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alexa-fika · 8 months ago
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Hey, can you do a niffty reader with whitebeard pirates?
basicly niffty is a housekeeper who quote on quote "likes killing mother bugs in front of baby bugs as a warning to the others" is very much a probem child in the mentaly unstable way, likes punishing bad boys(whatever that means) and likes stabing people, Multiple times.
She is from hazbin hotel
Menace Ahoy( Whitebeard pirates x male!child!reader)
A/N, y’all I had this one ready yesterday but I forgot to post it 🤭 And then forgot to do it this morning too,oops. If you know Hazbin Hotel you know what you can expect on a character based on nifty, if not expect references to blood killing and overall red flags in a child 😂
Update: (Female Version)
Reader here is replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which stands for Reader in japanese
Dividers by @/saradika
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“You lost him?!”
“The hell do you mean me?! You were also supposed to keep an eye on him!”
“That’s enough the both of you! Right now, we need to focus on finding him before he sneaks into the kitchen or the training areas.” The first-mad yelled, scolding his crewmates
“I swear I had him by my side a few seconds ago. I just I blinked, and just like that, gone! It’s like he just up and vanished!” Ace said desperately, looking around
“That’s why you can’t take your eyes off him; he is quick like that,” mutters Vista, thinking of where the little menace could have run off to now
“He wouldn’t get off the ship, would he?” He questions
“Unlikely, he will only get down once he sees one of us has deboarded, and despite looking for trouble, he won’t leave our side unless we tell him he can,” Izou pipes in
Their discussion is quickly cut short as two voices join their conversation
“What have I told you about sneaking into the kitchen?” Thatch grumbles, holding the child by the scruff of his shirt walking closer to the men
“But it was a mess! I needed to clean the mess up!” He fusses, looking up at the chef
“No, uh, Kitchen is a big No, No, don’t trust you not to steal one of my knives again.”
“But it was a mess; I need to go back and clean it; I need to make sure it’s clean, so much mess, I need to clean it,” he rambled on as he began to spiral on the thought of the kitchen and all the tools and areas that needed to be cleaned up
“Hey, Hey, I get you want to clean, but you can’t just barge in and start cleaning; you could get badly hurt if you touched one of the hot surfaces. Please don’t go back in there without one of us,” He said, lowering the kid to the ground
“Just don’t sneak in there again, got it?”
“Sorrey”
“It’s okay; I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried you could get badly hurt. How about you come to ask me first, and I‘ll let you know if I help clean?”
He grins, nodding excitedly
“Okay!”
“Hey, Dokucha, are you coming with us?” Called Vista; Marco and Izou already waiting for the pair at the port
“Yeah!” The exclaimed, running his way but skidding to a stop and looking at the two behind him
“Are you not coming?” He asked, looking at Thatch and Ace
“I’ll stay here; I have some things to attend to in the kitchen,” Thatch replies; he takes a moment to sigh and rub his head
“Someone has to keep this idiot some company,” quips Ace with a grin, only to groan as his comment was received with a hit on the back of the head
“What the hell, Thatch?!”
He snickers at his brothers' antics and resumes running his way to Vista, joining him as they go down the gangway
“Where are we going?”
Marco looks back at the two
“I need to refill some of the medical supplies; after that, we need to stack up on drinks,” Marco answered, looking down at the list he held in his hands
He jumps his way to Marco, hanging from his shoulder to take a look at the note
“What’s gunpowder? And what the hell is whetstone?” the boy asked, squinting at the words in the note
“Language,” muttered Marco, giving a side eye to the child on his shoulder
“Whetstones are used to sharpen swords, Dokucha; I need it to sharpen my swords; the one we have has grown dull,” Vista answered
“Hehehehe, Can I have the swords when you sharpen them?”
“Certainly not.”
“Just for a little bit, just want to test them; how do you know if they go through the skin if you don’t try it?” He grinned, a maniacal look growing in his eyes
“Who are you trying this on?!”
“I can find people to stab real quick; you won’t miss them.”
“No”
“I can use the blood of our enemies.”
“Still no.”
“Bah, what about gunpowder?”
“It’s used for firing weapons like my pistols,” Izou replied, showing the kid his pistols as he said that
“No.”
“Din’t even ask!”
“Don’t need to; you wouldn’t be allowed.”
“Ugh, party poopers,” he whined, sticking his tongue at the two
They roll their eyes at his antics, a chuckle escaping Vista as he shakes his head
“You’re quite something, Dokucha,” Marco stated, putting the note away and beginning to make his way into town
“I wouldn’t trust you with a wea- Agh!” His words were cut off as one of the locals knocked into him, causing him to stumble slightly in surprise
“Watch where you’re walking, dumbass,” they growl, continuing their way deeper into town
“…”
“Stab, Stab?” He said, not taking his eyes off the person as they walked away, an ominous-looking smile growing on his face
“Leave them,” Marco groaned, brushing himself off
“But they deserve it to have their blood splattered!”
