#one piece fanfiction
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Hiiiii this is my first time requesting something so sorry if this doesn’t make any sense, but is it okay if you do some silly Headcanons of Ace, Shanks, or Crocodile with a serious s/o that is just the complete opposite when seeing something cute like a puppy??
DESCRIPTION: You’re completely serious until you see something cute
WARNINGS: nothing comes to mind
CHARACTERS: Ace, Shanks, Crocodile
WORDS: 1,933
A/N: Thank you for this request, sorry you had to wait so long for this and I hope you like how it turned out.
I've been making the most of this burst of energy and feeling well by getting as much writing done as I can. Here's hoping it lasts. As always thank you all for reading. Enjoy
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ACE
You were a naturally serious person and you couldn’t help it. Sure you enjoyed spending time with the people you loved and cared about but when it came to expressing that emotion, especially a smile that went beyond the brief upturn of the corner of your mouth it was a rare occurrence. You made no turn to apologise for your personality, those that knew you had no doubt about how loving and loyal you were and they wouldn’t change you for anything. Ace especially adored you just the way you were. Besides he was the one that smiled constantly so he would always say you both balanced each other out perfectly.
There was also another reason why he liked how your smile and expressions of light-heartedness were so rare. He loved that they were mostly reserved for him and if anyone else got to see them then they’d try and take you from him. Obviously Ace knew that was impossible but he still liked to think of something that was intimately yours and his. However one day Ace and the rest of the crew stumbled across a sure fire way to get passed your natural stoicism completely by accident and it was all Ace’s doing.
“Hey check it out! My little brother’s crew got posters!” Ace called out the the crew one day with a proud grin as he read over the story that accompanied the Strawhat crew’s introductory bounties. Playfully you rolled your eyes despite your expression remaining as calm as always as you approached your boyfriend. You’d heard him talk countless times about his little brother and had heard about the small crew he’d assembled from the time Ace briefly reunited with them in Alabasta but apart from the Captain and his second in command, Zoro you hadn’t seen their appearances until now.
“They attacked Enies Lobby?” You asked, letting out a low whistle of respect at the new crew’s reckless actions. The rest of the crew listening finally took notice too, all of them could repeat Ace’s adoring speeches about Luffy word for word by now so hadn’t really taken noticed of the second division commander’s announcement until now. “At least they know how to get the world’s attention.” You mused, taking the pile of posters into your hand to inspect the totals. Your eyes flicked over the likes of Luffy, Zoro, and Robin with familiarity. They already had bounties so it was nothing new. For Sanji, Nami, Franky, and Usopp you took in their features to recognise them in future. In Ace’s mind his little brother’s crew were like family too.
Finally you pulled out the last poster and a strange noise broke from your lips, startling everyone in the crew as they looked at you. The noise had been shocking enough but to see your eyes all but sparkling and giddy smile light your face threw them off even more. “He’s so cute!” You grinned at the picture of Chopper in your hands, overcome by the adorable reindeer. “Ace! Why did you hide this from me!”
“I did!” Ace protested, recovering faster than the others since he’d been privileged to see this side of you before. “I told you there was a reindeer thing on Luffy’s crew!” Wincing when you lightly flicked his forehead.
“He’s not a thing! He’s adorable!” You admonished before smiling broadly at the bounty photo again. ”He looks so soft, I just want to hug him.” Ace watched you with a deepening pout, jealous suddenly of a photo and hoped you and the reindeer never crossed paths.
SHANKS
Sometimes your seriousness felt like a curse when you were on Shanks’ crew. While everyone else followed their Captain’s whims of adventure and revelry without any thought of consequences or limitations, you felt alone at times in being the one to offer a voice of reason when the occasion called for it. While you knew your crew was an immensely strong one, practically undefeated you also knew how quickly the tide could turn against anyone who wasn’t careful. In the unpredictability and cruelty of the life you’d all chosen for yourselves, it was better to be safe than sorry. When you and Shanks became a partnership in a physical and romantic sense, that weight of having to be the serious and level-headed one only seemed to increase.
Thankfully Shanks was the perfect partner to have, even before you were a couple he would boast to anyone that would listen that he knew you’re every emotion despite the neutral and serious expression you had. As imperceivable as you appeared to many, Shanks could read you like a book. It was also a little infuriating that he knew your weaknesses and what would make you show your feelings a little more to others. You don’t even know how it happened but Shanks liked to make a game out of it, whoever could make you a full smile got anything they wanted. Obviously Shanks wasn’t allowed to take part and the game was only when you permitted it such as when you were all in a safe territory. In all the crew’s attempts no-one had ever won.
On one evening you sat beside Shanks as you waited patiently for the others to start making their first of many turns to get a reaction out of you. As always, everyone that was taking part was filled with swagger and ‘had the winning technique’ but after a couple hours with your expression as unmoving as always, the bolster had ebbed into mass dejection and turning to their drinks for consolation. The only people truly enjoying their night were those that knew better than to try and Shanks who laughed happily and pulled you close. “Imagine if they found out how easy it was.” He grinned in your ear. Quickly you glanced at him, amusement in your eyes while you expression was masterfully neutral.
Just as you were about to relax you heard a rustling behind you and you looked towards the noise while the others paid no notice. Which was why they hadn’t known what took your attention until you’d gotten out of your seat to investigate and you let out a surprised squeal when you found what it was. Having never heard the sound from you before the crew was frozen in place and their eyes bugged out when you reappeared, the largest adoring smile on your face aimed at the bundle of fur in your arms.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Ben muttered as he watched you settle back into your seat beside Shanks, your attention raptly on what he now saw what the answer to Shanks’ game was. “A kitten? They smile for a kitten.”
“Well anything cute, but yeah.” Shanks grinned, looking over your shoulder to lightly scratch under the kitten’s chin as it purred.
“He’s just like you Shanks, look.” You cooed, the smile never leaving your face as you adjusted the kitten against your chest to show it only had three legs. “He’s coming with us, by the way.” You added before getting lost in pouring affection onto the tiny creature. Shanks let out a small amused huff. All the other times you’d pleaded to bring all the cute animals you came across onto the ship, he had to restrain himself from giving in to your every wish and tell you no, this time however there was no room for arguing and he wasn’t going to if it meant he got to enjoy your smile more.
CROCODILE
“Crocodile, you might want to go to do some damage control before they murder someone.” Crocodile looked up from his stack of paperwork to see Mihawk had already left his doorway. There was only one person that the swordsman would warn him about, you. With a heavy breath he rose and walked down the hallway and opened the door to see you sitting at your desk, papers fisted tightly in one hand while the other was clamped against your head as you tried to rub the knot causing a tension headache away. Slowly you lifted your head at stared at your lover with cold fury.
“If that clown blows the budget I’ve assigned him one more time I’ll kill him and I don’t care how valuable he is to the face of this business.” You seethed, watching him approach and set himself against the edge of the large desk. You eyed him evenly watching as a growing smirk appeared on his handsome face. Obviously you didn’t share his humour in this situation but then again you were the outwardly colder of the couple. Compared to your constantly serious expression, Crocodile came across as a sweetheart. When his large hand fell over yours and lightly coaxed your fist to relaxed you only then realised how tightly you’d been holding the now wrecked papers. With a sigh you discarded them with a swipe before returning your hand to Crocodile’s hold. “Out of curiosity, is there anyway we can just get rid of him and hire a normal clown to take his place?”
“As much as I’d love to fulfil your wish, my love sadly he’s needed and the Marines would notice a fake.” Crocodile chuckled.
“You give them too much credit.” You muttered evenly, you had more faith in Buggy’s ability to stick to a spending budget than you did in the Marines as a whole. You glared at your ruined paperwork that had caused your anger and the untouched bundle of work that you couldn’t bring yourself to touch. Sitting back in your seat, you dropped your free hand to pinch the bridge of your nose while your eyes closed slowly.
“Headache still there?” He asked, watching you nod. Crocodile made a note to punish Buggy in his own way later on but at this moment you were the priority and he grinned triumphantly when the surprise he was withholding until later on was now just what you needed. Crocodile stood and pulled your hand, a silent request for you to stand. “Come on, I know what will help.”
“Unless it’s putting a sea prism stone boot up the clown’s ass I’m not in the mood.”
“Oh come now, entertain me.” Crocodile urged smoothly, leading you out of the office and down the corridors. “I’ve never steered you wrong have I?”
“Apart from seducing me, corrupting my innocent soul, and leading me into a life of crime? No.” You said sarcastically earning a laugh from your lover. The only thing he was guilty of in that list was seducing you. You were already a criminal and far from innocent when he met you.
When you both approached the basement you gave Crocodile a suspicious look before realisation hit you. Without him needing to say anything you hurried into the area only you and he entered, the Bananawari enclosure. You approached the warmest section and gasped in excitement to see heavy cracks had appeared in the cluster of eggs in the centre. Crocodile smirked as he stood beside you, it seemed your timing couldn’t have been more perfect. In moments the eggs broke open and the newest additions of his pets appeared eliciting an excited laugh from you. With a bright smile that only Crocodile got to see you started to talk affectionately to the newborns as someone else would a puppy or baby. To him there was no better sight in the world.
“Oh you’re all so precious, yes you are.” You grinned. “Would you all like to meet your dear, possibly delicious Uncle Buggy?”
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“But do you love me?”
Info: readerxcharacter, drabble, cussing, romance, a little ansty.
Note:Just a little something, something that got stuck in my head.
Kid
He shouldn't have to say it!
Don't you get how he thinks?
What do you mean it's not about how he thinks but how he feels?! He doesn't feel anything!
Wait! No! He didn't mean it like that! (And now he sees the tears you're holding back and that dry lump in his throat is back.)
He is fucking this up and he knows it!
“Why do you always get so emotional?!” (Shit! Why does he feel like an asshole!)
“It's just words that anyone can say!” He growls to himself as he sees you walk away from him hurt and mad.
Panic sets in. The one thing he can't stand is when you walk away with that hurt look in your eyes.
“Fuck! Come here!” He shouts and grabs onto your arm. He pulls you close and cups your face.
“I love you, okay!” He says as his face turns red with embarrassment.
Now that he has said it out loud he realizes the truth of those words and grumbles.
“I just don't need to say it all the time.”
He squeezes you as he holds you close and sighs as he relaxes. Fuck, he loves you a whole fucking lot.
Law
She's not talking to him. Why isn't she talking to him?
She can't be that childish.
Usually, the quiet didn't bother him, but knowing that you aren't speaking to him makes the silence uncomfortable.
He looked away from his notes and rubbed his face. Damnit, how can he concentrate when you’re not talking to him?
He looks over at you as you reshelve his books.
“Y/N.” He called out to you.
You don't break your concentration as you keep working.
“Y/N,” He said again. You heard him. He knew you did, but you were stubborn, just like him.
No, not like him. He was worst and he knew it, but you still…loved him. He knew that, and he…
He sighs, then gets up and goes to close the door of the office. When he turns, he catches you, giving him a curious glance before quickly turning back to the bookshelf.
The act made the corner of his lip curve up. You kept working as he walked behind you. He took a breath and placed a hand on your waist.
You paused but did not look at him.
“Y/N,” he said in his deep voice and moved closer against you. He can see and feel the effect he was having on you. “You know I can't stand it when you act childish with me.”
He grins when he sees your jaw tensing. You wanted to say something but you were still staying strong. God, he…
“Love that about you.” He mutters out loud without meaning to.
The smile you give him makes him regret just a little that he hadn’t said it sooner.
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── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑! 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑!
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your people have a legend: mermaids only ever fall in love once. you never put much thought into it, until you come across a band of human pirates.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: romance dawn trio x mermaid!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: sleep who's she? ~7k baby (1.7k intro, 1.4k luffy, 2k nami, 1.9k zoro)
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: my contribution to mermay... on the last day of may, it gets increasingly more unhinged, sanji kinda gets bullied, robin is carrying the last two relationships, my own made up mermaid courting rituals, biting, a bit of violence
𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: i had this playlist on repeat while writing 🙆
The last island had warned the waters to come were infested with dark creatures of slithering scales and tempting voices. Creatures that pull you in deep and leave you out to dry a corpse. Born from seafoam, storms, and desire. Mermaids.
“Mermaids?” Zoro drawled.
“I met a mermaid once,” said Usopp, and everyone groaned unanimously. “She tried to take me down, but my charms were just too much, so she let me go.”
Everyone surely believed him, of course.
And of course the motley crew ignored every reservation and warning and sailed headfirst into the treacherous sea. At first, nothing at all was out of the ordinary. The morning fog hung tentatively over the water splashing at the ship's hull as it powered through. Sure, the sun could’ve shined a bit brighter through the thick clouds, but it was a lovely day for adventure.
Nami stood at the helm keeping an eye on the horizon, relishing in the breeze hitting her face, when you heard an odd buzzing in her ear. She swiped at the air and rubbed her ear on her shoulder, but the sound only grew louder. Puffing her cheeks, she turned to ask Sanji to get her the bug spray, when she noticed he too was messing with his ears.
She laid eyes on each of the crew scattered around the deck, enjoying the cool weather. Everyone shifted uncomfortably, faces screwing up as though in pain.
“Do you guys hear that?” she asked needlessly, gathering their attention.
Zoro cupped his ears, nodding. “Yeah, it’s like…”
“Buzzing,” Luffy finished. He kept swatting at the air, searching out for some fly assaulting him.
“No, it’s… it’s singing.” Sanji faced the waters, the words of the village folk coming back to him as his eyes widened. He whipped back around to lock eyes with Nami just as she put everything together too.
She gasped. “Mermaids.”
The ship rocked and the weather shifted drastically in seconds. Already thick clouds doubled in number, drawing close and creating a swirling mass in the sky. Waves rumbled and rose to crash over the deck, sending the crew into hysteria to grab their bearings.
And on top of it all, the most beautiful melody rose above the chaos, filtering into the ears of the crew and blocking all else out. Usopp’s hands slackened around the rope he held steady, eyes glazing over as he leaned toward the far off sound. Sanji’s eyes flickered up to the sky, roamed over the gray clouds, and fell to the waters below, his mind dizzied by the beauty and lithe of the voices. Zoro stumbled drunkenly over his own two feet, desire furling in the pit of his stomach, legs carrying him to the edge of the ship to catch a glimpse of the one singing to him. Luffy froze midclimb up to the crowsnest, head darting this way and that, mind clouded. Nami gritted her teeth, resolve formed to not give in to the angelic, mystifying, amazing song sung just for her—she left the helm unguarded, leaping to join her friends in calling out to the seas.
The crew’s voices overlapped in thier pleading for the woman to come near, to give them all that the song promised. Their every dream would come true, if only the mermaid would help them into the water. The pod of mermaids encircled the ship, their harmonies intertwining in one mind. The ship might have kept on drifting, guided by rough waters manipulated by the mermaids’ hand, and crashed right into the reef and all the crew would be scooped up by the she-beasts, thrust into the deep to drown,
If not for one voice which rose above the rest in a demanding, desperate order: “STOP!”
Instantly, the clouds parted and sun bled through. The song fell through to indignant shrieks, splashes dying down to ripples as shiny tails descended into the blue. Nami blinked awake, feeling hungover and headached, looking blearily out on the water. Vision clearing, she caught a sight she would never forget; a woman lain on the far rocks, a single beam of sun illuminating the vibrant scales running along her skin till they met at a tail dipping into the water.
The fact that their ship was headed right for those jagged rocks was an afterthought. She lurched back and sped into motion, barking out furious orders and smacking the men upside the head to push them into gear. Sanji stood frozen at the ship’s rail, gripping the wood in a vice, eyes glued to the creature. “Nami, it’s—”
“I know!” She gripped his shirt and whipped him around, slapping the side of his face a few times. “We’re going to crash!”
Sanji blinked, shook his head, and raced to grab a flinging rope, jumping high and tying in down in one swoop. Nami bolted to the steer, an eye out the window as she pulled with all her might to change their course. Usopp soon joined her, guiding the ship bit by bit to the left’s clear passage. She fell backward when Zoro’s shout reached them, “We’re clear!”
Risking a moment of peace, the navigator cupped her hands over her face, allowing her body to calm all its flighting-fighting instincts. The calm lasted for all of five seconds before the screaming began.
“Luffy! What—Why—What?!”
Nami sprang upright, locking eyes with Usopp, and the two sighed in unison before heading above deck. Whatever Nami expected, it wasn’t the terrified, shivering form of a mermaid baring her two fangs at a looming Luffy. The others stood a ways away, unsure what to do with themselves, but certain they didn’t want to get involved with this.
“Luffy!” Nami cried. “Did you drag her up here?”
Given the mermaid’s following hiss, Nami assumed that was the case. Luffy inched closer still, and the mermaid lost all her gusto, face falling as she scrambled away form him, dragging her tail behind her.
The mermaid was beautiful; that was the common thread of thought. Her damp hair hung all around her face, nearly covering her deep eyes. Scales creeped up her torso and faded into skin around her chest. Her every movement was caught by the sun, her scales shimmering rainbow reflections into the air around her.
“Stay back,” she hissed out, eyes narrowing upon Luffy. “Demon.”
Usopp scoffed, grabbing the mermaid’s sharp attention. “What, long-nose?”
Ruffling, chuckled awkwardly, he looked around at his friends for help, receiving nothing but raised brows. “I just mean—you’re the mermaid.”
The mermaid blinked slowly. She seemed to have forgotten the threat before her, all attention directed at a quivering Usopp. “I’m the demon? I’m the one who saved you. You think my people decided to let you live on their own?” She laughed, and the sound had a pretty ring to it. “No. I commanded them.”
Her eyes darted back to Luffy as he took to sitting criss-crossed in front of her. “I should have let you and this demon-child die on the rocks.”
It soon became obvious she knew Luffy ate a devil-fruit just by one look at him, and she was not happy about it. Luffy only tilted his head at her hostility, a little frown on his face. “Are all mermaids this rude?”
You balked, gaping before snapping your mouth shut, not dignifying him with a reply. Luffy persisted. “I like your tail. What do you mean you saved us? Why?”
Curling your tail closer to yourself, hands holding your upper body up, you glanced from the pirate captain to each of his crew. They didn’t look too threatening, but you’d learned long ago to never trust a human’s looks. Many a mermaid died on the grounds of humans looking nice. So Luffy’s question begged an answer. Why did you save them?
You shrugged a shoulder, eyes drifting out to sea. “My people need to eat.”
Usopp gulped. “We’re very gamy. You wouldn’t like us—”
“I wasn’t done speaking,” she quipped back, a brow raised. “Mers are carnivores by nature. Normally, we steer clear of humans.” You sneered at the word. “We find your kind to be a predator, and we’re a peaceful people.” The swordsman scoffed and rolled his eyes at that.
“But times have changed. The fish have fled this sea.” You took a deep breath, shakily letting it out. “My people are starving, and they look to me as their princess for guidance.” Quickly clearing your throat to hide how the topic gloomed you, you snapped, “All that is to say that I strictly forbade the hunting of humans despite the starvation. They disobeyed me. That is why I helped you.”
You faced them all as your tail began to glimmer even brighter, slowly but surely parting down the middle. Your face contorted slightly as your scales seemed to mold into your skin, leaving you bear before the crew of pirates. You shivered in the breeze, raising your gaze once more. “Any other questions?”
There seemed to be none, silence running around the deck, and you prepared to jump back into the water before your parents sent the guard to find you, when the demon-child spoke up.
“Yeah,” Luffy nodded, face taken by seriousness. “How do we bring the fish back?”
You blinked once, then twice, and then a third time for good measure, but nothing in his expression betrayed hilarity. He wasn’t pulling your fin. The devil-fruit eater meant to help you.
Demon. That’s what he was. You knew this fully well. It’s what your parents taught you from a young age. Devil-fruit eaters are the enemy of the sea, and thus the enemy of the mers. You’d followed this rule all your life… but then you looked at the one they called Luffy, you really looked at him right in his face… and none of that made any sense anymore.
Sure enough, Luffy led the charge against the oil corporation mining near your peoples’ home, threatening convincing them to move elsewhere. Within a few days of the miners’ departure, some mers managed to coax schools of fish back to their reefs. With the ecosystem and chain of life restored, the Straw Hat Pirates had no reason to stay.
And really, neither did you. What you did have, however, was a reason to go with the pirates. Adventure, the life you’d always dreamed of, away from the reef you’d felt tethered to for so long… and a certain member of the crew who had caught your rapt, undying attention.
There’s a legend that mermaids only fall in love once, never to find another who would fill the gap in their hearts. You would always call it foolish romance… but really, there might be something to it.
LUFFY
You were a goner the moment he offered to help you with those big, genuine eyes of his. As much as you tried to deny it—and you did try to deny it—you were falling in love with a human. A devil-fruit eater at that. What had you been reduced to?
