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THE LIST:

Day 1. Hina x Smoker - Pegging

Day 2. Alvida x Buggy - Titfucking

Day 3. Shanks x Mihawk - Boot worship

Day 4. Gin x Prostitute!Sanji - Prostitution

Day 5. Rob Lucci x Paulie - Collars

Day 6. Law x Penguin x Shachi - Frottage

Day 7. Wife!Vivi x Husband!Kohza - Loss of Virginity

Day 8. Husband!Mihawk x Wife!Boa Hancock - Breeding

Day 9. Ace x Sanji - Glory Hole

Day 10. Sabo x Koala - Praise Kink

Day 11. Zoro x O-Kiku - Sensory Deprivation

Day 12. Sanji x Pedro - Somnophilia

Day 13. Robin x Jinbei - Size Difference

Day 14. Shanks x Buggy - Orgasm Denial

Day 15. Zoro x Sanji x Ace - Temperature Play

Day 16. Caesar Clown x Doflamingo - Semi Public

Day 17. Luffy x Nami x Zoro - Double penetration

Day 18. Zoro x Sanji - Spanking

Day 19. Hawkins x X Drake - Exhibitionism

Day 20. Luffy x Nami - Foodplay

Day 21. Franky x Robin - Lingerie

Day 22. Crocodile x Doflamingo - Bondage

Day 23. Sanji x Usopp - Deepthroat/Facesitting

Day 24. Incubus!Crocodile x Naga!Mihawk x Buggy - Oviposition

Day 25. Luffy x Nami - Edgeplay

Day 26. Zoro x Helmeppo - Overstimulation

Day 27. Mr. 5 x Miss Valentine - S&M

Day 28. Zoro x Perona - Cockbulge

Day 29. Monet x Law - Breathplay

Day 30. Mihawk x Boa Hancock - Body Worship

Day 31. Caesar Clown x Law - Tentacles

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Smoker and Hina had been together for almost three years now and had known each other for much longer. Their sex life was great, but something had been bugging Hina for a while. It's not that she didn't love Smoker, but he always ended up on top. Hina had tried to top before, but to no avail. But tonight, would be different. She had gone out earlier and bought a dildo about the same size as Smoker's own family jewels. She chuckled as she glanced inside the box again.

"Hope you're ready, baby," she muttered with a smirk. The rear admiral waited until late at night until Smoker returned back to their shared quarters. She could smell the cigar smoke from the bedroom as she finished doing her hair and got comfortable on the edge of the bed. 

"Hina?" Smoker's deep voice called out. She heard the heavy thud of his boots by the door.

"Bedroom!" His steps got closer and he opened the door, his free hand taking his sunglasses off.

"Hina, I-." The vice admiral's words got caught in his throat and the cigars in his mouth fell to the floor when he finally laid eyes on his woman. She sat on the edge of their large bed, one leg crossed over the other wearing a sheer silk robe that daintily fell over one shoulder and her hair was up in a loose twist being held by a clip. She scoffed and got up, leaning down to pick up the cigars. Smoker gulped softly as this granted him a rather generous view of her chest.

"Honestly, are you trying to burn the place down?" she asked, putting out the cigars in an ashtray. Smoker ignored the question.

"What...are you wearing?" Hina raised an eyebrow, playing dumb.

"Clothes? Were you out in the sun too long today or something?" Smoker's eyes narrowed as he slowly moved behind her, grasping her hips with his large hands as he pressed his pelvis into her backside causing her to shudder slightly when she felt his slowly hardening dick. 

"You know exactly what I mean," he muttered softly. "What's the occasion?" Hina tilted her head back to rest on his chest. 

"No occasion, handsome...but..."

"But?" Smoker repeated, a shit eating smirk growing on his face.

"But...I want to take the lead tonight." The remark caught Smoker off guard. The room was silent for a couple minutes that felt a lot longer to Hina than they should have. She was beginning to regret even considering asking him. Right when she was about to open her mouth to take it back, when Smoker chuckled and lowered his head down to her neck, placing small kisses on it.

"How could I say no to a beautiful woman?" Hina's heart leapt to her throat.

"You sure?"

"Why not? I've taken the lead for a while. Why not let you see if you can handle it?" The last remark caused Hina's head to snap up.

"See if I can handle it?" she questioned, her tone low. She reached up and grabbed Smoker by his slicked back hair, tugging his head down to hers eliciting a quick grunt from the taller man. "Challenge accepted, White Hunter." Hina was quick to push him down on the bed, only giving him a few seconds to come to his senses before she straddled him, kissing him fiercely, tangling her fingers back in his hair as she ground her hips against his, pushing her breasts against his strong chest. She slipped the large marine jacket off his shoulders and took out her clip, letting her long pink hair fall beautifully down her back. Sitting up, she gently dragged her nails tantalizingly slow down his chest, tracing his abs. Smoker smirked.

"Are you actually going to do anything or are you too scared?" he teased, squeezing her thigh. Hina's fingers twitched. 

"Don't be so cocky, White Hunter," she snapped, digging her nails a little harder into his sides. Smoker just continued to smirk at her. She slipped off his lap and knelt on the floor, reaching under the bed for her special box. 

"What's that?" This time it was Hina's turn to smirk. She opened the box and had to suppress a giggle when she saw his eyes widen. Hina climbed back onto his lap and kissed his cheek, reaching for the lube in the top drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. 

"Too scared, baby?" she asked with a teasing grind of her hips. Smoker cleared his throat and looked away from her eyes.

"...No," he mumbled quietly. Hina pressed a sweet kiss to his lips with a smile. She unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down, taking his boxer down with them. Smoker shifted a little and gave the edge of Hina's robe a small tug. "How come I'm the only one naked?" The pink haired woman gave a small subtle roll of her eyes and untied her robe, shrugging it off and tossing it to the corner of the room. Smoker raked his eyes over her body before sitting up and leaning forward, kissing her deeply.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he muttered against her lips. She chuckled and pulled away.

"If you're trying to butter me up to change my mind...all I have to say is, nice try," she said, slipping the dildo into the harness and slipping the harness around her hips. She settled herself between Smoker's legs, exposing his hole to her. Squeezing some of the lube on her fingers, she circled her index finger around the rim, causing him to jump slightly at the unfamiliar touch. 

"Just relax. It's merely a bit of prepping." With that, she slid one finger inside his ass. Smoker held back a noise of surprise as she gently pumped in and out a few times before adding a second finger. It was when the third finger was added when Smoker finally snapped.

"Damnit, woman, if you keep teasing me-." Hina kissed him to silence him and pulled her fingers out. She covered the dildo with lube, making sure that it was completely covered before positioning the tip at his hole. 

"Ready?" Smoker took a deep breath and nodded. Hina, slowly and carefully, began to push the dildo inside of Smoker. This time, Smoker couldn't conceal his noises. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back at the feeling. Hina stopped about halfway and kissed his shoulders. 

"You doing ok?"

"Y-Yes...please, keep going." Hina continued pushing in the dildo at an agonizingly slow pace until Smoker's ass finally rested on her hips as she reached the base. Smoker's body shook with a full body shudder and he grasped the sheets tightly. "Oh....fuck." Hina raised an eyebrow. She had never heard that kind of tone from him before. 

"Do you like that, baby?" she asked with a small thrust of her hips. 

