#fem bartolomeo

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I'd be so attracted to bartolomeo if he was a hot punk lesbian

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HELLOOOOO!~

Today’s the daaaaaaay~

This is my contest entry for my lovely friend @swampstew

Anime: One Piece

Pairing: Bartolomeo the CannnibalxFem!Reader

Relationship: Established

Costume: American Gothic by Grant Wood https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/american-gothic/5QEPm0jCc183Aw?hl=en&avm=2

Word count: 2,023

Please enjoy!~

Warning: slightly suggestive

"Hello, fiends and friends!

You've been cordially invited to Buggy's Spooktacular! A fun party for all to enjoy! Drinks, games and contests with prizes!

Need to change? No problem! We have changing rooms at the ready!

Costumes are mandatory as it serves as your admission ticket. Those without costumes will pay a 6,000 Beri fine (hourly) in order to enjoy party.

See ya there, Jackasses!"

If there was something that you liked, was costume parties. They were a fun way to make friends, business and plans. You were looking forward to seeing your friends and other captains in this party as well. You knew a certain rubbery captain was invited and that made your appearance all the more mandatory.

"Hey, Doll-Did ya' see the invite?" You heard a certain green haired punk say as you gently placed the invite on the kitchen counter. It was early morning and you had spent the night at the Barto Club doing a lot of...special activities with its captain, Bartolomeo the Cannibal. He had curled himself against you, chin on the top of your head as you brewed him and yourself coffee. He took it black with a teaspoon of sugar. You took it mostly black, but wouldn't be against of spicing things up and adding things you'd want to like like different milks and sweetners from time to time.

"Think the costume contest will be a breeze?"

"Hell. No. Eustass Kid went as Terminator last year. I expect everything and anything moving forward." You grunted, making Barto chuckle and bent down enough to kiss your cheek, ready to take a sip from your brew.

"Welp, good thing is we can't repeat costumes." You mumbled softly, sipping your coffee. The morning carried on quiet as usual, you tending to a few documents and Bartolomeo tending to his crew. The party was a few islands away in two weeks. So you figured that you'd be able to craft something in such little time.

But this made it hard.

You were having trouble deciding what you wanted.

You had both stayed at a crossroad.

"I think we should go funny."

"I think we need to spooky it up."

There was no middle ground.

"Both?"

"Both."

'Both is good' you thought. Smirking at the possibilities and getting ready to move on with your day.

You had to do a couple stops at a fabric store and then to a costume shop. You were going to need all you could get.

A few days went by and now you were doing his measurements.

"Hold still, Sasquatch."

"You're being a bossy bitch, Honey-bunch."

You groaned, you knew this was going to be a problem. He was fidgety and so were you.

"Okay, sit down and stay VERY still and- shit, how are you tall even when you're sitting down!?"

You could hear the giggle he was trying to contain. Your distraught was giving him joy and you groaned.

He really thrived in riling you up.

"By the way, Luffy called-"

"HE DID!?"

"...yes. He asked if we were coming to Buggy's and I said yes." You finished. This was true and you knew this little trick will be your saving grace from not poking him with a very sharp needle.

"ShitwegottadoourbestcausenowIjustreallwannaimpressLuffywithmywholeoutfitAnditneedstobeperfect-"

And there he went.

Focused on getting through this costume fitting just so he could impress his favorite person in the world.

Strawhat Luffy.

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The more days passed, the party's stress was already getting to you. So bad- that you've accidentally poked him, 34 times, with the pins and needles in your hand. Thankfully, Bartolomeo learned his lesson on sitting perfectly still.

Until half hour ago, when he was getting very fidgety.

"Stay. Fucking. Still."

"I'm trying, but your hands are really close to my dick and it makes it hard to stay firm in place."

You were at your wits end. You'd gladly hump the ever-lasting grin out of his face until he was whining and panting against your ear, asking to please let him cum with that comment just so he would flip the switch on you and pin you down against whatever surface, just for him to ravage you until he was spent but now wasn't the time get kinky. Especially when you had very sharp scissors in your hand.

Close to his crotch.

"Stay fucking STILL."

"Then stop fucking poking me, Pinhead!"

"WHO YOU CALLING PINHEAD!?"

The bickering didn't end.

It just got worse.

The moment you finally had everything measured and pinned to place, disaster strikes.

In the form of a Marine attack.

You were livid. It was a surprise attack and Bartolomeo was using a sea prism cuff because he didn't want to accidentally hurt you by conjuring up a barrier. He was trying to be careful with the very sharp objects on his body and scrambling to get the keys for the cuff as you readied yourself with any weapon you could find to defend yourself with.

The attack was a surprise but you were merciless.

The way you bent and stretched, leaned and crouched- were a sight to be seen. Contortionist as you were, you could make your mark flawlessly from any angle in the weirdest of positions.

'Fly like a butterfly, fight like a tank.' Was something Barto thought of you the moment the fight started.

You were going to have to be more careful moving forward. As a person of interest, you held information that would sink the pirate captains and meet their fate with Davey Jones.

Once the Marines were left useless and discarded, you all went on route to Buggy's coordinates.

The party would start soon and the blue haired clown wasn't known for his unmeasurable patience.

You remembered that costume changes were permitted so you both decided to make another costume. This one being for after the competition and for some...extra-curricular activities you both could enjoy in case the party was a bust.

Best be prepared, right?

Once the evening settled in, you received a transmission from another ship on your course, warning you of weather conditions worsening once you passed the threshold for the summer islands.

Meaning there was a hurricane passing through and you had no island to dock yet.

Fantastic.

You advised Bartolomeo to do a slight detour, safety first. He agreed that it was first and foremost so he tried to sail towards the last island he could find before the storm worsened and bared the weather.

Once everything was set, protected and everyone was inside: you were in bed, all snug and ready to bare the weather in Bartolomeo's arms, asleep.

~*~

It was a week before the costume party and it was fully got in your nerves.

Nothing wanted to come out right.

The scissors broke.

The wigs weren't ready.

The shoes were damaged- everything that wasn't supposed to happen, happened.

It didn't help that you and Bartolomeo were bickering like an old couple. You were hours from porting on the island Buggy mentioned on the invite and you felt like the world was against you.

Most of the party goers were already on the island on business or just because they could lounge a little.

The days moved on until they neared the day of the party and, no thanks to life, you were behind. So behind, that this was your third all-nighter. Your hands hurt, your eyes were unfocusing and you were drifting and waking up in shock as you were working with the final costume details.

Only to notice only tiny problem...

The costume you were supposed to be wearing was too big and Barto's was too small for him.

Which led you to a funny yet horrible realization:

You have to tell Bartolomeo that he's going to be the prettiest girl in the party.

Literally.

Just as you were going to fix the costume, he strolled in with a cup of coffee for you and a scowl.

"You need to break, babe."

"You need to shut up, sweetheart."

It didn't help that you were cranky. A few minutes had passed and you sniffled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you." You mumbled, eyes still focused on your work as you put down the scissors and the needles down.

"I gotta tell you something though...l accidentally made my costume your size and your costume, my size..."

The silence that followed was a little unnerving but before you could look at him, he had already placed your mug down and was inspecting the costume you had worked on.

"I get to be a chick and you get to be my pops?"

You nodded, lips forming a pout as he just smirked at the costume.

"What's the backup costume?"

"Skeletons. We'd glow in the dark."

"Perfect. After the contest is over: we change into this, we get piss drunk and make out, alright?"

Happy with what you're hearing- you nodded and stood up from your seat. There were urging him to sit down and once he did, you climbed up his lap kissed his lips silly. His hands were wrapped around you and nuzzled his nose with yours when the kiss ended.

The days moved fast once more and it was the day of Buggy's party.

