Alpha Nanami X Small Omega Reader X Alpha Gojo

So in light of everything and to help you feel better:

Imagine domestic!Bakugou coming home after dealing with shitty villains and mass amount of paper work and as soon as he steps through the door, his kids are already latching onto his legs and hugging him.

He acts like it annoys him but really he loves having to struggle to get his shoes off at the door because he doesn’t want them to let go so he’s just like, “alright you brats” before having to waddle towards the living room and the kids are just laughing whenever he tries to playfully shake them off of him but hearing their laughter brings a sense another form of pride swelling in him.

His favorite favorite though is when it’s you and the kids latching into him as soon as he steps through the door. You wrapping your arms and legs around him, burying your face in his neck as the little gremlins attach themselves to his legs.

“Can I at least get my shoes off first?”

You: “no 😙”

Kids: “nope!🤗🤗”

He only signs and tries to make his way further around the house with three people latching onto him but he wouldn’t have it any other way and gives him even more of a reason to fight hard because his loving family is always waiting for him💙💥

pls, I was trying to answer questions about what happened earlier, and saw this in my inbox and rl kept reading it cause this was so cute. I just wanted to be selfish and keep it to myself for a little while :’))

all four of you just cling to him. two kids on each leg, and you wrapped around his torso. he keeps complaining about needing to eat and shower and a demand of all of you brats to get the hell off of him. the moment any of you try to let go, he’s subtly pulling you back in. he always mumbles something about building his leg or core muscles, the lying bastard.

Sorry to bother you with my thoughts but i REALLY want to jerk a mouthy boy’s off in a locker room/public bathroom/changing room or anywhere semi public and having his shirt rolling up so he can bite on the hem of his own shirt to muffle his noises ya know 😐 your hand lazily stroking his cock as you tell him to be still (but you secretly love the way his shaky thighs trying to keep himself standing straight) and your hand that’s toying with his nipple move to wipe his falling tears 😐 i am thinking 😐 anyways can i be your regular anon dhdhdj

WARNINGS: nsfw, (18+) mdni. handjob, public sex, bodily fluids, bondage.

SUB!OIKAWA X DOM!READER

handjob in the locker room — headcanons.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: NO BC I’VE HAD OIKAWA BRAINROT FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS, SO BRAIN IMMEDIATELY GOES TO HIM!!1!2!2!2!

anyway, next time you come around, i’ll brainrot with you, but for now, here are some hcs/drabble thingies. 😎

SIDE NOTE: these r quick, and reader gets edged at the end HEHAHEHA

࿐ OIKAWA TŌRU — gym locker room;

“don’t fucking move, tōru.”

his drool was coating the fabric of his volleyball jersey, his whimpers muffled by it. heavy breaths echoed in the corner you two were standing in as he groaned, the wall of lockers barely shielding you from the entrance.

his arms were tied behind his back with your belt, the material digging into his wrists he pulled at it, arching his back, leaning his head against your shoulder.

as he stood, your arms looped through his, your chest pressed against back, and yours against the lockers.

your fingers dragged up and down his shaft, listening to his pretty moans as he bucked into your fist, watching as his hot pre-cum dripped onto the floor.

all the while, your other hand teased his nipples, pinching the sensitive bud between your index and thumb, gently rolling it, feeling him flinch in your arms.

you thought you could hear oikawa’s team asking where he was, if only his moans weren’t so damn loud.

the handle of the door clicked, and the sound of the creaking hinges startled you both. however, you still wanted to play.

“oikawa, are you in here? we’re ready to start practice.” one of his teammates asked, his voice booming throughout the — now — quiet room. other than the sticky sounds of tōru’s cum being used as lubricant for your hand.

leaning down, smiling as your lips grazed the crook of his neck, you parted them, grazing his pale skin with your teeth.

“be quiet, baby.. don’t wanna get caught in such an embarrassing position..” your low voice rumbles into his ear.

picking up the pace of your hand, you stroke his cock faster, rubbing circles into his tip as you did so. his thighs began to shake as he held his breath, face turning red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

his body involuntarily thrusted into the pressure of your tight fist, coaxing his orgasm to come faster. as he did so, a quick little whimper left his throat.

“or do you want to get caught? gonna cum while your friend’s in here, tōru? want him to see what a mess you are, watch you cum?” you coo, teasing him, but to your surprise, he nodded.

“what a dirty little whore you are..”

5/3/21

gonta gokuhara, byakuya togami, and fuyuhiko kuzuryu as your s/o when it’s raining and you’re cold:

category: slice of life, comfort, fluff

Gonta Gokuhara:

• when you tell him you’re cold, he won’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you as a first reaction

• “what you mean y/n cold? no, not okay! take gonta’s jacket!”

