#aokiji x you

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So for Akainu, Kuzan and Kuzaru. How would they deal with realization they got a crush on a pirate? Bonus if pirate likes to annoy them.

Loving a pirate

A/N: It's here hope you like it ✨! Sorry I was busy so it takes me a little bit time to write that! 🫶🫶 Summary : 3 admirals, how they would deal with realization that they got a crush on you, a pirate + You annoy them Characters : Akainu, Kuzan and Kizaru

Akainu

At first he doesn't understand why, why he is so obsess toward you.He says to himself that it's just because you are another damn pirate and you annoyed him so much. He always asks to his subordinate where have you been seen the last time, when the Marine know which you are he say that he will deal with that himself. He feels something strange, strange in his chest. And he really doesn't like it. And one day Akainu thinks about it, thinks about why he really doesn't like heard your name on someone lips, why you are always in his mind. And he understands, it was hard to him to admit but he clearly got a crush toward you. Oh damn that pissed him off to find that. He really wants to burn himself, how a marine can love a pirate? Especially HIM. He has a reputation. He was so angry toward himself. Akainu wants to avoid his feelings, but he start acting…weird. So when he can have an occasion to chase you, you will be sure he will be here. For him it's hard because he doesn't really want to… hurt you. Even if his jobs and reputation need to put you in jails. So you clearly see that he doesn't put all of his strength when you have to fight. "Did the great Akainu be weak toward me?" You say to tease him. "Shut your damn mouth!" He bites his cigar with a rough voice and clearly pissed off because of her.

"Should I say to a journalist that the admiral Akainu is weak toward a pirate?" You add "Keep your mouth close you damn pirate" Akainu answer.

Akainu is so much pissed off, because you annoy him and because you are right, he is weak toward you. He was so mad to himself, also because he can't control his feelings, it's a rare thing that he doesn't have control on. This game will continue for a long time, he is chasing you and don't succeed to arrest you, and you will keep annoy him.

Kuzan

He feels that something was… strange about you, he takes some times to think about it and will quickly understand what's going on. He has a crush on you. It put him in an uncomfortable situation because you are a pirate. But in reality this doesn't really care about that. Its not really a problem for him.So he will start to investigate a little to know just where you are. Sometimes, without telling to someone, like he does not care about the others, he will take his bike and go to a little trip on many islands in case that maybe He will find you. And when each other we will mett back, be sure that you can try to annoying him as much as you want, he will have good repartee. Every time. Be prepared because he DEFINITELY flirt with you. He really does not care if someones seeing him flirting with a pirate. "Seems that you are everywhere I go ? Want an autograph ?" You say to him

"Well, it's hard to keep away my eyes in front of a beautiful woman. I wouldn't' mind' mind for an autograph" He will answer with a smirk on his face.

He finds that amusing, you try to annoy him and him flirting with you. He enjoys this relation. If the other marines see you together and him flirting with you, they will clearly annoy him. Oh god like he really doesn't care, it will make him chuckles.

Kizaru

It takes him some times, like yes really long moment, to understand that he has a crush on you. At first he was just thinking his mind was on you because like you are a pirate. But he understands because it's more than that. At the beginning he'll be a little annoyed, he can't have feeling toward you. But we can't control feelings, that's what he will said to himself. But after he will clearly be amused by that, even if he knows it would be a one-way love, he doesn't really care. N one will really find his little secret, he is so chill as always and don't really show that much his feelings. You will be his target for annoying and teasing you. So if one day by chance you will be one the same place he will find you quickly.Of course not to arrest you, like he will never do that. Even if you want to annoy him, it will just turn into a game, which will annoy more the other.

"Ohhhh~ where this little thing she will go?"He will say with a big smile.

"Want something the monkey of the Marine? ?" You say, confident.

So a teasing game will start, he has very good repartee, he will laugh a little and slowly to your answer toward him. He likes to play that with you and share this little moment.Even if most of the times you have to exchange some blows. But he knows you are good fighter so you would manage to fight and tease with him. So that would be his way to manage his crush toward you, share some little moment sometimes with teasing, he will observe by the information that he could have in the Marine what did you do.

[leakyweep]

Aokiji x afab!Reader x Smoker - Strip Poker - NSFW

Warnings: fingering, nicknames (baby), orgasm denial, begging, oral (both m and f receiving), a bit of choking, creampie, facial.

Words: 1.6k

MINORS, DNI. YOU WILL GET BLOCKED.

The weather outside was cold, windy, snow pellets descending from the grey sky like falling paper. It was almost laughable how hot it was in the cabin, a fire blazing bright in the rustic brick chimney nearby. It was cozy, and you had planned to have a quiet night with your best friends Aokiji and Smoker, playing cards and sipping hot chocolate to beat the freezing weather.

Well, you were staying warm, but in a way you had never considered.

Smoker was holding you in his lap, three fingers buried deep in your soaking cunt as he pistoned them into you with reckless abandon, and your soft mewls fell into the ears of Aokiji, who was kneeling in front of you with his lips attached to your peppled nipple. The other nipple was being twinged and pinched by his fingers, and you felt two more hands dancing across your exposed, sweaty skin.

"Taking my fingers so well, huh? Doing so good for us, baby?" Smoker grunted in your ear, his breath tickling your skin, your nerves on high alert from the overstimulation as both men ravaged you in their own ways. Aokiji's hum made vibrations run through your breast and caused you to let out a loud mewl.

The fire blazing nearby seemed to elevate the sexiness of the whole scene as the three of you sat on the plush carpet, the two men focused on you and only you. They had suggested a game of strip poker, and you silently cursed yourself for your horrible poker face. The men had you in your panties in a second, and now they were pulled to the side as Smoker's thick digits prodded at the best parts of your cunt and Aokiji's mouth was traveling from your breasts to the waistband of your panties. Of course, Smoker hadn't lost any articles, while Aokiji had only lost his shirt.

"These are in the way, mind if I get rid of 'em?" Aokiji asked, his voice laced with that usual calm aloofness. He had always been a gentleman.

You nodded through a desperate moan as Smoker slowly scissored his fingers inside your pulsing, drenched pussy with a chuckle at how your head fell back in pleasure. His shoulder provided a nice pillow for you to rest your skull as his fingers were removed for a second to remove the panties before returning to their previous position.

"Ask before you cum, baby." Aokiji's tone was soft, but stern and you felt the man behind you nod in agreement.

Aokiji took the panties and stuffed them into your mouth, muffling your cries. Your arms were already pinned between your back and Smoker's broad chest, so now you were completely at their mercy. Walking around you in only his pants, Aokiji sat beside you and ran his fingers down your torso, to the course mound of pubic hair and then to your outside lips, tracing them where he could reach. The touch sent shivers down your spine, the feeling of Smoker filling you with his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your climax.

"N-need- can I cum?" You asked quietly, your voice muffled by the pair of underwear stuffing you. The men continued their minstrations, Aokiji's finger now twirling your clit idly as Smoker grunted and poked your sweet spot with the tips of his digits. It seemed as if they didn't hear you, but you couldn't hold back the pulsing of your walls as your orgasm began to creep up on you. Smoker pulled his fingers out, surprising both you and the olive-skinned man beside you.

"Didn't we say to ask before you came? I felt you choking my fingers with that pussy." His hand was now wrapped around your neck, his nails digging deliciously into your skin, pulling a moan from the back of your throat. He tilted your head back to look at him, exposing the delicate skin that was covered in marks and bites. He pulled the gagging cloth from your mouth, giving you a chance to reply.

"I-I did!" you whined, giving him a pitiful look. "Please- please can I cum? I need it, please-" your babbling was cut off by your own pathetic squeak as Aokiji continued to play with your wet slit. His fingers traveled up and down from your clit to gently tease your entrance, stringing your orgasm along to get you riled up.

"C'mon Smoker... Let's show a little mercy." Aokiji's velvet voice was now coming from between your legs, reaching your ears before the feeling of his tongue lapping at your cunt took over your body. Smoker scoffed despite the grin on his face.

"I just can't help but grab this neck... fuck, so hot," his voice was strained, his hips bucking up into your ass hurriedly. “Want me to fuck this pussy, baby?”

“Ye-eeess, Smoker, please fuck me, mm- Kiji!” your words were decorated with gentle moans and rasps as Aokiji’s tongue pleasured your cunt and his nose pressed into your clit. Smoker’s hands were now twisting and flicking at your already-sore nipples. The men’s growls and hisses of pleasure mixed in your ears to create a beautiful song, with the crackling fire nearby as the background.

The rope was snapping soon, and your hips gyrated against Aokiji’s thick nose, chasing the climax you were so close to before Smoker stopped. You were pushed closer to the edge by the feeling of three of the black-haired man’s fingers invading your walls, creating a pressure in your sopping cunt that made your back arch.

“Yes! Kiji, please, mmph- Smoker, so close!” you babbled, your face a flushed and sweaty mess as you desperately and hurriedly pressed yourself into both the men’s touches. Smoker whispered a praise in your ear for being so good, letting them know when you were going to cum. You smiled, ready to let go and cum, but just as you were free falling into bliss, both the men removed their touch, causing a pitiful whine to surface from your throat. “Pl-please, please…”

Smoker lifted you, placing you on your back on the ground. He looked up at Aokiji, who shrugged.

“What’re you waiting for? (y/n) is asking you so nicely…” Aokiji kneeled beside you, the sound of his belt buckle coming undone sending shockwaves through your core. You needed one of the men inside you, and soon.