“They are not worth it,” Vista sighed, shaking his head
“It’s fine. Let them have their rude ways; they hardly deserve any of you’re attention,” Izou added
“Don’t let people like that bother you, Dokucha; people like that enjoy pushing people around. It’s best not to waste your time with them,” Vista finished
“They were rude; come on, just one stab! I’ll make the prettiest painting with their blood.”
“No”
“No one will mis-
“Absolutely not”
Everyone would be hap-
“Just drop it.”
“Come o-
The three stated their answers firmly, all three sharing a similar tone that told him there was no room for discussion
“Party poopers”
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So how was that? I tried to keep Dokucha an unhinged child, in a comedic way and make sure not to pass that line where you’re like bro this kid is a psychopath and no one should be near him. Im not sure if I was able to establish that balance here
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jadedchainsaw · 2 months ago
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Y’all fuckin with OC x cannon kisses???
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yujo-nishimura · 11 months ago
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The Wedding
Disclaimer: A very silly head canon for @lostfirefly
Words: 1780
Saw the below picture and thought this is something Buggy would wear at his own wedding!
Warning: Written in one setting, not proof-read. Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC
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The highly anticipated day had finally arrived. Helga stood nervously before her mirror, anxiously adjusting the laces on her dress and tucking away loose strands of hair. Her bridesmaid, Yujo, positioned herself behind Helga, meticulously ensuring that every detail was in place.
"Don't be so nervous, Helga. Your jitters are making me uneasy too," Yujo chuckled, gently fastening the blue necklace around Helga's neck. She had made certain that her best friend had something new, something old, something blue, and something borrowed. However, Yujo wasn't entirely satisfied with the color of the necklace and swiftly removed it again. 
"Why did you take it off?" Helga asked, panic evident in her eyes. Every minor inconvenience on this day felt like a blow to her already frazzled nerves.
"I actually do not like the color. Let's find something else!" Yujo laughed, attempting to calm Helga's worries. As she gazed upon her friend, Helga appeared absolutely breathtaking.
Helga wore a graceful, sleeveless dress in a soft lavender hue that accentuated her delicate shoulders. A lavender-colored veil adorned her elegant red updo, adding a touch of ethereal beauty. Her radiant blue eyes shone even brighter with the subtle enhancement of her simple makeup. Completing her ensemble, a sparkling bracelet borrowed from Yujo gracefully adorned her slender wrist.
"Today, Buggy would be an absolute fool to say no!" Yujo whispered affirmatively, making final adjustments to the veil before stepping back and admiring her friend. "You're all set. Let's go out there and marry that clown!" she exclaimed, brimming with excitement.
In the grand banquet hall, Luffy was already making a dent in the buffet, eagerly devouring the food intended for the wedding guests. Dressed in a customary black suit and sporting his iconic straw hat, he displayed his carefree nature. Nearby, Nami and Vivi enjoyed a drink together, both elegantly clad in soft turquoise dresses, the designated color for the wedding guests.
Brook and Rayleigh, despite the early hour, shared a drink, the flush on their faces and their loud voices suggesting they were already slightly intoxicated. Just then, Chopper burst in, brimming with excitement as he proudly carried the rings for the couple. "I can't believe I have the honor of presenting them the rings!" he exclaimed joyfully.
Amidst the bustling scene, no one seemed to notice that Zoro was likely lost, having mentioned earlier his intention to use the restroom. Meanwhile, Sanji and Franky positioned themselves at the hall's entrance, attentively observing the arriving guests. Tension and anticipation filled the air, amplifying when Cabaji and Mohji, Buggy's best men, finally made their entrance. Only Luffy remained undisturbed, now attempting to wolf down an entire turkey.
At that moment, Yujo entered the room, captivating Sanji with her elegant light green dress. "Yujo-swaaaan! Is Helga-chwaaaan ready?" he called out, smitten by her presence.
"She is, Sanji. And stop loitering around and ogling other female guests. Be useful and prevent Luffy from emptying the buffet table before the rest of us have had a chance!" Yujo retorted, her tone firm yet playful.
Sanji, always eager to comply with a woman's request, swiftly hurried over and dragged Luffy away from the delectable desserts. Yujo scanned the room, her gaze landing on Nico Robin, who sat at a table with the man she had been seeking. Clad in his characteristic fur coat, Sir Crocodile sat, holding a glass of whiskey. His face visibly brightened as he caught sight of Yujo.
Yujo swiftly glanced over the guest list, noting with satisfaction that nearly everyone had arrived. However, she couldn't help but wonder why Shanks had not been invited. Setting aside her curiosity, she poured herself a glass of whiskey and gracefully approached Crocodile. From this point onward, everything lay beyond her control.
As the lights dimmed, the lively chatter of the pirates gradually faded away. The door swung open, and Buggy made his entrance into the hall. Dressed in an elegant black suit accentuated by a golden tie, he appeared impeccably groomed and striking. His long blue hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail, and though lacking in confidence, he summoned the courage to make his way from the entrance to the small stage at the end of the room.