And yet, there was no denying it. Especially not when you couldn’t bear to go an hour without laying eyes on him. Your mother said it was normal for mers to feel… possessive over the one who holds their affection, and that fact was not lost on you as you slithered through the water, approaching the pirate lazed out on the rocks he’d dragged you from about a week before.
Your eyes rose above the water first, little grin still below the surface. Luffy looked so relaxed, eyes on the clouds, every once in a while glancing at his crew on the anchored ship nearby. You braced your hands on the cool stone and launched yourself upward, fanged smile gleaming as water splashed Luffy’s legs. His laugh had you keening closer, dragging your tail along the rocks. Luffy grinned for all of two seconds before the seawater sunk in. Instantly drowsy, he tried to offer up another smile as you winced.
“Sorry,” you giggled. “I always forget.”
He laughed it off, already recovering as he shifted to face you. Luffy’s eyes followed your tail to where your fins dipped into the sea. “If only I could swim with you. Bet it’s fun.”
“If only.” You shared a smile for a little too long, but it never grew uncomfortable. Lingering in the moment, you gazed over at his ship, melancholy taking over as your smile faltered. “So… you’re leaving soon?”
“In the morning.” You clicked your tongue and tried your best to act nonchalant, failing miserably as you pursed your lips and combed through your hair.
“Why not tonight?” you offered with a tight grin. “You should get away as fast as possible. I don’t know how one becomes pirate king but it's not by sticking around a boring reef and its boring princess. Ha! I’ll even help bring your anchor up faster! Then you can be out by sundown.”
The silence crept up your spine, getting you all antsy as you lowered your gaze to the rippling waters. Shoulders tense, you could feel Luffy’s eyes on your profile as you picked at the algae along the rocks. He probably thought you were an idiot, rambling like that. And if so, that was fine. It would make him leaving so much easier.
Luffy inched toward you and ducked to meet your gaze. “Come with us.”
“What!” You hit an octave the best soprano would envy, losing your grip and slipping right off the rock back into the water. Your hands grabbed at the slippery stone, panic all over your face before you plunged under the surface.
You drifted under the waves, unmoving as the words replayed over and over in your head, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Glancing up at Luffy’s bright laughter, you caught sight of him peering down into the sea, his face muddled by reflections and ripples. He couldn’t be serious. He just couldn’t.
Luffy grew nervous when you didn’t resurface, leaning over the water to catch a glimpse of your shimmery tail, when as quick as lightning you broke the surface and came nose to nose with him. Blinking wide, you breathed deeply, so close you felt his every exhale on your skin. “You mean it?”
“‘Course!” Luffy offered you his hand despite the fact he’d lose all his strength the moment he touched your sea-soaked skin. “Wanna join my crew?”
Yes. You wanted nothing more than to follow him to the end s of the earth and then some. Part of you had been hoping he would ask. The rest of you longed to take his hand and smother him in hugs till he pried you off him. But… the water swirled around your tail, threatening to carry you off in a current, and your lips quivered down.
“I… I can’t!” you cried, dipping underwater before he could catch you, darting off into the blue. Panic bubbled in your chest, strangled gasps sending pops of air into the water around you. No matter what you wanted, you were bound to this reef. Your home, your kingdom… and above all that, to ever think of running off with a human was foolish beyond measure! So you wasted away all night long, lamenting around the sea, hiding above the coral and sands.
Luffy watched the water all morning, trusting you would show despite your disappearance implying otherwise. Nami set a hand on his shoulder. “Luffy, she’s not coming.”
He had to hope. You wanted to go, he saw it in your eyes, and he wanted you to go too. Luffy didn’t think he could bear leaving without you, and he wasn’t exactly sure why. He knew from the moment he met you that he needed you on his crew—but why? He searched his head for an answer, coming up short. Giving the sea one last hopeful glance, Luffy sighed and gave Nami the go-ahead.
The ship had barely sailed off when a shimmery, sparkling thing leaped out of the water, shouted his name, and plunged back into the blue. Luffy raced to the ship’s edge, a smile creeping up his face. You raked a trail of seaspray behind you as you darted just below the surface. Again, you propelled yourself out of the water. “Wait!”
Luffy threw his head back laughing, holding down his hat on his head. He shot Nami an I told you so look, to which she rolled her eyes and turned, lest he catch her pleased smirk. A round of chuckles ran amongst the crew as they slowed the ship’s leave, not that it mattered; Luffy was already slingshotting his rubber arms out at you, and the next time you appeared arcing through the air, your shout turned into a yelp as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you in. Another panicked shout of his name left you before you collided with the rubber man, the pair of you rolling to the deck.
You worried your tail crushed him, the hefty weight of it landing on his legs, but all reservations fizzled out the moment his arms wrapped you up in a warm embrace. Luffy’s head found your shoulder, your hands hooking around his shoulders. “I’m covered in seawater…”
“Don’ care,” Luffy muttered into your skin even as he weakened and sank into you. “I knew you’d come with us.”
“With you,” you corrected instinctively, pulling away to stare right into his eyes. “I’ll follow you anywhere.”
He giggled softly. Luffy’s arms unraveled as he opted to instead cup your shoulders. “Good.”
From then on, where one went, you’d soon find the other. Not only on your end; Luffy quickly grew so accustomed to your presence that he began to wait for you to start eating, much to the amazement of his friends (Zoro almost admitted he was jealous before he saw the hints of puppy love in his captain’s eyes, and decided to let it go for now).
You still had some things to wear off before you fully let yourself admit you were falling for a human. Luffy seemed to be completely comfortable just going around holding your hand, swinging them between your bodies as your cheeks warmed. Luffy never strayed far from your side, comfortably resting an arm on your shoulder or some other contact. You never completely told him off for it, somewhat liking how his warmth contrasted with the cold of your sea-ridden body.
Now, it’s a given that Luffy cannot swim. He ate a devil fruit—everyone knew this fact very well. But now Luffy had his mermaid with him! All his faith went into knowing you would always swim to his rescue should he need it, so what’s the harm if he got a little bit more reckless surrounding the sea?
(The harm is to your stress. By God, he would be the end of you one way or another).
The number of times one of the crew has called your name, given you this tired and sorry look, and pointed out to sea. Luffy was likely to be flapping about in the distance. The most recent occurrence, Sanji set a hand on your shoulder and went to let down a rope ladder. “I’ll help you back up, lovely.”
Outwardly, you might gripe about holding his hand and having to save his devil-fruit ass from drowning every other week—but inwardly? You’d turn hell over before you let Luffy die. So you held his hand tightly in yours, wearing a smile so small only Luffy’s keen eye could see.
NAMI
Without really realizing it, Nami had fallen headfirst for your awkward, waterlogged, fishy kind of charm (and she wasn’t at all going to complain). She first started feeling it when the freshly victorious crew met your mer royalty parents at the surface, your tail mesmerizing as it dipped just into the water, your upper body propped up onto some scattered rocks. Your eyes filled with hope the longer you spoke to them in words too far to reach. Majestic. That’s the only word to describe you.
Well, majestic and graceless. That second descriptor was added when you rolled off the rocks into the water, beaming up at your parents before doing a figure eight around the sea and vaulting into the air. You flipped tail over head, cackling as you hit the water with a splash. A tiny laugh left Nami, eyes shining.
She was the first to help haul you up a rope ladder, hands clutching your damp arms. Nami met your smile steadfastly. “What’d you tell them?”
You giggled, cheeks warm at how you practically laid across her legs, the rest of the crew gathered around. “I just told ‘em I found something worth leaving for.”
(You’d told them you found a pretty human girl and had to leave with her or else you would probably die).
You promised to return for your birthright throne one day, though that promise hurt you. You had a duty to your people after all, no matter how pretty Nami was. But until then, you had today, and you would make the most of it.
Love wasn’t enough of a word to describe what you felt looking at Nami, and obsession was a bit too extreme (though Usopp would teasingly disagree). You simply… couldn’t help but gravitate toward her any chance there was, ever in her orbit. Where Nami was, you were soon to be found. Nami never told you to screw off or give her space; on the contrary, when your shoulder brushed hers, she pressed into you fervently, skin to skin and warm.
It only took a month for you to throw all caution to the wind and do the only thing you knew—go forth with the mer courting rituals (you were hopelessly at a loss, only doing what you’d seen the older mers do to beckon the attention of their intended).
Nami, clueless, accepted each gift of dazzling seashells and shimmery pearls with alighted smiles, taking you in her arms even when you smelled of the kelp forest you’d swam through to find the treasures. She laughed off the bites you gave her wrists, arms, and sometimes shoulders, snickering about how it tickled. And she sat and listened to every song you sat her down to listen to, closing her eyes as the melody calmed her, never needing any actual enchantment to draw her in.
In turn, you assumed her habir of buying you things was some sort of human ritual. Why else would Nami’s cheeks be so rosy as she handed you a luxury hairbrush you’d raved about seeing in a shop window?
“Did you see this new pearl she brought me?” Nami leaned toward Robin giddily, rolling the pearl in her palms. Her lip between her teeth, she stifled a too bright smile. “I’ll have enough to make a bracelet if hse keeps this up.”
“Then I’d say you’ll soon have a bracelet,” Robin mused, turning a page in her book. Nami tilted her head, eyes narrowed.
“What’s so funny?”
Robin’s lips curled up into a grin, eyes darting up to meet Nami’s. She barely contained her mirth as she flipped the book around and handed it over. “Nami, she’s been courting you.”
Jaw slack, Nami poured over the open page, heart stuttering. She slapped a hand to her temple, huffing a laugh. “So by giving her gifts, I’ve been courting her back?”
Humming, Robin took her book and closed it gently. She turned to face Nami entirely, brows raised. “You don’t seem upset.”
“I’m not,” Nami quipped, cheeks warming instantly. Robin chuckled behind her hand. “I—I mean—Uhm…”
The older woman stood and set a hand on Nami’s shoulder. “I’d expect an invite to swim fairly soon.”
Sure enough, not a day later, you shyly slinked up to Nami as she headed to the galley for dinner. Your hand found her wrist, tugging her aside as Zoro and Robin passed by wearing matching grins. You stared at your feet uncharacteristically, shuffling back and forth. Nami felt hot all over. She reached out a lissome finger to wrap around your pinky, whispering, “What is it?”
Swallowing thickly, you huffed a confident breath and snapped your head up. “Would-you-go-on-a-swim-with-me-tomorrow?”
A little smile worked its way up Nami’s face. Your eyes squeezed shut the second you finished your sentence, wincing like she might lash out. “I’d like that.”
Your whole face lit up, eyes wide as saucers. “O-Okay. At sunset. We’ll be docked at that island by then, right?”
Nami nodded and pulled you into the galley. Right as she passed through the door, before she could catch the teasing glances of the others, she turned and mumbled, “It’s a date.”
Nobody questioned it when you hissed your fangs at poor Usopp, booting him out of his seat right next to Nami, and promptly plopped down next to the grinning navigator.
Sunset came to slowly, in your opinion. All day you’d been tripping over nothing, nervous hands making your awkward legs even more coltish than usual. Around evening, the ship tipped too far left far too quickly, sending you careening right into Nami. You dragged the both of you down to the deck, face hidden in your hands as she laughed brightly.
And finally, the sun descended across the sky, shooting oranges and yellows and pinks into the clouds.
The wind kissed your face as you leaned against the ship’d railing, eyes darting back and forth over the rippled waters below. Fish flittered at the surface, bubbling her and there, muttering awful curses at each other. Nami sidled up beside you, eyeing your profile before gazing down.
You snickered, drawing her attention. “Fish hear all sorts of swears and insults from the sailors. I wish you could understand them because I will never be caught translating that mess.”
Your laugh trickled off as you looked at her, eyes trailing up and down her form. She wore one of her bikini tops and a pair of shorts, nothing too special, but something flared up in your chest at the sight of her. Skin prickling, you whipped around and found Sanji not too far away. The cook took a drag of his cigarette, admiring eyes set on Nami. Your fangs peeked out of your lips, trilling a low hiss. Sanji choked and nearly dropped his cig into the sea, catching it betwixt his fingers at the last second.
Nami’s laughed gently, taking your arm and swinging one leg over the ailing, then the other. You gazed into her eyes deeply. “C’mon,” she smiled. “I thought we were swimming?”
With that, she jumped off the ship and plunged into the sea. You jerked forward, watching bubbles fizzle up from the deep before Nami’s head popped back into sight. She kicked into deeper water, calling for you. Taking a moment to sike yourself up, you stood precariously on the ship’s railing, preparing to make a graceful dive after her—when your foot slipped.
Yelping, you tottered offbalance and fell face first off the ship, just barely flipping around to land feet first in the water. The water fizzled and bubbled all around you, the usual sting of scales surfacing from the depths of your skin causing you to squirm slightly. Your senses enhanced instantly, so Nami’s rich, boisterous laughter flowed down from the air to the sea, embarrassment flooding your body. Slowly, you swam upward, water parting over your head and dripping donw your face.
Eyes hooded, you came to face to face with Nami’s state of hilarity, clutching her sides as she struggled to remain above water. You waded toward her, hands finding her sides and giving her a break from kicking even as your eyes avoided her own. She hooked her finger under your chin, grin cheeky. “I thought it was cute.”
“Wasn’t meant to be,” you grunted.
Nami rolled her eyes and kicked away form you. “I thought we were swimming?”
“Not here,” you said, coming back to your sense. You reached for her hand and led her along the coast. “This way.”
You placed her arms around your neck and sped through the water, taking the pair of you far from the prying eyes of the crew and nearby sailors. Nami tucked her face into the crook of your neck, chuckling as seaspray stung her skin. Your tail propelled you toward a secluded cove you once visited with your aunt’s migrant pod, and you reached your destination in no time at all.
Now, Nami had done her research. She knew what to expect… But then you actually started to swim, your tail not making the usual constant up an down movements. You took a deep breath, eyed her hopefully, and parted the water by arcing your arms outward. Using a single, powerful thrust of your tail, you glided through the water like a piercing arrow, rotating in a spiral corkscrew. You circled Nami, who treaded water with a confused furrow in her brow.
She had been picturing the Dance of Sea Hearts all day, and yet she hadn’t come close.
Taking a breath, Nami gulped some air and ducked under the surface, flinging open her eyes. The salty water stung her eyes but she remained wide eyed, gaze trailing after your lithe curves and spirals. She caught your eye and the whole world seemed shifted all at once.
Suddenly pickiing up speed, you swam on your side round and round Nami, creating a current that spun Nami in a circle. Cheeks puffed of air, she went up for another bout of air and sank back down in one fluid motion. It was odd sort of dance, your fins brushing her skin and your hands tangling in her hair, taking her hands and spinning Nami in circles till the girl’s lack of oxygen and dizziness created a euphoric lightedheadness. But she trusted you, so she rose up for air and descended under the waves once more.
When you finally started to sing, Nami wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to return to the surface. You were one person yet your voice sounded like a choir, echoes forming under the water and overwhelming every living creature in the vicinity with the beauty of your vocalizations. She remembered when she heard your people singing her crew to thier watery depths… and this was nothing like that. Their voices beckoned her forth with promises of jewels and safety of wealth… but you didn’t promise anything other than the safety of your love.
Nami’s lips returned to the surface, sucking in as much air as she could. As the water closed around the crown of her head once more, you floated right in front of her, careful to not allow any enchantment into your voice. You wanted to do this right, not the way your people usually took the hearts of humans. Lips parted, you strung out your song—the song your father sang to your mother, and her mother to her father, and his father to his partner, and so on.
The dazed look in Nami’s eyes was nearly concerning, and you nearly feared you’d let slip some magic, when her hands cupped your cheeks and her forehead collided with yours. Bubbles flew form your mouth, song halted instantly. Nami gave you a tilted grin, picking up the melody where you’d dropped it, and you were putty in her hands.
Deeper the pair of you sank into the waves, your arms enveloping her body and holding her close, your tail curling around her legs. Noses brushing, your voices twinned together as your smiles rose to greet each other. Nami tapped your arm rapidly, on the brink of suffocation, and you swiftly swam the both of you back to the surface.
Gasping in air, Nami curled her arms round your neck, lungs no longer straining under the power of the sea. “Are we, like, mermaid married now?”
You laughed awkwardly, nosing her cheek. “Not exactly… Do you understand what I’m asking?”
“I do.”
“And?”
She pecked your lips. “I like you too.”
Though your heart threatened to sink, you accepted her kiss wholeheartedly, vowing to someday make her understand the depth of what you felt for her. The night grew long and full of laughter, splashing water hitting your faces as you committed a dance of your own making: having fun.
ZORO
Zoro knew the moment he laid eyes on you that you were dangerous.
With sharp fangs, fins that flared when angry, and the most hypnotizing eyes that made him feel things when he looked in them—you were close to the myths he heard growing up on his home island. Except, unlike the myths, you were kind, and maybe that’s what made it worse.
Zoro also knew something else the moment he saw you jump in the way of a sword strike from an oil miner and proceeded to tear him to shreds. With a mumbled curse and flushed face, he felt a thump in his heart as you heaved, dark eyes taking him in like you intended to devour him whole. But then you smiled, corners of your mouth curling to reveal shiny teeth that should have been threatening, and all he could think was a very firm shit.
He wasn’t getting a crush on a mermaid.
Yet, he found his eyes always drifting to you one way or another. And that voice—you swore you never used your enchantments on anyone, finding it unethical, but you had to be doing something to him. Each morning you went up to the crows nest and sang a song. Zoro was able to name every single one by now, but he’d rather die than admit it.
(But you knew, having a keen eye to catch his eyes fluttering closed whilst you spun your melodies).
You composed yourself far better despite feeling a similar tug in his direction. You were a princess, after all—albeit a feral sea princess, but you held poise nonetheless. Of course, that didn’t change the fact that every time you laid eyes on Zoro you had this innate desire to bite him. Maybe then the cook would get the message and stop staring.
Either way, it was really only a matter of time before the culmination of looks, touches, and songs took its final toll on you both.
You sat with Robin on the steps leading up to the helm, you head propped in your hands, eyes unabashedly laid upon the swordsman training on the deck below. Robin’s eyes drifted up from her journal, flicking between you and the source of your admination, before shaking her head. “You could talk to him, you know.”
Blinking, you glanced her way. “I do talk to him.”
“I mean,” Robin laughed. “Talk to him. About you and him.”
“Oh no, I can’t do that. It would complicate things.”
“And constantly undressing him with your eyes doesn’t?”
You cast her a little glare. “Don’t test me.”
Rolling her eyes, Robin shoved your shoulder, nearly sending you falling donw the stairs. “I’m sick of watching you two. It’s sickening. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you of your own romantic customs?”
Cheeks burning, you stammered over incoherent words and wobbled to your feet. Pausing to breathe, you peered over your shoulder, losing yourself for a moment as you caught sight of the grace with which he moved. He moved on from lifting weights, instead going over his katas and form with sword, the Wado Ichimonji.
Robin’s chuckles brought you back to reality. Pouting, you gritted out, “Shut up.” You whirled around and meant to march right up to Zoro—what you were going to say was the issue of future you—but you walked head first into a broad chest and fell in a heap of limbs on the ground.
Zoro’s eyes went wide, motionless as you glared up at him only for your eyes to soften instantly. Zoro huffed a laugh and reached out his hand. You eagerly accepted his help, jumping back to your feet and falling right into your habit of admiring every detail in his face. Your surprisingly strong grip remained on his wrist, your eyes darting between the flesh of his arm to his chesnut eyes. Zoro frowned deeply, confused, trying to tug his hand away and reeling at how strong your vice was.
Blinking quickly out of your trance, you released him, stared blankly, and bolted below deck. Zoro watched carefully, having half a mind to call you back; he’d walked over to talk to you, after all. He liked talking to you (it was a shocking revelation he was still having trouble accepting).
Robin felt like an intruder on such moments, yet always found herself in the middle. She snapped shit her journal and Zoro’s head snapped in her direction, quickly darting his attention elsewhere. Robin let loose a sigh of exasperation.
“Ridiculous.” Before Zoro could process whatever that meant, Robin was gone, leaving Zoro clutching his hand ot his chest and wondering why his skin crawled with the lingering sensation of your touch. He really couldn’t take much more of this. And neither could the crew.
“Every time they speak I feel like I’m walking in on a hook up,” Nami complained to Sanji. “They make asking about the weather feel sensual.”
Sanji chuckled to that. “Patience. Not everyone is as emotionally aware as you, darling.”
A week passed, and the usual brief glances and looks of longing exchanged readily. And then came the night of your watch. Everyone always knew when you had watch because you made it everyone else’s problem the whole day. Groaning and grunting, you lamented your lost sleep, and the others usually chuckled behind their hands whilst you sighed.
