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swordduels · 1 year ago

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Sigfrid's pirate crew, One Piece verse

Sigfrid’s pirate crew Alfhild Birka Age: 25 Species: Human Appearance: Her brown hair is put up in fish bone braids. She often held an ax leaned against her shoulder. Around her neck are several necklaces made of wooden beads. Personality: Secure, confident and calm. A bit bossy and views herself as the mother figure, affectionately calling the others ‘children.’ Matter of fact when calling out things that concern her. Cares deeply about friends and family. She likes to paint and draw which she happens to be pretty good at. Powers/abilities: Alfhild can use runes for healing. The runes are a family heirloom that goes from mother to daughter as women of her people are known for being better at magical abilities. She’s also very adept at different fighting styles, preferable ax wielding.

Background:

She’s born a princess who ran away from home and became a pirate after her family had declared an arranged marriage for her with a prince. The ship she uses for travel is called Blue Maiden. At one point she met her fiance during a fight with a warship and realized he was a childhood friend. In the middle of said battle they met, fell in love and got married. It didn’t stop her from living as a pirate with the loving support from her husband who would prepare food or beer for her crew. Historic inspiration: The story of Alfhild is still debated if she ever existed or if the stories are just that, stories. If Alfhild did exist it’s believed she would have lived around the year 400. Her story and my interpretation are basically the same with the key difference that Alfhild stopped her viking ways after getting married to the Danish prince. Small note, everyday people didn’t call themselves vikings, viking is actually a term for acting as pirates and one would say “he became a viking” or “he went viking.” No one was born a viking. Birka is a famous historical place in Sweden. It was also known as a pirate nest. Blue Maiden is rumored to be a haunted place where evil and magic resides. People believed evil witches would gather there and feast with the devil. It’s also known as a hideout for pirates who wanted to hide their treasures.

Bellman Age: 23 Species: Human Appearance: Rosy cheeks. Chubby. A pointed nose. Blue eyes.He’s often wearing a white powdered wig. Personality: A lover of art, music, gambling and alcohol. Bellman is famously bad at keeping his money as he spends everything on his interests. He’s a bit of a coward who doesn't like fighting but he’s very loyal to his friends. He enjoys writing song lyrics, playing on his lute and singing. Powers/abilities: Has eaten the devil fruit with the ability to create notes that can be used as weapons. Background: Bellman is a musician and songwriter from Holy Marjorie where he entertained the nobility. He has a bad habit of drinking and gambling which led to him being hunted by debt collectors. He’s currently running away from them while being grouped in with the pirate crew. Historic inspiration: Carl Mikael Bellman was a real Swedish musician and songwriter. He wrote songs that included greek/Roman mythology and mixed it with stories about ordinary people. He wrote songs about sex, alcohol, death but also love. Some of his earlier work had more christian themes. He’s often portrayed with a lute. Bellman became famous and had the king’s permission to perform for him. While he was popular and had the king’s blessing he was also hunted by debt collector since he was a heavy drinker and gambler. Another detail is that Bellman spent a lot of time with a group which he named “Bachus order” - “The Bachus order.” It was basically a group of friends who made up rites about drinking. Some of the people from the group can also be found in certain song lyrics. At the end of Bellman’s life he was poor as a church mouse and his last song was written in a feverish haze. Eskild Age: Unknown. Species: Beaver, sentient but non verbal. Appearance:

Personality Bites people he dislikes or if he’s angered. Loyal to friends and family. Passionate about sword fighting. Has a tendency to fall into traps. Is a heavy sleeper and not a morning person. Dislike when it’s too hot. Like to build things. Powers/abilities: Is good at sword wielding and charades. Is good at woodwork and fishing.

Background: Comes from a small unmarked island with sentient beavers and otters who were in a feud with each other. Before Sigfrid arrived at the beaver village he freed Eskild from a snare. With time they became closer friends after sparring and spending time together. Sigfrid came into conflict with the otters after taking down snares since he believed it was their attempt to mess with the beavers. In order to right his wrongs he tried to make both groups to end their feud which was fruitless. At one point Sigfrid saved a child otter from a giant pike, an action that was rewarded. After said action he made an apology for taking down the snares and fighting otters. It was believed Sigfrid would be executed but was saved. It was then revealed that the snares had nothing to do with catching beavers, instead they wanted to catch land walking clams. Realizing this he tried to explain it to the beavers. After this scenario there was a battle between the leaders from each group which ended in a tie and a big peace celebration. Some time after Sigfrid learned different fighting styles from otters and beavers he managed to become friends with the others as well and helped both groups. After Eskild spent time sparring together with Sigfrid they became friends and upon leaving he followed him to travel.

