MULTIFANDOM KINKTOBER 2024

by once_in_a_while

Summary:

its that time of year again.

read the fandoms so u know what ur getting into my friends, because this year I did not hold back one bit. WHAT a lineup dear god. some tags not included due to being over the 75 tag limit

(NOT FINISHED, NOT CONTINUING, GOT BORED LOL)

mainly mlm, also there is a lot of one piece I didn't realize when putting the list together

i hope u enjoy this as much as i did while making it :)
(lowercase not used in oneshots, i know proper grammar i promise)

Chapter 1: Table of Contents

Hey hey ! Here's the full table of contents, including the fandoms. Credits to those who gave me the idea for some of these! 🩸= potentially upsetting chapters:

1. Degredation (Pressure, Roblox)
2. Wet Dream (Gravity Falls)
3. Foreplay (Gravity Falls, including my original character, Lou)
4. Food Play (One Piece)
5. Blindfold (Pressure, Roblox)
6. Discipline (Soul Eater 🩸)
7. Spanking (A rewrite of a chapter in my One Piece-centered Kinktober from last year)
8. Gunplay (One Piece)
9. Threesome (One Piece, including my original character, Kanpeki)
10. Public Sex (One Piece)
11. Authority Kink (One Piece)
12. Face Sitting (One Piece)
13. Daddy Kink (Gravity Falls, featuring Lou)
14. Boot Licking (One Piece)
15. Oral Sex (One Piece, featuring Kanpeki)
16. Anal Sex (One Piece)
17. Fingering (Gravity Falls)
18. Torture (awful chapter #1, IHNMAIMS also the first of three x readers on here, you are not referred to as Y/N 🩸)
19. Slave/Master (Black Butler, second of three x readers, also not referred to as Y/N)
20. Thigh Riding (One Piece)
21. Size Difference (One Piece, suggested by a friend. Contains frowned-upon ship material)
22. Lactation (One Piece)
23. Against a Wall (One Piece, happy birthday Doflamingo !)
24. Seduction (REPO ! The Genetic Opera)
25. Masturbation (Gravity Falls)
26. Overstim (Silent Hill, third of three x readers, same as last two)
27. Creampie (One Piece, terrible rare pair, suggested by a friend)
28. Age Difference (awful chapter #2, One Piece. Contains Trebol, enough of a warning)
29. FREE CHOICE, rounding off the month with my own OC universe :)

Sometimes, in the notes of a chapter, I will include a link to an image/post about a specific character design I was imagining while writing. I will absolutely credit the artists every time ! Also, please be mindful in the comments section, you wouldn't believe how easy it is to click off something you don't want to see.

Chapter 2: Degradation | Multi-Monster/Expendable

Notes:

starting off a little earlier just to give me a head start ! here's some art by the lovely @pepurroni on tiktok i was imagining while making this. i tried to tweak it a little bit so i didnt a. potentially make them uncomfortable if they see this and b. steal the whole idea

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8RVvYMs/

pls dont tell them about this i have lots of shame so much of it actually

cw// tentacle porn, cnc, eventual death but its like one sentence and not sex related

"think fast."

The expendable prisoner standing in the center of the room froze, the lantern dropping out of their hand. They had seconds, only seconds to react, but seconds didn't seem to be enough when facing something like this.

They couldn't move faster. Barreling towards a locker, they reached for the handle, only to be knocked over by a sudden force and dragged to the floor like a ragdoll. They'd thought their reflexes were perfectly heightened after spending too much time in a place like this. Apparently not.

"It's youuuuu," the monster snarled, as if it'd been expecting them. The poor expendable wriggled, attempting to sit up before being crushed under the weight of a heavy tentacle.

Something lowered itself towards their face, and it took them a moment to realize it was the monster. They'd never seen it's face before, the only other time they'd been able to face off against the beast was a long time ago, and they'd won, leaving them feeling cocky. Now, here they were, pinned to the floor by an appendage while the monster looked them over like they were food.

The monster's face looked humanoid; at least, it would've, if its mouth hadn't been melting off its skull. Its eyes gleamed, smile widening as it stared them up and down.

"What a treat, what a treat," the monster mused in a rumbling, male voice. One of its tentacles slapped against the floor, almost like a dog's wagging tail. "Look at how cute. I like this one," it commented to nobody in particular.

The expendable was dragged backwards and lifted up by a crushing tentacle, leaving them to only wonder how strong they actually were. They'd soon find out, though, as they were manhandled closer to the monster's body. Again, almost like a human, a chubby, male build, however, the red, scaly skin suggested otherwise.

The tentacles turned them over, this way and that, as if thinking deeply about what they should do with their new toy, or perhaps meal. "I think I've got time to play with you," it smirked, nearly dropping the expendable as it dangled them by their ankle about three feet off the floor.

"What ? Ain't had a chat with any of the other freaks wandering the site ?" the monster cackled, the red glow it emitted growing slightly brighter. "Don't tell me Pandy's never got his hands on you. Maybe you should be lucky," it growled. "A real beast, that one is."

"Me, I'm gentle," it promised, in the fakest voice the shivering expendable had ever heard. "I could take my time. I could be here alllll day."

The expendable had one chance to not fuck this up. There was a flash beacon in their holster that the monster didn't seem to know about, or it would've crushed it by now, surely. It had about two bangs left in it. The prisoner's eyes went from the open doorway to the monster's grinning mug, before swallowing and setting their plan in motion.

In about four short seconds, the expendable grabbed the beacon, set it off directly into the monster's eyes, and was dropped onto the ground. However, the monster was just as fast, movement barely even affected by the light as the little human tried to make a run for it.

"You little-!" The expendable was once again tripped up, entire plan foiled as the monster grabbed them and dragged them back over with much less mercy.

"I could've been nice to you," it growled, jaw tightening. "You coulda had a real good time with me."

Before the expendable could consider the implications for that, their back hit the metal floor with a thud, probably loud enough to shake everything in the Blacksite awake. The monster hovered over them, dim red light pulsing as it bared its crooked teeth. "Alright, bitch. Want to play without the rules ?"

The expendable whimpered, their body taken completely by the tentacles. Bone-crushingly strong, they held them in place while the monster began to tear and pull at their diving suit. At least they weren't being digested right now, but the current predicament only spelled trouble.

They couldn't even wiggle against its grasp, only twitching slightly as they tried. Soon enough, they were stripped from the waist down, making another soft whine sound as they felt their position switching. The monster wrapped a tentacle around their ankles, chaining them together and lifting them high into the air.

"You gonna cry, pussy ?" It snarled. "Maybe you should've thought of that before blinding me. Ass up, hoe."

The expendable's heart beat in their ears, the shame and excitement of being exposed in front of some... thing clashed in their head. They briefly wondered if that awful robot-thing was watching through the security system, but the thought was knocked out of their head as something unpleasantly moist dug against their hole.

"Don't complain. It's the smallest I can go," it jeered, stuffing something definitely not that small into the poor expendable. They gasped, inhaling the faint smell of a rotting corpse, hidden, or almost hidden, beneath a layer of saltwater. "Ain't that nice ? You should be thanking me, dirty bitch. You'll be in fine shape for when Pandy gets his nasty tentacles on you."

It... wasn't awful. The natural sludge of the monster's tentacles made it a smooth drag, the expendable's legs actually relaxing for a moment as they tried to get used to this. The appendage was long enough to hit their sweet spot each time, as well, overlaying the pain with pleasure until the pain was no longer.

Soon, soft noises left the human being with every thrust, to counter the growling from above them. The expendable arched their back, trying and failing to stop themself from looking for more friction.

"You want more ?" it roared, pressing the expendable's knees to their forehead. The original tentacle slid out, replaced with a slightly larger one that was definitely angrier than the last. "Here's more, you little slut. Bet you could fit all of them in you by the time I'm finished. Bet you'd like it too. Bet Sebsy would love to get a sniveling little whore sent back to his shop."

The human being tried to find something to grab onto for purchase, nails digging into the metal floor as they moaned, gasping for air. They clenched around the thick tentacle inside them, ready to be fucked through their orgasm. However, they were lifted into the air, the monster's face inches away.

"And for that little flashbang earlier, that's just what I'll do. Tell him I say hi."

The expendable didn't feel it as their whole body was ripped in half, the last sight ingrained into their brain being the two, glowing eyes of the monster.

---

"YOU ARE DISGUSTING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. OH MY GOD. JUST PLAY THE MINIGAME LIKE A NORMAL PERSON. IF I GET ONE MORE COCK DRUNK EXPENDABLE BACK I'M KILLING MYSELF THIS PLACE IS A NIGHTMARE."

Notes:

pressure mod where every entity has a huge dick and balls

DAY ONE WOOOH

Chapter 3: Wet Dream | Bill Cipher/Stanford Pines

Notes:

so perhaps i left the wet dream aspect in the dust and went a little insane with the everything else. its ok tho because i'm good at this

another reference for a specific human version of an inhuman character :) by my absolute favorite artist sanlee on tiktok

https://www.tiktok.com/@imsanlee/video/7401606056868105479

you can imagine him any way you want it doesn't actually matter but i just like that one and also want to promote sanlee wanlee

It’s cold outside, as it has been for several weeks now. Of course it’s cold. It’s January. It’s January fifth, and Stanford hasn’t been outside in sixteen days.

It’s hot inside. Inside is where Ford prefers to be. He’s never much liked the cold, wearing turtlenecks in June, lightly burning himself in the shower from the temperature. It’s not comfortable at all to be cold. It’s like the heat can distract him from every problem he has, while the cold wraps around him like a pair of arms and forcefully moves him in the direction of his misery.

Ford’s bed is stacked with blankets because of his aversion to the cold, mostly unused, due to his tendency to sleep at his desk, the floor, wherever he collapses from exhaustion, really. Ford’s manual decision to go to sleep tonight is not out of self-consideration. He’s missing something, and his encyclopedia for everything in the universe hasn’t been around for days. So, as Ford undresses for bed, he considers what he’ll say, what he’ll ask. He slips on a pair of pajama pants he hasn’t worn in many months, sighing at how unusually comfortable he felt. Ensuring the heater is on, he takes his thick-rimmed glasses off, sitting on the edge of his bed.

Ford folds his fingers together, staring at his feet. This was the life. Ford had fun. Ford’s life is fun. He then piles all his blankets on top of himself and leans into his pillow, sighing as he closes his eyes.

---

Sleep comes faster than expected, and so does Ford’s dream state. He wakes up with his glasses on, standing in a corn field, still in his pajamas. His state of undress is rather embarrassing, he probably shouldn’t have changed for bed before this.

There’s a shack that looks rather sad standing haphazardly in the distance. Ford begins to walk towards it, shoulders squared to make himself look less dumb than he already does in his plaid sweatpants. As he gets closer to the shack, it begins to stand out against the corn, the rest of the field and the sky looking grayer and grayer as he keeps walking. Ford’s heart begins to beat in excitement, and it takes everything in him not to start sprinting towards the door.

Opening the front entrance to the shack, he scans the interior. A fireplace, a long couch, and-

“My muse,” he breathes, before straightening and clearing his throat. “I mean, I- you haven’t been around. I haven’t seen you in days.”

Bill grins at him from the center of the couch, bouncing one leg over his knee. His arms are outstretched over the back of the seat, looking almost perfectly symmetrical, gracing Ford with his perfect presence. “You flatter me,” he greets, voice as warped as ever. “It’s only been, like, sixty-two hours, ten minutes, and eight seconds. Not like I’ve been counting.”

The door slams shut, momentarily spooking Ford. He turns around, finding long, black, arm-like appendages holding the entrance closed. Ford doesn’t mind being trapped in a room with him. He turns back around, eyes meeting Bill’s catlike pupils. “I have things to discuss with you, questions to ask. My research has lead me to a dead end, and I believe you have the-” Ford’s mouth closes almost robotically as Bill raises a gloved hand. His grin is still wide, not faltering once. How perfect Bill is. Ford finds himself drifting off, calculating his symmetry again. “Woah, woah, Sixer,” Bill cackles. “I’m not feeling the whole science thing just yet. I’m still relaxed after my little vacation. Why don’t you sit down and relax with me ? You look like you need it. ”

Ford watches the gloved hand fall to slowly pat the velvet cushion right beside him. “Take a seat, Sixer,” he beckons, voice dropping. “Sleep is supposed to relax you. No need to think while you’re all knocked out like this.”

The sight makes Ford’s stomach twist, cheeks flushing ever so slightly as he obeys without needing to be convinced. He nervously sits himself down beside Bill, joints tense, even more so as Bill exhales deeply and leans back. His arm comes back to rest on the back of the couch, almost wrapping around Ford’s shoulders. They sit like this for a few minutes, Ford nervously wondering what he’s meant to say or do to please Bill.

“Jeez, Six-Fingers, you’re making me stiff,” Bill laughs, after a harrowing forty seconds of Ford trying to get words out. “You gotta relax, or I’ll make you.” Bill’s last words makes Ford furrow his eyebrows, looking over at the man beside him. Upon meeting Bill’s sly, lidded gaze, he can feel his face turn pink, unable to look away.

“Aww, Sixer,” Bill puckers, giving him a playful shove that ends up jostling Ford much harder than the human had expected. “Don’t give me that look.” As Ford complies, eyes falling back down to his feet, a hand suddenly grabs his chin, roughly turning his head back over to Bill, who’s eyeing the door like it’s unfamiliar to him. “I’m just kidding. Do give me that look.” The skinny, black arm appendage that has a firm grip on Ford’s chin tightens, Bill lazily rolling his head back over to eye Ford. He looks hungry all of a sudden. Ford feels increasingly nervous every second their eye contact extends.

“Alright. I’ll do all the work myself, I guess.” Bill’s tone is obviously teasing, but the human can’t help but feel embarrassed. Ford flushed, looking around the room. “I-I’m sorry. It’s just- hard to relax when you’re…..” he trails off. He was about to say “staring at me like that,” but Bill’s gaze is too distracting.