Smoker placed himself in the cradle of your legs, your lower back lifted from the ground as the silver-haired Marine threw your calves over his shoulders and positioned his aching, swollen tip at your leaking entrance.

“So wet…” Smoker hissed, his fingers spreading your labia open, pulling a wanting moan from your chest. He pushed into your aching heat, the cry leaving your lips anything but holy.

Meanwhile, Aokiji was stroking your hair, whispering praises of how sexy you were, how you were doing so well for them, how they’d take such good care of your pretty pussy.

Your mind was swimming with lust, any coherent thought completely drowned out by the feeling of being stuffed full by the broad man. His cock was long, a bit curved and as thick as a soda can. It stretched your cunt in all the best ways while he began to thrust his length against your pulsing walls.

Aokiji was jacking his own cock, long and swollen at the tip, gleaming in precum. He wasn’t as thick as the man inside you, but he was still impressive in length and girth.

“Shit- so tight for us, baby, hnng-“ Smoker’s head tipped back, the sound of his abdomen slapping against your plush thighs ringing in his head, your symphony of moans filling his mind with lust and desire.

Your gaze tore through him, lingering on his broad chest and chiseled abs as he swayed above you, pulling his dick out to the tip before rushing back inside you vigorously. He reveled in the way your cunt was fluttering around him, pulling him into your core as you tiptoed closer and closer to release.

Aokiji, who was now positioning his cock into your mouth, reached down with his free hand to rub small circles into your clit, tight and rough and sharp. You yelped their names, back arching against Smoker’s abdomen.

Gushing around Smoker’s cock was magnificent, the way his tip kissed your cervix and filling you with his spend, how he continued to thrust into you like a feral animal as he chased his high as long as he could.

Aokiji was now choking you with his length, swollen mushroom head pushed deep into your wet cave. His hips were languid and fluid while he fucked your mouth, careful to give you as much air as you needed. He savored the way tears brimmed your eyes at just the sheer feeling of his lengthy girth fucking into your throat, your chin wet with spit and precum.

Smoker had pulled out of you, watching with lust-blown pupils as a mix of your cum and his pooled onto the carpet. The blaze beside you all had a sheen of sweat covering each of you, skin seemingly illuminating in the hot, yellow glow of the fire. The man was now pushing hair out of your sweaty face, encouraging you as Aokiji reached his climax, pulling from your mouth and painting your face and neck with creamy, white spurts. The noise that left his mouth was a whine, your name leaving his lips like a hymn.

After basking in the afterglow of your release with each other, you each cleaned the other up, giggling and laughing about the game of strip poker and how you should come up with a better poker face.

[moonbaby26]

Their Favorite Parts

*crossposted to AO3 here*

Prompt: One Piece men and the parts of your body that they fixate on most. 

Reader Type: GN!Reader

Characters: Doflamingo, Kuzan/Aokiji, Crocodile, Smoker, Buggy, Mihawk, Shanks, Law

Warnings: language, references to sex, penetration, oral, and foreplay

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Doflamingo/Holes

He actually can be gentle with you. But you’ve found that level of care is always only a precursor to something else that he wants. And in the end, he can’t ever let you back to sleep until he’s been inside at least one of your holes and fully spent himself within it. 

Whether this wretched man is pounding between your thighs, or probing you with those long fingers, or dampening you with that equally obscene tongue…he wants to be as deep inside of you as he can possibly be. 

He loves you most when you’re trembling, thighs spread beneath him. Or on your knees looking up as your eyes water with your mouth full of his length. He’ll tell you what a good pet you are even as you plead or choke. 

But it’s as if you were made perfectly for him. He’ll never feel this with another lover. You’re his favorite until he destroys it all. And even then, he may just pull you from the ash to start with you again. Because he would sincerely miss you in his next empire.

Kuzan/Aokiji/Chest

He loves to sleep with his head on your chest. He can hear your heartbeat then and know that you’re still really there. That this isn’t all some terrible illusion, as much as he still feels he doesn’t deserve you and can’t keep you. 

His life has been too complicated. All the way from a respected, yet conflicted marine to whatever the hell people are calling him these days. But you never seem to judge him. You still believe in him, even now. He doesn’t understand your loyalty, but he loves you for it. 

And when the two of you are awake and intimate, he’ll be behind you, hands holding your warm chest as his fingers massage it. The way you lean back into him as your chill bumps form is so trusting. You know that he could freeze your heart in an instant if he chose to. But of course he never would. He wants this to last forever. He needs you at his side.

Sir Crocodile/Hips

He is certain you do it on purpose by now. The way your ever tight clothing forms around your body. It feels like a specific challenge you’ve made against him. As if you are daring his eyes not to follow you across the room as your hips sway while you walk. 

You’re his favorite assassin already. Though perhaps he can take some blame for letting this favoritism start to go to your head. And yet, even when he plans to punish you, he finds himself enjoying it too much. It’s hard to keep you humble when he’s still moaning your name as he fucks you over the top of his desk. 

With his one hand he grabs into that fleshy hip, riding you to his release as his hook stays warningly against the side of your face. But while you smirk against that curved metal as he finally cums, he knows you haven’t learned your lesson at all. Yet he also realizes that there are still years of this game to come. You’re too efficient to get rid of you anytime soon.

Smoker/Lips

It was the first thing he ever noticed about you. Just how pouty your lips could look, even as you argued and bitched at him on the battlefield. You cursed him through those lips, always lamenting that he made your shared marine ship smell like an ashtray. 

And by the time he’d found his way into your bunk one night, those same lips were about the only thing he would put his cigars down for. He’d wanted to kiss you for so long. By the time you finally let him, he never wanted to lose that high again. 

It could be soft, it could be rough. Just like you and your ever changing moods. You acted like you hated him until your mouth was over his. Then you were thrusting against him soon enough and whimpering even as you both knew you couldn’t wake the rest of the ship. 

He always started and ended sex with you with those damned lips. And every time he knew curses would be flying from them again tomorrow, even if his name would also be moaning out through them just as passionately each night.

Buggy/Butt

His life was a circus. And not just in the literal way he would have preferred. Somehow every move he made garnered new success, but equal terror. He never knew what tomorrow would bring. As Cross Guild’s infamy grew, so did his reputation along with it. 

But his nerves were shot, and you could tell. When the others bullied him, you never added to it. He hadn’t a clue why you’d chosen him. But he wouldn’t take it for granted either as you’d come to sit in his lap, late at night in his room. You’d call him your captain, your emperor even, grinding that perfect ass into him as you tried to cheer him up. 

And it always worked. As he’d a bit too desperately slide your pants from you, you always humored him. Letting his hands massage and hold that enticing rear. If he wanted to spank you, you let him do that too. It was just so soft and…comforting? He might not admit it, but you were his only remaining stability in this place. If he lost you, that would have been his breaking point. But he trusted you too when you promised that you were in it for the long haul. He was already your pirate king.

Mihawk/Eyes

It was the way you’d looked at him that first time the two of you had ever crossed paths. You weren’t afraid of his history, even as you’d seen him kill a lesser swordsman right in front of you. 

By the time he got to know you better, he’d realized just how much he liked to gaze into those eyes. It was as if he could feel what you were thinking. And as your confidence grew, that ‘come hither’ look of yours became far more prominent as well. 

Just with a glance, he knew exactly when you were craving to have those physical needs sated. And he certainly respected that need, finding it rather quickly a mutual one as he’d often carry you to his bed. 

And even then as his hips would be pumping skillfully against your own, you’d be looking up at him in a haze of pleasure with those same beautiful eyes. A view for him alone, one he would cherish and protect forever more.

Shanks/Legs

It might have been a bit too crass on his part, that afternoon in the bar when he’d first noticed you from across the room. But his ship wouldn’t be in port for long. There wasn’t time to play this subtle. No, not at all as he’d whistled loudly, catcalling you while his crew had laughed. 

He’d gotten the full view as well when those same lovely legs had carried you right back up to the bar to tell him to go fuck himself. And the way he’d smiled at you just pissed you off even further of course. 

Your anger made you stay. And it was definitely a talent of his to inspire that, but he was persistent too. Soon enough you’d let him buy you a drink, and then a few more. By the time the two of you had been stumbling out of the bar, you were letting him know your room number at the nearby inn. You wanted to know if he was just all talk. He assured you that he was not.

And that night as he did get the privilege of those legs being wrapped around him as your bed creaked and shook in a marathon of lovemaking, he realized his crew probably could find more room on the ship. You had no ties to this town either. 

By morning he was more than pleased when you agreed to board. Beck had protested a little, just at the sudden impracticality of yet another mouth to feed. But Shanks knew you would fit in fine, all of you and those legs laying in his bunk warm beside him for years to come on your way through the New World.

Law/Hands

With an epithet like the Surgeon of Death, he of course knew better than most on the importance of dexterity and skill with the hands. Without his own, he felt that he would have been useless. 

But this appreciation for such talent had quickly extended to you once he’d finally given in. He’d ignored you for as long as he could, too logical in his understanding of how reckless it’d be to pursue a member of his own crew. But so many days and nights alone under the ocean’s surface had finally worn him down. 

The night on the Polar Tang when those skillful fingers of yours had finally been in his hair, and finally unbuttoning his pants soon after was one that had been so long coming. You’d gotten to see that other side of him then as he unraveled almost shamefully beneath your stroking and assurances. 

He’d taken care of everyone else for so long you told him, playing the part of their stoic leader. But you knew he was far from only that as your hands drew out all his pent up need. 

