort so you better believe he will just pick you up and put you somewhere else whenever he deems it necessary. or just when he feels like it. and he will not hesitate to just hoist you up and carry you over his shoulder for easy hassle free transportation. yk the scene in shrek where he's carrying fiona and she and donkey are having girl talk time when she finally stops trying to get shrek to put her down??? it's that. and you're explaining things like girl math to Luffy. he loves it. he only operates on girl math now. anyway yeah... Zoro is something. if you have a bad dream he seems like the type who would stay up and cuddle you till you feel better but nope. he stands guard in your room for the rest of the night. you wake up to go pee at 3am and he's still standing monitoring the entrances and exits. he follows you and waits outside the bathroom and makes sure you don't forget to wash your hands. if you ask all cute and sweet and sleepy he'll get you tucked back into bed but tbh it won't take that much convincing. you are so so right about body worship and caretaking, like I couldn't have pinned him down more accurately. you fuckin nailed it. ironically you won't have to beg on your knees for his attention because he is definitely already on his knees for you so uh. do with that what you will. but yeah I think the song do it for him from steven universe especially applies to people like Zoro. he will do anything and everything for you without breaking a sweat. and that's before he's even aware of how hard he's falling for you. GOD I love me a stoic service top.
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writing-in-sin · 4 months
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LawLu fic drabble: Fever (Omegaverse)
Summary: In which Devil Fruits not only grant unique powers but also turn its users into either Alphas or Omegas based on the opposite of the user's zodiac element in its effort to counter the sea
Somehow, this changes things
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When he ate the Gomu Gomu no Mi, Luffy thought turning into a rubber human would be all he'd needs to know about.
That is, until Shanks pulled him aside with a really serious look on his face.
The day he becomes a rubber human, is also the day when Luffy finds out that although he's weak against seawater now, the fruit also developed a way to counter that by giving its users a secondary gender that helps trigger their inner Fever
And since he's a Taurus and in turn, an Earth element, his Fever is that of an Omega's Heat.
Luffy doesn't really get how a user becomes either an alpha or omega besides that its some sort of yin yang balance thing? something about how if a user is born under a yang element, their bodies need to be yin so that when their Fever comes, they'd survive their fruit's growing powers as they age
If they didnt have that balance, Shanks said that early users got their bodies melted from the inside
which, scary!
....anyways!
So yeah, he's a rubber human and an Omega after eating the Gomu Gomu no Mi
Luffy still doesn't get a lot about the whole Alphas and Omegas thing since there's no Devil Fruit users in Foosha or even anywhere in the East Blue
well, except Buggy but he's a stingy jerk who doesn't wanna share what he knows so he doesn't count
Bleh!
Meh, who cares.
The important thing is, he's got the best crew and he's gonna be the Pirate King so whatever he needs to know, he'll figure it out along the way to the One Piece!
...which happens a lot sooner than Luffy thinks when he suddenly feels his Fever flaring up the moment his eyes meet the golds of a another captain
Huh.
That's weird.
But somehow, Luffy feels that something really cool is about to happen.
He can't wait! Shishishi!
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quirkyseastone · 2 years
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Hi :)
Do you write for King? Could I get kissing with him? (if you don't write for him I ask the same with Drake...)
♡ Hi anon! I haven't written for King before, but I'm SO up for the challenge (he's so pretty my gosh). I hope I did well by him? I know it's a little short, but he's difficult to make fluffy, and I did my best! I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for the request! Lots of manga spoilers ahead; warning for those who need it!