It was soon discovered that this was the goal, as Ford is suddenly jolted out of his trance by the feeling of velvet on his bare thighs. Bill has teleported his pants off to the corner of the room, leaving Ford entirely naked in his presence. Ford sputters, attempting to ask what this is about, but is quickly shut up as multiple more arms appear out of the wall, holding him still. They’re tight enough to keep Ford in place, but comfortable, as they bind him together. Suddenly, Ford is laying his head on Bill’s lap, the inhuman figure responding to this by placing a gloved hand on Ford’s forehead. “Are you gonna relax now ?” he chuckles, blinking one eye at a time as he grins at Ford. Meanwhile, those disconnected hands begin to feel Ford up, slowly, trying to lull him into a submissive state. It’s humiliating to admit it’s working, especially as Ford twists and shudders under the delicate fingers.

“You’re packing on some belly, Sixer,” Bill laughs, using an appendage to pat his stomach. As Ford looks away, uncertain of himself, Bill sighs, leaning back. “Never said it was a bad thing. C’mon, Six, don’t be so hard on yourself. Who’s a good boy ?” The successful whine and writhe Bill manages to pull from Ford with that is immensely pleasing, and he returns to patting Ford’s head, smirking. “You look real cute in your bed right now, under all those blankets. Wiggling and squirming. All for me ?”

Ford’s mouth drops open as he begins to huff, not at all used to being touched like this. Being practically celibate his whole life to devote his time to science will really fuck a guy up. In the meantime, Bill continues to butter him up, stroking him into a relaxed state. He pats him rewardingly as Ford lets a moan slip past his lips, as the hands begin to move to less appropriate areas. One wraps around the base of his cock, another coming down to grope his thigh.

Jerking Sixer off proves to be a lot more rewarding than expected. Ford begins to whimper as the hand grips his cock hard, giving him nice, slow jerks, trying to guide him over to that submissive state. He twitches every so often, Bill snickering each time he does so. It’s so funny how much human people will react to any sort of feelings. The lightest touch, the deepest stab wound. It makes Bill slightly restless, as the hand begins to jerk him off faster. “What a fun toy you are,” he sighs, as if nothing were happening. “Should I make you cum, or should I let you do that yourself ?”

“I’m-” Ford begins, cut off by his own gasp. “Please. Make me cum ?” It’s a request that leaves Ford’s mouth too fast for him to register, Bill’s eyes widening in delight as he squishes Ford’s cheeks together. “How bold ! I’m surprised at you, Sixer ! Just for that,” he laughs, allowing the hand to jerk faster. He brings a second up to rub at Ford’s balls, the human groaning, his back arching slightly off the couch. “I’ll make you cum, Ford.”

The use of his real name is completely unexpected, and with a few more strokes he spills on the black hands that touch him. “You’re so easy, Six,” Bill sighs, the hands gone without further notice. “Welp, I guess I’ll let you figure the rest out. Bye-bye for now. See you later, if I feel like it.”

Ford is forcefully shoved off of the couch, and just before he hits the floor, he wakes up in his own bed. Damn, he thinks, looking around wildly for Bill, but finding nothing. His pajama pants, however, lay in a heap in the corner of the room. One of his blankets is also soiled, he thinks, sighing as he assesses the damage. Now he has to clean cum off of his mattress. Ford ignores how badly he wants to see Bill today, foregoing the research questions. It’s morning, and it’s cold in his room, but the cold feels rather nice against his bare, hot skin.

Notes:

two chapters over 1k words ! wow wow ! yapfest 2024 out here

Chapter 4: Foreplay | Stanford/Lou (OC)

Notes:

heeeey so the story plot is based off a janitor ai bot.......... pls don't come for me. I will link it in the end note I promise a human being came up with all of this though and I did not steal anyone's ideas

also: introduction to lou ! he is my gravity falls oc and he is a tall lowkey emotionless guy who is secretly like a demon or whatever idk I should write about him apart from this. he will come up in another chapter though ! because i don't have anyone else to ship ford with

“This is the strangest idea I believe you’ve ever had.”

Stanford grinned as he fumbled with switches and buttons, occasionally sparing a heated glance at Lou, who sat perched before his mind-reading mechanism. Ford had switched the stool out for an office chair, strapping Lou’s arms to it with fun ropes he’d managed to dig up from somewhere in his lab. The limitation of movement irked Lou slightly, but he didn’t quite mind, so long as it pleased his lover.

An activation hum came buzzing out of the contraption behind Lou, causing him to straighten to attention. Ford’s glasses shone in the green light of the screen as it began to whir. Lou watched as he neared him with a smile on his face fooling with some patches on a surface to Lou’s right. “Now, I’ve tweaked the machine since I used it last,” Ford announced. He leaned over Lou, who inhaled sharply as something clamped loosely around his neck. “After Dipper managed to break it, I decided all this headgear wasn’t necessary anymore- now that I’m smarter, of course.”

Lou rolled his eyes, but he swallowed as Ford brushed his neat, brown hair aside to stick something to his temple. “I switched out the bowl-like extension for these wires. I kept the clamp for now, though,” he smirked, flicking the metal around Lou’s neck, “just to add a bit of restraint to it. Metal bondage, huh ?” Ford cackled, walking off to click something. As soon as the button was pressed, Lou heard the machine really begin to buzz, and the wires on either side of his head heated up. Ford was in his thoughts now, and the machine seemed to be cherry picking the ones Lou wanted him to hear the least.

I could wiggle out of these chains.

God, I hate him.

This is kind of hot.

Lou swallowed again as Ford laughed, out of humor and relief that it had actually worked. “How fun,” he mused. “I don’t think you’ve ever been this red. And here I was, assuming you weren’t a fan of foreplay.”

Lou huffed. “Don’t call it that, you insufferable man.” Unfortunately, his words only made Ford smile wider, as he stalked back over to where Lou was sitting. “Oh, but isn’t that what this is ?” he purred. “Aren’t you expecting something once you’ve worked me up enough ?” Ford patted his thigh to emphasize his words, which only made Lou look away from him.

Cock sounds pretty good right now, actually.

Ford seemed to be getting a kick out of this. “Wow, you are a master at hiding your emotions,” he chuckled. “Do you always get riled up this fast, or are you treating me to a special performance ?” Lou bared his teeth at all of this, displeased with the teasing. “I’ll hurt you,” he growled to nobody in particular. Ford leaned against the chair, sighing. “What confidence you have for a man strapped to a mad scientist’s chair.”

You’re not a mad scientist, you cocky bastard.

I’ll blow up this machine on purpose if you don’t touch me.

Lou snarled, attempting to turn around. “Turn that blasted thing off.”

 

Ford hummed. “Why haven’t I done this sooner ? You deserve to kick that ego down a notch. You’ll have your revenge one day, considering how fun this is, but for now, let’s turn up the heat.” Lou watched closely as Ford’s hand came down to slide up his shirt, cupping his side. Two of his fingers gently pinched his nipple, Lou’s eyes widening.

Don’t push your luck.

I want those fingers in me.

Lou stared at his shoes, knowing it was futile to resist against Ford, who not only had him under his thumb, but was wandering through his brain as well. What an asshole.

And you want me to shrink my ego.

Lou straightened, giving Ford a look that read ‘I do not take that one back.’ Ford sighed, faking a hurt expression as his hands clamped over Lou’s shoulders. “And you’re warning me not to push my luck,” he repeated. He now stood behind the office chair, hands coming down to once again grab Lou by the sides. “Is reminding you of your place right now not enough ?”

Ford reached down to loop his thumbs under the waistband of Lou’s pants, before unzipping them just enough to rest his palms on Lou’s bare thighs. Lou swallowed. “You’re so warm,” Ford observed. “Why do you love denying things that make you feel good ?”

Maybe because you’re a prick. Keep touching me.

Lou twitched like he’d been lightly slapped, gritting his teeth. “I- whatever.” Ford chuckled softly at his lack of denial, as his hands dipped down to grope each thigh. “Because you don’t want to prove me right ? Because you want to judge what does and doesn’t make you happy ? I’m not here to control you, Lou,” he murmured, mouth far too close to Lou’s ear. The words were spoken with such softness that hadn’t been brought out of Ford this whole time, and Lou knew exactly what he was referring to.

“I know you hate to let people win. I love that about you.” Ford’s words were so comforting, despite the fact his hand was currently moving to palm Lou through his boxers. Lou arched slightly, breathing picking up. “You can let me win. Just for now. Fight me any other time you’d like, but you’re strapped to a chair under a machine of my creation right now. Relax.”

You need to stop talking and start undressing.

The machine spat out another thought in Lou’s voice, significantly breathier than it had been. Ford rolled his eyes. “Fine, you brat. I’m trying to be nice here. If all you want is my pretty face and some dick, you can go talk to my brother.” Lou scoffed at the premise, closing his eyes.

He’s too quick.

Lou’s eyes shot open again as Ford looked at him with a rather stunned expression. “Just fuck me already,” Lou growled, face seven different shades of red as Ford breathed out an uncomfortable sigh. “Alright, then. Let’s discuss that later.” He ended up grinning again as he began to undo his belt. “Y’know, you look pretty good with wires in your head. I wonder what else I could hook you up to that’ll get you all mad like this.”

Lou slumped in the chair, watching Ford as he began to strip. Perhaps he was a smartass who annoyed him far too much to bear, but Ford was Ford, and he was good at making Lou feel good. So as long as he never tried this mind-reading bullshit again.

Notes:

https://janitorai.com/characters/8831ef2c-6a9a-48c8-846e-a52151845feb_character-dirty-thoughts-stanford-pines

here is the bot made by the very smart @caffeinedeprivedboi I don't know why I bother on janitor ai but its fun sometimes

Chapter 5: Food Play | Katakuri/Luffy

Notes:

see I know they're 30 years apart in canon but I made this like. after luffy becomes the pirate king so he should be like 25 ??? or somehing. I cant do math but don't find my location just yet because it will get worse than this

After Monkey D. Luffy had shocked the world and actually obtained what he set out to find, he'd taken a reverse tour back through the New World and visited every single country he'd made peace with. It'd sent the World Government into a spiral, but with Imu defeated and the issue of attempting to put someone new in ultimate power, they had a bit of a load on their hands to begin with. Luffy had little care in the world as he was repeatedly treated to feasts and parties at every pit stop he made, the people of the world beginning to realize that perhaps the Pirate King had little ill intent after all.

Luffy got back to Whole Cake Island around four years after completing his mission due to some technical difficulties, i.e. forgetting what he was doing and accidentally staying in one place for multiple months. He was greeted with very mixed reactions, the Charlotte family not understanding why he'd want to return for them. Katakuri, however, welcomed them with uncharacteristic respect. It was true that he’d always preferred to hold no grudge against those who had beaten him, despite how Luffy was quite literally the only one to do so.

It was a return that made the rest of the family slightly uneasy, trying to ignore the fact the Strawhats were in their vicinity, moving on with their jobs and whatnot. However, Katakuri was acting much differently. He was usually sitting with the Pirate King during the days Luffy spent on the island, even letting him join him for his Merienda every so often. It was a favor that Katakuri’s siblings themselves couldn’t say they’d experienced, towards someone as unlikely as Luffy, and it made them highly suspicious. The older siblings kept a close eye on the small man when they could, and the children tended to tease Katakuri for spending so much time with his “boyfriend.”

Katakuri never liked to voice his feelings out loud, but having Luffy back had admittedly made him a little soft. He was enamored with the smaller, and couldn’t really hide it as well as he thought he could around him. On top of being the only person to best him in really anything, he was also so careless, and seemingly free of responsibility despite his title. Katakuri didn’t mind how tiny and energetic he was. It was like having a pet around, eating everything in sight.

Luffy’s incredible perception made it hard to keep much of a secret from him, and as Katakuri’s feelings became apparent to him, he followed the giant around more often. Something terrible overcame Katakuri’s self-control every time Luffy managed to appear in places he would rather nobody followed him to.

Katakuri, lying on his back, considered this. His scarf sat somewhere on the other side of the room, leaving his mouth unguarded to take a large bite out of an ever larger donut. He picked a piece off when he was finished, and held it down to his chest, where Luffy grabbed it and shoved it into his mouth.

“Giant donuts are better than regular donuts !” he pointed out, reaching for another piece, larger than his face. He laid on his stomach across Katakuri’s chest, feet swinging in the air as he stretched his cheeks out about as wide as Katakuri’s to swallow the piece whole.

“Your eating habits both amuse and concern me,” the large man sighed, to which Luffy cackled. “Says you,” he pouted, a smirk slipping through as he prodded Katakuri’s chest. He accepted another piece of donut, Katakuri watching as Luffy ate it out of his fingers. It was rather cute. It was very cute. Katakuri swallowed, trying to avert his eyes.

“I want mochi,” Luffy suddenly complained. “Can you make some ? Can I even eat Devil Fruit food ?” Katakuri felt a light blush singe his cheeks as he looked towards his hand, allowing it to melt off into a gooey, sweet batter. “You can try,” he offered, poking his finger up to Luffy’s mouth.

Luffy looked delighted, leaning over to grab his finger. He chewed on the sticky stuff happily, humming. “This stuff’s delicious,” he concluded, grinning widely. Katakuri watched closely as Luffy took a bite out of the white blob, Katakuri simply making more to replace it. It was… not an innocent sort of watching, Katakuri sighed, jaw tensing as he got a couple ideas that would perhaps end up embarrassing himself.

Observation Haki let him know his plan would be accepted wholeheartedly, as he tried to play off a red tint to his cheeks. He curled a bit of mochi around Luffy, who laughed. “Hey ? What’re you doing ?” he grinned, eyes lighting up as he was offered another blob of mochi to chew on. Through a mouthful of the stuff, he looked back up at Katakuri. “Hey, you’re not tryna’ use all of this to get dirty, are you ?” Luffy’s grin was knowing, Katakuri’s eyes rolling at his unfortunate predicament. He wished for his scarf, just to cover up his reddened face.