Usually, you spent your watch alone, charting the stars to pass the time and singing old sea shanties to keep yourself awake. But tonight was different; tonight, someone joined you.
Zoro’s footsteps thunked against the deck, startling you from your daydream. Shoulders dropping, you sent him a smile and went back to leaning against the mast. “Can’t sleep?”
“Nope,” Zoro sighed. He followed you gaze to the night sky. “Have they moved?”
“Have they—?” You paused to stare at him, mirth glittering in your eyes. “Have the stars moved?”
He flushed from his neck to his nose, only worsening at the sight of your blue-moon smile. “You know—are there new ones? Constellations. Don’t new ones appear when we’re in different areas?”
His frantic explanations only humored you more, dragging tiny chuckles out of you even as you nodded. “I know what you mean. Sorry for laughing… There are new ones. See there?” You sidled up to him and pointed to the left side of the sky. “There’s the South Mother. I could never see her back at my reef.”
Zoro’s brows met. “South Mother?”
“I think you call her Ursa Major,” you explained. “To us, she’s our ancestor, banished to the stars for loving a human.” Realizing how close you’d drawn to him, you glanced at Zoro before swiftly clearing your throat and stepping away. The tranquil quiet filled the space between you, before the stories of your childhood rose to the surface of your memory.
“My mother always told that story as a warning. Never deal with humans. They get you cast among the stars.” A tiny scoff left you, smile forming. “But my father? He told me South Mother was a revolutionary. Why shouldn’t she have loved a human? If she found one worth her time, then that’s her choice.”
You chanced a look at Zoro, locking eyes with him. You found it in yourself to not look away. “I always liked my father’s version better.”
Zoro nodded tentatively, unsure what to say if he should say anything at all. He settled for sitting against the mast, motioning for you to join him. You dropped down quickly, taking a spot on his right and resting you head against the wood. Minutes went by in blissful silence.
“Can I bite you?”
The question caught him off guard, Zoro lurching up to stare at you. His jaw agape, he found your expression to be one of utter seriousness, blinking at him expectantly. His swallowed thickly. “I—In what context?”
You shifted around to face him, waiting for him to do the same. “In the context that I want to bite you so no one else does.”
Reeling, Zoro managed a laugh, lips curling upward. “I don’t think you have to worry about anyone else biting me.”
“So you don’t want me to?”
“I didn’t say that.” Gods, what was he doing? He lowered his gaze, watching your hands fidget nervously with your boot laces. You were nervous… Glancing up, he saw that same nervous energy swarming your face. “Can I ask why you’re worried someone else will bite me?”
You thought back to your conversation with Robin, and her advice, and regretted ever bringing any of this up in the first place. It was all so stupid. You’d done so well of pushing all of this down… but he was waiting for an answer, and you’re quite certain you’d give Zoro anything he wanted.
“In my culture,” you started, “we bite those we… feel things for. It lets others know they’re talking with someone.”
Zoro understood what you actually wanted to say, no matter how hidden in your words it was. “And you want to talk with me?”
You wanted so much more than that. Honestly, you were clinging to your composure. He’s lucky you even asked first. “Yes. I do. And I don’t want you… talking to anyone else.”
Squinting at the space over Zoro’s shoulder, you awaited the blow of rejection. Surely, Zoro had other options. He was a warrior—strong, wise under all that moss on his head, and kind. Yet slowly, Zoro moved into your line of sight. His heart thundered around in his ribcage, his next sentence feeling silly, yet true.
“Humans do something similar,” he offered. “You bite me… and I’ll bite you.”
You hadn’t expected to get this far. Nodding gently, you threw caution to the wind along with all the pretense. “All that is to say… I… Well, I understand the South Mother because I met you.”
Zoro’s gaze softened, his hands drawing you closer till his exhale fanned your face. You knelt before each other, a single question in his eyes, to which you nod and lean in if only to be near him. His hand cradled the back of your head, lips dancing across the skin of your neck, finding the spot that made you squirm and biting. Zoro had no fangs to sink into your flesh but it hardly made a difference; the mark was there, along with several others littered along your shoulder.
Letting out a shaky breath you gripped Zoro’s jaw before he could go any further and brought his face level with yours. Running your tongue over your two jutting fangs, you muttered, “Where?”
Zoro craned his neck to the side, his breathing heavy and pupils consuming his irises. You gently traced the line of his jaw, completely enamored, before latching onto the skin where his neck met his collarbone. Careful to not wound him, you bit down just enough to leave your mark. Zoro’s slight hiss had you soothing your tongue over the mark, remembering the feel of his lips on your skin, and copied his earlier ministrations. Zoro would deny it over and over, but he whined, and you would take that knowledge to your watery grave.
Come morning, imagine the crew’s surprise walking into the galley expecting the usual dance of awkward feelings, only to find the pair of you thick as thieves showing off the fresh territorial markings splayed across your necks.
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I’d like a Ace x reader with some nsfw, you can write it with the plot of your choice.
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Reader X Ace, Reader x Law, Reader x Marco, Reader x Shanks
Helping Needy Reader
Authors note: Another attempt at perspectives of events with multiple characters. This time a NSFW category. Different approach, OP men letting needy reader use some different tactics to get off. Hope you enjoy! Please let me know your thoughts and comments below or in my inbox.
Warnings: NSFW. MDNI, Fingering, finger riding, thigh riding, breast play, ass play, masturbation (F), public sex, watched masturbation, vaginal penetration, female riding, petnames, I do not own these characters, praise kink, breeding kink
SPOILERS FOR POST WANO w/ Shanks
Ace
You couldn’t sleep, so you went for a stroll on the main deck of the Moby Dick. The deck was empty this evening, the night shift lookouts were standing guard in the crows nest, so you were alone with your thoughts. Your boyfriend, Ace, was away on a mission and you were missing him in more ways than one this evening.
Your mind races with the thoughts of activities you wished you were doing with Ace. A cool breeze blows by your ear and helps dull your need. Stopping at the railing of the Moby Dick, you look out at the choppy water and take a deep breath of the salty air. You pull the blanket that covers your skimpy pajamas tighter around you. A gravelly voice calls to you and wakes you from your daydream.
“Can’t sleep, Y/N?” Ace asks.
You turn around swiftly at the sound of the man's voice. A large smile grows on your face as he tips his orange hat to you. He smirks at you with delight as he gets a peak at your pajamas as you adjust your blanket when you realize who is in front of you.
“Ace!” You call as you run to hug him. “When did you get back?”
“Not too long ago. I’ve just been updating a few of the other commanders. I still have to speak with Pops and Marco.” He says as he plants a soft yet passionate kiss on your lips and wraps you tighter into his embrace.
As you pull out of the kiss you bite your bottom lip. Ace tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. You look into his eyes longingly as you feel your needy heat begin to rise in you. You and Ace made certain activities pretty regular, but he’d been away several days and you couldn’t help, but crave him. He knew what you wanted when you bit your lip and looked at him with soft blinking eyes.
“Can it wait..?” You ask as you gently begin to caress his muscular arms.
Ace gently kisses you again. Then slowly moves his lips to your ear. Chills run up your spine as his hands move beneath your blanket and begin to dance up and down your waist.
“So needy for me… You just can’t wait, can you?” Ace whispers before he nibbles at your neck. “You know how Pops and Marco get if I take too long to give them an update, but…”
“But… what?” You whisper between moans as Ace kisses down your neck to your collarbone.
Ace takes a nibble of your skin, just above your breast. You moan and pull him closer to you by the back of his head. He smiles against your exposed skin.
“But… maybe I could help you real quick, then catch up with you again later?” He asks as he stands up tall to look down into your E/C eyes.
You nod at him with a soft smile. A wide grin grows on his face as he grabs you by the hand and takes you to stand at the railing on the side of the Moby Dick. He carefully begins to remove your blanket revealing your pink slightly see through pajamas. You look at him in confusion with your eyebrows furrowing.
“Ace, what are you doing?” You ask.
“You wore that to take a walk on deck? My my… my princess was a naughty one while she thought I was away.” Ace replies as he examines your figure, the blanket still around your shoulders enough to hide your body from the rest of the ship.
“Hey! I couldn’t sleep. I had the blanket on, so no one would see anything. Now what are you doing? Let’s go to my room.”
“Tsk. tsk. On a beautiful night like this? No. Let's stay here. We’re alone after all. It’ll be fun and exhilarating.”
“But what if someone wakes up and sees?” You ask Ace as you begin to bite your lip and reach for his chest.
“I’ll put the blanket around my shoulders and wrap my arms around you.”
“Okay. But I thought…”
“Wearing something like that on deck while I was away..? Then being so needy for me the minute I get here… Now you have me risking getting in trouble with Pops…” Ace says as he peels the blanket off your shoulders and wraps it over his.
Ace puts his arms around you, the blanket draping over your body. Ace spins you around, so your back is flush with his chest. He takes a step forward and you follow suit. His lips find your neck and begin planting soft warm kisses down your shoulder. You moan softly and reach forward for the rail in front of you. His hands under the blanket roam up to squeeze your breasts.
“Ace.” You say breathily.
“Y/N. I’ll give you something you want, but you’ll have to do the work, then maybe later I’ll give you more.” He whispers as he twists one of your sensitive buds.
You nod against his chest as he bites the side of your neck. His hands roaming down to your waist where one stops to rest. His other hand continues until they find your wet core. He rubs back and forth on your core through your shorts.. He laughs softly to himself then kisses the top of your right breast.
“So wet for me and I haven’t even touched you.”
“Ace.” You moan.
“You’ll have to stay quiet, Princess. Can’t have you waking up the crew with our fun.”
Ace finds the waistband of your pajama shorts and slips his hand inside. You grab to pull the blanket tighter around the two of you in one hand as your nails dig into the wooden rail with the other. He slides his fingers up and down your core as you close your eyes and bite your lip to stifle your moans. Without a warning he slides his middle and ring fingers inside of you.
“Accceee.” You say as you clench around his fingers and close your eyes at the wonderful feeling of his fingers filling you.
You hear a door open and close. Your eyes dart open and you nervously look around the deck. You see no one else on deck. Ace’s fingers sit still inside you as he watches you look around the deck, a large grin growing on his face. You look up at him nervously with wide eyes.
“It’s alright Y/N. I’m pretty sure it was just the galley door in the main hold.” He says as he pulls you by the waist closer to him. “Now you have me. Show me what you want. Ride my fingers.”
“But Ace. You aren’t going to help me?”
“Not this time, Princess. I want to watch you work for it. If you’re so needy, show me what you want and I’ll reward you later.”
Your hips buck as his warm palm adjusts to rest on your clit. You were desperate for friction against it and he was providing a source, but you wished he’d do more. Ace wanted a show after his long journey and it just so happened, you were desperate enough to give it to him.
Ace takes over holding the blanket around the two of you as both your hands return to gripping the rail before you. Your hips begin rolling against his hand and fingers inside you. You stand on your tippy toes and bounce up and down on his fingers. His fingers curl slightly within your core. You moan and begin rolling your hips forward again to rub your clit upon his palm.
“Ace.” You say as you begin to feel heat build within your core.
“That’s it princess. You can make a mess, it’s okay baby. Let loose for me. It’s just you and me.”
His hand holding the blanket around you lowers to your pajama top where he flicks at your nipple. You moan out desperately for his touch as you continue to rock against his fingers inside you. The salty breeze blows through a break in the blanket causing you to cry out from the stimulation.
“Ace.” You coo through closed eyes as he laughs against your neck.
The door to the inner deck swings open and you hear footsteps approach from behind you. Your rolling hips slow to a gentle rock and your teeth clench. A voice calls to Ace. Ace looks over his shoulder at the owner of the voice. You through half lidded eyes attempt to follow the call.
“Ace.” Marco calls. “Didn’t know you were back. How was it?”
“Oh, hey Marco. I was just coming to update you and Pops. Byn was just telling me how much she missed me.” Ace replies as his fingers begin to play with your g-spot.
Your lips purse inwards, to suppress a moan. You grip the railing hard. As Ace and Marco converse you attempt to remove a hand from the rail to grab at Ace’s wrist to stop his actions, but he moves his thumb to stimulate your clit. You bite your lip in response, feeling the heat building to its finality within your stomach. You grip Ace’s wrist tightly trying to make eye contact with him about your oncoming release, but he’s looking at Marco. You can’t help, but pant at the pleasure building within you. You’re trying not to look at Marco and instead stare lazily at the ocean before you.
“You feeling okay Byn?” Marco calls.
“Fine. Thanks for —Checking Marco.” You say with a jolt in the middle of your sentence as Ace’s fingers start to pound in and out of you.
You smile at Marco before turning your gaze back to the sea to focus on not letting Marco know what’s going on beneath the blanket around you. Your nails dig into Ace’s forearm and he pulls you closer. Ace’s thumb circles your clit as his fingers within you curl tighter to pound your g-spot. With one more twist of your nipple with his hand, holding the blanket around you, your hips rock and your climax explodes.
Ace’s fingers don’t stop through the whole thing. Your eyes close and your teeth clench. A small moan escapes you, but you’re too distracted by the pleasure from Ace’s fingers to care. Ace moves his lips to whisper in your ear.
“Good girl. So needy for me you didn’t even care that someone was watching.”
Marco raises an eyebrow at Ace’s action and rolls his eyes. He turns around and waves to the two of you.
“Come find Pops and I when you’re done Ace.” Marco calls.
You lay your head back sleepily against Ace’s chest. Ace plants a kiss on your lips and readjusts your pajamas beneath the blanket. He unwraps the blanket from around his shoulders and places it around you. He puts one of his hands on your waist and licks the fingers on his other hand clean. You look at him with pursed lips.
“That was mean.” You say through pants as you try to recover.
“You being so needy, certainly made coming home more fun. I can tell you enjoyed it. Now, I better go find Pops and Marco. Wait up for me and I’ll reward you some more.” Ace says with a wink.
He wraps his arms against your blanket covered body and kisses your forehead. He pulls out of the hug and heads for Pop’s cabin. You lean against the railing of the ship and watch him go.
Law
You awoke this morning and for some reason found yourself more needy for your boyfriend, Law, than usual. Problem was, Law was a workaholic. He did not like his work to be interrupted, that’s why you often scheduled “activities” with him. However, this week he had to cancel a session to care for one of your sick crewmates. The result was, today you needed him, desperately.
All day you tried to distract yourself with chores and conversations with your other crewmates that would deter you from the dirty thoughts in your head and the heat building in your core. The minute you stopped working or had a moment to yourself to think, your thoughts wandered to Law. When you saw him in the galley, you could hardly look away from him. He caught on to this a few times and looked at you suspiciously in response, through furrowed brows. Your crewmates were having to wave their hands in front of your face to bring you attention back to them. You then had to come up with excuses for why you were staring off at your Captain. Your crewmates of course didn’t officially know the two of you were together, but there had been speculation. You were doing a terrible job of deterring their theories today, but you couldn’t help it, you missed Law, you needed him.
By about 7 pm, you couldn’t take it anymore. You knew on Wednesdays Law liked to do research late, but you had to try for the sake of your sanity. You head to your room to change. You pick a yellow sundress which accentuated your cleavage and the hem of which hit just above mid-thigh. You knew Law would grumble about you being outside of the dress code, but you knew once he saw you in your outfit, hopefully he would be unable to help himself and stop caring. You sneak to his office, hoping to not be caught by any of your shipmates who were mostly slacking off playing cards in the galley. Once at his door you take a deep breath and knock softly.
“Law.” You call quietly through the door.
Law’s body stiffens as the knock upon his office door draws him from the pages of his medical textbook. He relaxes as he hears your voice beyond the door. He stands abruptly and walks to the door. He undoes the lock and opens the door. As the metal door swings open he stops it half-way and he examines you and your outfit at his doorstep. His eyes widen as he looks upon you.
Your arms are behind your back, you’re biting your lip and staring up at him through blinking eyes. You smile softly at him as he leans against the doorway. His right shoulder rests on the door frame and his arms cross in front of him. A half smile forms on his face as he tries to look at you sternly.
“Y/N. What are you doing here and why are you out of dress code?” He asks as he looks up and down the hallway for your crewmates.
“I had a quick matter to discuss with you, may I come in?” You ask as your gaze flicks down to admire his muscular figure, then back up to meet his gold-gray eyes again.
He steps back from the doorframe, holding the door open for you. You enter and Law closes the door behind you. He leans against the door and looks at you with raised eyebrows. You wander to his desk and begin examining the papers he was studying, ignoring his gaze that lingers on your back.
“Y/N. I thought we agreed I would work late on Wednesdays..?” Law questions as he takes a deep breath and heads back to his seat behind his desk.
“Yeah but…” You start as you look up from his desk to meet his eyes glaring at you.
“But..?” Law asks as he takes a seat.
“I. Well with Bepo being sick the other day… We didn't get our time and well… I miss you.” You say as you round the corner of the desk and place a hand on his shoulder. “I know it’s your work late night… and I tried Law. I just. I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You reply as you look away from his gaze and lean against his desk.
“You what?” He says as he continues to stare at you.
“I don’t know.” You say as you glance over at him, then return your gaze to the floor before you.
“Spit it out already. I really need to get back to work. I’m behind this week.” He says angrily.
“I need you okay. That’s why I put on this stupid dress and snuck around the sub to come here. I need you. It was dumb. I know how you like your schedule.”
Your head sinks low and you take a deep breath before stepping away from the desk. Before you can get too far, a hand is on your wrist. You look over your shoulder at Law and see his lips curled in a half smile. He pulls you onto his lap. You place your hands on his chest and he wraps his arms around your waist. He kisses you tenderly and brushes your hair off your shoulder and behind your back.
“I’m sorry. I miss you too. I just really need to get this done.” He says as his eyes meet yours. “I can help, I want to help. I just need to keep working, but I want to give you something. You’re so pretty for me after all.”
He lifts you up to stand in front of him and spreads your legs. His hand rubs up your leg from just below your knee to your inner thigh. His eyebrows raise as his hand reaches the top of your thigh. You moan as his fingers slide across your wet core.
“Came all this way and forgot your panties. Someone certainly is needy for their Captain’s attention.”
Your hands slide down his chest as he guides you to sit on his right thigh. He scoots his chair forward, so your back is inches from the desk. The cold feeling of his jeans feels great against your folds, but you were hoping for more of him. You stare at him and furrow your eyebrows.
“Law?” You question as he returns to looking at the book on the desk in front of him.
“I have work to do, but I’m happy to have my thigh help you. Entertain yourself now and I’ll give you more later, I promise.” He says in response as he kisses you gently on your cheek.
You lick your lips and adjust yourself against his thigh. The friction did feel nice against your naked clit. Laws hold on your waist tightens with one arm as he turns the page of his book with the other. You lean forward and plant a kiss on his neck, hoping if you distracted him enough he would help you. His leg beneath your core began bouncing up and down gently, causing the friction between your legs to shift.
“Law.” You moan softly against his neck between pants.
Your hips roll forward against the bouncing motion. Your lips kiss down Law’s neck and stop to bite his collarbone. He continues to pay you no notice, too entranced in his reading to look at you, but his leg begins bouncing beneath you quicker. You claw at his chest as the friction between your legs causes the heat to rise in your abdomen. Now your nipples were demanding attention as well, so you pull the top of your dress down to reveal your hardened buds. Law continues to stare at the book before him, but his hand around your waist pulls you closer, so your nipples are rubbing against his clothed chest. You moan as friction hits your exposed buds.
“Let go for me babe. Show me how needy you are.” Law says as he licks his lips and finally looks over at you.
“LAWW.” You yell as you hump him faster.
One of your hands falls from his chest and plays with your clit. You feel the heat in your stomach build as the friction between your legs and against your chest overstimulates you.
“Going to cummm.” You say breathily.
“Make a mess for me babe.”
“LAWWWWW.” You call as you lean your head back and he tucks his head into your exposed breasts.
Your warm juices erupt from your core and wet his spotted jeans. He continues to bounce you on his leg as your body shakes against him. You pant as you try to calm your body atop his leg.
“Good girl.” He says as he licks his lips and lifts your head back up to face him.
His soft dry lips press against yours. He gently nips at your bottom lip as he pulls away from the short kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck and your head flops on his shoulder. He pets your hair and pulls you close.
“Now I really have to get back to work, but if you go lay in my bed and let me work for a bit, I promise to take good care of you when I’m done.”
You kiss his cheek and slide off his lap. As you stand you slide your dress off the rest of the way, so it falls at Law’s feet. You smile deviously at him as you turn around and walk to his bed, completely nude.
“Clearly. You miss me too.” You call glancing over your shoulder at him.
“Now that was cruel.” He calls back as he watches your ass shake as you crawl into his bed.
