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A Primal Need for a Marine (a X Drake x Reader fanfic)

In the past twenty-four hours, your luck had been, quite frankly, abysmal. First, while in pursuit of the infamous pirate X Drake, a storm came out of nowhere, wrecking your ship and nearly killing you, separating you from your captain and crew��assuming they were still alive. Then you spent hours floating on a piece of wreckage, until you finally spotted land and were able to paddle your way to shore. You thought perhaps things were looking better when you heard human voices coming from the jungle, only to discover they were the subordinates of the man your squad had been hunting. Before you could even attempt to parlay, they’d tied your hands behind your back, hoisted you up and carried you to a cave deep in the jungle, unceremoniously dumping you inside and sealing off the entrance, only saying, “The captain will want to see you.”

The inside of the cave was spacious, several lamps providing adequate light to see by, but also casting long, ominous shadows. There appeared to be a massive pile of plush bedding in the back corner, and some animal bones scattered about; a clear sign that something had decided to call it home. You immediately began looking around for a sharp rock or piece of bone to use to cut your bindings, as you had a lot more faith in turning your situation around if you had use of your hands.

“So, you’re the crew’s solution to my problem?” came a voice from deep in the cave. A figure approached slowly from the shadows, long strides powerful and sure with the grace of an apex predator. Nearly eight feet tall, made of pure muscle, and dressed in deep blue leather pants, gloves, thigh-high boots, and open bolero jacket trimmed with white fur, he cut an intimidating figure. His sunset red hair looked like fire in the lamplight, and the shadow cast across his face nearly hid the black domino mask over his piercing blue eyes. The X-shaped scar on his chin and tattoo on his bare chest were painfully familiar.

Now you knew for sure your luck had completely run out. You, a captured Marine, were alone in a cave with X Drake. The pirate your squad had been tasked with arresting and bringing to justice.

The traitor.

His eyes scanned your face, taking you in. “You look familiar.”

“We’ve crossed paths,” you bit out evasively. You really didn’t want him to remember you—at best, you’d be one of the starry-eyed recruits that had admired him back when he was a rear admiral. That innocent crush you’d once had had gotten you in trouble; he’d caught you and a few others watching him train shirtless when you should have been doing chores, and he’d marched you straight to your commander for a humiliating admonishment.

At worst…well, last time your crews had crossed paths, he’d been seconds away from cutting off your captain’s head with his giant axe. Thinking quickly, you’d jumped between them and blocked the blow with your rifle. It would have been extremely cool if it were your prowess that had truly stopped him, and not the way your ripped shirt fluttered in the breeze, giving him an unobstructed view of your bare breasts. He’d gone bright red, and you swore a slight trickle of blood dripped down his nose before he was distracted by an attack from your captain, who’d caught his second wind.

Crossing his beefy arms, he looked down on you, thoroughly unimpressed at your wet, shivering figure. “Your uniform is a mess. Back in my day, to come before a high-ranking officer in such a state would have earned you at least ten lashes.”

“Good thing there aren’t any officers around, then—just traitorous scum,” you countered, voice full of venom.

A ginger eyebrow arched at your cheek, but interest flickered in his eyes. “You’re a member of the squad that’s been chasing us, aren’t you?”

“Oh, have people been chasing you? I can’t imagine why,” you replied sarcastically. Your captain often complained about your attitude, but he’d also preached defiance in the face of death, and you planned on living up to his expectations.

“That’d be another twenty lashes for talking back. Either the Navy’s eased up on disciplinary measures, or you’re a particularly tough one to break.”

“A little from column A, a little from column B.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, and something like approval flashed in his steely gaze. “Do you know why my men brought you here?” he asked, circling you slowly, critical stare sweeping over your kneeling, disheveled form.

“They didn’t bother to fill me in.”

“Since we reached this island I’ve suffered…urges,” he grumbled, frustration lacing his voice. “My more bestial side has been rearing its head, even in my human form, demanding I sate some of its more primal instincts. I’ve hunted and fought and killed, but it’s not enough. It wants to mate.”

A shiver ran down your spine as you finally understood. “And you couldn’t find some nice lady dinosaur to get your rocks off with?”

He actually chuckled lightly as he knelt down behind you, reaching around to untie the kerchief around your neck. “No, those are in short supply. However, a mouthy little Marine should work just fine.” The tips of his gloved fingers trailed across your damp shoulders, down your back to your bound hands. Teasingly, he yanked at the rope that cut into your wrists. “If you’re a good girl and do exactly as I say, you might even survive this. Might. I can’t promise anything.”

“That doesn’t exactly inspire me to comply.”

His hot breath danced across the back of your neck as he whispered, “Then I’ll just have to fuck you into submission.”

You blanched. Of course Drake swore—he was a sailor, pirate, and former Marine. A dirty mouth was practically guaranteed, and even the most formal officer was known to turn the air blue under the right circumstances. But to hear him talk that way, when he was usually so stoic, brought a faint blush to your cheeks that you desperately hoped he couldn’t see. A few years ago, when he was still a rear admiral, you would have given your right arm to be in this position.

Now…well, you wanted to say you were utterly repulsed at the idea, but the spike of heat between your legs would call you a liar.

His hands returned to your front, and you watched as he carefully removed one of his leather gloves. Your heart raced as it morphed into a green-scaled dinosaur claw, wickedly sharp and deadly. Instinctively you flinched away, but Drake’s imposing figure gave you nowhere to go. Carefully, the tip of a curved talon stroked your cheek before sliding down to the collar of your uniform. “Hold still; I’d hate to accidentally slit your throat.” You knew he could do it; you’d seen him rend some of your comrades effortlessly with those ancient talons. Heart in your throat, you did as he said, though your cheeks reddened further when his monstrous claws shredded your shirt and bra into ribbons, leaving your torso completely exposed.

What the hell? you thought frantically. Isn’t he supposed to be weak to a woman’s body? Why would he do that?!

Without ceremony Drake picked you up and placed you on his lap, pressing your bare back to the exposed skin of his chest.

“Wha—!”

Once more gloved and human, large hands slid up your sides to cup your breasts, giving them an experimental squeeze. “You really are such a tiny thing,” he murmured in your ear, hot breath dancing across the sensitive skin as he massaged and fondled you. “So cute and helpless, like a bunny caught in a trap.”

There really was quite the size difference between you, but then again, Drake towered over quite a few people. And good gods, pressed against him like this, feeling his hard pectorals and abdominal muscles flex with every movement, made you feel like a doll, small and breakable in his powerful grip. On top of that, his body exuded heat like a furnace, and had the situation been different, you would have relished it warming your damp flesh, chasing away the chill of the cave.

His nose buried itself in your hair as he inhaled deeply, letting out a low groan as his palms squeezed your breasts hard. “You smell delicious, too. Like fear and sea water and sweet, soft flesh. Like prey.”

“More like bait,” you bluffed, eyes squeezing shut as he ran his teeth across the fragile skin of your neck, latching his hot mouth to your pulse-point and sucking hard. “I—ah!—let myself be captured to distract you. M-my crew’s taking out yours as we speak, and then you’ll be taken into custody, literally caught with your pants down.”

The flat of his tongue stroked the mark he left on your throat. “You had no clue about my…condition, as it were, so there’s no way you could have planned this. Given that storm last night, I’d say it’s more likely your ship capsized, and you washed up on shore, alone and ripe for the taking. No one’s coming to save you, and we’ll be long gone by the time another Marine ship shows up.”

His left hand dropped to press against your stomach, pinning you against him so you couldn’t wiggle free. Still, you made a valiant attempt to break away, twisting and writhing in his lap.

Your efforts were halted when he growled, amusement lacing his voice, “Oh, please, keep struggling like that. Your ass feels amazing against my cock.”

A hot blush painted your face as you realized that you could feel a hard bulge against your backside, and it probably wasn’t a pistol in his pocket. “You’re an absolute bastard,” you cried as his hand shifted to grab your hip, pulling you back to grind against his concealed length.

“What did you expect? I’m a pirate from the Worst Generation. Did you think a man like me would be sweet words and gentle caresses?”

Honestly, you kind of had, given how he seemed so shy around women, even back when you were a recruit. “No—I figured you’d pass out from a nosebleed the second you even touched a pair of tits!” you snapped back.