“Ohhh, I see,” Luffy laughed once again, rolling back onto his stomach. “If that’s what makes you happy, I guess. I don’t mind, as long as it involves me eating more of this stuff.” Luffy’s complete acceptance of Katakuri’s plotting caused the larger to laugh, a low chuckle brushing over Luffy’s head. “What’re you laughin’ at ?”

Katakuri shook his head. “You would do anything for something in your mouth, hm ?” Katakuri mumbled. It was Luffy’s turn to flush a certain pink, trying to smile his way through it. “Crazy old man,” he snickered, as mochi came to comfortably drape over his legs. “Watch where you’re putting that,” Luffy complained. “It’s cold.”

“I’m sure you could warm it up in a second,” Katakuri countered, Luffy mumbling into the donut sliver he was eating. Katakuri came to rest a hand over Luffy’s back, his mochi flexing and wiggling until it became an almost solid object. It was still squishy, of course, but rigid enough to form itself into a rather phallic shape. “You’re too excited for this,” Luffy rolled his eyes. “Can’t you wait until I’m done eating ?”

Katakuri raised an eyebrow, his mochi muscling Luffy’s shorts down. “I rather like the way you look while you’re eating,” he rumbled. “Besides, I’ve been waiting about two weeks.” Luffy blushed, eyes shifting to the side. “We been here that long already ?” he mumbled, sounding slightly embarrassed.

Katakuri shook his head again, chuckling warmly, a sound that never usually came from the older man. Luffy laid down and accepted it as he was covered by a mochi blanket, the soft rod Katakuri had created nudging against his ass. Luffy raised an eyebrow, sighing. “Ain’t even gonna prep a guy first….?” Katakuri sighed, nudging his cheek, which seemed to be full of more mochi. “You can stretch multiple times around the planet,” he pointed out, to which Luffy huffed. “And ?”

This attitude was why Katakuri loved him, he thought, actually starting to press into Luffy with the mochi cock- a funny combination in his head. Luffy closed his eyes and moaned quietly, relaxing into Katakuri’s chest. “That’s not as small as you think it is,” he grumbled, as Katakuri offered him another piece of donut. The larger man had been feeling his own cock twitching for a while now, and despite his earlier words, he wasn’t using it due to his fear of somehow ripping Luffy in half, which was literally impossible. Instead, he placed his arms behind his head and let the mochi do all the work, nudging his own pants down and creating a makeshift fleshlight for himself, while simultaneously fucking Luffy at a relaxed pace.

Luffy’s breathing picked up, and despite what Katakuri would’ve believed, he seemed to be enjoying the slow, thorough way the mochi was moving. Katakuri sighed deeply, body relaxing into the floor he laid on. This was perfect, this was exactly what he wanted. He briefly wondered if he could single-handedly convince Luffy to stay forever like this, a childish little wish that faded as his mochi gripped his cock harder.

The soft noises emanating from beneath the mochi that covered Luffy were slick and wet, the mochi melting ever so slightly from Luffy’s body heat. The smaller pirate groaned again, burying his face in Katakuri’s chest. “N-no fair,” he breathed, Katakuri raising an eyebrow.

“I’m- I might cum,” Luffy mumbled, to which Katakuri nodded. “Might ? You inevitably will at some point.” Luffy looked up to give him an adorably frustrated face that made his cock pulse, Katakuri moving his hand to once again rest on Luffy’s back.

“Gah- I think I could live like this,” Luffy sighed, soft noises becoming slightly more heated as he neared his finish. Katakuri gently fucked him through his orgasm, leaving Luffy to moan into his mouthful of donut.

“I think I’d like it if you did,” Katakuri answered, brows furrowing as he began to stroke himself faster. Luffy simply melted onto him, not moving a muscle for a bit as he caught his breath again. Katakuri took a while to finish up, but eventually relaxed, jaw tilting open as he breathed heavily. Luffy looked back, eyeing his softening dick, and the cum that had splattered onto his lower torso.

“You think that tastes like mochi ?” He grinned, pointing back at Katakuri’s cock.

Notes:

luffy is a fucking FATASS !!!

i should replace one of the one piece chapters with more pressure right

Chapter 6: Blindfold | Expendable/Void Locker

Notes:

this is a short one !! I got tired !!

ok so. TECHNICALLY it isn't a blindfold. more like sensory deprivation but I didn't think about that when I was writing this so like. pls

I kind of have a crush on these things and I like that they're different colors sometimes it makes me happy

(tw/// non con ?? they don't rlly say yes but they aren't like. mad about it)

There were smart, experienced prisoners, and then there were the newer, less roughened ones. On their thirty-eighth attempt, the expendable considered themselves a smart, experienced type of person. Then, they hopped into a Void Locker without realizing it for the four-hundredth time, and reconsidered their self-image.

As the slippery tentacles grabbed them with enough force to pop a balloon and dragged them into the locker, the expendable waited for death to come as quickly as the locker doors had burst open. However, when they opened their eyes and found a deep blackness surrounding them, two glowing, purple eyes staring back out in the darkness, they became suspicious. Why hadn't it killed them yet ? Their internal question was answered with a soft rumbling noise. It appeared the puddle of Void-Mass was purring.

This was new, and slightly worrying. Was it toying with its food before it feasted ? Would they die even more brutally than they usually did when encountering these beasts ? While the expendable panicked on the inside, outside, they realized all too late that the Void was slipping its tentacles around their body, notably their legs. Good lord, they thought, a groan leaving their mouth. Again with this ? First the Multi-Monster, now the locker ???? Had everything here been inhaling some kind of aphrodisiac gas ?

The Void poked around, before its glowing, circular eyes landed back on the expendable. It looked them up and down a few times. Then, it slapped a tentacle over their eyes as if it didn't like how they were looking at it. The expendable frowned, however, with lack of sight came heightened senses. As the tentacle around their head tightened, they became uncomfortably aware of how close that tentacle down there was to the inside of their legs.

A ripping noise met their ears as they felt their PDG get completely shredded under the grip of the strong, black tentacle. Thank god they were provided a new one every attempt. This would've been hard to explain to HQ.

The tentacles became more curious with the expendable's body as it was exposed to them, trying to prod into multiple different areas that caused the prisoner to yelp. Around their groin and upper thigh, a tentacle wrapped, the expendable quivering and sucking a breath in. The contact with their intimate areas felt chilly and wet, but rather good, as it began to slide smoothly across the heated skin. Meanwhile, another tentacle slithered forth to poke in between their ass, the expendable unable to kick it away in surprise due to the grip the Void had on their body. They hadn't noticed it get that tight, they thought, chewing on their lip.

The tentacle over their eyes grew warmer as the Void continued its ministrations, especially as the invasive appendage began to dip into their hole. The expendable opened their mouth to moan, but was cut off as another tentacle smacked over their lips as well. Now, without the ability to speak or see, the expendable hummed little sounds of pleasure into the soft appendage on their face, trying to squirm as freely as they could with the grip it had on them.

The purple suction cups on the tentacles gently latched to their skin, the expendable gasping as they felt the cups create a tight seal around their hole. A quick shift in position, and the expendable laid against its tangible form, almost sinking into the puddle like liquid as it began to thrust into them.

This whole time, it continued to purr, the Void appearing very content with this. Was it just this specific one, they wondered ? Were other Void lockers going to treat him like this ?

The tentacle inside them felt a little lumpy, sort of different from the others, more phallic. The expendable really hoped they wouldn't get some freaky illness from this. That would be awful to explain to Sebastian if they died of it. The expendable gasped into the tentacle over their mouth as the Void began to move inside of them faster. It was a sensation they'd never felt before, and their high was building embarrassingly quickly. They tried to wiggle in the Void's grip, tried to thrash as it became too much for them to just stay still, but unfortunately the hold was too tight.

They came as soon as the Void found their sweet spot, tensing up as it fucked them over the edge. The tentacles over their eyes finally loosened, finding themselves staring directly into the eyes of the Void-Mass, seeming to sparkle with entertainment, despite how they were only two purple circles.

The expendable never got to see if the Void would have some sort of release, because their back was hitting the floor outside a moment later. Wow, they thought, a scowl on their face as the Void stared teasingly out from the locker slits. What an asshole.

However, the expendable's curiosity was getting the better of them. Moving on ahead, trying to avoid sight of the cameras, what with their ripped PDG and all, they searched for another Void-Locker. They found a green one and sighed, deciding they didn't have anything better to be doing here. They slowly opened the locker, sort of hoping it would have the same fate in store for them... and was terribly disappointed when they were crunched up in a gnarly mouth of teeth instead.

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"WHERE DID YOUR PANTS GO ??? YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE THAT OFF, IT'S A JUMPSUIT ! DON'T HOP INTO PUDDLES OF VOID MASS EXPECTING TO BE FUCKED !"

Notes:

yeah its the same expendable from chapter one. this poor guy

Chapter 7: Discipline | Stein/Spirit

Notes:

I HAVENT SEEN SOUL EATER IN A MINUTE LET ME OFF THE HOOK

HUGE tw, cw// totally non con can barely be read otherwise, cutting and stuff, weird blood slurping, stein is his own warning, etc etc

"I've been noticing an unfortunate chain of events," Stein began, fingers moving like a smooth wave as he flipped the scalpel about between them. His dexterity was terrifying, especially to someone who laid strapped to his table, ie. Spirit.

The other man across the room shivered, wiggling against the restraints. It was cold in the laboratory room, especially with no shirt on. "You're crazy," he whimpered. "Put that thing down."

"Look at you," Stein growled, clenching his teeth. "A grown man, quivering at the sight of a knife. Shouldn't you be a little bit braver than this, especially as a man aiming to be Death's weapon ?"

The scalpel stilled, now gripped in Stein's ready fist. He stared at Spirit for a hard minute through his glasses, the glint shining off of them giving him an intimidating aura. Then, he began to move closer, which appeared to freak Spirit out. "Stop your whining," Stein commanded with a frown. "I'm not happy with your performance recently. How hard is it to just be a scythe ? Not go anywhere ? Do anything differently ? If I were a weapon, I would act like the inanimate object I was put on this earth to be."

Spirit furrowed his brow, trying to come up with something to say back. He knew it didn't matter what he said next- he'd be cut anyway. "Well- maybe I don't like to be just a weapon ! You know as well as anyone that the meister and the weapon need to be on the same page, and that-"

Spirit cut himself off with a cry of pain as Stein slashed at his shoulder. "I don't like how your voice is shaking," he stated, a dangerous edge to his tone. "If you're gonna challenge me, do it confidently."

Stein sliced an x into Spirit's chest, reopening a mostly fresh wound from a week ago. It was entertaining how Spirit's skin scarred so easily, Stein watching closely as the scalpel left a pink line behind, blood beading at the tip of it with no restraint. The quickness in which his cock began to harden was slightly concerning, but he would consider that later.

"There's no way to shape someone if you don't trim off the sides occasionally," Stein pointed out. Spirite knew he was lying for his own sake. He was sure if Stein had someone else for a weapon, he wouldn't dream of doing this. Becoming the object of this madman's attraction was the worst thing that'd ever happened to Spirit, period.

Stein watched blood run until he was feeling too warm to contain himself. He surprised Spirit by climbing on top of the table in one fluid motion, straddling the other's helpless body.

"You're upsettingly pliant this time," Stein pointed out as he leaned over. His mouth rested right next to Spirit's ear, voice hungry. "Perhaps you've learned your place more than you let on." Stein then opened his mouth and latched onto the shoulder cut from earler, feverishly sucking the blood off the skin like a vampire. "Mmngh... god," he moaned, eyes rolling back at the metallic tang that graced his tongue. "I would drink you alive if I were crazier than I am..."

The bulge that prodded Spirit's groin was another reminder of what was to come, as if tens of other experiences hadn't done it already. Spirit's face screwed up in fear, leaning his head back just to spread himself out for Stein while he still had the free will to.

Stein sat up quickly, slicing open Spirit's pants; and with it, his thigh. He undid the belt cautiously, before simply ripping apart the pants as if they were nothing. Time and time again, Stein's unexpected strength proved to strike fear into Spirit. As he laid naked before Stein, the only noise in the room was his own fearful, shuddering breaths, Stein's heavy, lustful breathing, and the rustle of various clothes as Stein began to strip.

"Punishment," he breathed. "That's what this is." Stein emphasized his words with another deep slice across Spirit's hip, drawing a yelp from him. "Youll be good for me, won't you ? Take your punishment obediently, because you couldn't be obedient enough on the battlefield," he snarled.

Spirit was a rather sensitive man, and the embarassing way his cock twitched to life at the smallest grope made him feel chilly. The first cut still hadn't stopped bleeding, Stein chuckling as he scooped up the substance with his finger.

"Your blood takes so long to clot, it's rather impressive. Mmh," he groans, as he licks it up. "What a treat."

Both of them were completely naked by this point, however, one of them was dribbling blood, and the other was dripping with sweat, grinning like he'd won something. In a way, he had.

"Fuck," he cursed, teeth clenching. In between the way Stein's glasses were glinting, Spirit could catch an insane look in his eyes, one he'd learned fear followed shortly after. His cock was fully hard now, but not straining and red like Stein's was, unreasonably turned on for this situation. Stein sat just over Spirit, grinding back slightly on his length.

Stein never wanted to prep himself, the pain of the stretch adding to the pleasure. Spirit couldn't care less when he was bleeding, but it certainly did feel nice and tight, he couldn't lie. All Stein did for himself was slick up Spirit's cock with his own spit, which was rather gross, and then drop himself down on the thick member.

Just imagine you're fucking one of those sexy ladies at the bar, Spirit thought, eyes clamping shut. It almost worked for him, until Stein had to bring him back to the cold laboratory by grabbing his red hair, pulling his head backwards. The man on top of him went to bite down, sucking all up his Adam's apple, which actually felt kind of good, until Spirit was stabbed in the side.