Marco
You and the First Division Commander had been seeing each other off and on since you joined the Whitebeard Pirates. You weren’t sure if it was dating necessarily, but the sex was off the charts. You knew he didn’t like it when you slept with anyone else and you felt the same, but much more than that, you hadn’t discussed. That’s why when you woke up this morning hornier than usual, you decided to stay on the ship with Marco. You chose this to the alternative of joining your crewmates in exploring the new island you had just docked at.
You enjoy your morning meal with your crewmates and explain to them you had some journaling to catch up on and were planning to stay on board instead of exploring with them. They moan and groan at you, but ultimately understand as you’d become a pirate to write of the world beyond your home island. That way anyone who didn’t have the chance to leave their home and explore could do so through your writing. You stand on the deck and wave them off as they set out on their next adventure.
You knew Marco had planned to stay back as you’d heard it from Izo the night before. Something about him needing to reorganize the medical storage was all Izo could tell you. It had been a few days since you personally had talked to Marco. You return to your room and sit down to do some writing. However, you don’t get very far before you notice a heat between your legs. Your thoughts wander to what Marco is doing in the infirmary. You finally give in and head to find him.
The door is open when you arrive at the infirmary within the ship. You look down and examine your outfit. You’re wearing a short black skirt and a low cut tank top with a blue button up, resting lazily on your shoulders. You take a deep breath and knock on the doorframe of the infirmary.
“Hey Marco.” You call.
Marco turns the corner from the supply room holding a box and looks up at you over his glasses. He smiles and sets the box down on the counter. You take his smile as an invitation and take a few steps into the infirmary. You look around at the open cabinets and supplies covering every empty surface.
“Hey Y/N. Decide not to head out with everyone else?” He asks as he glances over at you, before returning his gaze to open the box in front of him.
“Yeah. I had some writing to catch up on. Izo told me you were reorganizing, so I wanted to check in and see if you needed a hand.” You say as you stroll over to lean against the counter beside him.
“Hmm…” He says looking over his shoulder at you standing beside him. “Something tells me you aren’t here to help.” He adds.
“Hey. I just… It’s been a few days… I wanted to check in.”
“Sorry Y/N. I’m a bit busy today. You’re welcome to stay here and entertain yourself. Let me get a little farther then maybe I could help.” He says with a laugh as he looks you up and down before returning to the contents of the box in front of him.
“Self entertain huh?” You say as you tap your fingers on the counter beside him.
Marco shakes his head at you, then returns to the storage room off the infirmary. While he’s out you decide to take him up on his offer. You shut the door to the infirmary and lock it. Then you lay back on one of the infirmary beds. You trace your fingers across your lips as you hear Marco talk to himself in the room next door. You smile as you listen to him search for something. You wished he was searching you.
“Hey Y/N, do you see a box of tongue depressors in there?” Marco calls.
You reach down and pull your underwear down from beneath your skirt. You pull them from your ankles and drop them on the floor beside the bed. You look around the room for the box Marco asked about, but fail to notice it. You spit in your hand and bring it to your core beneath your skirt.
“No. Sorry, Marco. It’s not here.” You call back.
“Damn.” You hear him say to himself as you hear boxes move around on shelves in the closet.
You close your eyes and begin tracing your hand up and down your slick folds. You take a deep breath and moan softly at the feeling of your cool fingers moving across your core. Your other hand lifts to play with your breast through your shirt. Your nipples harden and you lower the hem of your tank top to expose your buds. You twist a nipple between your thumb and forefinger with one hand and use your other to roll your fingertips over your clit. You moan a little louder this time, loud enough for Marco to notice. Marco exits the storage room and stands in its doorway looking at you. Your eyes flutter shut as you start to imagine Marco’s larger hands playing with your sensitive parts.
“Wow. I didn’t know you were this needy.” Marco says as he leans against the doorway to the storage closet.
He adjusts his glasses and watches you explore yourself with your fingers. You flutter your eyes open and look over at him. You bite your lip and lower the hand playing with your breast to the sheets beneath you and grip them. Your other hand continues to play with your clit causing your fingers to buck. A smirk forms on Marco’s face as he watches two of your fingers lower to tease your entrance.
“I’m only doing as you instructed. How about you come help me?” You beg as you flutter your eyelashes at the blonde muscular man before you.
“Not turning to someone else today..?” Marco asks.
“Marco. All I want is you. I need you.” You coo as you look him up and down. “If it means I have to entertain myself sometimes..” You say breathily, pausing to pant while your fingers continue to play between your legs. “I will help myself if I need, if you need, but you’re what I’m imagining between my legs.” You reply as you dip two fingers into your entrance.
“Prove it. Let go for me, Y/N.”
You nod as you close your eyes and dip your fingers in and out of your entrance while your thumb rubs friction upon your clit. You bite your lip and hear Marco’s footsteps grow close to you. He sits on the end of the bed and watches you curl your fingers to reach your g-spot.
“Marco.” You beg.
Your hips roll harder against your fingers as you start to feel the heat in your abdomen build. His calloused fingers roam up your calf and rest on your knee. He swallows hard as he scoots closer to you. Your fingers curl faster on your g-spot causing you to squeeze the sheets harder.
“Look at me, Y/N. What are you thinking about?”
You pant and slow the action of your fingers. You gently open your eyes and look at the man licking his lips before you. You push a third finger into your entrance and continue to curl your fingers within you. Your heat builds.
“You, Marco.” You say breathily. “You, you pounding me here in this bed…” You say.
He smiles at this and reaches for your hand between your legs. He lifts it, removing your fingers from your entrance and guides it to rub your clit. You moan as he guides your fingers faster and faster without breaking eye contact.
“Keep going, Y/N.” He says as he lets go of your hand and slides two of his large fingers down into your slick to your entrance.
You keep rubbing varying sized circles across your clit as Marco’s ring and middle finger enter you and pound in and out. Your free hand grips tighter at the sheets.
“MARCO.”
“Cum for me.”
You nod. Marco’s fingers begin to curl and toy at your g-spot hitting it better than you were with your smaller fingers. Your hips roll against his fingers, your hand on your clit slows. Your eyes cross as you feel your heat burst. Marco’s fingers continue to service you as you scream his name.
“MARRCOO.”
You lift your head and slam it back on the pillow behind you. Your juices squirt out on the fingers between your legs. Your eyes drift closed as you come down from your ecstasy. Panting, you half liddidly gaze at Marco, a large smile across your face.
“Thank you. Thank you, Marco.” You say.
A smile grows on his face as he stands from the bed and cleans off his hands on a nearby towel. He returns to sitting beside you on the bed and kisses your forehead. As he sits up and looks down at you, you raise a hand to his cheek.
“Marco.” You say licking your dry lips.
“Hmm..?” He says staring at you deeply.
“I meant it. All I want is you.”
He presses his lips softly against yours.
“Alright then. I’ve never done the girlfriend thing before, but guess we will try it.” He replies with a smile.
You press your lips to his again and wrap your fingers in his hair, pulling him close.
(Daddy) Shanks
You were a newer member of Shanks’ crew. The only woman. Shanks tried to resist, but he quickly grew infatuated with you. Your crewmates all warned you not to get involved with the playboy, but you couldn’t help it. The two of you began seeing a lot of each other. However, lately he was too focused on planning his next plan of action, to spend much time with you. You and Shanks had been regularly active the past few weeks, so the sudden lack of attention left you very needy.
Tonight Shanks finally announced his plans to go after the One Piece to you and the rest of the crew. The announcement resulted in a celebration. Maybe it was missing Shanks or just the alcohol, but an unquenchable heat began to brew between your legs. One you knew only Shanks could tame. You chose a low cut red dress for the occasion.
After finishing another mug with Lucky Roo you found Shanks at a table with Yasop and Benn Beckman. You approach from behind and place a hand on his shoulder. His officers knew about his now somewhat common meetups with you, as they tended to be loud. Seeing you at the Captain’s table hadn’t surprised them, frankly it probably didn’t surprise any of the crew. You’d quickly proved your own as a new member in more ways than one. Everyone was happy to have you on the crew.
Shanks raises his hand to set his calloused fingers on yours. He looks over his shoulder and meets your gaze. The other men at the table chug their drinks and head to the bar for a refill. Shanks grabs you by the waist and pulls you to his lap. You place your arms on his chest and look around the crowded room, then bring your eyes back to meet his.
“Shanks, what if someone sees?” You ask.
“They’re all drunk. Who cares? They’ll barely remember any of this tomorrow.” He says as a smile grows across his face.
You purse your lips inward and stare down at your hands on his chest. You take a deep breath as your eyes dart up to meet his gaze. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
“What is it?” He asks gently.
“I haven’t seen you in days…” You confess nervously.
“Yeah? Do you miss me?” He asks with a soft laugh.
“Shanks.” You start as you raise your hand to run your fingers through the back of his hair.
He raises his eyebrows at you. You bring your lips to his ear. Before you can speak he kisses your neck causing you to moan. Your hands slide back down his chest as you rest your forehead against the side of his head.
“What is it?” He whispers in your ear before he nibbles at your neck.
“I need you.” You reply with a soft moan.
He removes his lips from your neck and looks deeply into your eyes. A devious grin forms on his face. He pulls you closer into his chest before raising his hand to the strap of your dress. He traces his finger down the strap of your dress across its neckline, causing your breath to catch in your throat.
“Is that why you wore this red dress? Hoped to drive me wild, aye?” He asks as he rubs at the fabric hitting just above your left nipple.
“Shanks. It’s been days. Can we go to your quarters?” You beg.
Shanks laughs as he presses his lips against yours. You get so distracted by the taste of his sweet lips you forget you’re in a room surrounded by your crewmates. His hand begins to explore your body as your fingers rifle through his hair and pull him closer into your embrace. Mid-kiss you quickly pull away from his lips and look around the room wide eyed.
“They’re all plastered, Y/N. No one’s paying attention to us.” He says as his hand roams up your thigh to your core where he pulls your underwear aside.
You moan as his fingers slide between your slick folds. You claw your hands down his muscular chest as he dives two fingers into your entrance, causing your hips to buck. You moan in his ear and wrap your arms tighter around his neck. Bringing your well endowed chest closer to his face. You feel his length harden against the fabric of his clothes beneath your core. You can’t help but hump against it.
“Shanks.” You moan as your thighs clench inward.
“If you’re this needy, Y/N. Ride me right here.” He says in your ear as his fingers curl at your g-spot.
You pull away from him and look into his eyes. He nods at you and pulls your lips back to his. His kisses were intoxicating, they had a way of making the world around you melt away. You’d never had sex in public before, but Shanks had a way of making things comfortable when you tried new things. You pull your lips from his and stand from his lap. You look around the room and notice no one is staring at you, they are all drunkenly laughing with one another and enjoying themselves.
You rest your hands back on Shank’s shoulders and nod at him. He unbuckles his pants and lifts his length from the waistband of his briefs. His large length never fails to make you gasp. You scoot up his waist, to stand and hover over his length. You examine the room around you still no one notices you and Shanks. He pushes your underwear to the side beneath your dress and he lines up his length with your entrance.
“You ready?” He asks as he looks up at you with a smile.
You bite your lip and nod. His hand lifts from beneath your dress to rest on your waist where he guides you as you sit down on his length. You slowly sit down, sucking him between your legs, deeper and deeper. You moan through clenched teeth and closed eyes as you swallow him whole between your legs. You rest your head on his chest and catch your breath once he’s fully inside you. Your dress perfectly covered your new connection,
“So tight for me.” He mutters breathily. “Now use me like you need, Princess.” He says into your ear.
You moan against his lips and he shushes you.
“Shhh… Princess. Don’t want them catching on.”
Your lips find his as you slowly start bouncing up and down on his hard member. His hand roams your waist until finds your ass and squeezes it. His lips separate from yours and he pulls you tighter around his chest. You tuck your head into his neck and begin rolling your hips to help stimulate your clit and g-spot. You weren’t sure why, but your heat was building in your abdomen quicker than normal. You return to bouncing up and down on your captain’s waist.
“Surrounded by your crewmates? Such a slut for me.” He says in your ear.
You swirl your hips on his member and clench down on him. Shanks holds you tighter as you return to bouncing on him. Your breaths both quicken as you ride him faster and deeper.
“Shanks.” You quietly moan against his neck. “Going to…”
“Me too. Make a mess for me, Princess.”
Shanks hand wraps tighter around your thigh as he begins to lift from his seat and pound into you. His length hits your cervix and your eyes cross. Your ecstasy explodes. You bite into his shoulder trying to cover your finish. Your juices drip down your thighs.
“Shanks.” You mumble..
“You take me so well.” He says with a smile.
Shanks continues to pound into you as you come down from your high. He presses his lips against yours as you feel his length twitch within you. You clench around him and feel his warm seed fill you. He pulls his lips from yours and rests his head on your chest, as he breathes heavily.
“I’m going to have to let you get needy more often.”
You laugh and tuck his hair behind his ear.
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Jealous
LUFFY X READER! FLUFF!
You sighed as you stared off at the two figures in front of you. You weren’t the one to be jealous, envious, or clingy… but it’s impossible to not feel any of those things when the most beautiful empress in the world is feeding your boyfriend strawberries.
“If I were you I would go up to him and drag him to the back of the ship and knock some sense into him,” Nami huffed as she joined you in watching the two. You watched as Hancock giggled whenever Luffy licked his lips after eating another one of her juicy strawberries. “Should I?” You asked, half-jokingly. “It is disrespectful of Luffy to be so close to another woman when he already has one,” Robin joined in. “Definitely, but isn’t Hancock worse for being so lovey dovey towards him, knowing that you two are dating,” Nami pointed out.
“About that…” you trailed off. The two ladies stared at you in confusion. “I don’t think Luffy has introduced me to her,” you sighed again. “What?!” Nami yelled. “Well I imagine, since he hasn’t once called me over to meet her,” you pointed out. “No, we gotta stop this now,” Nami stared at the two. “Most definitely,” Robin added. “How?” You asked. “Leave that to us,” Nami winked.
…
“Nami I don’t think this’ll work, plus I don’t feel too comfortable with this…” you said nervously. “It’ll be fine!” she reassured you. You sat awkwardly with Zoro who surprisingly accepted the plan. “You’re actually ok with this Zoro?” You asked. “Well I have to just eat strawberries with you right? Doesn’t sound too hard, besides the she-devil said she’d drop 100,000 from my loan,” he grumbled the last part. “Ahh…” you sweat dropped. You weren’t too sure about Nami’s plan, feeding strawberries to Zoro near Luffy and Hancock in hopes that Luffy gets jealous and comes over?? “Luffy never gets jealous though,” you shook your head. “Any guy can get jealous,” Zoro said. “Yeah?” You asked. “Yeah, now feed me a strawberry woman,” he said as he leaned forward.
You smiled and popped a strawberry into his mouth. You glanced over, hoping for Luffy to notice you two, but with no luck. “He didn’t notice…” you said softly. “That’s because we have to up the antics,” Zoro smirked. “Huh?” You asked. “Toss a strawberry to me,” he said. “Ok…” you said slowly and tossed a strawberry up in the air. Watching Zoro completely miss it, “What was that?” You laughed. “I wasn’t ready… again!” he barked. “Ok, ok, ready?” you asked. The swordsman nodded and prepared himself. You tossed another strawberry in the air and watched Zoro completely miss the fruit again. “Nice catch!” You laughed. “It’s because you don’t toss it right!” he glared.
“No, you’re just bad at this. Watch me,” you said as you prepared yourself. Zoro softly tossed a strawberry in the air and you quickly caught it. “Beginner’s luck,” Zoro frowned as he crossed his arms. “Sounds like someone is mad they can’t catch a strawberry,” you teased. “No I have it this time, try me,” he said determinedly. “Ok…” you chuckled. You once again tossed a strawberry in the air and he finally caught it.
“Let’s go! You did it!” You cheered. “Third time’s a charm!” Zoro smirked. You both hi-fived over your small strawberry victory, but that soon ended when you noticed a shadow casting over you.
You looked back and noticed Luffy, “Oh hi Luffy, did you see Zoro catch that straw-“ but you were cut off by your captain picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “H-Hold on! Wait!” You protested as you squirmed but it was no use. “Luffy? Where are you going?” You watched Hancock try to follow you, but Luffy locked her out of your bedroom.
You were tossed onto the bed, seeing your boyfriend extremely frustrated. “Luffy?” You asked. “What were you doing with Zoro?” He huffed. “Eating strawberries,” you responded. “I didn’t like that,” he bluntly said as he sat beside you. “Well I didn’t like Hancock feeding you strawberries either,” you grumbled. “Hancock? She’s just a friend,” he said.
“Didn’t look like it,” you sighed. “Well I can say the same for you and Zoro!” He replied. “I only tossed strawberries into his mouth, but… you’re right… I asked Zoro to try and help me… make you jealous. so you’d stop focusing so much on… Hancock,” you said softly. “Make me jealous?” He asked. “Well, I got jealous or… scared, she’s the most beautiful woman in the sea and she’s obviously in love with you. What if you decide that she’s better than me… and leave me,” you explained.
You felt him wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you into a hug. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “No it’s fine… I should’ve talked to you instead of making a silly plan. I wasn’t thinking…” you trailed off. “It’s ok, it’s my fault too. I told her you were my girlfriend and then she began acting weird. I thought it was because we haven’t seen each other in a while, so she was being extra nice… I guess that made you mad, huh?” He frowned. “A bit,” you replied.
“Well… I'm glad you told me,” he said. “I like seeing you get jealous,” he grinned. “Yeah? It was kind of funny seeing you get so upset about me and Zoro too,” you smiled. “Yeah… don’t do that again, please?” He asked as he loosened his hug to look at you. “Ok, but you need to go out there and show that empress we’re dating,” you laughed. “Definitely, now come on. Let’s get out of here,” he smiled as he stood up and held out his hand. You quickly take it and follow him out the door.
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law + craving (suggestive)
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tagging: @willowbelle @kaizokuniichan @eelnoise @sanjisjuul @queenmimi2817
law is proud of you. he really and truly is, but tonight he feels so selfish. he wants you close, your chest pressed against his, with fingers interlaced and hands held tight. law needs to consume you, to touch you, to spend the night buried in your skin until your souls melt together, but between your efforts to train the latest additions to the crew and your usual duties, you've been so busy, to the point where the only times he sees you are during meals, and when you fall asleep next to him at night, too tired to do anything more than curl up in his arms.
unable to spend another evening forced to choose between either sitting in the common room impatiently bouncing his knee while itching to be alone with you or staying in his office and feeling a cold, empty void next to him, he steals you away after dinner. it's abrupt, unsubtle, and makes law cringe at himself as he orders for you to follow him in front of everyone, but he knows he's made the right decision when he catches a hint of your energy, motivation, and optimism fizzling out behind your bright eyes—you've been working yourself to the bone, and he's been a fool for not forcing you to pace yourself sooner.
"stay with me a while," he whispers once he locks your bedroom door behind you, tracing his knuckles softly along your cheek. law's eyes are sparkling pools of amber as they plead with you; his gaze is hot, sticky, and preservative. completely encased in his stare as his eyes rake down your body, you feel the viscous fluid set and find yourself unable to move, too immobilized to even fidget.
"okay, i needed a break anyways," you hum contently as you lean into his touch, each gentle brush of his hand melting into your skin. for the first time in ages, you reignite the ritual you both have shared for years, of decompressing together for a while each day, which causes a cold rush of water to be poured over your head as the weight of how much you missed spending time with him hits you all at once. overcome with emotion, you wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face in his chest. "i'm sorry we haven't been spending much time together lately," you mumble, voice laced with guilt as it wavers.
law's warm lips press softly against the top of your head, letting them linger as he takes in the sweet scent of your hair. "knock it off—don't get all out of sorts, i know you're busy," he says reassuringly, holding you a bit tighter as his head goes light, "we just need to get back to our regular schedule, captain's orders."
nodding against him, you smile as your arms squeeze him tighter, though the embrace is soon broken by his inked hand cradling your face, keeping you close as he leans in and captures your lips with his. he tries to hard to start at a simmer, to not dive in too deep too fast, but he just can't help himself, turning the kiss into a mess of teeth and tongues as his heart melds into yours.
and law, for once, lets himself be more than a little bit selfish as he pulls you apart piece by piece; it's for your own good anyways.
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Some little scenes from the FRESH OFF THE PRESSES NEW CHAPTER from To Be Warm in the Cold by @okiedoketm
I love these characters so much it hurts.
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Fucking A Firefighter
| Firefighter!Ace x neighbor!reader ( modern au; 18+ only! MDNI!!)
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Summary: One night walking home alone, you pass by your local fire station. You stumble upon a sleeping firefighter who was in the middle of eating. After making sure he was still alive, he offers to walk you home as a token of appreciation…
Warnings: sexual content, 18+ only, MDNI!, modern Au, doggystyle, consent, mention of birth control, missionary, other sex position, deep throating, swallowing, creampie, p in v sex, oral sex (both), slight after care, and dirty talking.