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Loving someone like King was difficult. It took work; effort for him to trust you enough to show you who he really was. Even though he had feelings for you, he still remained so tightly guarded—not one to show his emotions, share how he was feeling, engage in PDA. Which is why after all that hard work, it was the simple moments like this, where you two had rushed off to a private corner of Onigashima, that made it so worth it. "Did you really drag me off to do this?" He asked, his arms crossed and piercing red eyes narrowed at you. You were sure that behind that leather mask was a look of disapproval. "You've been busy Alber...and I know Kaido has a lot to deal with right now and I missed you a little. I wanted at least a minute with you before it got more chaotic." You murmured, caressing the side of his face. He sighed, looking around the empty room as if he was expecting someone to bust in at any moment. When it remained as quiet as it had been, King leaned down, eyes meeting yours. "Fine, but make it quick." You smiled, not wanting to hesitate for another moment. Fidgeting around to find the edge of his mask, you lifted the tight leather up just enough to expose those soft lips. You leaned in, pressing the lightest kiss against them, enjoying the feeling of King melting just so slightly against you, and the warmth that seemed to radiate from him. The kiss was fleeting, the sound of Beast Pirates calling out for the All-Star forcing King to pull away from you quickly, pulling his mask back down. "Sorry, I must go." He said, voice hushed, "I'll see you later—in a place safer than this where we can spend more time together, alright?" You nodded, "Alright, I'll see you then. I love you Alber." "And I love you."
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strawhatsoraya · 1 year
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PROMPTS: 1. Beach 2. Boardwalk 3. Crewmate 4. Prison 5. War 6. Waves 7. Salt water taffy 8. Assassins 9. Marriage 10. Brine 11. Pirate King 12. Jolly Roger 13. Devil Fruit 14. Island 15. Dock 16. Dream 17. Current 18. Dead Zone 19. Whirlpool 20. Deepwater 21. Storm 22. Carousel 23. Nautical 24. Tsunami 25. Marines 26. Arctic 27. Fish 28. Jellyfish 29. Moon 30. Iceberg 31. Sun 32. Land 33. Journey 34. Traveler 35. Wander 36. Tour 37. Excursion 38. Distance 39. Fun 40. Business 41. Sample 42. Derail 43. Map 44. Souvenir 45. Home 46. Combat 47. Family 48. Cooking 49 Ship 50. Bandits 51. Crime 52. Hijack 53. Raiders 54. Sea 55. Treasure 56. Thieves 57. Lifeboat 58. Sunrays 59. Cards 60. Haunted 61. Beasts 62. Blue 63. Red 64. Rain 65. Wind 66. Bounty 67. Ransom 68. Enemy 69. Alliance 70. Emperor 71. Captain 72. Captor 73. Counterfeit 74. Scammer 75. Eyepatch 76. Violence 77. Chance 78. Action 79. Risk 80. Gamble 81. Wonderland 82. Romance 83. Hot 84. Rainforest 85. Palm Trees 86. Orchids 87. Pineapples 88. Citrus 89. Floral 90. Coconut 91. Poolside 92. Hammocks 93. Juicy 94. Volcanic 95. World Government 96. Grand Line 97. East Blue 98. Swim 99. Swordsman 100. Illness
✬ 1/100 COMPLETED
✬ MASTERLIST: [x] sanji: nautical
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gigislesbo · 7 months
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↳ “time to teach ya’” || op zoro fic
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╴ until you learn how to properly pleasure yourself, zoro refuses to allow you to leave. now it's too late to have any regrets about admitting to him that you've never masturbated before.
╴word count: 2k
╴pairing/dynamic: top!zoro , bottom!reader
╴content warning: smut like barely any plot, female prns, made with afab body in mind, just zoro being zoro, innocentish reader, guided masturbation, fingering, corruption kink, spit, praising, cussing, overstimulation, begging but from readers own accord
╴requested: no
╴a/n: english isn’t my first language so if there’s grammar errors i apologize. this is for my zoro lovers 🫡, do enjoy!
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↳ ZORO
Zoro could sense something was off about you, particularly after the party. Zoro was honestly a bit bewildered; it was a party with your close friends, and you’re acting dryly with him.
Zoro agitated finally decided he was finished being quiet; after all the way you were acting was bugging him.
"what’s wrong. You’re acting’ bizarre," Zoro voices impolitely, glancing at you once more. "Nothing? "I'm acting normally," you mention, baffled at what he’s talking about.
