When Killer entered the room and froze the moment found him lounging on the bed, Kid smirked. He didn’t have to ask if the get-up suited him, if he looked good, he knew he did. And the way Killer’s gaze lingered on his barely concealed form left no question as to whether he what he saw. “Fuck, Kid,” Killer scampered into the room and shut the door behind him with more force than necessary. “Where’d you even get that?” Kid smirked and shrugged, electing not to answer that particular question. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and beckoned Killer closer, "Not that I mind you ogling me like that, but are you just going to stand there and stare?" That got the blond moving, and Kid couldn't help the satisfaction he felt at seeing Killer lose his composure like this. Before he knew it, Killer had straddled his hips, cupped his cheeks and leant down to devour his lips in a hungry kiss. That wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he had teased Killer, but Kid supposed he could indulge the him - at least for the moment.

Tangles a hand in Killer's hair, using his grip to pull his head back, exposing his throat so he could bite and nibble at it, covering it in the remnants of the lipstick he had been wearing as well as bitemarks that would leave no doubt that Killer belonged with him. Kid knew Killer would never look at anyone the way he looked at him - but that didn’t stop other people from looking at Killer. Not that Kid could blame them, far from it. Killer was exceedingly handsome

Kid uses Devil Fruit to pin Killer’s hands to the headboard. Tells him to watch as he rides Killer’s cock. Killer couldn’t have looked away even if he had wanted to - but he most certainly did not want to look away.

#WIPScrapyard #nsfw #onepiece #kidkil

Summary: Kid surprises Killer wearing some lacey, red underwear. They fuck. Kid is a power bottom in this situation, but they're switch and vers to me (most pairings are)

Law blinked at him, slowly, disbelieving. "You want me to do what?" "Don't make me repeat myself," Kid ground out, even though he couldn't blame Law for asking. Not considering what he had requested. “Let me get this straight. You want me to drug you, so he,” Law deadpanned and gestured at Killer, who was standing next to Kid with his arms crossed, “can fuck you?” “So what? It’s consensual on both parts,” Kid shrugged, leaning against Killer and letting him take some of his weight. “You can watch or join in on the fun for all I care, as long as you provide Killer the means to knock me out safely. Preferably in a way that leaves me conscious but delirious.” And would you look at that? A faint blush tinged Law’s cheeks, meaning he was at the very least thinking over Kid’s proposition.

After downing his first drink, it didn’t take long for his vision to get blurry. Kid's sense of balance went away soon after. What the hell did they serve him? He was not a lightweight. A surge of panic went through him as his fight or flight instincts kicked in. Had someone spiked his drink? Oh… When he turned to Killer with wide eyes, his First Mate gave him an almost imperceptible nod in turn. So it was time then. They could at least let him have enjoyed the celebration a little longer, Kid thought to himself with a grumble. Whatever they had given him packed a punch because between one blink and the next he had lost concentration and the metal making up his metal arm clattered to the ground. With the last of his strength, he took a stumbling step towards Killer and let himself slump against his chest - where he was promptly cocooned by Killer’s strong arms and his intoxicating scent. Kid let himself sink deeper into the embrace and giggled. Not that it mattered, he already was intoxicated, after all. “Come on, Cap’n,” Killer slung an arm around him, keeping him upright. “Let’s get you back to the ship, hm?” Already, Killer’s voice was rough and gravely, and Kid couldn’t help the pang of arousal that went straight to his dick.

Someone plays with his nipple piercings, or rather tugs on them to the point of pain, and Kid can’t help the filthy moan escaping his mouth - or how his dick twitched, another bead of precum gathering at the tip of it. It was a delightful surprise all around, and he was willing to bet it had been Killer who had done it. “You’re such a pain slut,” Killer sneered, confirming his suspicion, and Kid eagerly nodded - only to be slapped in the face. “That wasn’t a compliment.” The piercings are connected with a chain and clipped to a leash by someone else, forcing him to crawl behind the one holding it. The wooden floorboards were far from comfortable for his hands and knees. A low whine builds in his throat when he can’t scamper after them fast enough and the pain increases. The one holding his leash tsked, giving it another tug that almost made Kid’s leg give out under him from the searing pain. “Can’t even do this right, can you? You truly are pathetic.” Going by the voice, it was Law, which made Kid want to resist just a little bit. Maybe, if his brain hadn’t been so hazy from the drugs, he would have stopped to consider the possible consequences for even a second. But as it was, the little bit of impulse control he sometimes managed to find had long since gone out of the window - so he growled and blindly snapped at the one he presumed to be Law. “Bad dog.” Someone laughed, and then someone else gripped his hair in a deathgrip and yanked his head back, making tears well up in the corners of his eyes - both from his hair being pulled and the leash going taunt, setting his nipples on fire from how hard his piercings were being pulled on. “I think this dog needs a muzzle until it has learned to obey.”