You promised him that he was safe with you. That you were with him until the end. And it was all true. The captain of the Heart Pirates would remain within your capable hands for as long as he desired to. And that desire would prove to be unbreakable.

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Five Days

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Word Count: 5,900+

Synopsis: Temperatures flaring between a marine and their prisoner brought the two of you to this moment. In charge of the former-admiral's prison transfer, the sweltering heat propels you to do something against protocol. You give in to your temptation, and allow him to give you what he threatened he would.

Themes: Aokiji Kuzan x f!reader, gendered terms used, mdni, 18+, smut, nsfw, inappropriate use of devil fruit, inappropriate use of seastone, coercion, swearing, unprotected sex, oral sex, marine x pirate, enemies to enemies that fuck, kisses, subtle Dom!kuzan x Sub!reader, pet names used, summer temperatures, tipsy writing, temperature play, pirate!kuzan x marine!reader.

Notes: This fic is dedicated to a dear friend, @skullfacedlady who needed a reward for all her hard work in studying. I hope you enjoy your man like this, love. Come get him. This is a part of my October event, but I wanted to give Skullfacedlady a gift because I'm so proud of her.

The sweltering heat swelling the brig of the vessel stung and cracked your skin. The perspiration dripping beneath your marine hat did little to cool your face and body, especially due to the weight of your heavy uniform jacket. The remainder of the crew had made port, leaving you and another officer behind on the topdeck to keep guard of the ship in case there was an incident involving you and the detainee in their cell behind you.

As a lieutenant, prison duty was not your usual forte, yet it was your given task for the past five days. Drawing the short straw in the meeting with the other members of the crew had you seething: likely what had the temperature searing your veins with the slight simmer of rage. Standing with your back to the brig, you attempted to ignore the presence who continued to attempt to goad you into a verbal spat for the umpteenth time.

“Go on, little one,” the smooth voice calls from behind you, causing your lip to upturn in a twitched curl, “Take off your jacket. It’s hot out, and you don’t deserve to be more uncomfortable than you already are.”

Aokiji Kuzan, the admiral who served his severance to the marines in favor of joining Blackbeard’s crew, was a thorn in your bootheel the moment he stepped aboard. A fly buzzing in your ear would make for better company than the sweet-talking man in the cell. You were a marine, and he was a defector turned to piracy. These past five days, he had been pressing you with comments and flattery with a smoothness to his tone that you hadn’t experienced prior. Always balancing on the knife’s edge of being overly seductive, while a complete gentleman the next. It repulsed you, enticed you, agitated you, and aroused you. You hated it as much as you loved it, and that, in itself, drove you wild.

“The prisoner will refrain from speaking in the presence of a marine,” you offered monotonously to him in a practiced response, ignoring the trickle of sweat pasting your hair against the nape of your neck. The heat was bordering on unbearable now, the thick air stinging at your nostrils with the burn of the embers.

“Come on, honey,” he whispered softly, his tone almost harboring empathy, “It’s just you and me. I'm not gonna tell anybody, I promise-.”

“-You promise?” You cut him off, tilting your head towards him. Thankful for the shroud of your marine uniform cap, you were able to glare at him from beneath the shroud as you scorned him, “A promise from a pirate whispered through iron bars means very little to me. Especially from a deserter.”

“Ah, so that's it, then,” Kuzan nodded. His dark, tight curls now loosely framing his face with a wave-like bob to his motions. “You’re offended I renounced my orders and took to living for myself.” He chuckled, leaning back against the wooden hull of his cell with a cocky air to his tone.

Kuzan had long-since shrouded his heavy jacket, likely before the seastone shackles were placed on his wrists, halting his abilities. You were made vaguely aware of his powers, one of which was the ability to grow a prosthetic for his missing left leg from an element. He was exceptionally tall, far taller than you at full height. From his place sitting hunched against the cell wall, he could easily meet your breasts at his eye height.

Although his skin glistened with sweat from the heat, his demeanor was always cool and collected. The former admiral seemed to radiate a calm, and this agitated you to no end. The purse of his lips, the curl of that edge of his smile, the ease his eyes seemed to put you - all of those weighed heavily on you as the burning air entered your lungs and expanded your chest.

“Tell me what about it you're so offended by,” he quipped with that curious edge in his tone, “Let's put it to rest so you and I can really talk, officer.” Aokiji Kuzan took a moment to gaze at you. His eyes lazily drank you in with an almost entertained twinkle in his eye.

Turning your head back to face the wall in front of you, you took a deep breath to calm your nerves. His tone haunted you. That cool edge in the blistering heat did more damage to your already alight temper.

“I have nothing to say to you, oathbreaker,” you snarl viciously, your head upturning to add further emphasis to your attitude. “You will remember your place, and hold your tongue.” Expecting silence to be met with your order, you recoiled completely as he goaded you further.

“Why don't you come in here and hold it for me, marine.”

The way he spoke with such an air of confidence prompted you to completely meet your eyes against his. If you could strike him dead with your haki without causing a strike to your record, you would have done so in a heartbeat.

Before you had an opportunity to utter a word in rebuttal, he revealed his palms in surrender and fell his eyes to your feet in submission.

“Accept my apologies,” he uttered quickly, pausing only to take a heavy gulp of air through his lips. “It's hot, tempers flare, and I'm pissed off about the seastone. My devil fruit power would be useful right about now, and we'd both reap the benefits. Please,” he turned his eyes up, meeting them against yours with that honesty behind them that held you transfixed, “I didn't mean to offend you. I just-... I've been in here for a while, and it just seems to be getting hotter and hotter.”

You took a moment to search his eyes, your own forming an analysis regarding his demeanor. Kuzan meant every word, and you truly believed he meant no harm. In honesty, he had been a model prisoner through his entire ordeal. Well mannered, polite, and cooperative: Kuzan did not engage with any of the other guards in this manner.

In a sigh of good faith and understanding, you sigh through your nose before removing your heavy uniform jacket and cap, placing them on a mop handle reclining against the wall. Each button popped slowly, his eyes wandering over each one with interest.

“Apology accepted,” you crack a small smile, raking over your hair to remove it from your eyes and shake the sweat from it. “And it's not ‘officer’, it's ‘lieutenant’ to you. For those of us who still respect titles, you will uphold mine.”

Kuzan clicked his tongue in understanding before smiling at you. He drank you in as he would a cool glass of water, glistening with condensation from the ice melting within.

“Lieutenant,” he smirked at you, waving his hand against his forehead in a mock salute. You decided to match his energy, raising your own and uttering, “Severencer.”

Turning back around to face the wall, your jacket and hat removal now making you feel a little more at ease in the humidity in the brig. You continued staring vacantly in that silence, ignoring the pair of eyes that never leave your body for a moment.

Externally, Kuzan was doing just as you were: fighting off the heat as best as he could within the depths of the ship. But, likely unlike you, fighting off the heat of another kind.

He had never seen a woman as physically beautiful as you were before, and he is a connoisseur of women. Kuzan prides himself on loving women, appreciating them from afar, and hoping they would be as interested in him as he was in them. With you: the enemy on a vessel binding him for capture, wearing the very uniform he discarded to chase his own destiny; he was unbelievably angry.

You were so physically close, but unattainable by him. If he remained as a marine, and had you met under different circumstances, he may have had a chance of a different life with you. Kuzan calculated the statistical likelihood of having you in his arms after work, wailing for him in the thralls of ecstasy while he pleasured you, and the thought had heat pooling in his belly that rivaled the atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

Rivals bound to be enemies with one another: his end being met at the end of a rope with his legs helplessly dangling beneath him, likely a trial to hold him accountable first and made an example of. Would you be present? Would you even care? Those thoughts momentarily shrouded his mind before his eyes focussed on the curvature of your ass now more revealed without your uniform jacket.

If he was a man bound for death, he craved to have you near him, just once, in any capacity. Now he’d managed to convince you to remove one layer, how much more could he get away with before you stopped.

“Lieutenant?” he gently called to you, his voice holding an edge to it that felt like a purr, “May I trouble you for some water?”

Inhaling deeply, you clicked your neck in a rotation before turning around to face him once again. Your scowl had resettled on your face as you looked to the canister in the corner of the room.

“What’s wrong with the one over there?” you asked, curiosity momentarily piquing in your tone. His smile upturned dangerously, his full-lips goading you with the sinister smirk threatening to spill over.

“Evaporation,” he explained, gesturing to the vessel with his bound hands, “Tends to occur when it’s hot like this. Have you any to spare for a lowly defector?” Growling in response under your tone, you made to the other side of the cell and filled the jug left behind for those working security for the day.

Dunking the vessel into the barrel, you felt how physically warm the liquid was and scowled at it.

Noticing the expression on your face, Kuzan groaned below his breath. He could change it to make it cooler. He could change the entire room to make it cooler. He could think of a variety of things he could do with you to make the stay more bearable, but he held his tongue. Watching as you traveled over to his cell, he took a note of where the keys to his cuffs were on the ring you unhooked beside his cell door.

“Stay where you are, hands where I can see them at all times,” you stated in a low warning, “Make a move, and I will drink the entire container while you have no choice but to watch, you hear?”

“Yes ma’am,” he pursed his lips, revealing his palms beside his head with his knuckles scraping against the wood behind him, “I’ll be a good boy for you.”

Electing to ignore the connotations laced behind that comment, you took to the side of the cell and peered into the empty container to ensure it wasn't a trap before replenishing his supply with the fresh one from your jug. You both trailed one another with your eyes, the tension returning between you while the menial task was completed. Taking a moment to study him, you noticed how truly attractive he was. From his tall stature, to his dark curls, down his lengthy body, down to his remaining foot extended on the floor: Kuzan was incredibly handsome, and you hated how hot his gaze made you feel as it lingered on your body.