Ingela Hammer Age: 20. Species: Human Appearance: Personality: Likes violence and destruction. Ingela likes adrenaline and she’s very curious about anything new. She likes to touch things, especially things belonging to someone else. She likes to cook and bake. Powers/abilities: She has eaten the devil fruit with the power to turn body parts into hammers. She mainly turns either or both arms into hammers while fighting. Ingela is very good at metal work and other constructions.

Background: Lived on Gothen island, a pirate infested village together with Lassie Street. Her mother worked as a blacksmith, her father worked as a baker. The Hammer household held a strong support for the Marines and kept complaining about the increased population of pirates, except for grandpa Rutger Hammer who kept telling Ingela stories about pirates. He also claimed there was a treasure he himself had hid many years ago at Blue Hills where witches had their midnight feasts and danced. Ingela was fascinated by these stories and in turn told Lassie about the treasure. Together they secretly declared themselves to be pirates. When Lassie’s mother was taken by the Marines her family took in Lassie even though it created some friction. Ingela’s mother believed Lassie had a bad influence on Ingela. Bad luck struck down on the Hammer household as the Marine now took in all the grown ups for questioning. Before anyone came to take Ingela and Lassie they fled on board a pirate ship called The Winter dog. It was during the travel with The Winter dog they each ate a devil fruit and got their devil fruit powers. Lassie Street

Age: 10. Species: Human Appearance: Personality: A classic troublemaker who lies, cheats in games and creates schemes. Though all schemes are not brilliant and it happens more often than not that a scheme fails in a spectacular manner. She enjoys working with her hands and sewing helps her calm down. Has a distaste for the Marines and can rant about them for hours on end.

Powers/abilities: Has eaten the devil fruit which gives her the ability to use magical sewing. Lassie is pretty good at coming up with traps. Background: Grew up on Gothen island in a pirate infested village together with Ingela. Her mother had a fabric shop which was getting customers frequently and she loved to help out. Most of the customers were pirates who respected the Street family since the business had served everyone with equal respect no matter what background anyone had. However things changed as the Marine once and for all kicked down doors to catch every pirate on the island. Even though her mother had nothing to do with pirating himself she was put on trial for aiding pirates and put in jail. Since Lassie had no other family she was invited to live with Ingela and her parents. Historic inspiration: At the start of year 1700 there was a pirate duo called Ingela Hammar and Lasse på gatan. I renamed Ingela Hammar to Hammer but the original name is not far off from the Swedish word for hammer, which is ‘hammare.’

Lasse på gatan - Lasse on the street, is originally a man but I changed his sex into female. I also renamed them to Lassie Street. Ingela Hammar and Lasse on the streets were known for using disguises, raising false flags to avoid battle and having a feud with the Norwegian pirate captain Peter Wessel. The pirate duo was often seen in the pirate infested town Gothenborg and managed to become legal pirates, which meant they had a signed paper from the king which allowed them to attack and plunder foreign ships. They also built a store in Gothenburg, by legal means, where they sold stolen goods by legal means. During this period they began wearing powdered wigs and attempted to walk among the nobles. Gotham island - I simply took the first part from Gothenburg and made it an island. Blue Hills During the witch trials people believed witches took their broom and traveled to Blåkulla, translated to Blue Hills, were they danced with the devil during the Sabbath. During easter celebration it’s tradition to dress up children as witches as protection from evil forces and jokingly say they are gonna fly to Blåkulla on their brooms. Blåkulla is a real place but it’s never been documented to have real witch meetings, as far as I know.

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shy-writer-999 · 5 months ago

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Ace gets riled up when you wear skirts

WARNING: MINORS DNI. THIS IS NSFW CONTENT.

Author's note: Smut - fingering that leads to fucking. ~2.3k words. Ace fingers (afab) reader from behind and then they have sex. Pet names. (o˘◡˘o) (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ I hope you like it!!

Ace gets riled up when you wear skirts

“Hey gorgeous.” Ace leaned down from behind where you were sitting and hummed in your ear. His voice melted like honey and went straight to your heart. You were sitting on the couch scrolling on your phone, relaxing while you had a few free moments.

You smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss… but that wasn’t enough right now. Ace needed more than that. Seeing you sit so cutely on the couch, with your skirt thrown over your thighs, your pretty fingers scrolling through your phone… it awoke something in him.

