#one piece kuzan

[zevanspiece]

I do love him

[1000sunnygo]

Reposting the lettered extra pages for better visibility. Thanks again @walrsu for providing the source!

[miraisentai]

Can I get a uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[merbear25]

Could i request for some friends of mine Day 26 - unprotected sex with Aokiji and a Female x reader ? 😏🧊

Branching out with writing for new characters has been fun, so I hope I did the request justice. Hope your friend likes it 💜🧡

With your steamy sessions planting the seed of temptation, each moment spent tossing and turning on the sheets made it more and more difficult not to give into primal urges entirely. You two were always careful, but there were times when throwing caution to the wind bore so much more appeal.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, fluffy smut, unprotected sex, defined relationship, ovulation mentioned, vaginal penetration, creampie

Worth the risk (Aokiji)

There wasn’t anything he needed to do to rile you up. He was lounging in your living room: legs stretched out, arms propping up his head, and his sleep mask on. Seemingly without a care in the world, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep. He wasn’t even doing anything, and yet you felt a prickling urge to wake him up to selfishly indulge yourself. 

His chest rising and falling slowly and steadily, the way his throat contracted as he involuntarily swallowed his saliva: your eyes held onto each subtle movement. Each curve of his muscles was evident even through his clothing.

You rested your face in your hands, looking over at him longingly, as if he wasn’t already your husband and was just a mere handsome stranger. A pining sigh escaped you, accidentally drawing him out of his nap.

“Is that what that sound was?” He teased, peeking at you from under his sleep mask.

“I can’t help it,” you half-heartedly complained. “You knew I’d get extra crazy about you this week.”

“Oh, did I?” He chuckled and waved you over to his side.

You hurried over and cuddled next to him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, pressing you against him. He hummed in contentment from the way your body felt against his. Your soft breasts offered a tender contrast against his firm muscles, and the gentle curves of your body offered a comfort he couldn’t find anywhere else.

The heat from your body spread across every inch of you. The time period following your menstruation was typically agonizing; you just wanted to be near him, to feel him at all hours of the day. Luckily for you, he was more than happy to oblige.

“You’re already so warm,” he murmured lazily. He positioned you so that your thigh was settled on top of where he’d be wanting you the most. As his hand rested on your thigh, massaging it up and down, the other was kept snaked around you—the hand gripping your ass firmly.

Any touch he offered you never ceased to leave you wanting more, especially during this week. Even though there were times you believed you may be running him dry, his desire to satisfy you time and time again didn’t waver. He always knew how to make you feel cherished.

Your hand roamed over his chest, tempting yourself with what was surely to come. When your fingers caressed him with more urgency, it caused his own to stir with more abandon. He gently thrusted against your leg, gripping its softness to gain more friction. Your gaze caught his, both of you having sailed into a whirlwind of passion.

You leaned up just for him to meet you half-way. His lips crashed into yours. Despite those gale force winds whirling within him, the kiss was laced with sensitivity, a kind which was reserved only for you. Those sweet sounds of pleasure escaped you, hanging on your soft skin as you exchanged your fervor with increasing necessity.

“You always know how to make me feel wanted,” you admitted in a hushed tone between kisses.

“But you are,” he held onto you tightly. “You’re so wanted.” 

Your lip lock deepened. The heat building between the two of you was enough to char you, and yet there was no way you would rather go out. To be consumed by the flames of shared passion was to know what it truly meant to be someone’s beloved.

Those whimpers you made whenever he touched you in just the right place were enough to drive him mad. With how much you vocalized his effect on you, he was just as expressive just through physical touch. The attention he gave your body caused you to tremble without fail. Your shudders while you desperately tried to hold on to any remaining control you had of your body was a challenge he never wanted to lose.

Both of your hips rutted against each other more frantically, eager for some proper release. He reached between your legs, and a sigh from the pleasant slickness pooling in your panties was muffled against your forehead.