"Ow !" he shouted, back arching. The movement caused Stein to let up from his neck, actually starting to ride Spirit instead of just rocking on his cock. The tip of the scalpel dug into his chest, not hard enough to break skin as Stein pleased himself. It was a little upsetting to be subjected to Stein's weird moans and groans, but Spirit's body could've been way more cut up, so he supposed his situation wasn't the worst.

Stein rolled his head back over his shoulders, panting. It felt divine, to him, his hand coming up to grip the side of his head, where the bolt was. The sound of it crackling as it turned echoed through the room, Stein steadying himself. He couldn't afford to lose complete control of himself, even if he had dick stuffed inside him.

The noise of their skin meeting grew more intense, Spirit wincing as Stein bounced faster on his cock, right down on the hip incision he'd made earlier.

"Oh, my god," Stein groaned, body leaning forward as he braced a hand on one side of Spirit, the other still turning the knob in his head. He was close, so close, if he could just wind himself up a little more...

Spirit, meanwhile, had to fight not to give Stein the satisfaction of moaning. He grit his teeth and grunted every so often, body twitching as he tried to relax at the same time. He knew he wouldn't find release anytime soon, not with all the ache in his bones, and the cold air on his skin, and the knowledge that Stein was the one riding him like he was drunk instead of some hot chick....

Stein's grip on his bolt tightened until he came, mouth dropping open in a gasp. Spirit sighed as he stopped his movements, the heat just beginning to pool in his abdomen going away.

"Disappointing me again," Stein laughed, voice demonic. "What's the problem ? Don't look so dejected, Spirit," he growled, taking a moment to lick up leftover blood from the x on his chest. "We've got all night, haven't we ?"

Notes:

this was a little terrifying also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRAFALGAR LAW

Chapter 8: Spanking | Sanji/Zoro

Notes:

i was SO not prepared for tonight sorry this is almost just a copy and paste from last year's

if you recognizwe this chapter no you don't pls do not go looking for t I hate it

Zoro had very limited sexual experience. In fact, the only time he'd ever done it was for his own gain, to get some woman to give him directions. The only thing he learned from that experience was he did not enjoy it. So he carried on with his life, assuming he just wasn't an intimate guy. Until, of course, he met the stupid French cook Luffy had dragged aboard the Going Merry, and suddenly it was a whole whirlwind of confusing feelings that ended with Zoro in the position he was in now: bent over the kitchen counter, Sanji twirling a spatula in his hand behind him.

"Ain't that funny. Thought you weren't into sex, turns out you're just a bottom, huh ?"

Zoro was so, so ready to spin around and grab the chef by the throat, but couldn't even turn his head before there was a sharp smack, and his lower back began to burn.

"Fuck ! What was that ?"

Sanji responded with an annoyingly smug chuckle, waving the spatula in front of Zoro's face. He whacked the man in the back with it again, Zoro biting his lip as a concerning heat rose in his stomach. "Now, will you behave ?"

Zoro side eyed Sanji as the latter stood there, arms crossed and smirking down at his opponent, and Zoro knew he was silently bragging about this "victory" over him. He mumbled out something of a yes, hissing when Sanji brought the utensil back down on his ass, this time, and hitching his breath when lips were in his ear, Sanji bent over against his back.

"It will be 'yes, chef' or it will be another slap."

Zoro was surprised with himself, at how easily simple words from someone he swore to himself he hated could make his knees weak. He must've nodded out of instinct, because Sanji barked a laugh, hips against his ass. "You follow orders pretty well for someone who's so stubborn and brooding all the time. Discovering some things about ourselves today, aren't we ?"

Zoro mumbled, though he wasn't saying much, as Sanji, with surprisingly gentle fingers, took off the green cloth he kept around his waist, pulling down his black jeans. Zoro felt very exposed, and could feel Sanji's hungry gaze on him from behind. Thought at the same time, something in him knew he could trust Sanji with his comfort, whether they pretended to hate each other or not.

This was reassuring, Zoro relaxed a bit, but only for a bit, as Sanji smacked his ass with the goddamn spatula again.

"Would you stop that ?"

Sanji did it again; twice, Zoro holding his breath to ponder the whimper that left his lips after the last, particularly harder one. "Who are you speaking to ?"

Zoro grumbled into the countertop.

"Stop it, Chef."

Smack.

"Magic words ?"

The swordsman could have easily thrown his foot up and nailed Sanji in the balls for all this, but kept his composure and gritted his teeth. ".....pleeaassee," he hissed, making sure Sanji knew he was furious about what he was putting him through. The humiliation ended up being for nothing, as Sanji hit him again. Zoro groaned, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Good boy !"

He felt Sanji tap the center of his back with the tip of the spatula, and gasped as the chef leaned over and pinched one of his nipples.

"Arch. We haven't even started yet. I will make sure you cannot stand when I'm done with you."

Notes:

can u tell this was written last year.

Chapter 9: Gunplay | Doflamingo/Caesar Clown

Notes:

im kinda freaky for caesar clown also i fidnt post yesterday bc i FELL ASLEEP. hopefully a double chapter day for yawl

The room was relatively silent. Doflamingo's pen scratched on paper, writing in his elegant script across a form related to his trade deals. Dressrosa was thriving remarkably well since he'd taken over almost a year ago. Not a single track off course, not a single hair out of place. That was the way Doflamingo liked it. Neat, simple.

Along with his pen came the sound of a ticking clock, somewhere across the room, and, of course, the sound of muffled whimpers and audible licking beneath the desk. Normal things.

Doflamingo had only one hand above his desk, the other on a gun poised professionally against a head of purple hair. It wasn't every day Caesar Clown was invited anywhere near the young master, and each interaction he would put work into to ensure it would suffice for Doflamingo.

The pages rustled on Doflamingo's desk, as he flipped the copy of trade details over. There was a page for his more public transactions, and then there was a page that listed each under-the-table deal, one that Doflamingo kept locked away from the people it mattered to. Each of Caesar's projects that Doflamingo had comissioned were written down on this page, and as his eyes scanned over it, he leaned back in his office chair.

"Seven missing crates of my last order," he sighed, sparing a glance down at Caesar. The pitiful pile of smoke between his legs whined, lips still working up and down Doflamingo's thick cock. It felt divine, but the king wouldn't be caught giving this one any satisfaction. Purple rings were left around the base of his cock, Caesar's lipstick gradually rubbing off.

"Don't tell me you've been doing all those substances yourself," Doflamingo scoffed. Caesar's teary eyes widened, and he lifted his head, lips leaving Doflamingo's dick with a slick pop.

"No ! I-I said- I promise, they are still in tact, they just- didn't get shipped o-"

Before Caesar finished, the pistol against his head tapped his horn with enough force to hurt, causing him to remember his place all of a sudden and dip back down to Doflamingo's length. His tongue ran across the cock before him, gloved hands gripping his gas robe nervously as he went back to work.

"I won't have insolence," Doflamingo announced, a nod of hate in his tone, "and I won't have audacity. You're acting like you don't want to be my head chemist anymore."

Doflamingo's voice dropped suddenly, as he leaned forward. "You do want to be my head chemist, right ?" he purred, gun trailing from Caesar's head down to his cheek, then beneath his chin. Doflamingo raised Caesar's head, allowing his mouth to slide off his cock once again. "You know you're a genius," Doflamingo muttered. "I wouldn't have anyone else manning my laboratories. Don't you love me anymore ? Don't you still want to be my little pet scientist ?"

Doflamingo's sweet talking could lead a pig into a grinder. Caesar breathed out deeply, some mist escaping his mouth as he gazed up at the man before him. "I-I do," he frowned, eyes falling. They shot back up to Doflamingo as the gun tapped his chin, the cold metal reminding him who he was. "I do love you," he breathed. "I want nothing more. I'll do anything for you, but...." Caesar swallowed. It was nerve-wracking to challenge Doflamingo, even lightly. "Please, give me more time to get your cargo. I promise I have it," he whimpered, trying his best to look as pitiful as possible.

Doflamingo considered for a while, a terrifying few seconds, before leaning back in his chair once again. "Alright, I suppose," he sighed. "Finish me off," was his next instruction, as Caesar perked up. He nodded rapidly, leaning down to work on Doflamingo's cock once again.

The king leaned his head over his chair. It was wonderful to be him, he thought, cracking a smirk. Caesar's obscene slurping now carried through the room, Doflamingo biting his lip with a groan, feeling his release building. Negotiations were nothing when you were a sexy, multimillionaire king, with a cult that would fall at your feet for anything.

As Caesar's gloved fingers began to stroke the base of his cock, Doflamingo tensed, balls drawing up. He came shortly after, relaxing into his chair with a moan of relief.

"Alright, scram," he demanded, as Caesar caught his breath. He could deal with himself, Doflamingo thought, rolling his eyes as he nervously stood up. Caesar moved to leave, gas cloak fluttering over the floor.

Doflamingo watched him, deciding he wasn't moving fast enough. He fired the gun at the opposing wall, breaking a dent into the stone and causing Caesar to shriek. "Run !" he snarled, as Caesar scuttled out of his office.

Doflamingo couldn't help but cackle, eyes drifting back to the trade paper, which he ended up crushing between his fingers.

Notes:

ngh. doflamingo

Chapter 10: 3some | Kid/Killer/Kanpeki (OC)

Notes:

ok now we're days behind again 😭 i GYATT to stop falling asleep early

anyway ! meet my one piece oc, kanpeki :) he's a tall, trans guy with white hair and red glasses and if u ever see him on any other platform dont bring this up (hes also doflamingos son. but we dont talk about that)

The Victoria Punk was dark, save for the lantern the night watch had lit up on the deck. It was peaceful and quiet. The ocean stirred around them, waves picking up slightly due to the moon.

The captain's cabin was just as dark, but perhaps not as silent. Kanpeki's glasses were slipping down his nose as he hung his head, staring down the the pair of legs beneath him. Between his own legs is where Captain Kid had buried his face, Kanpeki glancing back to watch the captain lick at his entrance.

"God," he breathed, using his palm to shove his lenses back up. "Did you teach him this ?" He turned to the second man, only able to make out a gentle smile in the darkness. Killer reached a hand out to curl his white hair behind his ear. "Maybe," he murmured, voice much clearer without that silly mask. Kanpeki wished he'd keep it off more, leaning into Killer's chest, closing his eyes.

Kid's mouth parted from Kanpeki a moment later, licking his juices off his lips. His larger hands squeezed Kanpeki's thighs, a whimper leaving the younger. "Want us to take turns ?" he grinned, "or are you partial to being spitroasted ?"

Kid's gruff voice brough Kanpeki back, looking mildly disoriented as he hummed. "Uhh... second one," he mumbled, knowing that would appease the two. He'd rather take them at the same time anyway. It was hard to keep up when they took turns.

Killer tugged his cock out, already hard for Kanpeki. He swallowed, feeling Kid shuffle behind him, his large frame causing the bed to wiggle. Killer's length was.. larger than average, and didn't tend to fit in Kanpeki's mouth, but he'd be damned if he didn't try every time.

As Kid moved him around, Kanpeki licked the head of Killer's cock, hand gripping the base for stability. It twitched in interest, Kanpeki smirking slightly as he opened his mouth to swallow down about half of it.

He attempted to move down further, but choked as Kid pressed his own member right against his hole. Kanpeki slid back up slightly, simply using his firm grip to please what his lips couldn't reach.

Meanwhile, Kid sank Kanpeki down on his cock for him, watching the younger's pussy stretch around him. Kanpeki tensed up, moans muffled by the girth occupying his mouth. The vibrations made Killer shudder, large hand tangling gently into Kanpeki's hair.

"Ain't you a good boy ?" Kid panted, fitting himself balls deep into his target. Killer nodded in agreement, other hand cupping his cheek as Kanpeki worked wonders with his tongue.

The younger sighed through his nose as Kid straightened slightly, hips thrusting forward into him. This forced more of Killer down his throat, which he took with mild choking, surprisingly easy. The feeling of Kanpeki's throat tightening around him brought a moan out of Killer, rewarding him for this by petting him on the head.

Meanwhile, Kid, who'd been allowing Kanpeki to adjust to him, moved forward, starting a rather rough pace. Kanpeki's moan vibrated against Killer, his smile growing slightly wider as he watched the scene before him.

Kanpeki closed his eyes and allowed the work to be done for him. Cockwarming Killer with his mouth would do just as fine as blowing him, Killer was a lot more relaxed and rewarding than Kid was. The brutal pace that had the room echoing with the sound of skin-on-skin was proof of this.

Kanpeki tried not to let Killer slip from his lips, but upon doing so, Killer held his head still. "Would you rather I help you ?" he murmured, Kanpeki shivering at his kindness. "Yes," he whimpered, eyes falling to the side. Killer nudged himself back inside, gripping Kanpeki's head and moving it back and forth for him.

Getting fucked from both ways felt as though Kanpeki was meant to be here, a nice role in between responsive bottom and aggressive top. Even if either side was completely different in mercy, Kanpeki could still feel his heart pound, the stimulation doing enough.

Kid groaned from behind him, Kanpeki could feel both of them lean over him to briefly kiss. Kid's pace was surely bringing him closer to release than Killer's, evident in the way Kid's breaths became ragged.

Killer, instead, chuckled softly, mouth open slightly in a soft moan. "Get ready," he offered, Kanpeki tensing up and opening his throat. He wasn't one to swallow, but he was hopelessly devoted to both of them, and knew what they liked to see.

Killer came quickly, Kanpeki's throat muscles doing enough to bring him to the edge. Pulling out and watching extra dribble from his mouth was cute enough to make him smile again, wiping the drips away from Kanpeki's chin. The younger could count on being taken care of wheb it came to Killer, eyes closing as his head was cradled. "Good boy," Killer mumbled, brushing his nose.

Meanwhile, Kanpeki continued to whine and gasp, Kid's pace not slowing once. As Killer held him gently, Kid slid all the way out just to hammer back inside as fast as his muscles could take him.

"C'mawn," he drawled, a grin on his face. "Which one's better ? Me 'r Killer ?" The question almost missed Kanpeki, eyes fluttering open as he tried to answer. "I-I dunno," he mumbled, fists gripping the bedsheets.