"Stop lyin'; we both know something’s off with you. Just spit it out already," he replies with a little bit more urgency in his voice.
"it’s nothing! I promise. I'm just, to some extent, embarrassed about something that was  discussed."You declared, sitting down on your bed, hoping that answer would appease Zoros curiosity. "And what was discussed?" he replies while glancing at you once more.
He wanted to get to the root of the issue so you wouldn’t continue to act so distant.
"Can’t say! It was just something ridiculous Nami brought up during our game." You say rambling about the game of ‘never have I ever’ that you and the other ladies played.
Zoro raised his eyebrow, looking for you to give him more specifics. You huff at him but finally decide to just get it over with.
"She asked if… I'd ever played…with myself, and I thought she was joking, but when I looked at her face, it was clear she wasn't. " You followed off before resuming. "I said I haven't, and out of shame, I went to go get you so we could go home," you say with a flush of coral on your cheeks, noticing how elementary your actions were.
Zoro quietly laughed. His partner hasn’t masturbated before, and that’s why they were acting in this manner. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby, because that'll change soon.." He proceeded to walk towards your bed and then he sat down. With a smirk on his face, he then continues his sentence. "I'd say it’s time to teach ya’ whatcha think, baby?"
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"That’s it, pretty girl," Zoro says while helping you keep your legs apart. "Doing so good."
At the praise, you couldn’t help but feel yourself get more wet. He knew what he was doing, especially when he persisted in helping you keep your legs open.
Honestly, all he wanted was to see you play with your pretty pussy, but you weren’t one to protest against it. After all, it somehow made you feel more pleasure.
"Getting all wet for me, babe? How cute." Zoro couldn’t help but feel proud of the fact that he was able to convince you to masturbate.
It was your first time, and it was with him watching, corrupting you, and teaching you where you should touch yourself. Everything was just too perfect to be true, especially after hearing your moans.
"Feel too good." You said playing with your clit and making sure it feels good, just like how Ro' told you.
This ecstasy was enough to melt any thoughts from your brain, just like the sun can melt snow.
Zoro could tell just by looking at you how much you were enjoying yourself, but he just couldn’t let you have all the fun.
He decided to play with you just a little bit, using his fingers to rub your inner thighs, which are closest to your needy hole.
As soon as he did that, you noticed. Wide-eyed and staring at his fingers, you could feel your mind start to wander. Wanting him to stuff you full with his pretty and big fingers.
"Keep your eyes on your own fingers, love." Zoro leans forward, whispering in your ear.
"Don’t wanna… You’re being unfair." You protest to him while looking at his face for any sign of giving in. There was not but a single smirk on his face.
"Sorry, pretty girl, I'm just here to teach. Nothing else…" He pauses for a moment, looking at your needy and begging face. "If you don’t know how to do it when you’re all alone and crying for my dick, then you’ll be more upset. Can’t have that, can we?" He says he is laughing with his deep, sultry voice.
You know what he says is right, but the laugh he made didn’t help your case. You just wanted him to pound into your poor cunt and have him call you the slut you are, but instead you had to give pleasure to yourself.
You opened your mouth to complain again, but Zoro was quick to shut you up by taking your unoccupied hand and spitting on your fingers.
Right now, your expression is like a deer in headlights. You didn’t know what he was planning to do, but you knew you had to listen up.
He then led your fingers to your hole, slowly making one at a time enter.
"Zo’ f-feels good." You moan; your finger may not be better than Zoro's, but it still made you feel good.
Zoro just smirked at you after he heard you moan, moving his hand away from yours.
You honestly didn’t know what to do from there, so you just stayed still, mesmerized by the feeling of your own finger inside. It honestly felt a bit weird; it was the feeling of something inside of you not moving. You looked at Zoro for some guidance, which he gave.
He honestly couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, looking at how pretty his innocent baby was. "Move your finger in and out of your pretty hole. If it still isn’t enough, then add a few more fingers,  k'babe?"
"M'kay," you say, just staring at him without even making an effort to move your fingers.