Your brow furrowed as his fingers slipped under the fabric and danced along your slit. The sensitive bundle of nerves was targeted because he couldn’t allow himself to go without hearing your cries dripping with euphoria.

“I can’t remember if we remembered to buy condoms.” There was a bite of sexual frustration as the thought of having to postpone this reared its head.

“Can’t we make an exception? Just for today? I haven’t felt you, all of you, for such a long time.” His airy pleas to lose yourselves fully in each other left goosebumps prickling across your skin.

As much as you knew you shouldn’t, the temptation, the gratification that would leave both of you panting and bodies aching was too much to bear. Feeling yourself getting lost in the raging sea of your love, you dove head first off the side of the ship. Your consent was sealed with another deep kiss.

He pressed himself against you, coaxing another intoxicating murmur out of you. His fingers continued gliding between your folds, yearning to feel your wet warmth wrapped around him.

Tugging your underwear off, he hungrily explored your body as if he hadn’t touched you in years. Your fingers unbuckled his belt, giving you access to the answer to all your current problems.

“I want to feel you inside me so damn badly.” You played with his tip, spreading the precum around it in teasing rubs before stroking his full length.

“I know you do,” he groaned when he slapped it against your needy cunt. The sounds of your arousal splattering against his shaft was a perfect appetizer for the main course he was about to gorge himself on.

Easing himself into you, the way your hands tore at his shirt made his breath catch in his throat. Each thrust was diligent. Your spasms shook your entire body, which only added to the wanton sensations coursing through him. Pushing further and deeper, your body welcomed every inch of him.

Skin against skin, his cock twitched from how perfectly your body molded around his. Your angelic voice whimpering from his increasing intensity of your shared need for the other would put his ice abilities to shame—a wildfire set out to burn everything in its path.

“You’re so beautiful.” A low groan rumbled in his throat. “Just want to lose myself in you.” As his hips bucked into you, he could feel that much sought after edge approaching from the distance.

The tides of your most carnal urges crashed against you, pulling you out to sea to drown in the abyss of your ecstasy. With you trembling around him, the cries for him took every ounce not to go in after you. But then again, how could anyone resist diving into the depths.

Grasping at your hips, hot streams of cum coated your insides. The beads of his seed dripped out of you from around his still buried cock. A glutton when it came to you, he didn’t want to pull out of you just yet. The lingering shivers of euphoria casted down his spine.

When you lovingly wrapped your arms around him, his body reacted to your instinct—to have and to hold until death do you part. Each twist and pull of the waters of your love for one another would withstand the tests of time. With the risk having been casted, perhaps the potential consequences of your recklessness would be seen as a blessing in disguise.

[zewarudo]

[fanaticsnail]

Aokiji for Kissing Booth please :3 (first time ask omg I just had to)

The Kissing Booth: Aokiji Kuzan for Skullfacedlady

Word Count: 700+

Notes: Your first time requesting, my first time writing for Aokiji. Wooh, I'll be writing for him again. His kiss had me feeling some kind of way, not gonna lie. Come and get a kiss, Skullfacedlady!

The crumbles of wafer-thin paper rustled into the jar beside your seat. The air around you began to grow unnaturally cold at a rate that raised alarms within you internally. You hastily sought out the source of the draft by gesturing your head from side to side, your silken blindfold prohibiting you from locating it more accurately. 

A deep rumbled chuckle hummed in front of you, as you heard your new guest place themselves on the seat in front of you. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. Sometimes I can’t control myself,” the smooth baritone hummed at you, his cadence soft and teasing, “Referring to the cold, that is.” You inquisitively cocked your head to the side at his confession and furrowed your brows beneath the material shroud. 

“You’re cool?” you ask him, a soft smile forming behind your pursed lips. You jolt upright at the feeling of an icy hand gently caressing your hand, the shock at such a temperature drop shaking you and puckering your skin with each subtle touch.