#WIPScrapyard #nsfw #onepiece #kidkil #kidlaw

tags: bottom Kid, CNC (so dubcon), consensual drugging, knife & blood play, degradation, threesome

Summary: Kid and Killer like getting freaky in the bedroom (and outside it). Some things require a professional to be done safely, so they involve Law.

Be that as it may, Katakuri couldn’t help but to smile fondly - until he remembered that, for once, his scarf wasn’t covering his mouth, and, by extension, his teeth. If any of Luffy’s crewmates was bothered by that, they didn’t show it. Then again, their Doctor was a talking reindeer and their Musician was a living skeleton, so they must be used to otherness like Katakuri’s. Katakuri himself was not used to not feeling like he had to hide part of who he was, but the nagging unease settled soon enough, allowing him to relax and laugh alongside the Strawhat Pirates - and to get to know them - and Luffy - better. True to Luffy’s words, Zoro and Sanji did ease up eventually - until Luffy elbowed Zoro and nodded to the tall man in the corner. “That’s the guy you fought on Wano, isn’t it?” “Hmm? Yeah, that’s King,” the swordsman answered without even looking at the man in question. “Tough guy, has some interesting fighting techniques as well. I don’t sense Kaido anywhere around here though." “Shishishi, let’s get him over here as well! He sounds like fun and shouldn’t have to sit by himself!” Before his crewmates had the chance to protest, Luffy had already flung himself over to King, almost knocking over the table in the process. Going by the crew’s collective groaning, and the odd amused headshaking, this seemed to be a somewhat common thing for the Strawhat to do. Katakuri supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised, not with his own presence at their table. Still, he glared at the man, not exactly happy he would have to vie for Luffy’s attention with another person - it hadn’t escaped his notice how King had been eying the Strawhat as well.

Evening draws on, and at some point Katakuri locks eyes with King before they both look at Luffy and then back at each other. Nod at each other in mutual understanding. He could work with this. Katakuri had plenty of siblings so he was used to sharing. If him having to share applied to sex as well, then so be it. It was better than not getting any, or King and him fighting over it. Having fought Luffy before, Katakuri was well aware of how his Devil Fruit worked, and part of him wanted to test the limits of those powers in the bedroom. Between two giants, such as King and Katakuri himself, Luffy was sure to get absolutely wrecked. If Luffy even agreed to both of them having a go at him.

Luffy’s eyes darted between King and Katakari with a knowing look, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a smirk. “Is staring all you’re going to do?” Katakuri froze, and out of the corners of his eyes he could see King doing the same thing. Hadn’t he himself just marvelled at Luffy’s perceptiveness not that long ago? It had been foolish of him to assume that said perceptiveness wouldn’t also apply to this. It was Katakuri who found his voice, rough and gravelly as it was, first, the gears in his head turning a million miles an hour. “Do you want us to do more than stare?” Gods only knew that Katakuri wanted to do more than merely look at Luffy, and going by the Strawhat’s words, he did as well. But Katakuri had to be sure. “I want you to do whatever it is you want to do,” Luffy taunted, a dangerous glint in his eyes that gave his grin an almost menacing quality. “I know I can take it.” The words were spoken with the kind of absolute confidence that suggested this likely wasn’t the first time Luffy was doing something like this. They also made Katakuri realise that he had severely underestimated the Strawhat in this regard. It was equally arousing and terrifying, and Katakuri was well aware of the challenge Luffy’s words held.