• his hoodie is seriously huge, so it covers you completely and is almost like a blanket on you

• your enormously tall forest boyfriend continues to hug you and hold your hands in his to keep you warm

• gonta thinks you’re adorable in his hoodie, since he wants to keep you safe and he’s happy to be doing that

• “we have to go inside the building while we’re waiting, too cold and rainy...”

• he uses his body to shield you from the rain as you step onto the train you two are taking

• you two take the train home, and on the way back he apologizes for bringing you outside in bad weather

• he holds you in his arms on the way home, making sure to keep you close to him

Byakuya Togami:

• you two are waiting for byakuya’s personal ride home after a long day out of town together, when it starts to rain

• “this is... great. unfortunately i don’t have an umbrella on me at all times, so it looks like we’re waiting under the building’s shelter for now”

• when you tell him you’re cold, he laughs and teases you about how you should’ve brought a jacket

• but when you start to get more serious about how cold you are, his demeanor shifts and he quickly takes off his jacket to give it to you

• “my apologies, my darling. i didn’t know you were actually that cold, i was merely poking fun at you. is this what you wanted?”

• he neatly hands you his jacket and it smells strongly of rich cologne— the material is soft yet sturdy

• “hm, me? no, i’m not cold. i’ll be fine until our driver gets here. he should be here soon so no worries, dear.”

• he lied, he is cold, but he wanted you to have his jacket and didn’t want to make you feel concerned for him

• while waiting, you wrap your arm around his and lean your head against him. to your surprise, he holds you closer to him and leans over to plant a kiss on your forehead

• when your ride finally comes, byakuya tells the driver to turn the car’s heater up for the both of you

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu:

• when you start feeling cold while outside with fuyuhiko, he has a hunch that you are — but doesn’t say anything about it

• “huh, so you’re cold? i figured. just take it y/n, i don’t want you getting sick out here.”

• he tosses his jacket at you at bit harshly as you hold onto it. it feels worn down yet still warm, and smells like fuyuhiko

• when you put his jacket on, you notice that he’s blushing and holding his face to hide it when he glances at you

• “huh- what? no i’m not blushing! it’s nothing, that’s probably just you getting sick from the cold... you poor irrational soul”

• when it begins to rain, fuyuhiko tells you to hold onto his arm while he walks you to his car without an umbrella

• on the car ride home, you tease him lovingly about how he blushed while looking at you earlier

• “okay, y/n. tsk, whatever you want to be believe. it’s not true, by the way...”

“... well ok, maybe it is a little bit true. you’re irresistible.”

———

note from mod toko:

i’ve been so glad to be writing requests, i have some queued at the moment! thank you again for your submissions and for the support surrounding them. on another note, this was super fun to write i hope you enjoy it lol ☔️

He’s so hot 😻

How The OP Boys React To You Wearing Someone Else’s Jacket

A/N : hey! This is just something to make up for my lack of writing recently. Hope you enjoy!

Summary : a couple of the one piece boys react to you wearing someone else’s jacket instead of theirs. How could you? :>

includes ; Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, law and Mihawk.

only Luffy’s ended up being a hc, the others are like super short scenarios lol. Well. Just dialogue mostly.

-

Luffy

Visibly confused when he notices.

Why are you wearing Law’s jacket over your shoulders? Today isn’t particularly cold, at least not for him.

He isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t like it.

Will not hesitate to confront you and ask you straight up.

“Oi, [Name]! Why are you wearing Law’s jacket?”

He has the biggest, sulky pout on his lips with his arms crossed and staring at you.

Weird thing is, Law hasn’t been around for a while so you must’ve had that jacket for quite some time if you’re wearing it.

“Luffy. It just feels warm and big on me, so I wore it. Plus, this way, I won’t forget to return it to him when we see him again!”

Luffy pouts further at your comment and sighs, clearly growing agitated the longer you wore it.

Since Luffy didn’t particularly had a jacket, he stripped off his shirt and tossed it at your face.

“Wear this instead! I don’t want you wearing Law’s jacket, you’ll smell like him!”

-

Zoro

Clear displeasure and irritation evident when he sees you walking out in an all too familiar jacket.

“Why the hell are you wearing that?”

Tugging on Sanji’s blazer securely, you shrug and continue what you were doing.

“It’s chilly out, and Sanji offered me his jacket. It’s warm.”

Hearing your excuse merely increased his annoyance. That chivalrous bastard.

“Well take it off. It looks horrible on you.” He bluntly comments and you roll your eyes at him. “I’m cold though!”

“Fine.”