Observing Buggy's apprehension, Cabaji swiftly approached him with a flask, allowing him to take more sips than he probably should have. With a genuine smile, Cabaji reassured him, "It's going to be fine, Captain!"
Strengthened by the drink, Buggy took a step forward, all eyes fixed upon him. Remarkably, he managed to reach the stage without stumbling. Since neither he nor Helga believed in a higher power, they had foregone the presence of a priest for the ceremony. Instead, they had chosen Mihawk, who would utter a few words and swiftly conclude the proceedings, as he was the least interested in the entire celebration.
Yujo prepared herself to rise from her seat, fully aware that Helga would soon require her presence as a bridesmaid. However, as she attempted to stand, she was caught off guard by the chilling touch of metal against her thighs. It was then that she realized Crocodile had a firm grip on her.
"Where do you think you're going, baby?" he hissed softly, ensuring that only she could hear his words. "I need to support my best friend!" Yujo whispered frantically.  "She's about to marry a damned clown. You can't help her anymore," Crocodile grumbled, exerting more pressure on Yujo's thigh. "Get under the table," he commanded, his voice laced with an unmistakable authority.
The door swung open once again, prompting the remaining few who had been engaged in conversation to fall into an awed silence. Helga entered, accompanied by the lion Richie on her arm. Vivi and Nami gasped in admiration at her breathtaking beauty, and as Buggy caught sight of her, he was certain he might either faint or flee. Yet, he did neither, taking solace in the final sip from the flask that Cabaji handed him, the warmth of the whiskey soothing his nerves.
The room erupted in applause as Helga was led down the aisle, her graceful steps accompanied by Brook's melodious play of "Binks' Brew" on his violin—an exquisite piratey backdrop to the bride's arrival. Finally reaching the stage, she stood before her soon-to-be husband, Buggy, causing tears to stream down the faces of Mohji and Richie.
"Our captain is about to become a husband! He looks stunning and so well-behaved," they murmured, overcome with emotion.
Zoro, who had returned from the restroom, observed the dramatic scene and promptly decided to make his exit once more. Meanwhile, Mihawk let out a deep sigh as he surveyed both Buggy and Helga, before asking with a tinge of impatience, "Are you ready to proceed?"
"Yes!" Helga exclaimed eagerly, brimming with excitement. Buggy, his nerves palpable, whispered softly, "Yes..."
"We have gathered here today..." Mihawk began his speech, only to be interrupted by his own yawn.
Buggy quickly leaned towards Helga, his anxiety evident. "You didn't invite Shanks, right?"
"No, darling, as you requested," Helga replied, chuckling softly.
"...and blah blah blah... Since none of us really care, please proceed with your vows!" Mihawk interjected, breaking the whispered exchange. Helga, who had dreamed of this day her entire life, took a deep breath and began:
"Since the day I first met you, Buggy, you have transformed my life. You erased the loneliness I felt and the hidden sadness within my heart. With you, I can truly be myself, and you accept me just as I am. You are a silly and marvelous partner, my best friend, and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. Being with you is the greatest blessing in my life."
Everyone was moved to tears by Helga's speech, besides Yujo, she was moved to tears under her table for a different reason, trying to control her gag reflex. 
Mihawk wore a pleased expression at Helgas speech and then turned his gaze to Buggy. "Your speech, pierrot?" he inquired, his patience wearing thin.
"Oh, was I supposed to say something?" Buggy responded, a tinge of embarrassment coloring under his flawless clown makeup.
"Well, I always knew this day would come. From the moment I laid eyes on you, Helga, I knew you would fall head over heels for me. And who wouldn't, considering the captivating captain that I am? So, you can't really be blamed. Many have succumbed to my charm, and you just happened to be the unlucky one caught in the same fate!" Buggy proclaimed, prompting a brief hiccup and a muffled fart from the audience, followed by a hushed "Yohohoho, pardon me!" before he continued his speech.
"Despite all of my astounding qualities and the perilous adventures that lie ahead, you've remained by my side and I truly appreciate it. Thank you, Helga. I actually want to be with you, now and forever, if you can stand being with me that long." Buggy concluded, his final words filled with sincerity, leaving everyone in awe once again. Helga's eyes shimmered with adoration for the love of her life and soon-to-be husband.
Chopper swiftly approached, carrying the rings, while Mihawk had taken a seat and begun sipping on a glass of red wine. As he realized it was his turn to say something once more, he simply nodded and muttered, "Rings, eh?"
Buggy and Helga exchanged rings with trembling hands, and Buggy, looking somewhat helpless, cast a hopeful glance at Cabaji, hoping for another sip from the flask. However, it was already empty. Helga briefly wondered where her bridesmaid had disappeared to, but Buggy's impatience got the better of him.
"Alright, we've completed all the important formalities. Let's just wrap this up and head to our room!" he declared.
"Whatever suits you best..." Mihawk sighed, standing up with a sense of resignation and making his way to refill his glass.