His right hand abandoned your breast to harshly grip your chin, yanking it up so you hand no choice but to meet his intense blue eyes. They weren’t quite in their more reptilian form, but you could see his pupils were blown wide and the iris had faint specks of yellow. “I remember you, now. You’re the one who flashed me to save your captain.” Blunt teeth caught the shell of your ear, his hot, wet tongue flicking against the delicate flesh. “Bold of you, I have to say. An effective strategy at the time, but I’m only weak to a woman’s body when I’m caught off guard, and definitely not when my Zoan side is impatient to fuck.”

You bit your lip to suppress the small, needy whimper that his tongue nearly coaxed from you. Your ears had always been your most responsive erogenous zone, and his mouth was stimulating it with just the right amount of heat and pressure. When he gave a sharp suck, you couldn’t quite hide your quick intake of breath, though you tried to hide it by renewing your struggles.

Drake didn’t seem to mind as his hips jerked to match your movements, grunting in appreciation. His left hand abandoned your hip to bury itself between your clenched thighs, cupping your hot core through your wet trousers and panties. “Mmmm, I can smell that you’re starting to enjoy this.” The hand at your chin shifted to press two fingers against your plump lips. Scowling, you closed your mouth as tightly as possible. There was an annoyed growl at your resistance, and the heel of his palm ground harshly against your clit, causing you to gasp in shock and outrage.

Taking advantage of your open mouth, he shoved his fingers inside the wet cavern, giving a shallow thrust. Instinctively you bit down on the meaty appendages, but it did little to dissuade him. In fact, he sank his teeth into the side of your throat in retaliation, making you scream in pain around his fingers.

“Bad girl,” he rumbled lowly as his tongue lapped at the sore spot, cleaning up the small drops of blood from where his fangs had broken the skin. “I’ve been restraining myself because I didn’t want to break you too soon, but if you keep misbehaving, you’re going to find out just what kind of animal I can become.”

You winced, finally accepting that you weren’t going to be able to discourage him from using your body how he pleased through resistance. He was a former rear admiral, a hundred times stronger than you, and if you really got on his nerves, he could just turn into his Allosaurus form and eat you.

Sensing he’d broken your resolve, he resumed pumping his fingers into your mouth, the smooth leather of his gloves gliding over your wet tongue. “That’s better. Now suck—unless you’d rather I replace my fingers with my cock and fuck your throat?”

Swallowing hard, you closed your eyes and focused on sucking his fingers, hoping your skills would be satisfactory. When he gave a pleased grunt you rolled the flat of your tongue against them, imagining it was the hard cock of someone you actually wanted to please and not the traitorous bastard that held you captive. Your cheeks darkened as the fingers at your core curled against your covered slit, pressing into the sensitive flesh as his palm ground against your clit, enticing you to buck against him.

“Look at me, girl. I want you to acknowledge exactly who you’ll be servicing tonight.” His voice was right above you, steamy breath fanning your face. Instinctively your eyes opened, and his mouth stretched into a grin. He chuckled, stroking your nether lips in time to his thrusts, causing heat to coil tighter in your belly.

You were absolutely horrified at your body’s reaction—you couldn’t possibly be feeling pleasure because of X Drake, could you? He was a pirate and a traitor, and he made it clear you were basically only there as his fuck toy! Your crush on him hadn’t been that strong, had it?

Grinding his contained cock against the cleft of your ass, he said, “I know what you’re thinking, and there’s no need to be ashamed—we can’t always control when or how our bodies feel pleasure. A glimpse of bare skin, a touch to just the right spot, a few dirty words—it all involuntarily stimulates us. I used to think that it could be resisted with enough willpower, but after a week of my instincts driving me mad, I’ve realized that everyone has their breaking point.”

With a wet pop, he removed his fingers to stroke down your jaw and throat to once more play with your breasts, this time putting special focus on teasing your nipples. To your dismay, they quickly grew into stiff peaks under his rough pinches and flicks, his thumb circling the hard tips teasingly. “Bet you didn’t think your little flash of chest would result in this, did you?”

When you didn’t answer right away her gave your left breast a harsh squeeze, prompting you to gasp out a weak, “No.”

“Did you get a commendation for your bravery, little girl? A promotion? Or did you reject any praise because you didn’t want to be known as ‘The Tits that Felled X Drake’?”

You whimpered, though mostly in humiliation. He’d hit the nail on the head. You’d been mocked by your shipmates for nearly a month over that, and even though the captain had been grateful, he’d kept your involvement out of his report for that very reason.

“Well, now you’ll get to be ‘The Tits that Fucked X Drake,’” he chuckled, rolling his hips for emphasis. “In fact, that sounds like a great way to start.”

Before you could question him, he pushed you out of his lap to the cave floor, flipping you onto your back. You attempted to sit up, but a large boot rested lightly on your stomach, pressing down just enough to make it clear how easily he could crush your torso. There was no choice but to look up at him, and for a moment you couldn’t help but stare at the prominent bulge between his legs straining against the tight leather of his pants. Blushing, you forced yourself to look further north, landing on Drake’s unusually expressive face, his lips quirked in an amused smirk and a hungry gleam twinkling in his eyes. Your gazes locked as he palmed his belt buckle, undoing the clasp and allowing the long strip of leather to fall to the ground with a clatter. Next, he grabbed the zipper of his tight pants, pulling it down bit by bit, the clicking of metal teeth deafening in the silence of the cave.

As he freed his length, you swallowed nervously. Of course a man his size would have a massive cock to match. At least nine inches long, roughly two inches thick, and perfectly curved, he’d be like something out of a wet dream if the circumstances hadn’t been so horrible.

“Like what you see, Marine?” he chuckled, giving it a few teasing strokes, running his thumb over the already leaking tip. “Just imagine how it’ll feel inside you.”

His foot vacated your chest so he could straddle your hips, pinning you down with his superior body weight. Blue eyes stared, mesmerized, at the twin peaks of flesh before him. Your chest was flushed and swollen from his earlier attentions, nipples hard and practically begging for his touch. A pink tongue darted out to wet his lips, then he leaned down, wrapping them around a straining, rosy bud.

“Ah!” you cried, overwhelmed by the heat of his mouth on your sensitive areola.

Your chest was completely at the mercy of his ravenous mouth and tongue. Alternating between sharp sucks and soothing licks, his attentions sent sparks through the soft mounds of flesh, making you arch further into his mouth, your body wordlessly begging him for more. He eagerly complied, and you were ashamed at the surge of moisture that pooled between your thighs when he brought his teeth into the mix, shallow bites and taunting scrapes of his incisors both frightening and thrilling you.

Trailing his mouth down the silky peaks, he lavished the valley between your breasts with long, slick strokes of his tongue. Your nipples weren’t abandoned for long, however, as his hands returned, the leather deliciously smooth in contrast to the sharp pinches to your straining buds.

This time, you couldn’t quite suppress the little sighs and whimpers that bubbled up in your throat as his arousing actions. For all that the situation demanded you resist, Drake played your body like a harp, strumming your taut strings of desire and producing a symphony of lustful sounds.

Finally, he leaned back, critically studying the wet trail between your tits before nodding to himself in approval. He lifted himself from your lap to straddle your ribcage, resting his straining cock in your cleavage and pressing your swollen mounds of flesh around it for extra stimulation.

“Brace yourself, dear—I’ve been dreaming about this since you first flashed me.”

There really wasn’t much you could do to brace yourself with your hands tied and back pinned to the ground, but you lifted your knees and planted your feet as best you could, praying that the stone floor wouldn’t tear up your skin too badly. His grip on your breasts was harsh, squeezing them together so tightly you were sure he’d leave finger-shaped bruises behind. Each thrust rocked your entire body, his long cock peeking out from between your breasts to brush your chin. Blue eyes fixated on the drops of precum left behind, and you watched his pupils dilate until his irises were nearly overtaken by the black.

“Imagine if your superiors could see you now,” he panted, a few drops of sweat trailing down his temple. “Helpless, at the mercy of a pirate, being used as a fuck toy and loving it.”

“I’m not—” your whimpered denial was cut off by a particularly brutal thrust and a massive hand yanking your hair.

“I told you that I could smell your arousal, little one. Lie to me again and I’ll hand you over to my men to have a turn with that cute body of yours. Now open your mouth.”

Being used by one horny pirate was bad enough, and your luck had been so awful you dared not call his bluff. Instead, you silently obeyed, parting your lips as he released your hair to continue tit-fucking you. If his erratic thrusts were any indication, he was close to climaxing, which meant it was nearly over. Closing your eyes and taking as deep a breath as you could with the massive man straddling your chest, you forcefully pushed down the disappointment that the fire he’d stoked between your thighs wouldn’t be sated.