And so, Zoro walks on over towards you and not giving a damn if he ripped the jacket as he pulls it off your body, he unties his (kimono?) and before you could react,

he is pulling you into his embrace, before tying back up with you inside and carried you over to the railing of the deck.

He plops down and sits with his back to the railing and you in his lap. “Now you won’t be cold.” He says, wrapping his arms around you and shut his eyes.

-

Sanji

“Hm? [Name]-chan, why are you wearing Luffy’s shirt?”

Absolutely shocked at the many thoughts running through his mind. You were wearing Luffy’s shirt,

The same one that he wears everyday?! And so, LUFFY IS WALKING AROUND SHIRTLESS BECAUSE YOU ARE WEARING HIS SHIRT?!

“Oh, I—“

“HOW DARE YOU LUFFY, YOU BASTARD! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, YOU STUPID RUBBER STRAW HAT!” Sanji cries out, completely lost and in tears. “HOW DARE YOU TAINT MY [NAME]-CHAN’S INNOCENCE LIKE THAT?!”

“Sanji! Relax! It’s not like that!”

You let out a breath as the chef finally relaxed, teary eyes and teardrops running down his cheeks. “*sniffles loudly* you sure?..”

“Of course I’m sure! Usopp, Luffy and I were just playing a game and I got wet. Luffy let me wear his shirt to cover myself while I changed.”

Sanji widens his eyes in realization and relaxes his shoulders, exhaling out in slight relief. “Oh.. I see..”

“Besides, I wouldn’t go for Luffy. I’d totally go for Zoro—“ before you could continue your tease, Sanji interrupts.

“YOU DUMBASS MARIMO!”

-

Law

“[Name]-ya. Why are you wearing that?”

Taking a second glance when you enter the room, he can feel confusion and his eyebrow twitching in irritation at the familiar sight.

“Actually, how the hell do you even have that?”

Glancing down at the large cape/jacket that had a faint smell of alcohol, metal and Kid’s common body scent, you shrug in response.

“I don’t actually know, but I found it and it’s comfortable so I’m keeping it! Eustass can find another one.”

Law rubs the bridge of his nose and heaves a heavy sigh. “Do you mind taking it off? I don’t need the smell of that metal head filling my ship.”

Obviously, he just despised seeing you in it.

Law definitely doesn’t want to be near you just to smell Kid’s scent, either.

“Whyyy, it’s comfortable and I’m feeling cold..” you whine and Law rolls his eyes. “Then take this.”

He grumbles under his breath and slips off his doctor’s coat and held it out for you, his other hand and attention focused on his paperwork.

He just wanted to see you in his jacket really, he was sure you’d look a hundred times better.

Excited, you immediately take off Kid’s coat and take Law’s, slipping it on and grin widely. “Smells just like you... and disinfectant.”

You laugh a bit and Law couldn’t help the curve of his lips at the sight of you.

You did look a lot better in his clothes.

-

Ace

“Baby, don’t tell me that’s still Sabo’s jacket you’re wearing..”

The fake betrayal and expression of pain and sadness lit his eyes and you felt just a pang of guilt.

“Maybe.. he offered it to me! I just came across him today and he didn’t want me to get cold.”

“Why didn’t you wear a jacket?”

Visibly sulky and pouty, and whining that you shouldn’t be wearing another man’s clothes, especially his brothers.

“I forgot! And besides, I would have taken yours but you don’t wear anything.” You hum, and Ace smirks lightly.

“Because it’s easier to get in the mood that way~” he jokes and you roll your eyes despite the giggle that slipped out.

“Besides, if you were cold, I am literally an actual body heater. Just cuddle and hug me if you’re cold!”

“Okay, okay! Let’s go and get some cuddles right now then.”

“I know another way I can warm you up instead~” Ace hums, immediately picking you up by the waist and taking you to the bedroom.

-

Sabo

When Sabo returns early from a small task, he finds you on the bed and in a particular someone’s jacket, confusing him.

“Hey, love. Is this Roronoa’s blazer? Why do you have it?”

You’re overjoyed seeing the blonde returning so soon, but a bit startled at his appearance and question.

“Oh, Zoro lent it to me! It was during Dressrosa, before we left after talking with his crew mates.”

“Why didn’t you just ask for mine?” Sabo pouts, frowning when he saw how adorable you looked in something that wasn’t his or technically yours.

“You were busy with explaining your backstory to them, I didn’t want to interrupt you.” You sheepishly say, seeing his pout and was quick to take off the jacket.

“But since you’re here, give me yours! It smells like you, so I want it!”

“You know I have plenty in the closet..” he mumbles, reluctantly taking his off with a sulk, hiding his secret smile. “So I’m just second choice?”