Your presence could flip the switch in Ace’s mind immediately—he’d go from sweet and smiling to desperate for a crumb of your pleasure. You never knew what you were going to get with him, but recently it had been the latter. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you. Every spare moment Ace would pull you into a bathroom and bend you over, pull you into a closet and fuck you standing up, drag you up to the crow’s nest and demand reverse cowgirl in the open air... Skirts made his fantasies more forceful. You could say he had something of a skirt kink, or at least, seeing you in a skirt sent him over the edge. He would imagine pulling the skirt up around your waist and gripping it tight while he fucked you, using it for leverage. He would imagine flipping the skirt over so your ass was exposed to the bare air, pulling the skirt back and spanking your ass so hard it bruised. He would imagine fingering you under the skirt when no one was looking... he had any number of fantasies at one time about you in a skirt.

That's why the sight of you sitting on the couch in your skirt lit a fire in Ace’s core, one that he wouldn’t be able to shake until he had his fill of you.

Ace leaned over you from behind and kissed the top of your head. Surprisingly, he then wrapped his left hand lightly around your throat. You let out a yelp in response. “Ace, what are you doing?”

“I want you.” He rasped in your ear and his free hand crept down the couch, over your chest and stomach to rest on your crotch. His hand lingered on top of the fabric of your skirt. No matter how many times you and Ace were intimate, his closeness made your stomach twist with butterflies. His arms were toned, defined, hard, manly, and his hands, much the same. His thick fingers rested softly on your skirt, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core. His honeyed voice put you at ease, but you could hear the desire and need plainly when he spoke.

Ace palmed your crotch and grinded down through your skirt firmly. You whined and squirmed a bit as friction built on your clit. “Ace, everyone will see.”

“No they won’t, I promise,” Ace whispered sweetly back in your ear. His voice was dripping with desire, sugar-coated, but underlined with a note of desperation. You knew he was about to fuck you senseless.

“Okay, if you say so…” You agreed tentatively, trailing off.

“Put those legs up, honey.” He commanded you charmingly, and you lifted your legs up, propping them on the couch so they were spread wide and your knees were pulled up by your chest.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” Ace murmured in your ear again and picked up the hem of your skirt, pulling it back, exposing your panties. He shifted your skirt up, so it pooled around your waist. You felt exposed and embarrassed, blushing from head to toe. Seeing you in this position, spread open for him, skirt pulled askew, panties uncovered... Ace felt feral.

When he had adjusted your skirt, his fingers came back to rest on your clit over your panties. He tightened the grip on your neck ever so slightly, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. He was so sweet and yet he could be so rough on you—he’d do the nastiest things to you, all while calling you lovely names and petting your head. You loved how he doted on you and how he was obsessed with you—for Ace, it translated into a desire to make you feel good. He wanted you to be in ecstasy from his touch, wanted you to transcend to new levels of pleasure that you never knew, all because of him. Whenever your face twisted in pleasure it made him as hard as a rock, his cock pulsing in his shorts, pressing on his briefs trying to escape.

Your gasping as he tightened his grip was one of those moments. Even the most muted of sounds of pleasure coming from you made Ace feel like he was one step away from either cumming in his pants or ripping all your clothes off and fucking you. He had to use discipline though, to not get too worked up. Your pleasure was his first priority, of course.

Ace slowly started to rub his fingers in circles around your clit. The fabric of your panties rubbed roughly on your sensitive spot, his fingers dragging the material up and down through your lips. Your wetness started to seep out and saturate the fabric, helping his fingers glide over and work through the barrier to your bare pussy with ease.

“Getting excited already?” He purred into your ear and your stomach twisted again. You were, in fact, getting excited already. Your heartbeat was starting to raise, you were hyperaware of his every move, and you were braced for the pleasure you knew he was going to wrench from your core.

Ace’s fingers trailed upwards, and hooked your panties down. Meanwhile his left hand gave your throat one last squeeze and then wandered to your chest, massaging and kneading your breasts.

At the same time, Ace started kissing your neck, sucking on it lightly, then nibbling on it. You felt electric. He was everywhere at once—on your chest, on your neck, rumbling in your ears, you could smell his shampoo, feel the warmth from his skin as bent over the back of the couch to touch you. His fingers crept into your panties and started toying with your sensitive folds that were becoming increasingly inflamed and red. Wetness oozed out of you, and Ace noticed as he leisurely passed his fingers up, over your clit, pausing and pressing there for a moment, then returning back to dance around your opening.

“Are you ready, princess?” He asked, and when you nodded timidly he inserted his middle finger, slowly pushing it into you as you shuddered around him. It felt amazing because he knew your body so well. Making you feel good was an art form to him. He spoke the language of your pleasure, knew your body inside and out, adjusted his movements to the neediness of your moans and gasps, played with you until you got to the precipice of climax.