With a swift motion of his detached hands, Buggy gracefully caught Helga, ensuring she landed safely in his embrace rather than tumbling off the stage.
"Damn, I love you, Baby!" he whispered, leaning in to kiss her with a fiery passion. The entire audience erupted in applause and cheers as they witnessed the long-awaited kiss, and Buggy made certain not to let go of his newly-wedded wife.
Breaking away from the kiss, the pirate clown effortlessly scooped Helga up in a bridal hold and descended from the stage, rushing towards the exit.
"I don't care what you all have planned," Buggy declared, a mischievous grin on his face. "Helga and I will be preoccupied for the next 24 hours, and then we're off to our honeymoon in Laugh Tale! So long, you fools!"
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crumby-child · 8 months ago
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Drawing of Kara and Alicia
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Hehe, they look so cute 😍
DO NOT SAVE! I WORKED HARD ON THIS!!
Thank you.
(Just realised I drew Alicia better than Kara cause I actually had a reference picture for Alicia's looks, I had to go off imagination for Kara)
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generalsolae · 5 months ago
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These are my two one piece ocs! They are sibilings and their name are Rhea and Jack!
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blackkatdraws2 · 9 days ago
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[Toon x Mobster] drawn for fun, he doesn't know how to hold that thing wwwwww
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shy-writer-999 · 3 months ago
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Ace gets riled up when you wear skirts
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WARNING: MINORS DNI. THIS IS NSFW CONTENT.
Author's note: Smut - fingering that leads to fucking. ~2.3k words. Ace fingers (afab) reader from behind and then they have sex. Pet names. (o˘◡˘o) (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ I hope you like it!!
Ace gets riled up when you wear skirts
“Hey gorgeous.” Ace leaned down from behind where you were sitting and hummed in your ear. His voice melted like honey and went straight to your heart. You were sitting on the couch scrolling on your phone, relaxing while you had a few free moments.
You smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss… but that wasn’t enough right now. Ace needed more than that. Seeing you sit so cutely on the couch, with your skirt thrown over your thighs, your pretty fingers scrolling through your phone… it awoke something in him.
Your presence could flip the switch in Ace’s mind immediately—he’d go from sweet and smiling to desperate for a crumb of your pleasure. You never knew what you were going to get with him, but recently it had been the latter. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you. Every spare moment Ace would pull you into a bathroom and bend you over, pull you into a closet and fuck you standing up, drag you up to the crow’s nest and demand reverse cowgirl in the open air... Skirts made his fantasies more forceful. You could say he had something of a skirt kink, or at least, seeing you in a skirt sent him over the edge. He would imagine pulling the skirt up around your waist and gripping it tight while he fucked you, using it for leverage. He would imagine flipping the skirt over so your ass was exposed to the bare air, pulling the skirt back and spanking your ass so hard it bruised. He would imagine fingering you under the skirt when no one was looking... he had any number of fantasies at one time about you in a skirt.
That's why the sight of you sitting on the couch in your skirt lit a fire in Ace’s core, one that he wouldn’t be able to shake until he had his fill of you.
Ace leaned over you from behind and kissed the top of your head. Surprisingly, he then wrapped his left hand lightly around your throat. You let out a yelp in response. “Ace, what are you doing?”
“I want you.” He rasped in your ear and his free hand crept down the couch, over your chest and stomach to rest on your crotch. His hand lingered on top of the fabric of your skirt. No matter how many times you and Ace were intimate, his closeness made your stomach twist with butterflies. His arms were toned, defined, hard, manly, and his hands, much the same. His thick fingers rested softly on your skirt, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core. His honeyed voice put you at ease, but you could hear the desire and need plainly when he spoke.
Ace palmed your crotch and grinded down through your skirt firmly. You whined and squirmed a bit as friction built on your clit. “Ace, everyone will see.”
“No they won’t, I promise,” Ace whispered sweetly back in your ear. His voice was dripping with desire, sugar-coated, but underlined with a note of desperation. You knew he was about to fuck you senseless.
“Okay, if you say so…” You agreed tentatively, trailing off.
“Put those legs up, honey.” He commanded you charmingly, and you lifted your legs up, propping them on the couch so they were spread wide and your knees were pulled up by your chest.
“Let’s get this out of the way,” Ace murmured in your ear again and picked up the hem of your skirt, pulling it back, exposing your panties. He shifted your skirt up, so it pooled around your waist. You felt exposed and embarrassed, blushing from head to toe. Seeing you in this position, spread open for him, skirt pulled askew, panties uncovered... Ace felt feral.
When he had adjusted your skirt, his fingers came back to rest on your clit over your panties. He tightened the grip on your neck ever so slightly, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. He was so sweet and yet he could be so rough on you—he’d do the nastiest things to you, all while calling you lovely names and petting your head. You loved how he doted on you and how he was obsessed with you—for Ace, it translated into a desire to make you feel good. He wanted you to be in ecstasy from his touch, wanted you to transcend to new levels of pleasure that you never knew, all because of him. Whenever your face twisted in pleasure it made him as hard as a rock, his cock pulsing in his shorts, pressing on his briefs trying to escape.