You were now doing Bartolomeo's hair as he patiently waited for you to finish. You had clipped his hair carefully and then pulled in his wig cap to place the soft blonde wig on his head. Clipping the back of the wig in a pretty bun with a divide in the middle of the wig. You contoured his edges to where the wig started and we're thankful that he was without eyebrows.

He had nude make up on, his septum was inverted and away from the public's eyes, the tattoo under his right eye was barely visible- he almost looked like a normal person.

Save for the fangs and the height, that is.

Once he was with makeup and thin eyebrows, clothing him was easy. He carefully slipped on a soft linen long sleeved shirt with a rounded collar, black long-sleeve ankle-high dress with the white cuffs poking out of his sleeves. A thin wine colored vest with little dots and curls and a wavy hem.

And finally, an old broach he had stolen a long time ago.

Once he was ready, it was your turn.

You had to, unfortunately, wear a bald cap. You had secured all your hair neatly inside a wig cap and then placed the bald cap on your head. You had meticulously made faded hair on your cap, on the sides. You also made wrinkles on your face and had fake circular glasses perched on your nose.

The white cotton shirt with thin green strips was at least more breathable than the wigcap. Finishing your look with light blue jean overalls and black blazer.

"Hey, I got us something to hold up for pictures."

You looked at Bartolomeo curiously as you watched him stand up and pick something up from the floor.

You giggled.

It was a big, gold picture-frame.

"You would have to kneel to even think of getting a picture."

"That's what chairs are for, my honey."

You grinned. Both of you looked so convincing in your outfits that it would take a second look to Barto to recognize who he was.

"C'mon, let's head over to Buggy's and get this over with. I already wanna change into the back up and make out with the prettiest blonde in a dark corner." You mumbled, packing a little satchel with the glow in the dark skeleton costumes.

"That's pretty Freudian of you." Bartolomeo quipped as he pinned you against the door before leaving, lips near to yours as you gave him a frown. "Bald cap and all- you look good enough to eat. Right. Now."

With a firm push he stumbled back, laughing as you grabbed him by the hand, him holding the frame in the other, and made your way down to the party.

"And now you made it gross. C'mon- I wanna get this party started!"

[officialstrawhat]

The Hate We Love To Make

Roronoa Zoro x Fem!Strawhat!Reader

Summary: You and Zoro hate each other but feelings start to change when the captain of the Barto pirates points out what a great couple you two make.

Word Count: 1.3K

Note: Not Edited!

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The grand Colosseum of Dressrosa buzzed with the roars of the crowd. Fighters from all across the grand line had gathered, their minds filled with ambition. Among them stood Bartolomeo, nearly vibrating with excitement. He had just met his hero, Monkey D. Luffy, the future king of the pirates. But now, his attention was completely captivated by the scene unfolding before him. He couldn’t believe it! You and Roronoa Zoro were there standing right there!

Since Bartolomeo’s obsession with the Straw Hats began, he’d held the utmost respect and admiration for each crew member. But your relationship with Zoro held a special place in his heart. He’d heard tales of your synchronized battles, of how you two took down foes with perfect timing, always watching each other’s backs. Now, he watched as the two of you stood so close to each other, sharing what looked like an intimate conversation. 

Oh, how he wished he could hear every word you two were saying to one another…

OoOoOo

“IDIOT!” you hiss as Zoro walks away from you. “You’re going the wrong way!”

Kin’emon, dressed in his disguise, stood nearby with an exasperated look. In his short time knowing you he’d grown accustomed to the daily verbal sparring matches between you two.

Zoro spun around, eye narrowed. Your eyes locked with his, a storm brewing between you. “How would you know that? You’ve never been here either!”

“Because I’m not a moron!” You jabbed a finger in his direction, inching closer. It was infuriating how much Zoro seemed to get under your skin. 

Ever since you joined the crew, Zoro had an uncanny knack for getting in your way. You tried not to let it bother you but every time you were about to defeat an opponent, Zoro would swoop in and take them down first. It drove you insane. So you started doing the same to him, knowing it drove him mad with similar fury. Since then, you’d made it a habit to pick on him with Sanji, drink his alcohol, and “accidentally” wake him up from naps.

“If you’re so concerned about which way we’re going, then leave.” He pointed in the opposite direction with a sharp flick of his wrist. “Go that way.”

Kin’emon’s voice cut through the tension. “Please, there’s no need to argue—”

But neither of you heard him as you stepped forward. Your fists clenched as heat surged through your veins.  Your face was now very close to his,  “I hate you. I hope you get lost and don’t come back.”

Zoro’s lip curled, his head tilting in a mocking grin. “Big words coming from a meek woman!”

“Meek?” you repeated, eyes blazing. “You son of a b—”

A loud, high-pitched squeal erupted nearby. “Oh. My. God. It’s Mister Roronoa Zoro and Miss Y/N!” Bartolomeo’s eyes were wide with admiration, his hands clutched to his chest as if his heart might burst.

Your scowl turned to panic. “Um—no, no. I think you have us confused,” you blurted out, shifting awkwardly as Zoro gave you a look.

“Yeah, we’re just regular citizens of Dressrosa,” he added, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Bartolomeo was undeterred, bouncing with excitement. “May I just say you two are so cute together! The power couple of the Pirate Era!”

The world seemed to pause as you and Zoro exchanged glances, the fierce tension shifting to something strange and unspoken. You watched his eyes soften, only for a moment before hardening again. 

“Oh- No, we’re not a couple,” you protested.

“But you two are my OTP!” Bartolomeo exclaimed, looking devastated. 

“Listen, pal, I don’t know what that means, but she hates me,” Zoro huffed, gesturing toward you.”

“But… you defend each other in battle! Finish off each other’s foes!” Bartolomeo exclaimed. “And according to the Straw Hat fan club newsletter, it says and I quote: Zoro and Y/N’s secret love is a thing of beauty in this rough worl—”

“Yeah, hate to break it to you,” you interrupted, “but we have not, nor will we ever, be a thing.”

Bartolomeo’s face fell, and he broke out into exaggerated tears. “Oh, this is a tragedy! How could I be so wrong!”

Zoro exhaled, breaking eye contact. “Come on. We don’t have time for this.”

A small smile crept onto your lips as you followed him, muttering, “You’re still going the wrong way.”

OoOoOo

Kin’emon directed the two of you to a narrow alley, muttering something about searching for his friend and promising to return soon. As the sounds of the bustling street faded, silence settled between you and Zoro, thick with an awkward tension neither of you knew how to break. You found yourself overthinking the fanatics' odd assumption—why would he (and others apparently) think that you and the green-haired swordsman made a good match? You stole a glance at him. Sure, you didn’t want to admit it, but the scarred man was ruggedly handsome. But he had such an infuriating personality. With his brooding silences, those ridiculous earrings, and his rippling muscles—wait, what!?

The silence dragged on until, finally, Zoro broke it, pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Tch, don’t listen to that weird guy. He’s got no clue what he’s saying.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “Yeah, seriously. I mean, can you imagine? You and me?”

Zoro smirked, his sharp gaze flicking over to you. “Yeah, right. Total disaster.”

“One of epic proportions,” you agreed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall. You turned your head, pretending to be absorbed by the junk lying around, “The world couldn’t handle it.”

A glint of something unguarded flickered in Zoro’s eyes as he stepped closer, his presence shifting from casual to something more intense. “And yet,” he said, his voice a low, teasing rumble, “you’re still here. You haven’t walked away.”

You raised an eyebrow, turning to meet his gaze. “Maybe I just don’t trust you not to get yourself into trouble the second I turn my back.”

He huffed a short laugh, taking another step that brought him close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his body. “You think I need you to babysit me?”