“Cool as they come, baby,” he offered you with a soft hum in his flirtatious tone. You felt him lean in, his glacial radiance biting at your skin before he drew himself closer. “May I?” You nod softly, fixing your posture to sit upright as he coaxes you into himself. 

His hand came up to gently cradle your face, gently smoothing over the skin at the apple of your cheek before lowering to caress your jaw. His touches felt soft, deliberate and sultry: his fingers dipping up further to touch over your lips. 

The featherlight touches from his fingers were gently replaced by his lips molding and caressing your own. His lips were cooler than his fingers were, a pleasant shock to your senses as you leaned into his touch. He gently mouthed at you, sensually and slowly coaxing more of you to open up to him. A pair of glasses brushed with your silken blindfold, almost catching the seams of the material shrouding your vision.

Intertwining fingers with yours, he gently raised your hand up to his neck and held it there with his, the other finding your hip and gently tugging you in closer to him. His kiss felt as if he was savoring every moment, no action rushed as he gently romanced you with his lips. 

Slowly drawing out his tongue, he switched angles and gently brushed his muscle with yours. At each moment, you truly felt like you were falling in love with his lingering touch, the coolness of his kiss had each fiber of your hair follicles standing to attention. 

The lingering effects of the cold touch began to numb and swell your bruised lips. With a soft groan of disappointment, he pulled away from you and assessed your lips. Clicking his tongue, he attempted to warm your lips by placing the heel of his palm against your skin. 

“Sorry, baby,” he hummed at you, chastising myself, “I find it hard to control myself around such beautiful people sometimes. Seems you’re no exception to the rule.” He pulled his hand away from your lips, witnessing the smile drawn up over your lips. 

“I don’t mind,” you exhaled in a breathy pant, a puff of cool vapor exiting your parted lips with every word, “I find your inability to control yourself alluring, honestly. Makes me feel special.”

“Oh, you are special, sweetheart,” he chuckled down at you, gently giving you a chilly kiss on the cheek before retracting himself from you completely. “You’ll still be here in an hour?”

“I’ll be here for another hour or so, yes,” you nod in confirmation, a soft giggle fleeing your lips at the admittance. He mirrored your expression, reaching down and giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 

“I’ll see you again on my way back then,” he uttered to you in a slow and laid-back tone. You reclined in your stool, pursing your lips to stifle your smile from rising on your cheeks further. 

“Looking forward to it,” you confessed, feeling his aura retreat with him and reignite your body in the natural warmth of festival air. Your lips still tingled with the lingering numbness of his icy lips on yours, a beautiful memory and promise of what's to come swelling your cheeks in a flush of warmth in anticipation.

[mercillery]

DAD KUZAN? DAD KUZAN.

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD + HEADCANONS + OOC? WHO KNOWS…

NOTES: I wrote this because I think Kuzan would be an amazing father figure…or maybe it’s just me, I don’t know.

If I’m being completely honest here, I really can’t picture him being someone’s biological father either, to be honest. It’s not like the guy doesn’t have the capacity to care—he’s got that hidden soft side—but the image of him actually settling down and having kids of his own? Yeah, no. This is the same man who would rather nap under a tree with his bike leaning nearby than deal with any sort of responsibility beyond his own whimsy.

However, father figure? Now that I can see. I can easily imagine some random kid just latching onto him, following him around after seeing him do something cool (like freezing an entire sea, y’know, normal stuff), and deciding, “Yep, you’re my dad now.” Maybe they start pestering him, asking questions while Kuzan, in his typical fashion, is just casually napping or lazily giving half-hearted responses between long stretches of silence. He’s probably half asleep half the time, not even realizing he’s gained a tiny shadow until weeks later.