#WIPScrapyard #nsfw #onepiece

tags: KataKingLuffy, bottom Luffy, spitroasting, inappropiate use of DF powers

They all meet in a random inn by circumstance (smut logic, leave me be). For reasons™, King & Kata abscond with Luffy & have a (friendly) competition who can last longer & ruin Luffy more

Crocodile sighs, trails his thumb along Mihawk's jawline. Takes Mihawk everything he has to not shudder and melt into the touch with a happy little sigh. Curls tail in on itself to keep it from swishing. “I freed up my schedule for this evening.” Perfect. Just what Mihawk had been waiting for. Not showing his elation, he hummed, showing that he had heard Crocodile. “Let me spoil you tonight, kitten,” Crocodile murmured as he bent down and leaned forward until they were breathing the same air, letting Mihawk smell the smokey and nutty aftertaste of Crocodile's cigars. Was the closest thing to an apology he'd get. Mihawk knew that. He didn't mind. He wasn't actually angry at Crocodile. Crocodile knew that. Was all just part of their game of cat and mouse. If either of them were truly bothered by it or not in the mood for it, all it'd take was a single word for the other to stop. If at all. Could understand each other perfectly fine even without words. Could almost always tell when the other wasn't in the mood, when they could push and when they rather not. “That is what you should have been doing all along,” Mihawk pouted, but he finally allowed himself to lean into Crocodile's touch. “I know.” Crocodile smiled. Brushed lips over Mihawk's. “I'll make it worth your while, kitten.” “I know you will,” Mihawk huffed. He would make sure of that.

Crocodile gets up with more force than necessary, briefly has to brace himself on the dining table. half stalks, half staggers over to Mihawk, puts hook around nape of his neck. Hand comes to rest at the backrest of chair Mihawk was sitting on. grips it hard enough to make wood groan in protest. “Be honest now,” Crocodile clicked his tongue. “What did you put into my drink?” “I did not tamper with your drink, my dear.” Mihawk allowed his lips to curl up into a small if mischievous grin. He wasn't lying. It wasn't the drink he had messed with. Crocodile's hand wrapped around his throat, his fingertips putting the faintest bit of pressure of Mihawk's carotid arteries. “Answer my question, Kitten. What. Did. You. Do?” Mihawk didn't know if it was the growl in Crocodile's voice or the heady feeling of Crocodile's large hand around his neck that caused it, but Mihawk shamelessly let the moan building deep within his chest spill forth. Looks up at Crocodile through his lashes. Licks his lips. “You promised to spoil me tonight, to make it worth my while.” “So you drugged me,” Crocodile deadpanned. “Did you think I wouldn't be able to sufficiently please you otherwise?” Didn't give Mihawk the chance to answer. Yanked him to his feet, flipped him around, pressed his chest against the dining table, which Crocodile made short process of clearing by brushing stuff aside. By some small miracle, nothing clattered to the ground, but the glass of wine Mihawk had been sipping on tipped over and spilled.

#WIPScrapyard #CrocHawk #nsfw

tags: aphrodisiacs (so dubcon), catboy Mihawk, bottom Mihawk

Crocodile and Mihawk are playing a game of cat and mouse (or crocodile, i suppose?) because this kind of push and pull teasing is just foreplay to them. They're weird like that (affectionately)

Rape, Noncon to Dubcon, Blood Drinking, Mindbreaking, Degradation, Torture (Pain & Pleasure), Multiple Orgasms, Bondage, Branding, Scarification, Knife/Talon Play, Leashing, Ownership, Sounding, Anal Sex, Trans Mihawk & Lucci, Vaginal Sex, Double Penetration, Pussy Spanking, Clit & Nipple Piercings, Aphrodisiacs, Knotting, Corruption, Angels & Demons, Choking/Breathplay, Dacryphilia, Wound Fucking

Angel Lucci gets tasked to find and retrieve Angel Mihawk, who had gone missing a few months ago. Unbeknownst to Lucci and his supervisors, Mihawk had fallen and was now working for a pair of demons. Drugged with an aphrodisiac, Lucci finds himself unable to resist as Mihawk drags him to hell to meet his new owners. Demons Crocodile and Borsalino are delighted with what their latest plaything dragged in and reward Mihawk by allowing him to help break in Lucci. Lucci's resistance soon dwindles and fades out in the face of the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins. The Demons show him pleasure and pain unlike any he has ever experienced. They use their claws, teeth, forked tongues, tails and big, ridged cocks to torment Lucci’s immortal body. They will not stop until Lucci is utterly mind-broken and begging for their touch, unable to live without it. They will not stop until he bears their marks and brands and has fallen as Mihawk fell. And when Lucci finally recognises and admits that he is undeniably and irrevocably owned by the demons, it will be too late for redemption.