“Need? No.” Your voice dropped, matching his tone. “But I know for a fact if it wasn’t for me you’d be neck-deep in trouble twice as often.”

A grin curled at the edge of his lips, his eyes flicking down to your lips and then back to your eyes, lingering for just a second too long. “Guess I’d better keep you close then, huh?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat, the atmosphere between you shifting, the sharp tension morphing into something far more dangerous. The unspoken heat you’d tried so hard to ignore suddenly flared, like a fuse catching fire. For a moment, neither of you moved, as if testing how far this would go. But then, something snapped—years of friction, half-buried glances, and barely-concealed bickering finally erupted. He surged forward, and before you could second-guess it, your lips crashed into his.

The kiss was intense, more battle than embrace, a raw clash of defiance and need. Your hands found his broad shoulders, fingers digging into them as his calloused hands cupped the back of your neck, then tangling in your hair. Everything else faded: the noise of the marketplace, the distant shouts of vendors, even the thought of Kin’emon returning. For this moment, it was just the two of you, like fire meeting spilled oil—volatile, explosive, and inevitable.

When you broke apart, both of you were panting, your breaths mingling in the space between you. Zoro’s lips curved into a smirk, his eyes darkened with something that made your pulse race. “You still hate me?” he asked, his voice a husky drawl.

“With a passion,” you growled, trying to steady your breathing.

“Good.” He chuckled, his hand sliding down to grip your ass possessively. With a rough shove, he pinned you harder against the wall, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

Your retort was lost as his lips found yours again, the world outside that narrow alley slipping into oblivion.

[avocadorablepirate]

What Do We Call This? - 06

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Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: On a quest to find what you've been looking for, you acquire the help of the Straw Hat pirates, who've agreed to let you temporarily join them. There are however many challenges that come along with your temporary recruitment - an alliance with a certain Trafalgar Law being one of them.

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: fluff, angst, kinda slow burn, swearing, the occasional OP spoiler (this chapter contains spoilers for the Zou arc)

A/N: Protective Law reporting for duty. I didn't want to delve too much into the Zou arc so this is just Law being protective at various points in the arc. Also, can I just say, Zou Law is my favourite Law cause gawd dammit he looked so hot in that black button down shirt, you know the one....anyway, I hope you like it!

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Despite initially finding your newly acquired bounty amusing, it had made Law hyper-aware of your every move. While bounties would usually imply that you were more than capable of holding your ground in battle, to Law it signified a potential recklessness - a reason for you to test the limits of your powers to a dangerous extent, which only meant you could cause more harm to yourself than you had in the past. And whether it was the sudden soft spot he harboured for you or the fact that you had mentioned Corazon twice, indicating your familiarity - that intrigued him, Law felt protective.

This protective instinct first manifested when you were approaching Zou, or rather it was the first time Law had come to realise this need to protect you. He had watched as you emerged from one of the cabins and sat alone on the deck, a frown etched on your face. Prior to the incident at Dressrosa, he would have disregarded your demeanour, but now felt that his dynamic with you had shifted, and it was only right to show concern.

"Everything okay?" he inquired as he took the seat beside you, and the faint smile that you gave him, told him all that he needed to know.

"Who were you healing?" His eyes searched you for any fresh wounds, though you had done well to conceal your bruises with a long sleeved top and a pair of loose cargo pants, not to mention the bandages that you were already covered with.

"Some of Bartolomeo's crew had a few minor injuries, nothing to worry about," you reassured him with another smile, touched by his concern.

"Don't overwork yourself," he advised as he made himself comfortable beside you. If you attempted to heal anyone again, at least this time he could intervene.

The next time Law felt his protective instincts surge was when it came to climbing to the top of the elephant on whose back rested the island Zou, where his crew had been waiting for him. The pink dragon that Kanjuro had conjured up made Law feel uneasy. Regardless of the fact that he found your gushing over the dragon endearing, he couldn't imagine a single scenario in which a terribly drawn dragon would reach all of you to the top. However, there weren't any other options, and Luffy's excitement, plus your words of encouragement to the little dragon had everyone piling on top of him, with Law quick to take the place behind you.

The climb was going smoothly until Law noticed your body sway as if on the verge of unconsciousness. His arm instinctively encircled your waist, providing support as you fell against him. "What's wrong?" The tension in his voice was clear, and as he watched you struggle to stay awake he grabbed at your wrist to check your pulse.

"Using her powers on Bartolomeo's crew members must be making her drowsy. She should be awake by the time we reach the summit," Robin answered on your behalf, and Law couldn't help but click his tongue in frustration as you slumped further into his embrace, his hold on you tightening. He couldn't blame anyone for not knowing the repercussions of your powers, but the frustration grew within him towards everyone who had made you use those damn powers.

As Robin had said, you awoke just as the summit came into view. Law felt a sense of relief wash over him as you stirred in his arms, and with a gentle squeeze to your side grabbed your attention.

On feeling Law's presence behind you, you sat up straight and mumbled an apology as you fumbled to break away from his grasp, but he wouldn't let go, instead leaning closer to you, "I told you not to overexert yourself," he chided, and you rolled your eyes in response, missing his irate tone.

"This was before, and it really was nothing. I'm all good now." Despite your assurance, Law remained unconvinced. Once again silently vowing to protect you from any harm, especially in your endeavours to heal others.

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Law remained glued to your side as you ventured further into Zou and took to examining what remained of the Minks' residence. Earlier, he had let his guard down and you were nearly electrocuted by a Minks; luckily Zoro had stepped in before she could get a hold of you. Now he watched over you carefully, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings for any potential dangers.

"This looks like it was used to inflict torture." Law eyed you with concern when the words you spoke were accompanied with a tremor as you took in the remnants of the wooden cross that had been stuck to the ground, worry settling in the pit of your stomach. From a little further ahead Usopp yelled something about a huge drop of water, and from where you were crouched on the ground inspecting the wreckage you strained your neck to see what had cast a huge shadow onto the ground.

"We need to get to higher ground!" You heard Robin instruct through the sudden chaos. Before you could even comprehend what you were looking at, Law's hand closed around your arm, a tinge of annoyance in the sigh he let out as he transported everyone to the top of a building that hadn't been destroyed in the earlier conflict.

As you caught your breath, your heart racing from the sudden teleportation, you looked around, taking in the view from the elevated point. The destruction that spread out before you was a clear sign of the chaos that had engulfed the country, and once again a feeling of dread settled over you. You tried to peak your head over the edge of the building, curiosity getting the best of you as you attempted to catch a glimpse of the water from above flood the city. But Law's grip on your arm remained firm, holding you back from leaning any further. Fate seemed determined to test his resolve to protect you.

"Stay back, we don't know when these buildings could collapse," his voice was authoritative yet imbued with concern as he pulled you away from the edge, and you couldn't help but throw him a glare. At first his concern for your well-being had been endearing, but now it almost felt suffocating; his overprotectiveness acting as a sign that he didn't think you could handle yourself.

"I can take care of myself, you know," you muttered under your breath.

"I'd rather not take any chances," he didn't miss the irritation in your tone, countering it with his own stern response. Before you could retort, Usopp's voice cut through the almost rising tension, alerting all of you that he had spotted Luffy.

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Even when Law had to momentarily separate from the group to reunite with his crew, he was reluctant to leave your side. He would claim that he would go look for them, but then wouldn't move an inch, instead his eyes fixating on you in a silent plea for you to say that you would join him. Though that was far from what you wanted. You were looking forward to reuniting with the other Straw Hats for a short banquet, and if anything craved to get away from Law's protectiveness.

Just when he had had enough of the indirect approach, and was on the verge of suggesting that you come along with him, you spoke up, seizing the opportunity to get away, "Law your crew's probably waiting for you, we'll catch up with you later." You locked arms with Nami and Robin and pulled them away before he could even get a word in.