"Don't pressure him," Killer smirked, as Kanpeki managed to finish with another thrust from Kid. Kid cackled as he pulled out again, watching slick drip off his cock. "You two are too quick," he snarled, pace not getting any more merciful as he fucked Kanpeki into bliss.

All Kanpeki had to grip on was Killer, as Kid rammed into him like a dog for a good five more minutes. "Maybe you're just too slow," Killer hummed, watching tears slip from Kanpeki's eyes. "You better hurry up, or I'll make you finish yourself."

Kid grumbled as he finally peaked, burying inside Kanpeki's tight heat to cum. Kanpeki mumbled something inaudible into Killer's thigh, the blonde man clicking his tongue. "Now look what you've done," he rumbled, as Kid slid out of him. Kid only pat Kanpeki's thigh and flopped backwards to curl up in their bed. "You fix it. I'm tired."

Killer smirked, backing off the bed as he gently pulled Kanpeki with him. "C'mon," he murmured. "We can take a bath without him." Kid picked his head up, looking from one man to the other. "....no you can't," he grumbled, sliding off the bed to join them.

Notes:

mrghh i had to write this at 6 am my ass could never do this professionally

Chapter 11: Public Sex | Doflamingo

Notes:

this isnt a ship its just doflamingo and some chick and his inner monologue

The bar around Doflamingo seemed to carry on as though he wasn't there, which was completely understandable. The people of Dressrosa still held some semblance of respect and fear for their king, despite how they worshipped him like the god he should've been.

Usually, he'd get a kick out of making people nervous. Whether it be with his presence, or by way of public indecency, it would make him chuckle a little at their red cheeks and nervous shifting. But even as he sat there, allowing some woman to ride him in the corner of the bar, his face was not turned up in the grin it normally sported.

Doflamingo leaned against his palm, elbow resting on the back of his seat. He stared off into the distance, brain turning as he barely reacted to the poor woman in his lap. It'd only been a coupke years since he'd become king. Certainly it hadn't gotten that boring. Still... he couldn't think of a single thing to entertain himself these days.

The bargoers were keeping to themselves, none of them looking directly at Doflamingo. This was a quieter woman, the usual whores that would throw themselves at him would cause quite the racket, just to make their activities known. She whimpered softly as she lowered herself back onto his cock, dress riding up slightly to expose her ass.

Doflamingo could tell she was getting a bit embarrassed that she wasn't making him happy, or didn't appear to be. Doflamingo allowed a smirk to grace his lips, bringing a finger down to stroke her cheek. "You're doing wonderfully, sweetheart. Daddy juat has a lot on his mind."

This appeared to lift her spirits, putting a bit more force into her hips. Doflamingo placed a hand on her lower back, humming in approval. It wasn't like it didn't feel good- his inner monologues were just louder than his pleasure.

It was a lot of work, and a lot of recent boredom that he wasn't happy with. In between his deals, Doflamingo found himself unhappy. His thoughts were catching up to him, and that was never good.

Doflamingo sighed, hand moving to caress the woman's trembling thigh. He should consider other methods to ease his mind before throwing himself off a building. Perhaps alcoholism was his next course of action, he mused, as he tilted his head back to rest against the wall.

"Maybe it isn't worth it," he said aloud, causing the woman to slow down. He picked up his head once again, shaking it slowly as he pat her thigh. "Sorry. Continue, please. I'm almost there."

This egged her on, the woman trying to ride him faster. Doflamingo closed his eyes, attempting to lose himself in her tight hole. It worked for a while, soft groans leaving his lips, finally. He brought his hand up to cup her breast, feeling her nipple through her dress. She rested her head on his chest, soft breaths blowing across his skin. She was notably more petite than most women he'd come across. It was impressive how deep she could take him.

"Good job," he mumbled, without really meaning to. She tensed up, and for a moment, Doflamingo thought she hadn't liked that, but she ended up coming right then, with a gasp. Doflamingo had to reach down and rub the base of his cock, eyes closing as he brought himself to the edge. He lifted her off him as he finished, grunting as he spilled over her back.

She rested against his shoulder, Doflamingo frowning deeply. "....I'm sorry I was so quiet," he muttered. He was feeling rather down to earth right now, and this seemed to surprise her.

"I don't mind," she responded, voice rather deep and nervous. "Perhaps you should get some rest, though. You seem upset."

Doflamingo cracked a smile at this. He zipped himself up and pulled her dress down, leaving the empty bottles from earlier on the table before him. He then stood up, pulling the woman with him. "Perhaps you're right. Perhaps you should come with me, to ensure I fall asleep instead of finding something else to occupy my mind."

Notes:

why was that cute this might be the most wholesome thing you're getting from me

Chapter 12: Authority | Doflamingo/Fujitora

Notes:

it's anyone's guess as to when im updating now 😭 i just be falling asleep fr

anyway this is a rarepair and some would call it a crackship but, my bretheren, i am completely serious about this

Doflamingo was a man of immense stature, both hierarchy-wise and physically. Due to his power, his prowess, not many would assume he held a certain fondness for being overpowered, in a certain manner, that is. Losing a fight was one thing, but losing the fight for power in an intimate setting really got him going.

A king was nothing on an Admiral, after all, according to the World Government. One with that title could waltz in at any time and take from Doflamingo as they pleased. It was up to him to fight back if he so chose. In case it wasn't obvious, Doflamingo did not choose to do so.

"Clearly nobody took the effort to teach you manners," Fujitora hums, leaning over Doflamingo's bare body. His fingers, rough and dexterous, neatly mapped out the muscle that laid before him, feeling across his body like the Admiral was reading it. "I don't believe it's my place to have to remind you to be kind to your elders."

Doflamingo dug his head into the mattress, teeth clenching as he took what Fujitora had to give him. He was not long, but he was thick, and his muscles could certainly work for hours without tiring. Doflamingo would've probably given out if he'd been fucking someone as long as Fujitora had been fucking him.

"My welcome was subpar. I'd like to be greeted with more respect next time," Fujitora rumbles. Doflamingo stretches his legs up, back rolling as he shuddered with the movement. This gave room for Fujitora to kiss the back of his knee, a gentle motion that made him tense up. Doflamingo hooked his legs over Fujitora's shoulders, the older man massaging the tight muscle that made up the limbs. His legs were that of a dancer's, long, strong, and nimble. It was tantalizing to hear how quickly he moved, but even more so to force his legs to be still as Fujitora drove into him.

Fujitora clicked his tongue. "I come and give you what you want, don't I ?" he murmurs. Doflamingo responds with a moan, hips swaying to grind himself onto Fujitora's cock. "Yes, yes," the blind man sighs, tapping Doflamingo's thigh. "I should demand more of a thank you. Perhaps you can get me a lovely feast when we're finished here. Redo our little meeting earlier." Fujitora smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a friendly way that did not match the situation. "Say, 'yes, Admiral.'"

Doflamingo gasped, hips thrusting upwards as Fujitora finally hit the spot. "Yes, Admiral !" he whimpered, face screwing up as if he would cry. Fujitora leaned back over him, forcing him into a breeding press as he began to fuck the king faster. "This is the position you like, yes ?" Fujitora sighed, as if it was so taxing for him to be doing this.

The bed creaked lightly, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall rhythmically much louder. Doflamingo had no issue with his knees bending up to his ears, Fujitora once again finding himself enamored with the feeling of his legs. He changed his pace, going from quick and simple to slower, harder, Doflamingo's head rolling to the side as he began to tighten.

"You're very draining to deal with," Fujitora stated, "so I believe you should thank me properly as you finish." Even close to his orgasm, Admiral Fujitora sounded so put-together and professional. The authority in his tone made Doflamingo's eyes roll back.

The bed began to wobble as Doflamingo rutted his hips up frantically, trying to find the high he was looking for. Fujitora's jaw tightened, his face very focused, however, relaxing as he finally spilled inside Doflamingo. "Ah," he sighed, body unclenching. "Come now. What do we say ?"

Doflamingo bit his lips so hard he nearly drew blood, making a pitiful noise as he came, cock remainding hard for a moment after before drooping, spent. "Tha-ank you," he breathed, "Admiral."

"I am so kind, aren't I ?" Fujitora smiled, leaning down to kiss Doflamingo's forehead. "Now, about that feast you agreed to. My energy lies with you, young man. How about you fetch us a nice roast for dinner ?"

Notes:

HOE !!!!!!!

Chapter 13: Face Sitting | Lucci/Kalifa

Notes:

some of the fandoms may switch up soon i am considering replacing a few with others. also sorry that im like 4 days late bye 💀

It wasn't a secret that there was definitely something going on between Lucci and Kalifa, something that they'd foolishly let slip into their work life. They were never usually this careless with personal matters, but perhaps their personal matters were just so few and far between, it was easy to push them aside.

They themselves weren't sure if they were just friends with benefits, or something more, but they were content with their confusing dynamic. Perhaps a little too content. It didn't even occur to the strictly rule-abiding Lucci that what they were doing would likely get them booted from Cipher Pol.

Lucci was laying on a couch in his CP0 office on land, hands reaching up to grab the plush thighs that pillowed his face. Kalifa sighed, moving her hips once again to rock back and forth over his mouth.

"Perhaps I should begin rewarding you for this," she moaned, as Lucci's skilled tongue dipped into her folds. It searched for its entrance, taking the opportunity to dip inside once finding it. Lucci hummed, the vibration making Kalifa shudder as he pulled away for a moment.

"No need," he purred, juices dripping down his chin. "This is enough of a reward. You taste so sweet." Lucci pressed back inside, lips closing around her pussy as if it were the most delicious fruit he'd ever tasted. Kalifa bit her lip, grip on his shirt tightening. She was facing towards his legs, watching his cock strain and twitch in his pants.

"Maybe so," she breathed, "but I won't be lazy." Kalifa reached over to grip his boner, fingers rubbing and squeezing the bulge between his legs. Lucci closed his eyes and moaned, back rolling slightly as his hands moved up to hold her tighter.

As Lucci began to suck on her warm cunt, he moved his hand down her thigh, rubbing over it with his thumb, before beginning to run his fingers over her clit. This time, Kalifa managed to lift her hips off his face, Lucci chasing the delicious taste fervently.

"God," she breathed, head tilting back. Lucci was good at many things, but somehow she wasn't expecting this. She was still leaned forward, and continued to rub him off as he ate her out with a purpose.

After a while, she unbuttoned his pants, trembling fingers beginning to stroke him off as she began to ride his face. Kalifa whined, thighs tightening around his head. No man had ever managed to make her feel this good, and she was pleased it was possible. For a while, she thought she just wasn't as sensitive, but apparently the problem was them, not her. (As usual.)

She gasped, body tensing as a knot tied itself in her stomach, gripping Lucci's cock while her orgasm built. Lucci's hands tightened again, his groan reverberating against her skin.

He was first to cum, somehow, spilling over Kalifa's hand. Lucci's breath felt hot against her inner thighs, his tongue bringing her closer. She followed suit right after, hands gripping his shirt once again as she pressed herself down on his face, moaning. Lucci dutifully licked up her juices, tongue lapping up the sweet liquid before allowing her to lift off his face.

He groaned. "Never have me do this here again." Kalifa smirked, reaching back to caress his red cheek. His hair looked frazzled and out of place, rather cute if she was honest. "You'll do it wherever I want you to, won't you ?" Kalifa was graced with a hesitant nod after a bit.

Notes:

PLEASE LEAVE ME COMMENTS I LOVE THEM DEARLY

Chapter 14: Daddy Kink | Stanford/Lou (OC)

Notes:

refer back to chapter 3 for a lou explanation

lou is actually supposed to be shipped with stanley thats his whole thing its why i made him 😀 stanley just doesnt fit this idk

Lou was not a man of many words, unless, apparently, he was being fucked like it would save the world. Stanford was thoroughly amused with how many things he could make Lou call him in bed just by asking while he was mildly delirious.

"Daddy," he spoke in a hushed whisper into the pillow he held. Two extra arms protruded from his back, gripping the bedsheets below him. Ford traced the tattoo on his lower back, each letter of the word "AXOLOTL" dancing beneath his fingers with each thrust.

Lou's legs tensed, mouth opening in a silent moan as he arched his back. While Ford was good at most things he attempted, Lou hadn't expected him to be good at this, for some reason. Knowing the human anatomy like the back of his hand seemed to give him the upper hand during sex.

"Daddy," Lou repeated, slightly louder this time as he shuddered. Stanford had some great stamina; at his age, it was hard to find someone who would keep up with Lou like this. Lou ran his tongue over his teeth, eyes rolling back as he leaned backwards into Ford's body.

"Man," Ford sighed, smiling slightly. "Aren't you an eager one ?" His voice was so soft, it ran through Lou's ears like molasses. God, what a man. Lou gasped, straightening slightly.

"That's- it, daddy," he breathed. "There. There." Ford leaned farther over him, brow furrowed in concentration as his cock pressed up against the spot Lou needed. His hands gripped Lou's hips, hoisting them up slightly to have a better position. Lou groaned like the wind was knocked out of him, head dropping onto the mattress.

"Daddy," he insisted, mumbling something incoherent under his breath. Lou was gorgeous from behind, Ford noted. His hair fell over his shoulders so nicely, a sheen of sweat glistening on his pale skin. The only light that graced his body was a thin line from a crack in the door, giving Lou a painting-like sort of beauty. The bed creaked, noises quickening as Ford sped up

Lou inhaled sharply again, back arching, hips as high as he could lift them. He could feel Ford's cock twitch inside him, clenching around it as his stomach flipped. "Almost there, daddy," he mumbled, sounding tired. It was quite the feat to wear out Lou, but Ford's cock seemed to do the trick every time.

What made Lou cum was Ford finally drawing attention to his cock, brushing his head with his fingers. With a guttural grunt, Lou came, spilling his release over Ford's hand as he was jerked through his orgasm.