"I already went over this. I’m not going to do it for you; you gotta do it yourself. You're going to make me proud, aren’t you?" Zoro stated he meant it all.
You lived to make Zoro proud, so of course you would do it. The only thing is that you only feel like you can do that when you’re drinking with him or fucking. You don’t mind doing those things either, but sometimes you just wish he’d let you pleasure his cock right now instead.
I mean, there are so many ways he likes it, like when you’re jacking him off, giving him a blowjob, a titjob, or even just letting him fuck your tight little cunt. But right now, you know better than anyone not to ask. You’ll get refused, no matter how needy he is, because he wants you to please yourself only. So instead of sulking, you decided you’d make him proud.
You take your finger and start moving it in and out of you, looking for that one pleasure spot that you continuously miss. You then try adding three fingers, but it’s no use; you can’t find it.
Yes, it's pleasurable enoughto throw your head back every now and then, but it’s not the pleasure you want. You want your spot touched; it’s like your cunt craves it as it continues clenching around your fingers.
"Ro's too hard and can’t find it." You state between mumbles and moans, looking directly at how Zoro just stares at your body, looking like an animal wanting his prey, but he snaps out of it hearing your voice.
"Shouldn’t you know your spot better than me? You can find it, baby." Zoro says with a sly smirk on his face, knowing he’s teasing you.
You continue for a few more minutes, even while paying attention to your needy clitoral, but it's still no use. You can’t find the spot that’ll make you cum faster.
You look at Zoro with puppy dog eyes and say, "Ne-need you, Zo', can’t find it.. wan’ your fingers in me."
That was all it took for Zoro to finally snap and help your pussy out. I mean, who could say no to that?
He looks at you with a stern look on his face and tells you to follow his lead. Before you can take your fingers out, he stops you. Shoving three of his own into you. "Mm f-fuck!!" You screamed not on purpose but because it took all the air out of you.
Your cunt was stretched and full, like it is when he forces his cock into your cunt. Zoro groans hearing you moan like that just from him entering his fingers in.
Zoro then begins fingering you, going back in and back out of your stretched-out hole. You end up following him; it was a pleasure. You felt your body start to burn like lava. So much pleasuring you, almost too much, especially because Zoro ended up finding pleasure spots you completely missed.
At this point in time, you were a babbling mess, just barely able to think—completely overstimulated. Before you could even do anything. Zoro found the spot. You screamed once again, telling him it was too good and how you needed more.
Only to be left with complete disappointment because Zoro’s fingers were no longer in you. "Gotta pleasure it yourself, babe; as hot as it is knowing you’ll get off on my hands, it’s better watching you struggle. Don’t you think? He whispers into your ear, knowing how badly you need to cry.
You huff at him, but you can’t fight back. You know this is for the better. After a few more minutes of trial and error, you find it. You need this to cum, and so you keep shoving your finges in and out of your hot cunt, pleasuring your spot every now and then. "Gonna gonna cum!!" You shout, letting yourself cum.
The orgasm left your body shaking for more, but you were too tired to comply.
"Good girl, I'm very proud of you." Zoro said, looking down at your flushed body and pulsing hole.
"I hope you know I'm not done yet." You pause, getting air, then continuing, "I've got to help you out."
"I would love that, babe." He just smiles at you.
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╴a/n: had fun making this, it’s not my best work but i did have fun so it doesn’t matter.
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kenz1e · 1 year
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introduction
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yo! my name is kenzie, i’m 21, i’m bisexual, (and proud) and i enjoy watching anime, cooking, baking, drawing, playing games, (board games, video games, card games, etc.) and doing many other things aswell! i’ve been on tumblr, wattpad, and A03 for quite a bit , yet i’ve never wrote anything, so this is a first! i appreciate feedback on all of my writings, yet i will not tolerate hate, however, guidance and tips are always appreciated and welcomed! yet i will ONLY write for one piece however let me get onto my do’s and don’ts and so on.
rules/masterlist
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as simple as the name reads, rules, what i will/won’t write, and the overall rules of my blog!