Law, ever perceptive, knew you were trying to keep your distance, and it was starting to bug him how good you were at it. Upon returning with his crew, his interactions with you were short-lived; you would either swiftly engage in conversation with someone else, or make a quick exit the second he took his eyes off you. Your avoidance made it clear to Law that you would be more inclined to go with Luffy to Whole Cake Island, whether it was to retrieve Sanji, or evade him. Nevertheless, Law remained determined to keep you by his side. As discussions about the division of the group for the missions to Whole Cake Island and Wano arose, he was quick to suggest that you accompany him.

"Why?" you asked, your curiosity sparked by his unwavering insistence, and for a fleeting second you thought you saw a flicker of hesitation before he composed himself, "I need your assistance." His cryptic response didn't give you the explanation you were looking for, it was however, compelling, and you found yourself willingly agreeing to accompany him nonetheless.

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A/N: Wanted to include the whole ninja scene but thought I would only ruin it XD. Next chapter is the one that I wrote well in advance (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ we've made it this far y'all ᕙ⁠(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠ᕗ.

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[usopps-devotee]

Kinktober

When the leaves start to fall and the cool chill of night seeps into your bones, it's always best to stay at home and hold a lover (or lovers) tight.

Welcome to Kush's Kinktober, hold on to your hats for our rough and wild nights. Requests are currently open. List a lover (or lovers) of your choice along with how you wish your time to be spent with that kink(s) of your desire.

Limit 2 characters and 2 kinks per request

Clit stim w/ Buggy

Face sitting w/ Robin and Boa (fem s/o)

Office sex w/ Crocodile

Praise w/ buggy

Orgasm denial w/ Mihawk

Body worship w/ Sanji

Orgasm control w/ Luffy

Cyber sex w/ shanks

Humiliation w/ Buggy

Dry humping w/ Franky

Strip tease w/ Usopp

Overstimulation w/ Buggy and Shanks

Masturbation w/ Gold Roger

Public sex + Praise w/ Bartolomeo

Mommy kink w/ Robin

Mirror sex w/ Mihawk

Toys w/ Franky

Kush's choice (My birthday)

Chokehold w/ Usopp

Brat taming + punishment w/ shanks and Beckman

Shower sex w/ Robin

Strip tease w/ Usopp

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Jealousy + possession w/ Eustass kid

Pegging w/ Usopp

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[zosin-ya]

[Ace] [click for character list]

[Akainu] “Day Dream” | NSFW Scenario 

[Bartolomeo] n.sfw w/ male reader Most attractive fighting style HC

[Bastille] SFW & NSFW HC Relationship HC

[Benn] General HC General n.sfw HC

[Buggy] [click for character list]

[Coby] Relationship HC + Gif

[Crocodile] Relationship HC NSFW HC General Walking into s/o masturbating

[Hawkins] Catching crush change

[Helmeppo] random n.sfw HC

[Donflamingo] Pregnancy/Birth HC Public Tease; PDA Into Bondage General, Pre- and Relationship HC NSFW Hc NSFW Alphabet [Aftercare]

[Franky] Public Tease; PDA Kinks & Turn ons Ideal fem s/o HC

[Garp] Pregnancy/Birth HC

[Hancock] Random Relationship HC + Gif

[Katakuri] [click for character list]

[Kid] [click for character list]

[Killer] [click for character list]

[Law] [click for character list]

[Lucci] Oral NSWF HC

[Luffy] [click for character list]

[Nami] Kinks & Turn ons x Sanji Gif

[Mihawk] Oral HC NSFW Random NSFW HC Making a deal HC Into Bondage NSFW Sex toy scenario NSFW NSFW Alphabet [Aftercare, Cum, Oral]

[Marco] Threesome w/ s/o &Thatch NSFW NSFW Alphabet [Body Parts, Oral, Favorite Position]

[Pauly] S/O smacking their ass HC

Rosinante [Corazon] Pregnancy/Birth HC general fluff HC

[Sabo] [click for character list]

[Sanji] [click for character list]

[Shanks] [click for character list]

[Smoker] Biting Kink HC “Sinful Distraction.” Pregnancy/Birth HC S/O with an slave brand mark Sex toy scenario NSFW

[Zoro] [click for character list]

[at1nys-blog]

Next Door -Masterlist-

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x fem!reader

Summary: When you try to save your friends from bad press (your father's opinion on them) ending up having to find a way to survive it turns different than what you expected, but along the way there are your best friends, new friends and a very annoying gym bro that lives just Next Door

Started: 21/12/2023

Finished: scheduled to end 25/08/2024

Trope: Enemies to lovers

Status: 【Not Started yet】 【Ongoing】 【Finished】

Updates: twice a week 11:30 pm CET

A/N: THIS WAS POSTED FIRST ON MY AO3 ACCOUNT SO MY GOOD FRIEND COULD READ IT TOO AND BECAUSE I WANTED TO TRY SMAU IN THERE and now I can stop screaming. By the way, I waited to posted it on here because I didn't know if I was going to commit or what, so after 14/15 chapters I think I am committed enough. I have to apologize for future typos but I am too lazy to correct and screenshot everything once again lol

Vol.0

Ch.1: Vol.0 Ch.1- Profile 1

Ch.2: Vol.0 Ch.2- Profile 2

Ch.3: Vol.0 Ch.3- Kicked Out…

Ch.4: Vol.0 Ch.4- Kids…

Vol.1

Ch.5: Vol.1 Ch.5- Less pictures

Ch.6: Vol.1 Ch.6- ON MY ANCESTOR

Ch.7: Vol.1 Ch.7- Annoying Rich People

Ch.8: Vol.1 Ch.8-Karma is a Bitch

Vol.2

Ch.9: Vol.2 Ch.9-Luffy is a kid

Ch.10: Vol.2 Ch.10-Proposal

Ch.11: Vol.2 Ch.11- Sabo...

Ch.12: Vol.2 Ch.12- I wasn’t lying

Vol.3

Ch.13: Vol.3 Ch.13- Zoro would never be funny

Ch.14: Vol.3 Ch.14- A weird one

Ch.15: Vol.3 Ch.15- You love me

Ch.16: Vol.3 Ch.16- Turning point

Vol.4

Ch.17: Vol.4 Ch.17- @yasUsopp you are dead

Ch.18: Vol.4 Ch.18- Drunk you

Ch.19: Vol.4 Ch.19- In vino veritas

Ch.20: Vol.4 Ch.20- Is that punk boy?

Vol.5

Ch.21: Vol.5 Ch.21- You are missing

Ch.22: Vol.5 Ch.22- There is no way

Ch.23: Vol.5 Ch.23- Plan in action

Ch.24: Vol.5 Ch24- Bartolomeo the black sheep

Vol.6

Ch.25: Vol.6 Ch.25- Good Taste

Ch.26: Vol.6 Ch.26- Day out

Ch.27: Vol.6 Ch.27- Wedding Surprises

Ch.28: Vol.6 Ch.28- DUDE NOOOOO

Vol.7

Ch.29: Vol.7 Ch.29- Call the firefighters

Ch.30: Vol.7 Ch.30- Little Kids

Ch.31: Vol.7 Ch.31- I will found out

Ch.32: Vol.7 Ch.32- you*

Vol.8

Ch.33: Vol.8 Ch.33- is my pfp

Ch.34: Vol.8 Ch.34- oopsie

Ch.35: Vol.8 Ch.35- we are not friends

Ch.36: Vol.8 Ch.36- ass bitch what is wrong with you

Vol.9

Ch.37: Vol.9 Ch.37- Usopp the trendsetter❤️‍🔥

Ch.38: Vol.9 Ch.38- so Zoro miserable

Ch.39: Vol.9 Ch.39- you started so good

Ch.40: Vol.9 Ch.40- set sail

Vol.10

Ch.41: Vol.10 Ch.41- *has a bitch

Ch.42: Vol.10 Ch.42- boyfriend/fiancé

Ch.43: Vol.10 Ch.43- weird haircut looking dude

Ch.44: Vol.10 Ch.44- Luckey Hughesy❤️🤍

Vol.11

Ch.45: Vol.11 Ch.45- note for the Marine

Ch.46: Vol.11 Ch.46- he panics

Ch.47: Vol.11 Ch.47- *og Barbie crying against a hot pink pole*

Ch.48: Vol.11 Ch.48- marry him

Vol.12

Ch.49: Vol.12 Ch.49- it’s been 3 months

Ch.50: Vol12. Ch.50- happy birthday

Ch.51: Vol.12 Ch.51- who’s wedding?