☁︎ A/N: I’m so so so sorry for ghosting you guys. I just didn’t have the time to write and when I started to write I couldn’t decided which idea to go with. Thank you so much for the follows!!! You…you guys are so amazing! 😭 Please don’t be shy to request certain things from me. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy!
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The night was cool as the breeze slightly lifted the hem of your dress as you walked down the street with the grocery bag in your arms. You had just picked up some last minute ingredients to finish off your dinner for the night. As you walked, you took the time to admire the street lights and buildings that surrounded you. One, however, caught your attention as you contorted your face into a curious expression as you stopped in your tracks. You watched as a man laid face first into the a plate of food while his hand rested on a tipped over beer bottle. Curiosity got the best of you as you slowly creeped towards the man, eventually tapping him on his shoulder to see if he was still alive. The man didn’t respond, so you tapped again this time a little harder. Still no response. You looked around and took a few steps back heading towards what seems like the fire station office door. Before you could reach the door, “Wow beautiful, just gonna’ leave me here?”, came from behind you. You turned around to see the man wiping food off his face before clicking his tongue at the sight of his beer all over the ground, “Fuck. I didn’t even get to drink a drop.”. You laughed a little and used your hand to cover your mouth. He looks at you and smile before heading over to you.
“I’m Ace. Who the hell are ya’?”, he introduces while holding his hand out to you. You didn’t respond to him taking his words in a rude manner. You try to walk off, but he takes your hand in his and smiles at you while pulling you back to him, “I’m just playin’ sweetheart. Can I know the name of such a beautiful lady?”. You blush a little and you place your free hand over his, “My name is (y/n)…You’re really warm Mr. Ace.”, you continued as you found comfort in his warm hand on such a cool night. He burst in laughter, “That’s one of the first things people notice about me.”. You and him talk for a minute before you’re interrupted by a man who looks like a pineapple waving towards the both of you, “That’s it for the night Ace-yoi. Thanks for your time.”. Ace waves back and you smile at him, “Sure thing. See ya’ tomorrow Marco.”. While turning to go back in the station Marco winks at you before closing the door, “Remember Pops is going to be here tomorrow, so be on time ya’ hear-yoi.”. Your blush deepens as you turn your attention back to him, only to find him gone. You glance around a little before deciding to take your leave.
Out of nowhere Ace shows back up again jogging to catch up to you in some black joggers, a red necklace, what seems like a cowboy hat with two symbols on it, and a black shirt that says ‘Fire Fist’ on the back of it. You took in his appearance as you waited for him. When he got to you, he placed his hand on your shoulder, “Dammit (y/n), you couldn’t wait for me? I’ll have to put a leash on you.”, he says between breaths. You laugh, “I didn’t even go that fair Ace. Or should I say Fire Fist?”. His face turned red at your last remark making you laugh more. He grunts and snatches the bag of groceries out of your hand, clearly embarrassed by his blushing face, “Ha…Ha…You’re so funny. Give me those! Which way is it to your place?”. Not thinking much of it, you lead to the way to your house. As you walked, the conversation grew between the two of you causing some feelings to sprout in the both of you. Ace slid your grocery bag over into one arm and used the other to wrap around you. You pushed yourself into his embrace causing you both to blush once more before Ace stops completely, “Wait what? You live in my neighborhood?”.
You lift your hands up and hunch your shoulders, “Hmmm…I guess so. Small world we live in, right?”. He smiles and grabs your hand, “Small world indeed. All this time such a beautiful woman was in my neighborhood and I didn’t know.”. Your face burns up and you hit him in the side continuing towards your home. Arriving at the door, you unlock it and push it open a little before turning back to Ace and collecting your belongs. You try to give him a quick hug, but his strength causes you to stay in place a little longer (not that you minded). You thanked him for walking you home when the hug was over. As you were about to close the door, Ace hears a familiar ‘squeak’ and places his hand on the door preventing it from closing. “When was the last time you changed your smoke detector batteries sweetheart?”, he questioned as he stepped into the house leaving you a tad bit confused. “Ummm…I can’t remember.”, you respond as you just accept the situation unfolding in front of you. Ace walks towards your alarm and asks for the replacement batteries, you give them to him along with the stool you use to reach high places in the house. As he changes the batteries, you stare at his lower abs that are showing as his shirt raises from stretching up. You bite your lip and your eyes trail down his happy trail to his dick print. You close your legs tighter as you start to get wet. Your staring doesn’t go unnoticed as Ace smirks, “Like what you see baby girl?”. His words snap you out of your trance as you look up at him ashamed of your actions.
Ace bends a little and cups your face making you look at him. As your eyes meet, you stutter, “Y-yes.”. He lets go and steps off the stool and uses his foot to push it out the way. Your body tenses up as he slides the old batteries into his pocket and slowly pushes himself closer to you. Ace lifts your head once again and ask, “Can I kiss you?”. You part your lips for him and hold onto his forearm as he kisses you deeply. His knee pushes up against your pussy and you slowly grind on it. Moaning into his mouth, he pulls your hips foward and pressed his hard dick on you. You snake your hand down and start palming him as he kisses down your neck, grabbing a handful of your titties. You both moan and he smiles at you grabbing your wrist, “Don’t tease me baby…I’m going to fuck you so good (Y/n).”. Your ears turn red as he nibbles at them and kisses your cheek. You decide to lead him to your bedroom which he happily followed pinching your ass when you made it into the room. He pushes you onto the bed and takes his shirt off. You run your hand down his sculpted body. God were you blessed to be under such a perfect body. He takes his time feeling up your body before pulling the strings of your dress. The sight of you was heavenly to him as the dress revealed your pretty breast and your little stomach pudge. You got a little embarrassed and tried covering your little pouch, but he stops you, “I’m a man (y/n). Not one of those little boys you’re used to dealing with.”. His comment leaves you soaking in your panties, your pussy aching for him even more now. He must can read your mind as his hand reaches down to feel your cunt through the lace panties. He hooks a finger into the garment and pulls them off, placing the sweetest kiss on your pussy lips. “A-ah…Ace!.”, you moan out his name as he flicks his tongue and sucks at your clit sending your eyes rolling back. He slaps at your thighs causing you to buck your hips up into his mouth as he eats you out. The sound on your wet pussy and moans feels his ears causing his dick to stand straight up in his joggers. You push his head deeper into your cunt, screaming out his name as you cum on his face. He sucks at your clit one last time before standing up and wiping his mouth. You lean forward as well and you’re meet face to face with a big hard dick. His eyes devour you with lust as he inches his dick towards your mouth in a needy manner.
You get the message and tell him to lay on the bed. He does as you tell him waiting eagerly for you to release him from his joggers. You decide to tease him a bit and kiss down his happy trail slowly. As the pain of the restrain gets to him, he smacks your ass hard, “Quit stalling and suck me already!”, he grunts out. You smile at him and finally release his dick. It smacks your face a little causing you both to laugh. He apologizes and grabs the base of his shaft while you open your mouth allowing him to tap the tip on your tongue. He moans letting you take control. You kiss his balls and suck on them while pumping his dick. He moans and puts his hand in your hair, “F-fuck-ahhh…(y/n)-mmmf-ah. Jus’ like that~”. Picking your head up, he lowers your mouth onto the tips of his cock. You try your best to take his entire dick, but it’s just too big. You come back up and cough a little. “Don’t force yourself to take the whole thing. That’s what she’s for…”, he trails off while cupping your pussy in his big hands. You kiss his tip and start sucking his dick again. Loud sounds of gagging and gawking make you both so horny. His hold on your hair tightens and he starts to thrust up into your throat while sliding a thick finger into your pussy. You take it as his balls slap against your chin and strings of slobber make a connection between the two. “Damn this sloppy slutty ass throat~aghhh!”, he moans out as you moan on his tip sending vibrations through his dick. He lets up after a few more strokes allowing you to fully catch your breath. Once you do, you get back on his dick and start bobbing your head up and down. You squeeze his balls up hold them along with his thick long dick in both your hands. As you go down slob from the back of your throat leaks out on his balls and coats them. He pumps another finger into your pussy causing you to reach for his wrist. He places your hand back around his dick and reassures you that he’s trying to prep you for his huge girth. Ace’s balls start to swell as you can feel his dick twitch in your throat ready to cum motivating you to bob your head faster. “Mmppphffff….f-fuck you-ah…fuck you’re such a good g-girl! Swallow my cum!”, he yells through breaths as he snaps his hips up and cums in your throat. You swallow as much as you can before he hands you his shirt to wipe your mouth with.
“Damn. Sorry baby…I ain’t mean to cum that fast.”, he apologizes while licking his fingers clean of your pussy. You giggle not letting him see your disappointment as you really wanted to take his full cock. You reach for your panties and Ace raises an eyebrow. He pushes you over on the bed making your tits press against the mattress below. “I said I was sorry for cumin’ not I was done with you.”, he spoke with a little aggression in his voice. You swear you could feel your heart beat in your pussy as he bends done and drags his fat tongue between your pussy lips. You moan into the mattress and grip on the sheets. Dammit he knows how to use his tongue. “Please….please Ace…fuck me~ahh!”, you beg as you chase his tongue with your hips. He grabs a handful of your ass and strokes his cock to get it back hard. It didn’t take long as you felt him slap his thick head against your swollen clit before pushing himself in. “Ah! Ace! W-wait baby give me a second!”, you yell out as you reach a hand back to slow his movement down. His dick was so big and the stretch it gave you sent a mix of pleasure and pain through your core. Ace slowed down and kissed your shoulder, “Take it for me baby. I know you can fit me in this perfect cunt.”. Tears fall down your face as you try to adjust to his size. Ace tries his best to help by rubbing circles on your hips and showering you with praises, “Your taking me so well beautiful. Let me know when I can move.”. After a minute or so, you give Ace the okay to move. He pushes on your back a little to deep your arch as he slowly thrust into you. He spreads your ass open and watches as his big dick goes in and out of your tight hole. You look back at him and he bends down to kiss your teary eyes, “It’s okay (y/n). Just let yourself enjoy me.”. You start to be more comfortable with him and he takes the opportunity to fuck into you harder. Skin slaps onto skin as he dicks you deeper kissing your cervix with each thrust. The bed rocks as you pull on the sheets trying your best not to fall apart on this good dick. It’s been so long since you got any and you were so thankful for walking up on this sexy and weird man. Ace, on the other hand, grips on your waist digging his fingers into you. He loved fucking into you and molding his dick into your cunt. As his thrust start to pick up, a knot forms in your belly.
“A-Ace…~oohhh yesss~mmmph~ah!”, you become a moaning mess as drool starts to pool out the side of your mouth. You loved taking his meaty dick, but you felt the sudden urge to pee. Panic starts to set in as it builds rather quickly, “Baby wait…I think…I think I’m got to pee.”. You warn Ace, but to your horror he smiles like a lunatic at you, “Oh yea?”. Ace pulls out and as you’re about to get up he flips you over and plunges his dick back into your pussy. His balls slap against you as he abuses your cunt. “Give it to me~ah…give it to me baby.”, he begs which sends you over the edge as your legs lock around him and you squirt on him. Your pussy grips him so tight he can barely fuck you while you orgasm. Ace bites his lip hard as he tries not to creampie you while you ride out your high. You’re all fucked out, but the thought of wanting to be filled by Ace motivates you to keep going. “Want to try another position?”, he asks while kissing down your arm. “Sure, but I don’t know which position to get into.”, you agree through heavy breaths. He smirks and ask you if you trust him and you nod ‘yes’ while laughing. He takes you to the edge of the bed and holds onto your arms as he puts a pillow down on the ground for you to rest your back and upper shoulders on. Your pussy is in the air and he steps over you. “Is this too much for you?”, he ask while grabbing the inside of your knees to push your legs further apart. You reassured him your comfortable and everything is alright. Ace takes his dick and slides it into your pussy. You both moan out as this position lets you feel him in the deepest parts of you. You look up at him as he fucks into you while folding your body up. “Fuck yea~ugh. Your pussy is so good (Y/n). Don’t…shi-don’t give this pussy to anyone else…you hear me?”, he speaks between moans as he drills into your needy cunt. “Yes! Ohhh! Ahhh! Yes Ace! I belong to you! Only you can satisfy me!”, you moan out while you crawl into his arms as he fucks into your g-spot harder. Your pussy starts to tighten and you can feel your orgasm building again. Ace hisses as he feels himself getting close as well, “Fuck I hope you’re on the pill baby.”. You nod your head and scream his name, begging for him to come inside of you. After a few more random thrust, Ace screams your name and slams his entire dick into you. Your pussy pulses as you cream on him while he pumps his load into you. Your mixture of wetness and cum pools out of your hole and trickles down your stomach. Catching your breath, Ace pulls out and picks you up placing you on the bed. You look at him with dazed eyes and give him a weak smile. He can tell you’re too fucked out for another round which is good for him since he’s getting a bit tired himself. “I’ll clean us up sweeetheart. Don’t worry.”, he says softly as he kisses you again before laying you down on the bed.
You end up falling asleep only to be woken up the next morning to Ace struggling to get his clothes back on, “Fuck! I’m going to be late to Pops meeting!”. He notices you awake and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before gathering the rest of his things. You get out the bed and follow him to the door. “You. Me. Tonight. 7 pm. Date. Be ready.”, Ace commands while running towards his house. “OKAY!”, you yell back and wave goodbye to him before closing your door. You place your hand against your cheek and smile to yourself, thinking of him. You grab a cup of coffee and head back to your room to pick out your outfit for tonight.
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In the Arms of a Stranger Charlotte Katakuri x Bride! Reader (Part 1)
He's been popping up on my timeline for a while so I think that means he's getting a series. Pretend he's younger, or don't.
This is gonna be a long one folks.
Spolier: Reader ate the "Kage Kage no Mi" fruit.
Summary:
Kidnapped from the safety of your Straw Hat family and drugged into a forced marriage as a cruel act of revenge by Big Mom, you find yourself in a luxurious yet suffocating room with Charlotte Katakuri, the formidable son of your captor. Fear and desperation grip your heart, but amidst the terror, an unexpected truce begins to form.
As Katakuri reveals his own discomfort with the marriage and vows to protect you, a fragile bond develops. Together, you navigate the tension and uncertainty, finding solace in each other's presence.
In the midst of vulnerability and shared fears, even in the darkest times, unexpected comfort and trust can emerge.
Now, on with the show!!~
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The opulent grand hall reverberated with the lively chatter of guests and the melodious clinking of glasses, creating an atmosphere of celebration and merriment. However, amidst the splendor, [Name] couldn't shake off the overwhelming sense of displacement.
Her thoughts continuously gravitated back to her beloved Straw Hat family, from whom she had been abruptly separated due to this arranged marriage. All you could remember was being stolen in the night and being presented before a large pink woman.
The entire ceremony had unfolded like a hazy dream, and now, as the night descended, it marked the beginning of their wedding night.
Your knowledge of Charlotte Katakuri, your enigmatic new husband, was shrouded in intimidating rumors, leaving you feeling apprehensive.
'Fucking shit.'
The heavy oak door to their lavishly adorned chamber clicked shut behind you, the sound echoing ominously in the vast space. Silence descended like a suffocating blanket, pressing down on you with palpable weight. Your breath caught in your throat as you stood in the center of opulence, surrounded by the extravagant display of wealth.
The room exuded grandeur at every turn—the king-sized bed, adorned with layers of sumptuous silk, beckoned invitingly, yet it felt more like a throne of isolation than a place of rest. Ornate furniture, carved with intricate designs, adorned the spacious chamber, each piece a testament to extravagance. The soft glow of the dimly lit chandeliers cast ethereal shadows across the room, adding to the surreal atmosphere.
But amidst the splendor, there was a profound sense of unease, a feeling of being ensnared in a gilded cage. Despite the luxurious trappings, the room felt suffocating, each embellishment serving as a reminder of the confinement you found yourself in. The air seemed heavy with unspoken tension, and the silence seemed to magnify your solitude.
Your gaze flitted around the room, seeking solace in its lavish décor, but finding none. Every corner seemed to echo with a sense of captivity, each ornamental detail serving as a stark contrast to the freedom you longed for. Your heart ached with longing, yearning for the warmth and familiarity of your Straw Hat family, where safety and love awaited.
In this ostentatious chamber, you felt like a trapped bird, yearning to spread your wings and soar back to where you belonged. The opulence that surrounded you only served to emphasize the stark reality of your confinement, amplifying your desire to break free from this golden prison and return to the embrace of those who cherished you most.
In a moment of sheer panic, you found yourself drawn to the large bed dominating the center of the room. Instinct took over as you dropped to your knees, your movements frantic and unthinking. With trembling hands, you crawled beneath the bed, seeking refuge in the shadowy space beneath its expanse. The rapid thudding of your heart reverberated in your ears, a deafening drumbeat of fear that seemed to echo through the room.
As you huddled beneath the bed, your breaths came in shallow gasps, each inhale feeling like a struggle against the weight of impending doom. The confined space offered little solace, but you clung to it desperately, your body curling into a tight ball as if seeking protection from the encroaching darkness.
In the dimness beneath the bed, the world outside seemed distant and unreal, as if you had retreated into a realm of your own making. The shadows enveloped you like a comforting cloak, shielding you from the harsh reality that lurked beyond the confines of your hiding place.
Your mind raced with thoughts of escape, the urgency of the situation pressing down on you like a heavyweight. You couldn't stay here, couldn't bear the thought of what awaited you on this dreaded night. Your only thought was to find your friends, to seek refuge in the familiar embrace of the Straw Hat crew.
But for now, beneath the bed, you allowed yourself a moment of respite, a brief reprieve from the chaos that surrounded you. The stale air hung heavy in your lungs, but you welcomed it, using the precious moments of solitude to gather your thoughts and steel yourself for the challenges that lay ahead.
In the suffocating stillness of the room, time seemed to lose all meaning, stretching out into an endless expanse of silence. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind outside, seemed magnified, as if the very air itself held its breath in anticipation. The weight of the mansion pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket, its oppressive atmosphere adding to the unbearable tension that hung in the air.
And then, like a harbinger of impending doom, you heard the door creak open, the sound slicing through the silence like a knife. Your entire body tensed, muscles coiling with apprehension as your breath caught in your throat, the air thick with trepidation.
With each heavy footstep, Katakuri drew closer, his presence a looming specter in the darkness. The sound of his boots on the plush carpet sent vibrations rippling through the floor, each thud reverberating through your bones and echoing the pounding of your heart. Every nerve in your body screamed for you to flee, to escape the approaching danger, but you remained frozen in place, paralyzed by fear.
Closing your eyes tightly, you prayed fervently that he wouldn't notice you, that you could remain hidden in the shadows beneath the bed. The darkness offered scant protection, but it was all you had, a thin veil of concealment against the looming threat that lurked just beyond your hiding place. As Katakuri's footsteps drew nearer, you clung to the desperate hope that somehow, against all odds, you would remain undetected.
'Please, just go away. Don’t look under the bed. Please.'
As Katakuri's heavy footsteps halted mere inches from the edge of the bed, a tangible sense of dread settled over you like a suffocating shroud. His presence loomed over you, a looming shadow of menace that seemed to envelop the room in a cloak of darkness. The air grew thick with tension, each breath you took feeling like a struggle against the oppressive weight of fear that pressed down upon you.
Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as you held your breath, every second feeling like an eternity as you waited in agonizing anticipation. And then, mercifully, the footsteps receded, their retreat a faint echo in the silence that followed. The sound of water running in the adjacent bathroom filled the room, a stark contrast to the stillness that had preceded it. Relief washed over you in a shaky exhale, but beneath the surface, the gnawing fear persisted, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond your reach.
'This is my chance,' you thought, determination flickering in the depths of your eyes as you seized upon the opportunity before you. With a surge of adrenaline, you scrambled out from under the bed, your movements swift and urgent as you surveyed your surroundings for any sign of escape. Your heart sank as you realized the door was securely locked, a barrier that stood between you and freedom.
'No, no, no!' The panic threatened to overwhelm you, but amidst the chaos of your thoughts, a glimmer of hope emerged. You remembered your Devil Fruit powers, a latent ability that held the key to your salvation. With a fierce focus, you channeled your energy, merging with the shadows that danced along the edges of the room. The sensation was eerie, like slipping into a cold, dark void, but you clung to it desperately, knowing it was your only chance at escape.
Invisible to the naked eye, you slipped through the crack beneath the bedroom door, your movements silent and swift as you navigated the dimly lit hallway beyond. Your heart pounded in your chest as you caught sight of Charlotte Opera, his figure looming ominously in the distance, a dagger glinting menacingly under the harsh glow of the overhead lights.