With a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a shout he came all over your face, his hot, sticky seed splattering across your chin and lips, but mostly shooting inside your waiting mouth. Salty and thick, you had to swallow several times to get it all down.

Panting and wiping the sweat from his brow, Drake leaned back to study you, grinning at the drops of cum that dappled your cheeks.

“Aren’t you a sight?” he purred, wiping a sticky glob off with his finger and painting it across your lips. “I’m glad I started with tit-fucking you instead of finishing.”

Your eyes widened in horror, even as your cunt clenched in anticipation. “You…you’re not finished?”

The tips of his fingers stroked his still-hard cock. “Do I look finished? If this problem were solved by a single orgasm, I would have just jerked off and been done with it. No, I need to properly mate, and even then I doubt I’ll be sated until I’ve fucked us both unconscious.”

If the way he’d used your chest was any indication, it wouldn’t be hard for him to knock you out, and once he had his fun, what did he plan to do? Ransom you? Interrogate you? Kill you? Behind your back, your nails dug into your palms, wishing your hands were free so you had a better chance of escaping.

Eyes capturing yours, he raised his left hand to his lips, white teeth catching the leather encasing the middle finger, pulling slowly to expose pale skin and thick, calloused digits. “I wonder if you can even take me,” he murmured, more to himself than you as he pulled of the other glove. “You’re such a little thing…”

You seriously doubted you could. He was twice the girth of any man you’d ever slept with, and long enough that you were positive he’d wreck your insides if he bottomed out. The fact that he was still hard even after already cumming indicated his stamina was nothing to scoff at, either.

You were, figuratively and quite literally, fucked.

Removing himself from your torso, he crawled down to your legs, hooking his now bare fingers into your waistband to slowly peel your trousers from your legs. You tried to kick at him, to fight back and wiggle away, but he grabbed your thigh, nails digging into your skin in warning.

“Behave, girl,” he growled, eyes flashing with something fierce and primal as he ripped off your panties, nostrils flaring as he caught the undiluted scent of your womanhood.

“Please, let me go,” you tried to reason. Drake was a traitor and a pirate, but surely he hadn’t lost all of his honor? “You’re not the kind to take an unwilling woman, right?”

“But you’re not unwilling,” he chuckled, leaning in to lap up your juices with a long, luscious stroke of his tongue. Your back arched at the delicious sensation, cheeks flushing and toes curling as the coil of arousal deep inside you tightened. “You’re impossibly wet. You smell like a bitch in heat, waiting to be mounted by a worthy male. You’re aching for me, aren’t you?” he growled before nipping at your sensitive nether lips.

Head shaking in denial, you closed your eyes in hopes of blocking out the overwhelming pleasure the sweeps of his hot tongue brought you. That only made it worse, though; your body’s sense of touch heightened, making your empty cavern ache to be filled.

For his part, being so close to the source of your womanly scent was driving Drake’s beastly instincts wild as he feasted on your arousal, your cream thickly coating his tongue and dripping down his prominent chin. The flexible appendage delved deep, teasing your inner walls as his fingers tightly clutched the meat of your ass, lifting your hips so he could get a better angle. It was when his nose brushed your clit, though, that you finally unleashed a lustful cry, hips bucking, unconsciously chasing that intense spark of pleasure that rocked your entire body.

“Ah, that’s more like it,” he purred as he pulled away, licking at the juices that coated his lips. “I can’t wait to hear what other noises you’ll make.”

He turned his attention to your swollen pearl, teasing it with the tip of his tongue while one of his long, thick fingers leisurely penetrated your molten core up to the knuckle. “You’re going to be a tight fit, but that just makes it all the better,” he groaned, deep voice practically reverberating through you.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you felt your inner walls clench around his finger. It was nearly as wide as two of your own, hot and wonderfully rough, massaging the sensitive tissue of your core.

As he experimentally began pumping his finger in and out, his tongue flicked your sweet little bundle of nerves, chuckling at the strained sounds that slipped from your lips. He dragged the calloused tip along the top of your passage, licking and teasing your sensitive nub.

After a minute or so, pleased at how wet you were for him, he forced in a second finger, curling the pair against your G-spot while suckling your clit when you let out a whine of discomfort.

“Just relax,” he murmured, dropping a brief kiss to your thigh as if in apology while he scissored his fingers, stretching your tight hole. “If you’re too tense to take my fingers, how can you hope to handle my cock? Take a deep breath and relax.”

You wanted to argue that there was no way you could relax when you were being molested by a filthy pirate, that you didn’t want to take his cock, but then his lips wrapped around your throbbing clit and sucked hard, and your mind went blank as you were momentarily overwhelmed by white-hot pleasure.

“That’s it,” he rasped, lips barely pulling away long enough to speak before diving back in, sucking in time to the thrust and curl of his digits, coaxing your hips to match his rhythm.

Against all decency and logic, your walls clenched around him as your body sang, coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in your belly with every heady bend and eager suck.

Just when you thought you might reach that peak and finally climax, Drake completely stopped. You whined, bucking your hips in hope of taking your own pleasure from the slick fingers that rested motionless inside you, but his free hand grabbed your hip in a bruising grip. Sluggishly, you opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze as he gave you a feral smile.

“Beg me to let you cum.”

Despite your flushed cheeks, humming nerves, and aching cunt, you refused to give him that victory. You may be his prisoner and a slave to his desires, but you wouldn’t beg. Steeling yourself for whatever he had planned, you defiantly shook your head, provoking a low, menacing chuckle.

“I was being nice, little one. I don’t have to give you pleasure at all—I could just flip you over and start fucking you. Are you denying yourself out of pride? Think you’ll get a moral victory by refusing to give in to your urges like I am? You think your will’s stronger than mine?” he snarled, suddenly angry. Your heart sped up as you realized you’d unconsciously touched a nerve—X Drake was famous for his composure since his days in the Navy. He was a man who strove to be in control of his emotions; to not give in to vices like lust or anger like his father had. That his Devil Fruit had driven him to this was a testament to how frustrated he was, how powerful the urges were, and how insulting it was to think that you could hold out when he couldn’t.

His hand started moving again, brutally ramming inside you as his fingers slammed against your G-spot with every stroke. “If you won’t beg me to let you cum, then I’ll just make you cum. I was giving you a choice. Something you’re never going to have again.” His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard, overwhelming you with sensation as his fingers continued to piston in and out. Captive to his touches and powerless to do anything but lay there and feel, your mouth let out little wordless cries, and even you couldn’t tell if they were meant to be denial or encouragement. It was when he started humming, sending sweet vibrations straight into your throbbing clit, that you finally felt your climax hit, pleasure shooting through you like liquid lightning, your walls clenching around his digits while your back arched.

The second he felt you spasm around his fingers Drake pulled away, grabbing your hips and refusing to let you ride out your orgasm, watching you writhe hopelessly under him.

“That’s enough foreplay,” he rumbled, tossing you over his shoulder and carrying you over to what could only be described as a nest of pillows, blankets, and other bedding. It made for a soft landing when he tossed you down, flipping you onto your stomach. To your surprise, you felt his fingers at your wrists, and the harsh rope tying your hands behind your back fell away. “It’s time we got to the main event.”

Wincing at the awful pins and needles travelling up your newly freed arms, you managed to brace yourself on your elbows and look up at him over your shoulder. His eyes had turned fully yellow and dangerously reptilian, and his ravenous gaze was fixated solely on you as he peeled off his leather bolero. You could feel his eyes caressing the smooth expanse of your back, your pert ass, quivering legs, and flushed face like you were a feast laid out just for him. His attention dropped briefly to his thigh-high boots, bending down to remove them, and you grasped at your chance, clumsily darting to your feet and attempting to make a run for it while he was distracted.

You didn’t even make it out of the nest before a beefy arm wrapped around your waist, swinging you up into the air before slamming you down into the bedding. The soft blankets and pillows prevented any injury, but the air was knocked out of your lungs, rendering your immobile while you struggled to regain your breath.

“At any other time I’d commend you for not giving up the fight, but right now all you’re doing is making this harder than it needs to be,” he growled as he rolled you back onto your stomach, prying your thighs apart so he could settle between them and elevating your hips with a pillow. One hand seized your right wrist, pinning it behind your back while the other grasped the back of your neck, pressing just hard enough to ensure you wouldn’t even dream of moving. Like this, he had full control, completely dominant and ready to claim his prize.