“Stop gawking at me like that,” you snarl at him, watching in the corner of your eye how high the jug raises the volume of the water. He continues to rake his eyes over your body: truly enjoying the display of flesh you’ve elected to reveal to him.

“Like what, lieutenant?” He slowly bats his eyelashes at you, tilting his head to the other side and pursing his lips innocently. Your glare hardens, your face falling stern and serious as you bore your eyes into him.

“Like I’m some meal to you.”

He chuckles at your choice of words, feasting on your body with each passing moment while shamelessly undressing you further with his eyes. Kuzan truly no longer cared whether you filled his water canister or not, opting to drink you in in lieu of water any day.

“Oh, lieutenant, you are a meal to me,” he uttered seductively in response, “And I haven't eaten this well in quite some time.”

Five days.

Five days of the heat swelling the room. Five days of being in close proximity of Aokiji Kuzan. Five days of tension between you rising. Five days of ensuring he remained alive and healthy for transport. Five days of thinking about him every night while you remained in your joined barracks with your fellow marines. Five days of being unable to release the tension pooling between your thighs to not be caught by your comrades.

Five days of tolerating his comments, his words, and the way he made you feel both validated and violated with his flirtatious comments aimed towards you.

“If I had my powers right now, I could cool you off,” he whispered huskily, his bottom jaw dropping as he gawked further, “Anything you wanted, baby. I would give you the world if you’d let me-.”

“-Stop it, prisoner,” you warned him, your temper teetering on the edge of your resolve, “Final warning.”

Chains rattling broke you from your simmering rage, his bound wrists rattling as he drew them down over his thighs. His lip curled high, both snarling and smiling at you with desire being the swelling embers behind his darkened eyes.

“Warning for what? I am offering you a reprieve from the heat,” he tilted his chin up, looking down through his eyelashes at you, “Remove my seastone, sweetness. Let me show you how good I can cool you off.”

Snapping, you discard the jug and allow it to roll to the floor, water tipping onto the wooden panels surrounding you. With all the strength you could muster, you gave in to your rage and approached him. Using your foot, you press it against his chest and shove him firmly back with your boot heel. Holding him firmly pinned against the wall behind him, you lean more pressure onto your leg and stoop lower.

Having the upper hand on a former admiral lasted for less than a heartbeat before he took his shackled wrists and nudged your foot easily away from his chest to fall beside his thigh. Given the position prior with your entire weight placed onto your foot, you fell unceremoniously onto his lap. Each leg easily took their place framing his thighs beneath yours, eyes now level.

There was no opportunity to scream, snarl, or growl a reprimand at him before his lips collided messily with your own. Groans and whimpers fell easily from his lips as he attempted to hold you flush against him with his bound hands. His kiss was lustful, passionate, and aggressive: his former cool-headedness all but fleeing him the longer his lips lingered on your flesh.

“Desserter-,” you snarl angrily into his lips, attempting to pull away from his hard kiss to no avail.

“-Kuzan,” he moaned into your mouth, tilting his chin and circling your face, “My name is Kuzan. Use it.” The short hair on his chin and upper lip grazed the skin of your face with his passionate exchange.

In lack of your better judgment, you had no choice but to whine into his lips as he ordered you. His admiralty tone still found purchase in your head and reverberated in your obedient marine soul. Temperatures finally flaring enough, you roughly grip his dark curls and yank them back. He released a gasped groan in response, his lips still attached firmly to yours as he didn’t fight the feeling of your hands laced in his hair.

“Take off my cuffs,” he barked at you, his chains rattling as he attempted to grip your thighs in heavy fistfuls, “Now.”

The way his words held your judgment in an anchor made you feel as if he was using some kind of haki to dominate you. You knew that wasn’t the case. The slick pool of arousal dampening your panties spoke in prologues to your neediness of him. Your fingers moved against their will, your mind screaming at you to think with anything other than your pussy as you drew your shaken hands to unclick his shackles: all the while his kiss pressed into your lips with vigor.

As soon as his seastone fell easily to the floor, you both pulled apart and took a moment to gauge the way the other was feeling.

You just unshackled a bound prisoner, simply because he had baited you with a few suggestive words. That suggestion led you to disobey a direct order and follow the way your emotions ran rather than to heed to your call as a marine and chastise him for poor behavior.

Kuzan knew he could run. He should use this time to escape now. Convincing a needy and repressed marine to unshackle him took a long time, but his charisma lucked out with you. He could push you aside, trap you within the cell, escape to claim his freedom with the nomadic lifestyle that came with piracy. But he couldn’t.

Not with the way your clothed pussy felt against his lap, and certainly not with the intensity the heat made the both of you feel.

That realization only met you both for the bat of a butterfly’s wing before he was on you again. Hungry lips swelling yours with the intensity of his bruising kiss, Kuzan pushed you onto your back on the warm floor. Your undershirt stuck to your skin with the sheen of sweat glistening in your skin, desire fueling your passions in the midst of the moment.

When his lips pried away from yours, kissing a hot trail down your neck, your skin began to tingle beneath his cool breath. The seastone now released from your prisoner’s wrists returned his devil fruit ability to him with full fruition. The tenth titanic captain of the Blackbeard pirates was cooling your skin beneath the intensity of his heated kisses. Each time he mouthed at a pinpoint of your body, the coolness shrouded your skin and shot relief to your soul.

“Kuzan,” you gasped his name as he mouthed at your pulse with the heavy neediness, “N-No marks, please-.”

“-I know, baby,” he whispered against you, moving down to mouth at your pale undershirt, “Nowhere visible above your uniform. I'm aware.” His possessive growl was ripped from his throat when his trail was halted by the material, “Remove this and give me something I can mark up. I want you.”

The air began to thin with his ability cooling the atmosphere around you both, but the thickness of passion between you continued to build in intensity. As you reached down and gently placed your shirt to the side, he hastily drew his hands to your belt and expertly unbuckled the fastenings with a few quick swipes. You gasped out a squeak in protest, but it was quickly stifled by his lips colliding with yours once more.

He used his body weight to stamp you to the floor as you shared breaths. As the heat of your needy exhales expelled from your lips, the cool vapors of his own replaced the ones you lost.

“Thankful we lost the cuffs?” he smiled against your lips before tearing them away and searing his eyes into your body. You curled your lip and bucked your hips up, trapping the back of his knee beneath your heel and switching positions. Pinning the prisoner beneath you, you glared down at him while circling your hands around his wrists.

“I'm regretting not chaining you down to this floor and riding your face until I'm satisfied,” you quip back at him. Left in your bra and panties, you felt his hands draw up and sneak his fingers beneath the hem and play with the flesh of your ass.

“I don't need chains for you to do that, baby,” he purred up at you darkly, “Take a seat, and I'll have you screaming for me.” He annuncified the statement by slapping your ass before molding the flesh beneath his hands.

You were unsure whether you should be offended at his words, or aroused further by them. He was your prisoner, you his guard, him an ex-marine admiral, you a lieutenant rising in the ranks. Weighing up the options, you quipped your head to the side and allowed passion to once again guide you.

Crawling up his long chest, you tugged your panties to the side and revealed your glistening pussy to him as to test how serious he was. Accepting your challenge, he gripped your thighs and immediately pressed you down onto his face and licked a fat stripe from your slit to your clit in one lengthy motion. You sucked in a silent scream when he continued to slowly and passionately collect your essence into his tongue without protest, romancing your core with each intentional glide of his skilled muscle.

“Kuzan,” you whined in a breathy gasp, causing him to chuckle up into you. His eyes never left your face as he used his hard grip on your much smaller body to rock your core against his face.

“That's it, pretty girl," he praised you, his hands disappearing beneath the material of your panties to press your body further against his lips. Muffling his words up at you, he continued, “Get off on your prisoner's face. Let me feel you.”

Given how pent up you had been watching over Kuzan for the past five days, the coil in your abdomen bound tight quickly. Stomach knit in heavy knots, your pussy fluttered against his lips and tongue and he mouthed at you. Alternating between latching onto your clit and swirling his tongue against it, before drawing his face down to fuck your needy cunt with his tongue while nosing at your clit, Kuzan’s eyes never left you.

You were gorgeous. Everything about you was gorgeous. From the curvature of your breasts, to the shape of your ass, to the partition of your lips, to the hue of your hair: he loved it all. And he hated that he did.

“More,” he growled up into you, “Give me more, lieutenant. Cum for me. Cum on my tongue.”

Focussing on your clit, he mouthed at the small bud while concentrating a small coolness onto you. The combination of the coolness of his devil fruit with the warmth of his tongue tipped you over that edge.

Dancing on the edge of ecstasy, one more rotation of his tongue around your clit and you were cumming hard on his face. Muscles of your stomach tensed and flexed as you rode through your high. His steady hands splayed on your ass cheeks as he guided you expertly through your release.

Just as you came down from your high, you were met with a crude shock to your large joy.

Ice bound your wrists and flung you to the wall behind you. Knees drawn up to your chest, black flush with the wall, he bound your body to the wood with his devil fruit. Your eyes rounded in shock, body still sensitive from riding through your bliss to process what was happening.

The prisoner bested you. He was going to escape, you were going to be punished for your insubordination, and your career was to be ruined. As he rose to his full stature, you had no choice but to watch as he dusted off his pants and produced a shard of ice to extend from his absent knee down to the floor.