Your gasping as he tightened his grip was one of those moments. Even the most muted of sounds of pleasure coming from you made Ace feel like he was one step away from either cumming in his pants or ripping all your clothes off and fucking you. He had to use discipline though, to not get too worked up. Your pleasure was his first priority, of course.
Ace slowly started to rub his fingers in circles around your clit. The fabric of your panties rubbed roughly on your sensitive spot, his fingers dragging the material up and down through your lips. Your wetness started to seep out and saturate the fabric, helping his fingers glide over and work through the barrier to your bare pussy with ease.
“Getting excited already?” He purred into your ear and your stomach twisted again. You were, in fact, getting excited already. Your heartbeat was starting to raise, you were hyperaware of his every move, and you were braced for the pleasure you knew he was going to wrench from your core.
Ace’s fingers trailed upwards, and hooked your panties down. Meanwhile his left hand gave your throat one last squeeze and then wandered to your chest, massaging and kneading your breasts.
At the same time, Ace started kissing your neck, sucking on it lightly, then nibbling on it. You felt electric. He was everywhere at once—on your chest, on your neck, rumbling in your ears, you could smell his shampoo, feel the warmth from his skin as bent over the back of the couch to touch you. His fingers crept into your panties and started toying with your sensitive folds that were becoming increasingly inflamed and red. Wetness oozed out of you, and Ace noticed as he leisurely passed his fingers up, over your clit, pausing and pressing there for a moment, then returning back to dance around your opening.
“Are you ready, princess?” He asked, and when you nodded timidly he inserted his middle finger, slowly pushing it into you as you shuddered around him. It felt amazing because he knew your body so well. Making you feel good was an art form to him. He spoke the language of your pleasure, knew your body inside and out, adjusted his movements to the neediness of your moans and gasps, played with you until you got to the precipice of climax.
As one finger ventured inside you, he could feel your walls constrict. You let out another sweet moan and Ace started to go feral; he could feel himself losing control. He sucked on your neck harshly, squeezed your breasts so hard it hurt, and started to move the finger inside of you up and down, inside and out.
He was reading your pleasure, calculating how to make you feel the best. His finger felt the ridges of your insides, the smooth slipperiness of your slick, your spasms of pleasure; he noticed when your thighs tensed up, when your breaths got shallower and quicker, and when your gasps got even the tiniest bit more needy.
When he saw it appropriate, Ace inserted his ring finger, drawing another groan from your lips. His fingers opened and closed like scissors inside of you, stretching you out for him, getting you ready. He curled his fingers and immediately located your sweet spot. Ace wasted no time pressing, pushing, circling, and bullying your g-spot until your wetness dripped out of your pussy, coating his fingers and hand, seeping down onto the couch and leaving a mess.
“Mmmmm,” Ace hummed as his fingers worked. “Does that feel good?”
Of course it did. Your legs were already trembling. He knew how to bring you to the brink of orgasm in minutes and had no trouble touching you until you were begging for more. His fingers felt magical.
“Ace,” you choked out. “Need you in me—please.”
“I’m sure you do, baby.” He sucked on your neck one more time and pulled his fingers out of you, soaked and slippery.
“Open up, pretty.” Ace politely waited a moment and then shoved his fingers unceremoniously into your mouth, making you suck your own slick off of him. He was so unbelievably turned on. His erection was painfully tight; he needed friction, wanted to fuck you so bad, to cum in you, cum on you, make you feel so good. Ace needed you carnally, beyond imagination—he wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t speak anymore, until you couldn’t walk straight, he wanted to make you beg and moan until your voice went hoarse, he wanted to make you orgasm again and again and again.
When you had sucked his fingers dry, the sweet taste of yourself lingered in your mouth. Ace grabbed your face with his hand pulled it close to him, smashing his lips into yours. You let out a muffled moan as your lips met and Ace felt his dick twinge. He pulled out of the kiss after a minute and rounded the couch so he was now facing you.
He leaned down to grab ahold of your hips. “C’mere.”
Ace picked you up swiftly and effortlessly. It was amazing how strong he was and how much he liked to throw you around like a doll. He treated you delicately, but at the same time he would fuck you hard and carelessly. The dichotomy was perfect for you two—vicious and loving, naughty and nice, both options present at any given time and just as welcomed as the other.
Ace lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him on instinct. The skirt draped unevenly across your ass and bunched up in front of you. The messy look turned Ace on arduously. His strong hands were cupping your ass, and he lined up his cock with your dripping wet cunt. He was losing patience. He needed to be in you immediately, needed to fuck you as soon as possible.
“Ready sweetie?” He looked at your face and saw that it was already contorted in pleasure. He couldn’t wait to fuck you so hard you drooled. He couldn’t wait to hear you moan his name on repeat. He needed to be inside of you now.
You nodded in response, desperate for him.