'Perfect,' you thought grimly, steeling yourself for the perilous journey that lay ahead. With determination coursing through your veins, you set off into the unknown, every step a testament to your unwavering resolve to reclaim your freedom at any cost.
As you moved stealthily through the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion, every step careful and calculated, your heart pounded in your ears like a thunderous drumbeat. The oppressive silence of the night was broken only by the faint sound of your own breathing, each inhale and exhale amplified by the tension that hung thick in the air. Every corner you turned seemed to hold the promise of danger, every shadow concealing a potential threat.
With practiced ease, you closed the distance between yourself and Opera, your movements fluid and silent as you closed in on your target. In a swift, decisive motion, you snatched the dagger from his grasp, the cold metal of the blade sending a shiver of anticipation coursing through your veins. It was a small victory, but in the face of the looming danger that surrounded you, it felt like a lifeline—a tangible symbol of your determination to fight back against the forces that sought to hold you captive.
Retreating back into the safety of the shadows, you clung to the dagger tightly, the weight of it comforting in your hand. It was a small but significant tool of defense, a reminder that you were not powerless in the face of adversity. With renewed resolve, you prepared yourself for the ordeal that lay ahead, steeling yourself for whatever challenges awaited you.
As the sound of the shower ceased and the lights in the bedroom dimmed, plunging the room into an even deeper darkness, your heart rate spiked once more. The tension in the air was palpable, each moment stretching out into an agonizing eternity as you resumed your hiding spot beneath the bed. Holding your breath, you braced yourself for whatever might come next, your mind racing with frantic thoughts as you prepared to confront the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
'Now I have the advantage but how do I get out of this?'
As you lay hidden beneath the bed, your mind raced with frantic thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last. The weight of the dagger in your hand offered little solace as you grappled with the overwhelming fear of the unknown. How would you escape this predicament? What awaited you beyond the confines of this ominous mansion? The uncertainty gnawed at your insides, leaving you feeling small and powerless in the face of the looming threat.
Before you could formulate a plan of action, the bathroom door swung open with a sinister creak, unleashing a wave of hot steam into the room. Through the swirling mist, you caught a glimpse of Katakuri's towering figure, his presence like a malevolent shadow in the darkness. The air seemed to thicken with dread as his cold, unyielding gaze pierced through the haze, fixating on you with chilling intensity.
And then, in an instant, the shadows were banished by a blinding light that seared through the fog, illuminating you in its merciless glare. The stark contrast between light and darkness rendered you vulnerable, exposed to the full force of Katakuri's unwavering scrutiny. Panic surged through you like a primal instinct as his eyes bore into yours, stripping away any semblance of safety or sanctuary.
Before you could react, his hand closed around your wrist with a bone-crushing grip, dragging you unceremoniously out from your hiding place beneath the bed. The sensation was like being ensnared by a predator, helpless against the inexorable force of his advance. With each heartbeat, the reality of your predicament sank in, filling you with a visceral terror so profound it threatened to consume you whole.
"No, no, no!" The words escaped your lips in a frantic whisper, a desperate plea for escape that fell on deaf ears. In the face of Katakuri's relentless advance, you were overwhelmed by a sense of dread so potent it bordered on madness. As he loomed over you, a silent harbinger of doom, you were plunged into the depths of a nightmare from which there seemed to be no waking.
As you struggled against Katakuri's iron grip, fear surged through your veins like a torrential wave, threatening to drown you in its icy embrace. With a surge of desperation, you plunged the dagger into his wrist, a desperate bid for freedom born of sheer instinct. He grunted in pain, his reaction more annoyance than true agony, but it was enough to momentarily loosen his hold on you.
With a gasp of relief, you tumbled onto the bed, your heart pounding in your chest like a frantic drumbeat. Scrambling away, you fought to put as much distance between yourself and your assailant as possible, your movements frantic and uncoordinated. But your escape was short-lived, and you soon found yourself falling off the other side of the bed, landing with a jarring thud on the cold, unforgiving floor below.
As you lay there, your mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion, a thousand thoughts raced through your head in rapid succession. "I hurt him. What now? Will he kill me?" The questions echoed in your mind like a relentless refrain, each one more terrifying than the last. The cold floor pressed against your back, grounding you in the harsh reality of your situation as you struggled to catch your breath, your chest heaving with the effort.
Amidst the chaos of your thoughts, a fierce determination took hold, driving you forward in spite of the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume you. "I can't let him catch me. I have to survive this. I have to get back to my family." The words rang out in your mind with a clarity that cut through the suffocating haze of terror, fueling your resolve with a newfound strength.
Though the fear was almost paralyzing, the thought of your Straw Hat family served as a beacon of hope in the darkness, a reminder of the bonds that tethered you to the world beyond this nightmare. With each breath, you drew upon that strength, channeling it into a desperate bid for survival as you faced the terrifying unknown that lay ahead.
As you lay on the floor, your body trembling with adrenaline, the sound of Katakuri's approach sent shivers down your spine, his silent footsteps amplifying your terror. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, your senses heightened to a fever pitch as you struggled to control your racing heart.
'He's coming. What do I do? Think, [Name], think!'
The suspense was suffocating, the air thick with tension, as you fought to steady your breathing against the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume you.
With each step he took, the weight of his presence bore down on you like a suffocating blanket, leaving you gasping for air as if the very atmosphere had turned against you.
'I can't stay here. I can't let him catch me again.'
The thought echoed in your mind with a sense of urgency, driving you to action even as panic threatened to overwhelm your senses.
As Katakuri's shadow fell over you, his form looming ominously in the dim light of the chandelier, you felt a primal instinct kick in, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. His eyes, cold and unreadable, seemed to pierce through the darkness, fixing you in place with their unyielding gaze. Your heart hammered in your chest, thoughts whirling in a frantic blur as you braced yourself for whatever came next.
'This is it. This is my only chance.'
With fear coursing through your veins, you struggled against Katakuri, desperation lending strength to your movements. In a desperate move, you slashed at him again with the dagger, hoping to fend off the looming threat that hung over you like a shadow. But Katakuri's response was swift and merciless; with a single, precise motion, he knocked the dagger out of your hands, sending it clattering to the floor, far out of reach.
Desperation filled your eyes as you whispered into the cold night air,
"Please, don't touch me!"
The world seemed to stop at this notion. Your words hung in the air, fragile and trembling, a desperate request for mercy in the face of overwhelming fear. The room fell silent, the weight of your plea echoing in the stillness as you awaited his response.
For a fleeting moment, Katakuri's intense gaze softened, his resolve faltering in the face of your vulnerability. Slowly, he pulled himself back, giving you the space you so desperately craved. You lay there, still clad in your wedding dress, a poignant reminder of the night's cruel irony. Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over as you squeezed them shut, your body wracked with silent sobs.
In that moment of vulnerability, you were acutely aware of the fragility of your existence, a pawn in a game far beyond your control. The weight of the night's events bore down on you like a crushing weight, threatening to engulf you in darkness. Amidst the despair, a flicker of hope remained, a small ember of resilience burning brightly within you. You would endure this trial, you would survive, and you would emerge stronger on the other side.
But right now you really just needed to have a healthy cry.
Katakuri's massive form crouched down before you with surprising gentleness, his imposing stature momentarily softened by the tenderness in his movements. Despite the weight of his presence, there was a certain grace in the way he watched you, as if he were keenly attuned to the fragile state of your emotions. His usually stern expression bore a subtle shift, hints of compassion and understanding flickering across his features like shadows dancing in the dim light of the room.
As he spoke, his voice was a soothing murmur, low and gentle, cutting through the tense silence like a soft breeze on a stormy night. "I promise I won’t hurt you. I have no intention of consummating this marriage given the situation." His words hung in the air, a lifeline extended to you in the depths of your despair. For a moment, the weight of your fear seemed to lift ever so slightly, replaced by a cautious glimmer of hope.
Slowly, you opened your tear-blurred eyes, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of apprehension and longing. You searched the depths of his gaze, seeking any sign of deception or malice, but all you found was sincerity shining back at you like a beacon in the darkness. At that moment, with a trembling breath, you allowed yourself to believe, if only for a fleeting second, that perhaps there was still goodness to be found in this world, even in the most unexpected of places.
As you looked up at Katakuri, his presence no longer looming over you like a specter of fear, you found yourself daring to hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for him to be a decent man despite the circumstances.
In the tranquil hush of the room, every breath seemed to echo, a delicate symphony of tension and resignation. Katakuri's presence, once a looming specter of dread, now exuded a sense of quiet patience, a silent invitation for you to find solace amidst the chaos of your emotions. The opulence that had once felt stifling now appeared almost ethereal, the soft glow of the chandeliers casting gentle pools of light that danced upon the walls like fleeting whispers.
"I promise,"
His voice resonated like a soothing melody, a gentle reassurance that hung in the air like a fragile thread.
"You are safe here. I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to."
The sincerity in his words was a beacon in the darkness, a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of fear that lingered in your heart. Tentatively, hesitantly, you allowed yourself to believe him, to entertain the possibility of a sanctuary within the confines of this ornate prison.
Your trembling began to ebb, a gradual release of tension that mirrored the softening of your surroundings. With each passing moment, the weight of your fear lessened, replaced by a cautious sense of calm that settled over you like a comforting embrace.
Though the scars of your ordeal remained, there was a flicker of resilience in your gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the strength that lay dormant within you.
In the stillness of the room, you took a trembling breath, your pulse slowing as you dared to let go of the grip of fear that had held you captive for so long. And as you met Katakuri's unwavering gaze, you found yourself taking the first tentative steps towards reclaiming your sense of agency, your spirit unbroken.
Tears of anguish continued to stream down your cheeks, silent witnesses to the pain that still weighed heavy on your heart. But intertwined with the sorrow was a sense of gratitude, a profound acknowledgment of the small mercy that had been extended to you in this moment of vulnerability. And as you met Katakuri's gaze, you found solace in the silent understanding that passed between you forged by the circumstance you found each other in.
As Katakuri stood before you, his imposing frame now softened by the absence of his wedding attire, you couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in his demeanor.
His broad shoulders, previously concealed beneath layers of formal clothing, now stood bare and unadorned, accentuating the raw strength that lay beneath his stoic exterior. Black sweatpants hugged his frame, emphasizing the powerful muscles that rippled beneath his skin with each movement.
And then, there was his face. Without the intimidating mask that had become synonymous with his identity, Katakuri seemed almost vulnerable, his features exposed to the harsh light of the room. His expression was unreadable, a mask of neutrality that belied the turmoil that lay beneath the surface.
But it was the intricate tattoo that adorned his left shoulder that drew your attention. A complex design of swirling patterns and symbols, it seemed to tell a story of its own, each line and curve a testament to Katakuri's strength and resilience. The tattoo, a mark of his heritage and lineage, spoke of a past shrouded in mystery and tradition.
As your gaze lingered on him, you realized that he had caught you staring. A flicker of self-consciousness crossed his features before he rose gracefully to his feet, moving with a fluidity that belied his size. Without a word, he retrieved a box of tissues from a nearby dresser, placing them gently in front of you with a silent understanding.
"I... I'm nervous too,"
He admitted, his voice a low rumble that filled the room.
"This marriage... it wasn't fair of my mother to impose it upon us like this."
There was a hint of frustration in his tone, a rare display of vulnerability that caught you off guard.
"But for now, we must act as a normal couple. It's the only way to avoid suspicion."
You nodded, taking the tissues with trembling hands as you tried to wipe away the tears that stained your cheeks. The gesture was small but significant, a silent acknowledgment of the fragile truce that existed between you. As you dabbed at your cheeks, you couldn't help but notice the smudged makeup that marred your reflection in the tissue.
Seeing your distress, Katakuri's expression softened, a rare display of empathy in the midst of chaos. "You should shower and change out of your wedding dress," he suggested gently, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil of your emotions. "I'll... I'll wait outside."
"I thought we couldn't leave until... you know," you murmur, glancing towards the bed where memories of the night's events lingered like ghosts.
Katakuri groans, his frustration evident as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I forgot," he admits, before letting out a resigned sigh. His gaze returns to you, softer now, tinged with a hint of apology.
"I will wait inside the closet then. Knock three times when you are finished."
But as he starts to rise, you find yourself unable to let him leave just yet. "Wait!" you call out, your voice trembling slightly.
He pauses, turning back to you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. As you rise to your feet, legs shaking with the weight of the evening's events, you move closer to him, heart pounding in your chest.
"P-please help me with the buttons in the back," you request, your voice barely above a whisper. His gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the air between you crackles with unspoken tension.
He holds your gaze, the intensity of his stare making your heart race even faster. With a nod, he steps forward, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your wedding dress. The fabric falls away with a soft rustle, leaving you exposed and vulnerable in its wake.
You shiver at the sudden rush of cool air against your skin, his strength evident in the ease with which he undoes each button. When he's finished, you look up at him, meeting his gaze once more.
"I promise I will not touch you," he reassures you, his voice gentle yet firm. With that, he steps back, putting distance between you once more, before retreating into the walk-in closet.
Alone once more, you take a deep breath, the weight of the evening pressing down on you like a heavy cloak. But in the quiet of the room, you find a moment of solace, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.
With the now slumping dress held against your form, you rush into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a shaky hand. Locking the door provides a momentary sense of security, and you slide down onto the cool tiles, back pressed against the door.
As you sit there, the events of the evening replay in your mind like a broken record. The way Katakuri had grabbed your wrist, the fear that had gripped you, and the unexpected restraint he had shown when you stabbed him... it all whirls around in your head, leaving you feeling dizzy and confused.
You consider asking him about it, about why he didn't retaliate or even mention the wound. But the thought dies on your lips as you glance down at your now discarded dress, realizing that it's probably not the best time to bring it up.
Instead, you focus on the task at hand, turning on the shower and letting the warm water cascade over your body. It's a welcome respite from the chaos of the evening, and you take your time, letting the steam wash away the physical and emotional residue of the night.
As the water cascades down, you can't help but think about how to contact Luffy or the rest of the crew. Pudding seems like the safest option, given her past interactions with your friends. But the logistics of reaching out to her are daunting, especially with Katakuri lurking just outside the door.
Eventually, you finish your shower, wrapping yourself in a large fluffy towel. Glancing at your reflection in the fogged-up mirror, you're struck by how tired and sad you look. With a sigh, you reach for a face towel, intending to run it under cold water to reduce the puffiness around your eyes.
But as you do, you realize just how large the towel is, a stark reminder of the size and strength of your new husband. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, but you push it aside, focusing instead on getting dry and applying lotion to your body.
Once you're sufficiently covered, you peek out from under the bathroom door, listening for any signs of life in the room beyond. When you hear nothing, you slip back into the room's shadows, quietly making your way to the dresser drawers in search of clothing.
You avoid the underwear set Big Mom had insisted you wear beneath the wedding dress, opting instead to dig through the drawers until you found something. Among the array of garments, you manage to find a black bra and underwear set that fits you perfectly.
A note from Pudding accompanies the lingerie, explaining that it's the best she could do under the circumstances. You hug the note to your chest, grateful for Pudding's help, before slipping into the undergarments.
Next, you find a slip that Pudding had also left for you. Pulling it over your head, you revel in the softness of the fabric against your skin. It's a simple yet elegant piece, with delicate lace adorning the edges. As you adjust the straps, you notice how the slip drapes over your figure, accentuating your curves in a flattering way.
'Would he even like something like this? Oh my God no, I can't believe I just thought of that!'
You feel your ears begin to heat up again until you turn away from the mirror. Looking down, you're struck by the contrast between the darkness of the lingerie and the sexiness of the red slip. It's a visual representation of the conflicting emotions swirling inside you.
'This won't do.'
Still feeling vulnerable, you return to the dresser drawers, your fingers trailing over the various fabrics as you search for something to provide additional comfort. Finally, you come across a large white shirt tucked away in the back of the drawer. Pulling it on over the slip, you're enveloped in its soft embrace, the oversized fit offering a sense of security you desperately need. With each button fastened, you feel a little more grounded, a little more ready to get through the night.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you catch a small whiff of something. The scent of donuts and fire lingers on the fabric, a faint reminder of Katakuri's presence in the room. You pause, the shirt draped over your shoulders, and bring the collar up to your nose, inhaling deeply. The familiar aroma envelops you, warm and comforting, like a gentle embrace in the midst of chaos. It's a reminder that despite the circumstances, you're not entirely alone.
Closing your eyes, you allow yourself a moment of quiet reflection, focusing on the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you breathe in the calming scent. For a fleeting instant, the weight of the world lifts from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility. It's a small respite from the turmoil of the night, but one you cling to nonetheless.
With a steadying breath, you lower the collar of the shirt and let your hand fall to your side. The fabric drapes loosely around your frame, offering both physical comfort and a semblance of emotional refuge. You're still trembling, still uncertain of what lies ahead, but at this moment, wrapped in the scent of cologne and the soft embrace of the oversized shirt, you find yourself before the closet door.
"Hey, you can come out now."
There's no movement from the door. You feel confused before remembering what he had said and raising your hand to gently knock three times. Your knuckles rap lightly against the closet door, the sound echoing in the silent room. For a moment, there's no response, only the hushed murmur of your own breathing. Then, from within the closet, you hear a soft shuffle of movement, followed by the creak of hinges as the door swings open.
Katakuri steps out, his presence filling the room once more. His shirtless form is a stark contrast to the imposing figure you've come to know, his black sweatpants hanging loosely on his frame. Without his mask, his face is revealed, and you can't help but notice deep scares that adorn his face, the sharp fangs that poke out of his lips.
He meets your gaze, his expression unreadable, before his eyes flicker down to the floor, a slight flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "Sorry," he murmurs, his voice low and hesitant. "I didn't mean to make you wait."
You shake your head, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips. "It's okay," you reassure him, your voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm ready now."
With a nod, Katakuri steps aside, allowing you to pass him and make your way back into the bedroom. The scent of mochi lingers in the air, a comforting reminder of his presence beside you. As you settle back onto the bed, the oversized shirt enveloping you in its warmth, you can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected kindness of your new husband.
"Thank you," you murmur softly, offering a grateful nod as you settle back onto the dresser, the oversized shirt providing a comforting shield against the lingering tension in the room. But as you find yourself propped on the wood surface, a lingering ache in your wrist prompts a question you can't ignore.
"Katakuri," you begin tentatively, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and concern, "about your wrist... I'm sorry if I hurt you earlier."
His brows furrow slightly at your words, a hint of surprise crossing his features before he sighs, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's alright," he assures you gently, his tone carrying a sense of understanding. "I knew you'd be asking about that next. And I'm sorry for tugging you so harshly and for any other discomfort, I may have caused you. When I entered and didn't see you, I assumed they were going to send you in after me shortly."
You take in his apology, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding. It's a response you hadn't expected, one that speaks volumes about his character. In the dim light of the room, you can see the sincerity in his eyes, a quiet reassurance in his presence.
"Thank you," you reply softly, offering him a small nod. "I appreciate your understanding."
He meets your gaze, a silent acknowledgment passing between you before he nods, a small gesture of reassurance. But before the silence settles between you, another question tugs at your thoughts, one that you can't ignore any longer.
"Katakuri," you begin, your voice hesitant as you broach the topic, "about your stab wound... How did you...?"
His expression softens as he meets your gaze, a knowing glint in his eyes. "I figured you'd asking about that next," he admits with a faint chuckle, his tone laced with amusement. "My Devil Fruit powers allow me to manipulate mochi, shaping it into various forms and even extending my limbs. When you stabbed my wrist, it was made of mochi, so it didn't hurt as much as you might think."
You listen intently as he explains, feeling a sense of awe at the revelation of his abilities. It's a reminder of the world you've been thrust into, one filled with wonders and dangers alike. But in that moment, as you sit together in the quiet of the room, you find a sense of comfort in the genuine conversation between you.
As the conversation unfolds, your curiosity drifts to the scars that adorn Katakuri's mouth, the faint lines drawing your attention.
"Katakuri," you inquire softly, your voice filled with genuine interest, "what happened to your mouth? Those scars... they look like they've seen their fair share of battles."
His expression shifts slightly at your question, a hint of hesitation crossing his features before he offers a faint smile. "Ah, these scars," he begins, his voice tinged with a mixture of nostalgia and vulnerability. "They're... a remainder of a childhood mishap, you could say."
You sense his reluctance to delve deeper into the topic, a subtle tension underlying his words. "I got them when I was young," he continues, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.
"An accident involving... donuts."
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, a hint of amusement creeping into your expression despite the seriousness of the moment. "Donuts?" you repeat, unable to suppress a small chuckle.
Katakuri nods, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he looks . "Yes, donuts," he confirms, his tone slightly sheepish. "I... stretched my mouth open too wide while eating them, and... well, the rest is history."