#WIPScrapyard #CrocHawk #BorsLucci #nsfw

The list of tentative tags and kinks for this one is quite long already, and not for the faint of heart, so the tags and summary will be in this post, the actual WIPs below

“Please.” “Please what? Use your words, sweetheart.” “Please… I want to cum.” Silence. Then the voice that had been so kind turned dark. “Did you hear that, boys? This toy thinks we care about its pleasure.” Roaring laughter that brought heat to Buggy's face. Couldn't believe he had been that stupid. “You want to cum that badly?” Voice turns gentle again. Buggy, clown that he was, nodded and whimpered. “Please, please, please.” “Then work for it.” Large hand smelling of gunpowder grabs his chin. Thumb presses against his lips, roughly pushing into his mouth. “It’s about time you paid my cock some attention. Do a good job, and I could be convinced to let you cum.”

Proceeds to get spitroasted. And then he actually cums. Without having his cunt fucked. Without having his clit stimulated. Just from being fucked in the ass and having a dick so deep down his throat, his nose was pressed against this strangers pubic bone, making it impossible for him to breathe until he felt like he was about to pass out. Every muscle tensing. Dimly aware over the blood pounding in his ears of the person fucking his ass cursing, something about how tight Buggy was getting - although worded a lot less nicely. Dizzy. Felt like he was about to pass out. Particularly hard snap of hips has balls slapping against his cunt, dick in his ass pulsing as it paints his insides white. His pleasure snapped. Buggy screamed around the stranger’s dick. As much as he could scream with his mouth full and no air left in his lungs.

#WIPScrapyard #nsfw

tags: CrocHawkBug, gangbang, free use (so CNC), ftm Buggy

Croc, Mihawk and Buggy discuss their more out there fantasies (cannibalism for Mihawk, somno for Croc, free use for Buggy).
Croc and Mihawk are happy to help Buggy live out that fantasy

Both still fully clothed, both wearing sock and shirt garters, their lips sooo close to touching, sharing the same breath as Croc moans and whines against Daz's lips, clawing at his left shoulder, hook around the nape of his neck, eyelids on the verge of fluttering shut so he's looking at Daz through his lashes. All the eye contact, disgusting, freaky amounts of it. Stubborn string of saliva connecting their lips from making out. And Daz... Daz just has hands loosely on Croc's hips, guiding his movements as he presses his leg ever so slightly upward, both shocked and mesmerised by how Croc is basically doing all the work, swaying his hips with the desperation of a man who has been (inadvertently) edged for years and is finally allowed to cum.

Daz gently urges him to stand up. Crocodile obliges, although he has to brace himself on Daz's shoulder from how wobbly his legs feel. Daz continues undressing him. Pulls first one leg up on his lap to take off his dress shoe, then the other. belt and pants are next, leaving Crocodile in nothing but soaked boxer briefs, his dress shirt, held in place by garters, socks and sock garters. The intense way Daz looks up at him does not help his wobbly legs. almost makes him want to shy away, especially when Daz kisses his scars. so softly it cannot be described as anything but worshipful. Finally unclips the shirt garters and pulls them down. allows Crocodile to shrug off his shirt, pulling it through his arm with his Devil Fruit. (or does the hook come off as well?). once more pulls up Crocodile's legs, taking off the sock garters and socks as well, Daz's hands lingering, fingers briefly digging into the arch of his feet and caressing his ankles.

Blinks when his knees hit the floor and he finds himself kneeling at Daz's feet. Usually, he hated giving blowjobs. Had only done so begrudgingly in the past. Wasn't particularly fun when all Doflamingo only ever cared about was his pleasure, tendeding to quickly devolve to throat fucking Crocodile without a care for Crocodile's comfort. The one good thing to come out of this is that Crocodile had a pretty good handle on his gag reflex. but with Daz, Crocodile finds himself wanting to reciprocate. Looks at Daz, almost unsure. Like he is asking permission. Daz seems as surprised as he is. Brushes a wayward strand of hair out of his face. “You don’t have to.” “I want to.” Certainty in Crocodile's voice left no doubt that he meant it.

#WIPScrapyard #DazWani #nsfw

tags: soft/intimate sex, trans Crocodile, bottom Crocodile, past Dof/Croc

Essentially Croc and Daz having sex for the first time, but it's way more intimate than they had planned it to be

This is sitting at ~2k words play-by-play. Here's some of my favourite bits

Welcome to the #WIPScrapyard, where forever-WIPs and concepts go to rest—or find their new home.

I'll be using this tag to post all the WIPs I'll never finish, and all the ideas that will always stay ideas. BUT I don't want this to be a tag just for me. (1/6)