Of course, now he was just teasing you.

“Sabo!”

-

Mihawk

“Mi amor, tell me the reason for the red-haired’s coat around you.”

Mihawk’s expression is laced with displeasure and disappointment at the sight of it.

He is equally annoyed and irritated that you seem to have Shank’s smell lingering on you from his coat.

“When Shanks visited, he left his coat behind. It’s comfortable so I wore it.”

“Well, take it off. It’s an annoyance to see and smell. Throw it out.”

You could only sigh at Mihawk’s stern, yet toneless voice and follow his order, slipping the material off your shoulders and went to an open window.

“Wait.”

Mihawk pulls at his mini cross blade and swings twice, successfully cutting the fabric into pieces just as you released your hold on it.

“Was that necessary?..” you mumble, a slight smile and amusement playing on your face as Mihawk nods, shutting his golden eyes. “Of course.”

-

A/N : I was going to include Kid and Corazon but like, this was a lot already and this isn’t even that great in general, and I just wanted to post something :> hope you still like this!

Sorry if it seems rushed and not that great. I’m really out of my writing game lately. :/

I AM THINKING HARD ABT YAMS BEING IN HEAT BUT ALSO BEING IGNORED AND PUNISHED CAUSE HE WAS A BRAT BUT NO MATTER WHAT HE DOES HE JUST CANT GET HIMSELF OFF AND HE BEGS YOU

YES BABE! I've been wanting to write something (because I have a constant worry that if I don't pump shit out on the regular, y'all will just leave.) I made him a bunny hybrid bcs hybrids in heat just hit different. So let's get this show on the road. (Nsfw ahead, use of Mommy, implied fem reader ig?)

So, we are all fully aware by now, that Tadashi is very needy and makes sure you know that he deserves most of your time.

But Bunny Tadashi is even worse.

If he isn't sitting on your lap, he's dying.

If you don't have one hand on his head, gently playing with his soft hair or ears, he can't go on.

If you aren't smothering him in some kind of attention, his life is going to end immediately.

Yeah, I suggest you learn to type with one hand.

If he talks to you at all, you better respond within five seconds, or he thinks you've abandoned him.

"Mommy, why aren't you listening to me?"

It gets old fast. And no matter how much you try and punish your bunny in an attempt to tame him, he always managed to bounce back, as needy as ever.

While yes, his neediness wasn't always horrible, he still had no sense of boundaries or "me time".

Well, this time, his brattiness came back to bite him in the ass.

You knew his heat season was coming up, and you figured he would behave so that he wouldn't get punished and risk not getting the attention he wanted. You were wrong.

It got worse.

"Mommy! Come cuddle with me!"

"Whatever you're doing can't be as important as me, can it?"

"It's not fair, you won't pay attention to me, do you not love me anymore!"

Naturally, you decided that both of you had enough.

"That's enough Tadashi. Until you can get over this bratty, stuck up attitude of yours, you're not getting anything from me. No playtime, no cuddles, no kisses, nothing."

The look on his face was priceless. Immediately drops to his knees and begs for any other punishment than that.

"No! Don't ignore me, please! Anything else, I'll do anything else, it's just not fair!"

"Life's not fair. I'm going to enjoy myself and you're going to think about what you've done."

He was not happy then, but imagine his dismay when his heat hit the next day. You woke up to a sobbing, half asleep Tadashi dry-humping your leg.

"I said nothing, I mean nothing. Get yourself off if you need it that bad."

You knew full well that Tadashi hated having to get himself off. It was just not as good as you. But you also knew that it would stick with him more than any other punishment you had tried.

He spent most of his time in your room, on your bed, trying to get himself off, sleeping, or crying at how "abused" he was. He would beg for you so loudly you were positive the neighbors could hesr him.

"Mommy, I need you to touch me, please! I'll be good now! I promise! I can't take this anymore, don't wanna do it myself, I can't!"

You almost felt bad for him, but you reminded yourself that he had gotten himself in the situation, he could get himself out. So sighing and walking into your bedroom to repremand the horny rabbit, you're greeted with a beautiful sight you never knew you needed to see.

His back was arched off the bed, red, achy and throbbing cock gripped in his hand as he tried to fuck his fist to satiate the burning in his stomach. His soft tail was wiggling frantically and his ears were flopped down against the pillows, his freckled cheeks were drenched in tears and bright red. You had no idea if he knew you were there, but you decided to sit back and enjoy the show.

Sitting back in a chair you had pulled into the living room, you watched your bunny try to get himself off and fail.

"Mommy, I don't wanna do it, please touch me!"