You can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him, realizing the vulnerability he must feel about the scars. "I'm sorry," you offer softly, your voice filled with genuine empathy. "It must have been difficult for you."
He meets your gaze with a grateful nod, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. "Thank you," he murmurs, his tone sincere.
"It's... not something I talk about often."
You nod in understanding, sensing the weight of his words as you sit together in the quiet of the room. At that moment, you find yourself grateful for the opportunity to learn more about the man behind the mask, scars, and all.
As the conversation winds down, Katakuri glances at the clock on the wall, noting the lateness of the hour. "It's getting late," he remarks, his voice gentle but firm. "You should get some sleep."
At his words, a wave of panic washes over you, the prospect of sleeping in the same bed with him filling you with dread. Katakuri notices the sudden change in your demeanor, his brows furrowing in concern. "Is something wrong?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours.
You hesitate, unsure of how to voice your fear. But before you can respond, he speaks again, his tone reassuring. "I could sleep in the closet," he offers, his voice calm but resolute. "You can have the bed to yourself."
Relief floods through you at his words, gratitude mingling with the lingering fear in your heart. "Thank you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
With a nod, Katakuri moves to the bed, but you find yourself unable to follow. The fear still grips you, holding you back from taking that step. Sensing your hesitation, Katakuri pauses, his gaze softening as he turns back to you.
"What's wrong?" he inquires gently, his eyes filled with understanding.
You take a deep breath, summoning the courage to voice your feelings. "I'm... afraid," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion.
"I don't think I can..."
Katakuri considers your words for a moment, his expression thoughtful. Then, with a decisive nod, he moves to the bed, swiftly stripping it of all its coverings. "We'll make a makeshift bed on the floor," he decides, his voice calm but determined.
You watch in silence as he gathers extra pillows and blankets from the closet, his movements efficient yet gentle. When he returns, he offers you a choice of designs for the blanket, a small gesture of kindness that touches your heart.
With a grateful nod, you select a donut design, your fingers trembling slightly as you take the blanket from him. Together, you create a makeshift bed on the floor, arranging the pillows and blankets until they form a comfortable nest.
Katakuri finishes arranging the makeshift bed with a satisfied smile, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Alright, this should do it. I used to do the same for my siblings when they were younger," he remarks, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Turning to you, he waits for your response.
As he mentions returning to the closet, you remember his earlier promise not to touch you, a gesture of respect and consideration that doesn't go unnoticed. You meet his gaze, silently contemplating his offer.
After a moment of thought, you shake your head slightly. "I wouldn't mind if you slept on the opposite end of the pillow fort," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
A small smile graces Katakuri's lips at your suggestion. "Alright," he replies, his tone warm and accepting. With a nod, he settles down on the opposite end of the makeshift bed, giving you a comfortable distance.
The room falls into a hushed darkness as Katakuri dims the lights, casting soft shadows across the walls. You watch him settle onto his side of the makeshift bed, his movements deliberate and controlled. With a quiet sigh, you follow suit, curling up on your side, facing away from him.
As you lie there in the stillness of the room, you try to quiet your mind, to let the events of the day fade into the background. But try as you might, sleep eludes you. Your thoughts drift back to the chaotic events that led you here, to this unfamiliar room in a mansion far from home.
You remember the fear and desperation, the overwhelming sense of helplessness as you found yourself trapped in a nightmare not of your making. The tears come unbidden, silently slipping down your cheeks as you relive the terror of facing a future filled with uncertainty.
Each sob threatens to unravel the fragile calm you've managed to hold onto, leaving you feeling raw and exposed. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing the tears to stop, but they keep coming, a relentless torrent of emotion that refuses to be contained.
The weight of the day's events bears down on you, pressing against your chest like a heavy burden. Your breath becomes shallow and uneven, your heart pounding in your ears as you struggle to find a moment's respite from the turmoil raging within.
You turn onto your back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling utterly alone in the darkness. The quiet of the room is suffocating, the absence of noise amplifying the cacophony of thoughts swirling in your mind.
You try to focus on your breathing, to find some semblance of calm amidst the storm raging within you. But each inhale feels strained, each exhale a release of pent-up tension that only seems to fuel your restlessness.
You toss and turn, shifting from one position to another, but no matter how hard you try, sleep remains elusive. The hours drag on, stretching into eternity, and still, you lie there, trapped in the prison of your own thoughts.
And as the first light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting a pale glow across the room, you realize with a sinking heart that sleep will not come this night.
You feel a presence, and you turn over to find Katakuri looking at you with concern etched across his features. His eyes are soft, a stark contrast to the imposing figure you've come to know. In that moment, you realize he's not just a fearsome pirate, but also a man burdened with his own worries and doubts.
He sees the tears glistening on your cheeks and without a word, he rises from the makeshift bed and retrieves more tissues, sliding them over to you with a quiet understanding. You meet his gaze, studying the lines of tension in his brow, the slight furrow of his brow that speaks volumes of his concern.
It occurs to you then, that he's not unaffected by the events of the night. Beneath his stoic exterior lies a vulnerability you hadn't noticed before, a vulnerability mirrored in your own trembling hands and tear-streaked face.
"Katakuri," you whisper, his name a lifeline in the darkness. He stands at attention, his posture rigid with anticipation. You pause, unsure of what to say, but knowing that you need to say something, anything to bridge the gap between you.
You feel your heart reach out to him, a silent acknowledgment of the shared struggle you both face. He meets your gaze, his eyes searching yours for reassurance, for solace. And in that moment, you see him not as an enemy, but as someone who, like you, is grappling with the weight of their own emotions.
"I... I just want to thank you," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper. "For... for being here. For... for helping me."
His expression softens, a flicker of understanding passing between you.
"You are most welcome."
You glance once more at the bed, then decisively grab the donut blanket and climb on top of it. Katakuri watches you, a mixture of confusion and concern evident in his expression as you make your move.
Scooting back into the bed, you pat the space where you were just sitting, silently inviting him to join you. He stares at the spot for a long moment, his brow furrowed with contemplation, before finally taking a seat beside you.
Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you turn to him, your voice soft but determined. "If you would accept," you begin, meeting his gaze head-on, "I will give you permission to sleep next to me and touch me, but only for comfort and if you consent to do so. I do not wish to consummate our marriage."
There's a vulnerability in your words, a raw honesty that lays bare your fears and desires. Katakuri's expression softens as he processes your words, his eyes searching yours for a moment before a myriad of emotions flickers across his face.
Finally, he nods, a solemn acceptance of your terms. "I understand," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I accept your conditions."
Relief floods through you, mingling with the lingering apprehension. Tentatively, you reach out to him, your voice trembling slightly as you continue, "But I do need a hug and would like one from you."
His gaze softens further, and without a word, he pulls you into his arms, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. In that moment, as you rest against his chest, you feel a sense of connection and understanding.
As Katakuri's arms wrap around you, you can feel the steady, rhythmic beating of his heart beneath his chest. His warmth seeps into you, a soothing balm against the cold dread that's settled in your bones. His muscles are tense at first, a reflection of his own uncertainty, but as you gently pat his shoulder, he begins to relax, the rigidity in his frame easing with each tender touch.
"May I pet your hair?" he asks softly, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room.
You nod against his chest, your consent a whisper in the stillness. His fingers thread through your hair with a careful touch, the sensation both comforting and intimate.
The knots in your chest and the tangled web of thoughts in your mind start to melt away as his gentle ministrations continue. His scent—a unique blend of mochi, donuts, and a hint of campfire smoke—envelops you, grounding you in the present moment and gradually clearing the fog of your anxieties.
You nuzzle into him softly, feeling a newfound sense of safety in his embrace. An idea forms in your mind, a way to comfort him in return.
"May I touch your cheek?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
There's a moment of silence, a pause that stretches on until he finally answers quietly, "Yes."
Slowly, you raise your hand to his cheek, your fingers trembling slightly. As you let your fingers trace over his scar, you can feel the texture of the healed skin, and the vulnerability he rarely shows. His eyes close briefly, and you sense the tension in him easing further, your touch a silent offering of understanding and acceptance.
Katakuri leans into your touch, the warmth of your palm against his scarred cheek seeming to provide him with a sense of comfort and solace. His eyes flutter closed, and you can feel the last remnants of tension drain from his body. The rhythmic motion of his fingers in your hair slows, his breath becoming deeper and more even.
Before you know it, he's fallen asleep, his head resting gently against your hand. The sight of him, so vulnerable and at peace, tugs at your heartstrings. The steady rise and fall of his chest, and the softness of his expression, make you realize how exhausting this day has been for both of you.
You let your hand linger on his cheek for a moment longer, taking in the tranquility of the scene. His steady heartbeat beneath your touch, the warmth of his body, and the faint scent of mochi and campfire smoke create a cocoon of calm around you. For the first time since this ordeal began, you feel a glimmer of hope.
As you nuzzle into him, you close your eyes, letting the security of his presence lull you into a gentle sleep. Wrapped in the warmth of each other's embrace, the world outside fades away, leaving only the quiet promise of a new beginning in its wake.
You're both in this together, navigating the uncertainties of your situation as a team.
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Burning Hearts Chapter 18
Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!
Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?
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MINORS DNI 18+
Burning Hearts Chapter 18: Interruptus
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The days grew darker and colder as you approached the one year mark of being a “captive” of the Heart Pirates. As your mentorship with Law evolved into something more than just a student/teacher relationship, you yearned to feel his body closer to you. As intimate as you grew with Law, you had still yet to fully consummate your union.
It was always something.
It was like the gods themselves were stopping the two of you from taking it all the way. It was either one of you wan’t in the right mental state for it, too nervous or anxious, and when you were both feeling hot and bothered, something got in the way.
First, it was the time in the forest…
One chilly late-fall morning, you were finishing your training session with Law in the woods and you couldn’t help but turn it into an exhibitionistic make-out session. It all started when you had him pinned against the cool earth, your blades just millimeters from his heaving chest, and your black wings looming over the both of you.
His face was sweaty, chin tilted up slightly to avoid the edge of your blades… gods he looked so beautiful underneath you… you gave in to your urges and dropped your swords and gripped his face before smashing your lips on his. He sighed heavily before letting his own sword clatter to the ground so he could grip the back of your head. The kiss was needy, wet, and desperate. You had such little alone time that you couldn’t help but break your rule of never acting like lovers (or whatever he considered you to be to him) during your training sessions. You were both pent up, he could forgive you for breaking the rule just this once…
You hummed into Law’s mouth as he used his free hand to grind your hips down onto his. He smirked at your pleased reaction.
*bdbbbtbb bddbbbtbbb*
The sound of a snail ringing shattered the serenity of the forest clearing.
“Shit.” Law pulls back from you and sighs.
“Don’t answer it…” You purr into the column of his throat as you place wet kisses along it.
“No I have to get it-“
“Please honey, they can wait…” You plead as you toy at the collar of his shirt and nip at his exposed collarbones
“No I’m getting it-“ Law says as he wrestles his snail out of his coat pocket and picks up.
*click*
“What?!” Law answers, angrily. You lean back on his lap and roll your eyes. You could have sworn you saw the snail in his hand wince.
Penguin’s voice came through the speaker.
“Hey are you still with D? Can you ask her if you’re supposed to wash the whites on hot or cold. I can never remember.”
“YOU CALLED ME OVER LAUNDRY?!” Law shrieks at the snail, blowing its eyes back.
“Yeah you said if we had any emergencies we could call.” Penguin states on the other line.
“Laundry is an emergency?!” You watched as Law grew redder and redder.
“I dunno, I thought so.”
“When I get back I swear to-“ Law seethes but you interrupt him.
“Hot if it’s towels and sheets, cold if it’s clothes.” You pipe up.
“Hey thanks! See you guys back here soon!” Penguin’s dopey smile is evident through the phone. The line clicks. Law sighs and throws his head back against the ground.
“You’re probably not in the mood anymore, huh.” Law gives you a defeated smile from underneath you.
“No… not really. Plus, there’s a hill of fire ants like, 2 feet from your head.” You say calmly.
“WHERE?” Law jumps up with you on top of him and you take to the air. You laugh as you fly back to the base, leaving Law with a hat full of ants.
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Then there was the girls night you forgot about.
A quiet Saturday evening at the base resulted in Law offering to bring some Sora comics over to your room so he could read them to you. Comic books weren’t really your thing, but you saw the faint sparkle in Law’s eyes when he pitched the date idea to you. It was so sweet, so vulnerable… you couldn’t say no.
So here you were, laid up on your pillows against the headboard. Law laid on his back too, his head and shoulders resting in between your torso and arm. You stroked his shoulder as he settled his head against your chest. He held up each comic so the two of you could see and he explained and read each panel in detail. You hmm’d and made other interested remarks as he fanboyed over his favorite series.
“Well that’s the last one I brought. Maybe later next week I could bring a few more over-“ Law caught himself rambling. “I mean, if you’re interested.”
“I’d love that, it’s a date.” You smiled as you leaned to kiss the top of his head.
Law sets his cherished comic books on your bedside table before climbing on top of you.
“Oh, can I help you, Mr Trafalgar?” You coo up at him with a smile as he hovers over you, his lips barely ghosting over yours, teasing you.
“I think you can…” Law smirks against your lips gently. He snakes his hand to your thigh, lifting up the big tee shirt you were wearing and then spreading your legs. He gently cups your mound over your panties and you hum in approval. Law feels your wet heat through the cotton fabric. “You definitely can…”
Before Law’s lips can finally envelope yours the way you’re craving, you hear a loud THUMP against your bedroom door.
“Bitch why is your door locked? You flickin’ the bean or something? Come on, it’s girls night!” Ikkaku shouts from the other side of your metal door.
Law’s eyes shoot up to meet yours again, this time in a panicked expression.
“Shit I forgot it was Saturday!” You whisper to Law.
“Fuck, I gotta get out of here…” Law says quietly before sheathing the room in blue.
It wasn’t more than a second before the weight on top of your body was lifted and you were alone in your room. You take a second to catch your breath and pull your tee shirt back down past your thighs before standing up to unlock the door.
“Sorry, sorry! I totally forgot! I lost track of time…” You apologize as you open the door. “You know how it is.”
“Yeah yeah whatever, I found this bottle of tequila under Shachi’s bed… let’s hope they didn’t backwash in it too badly…” Ikkaku says as she strolls into your room and flops onto your bed, bottle of liquor in hand. “Holy shit he was just here.”
“What?” You spin around as you close the door behind her.
“Law. He was totally just here. Oh my god I just cock blocked you!” Ikkaku’s expression was a strange mixture of sympathy and amusement.
“I-I don’t… how???” You stutter out.
“There’s comic books on your nightstand and it smells like stale coffee in here.” Ikkaku cocks her head at you knowingly. “You two were just in here making out, I banged on the door, and he freaked out over anyone knowing about the two of you so he ‘room’ed himself back to his office. Am I right?”
You sigh.
“You’re not wrong.” You hop onto the bed across from your friend and grab the tequila bottle from her hand. You pop the cork off and take a swig. The clear liquid burns the back of your throat, but it soothes the feeling of embarrassment of being clocked so harshly and the annoyance of having Law’s touch ripped away from you again.
“Damn… sorry, girl…” Ikkaku pats her hand on your knee. “Well! We’re here now, so drink up!” She tries to lighten your mood and tip the end of the bottle upwards in your hand.
“Guess so!” You smirk and take another swig.
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THEN there was the time in the kitchen…
You were walking past the galley with your laundry basket on your hip when you noticed Law standing at the counter alone, eating an orange and facing away from you. You change your course and enter the kitchen.
“I thought I’d only have to deal with the perverts on my own crew stealing my underwear… but here I am missing some again. Any chance you’d know anything about that?” You say teasingly as you set your laundry basket on the kitchen island counter.
Law turns around with his brows furrowed.
“You have crew mates who take your underwear?” Law says with a slight twinge of annoyance in his voice.
“Just the cook and a 90 year old reanimated skeleton.” You remark casually.
Law’s expression becomes even more puzzled as he tries to make sense of your comment.
“But what would the skeleton even-?” Law questions as you press your body against his and wrap your hands around his neck.
“I don’t question it, just like I’ve let you steal them for almost a year now…” You smirk and play with the hair at the back of his neck.
“Y-you don’t care that I’ve had them?” Law says quietly, looking at the door making sure it was closed and no one was coming by. “I wanted to bring them back I just didn’t know how to-“
You stand on your toes and press a tender kiss to his blathering lips.
“It’s ok honey…” You say as you pull back. “It’s kind of hot..” You smirk.
“Y-you think?” Law whispers into your lips.
“Mhmm…” you affirm as you kiss him again, fingertips still tickling the back of his scalp.
Law’s demeanor shifts from embarrassed to cockiness as he grips your ass firmly with both hands and hikes you up into his arms.
“Well in that case, I think we should take this to my office…” Law smiles and kisses you firmly, gripping your butt tightly.
Before you had a chance to respond you were dropped swiftly and your tailbone met the cold metal floor with a thud.
“What the fuck, dude?” You ask as you regain your clarity.
“Hey is anyone making dinner tonight? Woah, Daisy why are you on the floor like that? Are you okay?” Shachi rips open the door to the galley and bursts in.
“She tripped. You know how she is.” Law hurriedly pulls you to your feet before immediately breaking physical contact.
You rise to your feet and dust yourself off.
“Hah hah, yep! Clumsy me!” You feign a laugh.
“Damn, captain you should really check her out. She’s like, always falling all over the place. Maybe she’s got like, some inner ear issue or something? Or maybe those scaly dragon wings mess with her balance…”
“I will keep that in mind, Shachi.” Law says stoically.
“Yeah, another time for that examination then, I think.” You huff as you slide out of the kitchen and back to your room.
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The time in his office was different… You didn’t wait for him to return.
You had finally had enough of the tension. You wanted Law. Law wanted you. You had both made it very clear. It was time you stopped waiting for the perfect moment and make the moment yourself.
You took a long shower, taking care to wash your hair and shave to your liking. You applied lotion and perfume and let your hair dry naturally, the way that Law liked. After your shower you threw on a soft black robe and headed straight for Law’s office. It was late enough that no one else would be walking the halls.
You knocked twice to no response. You waited.
Nothing.
You knocked twice again.
Nothing.
You tried the doorknob. It clicked open.
“I should’t be doing this…” You whisper to yourself before pushing the door open. You peek your head inside and look around. The entire office was dark, including his adjoining bedroom, the only light on was the one on his desk. You were drawn to it.
“Law?” You call out into the room as you step in. You close the door behind you.
You walk to the archway leading into the bedroom. His queen sized bed was unmade, but unoccupied. You turn back to his empty office and start to move towards his desk. You sidle up next to his desk, curious as to what he was working on.
What catches your eye is a large, marked out map spread across Law’s desktop. You see large buildings on the map circled and marked with their entry and exit points. This was an island you’ve never seen before…. Flower fields marked several terraces of the layered land and cobblestones streets ran like veins across the map.
Your fingers finally reach the corner of the paper.
“Dressrosa…” You whisper as you glide your hand across the title of the map.
“Oh my god…” You pull your hands to your mouth and gasp. This was an attack strategy. Law was leaving his crew for a solo mission.
Law was planning to kill Doflamingo.
“No… he can’t…” You back away slowly from the desk, your hands still to your mouth.
With the shock of this realization you sprinted from Law’s office, down the dimly lit hallway back to your room. You swung your door open and threw yourself under your covers, breathing heavily as you tried to put yourself to sleep. How could you go on knowing Law was planning a suicide mission?
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**AN- HEY YALL Sorry this took so long! I think the big THING will happen next chapter, will probably be out Sunday? Thank you for being so patient and reading the series! LOVE YOU!**
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nether regions
zoro x reader
plot: you just can't help but check him out when he's got a towel hanging low on his waist
*takes place in the co-ed baths in wano*
The steamy air was thick with the scent of natural minerals and the soft murmurs of the patrons unwinding after a long day. You catch your breath as you get a glimpse of a familiar sight.
Zoro's rugged silhouette cuts through the mist, drawing your gaze. The soft, billowing steam does little to obscure his imposing figure, clad in only a low-set towel.
You watched him stride in the area, his muscles taut beneath the fabric. His presence alone commanded attention. You could see the confidence etched in the lines of his face. With each step he took, the steam parted around him and the fabric of the towel shifted, accentuating the contours of his muscular physique. You were hoping a mysterious wind would come and carry it away.
You could use the towel as a metaphor. That it was a testament to the strength and vitality that lay within him...
Nah, fuck all that.
He was just hot as hell.
And if anything, the way the towel clung to his waist hinted at the strength beneath.
Your eyes were telling you to blink but you couldn't. Gotta make sure you don't miss nothin'. It was such a simple garment yet it had the power to send your pulse racing and skin tingling with anticipation.