"God, yes, keep going," he whispered. Hina chuckled and began a steady rhythm with her thrusts, keeping them short, but reaching the base every time she pushed back in. Smoker groaned again as she sped up slightly. This continued for a couple minutes until Hina pulled out, causing Smoker's eyes to snap open. 

"Why did you-?"

"On your hands and knees, baby," Hina told him, her tone leaving no room for argument. Smoker slowly pushed himself around on his stomach before positioning himself just as Hina wanted.

She ran her hands down the globes of his ass before gripping them and shoving the dildo right back in. Smoker cried out at the rough intrusion but continued to moan nonetheless as Hina thrust her hips, fucking him at a much faster pace. The pink haired woman regretted not thinking to have him face the mirror because what she wouldn't give to see his face right now. And what a sight it would be. Smoker's face was red as a ruby, his eyes were half crossed and his mouth was open, his tongue so close to lolling out. His hands gripped the sheets beneath him as his arms trembled.

"H-Hina…I'm close," he groaned, his dick leaking with pre cum. Hina leaned over his back, her breasts pressed against his shoulder blades as she reached around his waist and gripped his dick in her soft hand. Smoker let out an embarrassing whine at the touch causing Hina to giggle. 

"Cum for me, baby," she whispered lustfully in his ear. Those words alone had Smoker's arms give out beneath him as he choked out a loud moan as long, thick ropes of cum shot out on to the bed. Hina fucked him through it, pumping him at the same time, getting slower as the ropes slowed down.

After a minute or two, Hina gently pulled out and Smoker collapsed completely on the bed. She took the harness off and walked into the bathroom, putting it and the dildo into the sink and turning on the water in the shower. She helped Smoker off the bed and walked them both into the large neo angle shower, letting the water fall on to the them. Hina kept her arms around his waist as Smoker leaned against the tile, his hands on her hips as his breathing steadily returned to normal. 

"You ok?" she asked, looking up at him. He nodded. "Did you like it?" A large blush bloomed on his face and he tucked his head into her neck. Hina smirked. 

"I'll take that as a yes."

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“You want to do what?” The seemingly normal day had taken a turn for Buggy the Clown after having been approached by his fiancee, Alvida. 

“I want to borrow your dick.” she simply said with a shrug. Buggy’s eyebrow was raised in utter confusion. It’s not that they hadn’t fucked before, but Buggy had always been there with her to flashily bring her over the edge multiple times. She never had asked him for just his dick and nothing else. 

“Baby, if you want the Buggy Special, all you have to do is ask,” he told her. Alvida rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, her engagement ring glinting in the sunlight. 

“Buggy…” she dragged out, tapping her foot against the wooden planks of the ship. Buggy laughed loudly and pulled out a small bag.

“Alright, alright, no need to beg.” He shoved the bag into his pants and after a few seconds, pulled it back out, handing it to her. 

“Don’t choke on it!” he teased, before yelping in pain when she kicked him. 

(Later)

It had been a couple hours and while he would never admit it, Buggy was getting a little worried. After he had given his precious package to Alvida, she had disappeared. He sat on his throne on his ship as the crew laughed and drank around him, partying for absolutely no reason. 

‘Wonder what she’s doing.’

Back in her and Buggy’s room, Alvida had been pacing. She had placed Buggy’s dick, balls included, on her vanity and was wondering what she was going to do with it. She was still recovering from a rather rough fucking from a couple days ago. She flopped on the bed, groaning in annoyance into her pillow. Bringing her face up, she glanced again at the still flaccid dick. Buggy was no doubt wondering what she was up to right now. Sitting back up, she tsked in annoyance when she noticed that one of her breasts had slipped out of her bikini top. She moved to fix it when a lightbulb went off in her head. Alvida looked between her cleavage and Buggy’s dick a few times before a sultry smile spread across her face. 

“Bingo.”

Back on deck, Buggy downed yet another tankard of sake, grinning as his crew cheered. He sat back, putting his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. It was good to be captain. But, his relaxed state didn’t last for long. Suddenly a sudden touch caused his eyes to spring open and he sat up with a start. He looked around. There was no one standing near him. Another touch, but this time it lingered. Buggy was about to shout at his crew, when the touch began to move up and down and Buggy slumped in his seat with a small gasp. That’s when it hit him.

Alvida

Back in the room, Alvida had moved Buggy’s dick from her vanity over to the bed and she was pumping it, trying to get it to wake up. It twitched a few times before slowly hardening in her hand. In only a minute or two, it was fully erect and standing at attention right in front of her. Originally, she planned to just treat him with a blowjob, but what she decided on was much better. 

Clad in only her lace pastel pink panties, Alvida laid on her stomach and sandwiched her fiance’s dick between her ample breasts. She squished them together, rubbing them up and down, even licking the tip ever so slightly. Just enough to get him to squirm. She could feel his dick furiously twitching as a small bead of pre cum escaped the tip and she sucked it without a second thought. 

She could almost see Buggy on deck now. Face red, one hand probably over his mouth trying to remain calm in front of his crew. Maybe some of his makeup was smudged. 

She was about to wrap her lips around the tip when the door burst open. Alvida sat up, startled, and held back a small scream of surprise. Buggy stood in the doorway, hat gripped in his hand, his chest heaving up and down as he locked eyes with her. Alvida said nothing and slowly started to pump his detached dick in her manicured hand. 

"What's wrong, honey? Cat got your tongue?" she mused in a faux sweet voice. Buggy grumbled something under his breath, tossing his hat on to his desk on the other side of the room and briskly walked over to her. He reattached his dick and slammed the raven haired woman down by her shoulders on the mattress. 

Alvida gulped. She hated to admit it but Buggy looked slightly terrifying right now. Like a predator having finally cornered its prey after chasing it for too long. 

"Buggy-?" Her voice was cut off by a sudden moan when Buggy straddled her stomach and positioned his dick right back in the valley of her breasts. He eagerly grabbed them both, kissing them a few times and then pushing them together. The soon to be married couple moaned together as Buggy hurriedly fucked Alvida's breasts. 

"By the gods, Alvida, your boobs are by far the flashiest thing I've ever seen. They're like heaven. And they're. All. Mine." he groaned out, his voice going down to a low growl at the end that sent shivers up Alvida's spine. 

She didn't answer. Instead she opened her mouth, making sure to suck Buggy’s tip every time it reappeared by her face during his thrusting. The action did not fail to make Buggy moan loudly, his hands tightening on her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples, causing her to whine.

"Alvida…" Buggy sighed. 

"Cum, honey. Come on my face, I don't mind." Buggy didn't argue. He sped up the pace of his thrusting before grunting as white streams of his cum shot, hitting Alvida's face and collarbone. The red nosed man released his fiancee's breasts and rolled over on his back next to her. When she sat up, he noticed how messy he had made her. 

"Geez, I'm sorry, babe. And I even got it in your hair. Want a shower?" he asked. Alvida smiled. Buggy may be a jerk sometimes but he was an absolute king at aftercare. She reached up and poked his nose with a chuckle.

"Only if you join me." Buggy smirked and kissed the palm of her hand. 

"I like the way you think, woman," he teased before hurrying off too the adjoining bathroom. Alvida couldn't help but tenderly smile at the action. In public, they were a feared pirate couple, never to be underestimated or looked down on. But in private, they were two people hopelessly in love with each other. Alvida sighed as she wiped her face with a makeup wipe from her vanity. 