what i WILL write
fluff, smut, drabbles, shorts, headcanons, and prompts (whenever i have some listed! (obviously..) ), fem!reader, gn!reader, chubby!reader, tall/short!reader, mermaid!reader, mink!reader, (you get it) + mainly all kinks BESIDES THE ONES LISTED THAT I WONT WRITE
what i WONT write
r@p3, dr_g abuse/dr_gs in general, noncon, scat, piss, dark themed kinks like the ones listed above. m!reader (because i don’t really have much confidence in writing for m!readers:( i deeply apologize for that but i may be able to do so soon!), and smut/nsfw with underage characters or minks, (this also includes chopper), some things may be added to this
characters that i WILL write
i’ll write for every character! but please do note, if i haven’t heard of them (mainly the case if they’re a manga character that isn’t in the anime), or i don’t exactly have enough info on their personality or in general, i may not write them or will use the one piece wiki as that’s my best friend in those types of situations!
with that out of the way!
i have a right to refuse a request
please specify things in your request!
if you have excited/sad/happy etc. energy, i will happily reciprocate it! don’t be afraid to get funky!
i don’t mind minors looking at my blog (as long as it’s sfw yk), but i do not want them to look at the things that clearly say minors do not interact. please and thank you
masterlist:
fluffy monster trio hcs with a fem!devil queen!reader
zoro and sanji headcanons where their fem!s/o is stronger than them and use the same fighting style
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ruris-world · 1 year
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cw: mihawk is scary, and darling is scared
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anyways, yandere mihawk is so intimidating.
even though he doesn’t want to, his darling is scared shitless from him
and because he’s so scary, anytime he doesn’t want her to do something he just give her an annoyed look, but to her it’s like he’s death glaring at her and wants to kill her entire family and make her watch.
he would be so upset that she is scared of him, but kinda glad that she can’t escape cuz of that fear.
on another note, he is a gothic romantic but sprinkle a bit of cheesy romance in there too :,)
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sanjis-all-blue · 10 months
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Physical Touch | One Piece Headcanons
SFW - 0.8k words
Love Languages Series
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Monkey D. Luffy
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This guy can’t keep his hands to himself.
He shows his love through hugs and tugs and picking up anyone when he can.
He shows his love for his friends and family through hand to hand combat, for goodness sake.
He likes the physical feedback from touching and being touched. Because he’s rubber, he needs a little extra input.
Luffy likes to be squeezed, and pinched, and grabbed because it’s what he can feel.
The desire for contact probably came from Garp’s heavy hand, or the times he spent training with Ace and Sabo on Mt. Corvo - where it was win or die. There, touch meant survival.
He has a combo type with Acts of Service, so he likes interactive displays of love like hair cuts or bandaging wounds.
Overall, physical touch lets Luffy know that the people he’s surrounded himself with are with him and that they’re not leaving any time soon. Physical touch is the way Luffy knows he’s not alone.
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Tony Tony Chopper
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Being a doctor is one of Chopper’s greatest joy’s because of the physical interaction. His hooves make people feel better, whole, and safe.
Unlike Luffy, who thrives on haptics, Chopper’s touch outside of his occupation must be earned.
He shows his comfort with someone by climbing all over them to sit on their head or shoulders, grabbing their hand, or sitting extra close at dinner.
Hot weather is truly the bane of his existence, where no one can stand to be close to such a fuzzy friend.
As a naturally skittish creature, he doesn’t do well with unexpected touches but if someone were to offer him a hug or an invite to a nap, he would be over the moon.
To Chopper, being able to touch and be touched by his crew and their allies reaffirms what they tell him every day: that he’s not a monster, and that he is very loved.
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Portgas D. Ace
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Ace’s Love Language being Physical Touch is only a problem for those who naturally run warm.
The man is made of fire, so spending a long time with him in close proximity is bound to raise anyone’s body temperature a few notches.
Besides that, because of his upbringing fighting creatures in the jungle and being at the receiving end of the Fist of Love, touch is just something that brings him comfort.