He’d probably just go along with it. He’s not one to fuss or overthink things. One day he’d wake up from his nap, find this kid sitting right next to him, and be like, “Arara. Still here, huh?” before shrugging it off. He wouldn’t necessarily raise the kid in any traditional sense—there’s no way he’s waking up early for breakfast or doing school drop-offs. But he’d have a way of teaching them things, unintentionally at times, through his actions. You’d learn a lot from just being around him, whether it’s his strong moral compass or his ability to take life at his own pace, despite all the chaos.

So whether you’re his biological kid or just some random child who decided to stick to him like glue, I can definitely see Kuzan filling that fatherly role, albeit in the most Kuzan way possible: relaxed, a tiny bit distant, but undeniably cool.

First things first, as Kuzan's child, there's no question—he absolutely keeps you as far away from Blackbeard and his crew as possible. Listen, Kuzan may have a reputation for being lazy, but when it comes to your safety? There's not a shred of laziness in him. The man might be laid-back, but he’s sharp, and there’s no way he’s going to let you get tangled up with that bunch of pirates.

For starters, he knows exactly what they're capable of. He’s not naive; he knows Blackbeard and the crew would have no problem using you against him, trying to manipulate the situation, or worse, straight-up threatening you just for the fun of it. He knows that they aren’t exactly a “family-friendly” crowd. And let’s be real—he also knows that being around them would be a terrifying for any child. Their idea of a normal Tuesday is probably your worst nightmare.

So even though he's technically rolling with the Blackbeard Pirates now, when it comes to you, Kuzan’s got this invisible barrier setup. It’s like he’s saying, "Yeah, I’m with them, but you’re not." He’s always one step ahead, working from a distance to make sure they stay away from you. And if, by some unfortunate stroke of fate, you or one of the Blackbeard pirates get too close to each other, Kuzan's immediately on alert. He’s already brainstorming a dozen ways to steer the situation without anyone noticing.

The bottom line? He absolutely does not want you affiliated with the Blackbeard Pirates in any way, shape, or form.

If you’re an ice lover and chewer, then congratulations—you’ve hit the jackpot. Kuzan is basically a walking, talking, 10-foot-tall popsicle. Need ice? No problem; Kuzan’s got you covered. With him around, you’ll never run out of the frosty goodness you crave. Want some ice to chew on? He’s more than happy to snap his fingers and conjure some up for you. But—and this is a big but—there’s a catch.

Because, as much as Kuzan loves to spoil you (in his own laid-back kind of way???), he’s not about to let you go to town on some gigantic ice chunks. You’re just a kid, after all, and he knows your teeth are still those little baby ones. He’s not about to let you chip a tooth on his ice or, heaven forbid, choke on a massive chunk. So instead of giving you the satisfying, crunchy ice pieces you’ve been dreaming of, he hands you the tiniest, thinnest shards of ice you’ve ever seen—basically, ice confetti.

And, of course, you’re disappointed. You wanted the good stuff, the crunchy stuff, but nope—Kuzan isn’t having it. He’s too chill to be strict about most things, but when it comes to your safety, even the king of "I don't really care" has his limits. And broken baby teeth, or you choking on a huge piece of ice? That’s no-go for him.

So no matter how much you whine, complain, or throw a fit about it, he’s only giving you these sad, little wafer-thin pieces of ice. You could scream at the top of your lungs, stomp your feet, or even give him the full-on puppy eyes—and he still wouldn't. I wouldn’t give you those big chunky pieces of ice you wanted.

He’s way too chill to be swayed by your tantrums, and when it comes to ice, safety comes first. So while you might dream of munching on a big, satisfying ice cube, all you’re getting are the Kuzan-approved baby-safe ice slivers.

If you’re cold, Kuzan’s solution is simple: he’ll casually hand over his blue bandana and his dark green trench coat—both of which are comically too large for you. Honestly, you could disappear into them like a turtle retreating into its shell. The bandana? Yeah, it doesn’t just cover your head; it swallows it whole. You’d be lucky if anyone could even find your face under all that fabric. And the trench coat? Well that thing might as well be a sleeping bag. It drapes over your entire body like a blanket, probably dragging on the ground as you shuffle around, but hey, it keeps you warm, right?