He wasted no time. Ace pushed the tip of his huge cock into you slowly. It passed through your folds, slippery and red, filling you up centimeters at a time. It was an overwhelming feeling, so sensual and satisfying. You adjusted to his girth and length with each second, constricting around his cock, your body remembering the shape of it. When he bottomed out, he let out a low and long groan. “Fuuuuck, baby.”
Ace started bouncing you on his cock, languidly, steady, and deliberate at first. He wanted to tease you, wanted to see you writhe from it, wanted you to want him so bad you begged. Ace was in control now, just as he liked it. And you were along for the ride, which you knew would end in an orgasm so powerful that you would lose your mind.
As you took his cock, nasty, wet, and sloppy sounds started echoing in the room. The sound of his balls slapping onto your wet ass and pussy rang in your ears. He grunted, rumbled in pleasure, and you could feel it in his chest. Your tits were pressed on him, hands clasped behind his neck, legs wrapped around him, toes curling in pleasure. He had you right where he wanted you, and now he was going to ravage your body like a last meal.
Ace sped up his fucking at a measured pace. He started bouncing you quicker, deeper, thrusting his cock up into you as he bounced you. He was bullying your g-spot, you could feel his dick curve inside of you, painting your walls with precum, gliding in and out, leaving pleasure in its wake. He was stretching you and fucking you into oblivion already. Wetness seeped out of you, down onto his shaft, over his balls, dripping on the floor.
His measured pace was driving you crazy. It wasn’t merely enough. “Accceeeee,” you moaned out. “Harder.”
He complied. His cock hit deep and hard, fucking you senseless. Pleasure hit your g-spot spot in waves. His pace was becoming frenzied, unpredictable, driven on instinct alone.
“Do—you—like—that, princess?” Ace groaned, taking a breath between each furious thrust, pistoning up into your red and inflamed pussy. His cock needed more.
“More,” you meweled out in response. Your words sent his body into overdrive. His grip on your ass bruised, his grunts so loud they overpowered the sloppy wet sounds of him fucking you. His hips bucked and jerked up into you, dragging his cock everywhere inside of you, hitting your g-spot, brushing your cervix, sending pleasure to every nerve ending. You never felt so full before.
“Cum for me,” Ace groaned out, hips bucking, thighs shaking.
As he fucked you closer to orgasm his brow wrinkled and his head was thrown back. All he could focus on was how your body felt, what it needed, and how he could make you feel even better. He was assessing how each muscle moved, how you shifted and sighed into him, how wet you got every time he called you a sweet name. He could tell you were getting closer.
Ace lowered you onto your back on the couch, making sure his cock stayed buried inside of you. He pushed your knees up and held onto you, positioning you into a mating press. You looked up at him and your face was depraved, hungry for his cock, you locked eyes with him. The fucked-out look on your face drove him even crazier.
He was so gorgeous it took your breath away. He was sweaty, his black hair slightly ruffled and damp around the temples, his brows furrowed with focus and pleasure, his freckles just as sweet as ever. His nose crinkled a bit every time he thrusted or called you something sweet. And while he was undeniably fucking you senseless, roughly, and fiercely, his eyes still retained all the love he had for you.
Ace rolled his hips into your cunt, rutting his cock against your walls from a different angle this time. He could get deeper, harder, rougher now that he had the support of the couch under him. He grabbed your hips and pressed into you with such force it took your breath away. This was the deepest he had ever been.
“’M so close baby,” he rasped out and you whined in response.
“Me too,” you were breathless. He was making you feel so good it felt like you were melting. You were starting to lose touch with reality—he was the only thing on your mind, and you were completely present. You forgot about everything else in the world when Ace was fucking you.
“Wanna see you cum on my cock,” he grunted desperately as he thrusted into you again.
You whined as his hips crashed haphazardly into you. You finally started to reach your limit. With one more furious drag of his cock inside of you, Ace pushed you over the edge of climax and waves of pleasure washed over you, mindblowingly ecstatic. Your body convulsed. You pulled him closer to you, moaning his name as your pussy clenched on his dick and you creamed on his cock. The pleasure he brought you with each orgasm was other-worldly. You never knew such a thing was possible until you met him, and every day that you spent near him you craved it more and more.
Ace could feel your walls pulsing and shuttering around his girth with your orgasm, and your pleasure drove him crazy. As you moaned his name again and again, Ace watched your face curl into an expression of bliss. You were doing precisely what he wanted—orgasming so hard and so sweetly that you felt like you left reality. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your panting drove him further into ferociously fucking you through your orgasm.
“’M cumming—” he groaned out, thrusting into you fitfully for one final moment, just barely overstimulating your sensitive insides. You shuddered and he groaned again, deeply and needily in response as he went over the edge. He shot sticky white ropes inside of you, so much that it started trickling out of you, a milky pool at the base of his cock. His orgasm was just as euphoric as yours. After teasing himself and holding out for so long, when he let himself fuck you without regard for anything else he allowed himself to dissolve into pleasure completely. He felt like he was floating each time your velvet walls squeezed him, felt like he was going to levitate every time you moaned his name. Cumming so hard from your pleasure left him in the purest euphoria.