Ch.52: Vol.12 Ch.52- Baroque Works

Vol.13

Ch.53: Vol.13 Ch.53- PERONA NO/PERONA YES

Ch.54: Vol.13 Ch.54- first day at work

Ch.55: Vol.13 Ch.55- (forced) time

Ch.56: Vol.13 Ch.56- your downfall

Vol.14

Ch.57: Vol.14 Ch.57- a corporate job

Ch.58: Vol.14 Ch.58- double date

Ch.59: Vol.14 Ch.59- moving day

Ch.60: Vol.14 Ch.60- Epilogue

[thepepsislvt]

Ok but imagine barto with a lover who like really likes when he bites.. I mean he has the epithet “The Cannibal” for a reason…

also goes with the idea it jay be a different kid of eating that he’s doing if ykwim

I hear you loud and clear tulip anon and I've been thinking about this for so fucking long

We share the same brain cell I'm convinced and I'm just mischievously smiling at my phone rn

this one has my usual no pronouns but reader had a coin slot for this one so it can be read as fem or trans masc 👍

‼️anw this one is nsfw so please be adviced‼️

Warnings: Nsfw, eating out, masochist reader, bottom reader, blood play (?)

you like it when Bartolomeo bites you

and i mean you really like it

he loves to give you little love bites

he mainly does it for attention or to show off to his crew as a reminder not to mess with you

but you especially love it when he bites your thighs

one of your hands is gripping the bed sheets underneath you and the other is tightly gripped on in his brightly colored hair as he eats you out like a man whose starving

he licks and sucks at your clit as two of his fingers are pumping in and out of you

“feeling good, sugar?”

he would ask every now and again. it may sound like teasing to anyone around but you know that deep down he wants to make sure you’re doing alright and its not too much

last thing he would want to do is hurt you in a bad way

once he gets the okay to continue, you dont have to tell him twice

turns his head to face the inside of your thigh

he presses kisses to the soft flesh before biting it

not hard enough to cause a serious problem but just enough to break the skin

the painful sensation quickly turns to pleasure as he licks the spot he just bit to sooth it and collect any blood that may have spilled from the wound

you moan even louder and arch your back off the bed at the sensation

“Barto! more please!”

He laughs lightly and bites you again on the opposite thigh “what ever you want, Sugar”

he then adds a third finger inside of you right as he bites you

this was enough to pull you over the edge

you came on his fingers and scream his name.

you pulled his hair

he groans when you do and slows down his movements to help you through your orgasm without overstimulating you

once you come down from your high he pulls his fingers out of you and starts to suck on them, tasting your realease

you moan softly at the sight of him

once he was finished cleaning his fingers, he hovered over you and kissed you deeply

you can taste your release and blood in his mouth

“well hope ya ain’t tired yet, I want seconds”

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@residential-havoc

[wonderlandoffanfics]

Manifest Fantasies (pt 2)

My first ever posted fan fic! I decided I'm not great with smut but I tried my best, and will continue to try in other things. This fic is Bartolomeo inspired - I'm really sorry if I didn't write him properly, I kinda got self indulgent to certain degrees. Most degrees.

This second bit it my attempt at some smut :)

Enjoy!

part 1 swimsuit addition dat dress tho

WC: 3995

CW: fem reader, MDNI, bit o’ fluff turned smutty, vaginal penetration, no protection mentioned, cockwarming, Barto’s fangs doing as they do, praise kink (for him, of course), aftercare with brief non-sexual urination

You’ve put all your new clothes away in the wardrobe and scattered the new décor about your room. It appears homier now and you relax for a moment and take in your own handiwork. You know that you’ve already set sail for the evening since you and Bartolomeo were the last ones to get back to the ship as the sun set.

Seeing the moon through the window of your room, you decide to go wander about the deck and take in the night air. It was cool out and the breeze coming off the sea gave you goosebumps, but you stand in delight of the stars and the moonlight dancing on the waves. You were so grateful to experience such a calm and wondrous sight, something you never knew you were missing from your island home all those years.

“Ya doin’ okay, y/n?” you turn your head to see Bartolomeo come to stand next to you at the railing. A faint smile across your face and a hum is all you let out, allowing the moment to continue to sink in. You were already so at peace, but his presence brought you to a new level of calm and delight. You cross your arms, leaning against the railing and bring your hands to your upper arms for warmth, “I can’t believe this is something I could have gone my whole life without experiencing. It’s a sight I will never tire of.” You say quietly, thanking him for a millionth time in your mind for this.

“I know whatcha mean…” he says back, only looking at you. He takes off his jacket again, like he did in the store earlier, but this time he drapes it over you with care rather than a quick modesty. With your arms still crossed you stand up straight and grab the edges of his coat with your hands, pulling the warmth that lingered from him onto you tighter, another quiet hum escapes you.

You turn to look at him, now only dressed from the waist down, “I appreciate the gesture but you’re making me feel bad about hogging the warmth.” You swiftly twist the coat back over his shoulders, reaching up the best you could and stand face to face, well, chest with him. You decide to take a chance and wrap your arms around his waist, sharing the warmth instead, your head turned to face the ocean still as you listen to his heart beat gain speed.

You can’t see his face now but there are droplets hitting your head and sniffling sounds coming from him, so you tighten your hug, “are you doing okay, Barto?” you echo back his earlier question. “More than.” He whimpers and embraces you in return. You become aware of his body heat raising as his heart beats louder against your ear; it’s been so long since you felt someone this close to you but you want more from him and you think he wants more too, he just won’t make the first move.

You get an idea and pull away from him a bit. He acknowledges you releasing your hold on him and he does the same. With a bit of effort, you hoist yourself up to sit on top of the railing; it gives you enough extra height to be closer to face level with him. He moves to catch you in case you start to fall, which works in your favor; you pull him back into an embrace, this time your arms are able to reach around his neck and your legs squeeze around his hips inside his coat. You see his face go red as his hands reach around your back to keep you steady on the railing.

“What’re ya doin’ y/n?” Barto asks without being able to look you in the eyes. “What I think we both want, but you can stop me if I’m wrong.” You bring one of your hands from behind his neck and touch his jaw softly. With light pressure from both hands, you pull him towards you and he finally looks directly at you, still red faced and an expression you can only read as pure joyous anticipation.

You smile as your lips meet his, his hands caress you and bring you closer as he sinks into the kiss. You move your mouth with his, bumping his septum ring, and lick his lips, also gliding along his teeth and being mindful of the sharp tips. He reciprocates and slides his tongue against yours, maneuvering his way into your mouth as he presses further into the romantic embrace.

Your hands slowly fall to his chest and begin to trace his tattoo and muscles, and explore lower to his abs, then bringing them back up his sides and around his back, using your nails to scratch against his skin. You want to be selfish and take in every bit of him that you can while this moment persists.