She couldn't wait to get married. 

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Shanks was helpless

Utterly and almost embarrassingly helpless

He, a yonko, a famous and feared pirate captain, a former member of the Roger Pirates…

Turned into utter putty under another man's golden gaze.

Well…more like glare. 

Mihawk was no nonsense. He said what was on his mind and had no problems wiping out anyone who got in his way. 

So why does he let this red haired oaf get so close to him all the time? 

Shanks had practically done it all for Mihawk. Handjobs, blowjobs, mutual masturbation, frottage, strip teasing, sat for hours with a vibrator shoved in him, just shy of his prostate, and even put on a maid dress for him. Mihawk loved it all but it was always difficult to convince him to do it. They had never gone as far as penetration, even fingering. But Shanks was willing to wait. He loved the swordsman too much to complain. 

During one day, Shanks was feeling particularly horny. He showed up at Mihawk's castle on Kuraigana Island randomly, and walked inside without knocking. 

"What do you want, Red Hair?" Mihawk asked, paying no attention to the disheveled yonko standing in the doorway of his study. 

"C'mon, Hawkeyes," Shanks whined. "I haven't seen you in five months and that's the best you can do?" Mihawk just glanced up at him from his newspaper with a sharp glare. Shanks threw his cloak and sword off to the side, leaving him in just his half buttoned white shirt and his shorts. He walked over to where Mihawk was, gesturing to his problem. 

"What do you plan to do about this?" he asked with a huff. Mihawk raised an eyebrow.

"You have a hand, take care of it yourself." Shanks whined again. 

"Mihawk!!!" The swordsman rolled his eyes and placed his paper down. He turned in his chair to face the other man, legs spread ever so slightly. Shanks dropped to his knees before him, hand reaching for the button on his pants, but Mihawk pressed his boot to his chest and pushed him back. 

"Did I say you could do that?" Shanks shook his head.

"No sir." Mihawk titled his head, examining the flushed face in front of him, his gold eyes traveled down to stare at Shanks' heaving chest. With a hum, Mihawk placed the tip of his boot at the redhead's cheek. 

Shanks got the message. In only a couple seconds, he began to kiss and kick the shoe, his hand cupping the heel. Mihawk leaned back to observe. His boots weren't dirty in the slightest. Maybe a tad scuffed here and there. But Mihawk was enjoying watching the yonko lose all self control just from having his boot in his face. 

Shanks continued cleaning. He licked and kissed everywhere and anywhere. He was so hard it was almost painful. He wanted to reach down into his pants so badly but he knew that doing that would require letting go of Mihawk's boot so he resisted. However, the black haired man seemed to read his mind because he suddenly pressed his other foot on to Shanks' crotch. The yonko moaned loudly, his tongue half out of his mouth as saliva dripped off Mihawk's boot and on to the floor beneath them. He sucked the lower buckle on the leather shoe and humped the other desperately. 

"Mihawk," Shanks whimpered, pressing kiss after kiss on the boot. "Please…" Mihawk sighed as Shanks licked a long stripe up the side of his boot, stopping only to suck on the top buckle. He pulled it away and tilted the other man's face up to look at him with it. 

"Stand up," he ordered

Shanks did as he was told. 

"On the desk, on your back."

Shanks did as he was told, knocking a few things over in the process. 

Mihawk undid his own pants just enough to pull out his dick and pulled Shanks' shorts off completely, positioning himself between his legs.

"Mihawk, please," Shanks begged again, bucking his hips up. Mihawk hovered over him, holding his waist as he teased his tip over the other man's entrance. Shanks had tears going down his face at this point. Mihawk chuckled and leaned down, kissing his cheekbones, then his lips before ghosting his lips over his ear. 

"Happy Birthday, Red Hair," he muttered before thrusting inside.

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Gin had never felt so nervous in his entire life. 

The Krieg Pirates had docked at a town that was notorious for its red light district. Anything you could ever want, you could get there. 

Practically each and every crew member practically leapt off the ship and ran to the town. Krieg stayed behind, not interested whatsoever and Gin was slower in catching up. When he arrived, he already saw many of his crew members chatting up the women there. Hell, even Pearl had a gorgeous redhead hanging off his arm. Gin tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he walked through the street. There were many beautiful women but none that struck a chord with him. Eventually, he did approach one, but he had other intentions. 

"E-Excuse me, would you by any chance know if there are any…m-men I could s-spend time with?" he asked with a beet red. However, instead of giving him a confused look the woman just smiled and giggled a little. 

“Oh, sweetie, no need to be embarrassed. You’re not the first to ask this question,” she told him. She gave him directions and he quickly thanked her, hiding his blush when she gave him a wave along with a “have fun!”. Gin walked quickly, following the directions the woman gave him, not wanting his crew mates to see him leaving. 

Gin wandered around the area for a while. There were handsome men wherever he looked. He searched for about half an hour for someone. There was a black haired man with multiple freckles, a green haired man missing one eye, and a rather tall redhead with a metal arm and a sour look on his face. All of them looked like they would treat Gin to a nice time…

So why wasn't he approaching them?

He was about to call it quits and head back to the ship, when something, or rather someone, caught his eye. A man stood off to the side, leaning up against a wall smoking a cigarette. He was relatively tall with long legs, blonde hair that covered one eye, and neatly trimmed facial hair. 

He was gorgeous.

Gin stood and stared at the man longer than he meant to. Without realizing it, he began to walk towards him. 

'What are you doing??' Gin thought to himself. 'Turn back!! You haven't thought about what you're going to say!! What are you going to do?? How does one even strike up a conversation in this place??'

He now stood right in front of the man. 

'Fuck.'

The blonde glanced at the dark haired man in front of him and blew a long cloud of smoke from his lips. 

"Yes?" he asked, his voice smoother than the finest silk in the grand line.

"H-How much?" Gin blurted out. He wanted to hit himself with his own tonfa. Someone dig his grave for him, please. Here lies Gin; he died embarrassed and horny. 

But, to his surprise, the blonde chuckled and stepped on his cigarette, his one visible blue eye trailing over Gin's form. 

"Well, usually I don't cater to pirates, but you're cute. I'll charge 23,000 beli. Sounds fair?" Gin nodded quickly and dug his hands through his pockets, taking out many crumpled bills. He counted out 23,000 and handed it to him. The blonde recounted it, pocketed it and gestured with his head in a direction down the street. 

"Follow me."

The blonde led Gin to a love hotel where after a few words with the receptionist, they were allowed access to one of the rooms. The room itself was large and fancy, much more than what Gin is used to, given his living quarters on the ship. 

"Do you want any champagne?" Gin jumped slightly at the sound of the other man's voice. He stood by the bed, a bottle in his hands. 

"No thanks," he mumbled. The blonde shrugged and poured a glass for himself. He took a sip, sighed, then took another sip.

"By the way, my name's Sanji." Gin cleared his throat and nodded. 

"That's a nice name. I'm Gin." Sanji chuckled and set the glass down, sitting on the bed. 

“You don’t have to be so nervous, I don’t bite, you know.” Gin nodded again, avoiding eye contact. He twisted his hands together, shuffling where he was standing. He hadn’t taken one step since he had gotten there.