You had released your prisoner, and after cumming so hard on his lips, he was going to leave you in your bra and panties against the wall for your superior to find.

Tearing your eyes away from his face and clenching them tightly shut, you felt shame wash over you like a cool bucket of water. Your body was still twitching in soft aftershocks as you heard the rustling of materials. Assuming he was donning his shirts and personal effects, you were shocked to feel his lips on your neck and bare chest flush with your own.

Your eyes reopened, quickly finding purchase on his thick curls as he hummed against your skin.

“Thought I'd leave you like this, didn't you?” he sighed against your skin, “No way, sweetness. Not when I haven't felt the way your pretty pussy wants so badly to take my cock. Nuh uh.”

“You-...?” Your breath was stolen from you as he dragged his cockhead against your sensitive entrance. His height at full stature was over nine feet tall, and the circumference of his cock was enough to have you whine as he rocked it against your panties.

“I know.” He nodded his head against your clit, “I'm big. But you can take me, can't you?” Tugging down your bra, he groaned in bliss as your breasts were freed from the shroud of the material.

The ice spread your legs, moving beneath the will of its master to hold them apart for him. He rocked his hips, against your clothes cunt, groaning as he did so. Ice cracked and swelled, dragging across your stomach and binding you to the wall. His lips traced down to your nipples: swirling, tugging, and releasing them with a taut pop.

“You want this, don't you?” Kuzan purred against your skin, “Tell me you want this. Big pirate making a little marine feel so helpless. Say it. Say ‘I want this, Kuzan’.” He drew his lips up to your neck once more, trailing a flurry of kisses towards your jaw while his ice toyed with the border of your nipples.

“Say it.”

“I want this, Kuzan.”

The words spilled from your lips before you could tell them not to. You were bewitched by him, possessed by a lust that you had never known. His smile was felt against your jaw as he drew his eyes up to meet yours. Tugging aside your panties once more, he lined up his cock with your entrance: soft beads of pearlescent precum beading in need at the slit.

“That's my girl.”

Those three words were all the warning he gave you before his lips bit and ravished yours. At the moment his rough kisses met with your lips, gasping and growling against your mouth: his cock softly rocked into your core. You whined desperately into his mouth as he pushed more of his cock inside to the ridge of his rim.

No matter how rough his kisses became, he was so careful with his cock pressing inside you. Kuzan knew how small you were in comparison to his stature, and he would never dream of injuring you in the thralls of passion. Although he was a pirate and you were a marine, he treated your body with the respect you deserved.

Five days of being close to you. Five days more for longing. Five days longer still for yearning. And five days longest for how many nights he fucked his fist to the thought of claiming you as his in the quiet of the night.

Finally passing that first ridge, your body took him like it was made for it. It was Kuzan’s turn to whimper into your neck, shuddering as he buried his face into your neck and cock into your pussy. Sinking down to half his length with little resistance, he became lost in the way your pussy sucked him in. Rocking against you, he gasped into your ear.

Eyes wide, you had never felt so full in your life. While he was your enemy, you had never felt a touch as gentle as his. He was so careful with his cock that you could take him, while he toyed with you with his devil fruit.

“Look down,” he whispered, “Look how deep you're taking me. How well you're taking a pirate's cock.” Doing as he ordered, you looked down and watched as his hips rocked in slow, languid thrusts. Cock disappearing within your cunt, you gasped out as you took him within you.

“Like being fucked by a filthy pirate?” He quipped, his cock sinking deeper, “Pretty marine getting her pussy destroyed by her prisoner. Come on, tell me you w-want m-more.”

His stutter gave out his hardened experior, his bliss truly being lost to him with each marriage of degradation and praise. He tried not to show how much he was enjoying this moment stolen with you.

As soon as he got you off once, he had no doubt he was going to flee from his cell and claim his freedom. But he was in love with the way you cried out for him. He was obsessed, consumed with longing for your release joining with his.

Sensing this dynamic shift while being bound to the wall, you decided to goad him into more.

“Does the filthy pirate want to show the marine who's boss?” you whispered against his ear, biting at the lobe and attempting to rock against him to the best of your restrained ability. “Does the filthy pirate want to fill his marine with his cum? Pathetic.”

“Pathetic?” he parrotted back, his hips snapping with more purpose, “Does this feel pathetic to you?” His pace increased, his desperation more tangible with each in-thrust.

Ice eclipsed both your nipples, only giving way when he dipped his lips down to roll your pebbled bud within his hot mouth to contradict the cold with the warmth. You mewled beneath his lips, your pussy fluttering beneath his harsh momentum.

Coil building further in your abdomen, you felt another orgasm approach you with a low build. Kuzan was nearing his peak, his cock already beginning to expel sticky waves of precum within your stomach. Kuzan was becoming sloppy with his movements, his balls sucking up into his stomach the closer he became to his release.

“Gonna cum, Kuzan?” Your question fled from your lips like a needy whine informing him you were reaching your end, “Gonna fill me up with your cum? Go on, pirate. Tarnish me. Ruin me.”

“Nnnnghh- fuck,” Kuzan growled into your neck, biting just below to collar to anchor himself to you, “Gonna cum. Gonna- fuck, I'm cumming. Ah-, shit.”

Ropes of viscous cum met with your cervix with his verbal confession, his hips rutting against your core and giving in to the feeling of your cunt fluttering around his shaft. As he met his peak, you met yours. Walls contracting around his shaft, you cried out for him while he filled you.

“Hhah- cumming,” you warned him, your pussy sucking him in with every wave of your secondary ecstasy. Milking him of his cum, your cunt squeezed his thick cock as you both met the waves of your highs in the arms of one another.

The dancing lights split your vision white, just as it did his own. You had never felt the way you did in the arms of this former admiral, nor did he buried deep within the pussy of a marine lieutenant. As you both finished, he slunk his head forward and collected you into his arms. Ice cracked like glass, the shards dropping to the ground and simmering like embers against the floorboards.

He ushered you onto the ground, sitting back on his calves and holding his cock deep within your pussy. Both panting and catching your breath, you sat within the shared breath with the man who ushered you into twin highs in close succession. Dwelling in the silence, your hearts beat as one as the heat dampened down between you both.

“You have a fifteen minute head start, former admiral,” you sighed, stroking his cheek with your palm. He blinked slowly at you, taking in your words while coming down from his high.

“What do you mean-?” He began, halting beneath your interruption.

“-It takes the average marine seven minutes to shake off haki,” you nodded, pressing your forehead against his and brushing your noses together, “You conquered me. I was helpless. Do you understand, pirate?”

Kuzan was taken aback, shaking his head and searching your eyes. You nodded against him, your smile slowly splitting up your cheeks.

“I conquered you?” he asked softly.

“Knocked me out completely,” you laughed in response. Gently pressing your lips to his forehead, you unsheathed his cock from your pussy and began to collect your things. “You have fifteen minutes to redress. Get to it before I catch you.”

“Catch me?”

You smiled as you gathered your uniform into your arms. Kuzan, the former admiral he was, was truly clueless when he was spent of his release. Balls and head both empty, he reached for you in craving of your touch.

“Kuzan,” you warned him, “You escaped your shackles after you found the strength to conquer me. You collected the keys, unbound yourself, and fled. You left me alive as witness to your escape.” Kuzan understood, nodding along as he came to terms with what you were expressing to him.

You were enemies. An ex-marine turned to piracy, and a marine in charge of his capture. Both of you knew how wrong this was, but your bodies couldn't help but to sing how right it could be. He could never give up his freedom for you, and you would never turn to piracy for him. No matter how your bodies felt together, and how easy the intimacy came to you both: you could never be together like this.

“Fifteen minutes?” He asked you, halting to cup your ass in his firm hands, “Is that all I'm worth to you?”

Rolling your eyes in response, you playfully slapped his arm while you scampered to find your uniform.

“You're lucky I gave you more than nine, pirate,” you snarl at him, “I gave you that extra six for making me cum twice.” Kuzan laughed, finding his effects and beginning to don them while you fixed your uniform up.

“I will see you again, lieutenant,” Kuzan whispered while fixing his belt at the waist, “And when I do, I am going to make you cum so hard you'll renounce your vows and join me in piracy.”

“And when I find you again,” you warn in return, “You're going to cry for me while I show you that quips and taunts are not all I can do with my tongue.”

Kuzan gulped, truly wanting to experience that thought while he shrugged on his heavy overcoat. You began affixing your coat once more to your persons, making sure each button was marine-issue ready. He watched on with a shudder to his jaw and a feral urgency in his eye that craved that meeting between now and then to become smaller.

“Until the next time, then,” Kuzan offered with an extended hand. Placing your hand within, he drew your knuckles up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against it.

“Until I see you again,” you responded in kind, nodding to him as he released your hands with his kiss. The temperature began to fluctuate between you. The weather mixing with Kuzan’s abilities made for a more pleasant atmosphere between you currently, but the heat between you would continue to grow with every passing moment.

Both of you couldn't wait until the next time you saw one another again: both hoping you could truly best the other.

Only time would tell.

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[worstgenerationloser]

, , Why can't I just spend the night? ' '

Pairing... One Piece Multi x Female! Vampire! Reader.

Posted... January 28th, 2025.

Updated... In progress.

Bites... 0.

Timeline... Medieval Fantasy.

Contents... Graphic descriptions of blood and violence, heavy sexual themes, use of alcohol and other recreational drugs, major character death, use of emotional manipulation, sexual uses of magic and witchcraft, slight cannibalism, plus angst and arguments.