His mouth began to move but you couldn't hear a word he was saying. To be fair, he wasn’t even looking at you to begin with.
Puzzled by your lack of response, he turned to face you and his eye contact snapped you out of your reverie. You managed a smile, cheeks flushing slightly. "Sorry, I was just...thinking." you replied, though it was clear that you had been too distracted to comprehend his words.
"Lost in thought, huh?"
"Something like that."
Zoro, despite is usual aloofness, was ever perceptive. He noticed your flushed cheeks and the lust in your eyes. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"You should relax." his voice carrying its usual gruffness. "Enjoy the bath."
"Oh I will." you promised.
You're no better than a man.
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Title: You’re Coming Home with Me
(Doflamingo x GN!Reader quickie inspired by the images at bottom of post.)
There was blood on your knees. You knew you couldn’t take another hit like that, clutching your stomach as you tried to refill your lungs. Why did you ever think you were strong enough to make a difference in this alliance?
The people of Dressrosa were as good as dead now. And you along with them if you didn’t do something desperate. If you could just get up and run…maybe Law or any of the Straw Hats would still hear you. You could warn them. This plan had to change, you needed time to regroup. He wasn’t just a warlord. He was a goddamn monster.
And just as you thought that, just as you were somehow finding the will to get up again, that long shadow cast across you. That and the fucking laugh which accompanied it. As if all your pain and struggle were still for his entertainment alone.
A pretty new toy on his strings.
“Care to try that move again, little bird?”
And you couldn’t even fight back this time. He was already there and he knew your haki was drained by now. Maybe it would be over quickly. As he reached down, you thought about how you’d get the privilege of hearing your own neck snap.
But he grinned instead. Something more that he wanted from you in response to your resigned expression.
“Oh? You thought we were already done?” And that large hand was around your throat regardless, but lifting you back to your feet as if you truly weighed nothing to him. “No…not yet at least. This is the most fun I’ve had today, darling.”
And then you were being dragged. Your boot heels scraping ruts in the dirt amongst the rubble. He looked to the side, ignoring your reflexive sounds of pain. His officers were there awaiting his next command. “Tell me when those other brats show their faces again. I’ll be at the palace unwinding for a bit.” And at that he did stare down directly at you again, those blood red lenses glinting in the warm sunlight.
“You’re going to get one chance to make this up to me. So let’s see if you can at least make a better pet than you do a king killer.”
And you were in the air seconds after. Just a wounded animal snatched up by this freakish bird of prey. The predator was chuckling again too, almost mirthfully now with his arm tight around your waist. For all your effort, for all your planning, those sacrifices now meant nothing. All you’d done was given him a new plaything for his nest. One he could now feed upon at his sadistic leisure.
Image sequence yoinked from the facebook group ‘Moon Piece Vegaposting: The Flood is Real’ (name changes monthly 🤣) and the lovely admin Eli who is also a Donquixote family stan. Go follow his group. 🦩
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Sanji
Characters: Sanji (One Piece), Roronoa Zoro, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, MerMay, Prince Sanji (One Piece), Merman Roronoa Zoro, Sea Monster Roronoa Zoro, Inspired by The Little Mermaid (Disney Movies), but very loosely, almost an inverse tbh, Muteness, Sanji earns his monsterfucker licsense, although the fic is rated G
Summary:
Prince Sanji falls in love with a sea monster lurking off of Baratie's shores, and is determined to prove he means them no harm. When he finds a shipwrecked sailor, he also finds an ally in his quest - and perhaps something more.
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Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]
🔞 Minors DNI 🔞
A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.
CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.
Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1
Chapter 24 - Unmasked
~IT'S TIIIIIIIMEEEE~
WC: ~3.5k
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You giggled like a schoolgirl as Killer dropped you on to his bed, making you bounce slightly against the mattress. He knelt at the edge to remove his mask, shirt and shoes, before removing each of your heels as you removed your own mask, kissing each of your ankles in turn and making you giggle even more. His sling was also discarded, exposing the clean bandage wrapped around his forearm, reminding you of his bravery in protecting you. He climbed on to the bed to hover over you, diving in to press his eager mouth against yours. You both moaned at the contact, your hands immediately finding purchase in his hair as you held him to you. The kisses you'd shared since the island had been soft, tender and experimental. This one was rougher, full of fire and pent up passions as your thighs spread for him and his center ground against yours. His tongue ran over the seam of your mouth to beg entrance, and you parted your lips for him, moaning into his mouth at the first real taste of him you'd had since returning from the island. He grunted as he pressed harder against you, before pulling away and letting you take a much needed sharp breath.
He didn't wait for you to finish catching air, his mouth trailing down your jaw to your neck, where he marked you with nips and harsh sucks of your skin, always running his tongue over the affected spot to soothe before moving to the next. Your back ached to lift your ass away from the mattress as he slid his hands up your thighs, forcing your satin dress up your form till he could pull it over your head. His tongue found a breast while his hand found the other, licking and kissing and fondling whatever he could.
“You're filling out you know, and it's driving me fucking mad, especially with your lack of bra tonight,” he looked up at you as he took a breast in his mouth, running his tongue over your pert nipple before letting it go with a pop. “Here too,” he kissed his way down to where your tummy had become malleable and rounded in your time on the ship, “you're so soft and beautiful, I wanna eat you up” he took a playful bite at your stomach and you squealed cheerfully.
It was true that you were no longer the bag of bones you'd been when they found you. The island and your capture had slowed progress, but you'd begun to develop a pleasant layer of fat over your entire body, your breasts now large enough to properly hold and your thighs plush and biteable. Your belly was quickly growing, and you were glad a shop assistant had the foresight to make you buy clothes a few sizes too big, because now they were definitely coming in handy. Before being discarded by the marines, you would have felt self conscious about anyone commenting on you getting heavier, but in this case it made you beam with pride, overjoyed that you were in a place where you were capable of putting on weight. It drove Killer crazy to know his cooking had helped with that, to hide your once visible ribs and make your complexion glow with good health. Strangers no longer looked at you like you were a pity project, your well hidden scars now the only evidence of your abuse.
Killer tugged at your panties and you raised again so he could slide them down your legs and throw them to the floor. His hands wrapped under and around your thighs as he continued to kiss down your front, breezing over your needy slit before nipping at your thighs. Your fingers wove through his hair and pulled desperately at it. “Kil, please~” you whined. He smirked up at you before finally burying his tongue between your folds and flicking your clit with it, pulling a long, deep groan from you as he sucked and licked it.
One of his hands reached up, running over your soft abdomen before groping at a breast, rubbing a nipple between his fingertips. His other hand came to your dripping hole, teasing your entrance before slipping a finger inside you. You pulled hard on his hair and let out a pained yelp, and he quickly pulled away.
“What happened?” He panted, “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
There was a tear trailing down your cheek and he climbed back over you, falling to your side as he took your face in his hands and wiped the tear with his thumb. “Did you get injured today? What happened?”
“It's my fault,” you sniffed, “Mohawk I said I needed to wait six weeks after… after he had to stitch me. It's only been three, I thought I was feeling okay but I guess I got ahead of myself”
“Oh, oh,” Killer pulled you close to his chest, understanding now why you had been in pain, “sorry, I should have asked”
“It's not your fault, I would have said yes if you'd asked anyway, it's karma for ignoring the doctor,” you sighed, “are you mad? I didn't mean to lead you on…”
“Hush, everything is okay,” he replied softly, “I'll never be mad at you for saying no to me, I'm just happy you felt comfortable enough to get this far at all”
“I really missed you, Kil,” you hummed against his chest as he stroked your back. “I missed this, and the time we've been spending together lately has been so nice”
“Mmm, I agree,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “I thought, when you cried out, that you were maybe… maybe scared. Because of what happened”
“I don't think I could ever be scared of you, Kil,” you tilted your head to look at him, his blue eyes coming down to meet yours, searching for any hint of uncertainty. “In truth, with all the time we've been spending together, I've kinda forgotten about it. It all feels like a bit of a blur when I'm around you, you make me too happy to let those dark feelings in''
“I feel the same, about the things I'd rather forget,” he stroked your cheek gently and tucked your loose lavender strands behind your ear, “I feel lighter around you”
“Do you think maybe… you'll talk to me soon? About the… illness?” You asked carefully.
“The manic episodes?” He replied easily, “I haven't had one since I started on the meds. I've been feeling a lot better” He wiggled out of your hold to sit up against the headboard, and you snuggled back against his side. “When I was a kid I started to not like my smile or my laugh, and I was bullied a lot about it. At some point it started to consume me, but Kid and I had a friend, Victoria, who always soothed me when I was at my lowest. She knew best how to build my ego back up and get me past it, and at some point Kid and I both realised we were in love with her. You would have liked her, I think. She took no shit from anyone and wasn't afraid to put us in our place when we pissed her off, but she had a gentle side to her as well, and she was always making us laugh.”
“How did she die?” You asked. Killer let out a sad sigh, and you immediately regretted asking. “Sorry, I didn't mean to pry, you were already doing so well opening up on your own”
“No, it's okay,” he forced a smile for you. That in itself told you how much he was ready to trust you with this, given how much he hated his smile. “I want to tell you everything, I want to let you in properly. It's just hard to talk about her”
“I understand,” you whispered, “you don't have to tell me right now if you don't want to”
“No, I want to,” he replied, taking a deep breath, “Our island was controlled by four gangs. Kid and I controlled one, Heat and Wire each controlled their own. The last was responsible for her death, and we ended up making an alliance with Heat and Wire's gangs to take down the rival gang responsible for it. At some point Heat and Wire became our friends, and we decided our island was too small for our goals and we set out to sail together”
“That's nice, that they helped you take them down,” you mused, “and that the ship was named after her. I never took Heat or Wire as leaders though, they're so loyal to Kid”
“He's the kind of man that makes you want to fall in line,” Killer hummed, “we all want him to achieve his dream”
“Mmm, I get it,” you pressed your head back into Killer's chest and the arm he had wrapped around you stroked your arm tenderly. You may have joined the crew for selfish reasons and self preservation, but Kid had really grown on you. You, too, wanted to see him become King of the Pirates.
“The episodes started at some point after she died,” he continued, “I get these… waves of rage, and they manifest in a laughter I can't control. Kid could only do so much, so he made me the mask because it seemed like reflections were a trigger. It helped, and I hadn't had a episode in a long time before the island, but when I… heard you with Heat I just… broke.”
“With Heat?” You thought hard, trying to think of what he could have heard, before coming to a stark realisation, springing up to kneel next to him so you could look him in the eye properly, “oh Kil I'm so sorry, I wasn't in the right headspace when we got back, I was hurt and angry and I just wanted to lash out and I made a mistake”
“Don't apologise, I understand,” Killer sighed, “Heat is a comfort for you, you needed comfort”
“If it makes you feel better, I didn't even finish,” you admitted, sitting on your feet and idly playing with his hand, threading your fingers through his.
“You didn't?” He raised his brow at the admission.
“It's embarrassing,” you shied away, “I cried and told him he wasn't you. Poor guy was still inside me”
Killer snorted a laugh and you looked up at him questioningly. “Fuck, no wonder the other's were so frustrated with us, we're fucking idiots”
You laughed too at the realisation, collapsing back into his arms as you both laughed. It was his real laugh, and your heart warmed hearing it and knowing how deeply he trusted you.
“We really are bad at this huh?” You wheezed as the laughing settled, “I love you though, Kil. I'm sorry for being so stubborn”
“Me too,” he laid back down and pulled you with him, twisting his still jean covered legs with yours. “I know I can be a stubborn fool, but I'm happy you found your way back to me. I love you, so much”
“Mmm,” you nuzzled your head against his chest, “I don't love those jeans though, why am I the only one naked here?”
Killer huffed at you but smiled nonetheless, slipping out of the bed to strip his clothes before sliding under the covers, holding them open for you to join him. You revelled in the bare skin to skin as he enveloped you in his warmth and twisted his legs back with yours, making a satisfied hum as your breasts pressed against his bare chest. You couldn't help but kiss him again, running your hands around his neck and threading one through his hair as he held you close to him. His erection was quickly growing again, caught between your abdomens, and you ground against his thigh in newfound need. Just because you were out of commission didn't mean you weren't still unbearably horny. He groaned as you rubbed your centre against him, flexing his thigh muscles to allow for more friction as you moaned and rolled your hips more desperately. Your motions were rubbing his cock against your soft belly and he groaned at his own need for friction, pulling your hips tight and guiding your movements to continue as his fingertips sunk into your skin.
“Kil~” you moaned between hot, wet kisses, “it feels good”
“It feels good for me too,” he groaned, “keep going, fuck, use my thigh princess”
You rolled fast against him, the kisses growing messy and failing as you both resigned to just burying your heads in each other's necks, lost to your desires, your coils both building quickly after two painful months of hungering for each other's touch.
“Kil, I'm close,” you whined into his shoulder. Your slick was coating his thigh and assisting in your motions as his precum lubricated your stomach, Killer making short thrusts to meet your rolls as he desperately chased his orgasm. The grunts he was making almost directly in your ear were making you feel high as your coil finally snapped, and you whimpered as you shook in his arms. He made a low, long groan as he spilled out over your stomach, stilling and holding you tight against him as he shook from the intense climax.
You blearily found his lips again, sighing into his mouth as he kissed you softly, running a hand up your back in a soothing manner. He held your face in his hands and kissed your cheek, before sliding out of the bed and going to his bathroom. He returned with a warm, damp cloth and cleaned you up, before cleaning himself and discarding the cloth. He slid back into the bed and laid on his back, a hand behind his head as he smiled up at the ceiling. You curled up next to him, running a finger through his soft blond chest hair before finally resting against him.
“That was nice,” you hummed, before letting out a little satisfied yawn. Your yawn caught as he followed suit, rolling towards you to intertwine again as you had been before. He wanted as much of your warm skin against his as possible, you weren't about to protest. You sleepily nuzzled against his chest and soon you were both snoring away happily.
You were grateful to be spending the night in his arms as the weather picked up again, the ship rocking violently from side to side through the night. You no doubt would have been thrown, as you had the night before the island, if not for his strong arms keeping you in place. Items were being thrown around the room, and you were glad again that you were in his room and not yours. Something told you being in a room with several small, metal animal sculptures being flung around would not make for a good night of sleep. You could hear both of your masks rolling back and forth on the floor as the ship shifted, it was almost like they were playing together, or perhaps having their own roll around. Maybe you'd wake up tomorrow to find a tiny hybrid of both of your masks.
Regardless of Killer's firm hold on you though, you found yourself growing nauseous at the constant movement. You were no stranger to ships during a storm, but perhaps you ate something undercooked last night, it had been hastily prepared after all. Or maybe you just drank too much, both likely scenarios. Either way, the second you woke up properly you found yourself clawing your way out of Killer's arms and running to his bathroom, emptying your stomach somewhat violently in his toilet. Killer quietly knelt behind you, woken by your sudden fleeing, and pulled your hair out of your face while you continued to throw up.
After what felt like an age you finally felt like there was nothing left to bring up, and you collapsed against Killer, a palm pressed to your aching head.
“You okay?” He asked softly, rubbing your arms. Both of you were still naked on the bathroom floor but it didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable.
“Yeah, sorry, drank too much last night I think,” you groaned, taking one of his hands and holding it over your shoulder. “Sorry for waking you”
“It's fine, do you need anything?” He squeezed your hand reassuringly.
“I gotta brush my teeth, maybe a shower,” you replied, trying to stand. He helped you to your feet before digging in his bathroom cabinet for a spare toothbrush. It was always good to have spares, he once woke up after a storm to find his toothbrush in the toilet, with a week till the next resupply island. Never again. He opened the packaging and handed it to you, before turning to run the shower while you brushed your teeth. He pulled a towel out of a clean laundry hamper, hung it for you, and went to leave, but you grabbed his hand, looking at him pleadingly with the brush still in your mouth. He snorted at how goofy you looked.
“Alright, I can't say no to you when you look like that,” he laughed, grabbing out another towel and hanging it next to yours. He stepped into the shower and you watched him hungrily as his hair dampened and the water ran over his bare muscles, still brushing your teeth as you watched the drops trail down past his well endowed cock. You lost yourself ogling him, and he smirked as he looked over and realised you were entirely distracted by his body.
“You're gonna have no teeth left if you keep brushing them, princess,” he laughed.
“Stht,” you garbled with your mouth full, immediately spitting the toothpaste and rising, “Sorry,” you laughed. He made way for you to step into the shower, hugging you from behind as the warm water ran over you and soothed your body that ached from the excursion of emptying your stomach.
The shower was almost domestic as he lathered you with soaps and massaged your aching body, you barely had to lift a finger unless it was to make sure his bandage stayed dry. He rinsed you with the showerhead before shutting off the water and wrapping you in a soft towel with a gentle hug. You were practically skipping as you returned to the bedroom, letting yourself fall back onto his mattress, still wrapped in the towel. Killer followed after you, one towel around his hips, another being used to dry his hair. The position of the towel allowed for a perfect view of the deep V of his abdomen, and the golden trail of hair that ran over his tanned skin from his belly button to under the towel. With his arms raised to his hair his muscles were pulled taut and his strong biceps were well displayed.
“God, I wanna lick you,” you purred, then quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, “I didn't mean to say that out loud”
“I'm not gonna stop you,” he smirked, taking a step towards you, reaching to drop his towel, when his foot collided with something solid. He reached down to collect it, looking at it with furrowed brows and a frown as he examined the front of your mask.
“What?” You sat up, concerned. He turned the mask to reveal a deep crack down the front of the visor, a significant wedge missing from the transparent material. “NO”
You stood quickly, taking the mask and running your hand over the crack, then turning the mask to and fro to examine for other damages, which were thankfully minimal.
“Fuck, it must have gotten cracked last night,” you sighed, then let out a long, annoyed groan, “god fucking damn it”
“Maybe Kid can fix it,” he suggested, “I think he has a fair idea of how it works”
You sighed and sat down on the bed with a defeated pout. “I hope so, I can't exactly just rock up to Egghead and ask for a new one”
Killer took the mask from you as he sat and replaced the space in your hand with his own, “We'll figure it out,” he kissed your hand, “and you've got your sword and your seastone, you're still a more than capable fighter without your fruit”
“Kid isn't gonna be happy,” you mumbled.
“He can get over it, he should know by now that you're more than just a weapon,” he smiled reassuringly, “you'll be alright”
You let out a long exhale and rested your head against Killer's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and ran his thumb over your bare skin. “Thanks Kil,” you mumbled.
[NEXT CHAPTER] - link soon
#one piece fanfiction#one piece smut#killer one piece#killer x reader#massacre soldier killer#heat one piece#heat x reader#kid pirates
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Finally posted my fanfic!
Oregano is for Savages - (One Piece Fanfic) https://archiveofourown.org/works/56125435
Sanji rubbed the back of his neck, quiet for a long time before finally speaking again. “If a lady is upset with me, she can express her anger however she wishes.” And then, tacked on at the end. “...So long as she makes sure to take care of her hunger.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Hunger isn’t that hard, once you get used to it.”
Sanji winced at her words. “But you shouldn’t have to.”
Her eyes widened as Sanji leaned down, nudging the bowl of soup that he had brought towards the mouse—And even more to her shock, the mouse happily pranced over, nibbling at the dish with complete contentment.
“...Everyone deserves food.” Sanji stated, as his head tilted slightly—to face the mouse. “Human or otherwise.”
Or: When a nervous wreck of a child runs away from home, the world changes—And so does she.
#one piece#one piece fanfiction#one piece fic#op fanart#op#boa hancock#art#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#oc art#ocs
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can’t take my eyes off of you, chapter 2
rated: e
fandom: one piece
relationship: zoro/sanji
excerpt:
“When did you wake?” Sanji asks, choosing to sit up in the bed. It feels odd to hold a conversation laying down, embarrassment to be observed by a stranger aside.
“A few hours ago. I take my sleep when I can, just enough to keep me going,” Zoro responds, yawning slightly.
Smirking at the contradiction, Sanji lets it go, choosing instead to focus on the fact that Zoro has been watching him sleep for hours. The thought makes him slightly nauseous. Did he know that the prince was dreaming of him? Oh heavens, what if Sanji spoke in his sleep?
Sanji looks at Zoro with alarm, heart thumping in his chest. “I don’t… snore, do I?”
Snorting, Zoro grins. “No, but I do. I’m surprised Your Highness didn’t wake and send me flying out the window.”
Relief floods Sanji’s chest, the icy grip of fear lifting from his heart at the jest.
#zosan#one piece#op fic#one piece fanfiction#my fic#roronoa zoro#zoro x sanji#vinsmoke sanji#one piece fic#sanzo
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