“Gin?” He jumped slightly. Sanji beckoned him over, sitting up straighter on the bed. Gin shakily walked over. Sanji put his hands on his hips and pulled him on to the bed with him, rolling them over so Gin was on his back and he was straddling his lap. 

"This is your first time isn't it?" he asked. Gin shook his head.

"No it's not actually. But it is my first time with, uh, you- you know, a-." Sanji put his finger on his lips. 

"Relax. Are you sure you want to do this? I do offer refunds if you don't feel comfortable." 

"N-No, I want this." Gin said, running his shaky hands over Sanji's thighs. 

"Alright, then." With that, Sanji leaned down and started kissing Gin's neck softly. The taller man's breath hitched and his grip tightened on the blonde's legs. He could feel himself getting hard, but no words were coming out of his mouth to convey what he wanted. Sanji pushed his jacket off his shoulders and trailed his slender fingers over the long scar over his chest. He unbuttoned his own shirt and left it on but open, displaying his chest and stomach. Gin gulped. The man was definitely fit, but had such a lean waist. He shivered when Sanji’s finger swiftly undid the sash around his waist and pulled it away. He trailed kisses down his abs and Gin nearly had a heart attack when he pulled the zipper of his pants down with his teeth. 

“S-Sanji,” Gin muttered when the other man pressed a small kiss to the tent in his underwear. Sanji shushed him slowly and once again used his teeth to pull the waistband down, revealing his hard member. Gin moaned softly as Sanji ran his tongue from the base to the tip. He pressed a few kisses to it before engulfing the top half in his mouth. Gin’s back arched off the bed as he cried out at the sudden sensation. Sanji sucked semi roughly, bobbing his head up and down, going deeper each time. The dark haired man moaned as his hand found its way to Sanji’s hair. He thread his fingers through the strands, feeling its soft texture as he gently guided his head through the bobbing motions. Sanji increased the roughness of his sucking, bobbing his head even faster. Gin’s moans gradually got louder and he could feel his release bubbling in his gut. 

However, right as he was about to burst, Sanji pulled his head back, his mouth leaving his dick. Gin breathed heavily as he looked at Sanji with confusion and desperation.

“W-What are you doing?” Sanji chuckled and moved to stand up, unbuckling his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift motion revealing his half hard cock.

“Can’t have this end so soon,” he teased, pumping himself before crawling back towards the older man and straddling his lap again. Gin’s dick was now nestled between Sanji’s ass, so close yet so far away from what he wanted. Gin gazed up at Sanji. The moonlight coming through the window and the candle lantern that was lit on the corner table made him look beautiful, lips slick and swollen, pupil dilated. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered in awe, reaching up to cup the blonde’s cheek. Sanji blushed in surprise. Previous clients never said anything like this before. He cleared his throat and hoped the older man couldn't see his red cheeks. 

"Thanks." He teased the tip of Gin's dick before slowly sinking down. Both of them moaned, Gin gripping Sanji's hips with an iron hold. Sanji had definitely taken bigger before, but it was obvious to him that Gin hadn't done this in quite a while. 

"How long has it been? Six months? Eight?" Gin blushed at the question. 

"Two years," he mumbled, embarrassed. Sanji chuckled and leaned down to kiss the corner of Gin's mouth before starting to bounce. 

"Then I'll make the wait worthwhile~." The sounds of skin slapping against each other and the moans and grunts of both men echoed through the room. 

"Sanji…Sanji…" Gin groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet his bounces halfway. Sanji gasped at the feeling. 

This continued for a minute until Gin felt it was going too slow. Rather than ask Sanji to speed up, however, Gin planted his feet on to the mattress and began to roughly trust up, fucking Sanji hard and fast. Sanji's moans pitched up an octave and his head fell back. 

"Oh, fuck, Gin," he moaned. "You're so-... I'm gonna-!" With a sudden shaky cry, Sanji came, his release splattering over his and Gin's chest. Gin fucked him through his orgasm, even reaching over to stroke his dick as he came down from his high. With a couple more thrusts, Gin was on the edge as well. 

"Gonna cum!" he grunted, gritting his teeth. 

"Come inside me," Sanji whispered. His insides tightened over Gin's dick and that was it. 

"Sanji!!" Gin cried as he came harder than he ever had in his entire life. His body convulsed and shook at the mind breaking sensation. Once he was empty and spent, his head collapsed on the pillow beneath him as he caught his breath. Sanji smirked and lifted himself off Gin's softening dick, cum already threatening to leak out. He hurried to the shower and cleaned himself off, making sure to grab some towels and water for Gin as well.

When he came back from the bathroom, Gin was already asleep. Sanji felt his lips curve into a small smile as he lifted the covers of the bed, making sure to not wake Gin as he pulled the sheets over him. He was about to leave, when a hand shot out to grab his wrist. Sanji looked back with a surprised look on his face. Gin, half asleep, tugged Sanji gently in his direction. 

"Don't go," he mumbled before dozing off again. Sanji sighed, but he lifted the covers to join Gin in bed. Gin's arms un unconsciously wrapped themselves around the blonde's shoulders and his face buried itself in his hair. Sanji chuckled softly. He knew that he would be gone in the morning before Gin woke up, but maybe some cuddling wouldn't be so bad after all. 

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"THIS IS HUMILIATING!!" Paulie yelled in protest as he was forced to follow Lucci down the halls of the CP0 base in Dressrosa. A white diamond studded collar was secure around his neck and a matching leash was attached, the opposite end being held by Lucci himself. 

The taller man rolled his eyes and simply gave a sharp tug on the leash, prompting Paulie to walk faster to keep up. The blonde haired man growled in protest and the sound actually made Lucci crack a smile. 

"See? Animals need to be kept on a leash around here." Paulie exploded, shouting obscenities and swears, but Lucci ignored him. The other Cipher Pol members laughed as the two walked past them on the stairs leading up to the rooms. Paulie tried taking the collar off, but it had a key that was on a leather string around Lucci's neck. 

The two continued to walk up the rather long flight of stairs before reaching a hallway that was lined with doors. Lucci pulled Paulie with him into the room at the very end of the hallway, closing and locking the door behind him. 

"Finally, can I take this thing off now?" Paulie asked, trying to wiggle his fingers under the collar. 

"No," Lucci snapped. He sat down at the foot of his bed and pointed in front of him. "On your knees."

"Absolutely not!! I- ACH!!!" Paulie's words were cut off when Lucci harshly tugged on the leash, forcing the blonde to his knees between his legs. Paulie wheezed, coughing slightly. Lucci studied his face for a moment. He swiftly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out. Paulie's eyes widened. 

"What are you-??!!" 

"You're gonna suck me off." Paulie opened his mouth to protest, but Lucci tugged the collar again making the blond’s voice catch in his throat. “And you’re gonna do it nicely. Now…get to work.” Paulie muttered something under his breath but opened his mouth regardless. He pressed a few hesitant kisses on random spots of Lucci’s dick, licking ever so slightly, before moving up to focus on the tip. This continued for a good minute until Lucci rolled his eyes and gripped handfuls of Paulie’s hair.

“I said suck me, not tease me, you little slut,” he snapped before pulling Paulie’s face all the way down until his nose rested against his pelvis. Paulie choked and sputtered at the sudden intrusion but Lucci simply pulled on the collar.