The hot tip of his erection teased your dripping entrance, and you let out an involuntary whimper. “Please…” You weren’t even entirely sure what you were begging for. Sure, you’d just tried to escape, but had you really thought you’d get away? Had you really wanted to, with your core aching to be filled? Or had you just wanted to see just how far you could push him?

“I warned you,” he growled. “Let’s see how much of me you can take. And just so you know, I will be cumming inside you. Every. Fucking. Time.” With deliberate slowness he pushed his stiff, throbbing cock into your tight, wet sex. Inch by inch he filled you, penetrating your womb as he finally bottomed out.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he said with a deep, relieved groan, stilling his hips to savor your walls clenching him. “Such a tight little cunt. Here I was wondering if I’d split you in half, but you took me like a champ. Like you were made for me,” he finished with a possessive, rumbling growl, slowly rolling his hips back before plunging back in.

Your free hand clawed at the bedding beneath you, caught between pain and pleasure. He was stretching you to the breaking point, slamming against your cunt like a battering ram, speed increasing with every rotation of his hips. At the same time, each thrust hit that magic spot inside you, and you were already so sensitive from your earlier orgasm, you couldn’t help but let out helpless little mewls as you squeezed him tightly. Pinned beneath him like this, helpless as his rough treatment stoked a fire in your belly, you wondered if, should you survive this, you’d ever be able to lay with another man again.

Hips snapping against your backside, the sharp slap of skin on skin echoed through the cave, accompanied by your needy cries and Drake’s terse grunts.

The hand pressing down on your neck tightened slightly as he growled, “That’s it, little one; you’re taking my cock so nicely. Should have known you were meant to be a pirate’s whore. It’s probably your dream, isn’t it? To get fucked day and night by a Navy traitor. Well, congratulations, dear; mission accomplished!”

You’d never imagined being degraded like this would get you off, but it was like his words were the catalyst you needed to cum so hard stars filled your vision. Your silken walls desperately milked him as your orgasm and his thrusts rocked your body, screaming his name like it was the only word that mattered anymore.

The sensation of you milking his cock sent Drake over the edge after you. With a nearly inhuman roar his seed filled your womb, hot cum painting your inner walls in thick spurts as he buried himself as deeply into your eager cunt as he could.

For a few moments the two of you just lay there, panting heavily and basking in post-orgasmic bliss. You whimpered a little when he pulled out, strangely mourning the sudden lack of heat and pressure, but soon found his arm wrapped around your waist, hoisting you up so you were vertical and pressed to his chest, legs spread as he lowered you back onto his cock. His free hand played with your breasts as his teeth latched onto your ear, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

“Drake~” you moaned, hypersensitive but matching his thrusts as best you could.

“Finally giving in, huh?” he panted in your ear, rutting up into your aching cunt. “I knew you would—you can only deny your instincts for so long.”

Hand encircling your throat, he pressed your head to his shoulder, looking down at you with fierce yellow eyes. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Getting railed by a pirate’s cock. You greedy little slut. You make a hell of a sight right now—needy juices dripping down your thighs, eyes glazed with pleasure, face covered in my cum.” He leaned down to lick away one of the milky droplets that clung to your cheek. “I should take a picture to send to headquarters; show them what happens to cute little Marines that fall into my clutches.” The hand supporting your waist slid down over your sweat-slicked stomach to the apex of your thighs, mercilessly grinding his thumb against your clit.

You didn’t even try to fight your orgasm this time, letting it wash over you, bouncing on Drake’s cock to draw it out while screaming your throat raw. Sharp teeth latched onto your shoulder as he released, hips snapping up hard as he came.

Drake wasn’t quite done yet, though. Somehow, despite two consecutive orgasms, he was still hard inside you. You mewled helplessly, too worn out to even rock your hips. Sensing you were at your limit, he pushed you back onto your stomach, hoisted up your hips, and proceeded to fuck you into the mattress.

Covered in sweat, stretched to your limit, limbs weak, overstimulated and hypertensive, all you could do was lay there, ass in the air as Drake continued to pump his massive cock into your twitching hole. However, the pathetic sounds of pleasure that you let out at every snap of his hips seemed to egg him on, and before long he slammed himself inside you with a penultimate, animalistic groan, emptying the last of his hot seed inside you.

At last sated, he removed you from his softening cock to wrap you up in a loose blanket before laying down beside you.

“Mmmm, can’t wait to do this again tomorrow.”

“To-tomorrow?” you gasped, forcing yourself to stay awake even as exhaustion darkened the corners of your vision and your limbs grew heavy and lethargic.

“I was eager to fuck you and rid myself of these damned urges, but now, I think I rather like them. I haven’t felt this relaxed in years.” Muscular arms engulfed you as he pulled you to his warm chest. Glancing up, you could see his eyes had returned to their normal, intense shade of blue. He purred, “And for such a little thing, you’re surprisingly durable. I’d be a fool to give you up. When my crew and I leave this island, you’re coming with us.”

“I can’t…”

“Your squad’s most likely dead, and the survivors would be trapped here until another ship stumbles across them. Even if they all lived, they couldn’t stop me from carrying you off.” His thick fingers combed through your hair, not caring that they were still damp and sticky with your juices. “You can’t go back to the Navy, anyway; the anti-fraternization laws are rather draconian, and if you don’t get court-martialed just on the off-chance that I could have recruited you as a spy, you’ll be looked down on with disgust and suspicion, passed over for promotions and missions for the rest of your career. Join my crew, and you’ll at least have my men’s respect.”

“I’m not a traitor,” you insisted, even as you buried your head against his chest to hide the tears that threatened to fall. Damn it, he was right—if the Navy found out that you’d been involved with X Drake, even under duress, you’d be branded a pariah and, at best, shuffled to some out-of-the-way base doing paperwork until judgement day.

His large hand cupped your chin, lifting your face so he could press a gentle kiss to your brow. “Then I guess you’ll have to spend your days as my captive and feisty little bed warmer.”

“Better keep me in the brig—otherwise, I might slit your throat in your sleep.”

“You can try, dear, but if I have to tie you up and fuck you into unconsciousness every night to ensure my safety, well, that’s a cross I’m willing to bear.” Tilting your head, he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I’d advise against killing me, though. If you prove yourself trustworthy, I’ll let you in on why I became a pirate. It’s a fascinating story, and it might just make you realize I’m not as bad as I seem.”

Your brow furrowed. What could he possibly mean by that? You wanted to question him, but the strain of the day was finally catching up to you, making your eyelids heavy. It was even harder to focus with the soft bedding underneath you and Drake’s bare chest keeping you warm.

He chuckled softly as you began to drift off, murmuring, “Get some rest, little one; that’s an order from your captain.”

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let-sanji-say-fuck · 5 years

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yay new blog! Okay how about some hcs of Law, Killer, Smoker, and X Drake getting flustered/blushy/hot and bothered (that sort of thing) from a female crush (who is unaware of their feelings)? some NSFW is fine too

Sorry for the delay! I hope this good share of sin was worth the waiting, huhuhu~!

Warnings: slight smut, these boys will need to relieve stress somehow after what their cute crushes got in store for them, hmm?

Trafalgar Law

When it comes to Law, no amount of exposed skin can beat a clever mouth. This goes from nerdy ramblings on several science fields (the guy is very knowledgable) to witty, ingenious comebacks; Law loves to hear all of it. Why am I saying this? Easy. Tease him. He can’t help feeling a great amount of satisfaction when someone returns his teasing. Bring on the sassy s/o for this man!

More than a blush, his crush is going to bring a very passionate streak of remarks out of this man. His smirk grows a little larger with every step on their weird conversation, and his eyes start to get this mischievous, crazy glint in them that makes him look quite intimidating, more so than usual. And the smirk that she’s returning turns him on, not that he’ll ever make it obvious.

It’s honestly all in the voice. The words might not even be referring to anything remotely sexual, but the way her voice drops into a sultry, suggestive tone when she teases him really does it for him. He likes a hoarse voice full of promises, and thank god he’s so proud of his self-restraint, otherwise she wouldn’t be just his “crush” anymore.

Funnily enough, the sexual tension in the air is easily noticeable, but not only for Law or his crush, but for the rest of the crew. The one way to stop Law before he pins her against the wall is hearing one of his closest subordinates yell something along the lines of “go get a room”. Now, this does get a flustered reaction out of him, and he’s immediately thrown off, mood shattered.

Law embarrassment can be summed up in one action: the rim of his hat being pulled over his face beyond its flexibility limit. This man is just so embarrassed when someone actually suggests some spice. The thoughts of doing just that become so much clearer, and he can only storm off, seeking to blow off some steam.