He pulls away slightly, breathing heavy, and presses his nose against yours, “are ya sure that’s what ya want?” Looking into each other’s eyes, “more than anything.” You say as you kiss him again, harder this time, not caring if you end up bleeding from his teeth. At this point you would encourage him to use them as he sees fit on your body.

Bartolomeo slides his hands from your back down to your ass and pulls you towards him. You’re off the railing of the ship and in his arms completely, wrapped around him and full of desire. You felt something large between you and moan softly against him, shifting slightly you realize it’s the dagger he keeps in his pants but that realization doesn’t stop you from enjoying how it’s pressing against you. He noticed you tighten your hold against his hips and roll yours slightly, “don’t ya worry, I got something even better in there for ya.” You both chuckle.

With a smirk, he begins walking back to the door that leads to his room; you kiss his neck and chest, allowing him time to see where he is walking while he carries you away from prying eyes. The late night crew has probably already seen enough but you don’t really care.

He takes you into his room, adorned with Straw Hat Pirate related things, you almost want to giggle as you take in his obsessive collection but you are quickly brought back to the moment as he kicks his door shut behind you both, cutting off the light from outside the room.

Closed into his dark room, with only moonlight shining through the windows to illuminate you both, he rolls his shoulders and causes the coat you had hung back over him to fall to the floor. He goes back to kissing you as he walks a few steps towards the large bed. Kneeling down on it, with you still clinging to him, he lays you down and leans over your body.

You appear slight underneath him as you unwrap yourself from his hips and allow your legs to fall to the bed on either side of his body. With a bit of space now between you, he takes out the dagger from his pants and tosses it onto the nearby nightstand. No words are needed as he presses himself against you and you finally grind him instead of his weapon. Your mouth opens in a pleasurable shock and a whine escapes. You lose your coherent thoughts and your body moves on its’ own, frantically looking for more of his touch, more of his skin on yours.

Your hands move quickly to lift your shirt over your head and you toss it away, not caring where it lands. Bartolomeo sits up to give you room, and take in the sight you’ve offered. Next, you shimmy out of your shorts; he helps throw those to the side as they slide down your legs towards him, leaving you in front of him with just a bra and lace thong on.

You see tears well in his eyes as the moonlight hits his face; you sit up and cup his face. Sliding your legs underneath you, you sit on your knees in front of him and gently kiss him while wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. “Do you want to stop?” you ask with concern, “we don’t have to…” he cuts you off with a desperate kiss, one hand sliding up your thigh and the other wrapping around your back. “No way I can stop… I just needed ta revel in this moment being real...you’re everything and I’m…” you perceive his words straining and put your finger to his lips, “you’re perfect.” You finish for him.

He gained confidence in his actions after you said that, the praise hitting his ears like a key turning an engine on. Before you knew it he had taken your bra off and flung it across the room, urgently pulling you to his chest, colliding with insatiable lust, he kissed you sensuously. He started to move his mouth down your jaw to your neck and you felt his teeth graze your skin. He was being careful not to draw blood but he left a pressured bite mark on you before he moved down further.

You shift again to lie back as he teases your nipple with his tongue, all the while his hands working down to your core. Your moans and pleasured whines begin making a soundtrack to this evening with his breathing and low, rumbling, satisfied groans. He pushes two of his long fingers inside of you, keeping the thong material between his fingers as he uses his thumb to tighten the string into your folds, rubbing it against your clit. “Ahh! ….Barto….so good….” more praise comes from your mouth and entices him to continue.

As he leaves marks all over your torso and unravels you from the inside out, you haven’t even noticed how he’s kicked the last of his clothes off onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Stroking himself with his other hand as he brings you closer to your apex and watching your face intently while he continues to kiss down to your hips. He can tell you’re close, and decides to rip the lace panties from you with his teeth to expose you completely. You gasp and your hands tightly grip the bedsheets.

He sucks and licks at your clit while his fingers keep pace inside you. Your toes curl and your legs instinctively drape around his shoulders, “Barto!” you scream out as your orgasm hits. His fingers pop out of you as he uses his long tongue to lick every drop that spills from you. He takes the hand that was just inside you and uses it on himself, making his member shine in the moonlight with your juices as you finally notice he’s naked too.

“Fu...ck…” you let out as you’re riding the waves of your high to a slightly calmer place and see how large he is in his own hand. He lets go of himself and crawls back up you, bringing your mouths together again. His ardent kiss deepens and you feel him pressing hard against your lower half. He lets out a fervid cry against your mouth as you separate and breathe heavily together.

“Barto, you are amazing,” his member twitches against your inner thigh, just inches from your slick opening; “I need to feel all of you. Please.” Shifting your weight so he lines up with his tip at your entrance, you grind a bit against him and dig your nails into his back, desperate for him to take you.

“I don’t wanna hurt ya…. Tell me if ya want ta stop… I’ll understand.” He says with sadness to his tone, you imagine this has maybe been an issue in the past but you trust him. “I promise.” You kiss him from his forehead, to his nose, to his mouth, and smile at him. “Just go slow and we’ll work through this together. I want you.” You see his eyes get teary again but he holds them back as he reaches down and helps himself start to slip inside you.

Your eyes go wider and your mouth hangs open, letting out a long uncontrolled mewl, you grip the sheets with tight fists. He stops but you smile at him, mouth still open, indicating it was a good noise. Slowly still, he pushes deeper, looking you in your eyes to be sure you’re okay. He’s far enough in that his hands move to your hips and drags along your thighs, pushing your legs up closer to his shoulders, opening you for him to further dive in. You can tell he’s struggling to hold back; he pushes one last time and is finally fully buried deep inside you.

“So fuckin’ tight” he chokes out. “You did so good, giving me time to adjust to how big you are.” You’re starting to see his eyes shine again at your words and he throbs inside of you. You move your hands to trace his jaw, and bring them down brushing his neck, then chest, resting against his tattoo. “Barto… be my good boy and fuck me. Hard.” It’s like you flipped a switch in his brain again and confidence floods through him.

He rolls his hips into you and he hits every inch of himself into your sweetest spots. Holding your legs in place with his torso, his hands roam, groping every bit of you they can reach. He glides one arm up your side, delicately gracing your curves, and leans on the bed near your head, tangling your hair with his fingers and resting the palm of his hand against your face. He cradles you into a greedy, breathless kiss while his other hand is now firmly gripping your ass, all the while keeping his pace, thrusting you into the mattress.

Ecstasy washes over you with his momentum picking up; he pulls his face back, mere centimeters from your lips and grunts into your mouth, focusing on your face like he’s obsessed with learning each obscene response you let out, “So magnificent, y/n.” You bite his lower lip and lick it once releasing, “You make me delirious,” you pant out, while your hands continue around him tearing your nails into his back, his arms, and his chest; gripping at anything to keep him as close as possible.

He begins losing himself to the pleasure of your tightness, brutally snapping against your tender hole. You rasp out his name and let yourself fall into a vivid comfort, convulsing around him and orgasm again, your leg muscles twitch against his torso. “Y/n…. where…?” is all he can muster to say. “In” you barely form the word as you feel him, no longer able to hold back, release inside you with your slightest consent.

He lets your legs fall back to the bed and his weight drops down on you as you both pant heavily, sweating and unable to muster strength to untangle yourselves from each other. A few moments pass and Bartolomeo grabs you and rolls onto his back, switching spots with you so you are now lying on his chest. He’s still inside you, losing his hardness but still keeping you full.

“Sorry, needed ta catch my breath; hope I wasn’t crushin’ ya.” He chuckles slightly as his hand plays with your hair. You hum, “you felt like the best weighted blanket.” His hand leaves your hair and begins to stroke your back up and down, caressing the curve of your body, and after a few passes he stops and cups your butt cheek, giving it a light squeeze.