“You really need to learn to breathe through your nose.” Lucci started thrusting up into Paulie’s mouth, his dick sliding along the hot wet walls of his throat. One hand remained tangled in his hair to make sure he didn’t pull off while the other tightly gripped the leash.

“Fuucckk, yes, good boy,” Lucci praised as Paulie ran his tongue over the sensitive parts of his cock, somewhat desperate to get this over with. “You’re actually doing well. You see? This is what you were meant to do. A pet always needs his master,” Lucci said with a smirk, giving another humiliating tug at the leash. Paulie sped up his sucking and licking after that.

‘God damnit, fucking cum already!’ He didn’t want this to go on long enough for Lucci to notice he was actually hard. Lucci’s speed had increased into short rabbit thrusts and he panted loudly, feeling that wonderful sensation brewing in his lower stomach. 

“Mmm FUCK!” he shouted, giving Paulie no warning at all as his release burst into his mouth. Paulie tried to pull off, but Lucci didn’t let him, forcing the blond to swallow it all, and causing what he missed to bubble around the corners of his mouth and drip down his chin. Lucci finally did take Paulie’s head off his cock and he coughed and wheezed profanities at the taller man for a little while until Lucci pushed Paulie on his back with his foot, his right hand still tightly curled around the leash. 

“Don’t try to act like you didn’t enjoy that, pet,” he said, his voice dropping an octave as he moved his shoe down lower to gently press against Paulie’s erection. Paulie bit his lip to conceal the moan that threatened to escape but his red face was a clear indicator of his desires. Lucci smirked, dropping the leash and walking to the door. 

“I’ll be back in two hours. There’s something in the drawer that I want you to have in use by the time I return.” He then closed and locked the door behind him. Paulie scoffed and reluctantly opened the drawer to Lucci’s desk. Inside was a dog tail butt plug and a bottle of lube. His face burst a bright shade of red and he slammed the door shut.

“Like hell I’m wearing that!!” he screamed, despite the fact that no one could hear him. He then moved to try and take the collar off when a sudden, horrible realization dawned on him.

Lucci had the key.

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Law sat back, tattooed hand swirling the dark alcohol in the glass he held as he watched Penguin and Shachi kiss feverishly, moaning as they undressed each other. The surgeon chuckled at the impatient whine that escaped Shachi's mouth when Penguin started to struggle with the zipper on his suit. He finally got it off and pounced on Shachi, pinning him to the bed as he frantically rutted his hard dick against his. 

"Penguin…Penguin…" Shachi moaned, the other man's name leaving his mouth like a mantra as he gripped his shoulders tightly, slotting their lips together again, tongues twisting around. Penguin sped up his dry humping, feeling his release approaching. Shachi's voice pitched and he was about to cum until a deep voice that they both had forgotten was even there spoke up. 

"Stop moving." Penguin stopped instantly and Shachi whined at the loss of pleasure. 

"But captain!!" he complained, bucking his hips into the air, desperate to feel something. Anything. Law set down his drink, holding up his hand and beckoned them both over with two fingers. The two men got off the bed and joined law on the couch on either side of him, kissing and sucking on his cheeks, jaw, and neck. He allowed this for a few minutes before holding both of their jaws, looking at the two of them admiringly.

"Penguin…" he said, smoothing his thumb over the corner of his lips. Penguin let out a breathy moan. 

"Yes, Captain?" 

"Pants." Penguin hurriedly unzipped the surgeon's pants, letting his hard cock spring out. Shachi's breath hitched at the sight and he reached to touch it, but Law gripped his hand.

"Not yet…" he chuckled. "You want to be a good boy right?" Shachi nodded frantically. 

"Then both of you be good boys and start frotting." 

"Yes, Captain." Both of the men began to hurriedly frot their captain's dick, both of them chasing their release. Law smirked at the sights of their flushed faces and messy hair, running his fingers down their spines, stopping at their asses to give them a firm squeeze. Shachi cried out at the feeling and smashed his lips into Law's. Penguin frowned a little and joined his crew mate in the heated kiss as they both started to rut even faster. 

Meanwhile, Law was reveling in the attention and submission of the two men straddling his thighs. He swallowed their moans and continued to squeeze both their asses, feeling his own release steadily approaching. Shachi tossed his head back with a loud, whiny moan. 

"Captain!!" he cried. "I'm gonna cum!" Law let his eyes linger on the ginger for a short while before shoving two of his fingers in his mouth. Shachi eagerly licked the digits until Law pulled them back before snaking them back down to his ass and without warning, shoved the two saliva covered fingers into Shachi's hole. Shachi practically screamed as he came all over Law's chest before passing out on his back on the couch. Penguin continued to frot, rubbing his dick against Law's, pressing even closer to him, now straddling his hips now that Shachi was out of the picture. 

"Captain…please make me cum." Law's lips turned up in a smug grin as he gripped the man's ass with both his hands and thrust up, rutting against Penguin so hard he yelped, tears pricking his eyes as the urge to come was so intense now. Law moved his lips down to Penguin's chest, licking his nipple before sucking…hard. 

That was it for Penguin. He sobbed out a moan as he continued to let Law rut against him, wanting his orgasm to last as long as possible. After the shockwaves ceased, Penguin started to fall backwards too, but Law caught him and laid him on the couch opposite Shachi. He stood and walked to a basket he had placed in his closet earlier. He cleaned himself of cum with some wipes and did the same for the two other men, placing their respective boxers back on their bodies and picking them up to lay them down on the decently sized bed with him. He stared at their fucked out faces before smiling. 

"What's gotten into me lately?"

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Sanji explored Nanohana, following Nami's directions to go and try to find more supplies for their journey to help Vivi. The place was beautiful, especially all the ladies. He tried to ignore it and look for satchels like he was told to, but a strong perfumed scent took his attention. It was different from the one Nami was wearing. While Nami's was sweet and orange scented, this was bold and smelled like vanilla. Sanji followed the scent down a dimly lit path and past a curtain where a middle aged woman sat behind a desk smoking a zulu pipe and shuffling a deck of cards. She looked up and smiled at him. 

"Well, good afternoon, sir. What brings you here?" she asked, leaning back in her seat. Sanji looked around the room briefly and noticed a board behind the desk. Many...amenities were listed with a variety of different prices and add-ons. He scanned the board, clearing his throat a little.

"Do you still have any availability for glory holes?" The woman smirked.

"We do..."

"Wonderful! Now, I prefer girls who have-."

"But no girls." Sanji paused mid-sentence.

"...I'm sorry, what?"

"All of my ladies are busy for the rest of the afternoon." Sanji raised an eyebrow.

"Then, why did you say you had availability?"

"Because I do have a volunteer who came in earlier. Very handsome young man." The chef felt himself tense a little. He always tried to suppress his possible interest in men. It was very awkward whenever an attractive man came into the Baratie. Sanji always flirted with the date the man came in with, trying to ignore him. He almost jumped off the ship the first time he saw Zoro shirtless. The woman seemed to notice his inner turmoil and chuckled.

"Don't worry, sweetie. He won't know what you look like. And, I won't tell anyone. Promise." Sanji sighed and clenched his teeth.

"Fine...I'll take it. How much?"