This man likes perseverance in his crush, so when she comes back to purposedly heat him up after an interrupted session, he can’t help but take it as the ultimate sign from above. She knocked on his door, possibly knowing fully well what he was beating, only to resume a wit battle? Well, he’s going to make sure she finishes what she had coming (and pray for her if he didn’t get to come, because their first time is going to be rough).

Killer

Really level-headed about everything, so he doesn’t usually let a beautiful woman knock him off his feet (since that’s usually Kid’s job… just saying). If he’s got to be seduced by anyone, it has to be someone who earns it through finding a spot into his heart, no matter how hard it is. When he starts to fall for this girl, boy, he knows he’s screwed.

She can make him blush very easily, not that anyone ever notices. Killer kind of can play it cool like a boss because no one can see how red his face got… except he also starts to vibrate. When he feels like a volcano on the verge of erupting (both from the heat and the erratic trembles) he knows that it’s time to peace out.

Lips are his utmost weakness. I dare say Killer’s kissing experience ranges from little to zero, he can’t help but crave a couple of soft lips against his own sometimes! He mentally scolds himself when he finds his eyes trailing towards her pair, but he just loves everything about them, from smiles to pouts, from lip licking to biting. God save him after he sees any of these, he needs a cold shower.

One day he notices that her lips are a bit cracked from the heat and offers to apply some of his lipstick on them. I’d say it worsened after he started using that helmet, but he’s always had a bad case of dry lips, so his lipstick serves as lip balm as well. He knew he had lost when his figers touched her plump lips, he’s so ready to either explode or make her explode.

The touch seemed to affect them both equally because somehow she ends up in his private quarters, bouncing on his lap while her lips reach for everything she can press them to, but only when he’s not holding her face in one hand and using his other one to press his thumb against her lips, smearing the lipstick and making an absolute mess of red and saliva (perhaps something else later in time, if he’s lucky…).

He’s going to start disappearing often with his now s/o since she started using the same lipstick as him. The sight of those glistening, deep red lips are the go-to way to catch his attention, it never fails. He decides to tune this kink down a little after the first few times he forgot to clean his helmet from the red marks and gave Kid one hell of a good time teasing him.

Smoker

Smoker enjoys being praised, but he’s going to react in a very harsh way about it. He doesn’t mean bad, he’s just really really terrible at taking compliments graciously. Subtle words of acknowledgement, he will be very receptive of, though. And also concern. This man is so taken aback if his crush tells him that she’s worried about him, he might even blush a little! (Smokes his way out of it though).

He’s also reluctant to admit this, but whenever his crush does something cute his heart melts a little and he finds out that he loves her a little more. He knows he’s a big guy, and the contrast between big and intimidating and sweet and cute really appeals to him. In the bedroom, however, he’d rather she wasn’t all cute and cringeworthy, please. There’s a time for everything.

It’s very hard to get Smoker horny, it takes a lot of work, trust… and a pretty, round butt. He denies it with all he got because he’s a professional, but he has actually lost count of all the times he has stared at his crush’s booty. It’s only hers that mesmerizes him, which bothers him a lot because it wasn’t his intention to grow a crush on anyone in the first place.

He’s had his fair share of fantasies featuring her ass and, honestly, just her, wholly. He’s a big cloud of stress, this man, and masturbates a lot, whenever free time allows, that’s it. This is mainly why there’s nothing she can do to drive him up a wall. Until she does. Not often, but she manages.

He likes some bold action! His crush is going to have to figure out that he’s interested in having a piece of her, because the best way to turn him on is to press him against a table and suggest some good time happening. Either that, or she has to be incredibly flirty, not mind the fact that he’s an intimidating brick wall of a man and, well, you got a delicious coincidence because, as it turns out, her flirting works wonders on him.

Like that night she came out of the room she shared with Tashigi in nothing more than a very tight pair of sleeping shorts that ended a little too high on her ass cheeks, and an impossibly thin tank top; he had her pretty little mouth moaning hotly against the nearest wall of the emptiest corridor they could find while Tashigi wondered how it could take anyone so long to get a glass of milk.

Diez Drake

The reason why he’s barely ever seen around his crush, unless the situation urgently calls for it, is because there’s no way he’s saving himself from making an embarrassingly blushy fool out of himself. He’s so obvious when he’s crushing on someone that it’s impossible to be completely unaware of his feelings. Needless to say, making him go flustered is awfully easy.

He hates summer islands because, most of the times they dock at one, they mean one, dreaded thing: beach time. Meaning, lots of skin revealed. Drake might have a hard time dealing with women’s bodies, but he honestly forgets all about any other girls when he sees his crush in such little clothing. He’s lucky if he doesn’t pass out right away.

Most times he’s going to spend the whole time inside of his cabin trying to shake the image from his brain (actually, shake something to the image) or just somewhere under a palm tree, seeking some shade to regulate his body temperature (perks of being a dino) and trying to fake an asleep façade because he’s not ready to interact with his crush. Also, he’s going to suffer in his tight leather pants because there’s no way he’s going to let anyone notice that he got a boner, and swimming trunks do just that.

Drake quickly finds out that he can’t take his eyes off her completely, not when she’s applying the sunscreen and she’s making such a show out of not being able to reach her back. He just wants to dig a hole in the sand and bury himself in it when she returns the stare and starts to crawl in his direction, and his soul just leaves his body, thankfully along with all the dirty thoughts, when she asks for his help.

He can’t look at her body when he’s spreading the cream across her back, not when he can only focus on the pain that comes with every throb of his erection. God help him, her skin is just so warm and smooth, and he only realizes that he’s touching the most sensitive spots on her back when she moans quietly, a couple of times.

His fantasy would want it that he took her back to the ship to keep listening to those sweet sounds the more he touched her, but that’s going to be pretty much impossible, considering that he’s dead on the sand in 0.2 seconds. Next chance to act on his desire might finally come, but his crush will have to remember to be extra gentle with him! He also got a nasty sunburn, he was too heavy to move along with the shade…

#Trafalgar Law #Killer #Smoker #Diez Drake #Female Pronouns #Slight Smut #Headcanons #thenotsofantasticlifestory

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ao3feed-timdrake · 4 years

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El payaso de entretenimiento.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2EjentH

by madlonie

En esta historia, Joker es el entretenimiento personal de Batman. Un suave y tierno payaso que recibe la atención temporal del murciélago vigilante de Gotham, claramente solo cuando baja a verlo a la baticueva, el resto del día Joker se la pasa solo, junto a sus pensamientos.

Hasta que en un momento, se aburre de toda aquella rutina, buscando diversión, y Batman tendrá que dársela si no quiere perder el control de su chico.

Words: 1743, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Joker (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

Relationships: Joker (DCU)/Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Emotional Manipulation, Dark Character, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Esto es en español en realidad, Joker ha pasado diez años solo con Batman...y unos otros, Batman está loco pero lo sabemos todos

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2EjentH

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #DC #DC comics #Tim Drake #Batman #teen titans #young justice

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 4 years

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El payaso de entretenimiento.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2EjentH

by madlonie

Hasta que en un momento, se aburre de toda aquella rutina, buscando diversión, y Batman tendrá que dársela si no quiere perder el control de su chico.

Words: 1743, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Joker (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

Relationships: Joker (DCU)/Bruce Wayne

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2EjentH

#IFTTT #ao3feed #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #gotham

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swampstew · 8 months

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Hi there, I hope I'm not too late for your mini event :3

Can I please have Diez Drake with the 1st NSFW prompt?

Thank you in advance 🙏

PS: Lots of love to you and your cat

Thank you for your submission Jess (and for all your really kind messages♡) You requested subtle intimacy, and I give you [Bulge]: rubbing bulge through pants.

Oh Captain, My Captain Drake

Warnings: SPICY. Femdom >:) handjob, thigh riding, naughty times at work where you lowkey abuse your power (as Marines tend to do) Word count: 915 Minors DNI

Diez Drake sat before you for news of his assignment. As his Vice Admiral, you were about to deliver life changing news. You knew Drake could handle it, he had the prowess and mental finesse to survive out in the real world outside the safety of the Marines, but still.

That’s Dory to you.

You were raised within the Marines together and you were always one step above him in rank. Dory was a sweet soul and this assignment, the reality of the world, was going to harden him. A sweet soul who still blushed and broke eye contact with you if you stared at him for too long.