Introduction...

You are a vampire. Long ago, there were tales of your insatiable bloodlust shared across the lands, you had acolytes who worshipped you as their deity— or so you thought. After having been betrayed and forced to slumber, you wake up and search for answers... and warm bodies to feed off of.

Who is the best bite?

Nico Robin, an archaeologist who stumbled into your castle. She's lucky you're somewhat nice.

Portgas D. Ace, an overly friendly werewolf. He's annoying.

Monkey D. Luffy, Ace's little brother. One of his ears is still folded.

Aokiji Kuzan, the man almost as cold as you. What is he, exactly?

Shanks, a well-known adventurer around the world. You're jealous of his success.

Benn Beckman, also a well-known adventurer, and Shanks' closest friend. Shanks trusts him with his life.

Silvers Rayleigh, a retired old guild master. He's onto you.

Dracule Mihawk, a fellow vampire. He keeps to himself, mostly.

Vinsmoke Sanji, a young runaway prince. He thinks he's being subtle about finding you attractive.

Nami, a navigator for the Fleur Kingdom's Marines. She wants to see the world and map it all out, Robin is helping her.

Roronoa Zoro, a vampire hunter. He's one of the few people who know vampires still exist.

Usopp, a cowardly elf who lives alone. He's searching for his father, who supposedly joined the adventurers guild.

Doflamingo, an incubus in disguise. He's worked his way up in the rankings of the kingdom, and he won't stop until he's at the top of the world.

Eustass Kid, a demon of old reborn into a new body. All he craves is chaos and death, and maybe a bit of you.

Sabo, the angel who hangs around werewolves. Even though you're technically a distant relative of a demon, he's kind to you— is it a facade?

Hungry for more? Tell me your desires.... (it is possible for you to request characters to be added to the bite list before the first chapter is posted! Check below for more info)

Notes from the author.... ↓

If you're wondering more about the world, the list of magical beings present are below!

Succubi/Incubi

Witches

Elves

Demons

Angels

Vampires

Werewolves

Dragons

Fairies

If you want a character requested, tell me if you want me to make them a certain species!

[merbear25]

Yay can I have a fem! Reader with Kizaru and Aokiji headcanons with an innocent virgin reader?

Thank u!!

Hello! Thank you for sending in a request! It's my first time writing for Kizaru, so I hope I did him justice. Hope you like it 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, implied age gap, reader is a virgin and innocent, mutual pining, vaginal penetration

With a virgin reader (Kizaru, Aokiji)

Kizaru

He was attracted to you before he knew you were a virgin. Of course he was. You being one had no effect on how he felt about you.

You were absolutely adorable. There were so many times he thought about sitting you in his lap just to see you blush. 

The thought of your sweet face found him at his weakest moments. He’d done things to the vision of you that he wasn’t exactly proud of.

He wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with. Knowing that you wanted him too just made you that much sweeter.

His hands favored your thighs. When you sat close to him, he placed his hand on your leg and rubbed his thumb against your bare skin. Nothing came of it. He didn’t try to slip it under your dress. The feel of your skin against his was all he was after sometimes.

There was a certain charm about waiting for you to make the move to the next step. He didn’t want to take away the chance from himself to see you flustered.

Light teasing ensued which only made you more embarrassed. He liked when you acted this way, though. It made you seem untouched by the chaos in the world.

His touch was firm but not aggressive. His hands kneaded your soft body, wanting to remember exactly how you felt.

He started off slowly, helping you get used to the size of him. Without even meaning to, his hips bucked a bit faster and deeper.

Those whimpers and gasps from you were better than his imagination could’ve ever conjured. His control wasn’t completely gone because he craved your pleasure as much as his.

He wasn’t the biggest on after care, but lazy kisses on your temple followed your shared climax as he laid for a moment with you to catch his breath.

Aokiji

There was a time when he tried to convince himself that he wasn’t interested in you. You were too young for him, so what would you even talk about? You were too innocent, so what did you see in him exactly? You were inexperienced��

You made him a bit nervous. He towered over you, he could squish you like a bug, and here he was anxious about touching you.

There were long nights he found himself in his office thinking about you. You were so sweet compared to him.

Even though he was struggling coming to terms with his feelings for you, the thought of you being with someone else caused his heart to sink.

You liked him too. He could see it on your face.

Spending alone time together soon after another night thinking about you left him in a bit of a daze.

The way you laughed, smiled at him, tucked your hair behind your ear: he found you irresistible.

Gentle. His touch took your breath away. Your trembling body as he came closer made you feel as if your heart was about to burst out of your chest.

Patient. He let you adjust to him. Your pleasure was put above his own not only because it was your first time, but because he just wanted to make you feel incredible.

He eased into you slowly and carefully. Holding you closely, his body shook slightly against yours. 

Each moan was cherished. Your flushed face was covered in soft kisses. He took his time with you, wanting to feel you climax for the first time around his length.

After care would be a must for him. It was his way of showing his depth of adoration. Each lingering whimper made his heart swell with immense satisfaction.

[kobyluu]

PAIRING! kuzan x fem! reader SYNOPSIS! where kuzan is your husband, and you two have a toddler daughter together. WORD COUNT! roughly 0.8k WARNINGS! implied pregnancy, (really brief) mention of poverty, intentional lowercase NOTES! the dividers i used are from dollywons (except the one with my blog name on it)

dad kuzan! who never imagined himself becoming a father, much less a girl dad, when he was younger.

dad kuzan! who, however, quickly changed his mind when he met you all those years ago. when something just clicked, and now he's married to you, and has a daughter together with you.

dad kuzan! who considers both you and his daughter the biggest blessings in his life.

dad kuzan! who thinks that being a girl dad is the most amazing thing ever, and he's so so grateful that he gets to experience it thanks to you blessing him with a daughter.

dad kuzan! who would proudly show off his adorable daughter to his former mentor, telling garp that she is his proudest accomplishment.

dad kuzan! who keeps looking for matching outfits for you and your daughter to wear, because seeing the two most important people in his life wear similar clothes, just makes him smile, especially because his daughter inherited all your pretty physical traits.

dad kuzan! who lets his daughter style his hair however she feels like it, not caring if it looks silly or not. who would always show off his newly aquired hairstyles to you, praising your daughter for how skilled she is already with styling hair despite her young age.

dad kuzan! who always makes it a priority to praise his daughter as much as possible. he feels that positive confirmation will help his daughter develop a healthy confidence in her own abilities, and he just wants his daughter to know how amazing she already is.

dad kuzan! who, whenever your daughter wants to play with camel, will always make sure to keep an eye on her and make sure nothing will happen to her, considering camel's large size and all. it's not that he doesn't trust his giant-sized penguin companion, he's just incredibly overprotective over anyone he cares about, even if he would never admit that.

dad kuzan! who always finds himself smiling whenever he watches you and his daughter play together, even though he doesn't smile that often most of the time. the sight just warms his heart, reminding him of enjoyable domestic moments truly were.

dad kuzan! who would always make sure to mention his family as little as possible to people he doesn't trust, in order to protect them from any danger. unlike some other marine officers, he would never want his daughter to join the marine, simply because he would be too worried about her getting hurt. however, if she did eventually ask him on her own accord to join the marine, of course he would respect her decision.

dad kuzan! who spoils your daughter almost too much at times. while of course you care for your daughter a lot too, you more often than not end up having to be the one to make sure that your daughter won't become too spoiled.

dad kuzan! who just has a major soft spot for his daughter, and he would buy her as many toys or clothes as she wants to have, especially because he himself used to be poor.

dad kuzan! who gives his daughter nothing less than princess treatment, because she deserves only the best.

dad kuzan! who tries to have as much time as possible for his daughter despite his obligations. he would postpone any appointment he has if it overlaps with days he wants to spend with his family.

dad kuzan! whose priority is to try and spend at least one day a week together on a family outing, just doing whatever his daughter wants to do. spending time together as a family is one of his biggest priorities, to make sure that his daughter knows that she's growing up in a healthy household where everyone loves each other.

dad kuzan! who finds himself becoming more and more interested with some of the TV shows his daughter watches, going so far as to just to watch it together with her, even staying awake at times where he'd usually take a nap. if that doesn't make it obvious enough how much he loves his daughter, then he doesn't know what else would. because who else would he go out of his way to miss nap time for, other than you?

dad kuzan! who partakes in any tea party his daughter holds. he would make sure to follow whatever roleplay she's doing of at the moment, and if he'd have to sit at a really tiny table among a group of adorable plushies, or dress up like a princess, then so be it. if it makes his daughter happy, he'll do anything she wants to do.

dad kuzan! who's naturally ecstatic when your daughter is asking for a sibling, saying that 'she wants to have someone who she can play with all the time'. he's obviously more than eager to fulfill his daughter's wish.

dad kuzan! who totally doesn't want another child just because it's an excuse to be even more intimate than usual with you again ever since the birth of your daughter.

[sanaserena]

I just had a thought, after seeing a meme. Now I wonder.... which would you most willingly suffer through? xD

After writing up the poll, I mayyyyy have a choice, even if it's not my overall favourite character. So, who is yours? Feel free to interpret as you like 😉

(And yes, you can probably see a theme on my tumblr on which characters I tend to use... 😅😅)

Post-poll: The results omg. Okay, I did kind of anticipate it. Since I had similar thoughts, but it's nice to see every other character get some love despite their "characteristics" xD

Here are my thoughts when I asked myself the same (in the undercut):

Doffy: Sorry, you might be my favourite villain but there's such a thing as personal space and no, that bit of personal space does not have your name on it!