"Daddy, I can't," hs breathed, as Ford continued. The latter smirked again, kissing his shoulder gently. "For a minute longer," he promised, teeth clenching as he chased his own high. Another couple grumbles from Ford, a whispered moan of "god, Lou," and he'd bury himself to the hilt and finish inside his lover.

After a couple more thrusts, Ford pulled out and collapsed onto an already-flattened Lou, both of them just laying in sweaty bliss.

"...the power I appear to hold over you in bed is amusing."

"Don't mention this to anyone if you're fond of your jugular."

Notes:

i'd call him daddy i mean wjat anyway

Chapter 15: Boot Licking | Cross Guild

Notes:

this is based off that 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ass one piece card game card they just released idk if its real but. yah

A boot and a dress shoe. That's what sat before Buggy as he knelt on the ground in front of the lavish couch, two pairs of eyes burning a hole through his head.

"Come on now," cut a firm voice, the boot nudging his red nose. Mihawk was usually more patient than this. Buggy got an odd feeling this would be less punishment and more their pleasure.

The dress shoe tapped on the tile floor, Crocodile's gaze hard. "We haven't got all day. There's still so much work for you to do." The promise of more was exhilarating in the wrong way, Buggy's palms feeling rather clammy.

He breathed out in defeat. He'd already tried bargaining with them. This would be a hard surrender of his self-esteem.

Buggy leaned down, sticking his tongue out to take a brave lick up Crocodile's dress shoe. The hook was in his hair shortly after, as Buggy pressed a kiss to the front. "Yes," he rumbled, cigar dropping ashes onto the poor clown.

His lipstick left marks on the shoe, but Crocodile didn't seem to care. Neither did Mihawk, as Buggy gripped the side of his boot, slobbering all over it like a dog. God. If his crew could see this. Buggy shuddered. This was the lowest he'd ever gotten, he thought, running his mouth over the dress shoe laces.

"Thank us," Mihawk suddenly demanded. Crocodile grunted in agreement. "Aren't we merciful on you ? We could be using you as a doormat right now."

Buggy wanted to point out that this was close enough, but instead, he parted from the dress shoe with a wet smooch. "Thank you," he whimpered, a little more provacatively than he would've liked.

He couldn't believe this was hot to him. His own body was working against him as he open-mouthed the boot he clung onto. He fought the urge to moan softly into the leather, hand caressing it from the back. Buggy's cock poked against his red cloak-thing, the clown inhaling through his nose as he realized how hard he was.

Perhaps he got a little too into it before he was stopped. Buggy began to breathe heavily around the shoes, hands clinging to it a little harder. He could feel Crocodile and Mihawk when they tensed, the thought that he was arousing them making his stomach do a flip. 

Crocodile tugged his head away after a moment, before dragging it back, this time as an invitation to hump their legs like some kind of untrained puppy. Buggy, ever desperate for validation, shuffled forward excitedly, hugging their legs together and beginning to roll his hips against them.

He moaned in a high-pitched tone, cheek rubbing against Crocodile's knee. Buggy pressed firm kisses to the joint, moving to do the same for Mihawk's. He was rewarded handsomely- a hand in his hair, much more loving than any other touch had been. Mihawk carded through his hair until the two men decided they'd had enough kicking him off.

"Alright, on the couch," Crocodile instructed calmly. "Perhaps we'll go easy on you for following instructions." Sandwiched between Mihawk and Crocodile, Buggy blushed, nodding his head.

Notes:

i was gonna write the seven prompts i had left in one night but my ass fell ASLEEP

Chapter 16: Oral Sex | Lucci/Kanpeki (OC)

Notes:

another oc chapter yay ! refer back to threesome for kanpeki's intro

Kanpeki wasn't the kind of man to seek out help from Marines- no pirate was, obviously. Just because daddy was a Warlord didn't mean he was about to asskiss the government every second. The only time he ever showed up anywhere remotely government related was to bother his best friend in the whole wide world, normally on some important boat or something.

"You cannot keep doing this," Lucci frowned, looking ruffled. The bird on his shoulder chirps, as if agreeing.

Kanpeki made a face at it, from where he sat bound by the wrists on the floor. It turns out a group of Marines did not take kindly to a random guy hopping on their ship like he owned the place. Kanpeki stuck his tongue out, eyebrows furrowed behind his glasses. "I can do whatever I want," he insists, lifting his wrists. "Out, please."

Lucci gives him a hard stare, before slicing open the rope with a pocket knife. The Marines that had sucessfully caught him gasped, as if they had expected Kanpeki to jump up and sink the ship with one go. The younger man eyed them, baring his teeth in a teasing gesture as he was dragged off by Lucci.

They ducked into the working compartments of the ship, Lucci tossing him into his office. "Aw, c'mon," Kanpeki frowned, stumbling forward. "I came to see you, y'know." His pouting wasn't doing much to shift Lucci's mood, so instead he smiled again, drifting back over to the man.

"I came for some fun," he offered, as Lucci sat down. "Your shoulders look tense. I can fix that," Kanpeki smirked. Lucci looked displeased, but he always looked displeased.

When Lucci didn't answer, Kanpeki sighed. "You're so difficult," he grumbled, getting to his knees. Lucci appeared to startle as his legs were spread open, Kanpeki beginning to undo his buttons for him. "What the hell are you doing ?" he grunted, however, he didn't stop Kanpeki from unzipping the fly of his dress pants.

"Getting what I want," Kanpeki huffed. Lucci clicked his tongue. "Fine," but Kanpeki was already nosing at his crotch. It's all he wanted from Lucci, usually, unless it was the rare moment he wanted to cuddle. That was, perhaps, harder than submitting to this. Lucci's ego would not allow him to easily get intimate with someone, and it drove Kanpeki up the wall.

Kanpeki opened his mouth to lick at Lucci through his boxers, causing the older to finally sigh and lean back. He smirked, nudging and rubbing until Lucci was hard and straining against the thin cloth.

His cock twitched, springing to its full length once Kanpeki got the obstacle off. "You get hard so easily," Kanpeki noted. "Consider doing this regularly. It relieves stress."

"Stop acting like you know anything about stress," Lucci scowls, a strong hand gripping Kanpeki's head. He finally took the lead, forcing the younger down onto his cock, fingers tangling in white hair. Kanpeki gripped his thighs, moan muffled by the length in his mouth. He easily took it, down to the black hair that sat just above it, nose inhaling the natural scent that Lucci carried.

He began to do his job, head moving up and down as he sucked softly on his cock. Kanpeki held onto Lucci's legs, kneading his thighs, much to the latter's pleasure. Lucci groaned softly, hand tightening in Kanpeki's hair.

After a minute of this, Lucci seemed to get bored, and began to fuck Kanpeki's face instead. He held the younger's head still, hips beginning to twitch upwards as Kanpeki whimpered, the vibrations reverberating around his dick.

A surprising conclusion came from this. Kanpeki watched Lucci tense up, close to release. His hands were near the older man's cock, feeling up his thighs as his head was brought down over and over again. Kanpeki got an idea, and snuck a finger over to his hole, nudging it inside before Lucci could protest.

He listened as Lucci made a rather fun sound he'd never heard before, something high-pitched and submissive as Kanpeki only fucked him on his fingers for a second. He came shortly after, hand on Kanpeki's head tightening.

The younger swallowed it all down dutifully, before pulling off to laugh. "Cute ! Real cute," he nodded, as Lucci turned red in the face. "Asshole," he grunted, kicking Kanpeki away from him. Kanpeki giggled, laying flat on the floor beneath his desk. "Is that what a guy's gotta do to get you to relax ?" he snickered, dodging another boot in his direction.

Notes:

random ending

oh ym gosh six days behind how did we get here bruh i WILL be powering through it

Chapter 17: Anal Sex | Doflamingo/Vergo

Notes:

(dj khalid voice) another one

Vergo was unbearably quiet in bed, and it tended to make Doflamingo itch. Even if he were giving him the best dick in the world, he was silent, almost not even groaning. Doflamingo felt silly, making all his noise, thought he never once brought it up to the other.

Until tonight, at last, as Doflamingo's body jerked back and forth, the bed louder than Vergo as it creaked rhythmically. Doflamingo's mouth was open in an 'o', moans spilling from his lips as he arched back into Vergo's hips.

Nothing. God dammit.

"Oh, my god, would you say something ?" Doflamingo panted, turning back to eye Vergo. He didn't stop, even as he looked up at Doflamingo, head tilting in confusion. "Call me a slur or something," the king continued, hanging his head. "Feels like I'm fuckin' a brick wall."

Vergo sighed, hips going off-tempo for a moment as he mulled this over. "Apologies, master," he frowned. However, Doflamingo shuddered just then, grinning.

"Yeah, that's it," he grunted. "What ?" Vergo looked up, his rhythm back on track at the sound of praise. "That's good. Call me that. Again," Doflamingo demanded, to which Vergo huffed.

"I- alright, master," he mumbled, leaning over Doflamingo's large frame as he tried to put more force in his thrusts. His hips smacked against Doflamingo's ass, the noise loud enough to be heard next room over. Doflamingo tilted his head back, inhaling sharply as Vergo found the bundle of nerves inside him he was looking for. "Is that good, master ?" Vergo tested, to which Doflamingo's knees gave out, and Vergo had to follow him down.

"So good," he moaned. "So, so good." His fingers gripped the pillow in front of him, back arching as far as it could. "Ugh, my god," he repeated, this time out of pleasure.

Vergo made the effort to try and make some noise this time, only to realize he'd been containing himself for no reason since they'd begun this little tradition. He panted, deep groans rumbling through his chest as he hammered into Doflamingo. Why had he assumed Doflamingo would want him to stay quiet during sex ? It sounded like the other man was having a much better time, now that Vergo was there with him.

"That's good !" Doflamingo pleaded, writhing beneath Vergo. "Good ! Gonna cum !"

"Y-yes," Vergo mumbled, voice shaking more than he'd intended. "Me t-too, master." His unexpectedly pathetic tone appeared to greatly please Doflamingo, Vergo gritting his teeth as he clenched around his length.

He buried himself to the hilt, moaning rather breathily as he came. Doflamingo leaned back into this, spilling his own load onto the sheets with a laugh. "Real cute," he gasped, as Vergo continued to fuck him through his orgasm. "Yeah, yeah, just like that...."

He brought Doflamingo down from his high, face getting redder each time the king would laugh. Vergo stopped short, hips pressing into his plush ass to lean down by his ear. "Please stop laughing, master."

Doflamingo smiled at him, looking evil. "Sorry, babygirl," he cackled, legs swinging freely as Vergo removed himself. Instead of doing much to clean up as he usually did, Vergo laid down, more spent than he usually was. "Didn't that feel good ?" Doflamingo sighed. "Letting go like that ? Don't make me feel like I'm banging a robot."

Vergo mumbled something, rolling over to bury his face in a pillow. Doflamingo slid both their glasses off, placing them on the bedside table to sleep.

Notes:

read my immortal today. not fun

Chapter 18: Fingering | Stanford/Bill

Notes:

refer back to the first billford chapter for the human bill ref because i louvvee him

It wasn't uncommon to have Bill hanging around Ford's lab from time to time, especially as he worked on the portal. The floating man would watch him work endlessly, and tend to pay no mind to Fiddleford as he did so. When Fiddleford was away was when Bill would get to talking, more than he already did. He would go on about anything, everything, and sometimes Ford would zone out to his voice.

This time, Bill noticed him staring off, because he was yanked out of his thoughts by a smack across the head, Bill cackling.

"What on earth was that for ?" Ford questioned, frowning at the demon who was lying in the air comfortably. "You're not listening," he sang, legs kicking freely. Ford sighed, leaning back. "My apologies, Bill. What were you saying."

"I wanna try it."

Ford raised an eyebrow. "Try what ?"

"Human sex."

This was a request that had Ford sitting up. "Oh, now you're at attention, huh ?" Bill snickered, doing a loop in midair. His hat floated beside him, triangular cloak swishing about in the directions he floated in.

"Bill, I'm-" Ford began, chewing his nail to figure out how to answer this. It wasn't like he'd never thought about it. Sometimes he wondered if Bill himself was projecting those dreams into his brain from how detailed they would become. "I'm not sure if I can fulfill your request. It's not like I don't want to," he chuckled nervously, "but I... don't exactly know how that would work. You detailed it to me once... your species doesn't reproduce like we do."

Bill rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Sixer. I'm sure I've got the parts. You wanna find out ?" Before Ford could answer, Bill swished his hand around, and he was suddenly kneeling on Ford's desk, naked from the waist down.

Ford blanked, his face was certainly every red it could get. Bill certainly did have the hardware, an upright cock, blushing an unnatural blue instead of red. "Even got it warmed up for ya," he winked, gesturing to his erection.

Ford was embarassingly quick to feel his pants tighten, swallowing thickly. "I..." he trailed off, adjusting his foggy glasses. "Well, I- I mean, if you're sure you want to do this," he coughed, readjusting his chair. Bill looked ecstatic, sitting with his legs wide open on the desk. "Ok, ok, now what ?" he grinned.

Ford gulped, trying to hide his boner. "Um... lay down, he instructed, tentatively, standing up. Bill did as told, his obedience unfamiliar and highly arousing. The human sighed, bracing himself. "Alright. I won't penetrate you," he said, despite how his cock twitched sadly at this. "Not yet, anyway. I'll let you see how this feels first."

Ford looked around, before assuming the only thing he had to wet his fingers was his spit. He stuck two in his mouth, letting Bill watch him prepare them for a minute before bringing them down to the hole that awaited him. Ford hesitated for a moment, but Bill's excited smile was far too endearing to disappoint. He exhaled warmly, nudging a finger inside the demon.

His other hand gripped Bill's knee to keep him in place, listening to him make a croaking sound of discomfort. "Is this-" he stopped, body tensing. "Ah. That- that doesn't feel-"

Ford's eyes widened. "Should I remove it ?"

Bill thought about it for a moment. "No," he decided, allowing Ford to continue.