"63,000 berries." Sanji fished out the amount needed and handed it to the woman. She counted it and directed him to the correct room down the hall. He slowly walked to the room and stood in front of the door. The number on it seemed to be taunting him. He rubbed his eyes and flipped the sign on the door to 'in use' and went in, locking the door behind him. The room was minimal with a small bench, two handles, some lube and condoms, and of course, the hole in the wall. Sanji jumped when the door on the other side opened and shut. The man's scent was strong, like burning wood and cinnamon. 

"Is anyone there?" the man asked suddenly, which made Sanji jump again.

"Uh, y-yeah, I'm here," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. The mystery man chuckled. 

"You sound nervous. This your first time at a glory hole?"

"N-No! No, it's not!"

"Ahh, I see...this is your first time with a man." Sanji's silence gave away everything. "Understandable. Do you want to get started? And what do you want me to call you?" Sanji shakily fumbled with his clothes and tugged his boxers down, putting his cock through the hole.

"Sanji...my name is Sanji."

"Sanji...that's a nice name. Call me Flame." Flame wrapped his hand around Sanji's dick and began to slowly pump. Sanji let out a long breath. His hands were so warm. "Feel good?"

"...I guess so," he mumbled. The man chuckled again and pumped a little faster. Sanji gasped lightly, his head tilting back slowly. Flame gave the tip of his dick kitten licks and ghosted his lips up its length. Sanji grunted in frustration at the teasing and thrusted forward slightly.

"Look, I don't mean to sound rude but I have to meet back up with my crew before they start to get suspicious," he said with another short thrust. He could practically hear the other man's smirk from the opposite side of the wall.

"A pirate, huh? How exciting~," he purred before completely engulfing Sanji's cock to the base. A choked moan escaped the blond's lips as he almost fell forward at how good it felt. 

"Oh, God, your mouth is heaven," he groaned. Flame hummed around his cock and bobbed his head, flicking his tongue over the slightly prominent veins. Everytime he pulled back, he gave a hard suck to the tip. He gradually got faster and the faster he got, the faster Sanji was descending. He knew every woman was ruined for him now. He moaned and gripped the handles to keep himself standing as his knees buckled with each suck. 

"Stop..." Sanji said. Flame did. "Keep your mouth on my dick, all the way to the base." Flame listened. Sanji adjusted his grip on the handles before beginning to sharply thrust into the other man's mouth. Flame moaned loudly and gagged a little, but never moved his head. Sanji groaned at the vibrations coming from Flame's moans and shuddered at how warm he felt. 

"Shit, it feels too good," the blond snapped, his thrusts getting faster, which caused Flame to gag and moan even more. "I'm gonna cum! Pull off! Pull off!" But, Flame didn't listen and gave the hardest suck he could. Sanji's eyes rolled back into his head and he shuddered as he came. This was easily the best orgasm he had ever had. Flame swallowed everything Sanji released and pulled back with one last quick kiss to the tip of his dick.

"How do you feel after your first experience with another guy?" Sanji caught his breath and readjusted his clothing. 

"You were...good," he said, face flushed red. Flame laughed.

"Ohh, you loved it, it's so obvious." Sanji blushed even more and abruptly left without another word. He didn't make eye contact with the lady at the front desk and quickly blended back in with the locals of Nanohana. He bought the satchels like he was supposed to and reunited with the rest of the crew.

"Sanji! There you are! Where have you been??" Nami shouted angrily.

"Sorry, Nami-san, there was, um, a market with some exotic fruits and I got distracted," he said, looking down and handing Usopp the satchels, walking off again. Nami and Vivi looked at each other in confusion.

"That was weird," Vivi said. "He didn't...lose his mind."

"Yeah, what's with him? Maybe he's nervous."

"What I'd like to know is why he spent so much time around so much fruit and didn't bring us any," Luffy said, butting into the conversation, laying his head on Nami's shoulder. Nami rolled her eyes.

"Is food all you think about?" she asked, looking at him. 

"What?? No!" Luffy said, pouting. He remained silent before sniffing Nami's hair and neck. He gave her shoulder a small nibble making Nami blush and jolt.

"What are you doing??" she shouted.

"You smell like oranges," he said. He didn't get a chance to ask why before Nami smacked the back of his head.

(Time skip to later after Luffy and the crew get separated)

Luffy laughed as he leaned on the ledge, remembering all the fights he used to have with Ace. 

"And just...who can you beat?" A much taller and more muscular dark haired man jumped up and landed on the ledge, nearly stomping Luffy's face if he hadn't gotten out of the way.

"Oh, Ace! These are the nakama I was telling you about!" Luffy said with a big smile.

"Oh, why, hello everyone," Ace said. "I trust my little brother has been in your care."

"Yes, of course," they all said, bowing down.

"He has no manners, so he'll probably end up burning your hands a couple times."

"Yes, he has."

"I entrust him to you." Sanji's brain was running as he pulled out a cigarette. Why did his voice sound so familiar? Ace looked at him before smirking.

"You must be...Sanji," Ace said in an unusually sultry voice. The blond's heart dropped to his stomach as Ace lit his cigarette with his devil fruit powers. 

"I think I will take up your offer and come inside." Sanji tried to not look at the raven haired man as he made rice balls and packed several lunches for the journey ahead. Ace was seated at the table, very obviously staring at him. Sanji heard him stand up and walk over right behind him, putting his hand on his slim waist.

"You think I wouldn't recognize your cute voice?" he purred, rubbing his hip. Sanji shivered as the burning wood and cinnamon scent invaded his senses again. Ace smirked.

"There's that blush I missed earlier." Ace leaned in closer to the chef. "I still have some time before I have to get out of here." Sanji gulped.

"What are you insinuating?" Ace tugged Sanji over to the table and sat him down, crawling under the table, the tablecloth luckily covering his body. To Sanji's horror, Luffy and Usopp ran in right after wanting food. 

"Get out of here!" Sanji shouted, face turning red as he felt Ace's hands trail up his legs to his boxers. The waistband was pulled down and Sanji's hard cock sprung up. He coughed to cover up a moan as Ace sucked the pre cum off of the head. 

"Oi, Sanji, your face is really red. Are you sick?" Luffy asked. Sanji let out a shaky breath as his whole dick was swallowed by his captain's brother.

"I'm fine," he snapped. "Now..." Sanji picked up a frying pan. "Get. Out."

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Sabo knew Koala was the one. 

For so long he had tried to tell himself that it was just a crush. The two had known each other for several years, he thought it was just a passing fancy. But the day that Koala had kissed him out of desperate relief after he had returned from a rather dangerous mission, that was when he knew he was in trouble. Together for two years, engaged for six months. 

And now, they were running down the aisle of their wedding ceremony, smiling and laughing as people cheered around them. Luffy was being particularly loud while Nami tried to calm him, Hack looked like a proud father, and Jinbei smiled seeing the once traumatized little girl his former crew had helped looking so unbelievably happy on the arm of her new husband. 

The reception was nothing short of grand and entertaining. Brook kept the dance floor going for hours, Sanji's food was divine, as always, Robin caught Koala's bouquet during the toss, Franky immediately yelling 'SUPER' making everyone laugh. Sabo himself gave a speech on unity, love and family, saying that he knew that Ace would have loved to be here. He sat back down crying as people clapped, Koala whispering sweet nothings in his ear as she kissed his cheek, her own eyes misty. She never knew Ace. But from the way that Sabo would talk about him made her feel like she'd known him forever.