You giggle and start to sit up, pushing up from his brawny chest. Straddling him, you lift your hips and slide him out of you; both of you making a face at the loss of contact. You ease down next to him, using his arm as a pillow and cuddling up to his side. Cringing a bit as you mold to him, you realize moving may be difficult for a day or so, but it was worth it, and you’d do it over and over again if he wanted.

“Are ya okay? Did I hurt ya somehow?” he saw your face crunch up as you lay down and started to panic and twists to look at you. “No, no, please, I’m okay. I’ll just be sore for a bit, but a good kind of sore.” You reassure him with a smile that melts his heart, “I know something that’ll help ya.” He says and proceeds to move, scoop you into his arms, and take you to the bathroom attached to his room.

He puts you down on the edge of the tub and turns on the hot water. Now in the light of the bathroom you see each other clearly; he’s covered in red scratches and you are covered in teeth marks and bruises. You try to stand up and wobble a bit on weak legs, he steadies you quickly “where ya going?” “Oh, uhh…” you blush a little but you eye the toilet, “would you mind if I…. gramma Gambia said it’s best to pee after…” “A-absolutely! Do ya want me ta leave?” he asks, holding your hand while you walk the few steps needed. “You don’t have to, I’ll be quick anyway.”

You do your business and wash your hands as he turns to kneel at the bathtub, shutting off the water and dropping a bit of scented oil into the steaming surface. The room is filled with lavender and honey, “how delightful” you say, coming up behind him, rubbing his shoulders and kissing the side of his head.

Bartolomeo helps you get in and stand in the tub, getting himself into it behind you before guiding you down to sit with your back to his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist under the water and cuddles you close as you both take in the aroma helping you relax even further into the warmth of the bath and each other.

All is quiet and still for a few moments until you decide to break the silence. Leaning your head back against his shoulder and turning to peck the side of his jaw, you let out a breathy “thank you” to him. He squeezes you tighter and brushes the marks he left on your shoulder and neck, shaking his head against you, “That should be my line, y/n, I’ve dreamt of ya every night since we met. Almost lost it while we were shopping; I thought about jumping you in the changing room. If I wake up tomorrow and this was all a dream it would make sense at this point; except this was better than all my fantasies combined.”

You bring your hand up to hold his face and pull him from hiding against your neck, “I’ll stay with you tonight then, and for as long as you’d like after, we can both wake up day after day knowing how real this is.” You lean into each other and indulge in the bliss of your shared aftercare until the water loses warmth.

After drying off and putting on one of Bartolomeo’s large t-shirts to sleep in, he, just in boxers himself, hops into bed and pats the empty space beside him to invite you under the covers. Curling up into his embrace you have never felt happier; this ship and this man have become your home, more so than your island ever could have.

-__________________________epilogue________________________-

An overwhelming bliss hits as you open your eyes to see you are still in Bartolomeo’s bedroom. At some point in the night you had turned around so your back was facing him, but he was still holding you close. You wiggle back a bit to nestle his body against yours more, earning you a gratifying squeeze in return.

“Mornin’, y/n” he says softly in your ear, kissing just behind it. “Good morning, Barto,” you rolled in his embrace to face him and provide a longing kiss, “it was real.” You add, smiling against his mouth, continuing the kiss.

A loud knock on the door interrupted your peace, “Captain, are you awake yet? We need you as soon as possible!” Barto jumped at the intrusive noise and instinctively left the bed to get pants and boots on to go deal with whatever was needed. You just watched him as he scrambled to get dressed.

Almost touching the door knob to leave, he turns on his heel and skitters back to kiss you, “I’ll make sure ta find a way ya can get ta your room without them seeing ya. See ya later, y/n.” He says while walking away again, like he already knew you had no plan in place to find your way, pants-less, back to your own room.

You wait until you hear the voices move away from the door before you rush back to your room to get dressed for the day. Not that you want what happened last night to be a secret from the crew, but you certainly didn’t want anyone to see you in nothing but Barto’s oversized shirt, that was just for his eyes.

Later that day as you were walking about the deck, trying to get gum off the railings, you heard what sounded like construction work being done. You go towards the noise and it’s coming from…. Your bedroom? You come to find that there are crewmates cutting a hole in a wall near your bed, “what the ever loving hell?” you shout over their noise. Barto comes darting around the corner and pulls you into the hall, “This was meant ta be a surprise!” “Oh, I’m surprised, Barto! What is going on?!” you desperately grab his arms and look back over your shoulder into the room again, dust flying everywhere.

“I thought ya’d like it if there was a door ta my bath – our bathroom, so I’m havin’ one installed!” You turn back to him with your eye twitching, mouth agape in bewilderment, unsure what to say to him. You love the idea but this was not how you thought this day would be going. You wish you had had time to move things around and put things away before the men were in there making a huge mess.

You sigh and drop your hands from his arms, “you sure know how to make a girls’ day, thank you, Barto.” You’d rather just accept the inevitable and let them finish the job without a fuss. However, the clean-up will be challenging later, you’ve seen how these guys leave things when they do literally anything; hence the reason you were even on this ship to begin with.

Barto just looked too happy and excited for you to say how you wish this was less of a secret project. Though it did make you wonder if the whole crew already knew what had happened between you two. “Hey, d…does everyone know?” you ask as you both start walking away from the noise. “Oh, uh, well, the night crew ended up seeing me carry you into my room, so it was already the talk of the morning when they called me out ta help them earlier.” His face turned bright red as you giggled, “I thought so, and since they already know I guess we have nothing to hide, which is nice.” You grab his hand, now out on the deck, in public.

“I’m really happy with you, Bartolomeo. This life with you will be the best I’ve ever lived.” He wraps his arms around you, tears streaming once again from his happiness over flowing, and picks you up to be closer in height. You kiss him eagerly and let out a hum of content. “Y/n, I promise ya it really will!”

[animelover20]

Life is filled with boredom but writing about fictional characters exists <3

And you can cure said boredom and writers block because..

drum roll please

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

!!!MY WRITING REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

here are some rules

(I'll only take one piece requests at the moment)

(also slight NSFW warning below)

WILL DO: Fluff,NSFW/smut,X Reader drabbles,thirsts, gn,male and fem reader

WON'T DO: character X character(unless it's poly) smut with female characters. CNC,noncon,knife play,blood play,scat,vomit,piss,incest,ageplay, anything to do with kids(even fluffy shit)

Characters I will write for: (in no particular order)

(also the ones in bold are ones I rather enjoy writing for)

Luffy,Zoro,Sanji,Usopp,Jinbei,Doflamingo, Mihawk,Crocodile,Boa,Corazon, Law, Kidd, Killer,Ace,Bartolomeo,Cavendish,Caesar Clown,Benn beckman,Shanks,Roger,Marco, Smoker,Kinemon.

Characters I might consider:

(will add more later)

Robin,Sabo,Kaido,Katakuri,King,Fujitora, Sai, Rayleigh,Shakky,Scopper gaban

ONLY platonic: Bepo,Shachi,Penguin, Chopper,Brook,Franky,Nami,Baby 5,tashigi

(I'm too lazy to tag them all😭)

[cloudzoro]

♡ 2k followers event ♡

this is my 2k followers event!! ♡ (you can also consider it my kinktober)

I'm going to go through the alphabet that I used for my robin alphabet: here and pick three random one piece characters to write for that prompt. I'm putting all the characters I write for into a wheel and spinning it to decide and I'm not doing the same characters twice in a row! I hope you enjoy!!! ♡

cw: smut, fem!reader

one piece masterlist

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A ~ aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

characters: ace, franky, jinbe,

B ~ body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

characters: kid, perona, shanks

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

characters: beckman, koala, law

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

characters: buggy, nami, zoro

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

characters: bartolomeo, law, robin

more tba...