"Shut up. You did this to yourself, now take your punishment before I make it worse. The only thing I want to hear coming out of that slutty mouth of yours, are more of those precious moans, got it? You're not stopping until I say you can. And then maybe, just maybe if you're good, I'll let you get me off."

He only sobbed and complied, man he had really fucked things up.

(Luckily enough for you, he tried to be more considerate after that.)

more kuro doods

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— a comm for @introloves

This was so fun to draw!! Thank you for commissioning me

Heyyy!!! I loved loved loved loved loved the aphrodisiacs OS! Thank you! Can I request the same with Sabo and Zoro? (and maybe, if it's not too much trouble, with Mihawk and Shanks?)

Hi!! Thank you so much for your support! I'm really happy to know you loved it!! I hope you like this ones as much as the Ace and Law one!. Another Anon requested for Mihawk and Sabo too so here they are ♥ .

~ Thank you for reading!! ~

NSFW Zoro, Sabo, Shanks & Mihawk accidentally eating aphrodisiac food ♥

I gave them a little twist, some are drinks, some food, special liquids and perfumes. You can read the same prompt for Law & Ace here

Zoro ~ What type of Sake is that?

TW: NSFW. Kind of exhibitionism.

WC: 987

Zoro spends almost everyday training, not only his muscles but also his liver. Alcohol is what coke is to Franky, and despite drinking a lot he usually doesn’t get drunk or has barely any reaction. But that night things went a little different, let me tell you why…

You were sailing to your next destination, bored. You were having some drinks with the girls. The guys are playing some cards on the deck, except for Zoro who, as always, is training.

Chopper is on the crow’s nest carrying out the lookout duties, when he announces he has found something floating on the water. Apparently, it was some kind of barrel that had a red flag over it. You have experienced those types of traps before. But, Luffy, as curious as he is, stretches his gum arms and catches the barrel.

Everybody is around the wooden drum, and none of you was willing to open it, especially because on the lid, written in red, says “Those who open this barrel, would enjoy the pleasures of lust… but at what cost?”.

Of course, Luffy doesn’t know what lust is, so he opens the lid and inside there are a bunch of bottles of sake. “Ahhhh I thought there was going to be meat inside. Zooooorooo, look, sakeee”, shouts Luffy.

Zoro, who wasn’t interested in the barrel until now, leaves aside the weights and comes running. “Ohoho, finally, some barrel that has sake inside for real!”, he says pleased, while taking out an old red bottle. “Zoro, don’t drink that, what if it’s poisonous or something like this”, you warn him. “Don’t worry we have our super doctor on board”, he says and begins to chug the whole bottle.

You look at him devouring the strange liquid thinking about how you've always been in love with him, and even if you have had some -hot - encounters before, you haven’t confessed your love for him… mainly because you are sure he doesn’t love you back and it was just sex.

The afternoon goes by, and Zoro doesn’t seem to show any symptoms of being intoxicated or poisoned, so everyone forgot about it.

After dinner, everyone went to sleep. Franky was rebuilding the rooms so we are all sleeping in the same place, over the kitchen, on bare mattresses on the floor for a few days until the renovation was done. “Goodnight”, “good night”, “sleep well”... everybody says before closing their eyes.

“Oi… y/n”, you heard in your dreams Zoro’s voice, but keep sleeping. “Oi…”, again his voice. You softly open your eyes, and feel a huge body close to my back, next, the ambrosial scent of steel that Zoro’s skin has. “What is it?”, you ask whispering, moving your neck to the side so you could at least gaze at your back. “I’m horny…”, he whispers into your ear and kisses the back of your shoulder. An electricity runs through your whole body, and ends up on your core. “Zoro…not here, what if they wake up?”, you tell him. “Then don’t make any sound, I can’t take it anymore… it must be that bottle from earlier. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to fuck you, please”, he says to you, shamelessly as he grinds himself against your ass.

The swordsman keeps moving against you with a pounding motion, whispering to you “please, please, please” with a desperate tone, he needs you, and you are about to cave in, no matter if your nakamas were there next to you.

He grunts, and bites the shell of your ear. Zoro passes his big hand through your waist and presses your lower stomach against him. The hard bulge you adore the most, now is almost pinned in between your ass cheeks.

“Zoro… you are burning. What’s wrong with your skin?” you ask, because you feel his tanned flesh almost as if he was running a high fever. “I don’t know, please let me fuck you… you are the only person I have on my mind, please”, he tells you, unable to remain still, sweating, a horny mess.

Again, he presses your lower stomach against him with his strong big hand, and starts biting your neck. You can’t help but moan a little. “Shhh” he says trying to shush you, and instantly cups his free hand over your mouth.