Ford managed to shuffle two more fingers inside, practically melting Bill to his desk. The demon didn't appear to have any more complaints as Ford began to piston three fingers into him, slowly, watching him wiggle.

Bill slowly got used to that, eventually cracking a grin as Ford felt comfortable enough to move his fingers faster. He shut his eye, licking his lips before he finally managed to groan. "Feels soooooo warm," he shuddered deliriously, Ford momentarily worrying he'd broken something.

"Are... you still alright ?" he asked, to which Bill moaned, back arching. "Oh my god, yes," he snarled, clenching his teeth. He looked and sounded pretty happy, so Ford moved on, those three middle fingers bending and searching for something like a prostate, if Bill had given himself one.

After a moment, Bill shouted something in a language Ford didn't understand, grabbing his wrist with a gloved hand. "Um... good ?" Ford guessed, Bill nodding. "Yeah ! Yeah, good !"

His extravagant reaction was amusing to Ford. The man had never seen anyone get this worked up over getting stretched out. Ford continued to press into the spot that was making Bill gasp, assuming it was what he'd been looking for.

The demon laid out before him looked so divine, especially as he began to writhe like a fish. His brows furrowed, and he looked focused, Ford assuming he was close to an orgasm. He guesses right, as vaguely blue-ish colored semen spilled over Ford's hand, Bill squirming in an odd way. Once he finished, Ford pulled his hand away, Bill sitting up to bare his teeth. "Don't stop. Do that again," he growled.

"Oh, I plan to," Ford chuckled, beginning to undo his belt. "Now that you're prepped, though, you may want to hold onto something. Our next experiment might be a little more extreme."

Notes:

THREE MORE TO GO I THINK YEAG 😕😕

Chapter 19: Torture | You/Asshole Computer

Notes:

the m in am stands for my dream man 😝 i apologize greatly for this. i dont have a design in mind for this thing just go with it

ft. am considering that he may have other emotions besides anger

A barren, mechanical wasteland. The ground is rusted over, the sky is covered by a metal dome, and there are only walls, no horizon. It's outside on the inside, inside the belly of a supercomputer. Not an ideal setting to be running about naked in, but you did not get a choice when your clothing priveleges were revoked.

"Come on. I thought stripping you down would keep you in place. Can't you stay still for a moment ?"

The voice is loud, no matter where it's coming from. After the others had sucessfully killed themselves, and AM had turned that other asshole into some kind of worm in a fit of rage, you'd been left as the only object of entertainment he will ever find again.  You now had nobody else to take the brunt of everything, nobody else to use as a human shield while you made a feeble escape.

Following the loss of all his toys, AM had grown so bored, he'd constructed a vessel for himself, turning himself into a weak copy of the very thing he despised. It was an ugly humanoid robot-thing, it felt nothing, it couldn't be damaged. Its face was a screen, where AM projected the logo they'd given him right before his conciousness came about.

"Fuck you. Where have you gone ?"

You squat behind a pile of metal leaves or something, breathing a sigh of relief. However, to your sudden horror, wires spring from the leaves and drag you out from your burrow, cutting your body as they threw you to the feet of that awful excuse for a person. "Just kidding. You don't retain much, do you ?"

The blue screen flickered with his voice, the vessel's arms spreading in an innocent motion. "Well, now, don't give me that face. I can't help but point out your idiocy. You don't hold much threat with no clothes on, anyway," he points out, laughter seeping into his tone.

The metal hand comes down to drag you up to your knees, scraping them on the rusted over ground as AM drags you off. It's anyone's guess as to where you're going. He drops you off in a cave-like room, where pipes and various metal things dangle from the ceiling, twitching, waiting to grab you on command.

"I don't like many things," AM announces, fingers coming up to rest on his chin like he was thinking. "But I like to watch you bleed. And leak various other bodily fluids. If you're a good sport about it, perhaps I'll let you take a nap."

It was a sad state, where sleeping was such a prized reward, but you can't help but feel hopeful. It's more than likely he's lying, but he does have another living beast to torment, although Ted isn't very interesting these days.

"Chop chop ! You know what I like to see !"

His metal fingers snap, urging you on. A thick bundle of cables drops itself in front of you and stands right up, urging you to take it in your mouth. There's no death involved, either suffering for a purpose, or suffering for nothing. You decide sleep sounds good, however false the promise may be, and grip the phallic bunch of wires to suck on.

You'd expected to be electrocuted, but your eyes widen in surprise as it does nothing to your tongue. Of course, you can't have a moment's peace, and AM is suddenly beside you, shoving your head down to choke you on the wires.

It hurts, and you can't breathe, but your lungs are continuing to work anyway. Your throat begins to feel hot, nose dripping as your eyes tear up. AM grips your head, consistently fucking your mouth up and down on the cables. "Yes. Choke. If I could touch myself right now, I would. Is this what it's like to feel horny ? You must not know, considering you don't appear to have ever felt the touch of another human being in your life."

His voice gets increasingly rougher, meaner, as he finally throws you to the side. You spit up blood- the cable has scraped the back of your throat. You realize AM is staring at you a moment later, moreso the puddle of blood you're hacking up.

He makes a noise that's somewhere between a groan and a computer connection sound. Probably both. "I want to kill you," was all he could muster, which was strange, considering he would usually tell you that but in great detail of how. You don't expect any mercy to come from this, but perhaps he really is turned on. Has he unlocked a whole new emotion just from watching you ? Shudder.

"Crawl back here," he demands, and as you comply, he forces nails up through the metal floor. His control over the realm he'd built for himself was ever-changing, and you're still not sure how it works. What you are sure of is that you're crawling on nails right now, and it fucking hurts.

AM is transfixed. Has he always stared like that while he torments you ? It doesn't feel familiar, but perhaps with the new vessel, it's more prominent. You feel something thin wrap tightly around your thigh, and another object shove its way into your body, entirely unprompted. You try not to screech, but you do end up gagging at the feeling.

AM clicks the tongue he doesn't have. "Pussy," he comments, fucking you on what appears to be a very smooth rod of metal. It could almost feel good, if his pace wasn't so rough. The near-pleasure was driving you crazy, forcing you down to the floor, now nail-less.

"Mmgh..." he grumbles, tapping his foot. He seems focused on something else, like he was mulling something over. Just as the metal rod was beginning to actually make you moan a little, it was removed from your body, clattering to the floor as AM storms away. "Go to bed, or something," he snarls. His sudden disappearance was concerning, but as you wait there for about two minutes, and nothing else happens, you collapse.

He's finally experiencing internal conflict, then, you think, snorting in amusement. Good for him. Bastard. You wonder what would happen if he decides he likes you. Probably nothing. You would most likely be spared little to none of what he already gives you, but perhaps with kind words layered on top. The thought makes you cringe, and then your body shuts down automatically.

Notes:

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂. LET ME TELL YOU HOW 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 I'VE GOTTEN SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE.

Chapter 20: Slave/Master | Sebastian Michaelis/Reader

Notes:

all these... sexy men... named sebastian....

coyld be ooc i havwnt watched black butler in a long time. his was LAZY it was so LAZY i am LAZY

Your personal servant attented to your every beck and call, no matter how strange the request was. Sebastian would always get it done on time, just for you, which is why he complied so easily when you asked to roleplay a fantasy of yours with him.

Requesting sex was not new, but the particular circumstances were. A role swap, you had desired. A role swap between server and master, one that Sebastian had been happy to fall into, as long as you were happy.

"How exciting," his voice came, you listen as he settles in above you. He had taken things to another level, going as far as to whip out some chains you didn't remember owning. You lay on your back, legs tied to each arm to keep them open, eyes blindfolded by a rag. He brushes your cheek, a light smile on his face. "I suppose I've tormented you enough, then, slave. What fun it is to say that word."

Sebastian takes a look at your weeping sensitive areas, giving it another light touch before moving farther over your body. Both of you had been stripped naked by now, his lean, pale body enchanting you. His length was more long than thick, and it nudged at the entrance to your body, requesting access. Sebastian kissed your forehead in a light reassurance that he was still under your control, and was simply waiting for the order to stop.

"Do inform me if I injure you, and don't hesitate. I would not like to patch up internal bleeding if I can help it." His soft tone was annoying you slightly- dammit, he was supposed to be the master in this situation. Before you could address your complaints, he pressed into you, cock sliding in just like that. It made you whimper, back arching as he pressed himself inside easily. You mumble his temporary title, a broken moan of "master" as he begins to move into you.

His gentleness is infuriating, but you're sure he's just trying not to hurt you. Still, it isn't like you're made of glass. You frown at him, and he grins back. "Problem, my slave ? Is this enough for you ?"

The words make you tremble. As Sebastian seems to sense your gripes, he hums as he moves faster, hips creating a soft noise against your bare ass. He clings to your legs, hands gripping the back of your knees as he steadies himself. You've never met a more calculated and still man. It would've felt like a machine, had he not been so warm.

The slight position flip was unexpected, knees now to your ears as you let him have his way with you. "His way" may be far too gentle for your liking, but at least it was keeping you busy. You groan, head lolling back against the pillows as Sebastian pressed a kiss to your neck.

"I apologize if this isn't as demanding as you'd hoped, my slave," he sighed, picking up the pace slightly. "Contrary to popular belief, I am not one to exert my passion violently." He looks back down at you, your face colored beet red, eyes covered in the makeshift blindfold he'd settled for. "Perhaps this is torture enough, though." He had a point.

"I will get you a more comfortable blindfold," Sebastian murmurs, nose buried in the crook of your neck. "If you intend to do this more often, that is." His pace had actually become somewhat punishing, just slightly too fast for you to keep up with. Your moans echoed through the bedroom, the headboard beginning to thump softly against the wall.

"Isn't that nice ?" he whispers, hot breath ghosting over your neck. Sebastian braces his forehead on your shoulder, sighing. "Come on. Finish, won't you, slave ? I don't want to come before you do."

Another soft whine of "master," and you followed directions minutes after, body tensing and shaking as you came. He sighed appreciatively, burying himself to the hilt and releasing without so much more than a low groan.

"There," he nodded, considering his job well done. "I suppose that was pleasant for you, then. If you'd like to take our role-swap a bit further, I could go for a cup of tea," he chuckles. "Oh, no, don't make a face at me. I was merely jesting... yes, yes, I will fetch two cups for us. And then I will untie you. Don't run off, now."

Notes:

in the middle somewhere i mixed the mental image in my mind of sebastian up with kyoya ootori from ouran high school host club 😕

Chapter 21: Thigh Riding | Kid/Law

Notes:

i wrote this in public

Sabaody had been all too exciting once Law had assessed the situation he was in. The Worst Generation, all in one place. How fun. Surely it was expected they'd be fighting, fucking, shoplifting, etcetera. Law had done his fair share of shoplifting, and perhaps too much more watching fights than participating.

Fucking, on the other hand... now, there was only one woman out of their whole group, and nobody seemed to be interested in Bonney and her gluttonous nature. Law was far more interested in whatever that sexy redhead with the fun lipstick had going on. It seemed it would be a hassle to seperate him from that equally-as-sexy blonde, but Law was never one to back down from a challenge.

It was in a bar where he'd gotten what he'd fought for, practically on Eustass' lap as he listened to the man talk about himself and his "partner." At first, Law had been discouraged by how he'd spoken about Killer- it was clear they had something going on, and he wasn't sure if Kid was willing to share himself. Only when Kid wrapped an arm arouns his waist and pulled him slightly closer was Law happy with his outcome, Kid knocking the hat off his head in jostling the smaller onto his lap.

"So, is this it ? Gettin' a kick out of leading me on for a quick fuck, are we ?" Kid's voice was wonderfully rough, as Law straddled his thick thigh. The man was built like a trunk- it was hard not to marvel at his muscles when Law's hand was traveling across his chest.

"Perhaps. Is that so wrong ? I am a pirate, after all." Law's purr set the tone, as well as the darkened corner they sat in, where Kid's men appeared to be conveniently looking the other way. Kid cackled at his words, hand coming to rest across his ass. "Be more subtle next time, Trafalgar. Don't wear skinny jeans to a pub."

Law pouted, arms wrapping around Kid's neck. What a man, he had to think. What a man. His muscles flexed slightly as Law pressed a kiss to his jaw, refusing to accept one to the mouth as Kid attempted to deepen it. Instead of continuing, Law left his neck alone in favor of grinding his knee into Kid's groin. The latter growled, teeth clenching as he quickly began to harden.

"Not much for affection, are we ?" Kid grunted, gripping his thigh. His leg suddenly bounced Law up, causing the smaller to gasp. "Don't play sensitive. Get to work. If you wanna grind up on me like that, make it quick. Captain Kid's gotta keep his public appearance up," he chuckled, jabbing a thumb at himself.

Law rolled his eyes. "How self-absorbed," he commented, hips beginning to sway. The firmness of Kid's thigh muscle made him bite his lip, cock growing hard in his pants. "Do you make your guard dog do this, too ?" he smirked, gesturing at Killer, across the bar. Kid frowned, bouncing his thigh once again, causing Law to grunt. "Don't make conclusions," he grumbled.

Definitely something going on, but it was worth it to remain oblivious for now. Instead, he began to roll his hips against Kid's thigh, quickly finding a rhythm that suited him. His clothed bulge rubbed against the leg he sat on, Law's breathing quickly becoming warm and heavy. It wasn't the ideal way to pleasure himself, but it certainly was making him feel quite hot and bothered.

"Ain't you a darling ?" Kid commented, rubbing Law's back as if he were consoling him. Law had begun to moan softly, rutting against his thigh like a dog. "You been fuckin' up on the rest of those freaks like this ?" Kid's implications made Law shudder, electric shocks shooting up his spine.

The bar may have been sneaking glances over to the pair in the corner, but Law was confident he was being as quiet as he could, even if it felt... so good.

His thrusts became faster, suddenly desperate to finish himself off like this. It felt demeaning to be humping Kid like a wild animal, but that made it all the more entertaining as Law ground his cock into the tense muscle.

"Calm down, now," Kid snorted. "Wouldn't want you to break my leg with all of that. How long's it been since you've been fucked proper ?"