You went limp and Ace collapsed on your chest. After a moment of silence, after feeling the warmth and sweat of your bodies pressing on each other, Ace looked up at you. His cock was still inside.
“Fuck,” he panted out. You hummed in response, and he pulled you in for a clumsy kiss. He could feel your walls still shuddering from orgasm just slightly, returning back to normal, still accommodating his girth, leaking a mix of both of your cum from your pussy.
“That was so good, baby,” he said at the same time as pressing his lips onto yours, speaking into your mouth as your lips met. His tongue ventured into your mouth, barely swirling your own, as he sucked slightly and bit your lip. You let out one more moan for him, as you felt his cock twinge one last time.
He pulled out of the kiss at the same time as pulling out of you. You’d never get used to the feeling of emptiness after Ace had just filled you up and fucked you into oblivion. You pulled him into one last long kiss, staving off the moment when you would have to disentangle your bodies and put your clothes back on.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up, pretty girl.” Ace kissed your forehead again and scooped you up in his arms. He would deal with the noticeable stain on the couch later.
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That is all for now, I hope you liked it!! Thank u so much for reading and if you got this far i appreciate you so much (//▽//)
here's my masterlist if ur interested!
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nohr-selphias · 5 months ago
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"I love you, Zevran. I hope you know that."
"Yes... Yes, I know that."
— commission art by @sinizade, posted with permission
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anbaisai · 3 months ago
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The prefect has a day off! Choose what you would like to do: - Visit the mountains with Jade ◀ - Visit people with Floyd
(Featuring @umichipearl's Yuu with Jade)
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stararonia · 14 days ago
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AN EXCHANGE
@yourtamaki and @lokh got me with their oneshot and their art
– pairing: law x f!straw hat pirate
– nsfw: piv
– summary: he never expected to connect with anyone, let alone a Straw Hat pirate.
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As your pretty diamond earrings glinted in the moonlight, you gasped as Law slowly ran his calloused fingers down your ears, gently pressing both earrings. You wore two on each ear, just like him.
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“I’m going to miss you,” you whispered, looking down. Law was laying on your bed, sinking deeper into the mattress as you thrusted into him. He sat up and traced down your jawline with his lips while grabbing and kneading your breasts. He closed his eyes, feeling your skin against his one last time.
“I know.” He murmured, thrusting back to match your pace. He didn’t have to say he’d miss you, you knew he did by how hard he matched your movements and pulled you closer, savoring the contact.
“Fuck, Law,” you gasped as he grabbed your thighs to hold you steady.
“That's right,” he replied hoarsely, twitching with pleasure from each thrust, admiring how your facial features changed when dug his fingernails into your skin. “Come for me like the good little pirate you are.” His words sent a thrill through you as you obeyed, your juices spilling over his cock inside and down to his base. After you settled, you leaned your forehead against his and sighed.
“Whenever you’re ready for a round two, Surgreon, I’m in.” You said against his lips.
Law smirked and closed the gap between your faces, symbolizing he was more than eager to oblige.
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He was the first to wake up the next morning. You were sleeping peacefully against his chest, while his arm was draped over your body. He looked at your cabin door, brows furrowed knowing that after today you wouldn't see each other again - or much later in life if time was on your sides.
“Morning, Law,” you muttered, eyes still closed.
“Morning.” He murmured softly, exhaling a deep breath. He played with your earlobes as you drifted back to sleep, running his fingers on the diamonds that were gifted to you from your family. “Hey,” he whispered gently.
“What?” You mumbled grumpily. He slowly sat up, you following. As you wrapped the blanket around your chest, he put his fingers under your chin so you faced him.
“Your earrings,” he pointed out with no hesitation.
“What about them?” You asked, rubbing sleep from your eyes.
“Would you be willing to trade?” He offered, pointing to his.
“Law...” you started, putting your knees up and resting your arms on them.
“Sorry if I stepped a line,” he said, “I know they mean a lot to you but-”
“Would you like to trade two of them?” You turned to him with a smile, leaning your head down to your hands to take one diamond off one ear. Law gave you a rare smile and nodded, taking off one earring from each lobe. Once you two had two diamond studs and two gold loops on your ears, you looked at each other and admired your new accessories.
“Keep them safe, okay?” You whispered. “And you too.”
Law nodded as he kissed your forehead. “I promise.”
Both of you spent the remaining of the morning in silence, bodies laced with each other and holding the other close knowing that both of you had a reminders of each other, ones you’ll keep for as long as you live.
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sakura-rose12 · 2 months ago
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Tfw you realise your friends haven’t actually confessed yet.
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teenytraveler · 3 months ago
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"Papa!"
just my daily missing dad Loid time feat. his kids 🥹
(the baby's name is James!)