Violence brings him comfort, in a sense, but at least now he has the strength to withstand hardship.
When he finds moments of calm, the touches become more subtle - a pat on the back, resting his chin on another’s shoulder, slinging his arm around someone’s neck.
Because Ace is so full of love, he gives everyone he meets some sort of handshake, or playful jab, or high five
Because Ace’s love has a lasting impression, it’s hard to decline his offerings of affection - no matter how warm it runs.
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Dracule Mihawk
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Mihawk shows his love through physical touch by proxy - his swords.
He’s a deeply disciplined man who understand how to balance who he is with who he needs to be.
Touching him physically is a privilege only reserved for a very select few, so he sates his appetite through battle.
The sensations are physical enough for him - as the reverberations travel through the swords.
Because Yoru is basically an extension of himself, he takes on those less deserving with the dagger.
He didn’t have the love he needed growing up but the first time he experienced genuine friendly touch from Shanks, he knew that’s what was lacking.
So he chased that feeling in his own, unadjusted way - becoming the greatest swordsman of all time.
Every challenge to his title is how he extracts the much needed touch that he yearns for.
He would never tell Perona or Zoro that their occasional poke or sparing match were something he looked forward to, but it was truly the highlight of his day.
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Mr. 2 Bon Clay / Bentham
Bentham embodies touch through his powers and as a dancer.
Dancers touch to correct, to support. The Clone Clone Fruit requires a touch to activate.
Beyond that, he thrives in physically fluid environments. It’s in part why he got along with Luffy so well.
He can sometimes go over the top with it, leaning too much on someone’s shoulder, or giving too tight a squeeze. He was always a big guy growing up - he never knew his own strength.
However, as he settled into adulthood, he found his heavy hand coming to his aid. Through Baroque Works to becoming the queen of Newkama Land, his strength to carry his crews and his friends on his own back became his ultimate expression of love.
Unlike Luffy, Ace, and Mihawk, fighting feels like the antithesis to his love. He will fight, because he’s good at it, but the idea of his affection-packed fists harming others makes his skin crawl.
But at least, at the end of the day, he knows that a hug or a hand hold or being able to lavish someone with his adoration will fix whatever parts of his heart were broken in the fray.
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Hope you are doing well!!<3
Can I request Law + purple + nsfw + fem!reader
.°⊹˙ featuring: law
.°⊹˙ tags/warnings: MDNI // 18+ only, fem!reader, oral (f! receiving), fingering, desperate law humping against the bed as he eats you out
.°⊹˙ a/n: thank you for joining my event nonnie ! hope you will see this < 3
.°⊹˙ wc: 0.6k+
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his arm starts tingling as law puts his hand on your leg, as if by accident. right at the thigh. and he waits for your reaction once you register his touch, wondering if you’ll brush his hand away or let him keep it there.
do you know how often he’d just lie in his bed at night holding his hand in the air, stretching his tattooed fingers up over his face, imagining your bare skin and how soft and warm it would feel if he were to ever caress it? every night. and do you know how often he’d get so hard that he’d just tug his cock out and stroke himself, going over every detail of your body, until hot spurts of cum would spray out of him? every. damn. night. it all made him feel like an utter pervert. he was so desperate. and he was so done with it. no more, he thought to himself one night. he wanted the real deal. his hand and some imaginary scenarios of you in his head wouldn’t satisfy his craving anymore.
and right now, as you’re plopped down on the bed, his bed, law’s about to melt, his heart pounds so hard in his chest he can almost hear it. he is touching you — with the one hand he stroked himself with while thinking of you. as you show no resistance to his ministrations but rather seem to be enjoying them judging by the pinkish hue covering your cheekbones, law starts moving his hand, stroking the length of your thigh, taking in the feel of your skin. he is so hard it’s almost painful, throbbing in time with his increased heartbeat. he wants more. needs more. as his greed for you is growing stronger with each motion, he reaches closer and closer to your most sensitive spot, brushing his fingers lightly against your pussy, the wetness causing his cock to twitch. and in his mind he’s begging you to touch him, too. but no, he wouldn’t let you. not now. because if he did, he’d cum, and he’d cum right away.