Sweet Dory who had a nose bleed when he saw you in your dress at last year’s ball formal. Who never worked up the nerve to ask you out.

“Rear Admiral Diez, I’m not going to lie to you,” you dropped the files on your desk and stood up, motioning for him to follow you to the couch in your office. “This assignment can make or break a person. You can say no. But if you want to hear the details, I’m going to need to test you to see how adaptable you are to any situation.”

His head cocked at you in surprise but followed your direction. Once sat, “I’m willing to do whatever it takes. The Fleet Admiral himself personally knows of my dreams and ambitions. If this is the path I must take, then so be it.”

“And so it is,” you nodded, not surprised. That’s one of the many things you admired about him. “Alright Dory. I’ll tell you – you’ll be given a devil fruit. Then the hard work begins. Part of this life means having to survive no matter the cost, turning any situation to your favor in order to make it out alive or gain an upper hand. Do you understand?”

You walked towards him as you spoke, making sure to emphasize the surviving part. His face flushed red when he realized how close you were to him, how from his seated position you were eye level to him and from how he realized how lovely you looked in your blouse and pencil skirt.

“Y-yes ma’am,” he let out hoarsely.

“Anyone can betray you if you aren’t careful,” you put your kitten heel toe on the cushion beside his hip. “People will use you, you will use people – get used to uncomfortable situations, Dory. They’re all you’ll know now,” you whispered in his ear.

A visible bulge outlined his pants when you pulled back and a mischievous smirk curled on your lips, “Hesitation is the difference between life and death, the wrong answer will cost your head. Enemies, friends, allies, rats, they’re all the same when you’re out there – what will you do?”

As the silence hung there with your faces so close to each other, you swore you could hear a pin drop.

You dipped your hand to his bulge and rubbed him softly.

His entire body rippled with tension, and he jerkily fixed his posture and stared into your eyes, “I will do whatever the situation requires of me.”

“Take your pants off, Drake.”

Stiffly, he followed your command, flushing violently as he dropped his pants and sat back down. His erection strained against his underwear at full attention.

“Damn. I always wondered how big you were,” you shamelessly eyed his length, nibbling on your bottom lip as you took a step back. Drake’s nose dripped with a line of blood as he watched you slide your panties off, hastily wiping it off with his wrist.

“But you’re my superi—”

“What was that Dory?”

“—Nothing. As you command.”

“Good soldier.”

You hitched your skirt up your thighs, not exposing yourself, and settled over his massive, sculpted thigh. Drake’s gasp was loud as he felt your wetness leak over his skin. You squirmed and squealed when you rubbed against his muscles to stimulate your clit.

Reaching down, your fingers lightly wrapped around Drake’s cock and he hissed in pleasure, shuddering underneath you. You started to pump him as you rode his thigh, giving him a teasing pace for all the years of leaving you hanging as you drove yourself to the edge of ecstasy as your nub grazed against the contours of muscle and soft, auburn colored hairs.

Grinding rapidly against his thigh, you couldn’t repress your moans as you grew hotter. Your silk spilled over his thighs and your legs, ruining your couch underneath. With a grin, you hastened your pace on his cock and Dory was shuddering and whimpering in your grasp. When your orgasm peaked, your clit rut against his thigh harshly until you were flush against his hip, body convulsing wildly as you came in his lap. Through your orgasm, you kept a firm hold on the base of Drake’s cock to prevent him from finishing with you, like a cruel, flesh cock ring.

Drake huffed with disbelief and lust in his blue irises. With a chuckle, you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck and lazily pumped him.

“A reward for handling your test perfectly,” you kissed his neck, licking his throat when he swallowed hard from your words. A few graceful strokes of your talented hand later and he came in his underwear, the creamy liquid oozed through the fabric and over your fingers.

“I woulda blown you but you never asked me out,” you shook your hand clean.

#diez drake x you #diez drake #oh captain my captain mini event #swampstew bedtime stories #swampstew #one piece fanfiction #x drake #one piece x drake #diez drake smut

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cebwrites · 2 years

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hey Cev, if you feel inspired by this may I please request some nsfw hcs with our dino-softie being teased and loved by a smaller gn or male reader? I bet X Drake loves having his nipple played, sucked and smooched all over until he feels completely powerless and loses control almost transforming mid pleasure. Also just saying but what if his s/o was like a zoan type devil fruit user or maybe they have just fangs, double the fun I bet ;) leaving all sort of hickeys and bite marks that he will never be able to hide in the next days. Sorry for this wall of text I just got really excited and Thank you as always for all the good content ^^

anon i'm kissing you directly on the mouth for this ask you're so right this is the treatment that soggy little dino meow meow DESERVES 😤😤 pardon my indulgence~ 💕

i mixed up the formats a little to help my stinky fish brain write this, hope you still enjoy!!

Teased by male reader (X Drake)

nsfw under the cut [cw: nipple play, toys, orgasm denial, anal, handcuffs, mild blood] word count: 0.7k

X Drake.

One of the navy’s elite, a ferocious beast on the battlefield, a supernova; and now? Splayed across the mattress of a surprisingly accommodating hotel room, arms shackled to the bedposts by sea stone and legs spread apart for his partner’s lovely viewing pleasure as they slide the lubed up vibe into his prepped hole. Drake pulls weakly against his restraints, sending what could be read as both a whine and a grumble to his boyfriend from behind the cloth mask being used as a gag.

“You’re so brazen, Shōshō, leaving yourself open and vulnerable like this~”

Drake would let out another whine when you seat yourself just above his cock, letting it rest against the curve of your ass but ultimately denying him of the much needed friction you both know he’s bursting at the seams for

Your hands cup that glorious, broad chest of his - Drake was massive, not by any of the Grand Line’s standards, but since you were already a little smaller than most, the difference still counted - and got to work

You fondled and kissed them, making sure each tit got just as much affection as the other, toying at his nipples while keen eyes watched your partner’s every twitch and change of expression

You leaned down to take one of the sensitive buds into your mouth, relishing in the muffled groan that rumbled from his throat, and felt around for the remote to the marine’s vibrator

Rear Admiral Diez could handle a higher setting, as a treat

When you did, the response was immediate, Drake bucks his hips in response to the stimulus and cries out behind his gag, arms straining against the seastone that binds him and for a moment you wonder if the bedframe would hold out

No matter, this was far more important

“Does that feel nice, Captain? Do you like it~?”

Delicately grinding against the throbbing member against your ass but not nearly providing enough contact for his liking; one hand brushes over his cheek, you trace the drool dribbling down at his chin with your thumb in one movement, undoing his gag for him in the next

You press a chaste peck against the corner or his mouth, an absolute mess on the verge of tears, Drake whimpers when you lean up again and you’ll be damned if that doesn’t make your own cock twitch in response, too

You kiss a trail from his forehead, his nose, lips, all the way down to Diez’s neck where you graze your canines against tender skin, smirking when gooseflesh appears and he sucks in an involuntary breath as you rut against his stomach, the marine’s own want still painfully ignored

Your teeth leave marks as they pierce him similar to old scars in the same places, it lights a fire in your belly and only spurs your desire for more, eagerly lapping up the red that would always follow - fangs drift from one shoulder to the other, then back to his chest, his moans and cries a symphony to you in the background

“Please, __, p-please... I need more, __. I want-- I need you.”

“Oh? It’s a need~?”

Satisfied with the positively debauched expression he gives you, you press another kiss to his cheek carefully undoing one of his restraints - almost immediately, the size disparity between you dramatically increases as his hybrid form briefly shows itself before Drake can get a reign on his powers again

The seastone content of the cuffs you used on him was relatively low (miraculous what you can get on the black market, right?), but you weren’t expecting just how much they were holding him back

Drake is extremely apologetic, his free hand now covering his face in sheer embarrassment but everything stops short when you kiss his snout; he opens his eyes to see smugness painted all over your face, somehow blushing more than he already had been when you take his hand to wrap around your cock

“It’s okay, baby boy, I was just a little surprised, that’s all,” you coo between kisses, “But that wasn’t very nice, you know.”

Drake stiffens at the feeling of your ass finally, finally against the tip of his dick, he could almost cry - he’s just barely restraining himself from grabbing you by the waist and going all in when you pull away, moving up to sit on his chest and position your cock directly above his mouth

“We’ll have to train you a little more before you’re allowed your reward tonight for that though, isn’t that right, captain~?”

This time, he actually does cry - you loved this man with all your heart but this?