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yujo-nishimura · 11 months ago
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A coffee break - Final Part
This is a heartfelt fanfiction dedicated to @lostfirefly, who has been a constant source of support and encouragement for my writing. Спасибо!
Last part! :) <3 Enjoy!
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6
Warning: Buggy x OC fem reader / Smut / Minors do not interact!
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Their passion surged like an unstoppable force, engulfing them both. The atmosphere within the small bar grew hot and electric, the air heavy with anticipation. Buggy, still partially under the influence of alcohol, found himself unable to restrain his desires. He continued to kiss Helga on her lips, her neck, slowly wandering down with his lips to her chest and breasts. He gently started sucking on her nipples, making her moan softly. 
Longing and impatience consumed her after waiting for him for what felt like an eternity. As she gazed up at her captain positioned above her, a surge of desire coursed through her veins. With a sense of urgency, she seized his bandana, causing his flowing blue locks to spill over her soft belly and cascade onto the table. Despite his weary eyes and smudged makeup, he just looked magnificent in the warm embrace of the orange sunlight. There was an undeniable fire in his gaze, a spark that captivated Helga and compelled her to forgive him for all his past transgressions.
“I never allowed you to touch my hair…!”, Buggy chuckled now, breaking the kiss just to undress himself.
“Right now you are not my captain and I am not taking any orders!”, Helga smiled gently as she said that, helping him to undress, wanting to feel his hot skin on hers. The red-haired girl felt light-headed as she suddenly felt his hard cock pushing against her wet folds. He was so ready to be close to her, right here on this bar table and she held onto him in anticipation, as they continued kissing. 
“I cannot wait anymore..!”, he gently moaned in her ear as he pushed the tip slowly inside her. She was all ready to take him, being impatient herself she forcefully pushed her hips against him. As he was finally completely inside of her, he rested his head for a moment on her shoulder, his blue locks leaving a soft sensation on her skin. Then he slowly started moving, gently to make sure she could take him. Despite the awkward position on the table, Helga's body was trembling from the sensations. Buggy completely filled her with his throbbing cock, he still kept kissing her, just sometimes breaking the kiss to gasp for air and to look into her feverish glimmering blue eyes. 
“Damn, you look beautiful! You take me so well..!”, he hissed and slowly started to speed up his movements. Helga tried to hold on to the table, making sure Buggy could chase his orgasm inside of her. Sweat was glistening on his biceps and chest, he had changed position now, standing in front of the table and holding his girlfriend, pressing one of her legs up to push deeper into her. Helga felt her climax approaching, gently being rocked back and forth by Buggys movements, the friction became unbearable. "Don't stop!”, she moaned and tried to grab him, feeling she was almost there. Buggy, going almost mad by her moans, started to push even harder, the table gently squeaking under their actions. 
"I will claim you as mine, and I will never release you again...!" Buggy gasped, his words escaping in ragged breaths.
Helga couldn't reply, something in her seemed to snap, she trembled and as her velvet folds clenched around Buggys cock. He pressed his fingers deeper into the white skin of her leg. Lifting it a bit higher he blissfully moaned her name as he came inside of her. Sweating and heavily breathing he bent over her naked chest, kissing her once more. “Let's get out of here before someone comes. You come back with me on the ship!”, he whispered and Helga knew without a doubt that there was nothing else in the world she desired more than to embark on that journey with him.
"But promise me that you will control your jealousy and grant me the freedom I deserve as a member of your crew. I want to fight, to be a pirate like any other in your ranks," Helga pleaded.
"I will grant you that freedom, but I will also ensure that no one in this world will ever harm you," Buggy declared, his voice filled with determination.
Slowly rising to his feet, Buggy gathered their clothing, hastily adjusting his hair beneath the bandana, causing Helga to sigh with a tinge of disappointment over the sight of his hidden hair. 
"You don't belong in this place, pumpkin. A bar is not a fitting environment for a capable fighter like yourself," Buggy remarked.
"I am well aware of that. But once again, you must promise me that you will acknowledge this when we return to the ship," Helga insisted.
Buggy took her hand, pressing it against his chest, allowing her to feel the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat.
"I promise. From this moment forward, I will treat you better than I ever have," he vowed.
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crumby-child · 8 months ago
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Hey guys, I know it's a bit dumb that I haven't started my fanfic here even though I said I was writing it, but I decided to write it on wattpad, tumblers word limit hates me.
Here's the link
"Their Lies (A One Piece Story)"
Hope you enjoy!
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hopefilledtrash · 4 months ago
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I LITERALLY LOVE THIS COMM SO MUCH!! 🩷🩷🩷 I just want to thank @themetalhiro for this beautiful piece of art! I've always loved your art and I'm so happy I finally commissioned something from you! 💖 I love how you drew my OC, Yuna, and especially Law! The way you drew Yuna’s hair, her clothes, her fairy wings, her ears, and especially her face is amazing! I will cherish this! Tysm again @themetalhiro you're amazing!! 🫶
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swordmaid · 3 months ago
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nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love, all mine.
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