‘fuck… you smell so good’, you can feel his warm breath inches away from your open pussy. his fingers gently rub between your lips as he slowly inserts two of them inside you. you moan with the pleasure of his touch. already so much juice is leaking out of you, law’s tongue and lips are hungry to lap it all up.
‘wonder how you taste’, he licks his lips before flattening his tongue against your clit, just pressing it all around while his fingers are probing you, rotating around that special spot inside you. you’re moaning and rocking your hips as pleasure is mounting, your fingers curling in his hair. law is even harder now knowing that he is the one doing this to you, making you feel like this, making you lose control. his cock is now dripping precum as he pulls his fingers out of you, licking the wetness off his fingers.
‘you taste so sweet’, he growls and immediately goes right back down between your legs, kissing and sucking the tender insides of your deliciously spread thighs, ‘…so damn sweet’, he adds before pushing his tongue inside you, swirling it around, his saliva mixing with your wetness. driven by his own arousal law involuntarily starts humping against the bed as he eats you out. his hips buck so hard and fast against the mattress that they cause the bedpost to continuously hit the wall. he’s losing control when your hips start going back and forth, pussy pulsing — he can feel it on his tongue. you cry out, pressing your clit and wet lips against his face. as you’re going through your high, law’s already swollen cock thickens even more and he pumps out his cum all over the sheets, barely holding in his groans as he bucks his hips against the bed a few more times, working every drop out of his cock.
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𝐀𝐈'𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓
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Bond of Brothers
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Disclaimer: These characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, and the Funimation English Dub series. Also, I just wanted it to be known that I watch the show in the English dub, so those are the voices I imagine for the characters. No monetary gain is being made from this drabble. Set after Episode 377, which is titled “The Pain of My Crewmates Is My Pain! Zoro's Desperate Fight!” because that episode gave me some major big feelings. More in the Author’s Note at the end.
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           Brook the famed Humming Swordsman and musician slowly approaches Nico Robin, the woman the World Government has dubbed the “Demon Child” with a look of grave concern and confusion on what remains of his face. After all, he is a skeleton and must show his expression using only bones, yo-ho-ho!
“Nico Robin, may I speak to you?” Brook inquires as he comes to Robin’s side where she is helping Chopper bandage Zoro’s multitude of new injuries.
“But of course you may, Brook,” Robin smiles, standing up and drying her hands on the rag next to her. “Doctor, I will return to help momentarily,” she directs to Chopper, watching as the blue-nosed reindeer methodically cleans and dresses Zoro’s wounds.
“Take your time, Robin! You’ve been a big help already!” Chopper calls, wiping his brow before returning to the task before him.
Brook follows Robin to one of the corners away from the hustle and bustle of the giant feast going on around them.
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           “What would you like to speak about, Brook?” Robin sweetly inquires, sitting on the ledge with a small cup of sake in her hands.
It takes the skeleton some time to begin speaking, but Robin never once interrupts the silence, looks bored with the conversation, or lets Brook believe his desire to talk is needless. Her gentle and almost motherly demeanor is one reason why all of the Strawhat crew comes to Robin to talk about anything and everything they need to.
“I saw what the swordsman and the cook tried to do to protect Strawhat Luffy,” Brook eventually admits, a sheepish tone in his voice.
“Ah,” Robin breathes, taking another sip of her sake. “We mustn’t let them know. Their pride would surely suffer, as they did not want these sacrifices to be public information,” she continues, a hint of warning in her voice.
“So, you saw them fight, too?” Brook inquires, sitting down next to Robin as they continue to speak in private.
“No, I was as unconscious as the others,” Robin admits with a smile. “Let’s just say I have my ways,” she winks, holding up one of her magically crafted ears she had used to spy.