Kuzan wouldn’t be lying if he said he finds the sight quite amusing. Every time he hands over his bandana, he watches as it completely engulfs your head, covering your eyes, nose, and most of your mouth. You’d look like a tiny version of him, minus the ice powers and the towering height. And the trench coat? Forget it. You’re practically swimming in it, the sleeves flopping past your hands, making it impossible to move without tripping over the hem. You’re like a walking coat with legs peeking out.

He probably gives a lazy chuckle every time he sees you bundled up like that. “You alright in there?” he might tease, though you know he’s secretly enjoying how ridiculous and adorable you look buried under his oversized clothing. This is his way of keeping you warm, even if it looks like you’ve raided his entire wardrobe.

And if you decide you want to keep his bandana or trench coat? Well, he doesn’t mind in the slightest. In fact, he’ll let you hang onto them for as long as you want. You could wear that bandana like it’s your new identity and drape that trench coat over yourself like a cape, and he wouldn’t even ask for them back. At this point, it’s almost like you’re robbing him of his iconic look. He’s probably already decided you look better in them anyway they don’t cause they’re too big on you, but he finds it cute, so go ahead and keep it all.

I’m not even exaggerating when I say you could probably fit entirely in that knapsack Kuzan lugs around everywhere. Whether you’re too small or his knapsack is just too big is a mystery we may never solve. But seriously, if you ever got tired, cold, or just couldn’t be bothered to walk anymore, there’s a good chance he’d plop you right inside without a second thought. It’s roomy enough, and let’s be honest—it’d probably be more comfortable than trying to match the stride of Kuzan’s long legs.

Because let’s face it: mini-you trying to keep up with Kuzan’s ridiculous height is a losing battle. His casual, lazy pace is like a light jog for you, and after about five minutes, you’re probably huffing and puffing while he hasn’t even broken a sweat. So what’s the solution? The knapsack, of course. He could carry you around in that thing as easily as he would his eternal stockpile of snacks (because we all know Kuzan’s gotta have those, but you eat them all anyway while you’re in there).

In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he alternated between carrying you in his knapsack and in his arms just to keep things balanced. One day you’re nestled in his arms like a baby penguin, and the next, you’re bouncing around in the bottom of his knapsack like a little stowaway. You might peek out of the top every now and then, catching glimpses of the world while he continues strolling along, totally unbothered.

It’s not that Kuzan’s trying to baby you, but he’s practical. There’s no way he expects you to keep up with his towering form, and let’s be real—it’s much easier for both of you if he just hauls you around like a piece of luggage. Plus, it’s not like he’d mind. You being small enough to fit in his knapsack is likely just a bonus in his book. He’ll act like it’s no big deal, but you know there’s a little part of him that finds the whole situation amusing.

Basically, he’s got you covered, whether you’re in his arms or stashed away in that bottomless knapsack. Either way, you’re getting from point A to point B without having to wear yourself out trying to keep up with those long legs of his.

He definitely annoys you a lot by constantly pinching your cheeks. Seriously, he just can’t help himself. Your face is like some kind of magnet for his fingers. The second he sees those squishy, soft cheeks of yours, it’s game over. He’s gotta pinch them at least once a day, or he might just lose his cool—or, y’know, whatever counts as “losing it” for someone as chill as Kuzan.

It’s not like he does it to be mean; in fact, it’s the complete opposite. Your face is just so ridiculously squishable that even the usually laid-back, low-effort Kuzan can’t resist. He’ll walk by, casually ruffle your hair, and then BAM!—before you know it, his fingers are pinching your cheeks. And of course, it’s never just a gentle pinch, either. No, he’s gotta give them a good squeeze, just to hear that little noise of protest you make. It’s part of his daily routine now, like drinking coffee or something.