This was nothing but carnal, babes

#cebafterdark #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece smut #x drake #op drake #op drake x reader #diez drake #one piece drake #drake x reader #one piece x reader #diez drake x reader #i like my men pathetic #we love AND bully (affectionate) x drake in this house

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anubislover · 4 years

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Anyone Want Some X Drake Smut?

Due to developing a sudden and mighty thirst for X Drake I’m about 75% done with a smutty reader-insert fanfic. There are not enough of these (or smutty X Drake headcanons from what I’ve seen) so if there’s anyone anxious to put themselves in the position of a captured female Marine who experiences our dino daddy’s primal and dominant side, stay tuned!

Edit: the fic has been written and is called "A Primal Need for a Marine." Be sure to leave a comment if you like it!

#x drake #diez drake #diez x drake #reader insert #One Piece Fanfiction #one piece x drake #x drake one piece #one piece fanfic #op fanfiction #op fanfic #red flag x drake #worst generation #smut fic #stay tuned #one piece reader insert #dino daddy drake #thirst #fic: a primal need for a marine

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let-sanji-say-fuck · 5 years

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Welcome to the OP headcanon community, er... I don't know if you have any preferred usernames or such so I'll just say hello and welcome, and if you are currently accepting requests, perhaps I could ask you for a few headcanons on X Drake in a relationship with his s/o? Female s/o preferred, and I'm totally down with both SFW and NSFW, whatever you feel comfortable with! Again, I hope you enjoy your time here and get a lot of lovely attention and all the asks you can handle! Thank you!

Thank you so much for the sweet welcome, dear! Well, cute @madlymiho started to call me Sanji so I could go by Mod Sanji? Sounds about right haha. And of course, it’ll be my pleasure! I was looking forward to a Drake request, but didn’t expect one so soon tbh! Let’s spread the dino love!

Diez Drake

SFW

There’s this thing about this dino, you see: he crushes on people with awful ease. It has happened so often that he barely pays it mind, but if he’s approached by the person he likes he’s going to straight out nope out of that situation because he’s totally not going to make a blushing fool out of himself.

Starting a relationship is a different matter, though. Drake needs an actual ton of trust and shared time and experiences with her to even entertain the idea of asking her out. Does he crave it and fantasize, though.

Traditional romantic dude. His romanticism is a little rough around the edges, but when he gets a partner it’s going to be all sweet little gestures from him. In public, he won’t go much further than hair ruffles, arm caresses and, if he’s in a good mood, holding her hand. Thank god he wears gloves because he gets nervous easily and will start sweating and definitely doesn’t need to gross her out.

When in private he’s 100% clingier though! Don’t tell anyone, but he hasn’t experienced any real affection since he was still a tiny dreamer. He’s touch starved, even if he won’t admit it! Whenever he finds some alone time with his s/o his arms are around her and he’s bending awkwardly to nuzzle the crook of her neck.

He doesn’t really appreciate having his hair touched or messed with after he has applied gel to it, but he absolutely ADORES it when his s/o runs her fingers through his hair and scratches his scalp and caresses his sideburns, all when they’re lying down on the bed in the wee hours.

Also, I hope his s/o enjoys listening because it will be often that he gets lost in his excited rambles about his interests. He goes from 0 to 100 real quick, from frowning cap’n to cute lizard nerd in 0.02 seconds. It’s so endearing there’s no way anyone who appreciates him will ever have the heart to shut him up. He’ll blush and smile a little if his s/o makes a comment and starts to engage in the conversation.

Dates will mostly consist of spending quality time with him. Getting lazy on his bed while both of them read, or just talking about anything. Drake loves keeping up with his sunshine’s life, even if it’s the most ordinary aspects, like what she had for breakfast or what perfume she decided to use that day. He loves listening to all about it. Also, dates in the reptile house of a zoo and stargazing. Will just say that.

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The best way to set the mood is gentle kissing. Drake doesn’t easily get involved in a liplock, so when it happens, it’s most likely going to lead to something. While he loves the gentle kind of kisses on every single spot of his face, the ones that take his breath away are those that make him grip her hip in one hand and the back of her head in the other. And the ones that drive him absolutely crazy are the wet ones that trail from the wide expanse of his neck to the firm planes and ink of his chest, and lower, lower…

This is no secret, but he’s terribly weak to his s/o’s body. Just the sight can overwhelm him, so the best bet is taking it step by step. Slow, sensual stripping while his eyes and hands get used to her body, close-eyed kisses where he just feels every touch and caress, soft praise… It really does it for him.

Pace is always slow and gentle. The guy is vanilla as heck, don’t let the leather he constantly wears fool you. He wouldn’t even think of tying her up or trying anything kinky unless she asked. As I said before, he’s pretty traditional, and isn’t all that experienced to know all the gists, so his technique leans more towards the sweet, love-making side.

Either pretty quiet or a sweet talker, definitely not one for dirty talking. That’s probably going to end up being his s/o’s job, and it will absolutely baffle him. Not that he doesn’t enjoy knowing how big he is or how good he’s making her feel, but he honestly wouldn’t change a good ol’ series of breathless “I love you”s for it. Tender praising and expressing mutual love is so important to him.

Can’t keep his hands to himself. He needs to feel her body at all times, as it anchors him to reality; knowing that this is not just a fantasy makes the experience so much more pleasant. Let him grab her hips while he bucks into her, caress her chest when she rides him, rake his nails across her thighs if she sits on his face and pull at her hair gently when she sucks him off.

The best moment of the night has to be keeping eye contact with her and holding both of her hands while he makes her come loudly. The position doesn’t matter, his blue eyes are always piercing into her. He saves every twist on her brow and every pitch of her voice in his memory because it’s honestly one of the most beautiful sides of his darling he has ever seen. It’s enough to bring him to his own release, and he’s so enchanted with her that he doesn’t even realize how intense it was until he notices how out of breath he is and his pounding heart.

Pillow talk is a must. Once they’re both feeling fresher and comfortable, he pulls her impossibly close and kisses every part he can reach. This is one of the few moments in which he literally can’t shut up because he absolutely needs to know if she’s feeling good, if she needs anything, if she loves him the way he loves her. It’s so emotional because he’s just overwhelmed by the recent orgasm and the brimming love for his s/o. Needless to say, he wouldn’t engage in sex if he wasn’t close to his partner. Any kind of pleasure grows tenfold if he is so deeply in love that a few tears slip when he realizes that he found someone who adores him at last.

#Diez Drake #Female Pronouns #Fluff #Smut #Relationship #Headcanons #One Piece #all-blue-headcanons

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Can I request some X Drake SMUT AS HECCCKKK w fem s/o. Just so much dirt. Any dirt. As dirty as you want ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Oh jeez, what about dirty AND fluffy? Yay for Dino bae requests! ✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡

Word count: 2150.

Warnings: heavy smut, dirty talking, unprotected sex, beware the eventual fluff.

Diez Drake

“I’m flattered, being invited over by a Marine. A Rear Admiral at that!”

“Don’t be so full of yourself, pirate. This is just an interrogation.”

“Oh?” Her pink lips curved upwards, drawing an impish smile. “In your bedroom, Sir?”

Drake decided to remain quiet, simply staring at the woman who was sitting comfortably on the edge of his bed. His eyes noticed every movement she made, from the tilt of her head as she inspected her surroundings to the shift of her wrists, which were resting on her lap and trying to get used to the heavy handcuffs. The man was confident, however, that she wouldn’t try anything stupid. The door was locked, and so were the windows. She had nowhere to run.

“You bear more knowledge than you should.” His gaze was piercing, but she just returned a carefree flutter of those eyelashes. “About Vegapunk, and about the Pacifista project. A pirate like you should have never gained access to such information, don’t you think?” [Name] snorted.

“It was just a stroke of luck, really. I’m not interested in spreading the information, so no need to worry.” His eyes hardened, but she still didn’t look the least intimidated by the large man looming over her defenseless shape. “Are you really going to send me to Impel Down for this? There’s guys out there who have done far worse than me, I dare say this is really unfair.” She eyed Drake up and down before raising her eyebrows and chuckling low in her throat. “But I must admit the guards in that damned prison would do a much better work at getting information from me.”

“Are you implying that my method is mediocre?” His question was a low rumble that he voiced as slowly as he leaned down, placing his open, gloved hands on the wide expanse of her bare thighs. Now at eye level with her, [Name] could perfectly see those darkened eyes that were full of promises.