It was 2 am by the time they had made it back to their wedding night suite, courteousy of a very generous Ivankov. Koala flopped face first on the large bed, groaning as her heels fell off on the floor. 

"I'm never getting married again," she groaned in exhaustion. Sabo laughed loudly, flopping right next to her, pulling her into his arms. 

"Again, huh? And who's this other man that would be your 'again'?" Koala smacked him in the chest but laughed anyway. Sabo couldn't help but stare. Her hair was slightly messed up from dancing, her eye makeup a little smudged in the corner, she had cake on the side of her mouth. Yet, she was still more beautiful than Sabo thought he deserved. He didn't warn her as he leaned in to kiss her. Koala kissed back, eyes closing as she hummed against his lips, tilting her head ever so slightly in the way she knew made him melt. Sabo sighed in content, moving them both so he was hovering over her, hands gently holding her hips.

"If you're not too tired, my lovely bride... may I have the honor of making love to you this wedding night?" he asked, voice low and tender, nose brushing hers. Koala smiled and nodded.

"Yes...make love to me... please."

That was all he needed to hear. 

He kissed her again, deeper this time, cupping her cheek in his hand, keeping his other at her hip. Koala kissed back while slowly taking off Sabo's suit, pushing his suit jacket and button up shirt off his shoulders, revealing his toned torso. Koala ran her fingers down her chest and Sabo shuddered at the feeling. Sabo broke the kiss again.

"May I remove your dress, lovely?" Koala nodded and Sabo made sure he was extra careful when removing the delicate garmet, very slowly pulling down the zipper and slipping the dress down her body and down her legs, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. Sabo looked down at Koala in her white bra, garter belt, and panties, heart thudding.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, going to kiss down her neck. Koala lets out a breathy moan, holding Sabo's shoulders as he goes to remove her bra. It takes a few seconds (Sabo never touched a woman without her clothes on before), but he eventually gets it unclasped, and tosses it to the side. He was quick with removing her garter belt and panties. Sabo's breathing stuttered as he looked at his new wife, completely bare before him.

"You're a goddess, a painting I can hold, a dream in physical form," he said, kissing down her body between phrases. Koala's back arched when his mouth reached between her thighs. 

"May I-?"

"For goodness sake, Sabo, yes! You don't have to keep asking, you have every little ounce of consent I can give!" she said, a bit exasperated. Sabo chuckled and didn't respond, just licked a tentative stripe up her lower lips. Koala let out a sound of pleasure, prompting Sabo to keep going. His tongue worked her clit, inside of her, fingers joining after a few minutes. Given his inexperience, he wasn't perfect. But given Koala's inexperience, to her he was. 

"Sabo, you're so good," she moaned, fingers gripping the sheets.

"And you taste divine," he replied, sucking her clit as his fingers curled. "So sweet, my love. And, so pretty." Sabo felt her starting to tremble and he pulled away. Koala whined a little in frustration but Sabo just kissed up her body, stopping to briefly pay attention to her breasts.

"Not yet...I want us to come together." Koala could only gasp again as he sucked on one breast, his hand squeezing the other. Sabo shifted slightly, positioning himself between Koala's legs, tugging his boxers down. Koala blushed as the sight, turning her gaze away shyly. Sabo just smiled lovingly, gently pushing her legs apart, holding his dick to line it up with her entrance.

"I'll go slow. You tell me if you need me to stop or pause, and I will, okay?" Koala nodded, taking a deep breath. Sabo slowly began to push in. Koala whimpered, tensing.

"Pause, pause," she whispered when he was nearly halfway in. Sabo did, rubbing her clit gently to calm her down, holding her hand, kissing it. Koala took a minute to breath, letting Sabo's lips and hands distract her.

"You're doing so well," Sabo murmured to her when she gave him the 'okay' to keep going. "You're so beautiful, Koala, so goddamn beautiful." Koala cried out in both pleasure and pain when he bottomed out. He gave her another minute, kissing the few tears from her cheeks. 

"We can stop if you want. If it hurts too much." Koala shook her head.

"No...keep going. Please. Just...be gentle." Sabo nodded, entwining both his hands with hers on the bed as he began to trust, going slowly, like he promised. Koala was tense at first, but the pleasure started to override the pain and her whimpers of discomfort morphed into moans of pleasure. Sabo let out soft grunts and moans as he thrust, going just a little faster when he felt Koala get more comfortable. She was so tight.

"You feel...incredible, Koala," he moaned, squeezing her hands. "You look so pretty." She did look pretty. Cheeks flushed, short orange hair fanned out against the pillow beneath her head, breasts bouncing in time to his thrusts. She looked up at him, her navy blue eyes meeting his dark gray ones. 

"Sabo...faster..." she pleaded. Sabo kissed her deeply as he sped up, Koala moaning into his mouth, legs wrapping themselves around his waist. 

"So beautiful...so perfect..." he moaned. "Koala, you're amazing. Can't believe you're mine." He was practically babbling now, love and lust fogging his brain. Koala could only moan and gasp in response, kissing where she could, his lips, cheek, jaw, neck. She felt a knot start to tighten in her lower belly.

"I-...oh...Sabo, I think I'm gonna come," she gasped. Sabo kept thrusting, making sure to not get too rough.

"So am I. Come, my beautiful bride. Come for me." Koala's voice pitched as she came, back arching. Sabo had let go of one of her hands to go back to rubbing her clit to ease her through her orgasm, thumb moving in gentle circles. Sabo wasn't far behind, cumming inside of Koala with a deep groan, shuddering as he pressed himself deeply inside of her, kissing her neck. Once the aftershocks were over, Sabo pulled out, moving to lay beside Koala.

"How do you feel? Do you need anything?" he asked, pulling her into his chest like he had done when they first got in bed. Koala hummed, wrapping her arms around him.

"Just need you to hold me. I'm tired. Maybe a little sore. But, I feel like I'm on cloud nine." Sabo chuckled, holding her left hand and kissing her fingers, lips ghosting over her wedding band. He stared into her eyes, forehead resting against hers.

"Today was the greatest day of my life, Koala...I got to marry the love of my life, be with family and friends who love us, partake in such a beautiful form of intimate connection with my wife, and now I'm lying beside her, realizing I'm going to be able to spend the rest of my life with her." Koala blushed.

"You're so sappy," she muttered. Sabo just kissed her.

"Maybe. But, know this, please. You have bewitched me body and soul. And I love...I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." Koala looked at him and smiled, tears of happiness in her eyes. 

"I love you, too... you are my sun...you make me shine like diamonds. I love you like nobody else could. Please, Sabo...hold me, love me, touch me...be the only one who ever will." Sabo kissed her again.

"You're my heaven on earth. The air I breathe. You are my one and only. I'll love you forever, Koala...I swear by it." 

Sabo and Koala spent the rest of the night holding each other, the former whispering softly until she fell asleep. Sabo brushed some hair out of Koala's face, pulling the covers tighter over them both, kissing her nose. It scrunched up in that adorable way it did whenever he did that. He just smiled.

"I love you..." he whispered to her in the quiet room right as he too drifted off to sleep, his dreams only containing one beautiful woman.