He almost rips your pajamas short when trying to take them off, but he tries once again. This time, Zoro pulls down your shorts and panties, down to your knees. The tight cloth around your knees, keeps them together.

Zoro makes you suck his index and middle finger, and then penetrates you with them. “You.. you are so wet, f-fuck”, he grounts into your ear while fingering your thight entrance. You wish you were alone, because you died to moan loudly, but you can’t, around you all of your nakamas are sleeping…

Once Zoro is pleased with fingering you, he pulls down his shorts just enough to expose his big member, and impales you from behind. Having your knees pressed together makes your sex be even more tight and your inner walls stretch with the hard thrusts of the pirate hunter’s dick. Again soft moans and whines cannot be stopped and leave your mouth. “Shshsh, baby, or do you want our nakamas to see us?” he says with a perverse tone, while covering your mouth with his hand, and fucking you even harder.

Your muscles tightened, the pleasure you were experiencing, the strong effort not to whine, Zoro’s dick making your point g explode… soon the climax. Your climax, his… your cave flooded with his love thick juices…

At this point you think it was over, probably the mysterious liquid, was, indeed, an aphrodisiac. But… it’s not near to being over. “Let’s go, I'm not done yet, I’m still burning”, he says, and effectively that night you enjoyed the pleasures of lust… ♥

Sabo ~ Those weird Ivankov's teas.

This time, the one who drink the aphrodisiac is you.

WC: 660

Last week you were talking with Ivankov and Inazuma about how Sabo wasn’t giving you that “special” attention. They told you it was normal, because he was really worried about planning the “intervention'' on Mariejois during the Levely…

Cherry blossoms fly around you, the afternoon is a warm one, and everything seems calm. You are having a tea party with Ivankov and the girls in the Kamabakka Kingdom. “Y/n-girl, would you like to try this tea?”, Ivankov offers you. “Uhm, yes, thank you!”. You happily drink the tea, and despite it’s a little bit spicy, it’s delicious. Everything goes normal until Sabo appears with Dragon, after they’ve been training.

Sabo and you have been in a relationship since last year, and even though you think he is the most handsome man in the world, today he has a special glow around him. He comes closer to greet you, and brushes his fingers through your hair. You are sitting, so your face reaches exactly his hips, and unwillingly you tilt your head until your cheek is pressed against his hip. He seems not to notice, but your eyes try to reach for the inside of his legs. “Y/N…?”... “Y/N!”, you hear Ivankov calling you. “Oh, yeah what?”, you were so lost, so into kissing those thighs... “What do you think about the plan?”, they asks you.

You look up to Sabo, who is looking down at you with widened eyes without understanding why you are hugging his leg, and you frankly either. You let go and sit properly on your chair assenting everything they say to you, even though you aren’t listening to a single word. Your cheeks are turned red, filled with pumping blood. Your heart races. Your breathing becomes even faster. “What’s wrong with me, today?”...

Sabo stands up to communicate the instructions of their next movements, and you lose yourself on the loose sweated shirt he is using. Every time he breathes, his abs stick subtly to the grey fabric material of the t-shirt…

Finally, the reunion is over, Dragon walks with Ivankov to the quarter and Sabo asks you if you are all right taking his shirt off. “Oof I’m so hot, today we trained much more than ever”, he says to you, fanning himself with his hand, while you are looking at his perfectly defined abs. You bite your lower lip, and a flame begins to burn on your core.

“Babe, what is with you today?” Sabo asks, tilting his head confused. “I don’t know, but I can smell you from here”, you say. “Wha… what? Do I smell bad? I’m sorry”, says Sabo embarrassed and surprised, you have never been that direct. “No… not really. You smell really good, being that sweaty...”. you tell him and quickly cover your mouth with your hand. “The hell is wrong with me?”, you think. “Uhm.. are you sure you are ok?”, he asks you, approaching you.

You worship the movement of his pelvis while he walks to you, your senses seem to be intensified. You can even hear his breathing. The touch of his hand on your shoulder makes you shiver, as his skin rubs your overly sensitive flesh. You snatch his hand, and pull from it in a brutish motion, making his face come closer to your face, noses touching. You smile at him, with an evil grin. He gasps, astonished at your sudden outburst.

Licking your upper lip, unable to maintain your composure, almost with an animal behavior, you tell him, “Sabo, please I want you to fuck me, I don’t even care if you do it right here over this table”. Sabo looks at you, at first unable to understand but soon after grinning at you.

He takes a sip of the remaining tea from your cup, and carries you to your room… “Damn Iva, and those weird teas…”, he says and fucks you like the true beast he is in bed.

Shanks ~ A Love Potion.