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[rosinantecigarettes]

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★ i paint my nails black. ★

# INFO!

9teen. she/him. english isn't my first language, keep in mind the possiblity of having a few mistakes.

# BYF & BYI / RULES!

MDNI, my page is for +18, i'm not responsible for ones that fake their age but, if i catch a minor, i'll block. ageless blogs incluided.

I won't write for -18 characters nor age them up. I won't write incest or step-cest, extreme bdsm (piss or related & others), yandere much less things or kinks involving lack of consent.

I will only write what I'm comforable with and i'll gladly ignore requests that involves anything I don't like. I mainly write for chubby/plus sided readers (gn, male and fem (trans incluided)

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# MASTERLIST!

what's real love for them (sanji, corazon, law. part 1)

what's real love for them (smoker, kid, killer. part 2)

what's real love for them (luffy, zoro, mihawk. part 3)

period sex (law)

# REQUESTS!

when the reader likes to make eye contact and smile (buggy, law, bartolomeo, koby)

requests are open!

[azaleakoneko]

I’m just going to make this a W.I.P and general master list since I’m just beginning to compile fanfictions. The most recent will always be tagged in my bio, but this will be here for when I do add more/for navigation. — I also do take requests. Just send in any ideas you may have and I’ll see what I can do with them for you (: I only ask that any NSFW content be asked for OFF Anon so that I can ensure the person asking for it is of age.

Genshin Impact:

Childe

Untitled W.I.P

Scaramouche

Untitled W.I.P

˗ˏˋ ༺｡° .ᘛ 𓆩♡𓆪 ᘚ. ° ｡༻ ˎˊ˗

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Choso Kamo

Untitled W.I.P

Satoru Gojo

Silly, Ridiculous, Mine. — Fluff x GN|Reader

Toji Fushiguro

Untitled W.I.P

˗ˏˋ ༺｡° .ᘛ 𓆩♡𓆪 ᘚ. ° ｡༻ ˎˊ˗

One Piece:

Bartolomeo

Untitled W.I.P

Corazon

Priest Corazon W.I.P — x Fem|Reader

Doflamingo Donquixote

Love game — W.I.P x Fem|Reader

Koby

Untitled W.I.P

Portgas D. Ace

Sweet boy — x Fem|Reader

Sanji Vinsmoke

“Every inch of you.” — Smut x Fem|Reader

Kiss me once — Fluff x Fem|Reader

Dub-Con Therapist Sanji W.I.P

Untitled W.I.P x 2

Trafalgar D. Law

Doctor’s Orders — Fluff x Fem|Reader

Zoro

Birthday Sex. — Smut x Fem|Reader

All content unless otherwise stated belongs to: ©HowlTheSanjiSimp. Please do not copy, modify, translate, repost or promote my writing or graphics on other platforms. Please DO feel free to comment, reblog or follow <3

[eustassmoss]

-Before you request-

some things before you request

- i default to gender neutral reader, if you want you are free to request for other genders (fem, male, includes trans) i ask you add whether you want afab or amab bodies especially for nsfw works

- I am an 18+ blog so Minors DNI!

- i am lgbtq+ so this is a safe space for all, no hate will be accepted towards any sexuality, gender, race, or disability/illness

- please be kind and respectful, a please and thank you is always appreciated

- when requesting nsfw you must be 18+

- i throw event stuff and prompt lists out for requestings but you are always welcome to leave your own ideas and suggestions whenever, my inbox is always open

- i write what inspires me and sparks my interest, so not all requests will be fulfilled, but when i open commissions i will fulfill whatever as long as it’s within my commissions rules/which word size you choose

what i will write:

- fluff, comfort, angst, smut, gore and yandere

- polyamorous relationships!

- most kinks, check the i will not write list, it’s shorter

- threesomes (tell me if your okay with dp bc i love writing that), i will also write gang bangs

- headcanons, drabbles, one-shots, series (fics that have the same topic for different characters), and chapters (fics that continue onto multiple parts or book sized fics i write)

- write single parent or {character} with kids or adoption, with kids aged 5 and older

things i will not write:

- scat

- daddy/mommy

- incest/stepcest

- pregnancy, talk about getting pregnant, babies

- vore

- farting kink

- character cheating on reader or reader cheating on character, will write trashy ex bf cheating on reader and comfort/confession from character (i hope this makes sense)

- anything anti lgbtq+

characters i write:

Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Robin, Usopp, Franky, Eustass Kid, Killer, Heat, Wire, Law, Penguin, Shachi, Dracule Mihawk, Corazon, Doflamingo, Boa Hancock, Gol D. Roger, Silvers Rayleigh, Bartolomeo, Perona, Shanks, Kaido, King, Black Maria, Katakuri, Buggy, Ace, Marco, Thatch, Izo, Kuzan (Aokiji), Issho (Fujitora), Smoker, Sabo, Yamato

only platonic, fluff (human characters) and comfort:

chopper, bepo, Nekomamushi, Luffy, Whitebeard, Koby

characters i will not write:

Bellamy, Blackbeard, Akainu

[rxinrxinxx]

Ruin ❃ She/her ❃ Bi ❃ 30 ❃ Virgo

Ruin's not my real name but I prefer this way.

Mistress of being delulu 24/7. I'm here to share with all of you my creations but I'm shy. Give me some time please ❥.

I started this blog ‘cause writing is a hobby that I’ve always had and although I’ve been without doing it for several years —or writing less than I used to— the last six months of my life have brought a total change in my life that has led me to take up old habits like watching anime and my head has changed. Completely exploited. I need to get it out of me and I don't know why I should share it, but if you enjoy it half as much as I do writing it, I'm already happy.

Right now I'm very, very into One Piece, although something related to Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen or Trigun Stampede may also come out (and maybe something from Nana, I'll go wherever inspiration takes me).

𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈

—❃ Respect, always. I come here to disconnect from the problems of reality, so I don't want to find new problems. If you don't like what you see on my blog you can block me and we're both still happy.

—❃ This blog's in English but that’s not my first language, so please be gentle if you wanna correct me —I’ll be glad for learning though—

—❃ This blog's gonna share and upload things with adult content, so it's a blog for people over 18. MDNI.

—❃ Everything I write will have an OC that I’ll always try to describe as little as possible.  Personally, I don't like using the term y/n for my own creations—I love the concept, I fully support whoever uses it, I read it and enjoy it, but when writing it personally prefer to use other terms—so it's possible that some OC’s end up with a name or being called she or by nicknames.

—❃ Normally it will be fem!OC because I can't avoid a little bit of self insert in each story /sorrynotsorry.

—❃ Wanna try writting in first or second person so that way I could make gnOC fics, but this will be in the future.

Right now I have an absolute obsession with the Donquixote brothers which I'm trying to develop in a couple of projects, but the two of them live in my head 24/7.

I also have a strange fixation on Shanks.

Sanji and Bartolomeo are in the oven and more ideas that I hope to bring soon.

But also, in the future I would like to dedicate a few words to: Buggy, Crocodile, Smoker, Robin, Shakky, Law, Sabo —and Suguru, Toji, Satoru, Nanami, Naruto, Kakashi, Itachi, Vash, Nai, Nicholas Wolfwood.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕

Pedophilia. Under any concept. Just like I won't write about characters who are minors at their current point in the story.

My ask is open for you to ask or request whatever you want. Of course, I'll accept those requests that really inspire me and want to carry out, I'll not force myself to write things that I don't want or not feeling at the moment.

𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔

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