As one finger ventured inside you, he could feel your walls constrict. You let out another sweet moan and Ace started to go feral; he could feel himself losing control. He sucked on your neck harshly, squeezed your breasts so hard it hurt, and started to move the finger inside of you up and down, inside and out.

He was reading your pleasure, calculating how to make you feel the best. His finger felt the ridges of your insides, the smooth slipperiness of your slick, your spasms of pleasure; he noticed when your thighs tensed up, when your breaths got shallower and quicker, and when your gasps got even the tiniest bit more needy.

When he saw it appropriate, Ace inserted his ring finger, drawing another groan from your lips. His fingers opened and closed like scissors inside of you, stretching you out for him, getting you ready. He curled his fingers and immediately located your sweet spot. Ace wasted no time pressing, pushing, circling, and bullying your g-spot until your wetness dripped out of your pussy, coating his fingers and hand, seeping down onto the couch and leaving a mess.

“Mmmmm,” Ace hummed as his fingers worked. “Does that feel good?”

Of course it did. Your legs were already trembling. He knew how to bring you to the brink of orgasm in minutes and had no trouble touching you until you were begging for more. His fingers felt magical.

“Ace,” you choked out. “Need you in me—please.”

“I’m sure you do, baby.” He sucked on your neck one more time and pulled his fingers out of you, soaked and slippery.

“Open up, pretty.” Ace politely waited a moment and then shoved his fingers unceremoniously into your mouth, making you suck your own slick off of him. He was so unbelievably turned on. His erection was painfully tight; he needed friction, wanted to fuck you so bad, to cum in you, cum on you, make you feel so good. Ace needed you carnally, beyond imagination—he wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t speak anymore, until you couldn’t walk straight, he wanted to make you beg and moan until your voice went hoarse, he wanted to make you orgasm again and again and again.

When you had sucked his fingers dry, the sweet taste of yourself lingered in your mouth. Ace grabbed your face with his hand pulled it close to him, smashing his lips into yours. You let out a muffled moan as your lips met and Ace felt his dick twinge. He pulled out of the kiss after a minute and rounded the couch so he was now facing you.

He leaned down to grab ahold of your hips. “C’mere.”

Ace picked you up swiftly and effortlessly. It was amazing how strong he was and how much he liked to throw you around like a doll. He treated you delicately, but at the same time he would fuck you hard and carelessly. The dichotomy was perfect for you two—vicious and loving, naughty and nice, both options present at any given time and just as welcomed as the other.

Ace lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him on instinct. The skirt draped unevenly across your ass and bunched up in front of you. The messy look turned Ace on arduously. His strong hands were cupping your ass, and he lined up his cock with your dripping wet cunt. He was losing patience. He needed to be in you immediately, needed to fuck you as soon as possible.

“Ready sweetie?” He looked at your face and saw that it was already contorted in pleasure. He couldn’t wait to fuck you so hard you drooled. He couldn’t wait to hear you moan his name on repeat. He needed to be inside of you now.

You nodded in response, desperate for him.

He wasted no time. Ace pushed the tip of his huge cock into you slowly. It passed through your folds, slippery and red, filling you up centimeters at a time. It was an overwhelming feeling, so sensual and satisfying. You adjusted to his girth and length with each second, constricting around his cock, your body remembering the shape of it. When he bottomed out, he let out a low and long groan. “Fuuuuck, baby.”

Ace started bouncing you on his cock, languidly, steady, and deliberate at first. He wanted to tease you, wanted to see you writhe from it, wanted you to want him so bad you begged. Ace was in control now, just as he liked it. And you were along for the ride, which you knew would end in an orgasm so powerful that you would lose your mind.

As you took his cock, nasty, wet, and sloppy sounds started echoing in the room. The sound of his balls slapping onto your wet ass and pussy rang in your ears. He grunted, rumbled in pleasure, and you could feel it in his chest. Your tits were pressed on him, hands clasped behind his neck, legs wrapped around him, toes curling in pleasure. He had you right where he wanted you, and now he was going to ravage your body like a last meal.

Ace sped up his fucking at a measured pace. He started bouncing you quicker, deeper, thrusting his cock up into you as he bounced you. He was bullying your g-spot, you could feel his dick curve inside of you, painting your walls with precum, gliding in and out, leaving pleasure in its wake. He was stretching you and fucking you into oblivion already. Wetness seeped out of you, down onto his shaft, over his balls, dripping on the floor.

His measured pace was driving you crazy. It wasn’t merely enough. “Accceeeee,” you moaned out. “Harder.”