Aokiji: You are one of my absolute faves, but I hate the cold. So I'll have to pass thanks! (I only realised after posting the poll that I was just thinking vaguely that it was 5°C but it could be interpreted as 5°F. But the poll is so limited in character spaces that I left out the C/F and left it for interpretation. Both are cold anyway xD)

Rosi: You are my second option, if I can bear to have my things broken that is. Maybe if I puppy proof everything, it might be okay, get super protective bubble wrap on my laptop and delicate things, it'll be fine!

Kid: As a fave, you're great, but I need sleep, and you also don't take no for an answer. So, no thanks. I mean if you took yes as an answer, sure, maybe, but no means no!

Ace: You're my all time fave, but even my tolerance for heat has its limits. I don't think we can afford all the icebags and you might break the cooling.

Killer: He would be my first pick, because he literally has the least problematic traits. Though, if he only cooks spaghetti and as someone who doesn't like wasting food, I might have a problem with a full spaghetti diet. BUT this is tolerable, I'll just put him on heavy exercise regime or something, so he eats as much as he cooks. Then I can cook what I like. *Looks at helmet* Fine, don't show, keep your face to yourself.

Drake: I would be fine with his pets. I like lizards and tortoises. But snakes? No thanks. And the space bit... I do like my personal space... don't care if his side is stacked to the ceiling though.

Well that was fun, thanks for the votes xD the reblog tags were hilarious to read.

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Yandere Ex Admirals

Current Admirals

🧊Kuzan (Aokiji)🧊

🧊Will act nonchalant when first meeting his S/O other than catching him glance at his S/O every once in a while, as something about them did catch his interest and such. He starts feeling more animalistic.

🧊He somehow always knows when his S/O is in trouble and comes to their aid when they are in trouble freezing those that are causing trouble for his S/O or helping them out in the minor invoices as they would need help. Slowly gaining their trust.

🧊His Yandere ways are more hidden unknown to his S/O as they are out shopping while he is sleeping he will think of ways to keep them around him. He will not allow his S/O out of sight for too long and isn’t against drugging them with a sleeping pill to have them sleep while he sleeps.

🧊He keeps things chilled so his S/O is around him and wants to be around him and in his arms. It is all control and a bit of manipulation to keep them with him, unknown to his S/O he only starts showing it when his S/O isn’t taking his soft suggestions.

🧊His S/O becomes more aware when they are in danger and seeing how his calm cool demeanor is becoming aggressive and dangerous. He will capture his S/O holding them close to them as it becomes aware that they also can’t get away from him as he will chance them, not even the deep waters in the Grandline would stop him thanks to his Devil Fruit.

🌋Sakazuki (Akainu)🌋

🌋He doesn’t hide he is a Yandere and is interested in his S/O though slowly it isn’t immediately, and it has to be his S/O who is pursuing him. He stays pretty indifferent to them till they catch his eyes, it doesn’t matter what his S/O achieved their goal and caught his interest.

🌋He is at first pretty distant as he is allowing his S/O to explore his manor, and check everything out while he has marines around them all the time watching and reporting everything to him. A few times he will allow his S/O out but most of time out of the manor but a few times he is with them.

🌋He isn’t a fan of other people chatting or talking with his S/O getting jealous right away if a stranger even looks in their direction and not hesitating to his authority to make sure they understood that he wouldn’t want anyone taking his toy away.

🌋He really starts seeing his S/O as his own toy as he is a selfish man who wouldn’t allow anyone near his S/O other than those he ordered. Even those who are ordered aren’t allowed to talk to his S/O making the only company for them his Akainu himself.

🌋He will act indifferent when his S/O wants attention and praises them. He is a master at manipulating them, if his S/O doesn’t wonder or go far he will give them a treat. If they don’t listen he becomes indifferent and of course, he will blame his S/O if they are put in danger and while he will save them they will be in lockdown down even not leaving the room.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

honestly i have to know ー if you self ship with one of the marines, who is it and why? who is throwing it back for aokiji? who is out here trying to make homemade lunches for koby? who is trying to go down on tashigi? who is serenading kizaru or akainu?

i just have to know fr.

tell me your story.

what's your lore?

what pulled you into them?

i'll be seeing y'all on the blue seas as enemies because i fuck with ace and the whitebeard pirates but i just wanna know who my naval opps are

[writerwithnofreetime]

Random Headcanons for Aokiji/Kuzan

established relationship implied?

Note: I’ve been a fan of this type of content for a while, so I wanted to try my hand at actually writing it :)! If you have any suggestions, formatting tips, or feedback pls let me know! Enjoy :)

Fluff/Sfw

Kuzan is definitely the type whose love language is lazing around together.

The two of you can often be found under the shade of a tree, a book in your hand as he naps quietly in your lap.

It's interesting. I don't see him as the type to actually be married (not in the traditional sense at least) but once he has his long-time partner, he's yours.

All that flirting he used to do with randoms is replaced with him mentioning you every five seconds lol

Kuzan: 'my s/o, my s/o, my s/o'

He doesn't strike me as the jealous type, but he will not stand for anyone blatantly hitting on you in front of him.

He won't lash out per se, just give them an icy stare

He's also not very possessive. You're your own person and free to do whatever you like.

Trying to make him jealous would be pointless. He's too easy going.

He also doesn't think anyone could take him from you tbh.

Kuzan is quite flirtatious, and I think that he would appreciate a partner who's not afraid to flirt back.

"Oi, you're a pretty one! You free tonight?" To which you respond with a forwardness he usually never receives

Oh, he's tuned IN.

I also think it would be quite funny fitting for him to end up with a s/o that completely ignores him every time he hits on them

No blushing, no reaction, just carrying on like nothing was said

He'd be determined to get you to acknowledge him

I'm going to end up making a pt 2 I have so many for him lolol

nsfw below

Nsfw(ish)

CW: Fingering, Temperature Play, Nipple play, dirty talk, Slight (very slight) sadism, use of the word 'cunt'

If you're willing, you guys would fuck the first night.

He's grown as fuck. There's no point in waiting if it's what you both want.

If you're not with it, no worries. He doesn't mind waiting.

Whenever you two end up hooking up, it will definitely be a pleasant experience.

I know everyone else hcs him as a lazy lover, but I beg to differ.

He is slow- and deliberate. Especially the first time you guys have sex

You're in very good hands. Excellent hands. Dexterous hands.

He knows how to use his fingers.

Temperature play is definitely involved. Kuzan feels it would be a waste of his devil fruit otherwise.

He's a very soft dom with a slight (and I do mean slight) torture kink. He'll coax you through everything.

He consistently talks FILTHY.

You'll be whimpering in his lap, with two fingers deep in your cunt while his other hand nips at your nipples

"Tell me, baby, does it feel good? Good enough to make you cream on my fingers?"

He's going to take his time exploring your body. Foreplay won't end until he's certain that you're ready to take his dick.

He will edge you.

Of course, he's still pretty lazy so. All his favorite positions are ones where he can hold you close, or where you do most of the work.

He loves it when you ride him.

He'll offer his support with his mouth- either kissing various parts of your body (your tits) or whispering some naughty shit in your ear.

His hands will either be at your hips helping you bounce up and down his dick, rubbing at your clit, or grabbing one of your tits.

He's a boob man.

He really likes praising you, especially for how good you are at taking all of him inside of you.

He really likes it when you moan his name (honestly, who doesnt tbh)

When Kuzan feels he's close, he'll change positions to missionary and pin you down to really dig you out

If he can help it, he's going to make sure you cum first or directly after him

When he gets close, he talks a lot less- mostly just grunts, hisses and escaped moans.

He says your name a lot.

For your guy's first encounter, he uses a condom and just finishes inside you.

After you guys have been together and have had conversation(s) about it, he goes raw

His favorite place to finish is on your torso. Of course, he loves when it gets on your boobs too.

[abbythewritor]

"Fairness" One Piece x Saitama reader, Masterlist.

Author: I've received so much love and support on this story, and I am truly blessed with your kind comments. Here is the Master list of all the chapters, and I will update it occasionally. Please be patient with me because there will be times when I will be super busy and barely have time to update at all, so I will try to crank out chapters as much as I can.

Prologue.

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Eight.

Chapter Nine.

Chapter Ten.

Chapter Eleven.

Chapter twelve.

Chapter thirteen.

Chapter fourteen.

Chapter fifteen.

Chapter sixteen.

Chapter seventeen.

Chapter eighteen.

Chapter Nineteen.

Chapter twenty.

[moonbaby26]

Doflamingo’s Marine

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

(Doflamingo x Fem!Reader, NSFW) You were an overly ambitious young marine under Tsuru’s command. Without knowing, you had also caught the Heavenly Demon’s eye for quite a while before he finally made his move on you. His fascination with you borders on obsession, wanting your mind, body, and future as his own to control. Story begins eight years before Doflamingo’s defeat by Luffy.

This fic also includes Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader, Smoker x Reader, and Doflamingo x Crocodile as exes/past relationships. Please see individual chapters for content warnings. Smut heavy, but with plot.