“Ah, your Devil Fruit powers, but of course!” Brook nearly shouts, catching on rather quickly. “But why if the two of them fight like… Oh, what is the saying?” Brook trails off, trying to think of the proper expression. “If the two of them fight like cats and dogs, why did they fight so hard to keep one another from sacrificing themselves to Kuma?” the skeleton musician inquires, still attempting to understand the intricacies of the Strawhat crew.
“Because Sanji and Zoro are brothers,” Robin states matter-of-factly, looking over at the blonde cook as he brings Chopper and Nami more pieces of strawberry cake.
The raven-haired archaeologist does not miss the concerned look that passes over Sanji’s face when he looks at the “moss head” swordsman lying supine on the makeshift bed.
           “Not actual brothers, you understand, but the Strawhat crew are very much a family, one I’m grateful to now be a part of,” Robin smiles, casting her gaze over to where Nami is chasing after Luffy and Usopp as the two men drunkenly continue to sing Bink’s Brew despite the skeleton finishing his performance hours ago.
“Ah, so that explains why they both couldn’t let the other sacrifice himself. I see. Or I would, if I had any eyes! Yo-ho-ho!” Brook laughs hysterically.
“Shut up already, you stupid skeleton! I’ll clobber you!” Franky shouts from across the room.
“Yes, but that was also pride and duty, you see. The pride made Sanji think he needed to be the one to sacrifice himself as well as why I heard them say that Zoro told him that wasn’t a cook’s job to die in battle,” she continues to explain, blue eyes reflexively scanning the room to ensure all her crewmates are still safely out of harm’s way. “As for duty, with Luffy being our captain and Zoro our first mate, Zoro’s duty was to take over as Captain since Luffy was incapacitated. Thus, per his duty as first mate and acting Captain, Zoro could not allow anyone else to stand-in for Luffy’s head. It had to be our former pirate hunter.”
“Even as a former pirate, I did not know all of this. Captain Yorki never ran his crew that way. I see why everyone is confident that Monkey D. Luffy and his crew have the power to rule the seas,” Brook admits, pure amazement in his voice.
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           “Brook,” Robin calls as the skeleton prepares to head back to the piano at the request of Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper. “Let us keep this conversation to ourselves. We don’t want to hurt the pride of our swordsman and cook, do we?” she innocently smiles while she stands to go and obtain another cup of sake.
“I wouldn’t dream of talking behind their backs nor yours, Robin,” Brook admits, smiling widely at the archaeologist. “I know how fragile a man’s ego can be! Thank you for talking with me today.”
“Likewise, Brook. Any time you wish to talk, know that I am here.”
With that, the two part ways to enjoy the rest of the celebration on Thriller Bark, the laughter and shouts of the crew raging behind them and into the night.
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Author’s Note: This episode gave me a multitude of feelings and my husband and I had such a major conversation similar to this one about the sacrifice Zoro was willing to make. My husband grew up watching One Piece because I was not born when it first aired, but I have always been fascinated with pirates growing up. Thus, I interpreted the situation much differently than he did, as I knew that as first mate it is Zoro’s job to lead and protect the crew when Luffy is unable to act as Captain. My husband believes that Zoro and Sanji fought over who could sacrifice themselves over pride and wanting to save the crew, but I also added to his point that there was a bit of crew dynamics that needed to be taken into account as well. In the nearly three and a half years my husband and I have been together, we have watched One Piece together and it has become extremely near and dear to my heart and I am excited that I get to share that experience of watching it for the first time with him! (We just had our wedding on March 11th, 2023 for reference.) Anyway, Zoro is absolutely my favorite Straw Hat and until Brook showed up during the Thriller Bark arc, my husband told me that Sanji was his favorite Straw Hat Pirate as he didn’t want to spoil the addition of Brook to the crew for me.
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Thus, since both Brook and Robin witnessed some form of the battle and the big reveal, this story was born. I hope you all enjoyed reading. If you did, please leave me a kudos or a comment, as those really help me understand what parts of my writing people enjoy the most. Until next time, dear readers! I have many more One Piece scenes already written and have ideas for many more! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or night. Thanks for reading.
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