He complied. His cock hit deep and hard, fucking you senseless. Pleasure hit your g-spot spot in waves. His pace was becoming frenzied, unpredictable, driven on instinct alone.

“Do—you—like—that, princess?” Ace groaned, taking a breath between each furious thrust, pistoning up into your red and inflamed pussy. His cock needed more.

“More,” you meweled out in response. Your words sent his body into overdrive. His grip on your ass bruised, his grunts so loud they overpowered the sloppy wet sounds of him fucking you. His hips bucked and jerked up into you, dragging his cock everywhere inside of you, hitting your g-spot, brushing your cervix, sending pleasure to every nerve ending. You never felt so full before.

“Cum for me,” Ace groaned out, hips bucking, thighs shaking.

As he fucked you closer to orgasm his brow wrinkled and his head was thrown back. All he could focus on was how your body felt, what it needed, and how he could make you feel even better. He was assessing how each muscle moved, how you shifted and sighed into him, how wet you got every time he called you a sweet name. He could tell you were getting closer.

Ace lowered you onto your back on the couch, making sure his cock stayed buried inside of you. He pushed your knees up and held onto you, positioning you into a mating press. You looked up at him and your face was depraved, hungry for his cock, you locked eyes with him. The fucked-out look on your face drove him even crazier.

He was so gorgeous it took your breath away. He was sweaty, his black hair slightly ruffled and damp around the temples, his brows furrowed with focus and pleasure, his freckles just as sweet as ever. His nose crinkled a bit every time he thrusted or called you something sweet. And while he was undeniably fucking you senseless, roughly, and fiercely, his eyes still retained all the love he had for you.

Ace rolled his hips into your cunt, rutting his cock against your walls from a different angle this time. He could get deeper, harder, rougher now that he had the support of the couch under him. He grabbed your hips and pressed into you with such force it took your breath away. This was the deepest he had ever been.

“’M so close baby,” he rasped out and you whined in response.

“Me too,” you were breathless. He was making you feel so good it felt like you were melting. You were starting to lose touch with reality—he was the only thing on your mind, and you were completely present. You forgot about everything else in the world when Ace was fucking you.

“Wanna see you cum on my cock,” he grunted desperately as he thrusted into you again.

You whined as his hips crashed haphazardly into you. You finally started to reach your limit. With one more furious drag of his cock inside of you, Ace pushed you over the edge of climax and waves of pleasure washed over you, mindblowingly ecstatic. Your body convulsed. You pulled him closer to you, moaning his name as your pussy clenched on his dick and you creamed on his cock. The pleasure he brought you with each orgasm was other-worldly. You never knew such a thing was possible until you met him, and every day that you spent near him you craved it more and more.

Ace could feel your walls pulsing and shuttering around his girth with your orgasm, and your pleasure drove him crazy. As you moaned his name again and again, Ace watched your face curl into an expression of bliss. You were doing precisely what he wanted—orgasming so hard and so sweetly that you felt like you left reality. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your panting drove him further into ferociously fucking you through your orgasm.

“’M cumming—” he groaned out, thrusting into you fitfully for one final moment, just barely overstimulating your sensitive insides. You shuddered and he groaned again, deeply and needily in response as he went over the edge. He shot sticky white ropes inside of you, so much that it started trickling out of you, a milky pool at the base of his cock. His orgasm was just as euphoric as yours. After teasing himself and holding out for so long, when he let himself fuck you without regard for anything else he allowed himself to dissolve into pleasure completely. He felt like he was floating each time your velvet walls squeezed him, felt like he was going to levitate every time you moaned his name. Cumming so hard from your pleasure left him in the purest euphoria.

You went limp and Ace collapsed on your chest. After a moment of silence, after feeling the warmth and sweat of your bodies pressing on each other, Ace looked up at you. His cock was still inside.

“Fuck,” he panted out. You hummed in response, and he pulled you in for a clumsy kiss. He could feel your walls still shuddering from orgasm just slightly, returning back to normal, still accommodating his girth, leaking a mix of both of your cum from your pussy.

“That was so good, baby,” he said at the same time as pressing his lips onto yours, speaking into your mouth as your lips met. His tongue ventured into your mouth, barely swirling your own, as he sucked slightly and bit your lip. You let out one more moan for him, as you felt his cock twinge one last time.

He pulled out of the kiss at the same time as pulling out of you. You’d never get used to the feeling of emptiness after Ace had just filled you up and fucked you into oblivion. You pulled him into one last long kiss, staving off the moment when you would have to disentangle your bodies and put your clothes back on.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, pretty girl.” Ace kissed your forehead again and scooped you up in his arms. He would deal with the noticeable stain on the couch later.

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