Chapter 1 - Basement Negotiations

Chapter 2 - Sabaody Shakedown

Chapter 3 - Lovers

Chapter 4 - Rainy Day Man

Chapter 5 - The Victor

Chapter 6 - An Invitation

Chapter 7 - The Nest

Chapter 8 - Two Conditions

Chapter 9 - Abduction

Chapter 10 - Black Swans

Chapter 11 - The Crane

Chapter 12 - Past Wounds

Chapter 13 - Sweet Nothings

Chapter 14 - Interference

Chapter 15 - New Day

Chapter 16 - Proposal

Chapter 17 - Before the Storm

Chapter 18 - The Best Laid Plans

Chapter 19 - Trust

Chapter 20 - Breeding Grounds

Other Fics Masterlist

[meloarto-me]

Blackbeard's Pirates x You

Something quick, because I was bored and haven't posted anything in a long time.

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I hope you enjoyed it (: Again, I apologize for the mistakes.

Box Opened <3

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Marshall D. Teach: *Eats a Cherry pie and sips it with alcohol*

You: Can I have a piece of cake?

Marshall D. Teach: No *slices of cake fall from his mouth*

You: 😩 I won't bake you any more cherry pie.

Marshall D. Teach: What!

You: Bake it yourself *stands up and walks away*

Marshall D. Teach: *Has already given you a piece, but you leave. (The sad admiral will no longer have a delicious cake from you)*

Jesus Burgerss: *taps his muscles/shows off in front of you*

You: your vein is about to burst old man

Jesus Burgers: 🙁 *sad_puppy.exe*

You: *sighs*. Come on give me a hug *spreads arms*

Jesus Burgess: *hugs you* Thank you! *happy child child.exe*

(You are in the stork's nest)

You: I want to eat...

Van Augur: Then go eat

You: No

Van Augur: *looks at you with this look on his face 😐*

You: 😩 I don't want to go down

Van Augur: I'll drop you and you'll be closer

You: 😐

Van Augur: 😉

Laffitte: *stabs you with grace*

You: Tap me again and I'll shove this stick up your ass

Laffitte: *stabs with a smile*

You: I'll KiLl you you whore!

Laffitte: *runs away screaming like a little girl*

You: *takes a kitchen knife. And you run after him*

Jesus Burgess in the background: 😬

Doc Q: *is as sick as ever and lies on the floor*

You: Are you dying?

Doc Q: Yes for many years, I was born in the wrong body

You: Whatever, more important question *you look at him* Can I take your body after death?

Doc Q: What-

You: Body, your, I will take, after, garbage?

Doc Q: ...No....

Shiryu: *smokes a cigar and wipes his sword clean*

You: Fucking smoker *whispers*

Shiryu: *looks at you* Did you say something?

You: Nooooo~~ *Innocent eyes*

Shiryu: I heard what you said

You: 😇 Well what are you addicted to and you will die, plus you are poisoning my precious air 😇

Shiryu: I'm not an addict, if I wanted to I would stop

You: Then you have a challenge, stop smoking

Shiryu: ...

Avalo Pizarro: *Playing with a cat*

You: *looks at him*

Avalo Pizarro: *starts purring like a cat*

You: I knew he was Furry *whispers*

Avalo Pizarro: *continues to play with the cat unconsciously*

You: *Takes pictures of him with the cat from hiding*

Vasco Shot: *Drinks alcohol like water*

You: *looks at him, ponders something*

Vasco Shot: *feels your gaze on him. I look at you* Topu~ Topu~ Topu~ what are you looking at me like that? *cough*

You: *folds hands in front of you*

60% of the mass of the human body is water, but in your case it's Alcohol.

Catarina Devon: *Reviews herself in the mirror*

You: *sits politely beside her*

Catrina Devon: God~ how I wish I was the most beautiful woman in the world

You: You are beautiful, the most beautiful!

Catrina Devon: *you say right away*

Catarina Devon: Oooo~ how lovely!*Hugs you to his chest*

You: *You try to breathe into her ample m breasts*

Sanjuan Wolf: *sleeps*

You: *sleeps on him*

Kuzan: *sleeps*

You: *touches him on the cheek*

Ey are you sleeping?

Kuzan: *tries to ignore you*

You: Ey don't sleep. *continues to poke him*

Kuzan: Let me sleep. *takes you in his arms and buttons you to sleep with him*

You: 😊

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[sexydoffyman]

Hi! Hope you are ok <3 can i request aokiji x s/o , in which the reader Is so shy that she can't talk with strangers? Like, tends to stutter and sweat a lot as well as being red in the face. Ed Aokiji is her comfort person...please and thank you in Advance. I hope you have a good day

COMFORT MAN

genre: fluff

word count: 153

A/N: little shorter, but I think it's not that bad. 🐟

"Who is this lovely lady I see?"

You started stuttering as you tried to answer his question. You really didn't know what to say. I mean, what are you supposed to answer in this situation.

"Hah, don't be scared of me, miss."

"Name's Aokiji."

That's how you two met. You didn't expect to be befriended by a stranger. When you think back... even then... he was flirting with you. Now in a two-year relationship with this man, you are happy that he took a liking to your shy side.

Every day after working, you fall into his embrace. He smiles at you sitting down on the couch. He sits you on his lap and listens to you complain about how hard it is to deal with people. He chuckles at everything you say while caressing your back.

"I know, darling. Get yourself some rest."

"Don't worry, I'll carry you to the bed later."

[merbear25]

What are akainu, aokiji, and Kizarus turn ons/turn offs?

Hey! I took a minute to consider what to include and decided against NSFW, so I hope you like it anyway! 💜💜

CW: SFW, gn!reader, headcanons

Innocent turn-ons/offs (Akainu, Aokiji, Kizaru)

Akainu

Turn-ons

Being a hard, studious worker would earn his respect but an extra flare of grace would have his eyes lingering a bit too long.

Respect towards your ethics and abilities would need to come before any romantic feelings blossomed. After this, he’d become more aware of subtle changes on the day to day: facial expressions, increase/decrease in talking, and punctuality.

Speaking of punctuality, he’d admire someone who could stick to a regime. This basic level of respect towards your work and him went a long way.

I have the strongest feeling that being extremely hygienic would be a major turn-on for him. This wouldn’t be limited to personal but keeping a clean workspace and home would also be important to him—orderly and pristine.

The scent of lavender and linen on your clothes and/or shampoo would be a guilty pleasure of his whenever you were near. Temptation pulled at him, but he resisted getting closer; that was until your relationship was established.

Turn-offs

There was nothing particularly wrong with having a strong or even abrasive personality, but when it became disruptive that was when it would put a rift between the both of you.

Having any kind of dirt on your clothes would be a major turn-off. If you’d just come back from a fight, you’d better tidy up before meeting with him.

An absence of professionalism wouldn’t be appreciated in the slightest. As a partner, he’d expect nothing but the best from you.

There would be no room for laziness or constant complaining in a romantic interest because he’d admire someone who pushed through the hardships with their head held high.

Aokiji

Turn-ons

When you brushed your hair behind your ear, the motion caught his attention. 

His eyes flickered over to you whenever you played with a random lock of your hair while deep in thought.

Being a dreamer would be something he’d be attracted to. There was something about the light in your eyes when you spoke of the future that made his heart race.

Bedhead and a sleepy appearance: you were adorable when you looked like a bit of a mess.

A soothing voice that didn’t usually reach a yell or scream would practically lull him to sleep (if he ever had an issue with that).

Someone who stuck to their morals and goals would earn his respect. This wouldn’t mean that they would need to perfectly align with his own, but instead mean they should remain firm in their core beliefs.

Cinnamon and apples would be his favorite scent that would quickly remind him of you. Of course the perfume, lotions, shampoo, and bodywash helped, but simply being reminded of your warm and comforting presence was the biggest draw.

An air of mystery would pique his interest, wanting to know what you may be hiding and being the one to uncover it.

Turn-offs

Having a flimsy sense of self. If you can be persuaded easily, that wouldn’t be attractive to him because there would be no base for trust.

Someone who was constantly on the go and never being able to appreciate down time would most likely cause some issues in a potential relationship.

No sense of humor. Though he wasn’t one to crack a lot of jokes, not being able to see the lighter side of life would eventually wear on him.

Being overwhelmingly pessimistic would not mix well with his personality. This wasn’t to say that having bad days or generally hard periods would be an issue, but when it spread to every and all aspects of life on even your normal or happy days that’d be when he lost interest.

Kizaru

Turn-ons

A sense of style, perhaps high-end more than anything else, would make you appear dazzling, a diamond in the rough.

Optimism that didn’t cloud your better judgement would be admirable. Having a mostly sunny personality would mix well with his character. This could mean your typical full grin but could also be the emotion you exuded in your quieter moments. Many give off an aura or air to themselves, so being around someone whose aura was overall pleasant would be a breath of fresh air.

Maturity would be a massive thing for him. Something about the way you could handle yourself even when tensions were high got to him in the best way possible.

Smelling of citrus and honey would remind him of the warmer months and have him dreaming of those less chaotic times again. The scents were warm, inviting and lively much like you, leaving him wanting to spend more time around you in the end.

If you were a good baker, he’d adore that. Knowing that the house would smell of tasty treats when he came home kept him smiling on more difficult days.

Turn-offs

Having absolutely no skills whatsoever. Skills was a term that covered many spheres, so not having at least one or two wouldn’t fare well for you with him.

Taking things to heart too often. The ability to let things roll off your shoulders like water off a duck’s back would be preferred, though he wasn’t unreasonable that some things would affect you more than others. That being said, being in a fragile emotional state constantly would be too much for him.

Not letting him compliment you at all. This didn’t include shyness, but instead would mean a love interest not enjoying him flattering them on their outfit, hair, personality, abilities, etc. He may not be excessive with compliments, but this would leave him feeling rejected if he didn’t get any kind of positive reaction.