Shanks drinks an unknown potion. Mind reading.

WC: 970

“Such a lovely night, don’t you think?”, asks Shanks while holding your hand. The harbor looks more romantic than ever, and even if it’s a little cold, you are covered with your boyfriend black trench coat that protects you from the cold sea breeze. “Uhum, look at the moon. It looks like it's closer than ever tonight!”, you tell him.

You are on your way to buy some ice cream after having dinner, some children run around you, other couples walk holding hands. Suddenly a strange guy, who apparently was a peddler, appears out of nowhere and tells Shanks to come see what he has to offer. “Let's see!”, says Shanks laughing and curious. You, on the other hand, tell him to just ignore him and keep on walking, but he tells you it could be fun so you follow him.

Over the wooden dock the seller had a variety of little jars and vials, all of them with suspicious liquids inside of them. “Come take a look, Sir!. I have something special for you and your gorgeous spouse”. You blushed when you hear the word “spouse” and a million butterflies dance on your stomach.

The old guy hands Shanks a red jar with some indecipherable language on it. He tells him that this is a powerful “love potion” that they have found on an island near “Laugh Tale”.

I giggled, because of course the man was lying in order to sell us some painted water, but Shanks tells him, “Oh… a potion? from the proximities of Laugh Tale? I have to buy it!”. Your adventurous husband pays him some berries for the jar and you think it was just because he was being nice and giving a helping hand to the poor seller, but…

“Cheers!” says Shanks and drinks the content of the whole jar. You look at him with your mouth open. “What the fuck???! I’m not taking you to the hospital if you get the runs tonight, ok?”. “HAHAHA!, may be the one who has to go to hospital after all it’s you!”, he says and laughs soundly. “That’s not even remotely funny, Shanks”, you tell him, rolling your eyes. “Ahh I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he says, lifting his hand, and approaches you, planting a soft kiss that turns into his tongue exploring your mouth. His kisses left a sweet taste in your mouth, and you wonder what it is, because it’s a mix between chocolate and the acidity of some kind of citric… What's that flavour? we haven’t eaten dessert yet…

You keep walking to the ice cream shop and enter. Shanks asks you about what flavour you want your cone to be, and you say “chocolate, please”, but your mind shouts “yours”. “I was going to ask for your taste, too, but I don’t think they sell it here”, he says to your ear, as if he has read your mind. You look at him, wondering if you have spoken out loud or he is now able to read your mind.

“What is it?”, he asks you, smiling. “Nothing”, you tell him confused.

The ice cream man gives you your cones, and you two go sit at a little table on the window that allows you to contemplate the shore. You lick your chocolate ice cream while Shanks is looking at you with a stupid smile on his face. You lick it twice, and again, until you hear his voice telling you “I wish that ice cream was my dick”. You hear him, but he is not moving his lips, he is just smiling at you. “Ahj, it’s just my imagination, I mean I wish it was his dick too, hehe daddy”, you think to yourself and let a little laugh slip out of your mouth.

“Daddy? ha!”, says Shanks. “Excuse me?”, you ask him, this time really worried about your mental health. He looks at you, acting surprised, and tells you, “I asked you if it was tasty?. “Oh, uhm, yeah…”, you tell him, smiling falsely. “Focus on the beach”, you tell to yourself. “Yeah, there, on the beach, I’m gonna bang you over the sand tonight”, you hear once again his voice in your head. You look at him with your mouth full of chocolate and your eyes widened, and he tells you “Ah what a beautiful look of the beach, right?”. You swallow and nod.

“That way I want you to swallow my cum, tonight”, you hear him once again. “Shanks!!”, you shout at him, and everyone in the ice cream shop turns to you. “Shh, what happened?” he tells you, this time with an evil grin on his face.

“You know exactly what is happening, shut up”, you tell him. “Shut me up, face sitting on me”, that voice again in your mind. He is not moving his lips, but you still hear him, so you narrow your eyes, and fix your eyes on his. “Ah, so you want me to crush you with my thighs, huh?”, you tell him, no talking. He smiles at you, he hears you, even if no sound is coming out from your mouth. You give another lick to your cone, this time with a sexy movement, as if the soft cream was his penis. “Oof babe… take a look under the table”, he says, again without talking. It’s pretty clear at this point you two somehow can read each other's mind, could it be… could it be the “love potion”?.

You gaze subtly under the table, and see how his trousers show a hard swelling in between his legs. “heh, I wish I could suck it right now”, you tell him with your mind. “Well then, let’s go… with daddy”, he says, this time out loud, and you both laugh soon abandoning the shop… ♥

Mihawk ~ A Sharp Scent.