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Mihawk's breath was coming out in quicker, more desperate pants as his wife licked up his stiff cock. Hancock's jet black hair fell like a curtain around her face and Mihawk's hips as she worked, tongue flicking in all the right places.

"You know...for someone who grew up primarily on an island with only women, you're surprisingly good at this," Mihawk grunted, hips jerking a bit as Hancock sucked at his tip. She looked up at him, dark blue eyes meeting his sharp yellow. 

"And for someone who is regarded across the world with such an impressive and dangerous title, you're being surprisingly submissive right now," she retorted, squeezing his cock making him hiss.

"That was a dirty move, amor." Hancock shrugged and was about to go back to using her mouth when Mihawk's hand shot out to grab her hair.

"OW! How dare you, I- HEY!!" Mihawk suddenly flipped his wife so she was laying on her back with himself between her legs, hands pinning her wrists to the bed. His hair was disheveled, his eyes glared down the tall expanse of her body hungrily as his cock twitched in need at the sight of her glistening pussy. Hancock was still snapping at him, upset at how he grabbed her hair.

"I mean, really, how many times do I need to remind you that my beauty cannot be manhandled in such a brutish manor! Do you really think that you can just go around and-."

"I'm gonna put a baby in you~." The Pirate Empress' words died in her throat as she stared wide-eyed up at her husband.

"W-What...?" Mihawk chuckled, licking his lips.

"I'm going to breed you, mi reina. I'm going to fuck you so deeply that you'll start growing our beautiful child." Hancock's face flushed bright red at his words. They had discussed children a few times before, but never had Mihawk been so sudden and insistent. She must have teased him a little too much. Mihawk claimed her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, hands moving from her wrists to hold her hips, his cock jerking against her thigh. He broke the kiss to part his wife's legs, rubbing his cock against her entrance a few times.

"Will you let me, mi vida?" Hancock couldn't even speak properly anymore. She nodded, black hair fanned out beneath her head on the pillow. Mihawk lined his cock up and pushed in slowly, groaning with want at the tight warmth that engulfed him. This was not their first time together, not even close. But Mihawk absolutely adored making love to his wife every time. 

"You're still so tight...mierda..." he mumbled, hips stuttering just a little. Hancock moaned at the stretch, Mihawk fully sheathed inside of her. 

"A-Are you going to start m-moving, or are you just, mm, going to stay there looking...hah...stupid?" she asked, trying to remain even just a little in control of the situation, through her bravado had faltered drastically. She was no longer the one steering the ship. Mihawk just chuckled again before starting out with a few experimental thrusts to test the waters. Despite having had sex many times with his wife, Mihawk still didn't want to hurt her. Hancock responded well, prompting Mihawk to go a bit faster...then faster...then harder...until he was pistoning his cock inside of his wife's pussy, moan after moan escaping her lovely mouth as he did. 

"My God, you animal!" she cried, hands gripping the sheets. Mihawk gripped her soft thighs, pushing her long legs up until her knees practically touched her ears. Hancock gasped at the new position and Mihawk grinned down at her. 

"I've always loved the mating press," he said, voice deep and gravelly, his hips never once slowing down nor stopping. Hancock's moans were loud, pitched and constant, the pleasure of her husband's cock sending wave after wave of bliss across her body.

"Mihawk! Mihawk- I'm gonna come!" 

"Come for me, amor. But just be warned, I'm not going to stop when you do. You know the safe word, yes?" She nodded. "Use it and I will stop. Don't use it...and we won't stop until I've bred at least five children into you." Hancock's heart leaped at his words. She knew he was only saying that in the heat of the moment. She knew the way the pleasure sometimes clouded his mind and his judgement. But, oh, if his words didn't do something to her. Hancock came hard, back arching, pussy tightening around Mihawk's thick cock. He groaned loudly at the feeling, coming inside of her not even a minute later. 

"Mihawk, are you-?" Hancock's words cut off with a sharp moan as Mihawk picked up the pace, thrusting into her again, not even pulling out. He held her legs up in the mating press still, her ankles on his shoulders.

"Didn't I say I wasn't going to stop unless you asked? Tell me to stop if you want, amor." Hancock moaned again at his words, head falling back.

"No...no, don't stop!"

"Mi vida..."

And Mihawk stayed true to his words. Hancock lost count of how many times she and he came, how many hours had gone by. Was it night? Day? She didn't know anymore...nor did she really care. The sheets were soaked, their bodies covered in sweat and hickies. And Mihawk had only gotten more and more animalistic with each orgasm. 

He had fucked Hancock in every position he knew how. Doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, lotus, mating press again, on their sides with him holding one of her legs, he had even at one point moved them both so he could hold her up and fuck her against the wall with her legs around his waist. 

Now, he was back to fucking her from behind, one hand holding her hip, the other holding one of her breasts, squeezing and fondling with each thrust. 

"Gonna...gonna fuck a baby into you, tesoro...I'm gonna- ohhhh mierda...I'm going to breed you, mi princesa, mi estrella, mi esposa!" He was rambling. So in love, head so clouded from the orgasms that he wasn't even speaking clearly.

Dracule Mihawk.

The greatest swordsman in the world.

Former warlord.

One of the most feared pirate names across the seas...

was pussydrunk.

Hancock moaned, biting her lip as she felt that oh-so familiar knot began to tighten in her lower belly. 

"Mihawk..." 

"Come for me. Ven a mí, mi amor. Voy a embarazarte. Te verás hermosa embarazada, mi bella esposa. Necesito embarazarte... ¡Embarázate, embarázate, embarázate! FUCK-!! Ohhhhh, fuck...." Mihawk snapped his hips hard and tight against his wife's own, seed spilling deep inside of her. Hancock cried out, coming again, as well. Mihawk kept himself inside of her for a minute longer before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to her, chest heaving. Hancock's heart pounded with adrenaline, legs shaking as she felt their combined spend seep out. 

"You know...if I'm ever teasing you too much, you can just tell me," she mumbled, looking over at him. He merely grunted in response, running a hand down his face before sitting up and kissing her forehead, brushing her bangs away from her face.

"I'm going to go draw you a bath. Then, I'm going to join you in that bath." He got up and went to the connecting bathroom, turning on the faucet for the tub. Hancock heard the water running, smelling the apple scented soap he likely poured into the water. Mihawk came back, picking up his exhausted wife bridal style, exactly the way he did when carrying her down the aisle at their wedding, and brought her into the bathroom, gently setting her in the water. She hummed in appreciation, muscles instantly relaxing at the way the hot water felt against her skin. 

"Apple scented bubbles, darling?" she asked, lips quirking in a small smile. Mihawk rolled his eyes, putting the bottle back on the shelf.

"Perona. Said I needed something that smelled nicer now that I'm married. Whatever that means." He didn't address it again, getting into the tub with her, pulling her between his legs and into his arms. Mihawk had never really been one for baths, but he knew Hancock enjoyed them. And being a woman standing at 191 cm, he had a tub custom built so she would be able to fully submerge herself when taking baths, meaning the two of them fit more than comfortably together. Hancock leaned back against her husband's toned chest, head resting on his as her eyes closed in bliss. She loved moments like these. Domestic, romantic, just the two of them.

"So..." Mihawk mumbled. Hancock looked up at him. 

"What do you think about Damon if it's a boy?"