“Oh, mediocre at best, indeed. Only two questions in and you still haven’t earned yourself a strong reaction from me… I’d say you’ve failed as the bad cop.” Her own voice was so low that Drake wouldn’t have been able to catch it had it not been for the closeness she had created between the two of them. Her lips were almost brushing against his, eyes staring into his adoringly, mischievously, and he had to let out a shaky breath to regain focus again. She smirked. “I’ll be very disappointed in the Navy if this is everything a Rear Admiral can do…”

“As I said before, pirate,” Drake spat the word, feeling content with the yelp that came from her when he pushed her down on her back, pining her wrists above her head as he caged her poorly-clad body between the bed and his broad torso, “don’t be so full of yourself. I’ve only just started.”

[Name] looked like she was about to say something, but the sudden hands on her chest only conceded her the ability to release a series of shocked whimpers. The lack of bra underneath her thin shirt helped her feel every caress and pinch delivered to her sensitive nipples, which were hard enough to be noticeable at this point. Drake shuddered, short on mercy as he groped and caressed her full mounds, but she only continued to grin and hum in approval, fingers twitching and wishing to return the touch, but her hands remained above her head without any kind of assistance from Drake’s.

“How did you manage to sneak into there?” His voice took a ragged quality when he revealed her soft breasts, discarding her shirt as far as he could; the handcuffs only allowed him to pool it around her wrists so, he decided, that would have to do, but the heat added to her already clammy hands made her mewl in discomfort. He closed his eyes, returning his hands to the naked skin and feeling the hard peaks under his thumbs, getting used to the perfectly round shape with the rest of his fingers and palms.

“Sneak into where?” The harsh tweak on her nipples earned him a pained grunt, followed by the impatient whimpers caused by the soothing caresses that came afterwards. She looked up at him and noticed that his eyes were on her every expression. She blushed a pretty pink, and he huffed.

“I’m the one asking questions here.” One of his hands started to wander lower, skimming around the dip of her bellybutton and feeling the quiver of her skin. “How did you get into Vegapunk’s research laboratory?”

“I-I already told you! I came across it and…” She cursed herself for stuttering, but cursed even more when she yelped once again, his thumb and index finger pinching her nipple again; seemingly, he had not been satisfied with where her answer was steering towards. “It was daytime, it’s less crowded, and I managed to knock one guard unconscious and disguise myself. The oldest trick in the book, y’know.” She breathed shakily when the one hand he had freed from a leather glove while she spoke slid under the hem of her shorts, feeling her underwear and unavoidably feeling how wet he was getting her. His still-gloved hand abandoned the absent caressing on her chest to expose her underwear, and [Name] sighed.

“Old indeed, I wonder if that’s how you actually got in…” His voice was slightly strained, but immediately regained an alluring authoritative tone that went straight to her core, as did the look he was giving her. “Legs wide open.”

As she slowly obeyed his command, Drake got rid of his heavy coat, white vest and cravat, and kicked his boots away, leaving him in a deep blue, button-up shirt, his long, white and impossibly tight trousers and only one glove. Placing his hands on either knee of hers to keep her legs as apart as possible, he hungrily eyed the center of her panties, where a sticky wetness had spread. [Name] noticed the deep color that crept to his neck, cheeks and ears, but wasn’t given a chance to comment about it when his nude hand palmed her hot core, middle finger digging to find her hole through the cloth.

“Did you take any blueprints with you? Where did you hide them, if so?” Kneeling down on the floor, he brought her hips closer, resting her knees on top of his shoulders. Her thighs shivered in anticipation, and she just sighed heavily when she felt his finger push the soaked panties to the side. Drake stared at her wet lips and pearly clit, exhaling a silent curse to himself. The musk was already getting to his head, and one thumb kept poking at her entrance, never fully pushing in, before he nuzzled her inner thigh, looking up at her. “You better start singing everything you know.”

The first words were hard to get out with his tongue and lips working enthusiastically around her clit, and a couple of fingers pumping and curling inside of her, but [Name] eventually managed to come up with excuses and, even more difficult, voice them properly. She babbled on and quite literally moaned about how she left those blueprints in her ship, then decided that it wasn’t a good enough excuse, because she then mentioned a partner in crime named Dory (who could eat her out just as amazingly as Drake, or so she needlessly added).

Feeling a strong orgasm coming too close for comfort, her hands, which had already sought place in his ginger hair, started to tug at and mess with the carefully-styled faux hawk. She cursed loudly, feeling that Drake wouldn’t move from the space between her legs, nor did he stop his ministrations. She cried, frustrated, and tugged harshly.

“F-Fuck, Drake…” He finally noticed the reprimanding tone in her whisper and froze immediately, looking up to watch her mewl, buck her hips a few times and heave a long sigh. When he straightened up, he noticed the glare she was directing at him, and stared at her with a slightly sheepish glint in his eyes. After wiping his mouth and clearing his throat a little, he brought his hands to the zipper of his trousers, and stared at her body, beautifully flushed and heaving with shallow breaths, while managing to slip his cock out of his constrictive underwear.

Bringing himself down to rest his knees on the edge of the mattress, he stopped [Name] before she could fully shift onto her hands and knees, which seemed to be her intention. Instead, he gripped her hip softly and sought place between her legs again, this time rubbing the tip of his dick against her wet entrance. He looked down at her and noticed her hard gaze.

“I’m going in,” warned Drake gently before pushing inside in shallow thrusts, mindful of her comfort. She stared at him as he reached into his pocket and pulled a small key that he used to swiftly free her hands from the handcuffs. Immediately after, her hands rested on his shoulders, massaging gently, and his hands cupped her cheeks, rubbing softly at the reddened skin and looking into her eyes with a certain fondness. Even after the long stare contest, he had yet to start moving.

“God, Drake.” Her laugh came like a breeze of fresh air, and he smiled when she playfully shoved his chest. Far from managing to throw him off balance, her hands started to unbutton his shirt, which he helped her remove, and stroked along the black ink on his skin. “You are supposed to fuck me into joining the Navy, not look at me like you fell in love with me all over again.” He returned the chuckle, feeling a pleasant lightness in his chest when he finally started to move; far from fucking her into the mattress, his hips snapped rhythmically and with utmost care.

“I’m sorry, my dearest.” His apology was half-assed, she knew that he knew it wasn’t in him to give her a rough time in bed. Sitting up a little while seeking support by locking her legs around his hips, she reached for his lips, kissing him gently and feeling him pick up some speed ever so slightly. She swallowed and returned a line of moans that rumbled from deep within his chest. His hands were restless, feeling her every curve the hotter his body became. He considered kicking his trousers off, but the idea of having to leave her slick warmth even for just a second appealed to him even less than having to endure the scorching heat that only she could bring upon him.

“You know, I wasn’t lying earlier,” she stared suddenly, a playful curve on her lips. Drake stared down at her with curious eyes, but his thrusts never faltered. With a gentle laugh-turned-moan, her smirk widened. “When I said that Dory eats my pussy like a champ, I meant it.”

“[Name]…”

“He fucks me so well, too. He’s so gentle with me, but always makes me feel so good.” She knew what she was doing to him, she knew from the even more intense blush that adorned his cheeks, and the quicker his pace was becoming, his tip massaging slightly deeper inside of her. Her mouth remained open to allow several cries, brows furrowed as she tried her best to keep eye contact with him. His hands slipped into hers and felt them squeeze tighter when she finally reached her high. “Shit! I love you, Dory!”

With a low groan that barely passed through clenched teeth, Drake pulled out swiftly and, with the aid of a few, shallow pumps, was coming on her belly, repeatedly sighing that he loved her just as much as she claimed that she loved him.

Drake stayed on his knees, staring down at the messy love of his life, who looked spent but very much satisfied. Through half-lidded, sleepy eyes, she invited him to join her, which he gladly did once he had cleaned the thick cum from her skin and had finally removed those pants. Watching him kick them away, [Name] couldn’t help the small chuckle.

“I’m glad you didn’t burn your uniform from the old, Navy times. It’s confirmed, it’s goddamn amazing for roleplaying sessions.” She drew a beautiful, carefree smile when she felt the mattress dip heavily under his full weight, his long arms bringing her in for a sweet embrace as he kissed her forehead and brushed some of the hair sticking to it from the sweat. When he returned her relaxed expression, she laughed loudly, slapping his shoulder gently. “But next time, don’t try to make me cum when you’re supposed to be torturing me!” Because Drake was fairly new to most things she recommended in bed, but [Name] would see to it that there was a next time.

#Diez Drake #Female Pronouns #Smut #Fluff #Scenario #One Piece #Anonymous

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