TW: Knife play.

WC: 1008

You’ve been spending the afternoon with Perona in her room in the castle. You were never jealous of her, because she loves Dracule like a father. The cold castle is not the best place to live, but you do it because it’s the best way to be safe while being the significant other of a Shichibukai, but mainly because you love him.

Perona tells you to wear a new “special” perfume she grabbed from when she went to visit Moria, and despite you tend to be careful with those weird things she has, it smells amazing, so you try some.

You two go to the dining room after Kumacy tells you “Dinner’s ready”. Mihawk is already there, so you go and hug him from behind, surprising him. You know he is a little bit on the cold side, so he might get mad at you for scaring him. But this time, even if he got a little scared, he stops for a second and smells your perfume. “What a pleasant smell”, he tells you. “Horohorohoro”, Perona laughs and winks at you. You smile back at her, happy.

After dinner, Perona leaves the dining room and goes to sleep. You two are left alone, and you ask Mihawk what has he been doing all afternoon without you. “Nothing, just reading. I saw the new bounties of the Mugiwaras, Roronoa has one of the highest. That boy is going to surpass me in a matter of years”, he says, proud of his pupil like a parent.

You smile at him and yawn, for some reason being next to Perona always drains your energy faster. You place your head over the table and look at your boyfriend with a sloppy smile. He coldly bushes your head with his hand, while the other one holds a red wine crystal cup.

“I have to insist, that perfume you have, it’s just ambrosial”, he tells you, closing his eyes and sipping some wine. “It is, Perona gave it to me. She told me Moria has it around and so she grabbed it because it smelt nice”. Mihawk fixes his deep yellow eyes on your face, and leaves the cup over the table. He approaches you, and this time nuzzles on your hair. “Mmmh, to be honest I’m afraid about if this is a normal perfume or not, specially coming from Moria or Perona, but damn, how delicious”, he tells you almost with a moaning tone. You think it is weird coming from him to be so expressive, but you enjoy it.

“Perhaps, tonight I won't go to sleep so early”, he tells you while playing with a strand of your hair. You have sex sometimes, and even if he is truly passionate on bed, he is not the type of guy that says steamy stuff to tease you. Yet, tonight he seems to be losing a little bit of control, and you wonder why…

He leans back, over the big backrest of that old gothic wooden chair he sits on like some kind of throne. He pats his lap and tells you, “why don’t you choose a book and then sit over here so we could read it together?”. At first you are a little surprised, because he never reads you unless you are sick, but you run to the library and pick up the first book off the shelf, without even reading the title and hand it to him.

He grabs the book, and examines the cover page in silence. He tells you then, “What a curious choice… Les 120 journées de Sodome, ou l'École du libertinage”. You widen your eyes, and gasp. “Did I pick a book by the Marquis de Sade??”, you are somehow mortified but still curious about what he is going to do.

“Well, come here, let’s read it”, he orders you -you are used to being treated like this, you enjoy it-. You hop on his lap and he starts reading. He does it with the solemnity that defines him, until the story becomes a little bit spicy - a little… I mean we are talking almost about the manifesto of BDSM- . The swordsman makes a pause to drink wine, leaves the cup on the table and kisses your neck softly. “Mmh that scent”, he says with his lips still pressed over your neck skin.

“I think the book has given me an idea”, he tells you, whispering in your ear. A shiver runs down your spine and you gasp softly. You start to feel his hard member under your thighs, and your crotch begins to feel wet. “Look straight to the front for me”, he commands. And you do as he tells.

The sound of the little dagger that hangs from his neck being unsheathed, makes you a little scared, but you trust him. “Close your eyes, and don’t move”, he tells you. And even if your breathing becomes accelerated you remain still. The sharp edge of the dagger is now dancing barely palpable over your neck skin. The cold, and the danger sensation of being cut makes your body react. Mihawk has never played with you like this, but you love it.

The sharp edge goes up and down tracing a path that simulates your right carotid, making you more and more aroused. The swordsman now tells you to bend over the table. You do it, pressing your stomach against the wooden table, with your legs almost hanging because it’s really tall.

Mihawk uses the dagger to cut every piece of clothing covering your body. You feel the ragged fabric slide slowly to the floor, and for a minute he is there, admiring your anatomy completely exposed to him. He then bends over you and sticks the knife with a powerful motion on the wood centimeters from your face.

What’s next, got you whining and crying his name. Deep violent thrusts and intense orgasms, define the rest of the night for you two… and you just think about buying to Perona the whole bottle of perfume ♥

Tidsoptimist (Swedish) — (n) a person who is always late because they think have more time than they do; a time optimist

He always manages to make your blood boil.