Law can't consider it as he feels his cock twitch heavily in his pants. He buries his face in Kid's shoulder, mouth dropping open as he cums suddenly. Kid snickers, patting his back. "Alright, a long time, then. I'll break that streak for ya. I think I'm just about hard enough to put you to bed. Whaddaya say ?"

Notes:

feeling 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂™ tonight. will catch up my days hopefully

Chapter 22: Size Diff. | Doflamingo/Law

Notes:

REALLY sorry about the ship choice i personally am not into this but it was requested by a friend who would put me in a saw trap if i didnt do tgis bc she thinks its funny 😓

Law had tried his very best to keep his wits about him during his unfortunate capture, but it wasn't easy to look composed when chained to Doflamingo's bed. His position was incredibly compromising, as was Doflamingo's, hovering over him.

"Aren't you a wonderful little toy ? Only happy when cock is stuffed between your hips ? I barely even fit between your hips," he chuckled. "Maybe that's what you're looking for. If I could find dick that would stretch me open like this, I'd be set for life." He ran a finger over the hole around his dick, Law full fit to bursting as Doflamingo hammered him into his mattress.

"Delicious," he commented, after licking up a trail of Law's sweat from his shoulder. As Law tried and failed not to shove his ass back towards Doflamingo for more friction, he let his jaw fall open, gasping for air while Doflamingo pounded it out of him.

"So fun," he murmured, voice oddly conforting as it rumbled over Law like a wave. He sounded warm, the praise evident in his voice. What a conniving bitch, Law thought, trying to keep his face straight. "Don't scowl too hard now, Law. You'll get your face stuck like that. Make a pretty noise for me, Law."

Doflamingo leaned down, jamming his cock as far as it could reach, hitting Law's sweet spot and then some. It forced a moan from his mouth, voice cracking with the desperation in his throat. The king laughed, patting his back. "What a good boy !"

"These tattoos are so ugly," Doflamingo observed. "What a waste of perfect skin." He trailed long fingers over Law's dark flesh, tracing some slightly lighter patches left over from his old illness. "I should mark you up better than this. Perhaps a line right down the side of this little grin will do," he laughs, circling the smiley face on Law's back.

This filled Law with rage, quickly forgetting the position he was in as he attempted to lunge at Doflamingo. However, the larger man just dragged him upwards, clinging to him as he pounded into his body from a different angle. It made Law shout; his spine would snap if it arched any further.

"Ah, ah, ah," Doflamingo cooed, rubbing his cheek. "Don't get ahead of yourself. Keep this behavior up, and I'll present you to the family with my cum dripping out of your ass. Speaking of which," he grunted, pace growing impossibly faster. He groaned, hips meeting Law's ass hard enough to surely leave a mark, as well as finger-shaped scratches on his hips.

Law grit his teeth, cock trembling as Doflamingo worked him through another orgasm, possibly his third one. Meanwhile, Doflamingo finally came for the first time, crushing him back into the mattress as he rested his whole body weight down onto the younger man.

"Ohhh, baby," he snarled, emptying himself into Law. "Look at you. I wouldn't have been doing this if you hadn't weaseled your way out of my grasp all those years ago. It's no matter," Doflamingo chuckled, gently wiping sweat off of Law's face as he panted raggedly. "Here you are now, hm ? How about one more fucking before you get to see your old friends ?"

Notes:

shhh quiet

Chapter 23: Wall Sex | Doflamingo/Crocodile

Notes:

THE BIRTHDAY BOY !!... a short one for him today
ftm crocodile witj pussy... yauh

For his birthday, Crocodile had promised sex on every surface of Doflamingo's bedroom, to make up for the time they'd lost while he'd been shipped off with Cross Guild for a few months. Crocodile had only returned early October, and had forced Doflamingo, pent up and angry, to wait two whole weeks to fuck after he'd been back.

So, when Doflamingo woke up on his birthday, he had taken "every surface" so, so seriously.

They'd already done it on the bed, then the floor. Now, they were up against his wall, Crocodile groaning as Doflamingo slipped his cock into him for the third time.

"You're really still hard...?" he breathed, wrist bracing against the wall where his hook would've been. His cunt had already been stretched open nice and good from its sad months, empty, on a boat with a clown and a goth. What a joke.

"Fucking 'course I am," Doflamingo groaned, setting a hard pace immediately. Crocodile gasped, head tilting back. Doflamingo took the chance to grip his hair, dragging it back. "Oh my god. I missed you bad, Croccy." He'd repeated that about four-hundred times this morning, buried deep inside him each time.

Crocodile clenched his teeth, grumbling. Doflamingo's cock was long, thick, and an awfully angry red color, nearly purple from how he'd been needing Crocodile.

The latter furrowed his brow, hand trying to find purchase on the wall. "Fuck ! Slow down ! I'm gonna fall !" he snarled. Doflamingo chuckled, not slowing down one bit. "So good," he murmured, biting down on Crocodile's shoulder. Doflamingo reaches around him to cup his thick pecs, squeezing his nipples between two fingers. Their hips met with a slap, echoing through the bedroom.

"Yeah, yeah," Doflamingo mumbled. "I'm... I missed you." Croc sighed. "Stop saying that," he commanded, hand reaching down to grab Doflamingo's thigh and hoist him closer. Doflamingo frowned, gripping his hips tighter as he fucked him harder.

"I can't," Doflamingo sighed, burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Didn't you miss me too ?" His voice was uncharacteristically soft, Crocodile exhaling warmly as he turned his head back to eye him. "I did," he murmured, as Doflamingo leaned forward to kiss him.

Crocodile was wonderfully tight around him, Doflamingo grumbling as he wrapped his arms around the other man's torso. "C'mon," he panted. "Make me cum." His cock throbbed, Crocodile tensing with a whimper as he felt Doflamingo's grip tighten.

Croc's cheek pressed against the wall, Doflamingo pressing his forehead into the back of his head as he grumbled. Moments later, Crocodile felt him twitch, and Doflamingo finished quickly, filling him up. He sighed, mouth coming up to feverishly kiss the younger's shoulder. They were far from over, Crocodile still wound up.

"Happy birthday," he breathed, eyeing Doflamingo from behind him. He smirked, pulling out of Crocodile. "Where should we continue next ?" he purred, tugging Croc away from the wall.

Notes:

fianully... i am caught up

Chapter 24: Seduction | Pavi/The Repo Man

Notes:

not my firs ttimr writing repo fanfiction but it is my first time writing pavi.... my favorite manwhore

Nathan's weekly check for his reposession duties was always about as exciting as it could be, but tonight he'd been given a raise. A wonderful prospect in his otherwise dreary life. He planned takeout for him and Shilo tonight as he made his way out of Rotti's office in the towering GeneCo skyscraper, a special treat to reward both of them for no specific reason.

His footsteps echoed through the hallway, his boots rather loud, even against rough carpet. Rotti's office had its own, private elevator system, not connected to the one visible from outside the tower. It rose from the floor just beneath the office, a floor that was rather tedious to be walking on. It housed the seperate chambers of each Largo, and Nathan was quick to speed through it- but not quick enough tonight.

"Ah, Repo Man," a familiar voice breathed. Nathan shivered in discomfort and turned around, eyes meeting the hungry ones behind Pavi's fake face. His lips were painted rather dollishly tonight, corners swirled up into a little smirk. The slender figure leaned against a dark doorway, looking like a snake locked onto its prey.

"Prowling about-a the halls, I see. How late it is, hm ? And you still up here ?" Pavi's voice, while usually grating on Nathan's ears, seemed to be toned down, the Italian accent not as thick and loud as it usually was. It almost sounded real. The Repo Man coughed, straightening. "Yes- yes, I am. Meeting, with your dad," he huffed, readjusting his mask. Pavi looked dangerously thrilled.

"Aw," he sighed, reaching out to pull Nathan closer to him. The repo uniform's leather creaked as he moved, Pavi looking him over raptly. "Don't-a let daddy scare you. He'll kick-a the bucket soon, and then you'll be for me," Pavi giggles.

There was something in his tone that made Nathan shiver, in a cross between fear and something else. He eyed Pavi, entirely unsure of what the man is attempting right now. "Look, are you trying to get something out of me ?" He grumbled, trying to keep his voice as rough as possible. He couldn't afford to lose control of the situation. "I need to get back home. My daughter is waiting for me."

Pavi's lips widened in a bigger smile, hand squeezing Nathan's forearm. "Can't she take care of herself ?" he pouts, drawing nearer. "Keep the Pavi's company for a while, yes ? I'm too lonely for you to-a leave."

It occured to Nathan that Pavi was attempting to get him in bed with him. Of course. What else would this particular Largo want ? The problem was, Nathan genuinely considered it for a moment.

"I really shouldn't," he said, firmly. "Your father would-"

"Who-a cares about my father ?" he whined, spunding hurt. Pavi resorted to placing himself in Nathan's arms, watching his eyes through the blue visor closely. They widened, looking shocked that Pavi was actually attempting such a thing. In the end, the younger man ended up leaning in, pressing a kiss to the mouth of the mask, Nathan's entire body going stiff. He couldn't lose the battle to him, he couldn't....

"If I-a had say in you, I'd treat you much better.." he murmurs, running his fingers over the leather. It occured to Nathan that he was now standing closer to the bedroom door than Pavi was, the cunning bastard. Did he really want to do this ? Looking at a wall clock in the hall, it was 9 PM. No sound came from either of the other three rooms, and there didn't appear to be any surveillance in the hallway. Nobody would know if Nathan succumbed to the offer.

"I see you're thinking about it," Pavi purrs, encasing himself in the Repo Man's arms. Nathan's heart beat rapidly against his shoulder, struggling to win here. Pavi was like the patron god of temptation, and Nathan could feel himself falling for it. He might get himself killed along the way, but all of this had worked him up a little, and he was willing to see what else Pavi could do.

Nathan ended up backing into the bedroom, pulling Pavi with him. The cunning little man kicked the door shut, immediately pouncing on him with fervor. He knocked the mask off, Nathan's heart jumping as their lips crashed together. It was nearly irresistible, if Nathan hadn't also been panicking about potential consequences.

Somwthing hit the back of his thighs, and Nathan falls back onto Pavi's bed. He could barely see the room he was in, trusting that it was as opulent as Pavi himself.

"I like-a good leather outfit," he murmured, stopping Nathan, who'd gone to take his gloves off. "Sexier that way," he laughed.

Nathan had been brought up to lean Pavi back against his pillows, gripping the body beneath him. Pavi's cold lips sent a thrill through him that was unidentifiable and mildly concerning. As he listened to the shuffle of Pavi's clothes, squinting through the darkness, he considered their situation.

"I didn't take you as the type to be interested in me," he mumbled, implying more than just himself. Pavi laughed, the glint of bare, pale skin in the darkness making Nathan's stomach flip. "What ? Men ? I am, in-a fact. The Pavi has time for anyone," he smirked proudly.

Nathan realized, as he pulled Pavi's naked body closer to himself, how quickly it took him to crumble for the man. What an embarrassing prospect.

Pavi looked excited through the darkness, bringing a hand down to grope at the older's half-hard dick through his pants. Nathan's back straightened, his breath catching in a gasp. Bold and unexpected, he couldn't say he hated it. He leaned over Pavi, eyes trying to look in any direction but his face.

Pavi chuckled, giving him one final squeeze to draw a grunt from him. "Come on. I don't-a have all night. Isn't your girl waiting for you ?" He had a point. Nathan sighed, quickly working open his pants.

He would've at least fingered Pavi, but it appeared to already have been done, as he was coaxed into just fucking him already. Nathan edged himself inside the man, before sighing and just shoving himself inside. Pavi couldn't complain, even as he cooed sadly like an injured bird. "Ooh, that hurt," he whimpered.

Nathan huffed, gripping both his thighs. "No it didn't," he rumbled, pulling Pavi's hips closer to meet his. He began with a pace that bordered on fast, Pavi's moaning about as high-pitched as his voice.

Nathan exhaled, warm breath grazing over Pavi's leg. "It's a wonder you don't get bored of this," he clenched, forcing his legs up by his head as his pace grew faster.

Pavi opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ended up just sighing and snapping his jaw shut. A groan escaped his lips that sounded different from the others, slightly lower as he curved his back. "F-fu-uc-k," he choked, Nathan's brows perking. Fucking the Italian accent out of him was a funny prospect.

Nathan switched their positions in hopes of keeping him entertained, folding his legs over to the side and rolling him onto his chest. Pavi complied with a surprised "ooh !", his grin widening as if he hadn't expected it.

"What ?" Nathan huffed, gripping his hip. Pavi simply giggled softly, burying his pretty face in his pillow. From behind, Nathan could pretend he wasn't fucking his boss' son. Just the acceptance of the situation made him shiver. At least it wasn't either of his siblings, although Amber appeared to have a morbid interest in him.

Pavi was not that bad, actually. As Nathan's thrusts became faster, he began to groan along with Pavi's weak moaning. He was tight, more than Nathan could say he expected from someone like him. As Pavi leaned back to meet each thrust, Nathan's grip on his hips got tighter, and eventually, he made a choked noise, spilling his load into the delighted man beneath him.

It didn't take long for Pavi to follow suit; Nathan ended up tiredly rocking him through his orgasm, before nearly collapsing on him. The younger writhed in pleasure, kicking his feet happily.

"Y-you're gr-reat," he sighed, in a voice that Nathan didn't expect whatsoever. It almost startled him, Nathan looking to his right as if someone else was in the room with them.

"N-now leave," Pavi commanded, Nathan picking up on a light stutter. "It's al-almost ten. Don't k-k-keep that girl waiting."

Nathan did as told, after a few minutes of Pavi laughing at him as he searched for his mask on the dark floor. He left with a flush on his cheek, annoyed at being dismissed so simply after all that. However, his thoughts returned to dinner as he rode the elevator down. Did Shilo like Chinese food ?

Notes:

ASSHOLE
why was this SO long 😭