And yes, Kuzan definitely thinks you’re the epitome of adorableness. Your squishy cheeks are just the physical manifestation of that. Sure, he acts too cool to make a fuss about it, but if anyone else tried to pinch your cheeks, you bet he’d have something to say about it. Those cheeks are his to squish, and even though he’ll play it off like it’s no big deal, it’s his way of showing that he cares.

So whether you roll your eyes, push his hand away, or try to hide your face, it doesn’t matter. Kuzan’s still going to get his daily cheek-pinching fix, and you’re just going to have to deal with it. Sorry!—but when you’re that adorable, even someone as composed as Kuzan can’t resist giving those cheeks a little squeeze.

His hair is definitely something interesting for you—curly, and cut to chin length, with the tips fanning out in a way that practically begs you to mess with it. And honestly, as a kid, you just can’t resist. It’s like his curls are calling out to you, practically daring you to poof them up, so of course, you do. Every chance you get, you’re right there, fluffing up his hair like it’s some kind of art project. It’s basically your own way of revenge, especially after all that pinching and squishing he’s done to your chubby cheeks.

And it’s not like Kuzan really stops you. Nah, he’s way too lax for that. You could spend a solid ten minutes working on poofing up his curls, making them all bouncy and frizzy, and he wouldn’t say a word. He might even take a nap while you go crazy with his hair. You’d get it all puffed up, looking like some kind of fluffy masterpiece, only for him to casually shake his head afterward and completely ruin it.

Every. Single. Time.

You’d stand there, arms crossed, absolutely deflated as he runs his hand through his hair, casually smoothing it back to its normal look. All your hard work is gone in an instant. It’s like he doesn’t even realize the effort you’ve put into making his hair a giant, fluffy cloud. “Nice try, kid,” he’d say, maybe throwing in a lazy smirk as if he’s not fully aware of your disappointment.

It’s almost like a game at this point. You mess up his hair, poof it up as big as possible, and he calmly restores it to its usual state. Rinse and repeat. Sometimes he’ll even shake his head extra hard, like he’s trying to prove a point, his curls falling right back into place as if mocking you.

But here’s the thing—he doesn’t really mind. He’ll never say it outright, but there’s something about the way he lets you mess with his hair that shows he’s cool with it. You could poof it up every day, and he’d sit there with his usual lazy expression, letting you do your thing. It’s probably more entertaining to him than anything else. Plus, it’s not like he has much to do while he’s lounging around, so why not let you have your fun?

At the end of the day, though, you know what’s coming. No matter how much effort you put into puffing up those curls, Kuzan’s going to smooth them right back down, leaving you with a mix of pride in your work and the frustration of seeing it undone in seconds. But hey, he doesn’t stop you from trying, and that’s probably his way of saying, “Go ahead, kid. Keep at it. I’ve got time.”

Kuzan and cooking are like oil and water. The man is horrible in the kitchen; no question about it. It’s like his natural talents just stop cold (pun intended) when it comes to making food. You get hungry? Well, buckle up, because he’s about to embark on a culinary disaster.

But hey, to his credit, he tries. He’s a lazy guy, sure, but he’s not so lazy that he’ll just leave you starving. The problem is that his cooking skills are NONEXISTENT. You’re lucky if you don’t end up eating something that’s either charred beyond recognition or still weirdly undercooked, despite being in the pan for way too long. It’s like he manages to both overcook and undercook food at the same time, and you’re left wondering how that’s even possible.

He’ll stand there with his usual half-bored expression, poking at the food with a spatula, looking like he’s not entirely sure what’s happening. And when it comes time to serve it up? Yeah, you’re basically eating burnt stuff at this point. There’s no way around it. The irony of the fact that the man who can literally freeze the sea can’t stop burning food is not lost on you. You’d think with all that control over ice he’d at least be able to chill out on the stove, but nope. It’s crispy all the way.

And yet, he genuinely puts in the effort when you’re hungry. He might be lazy about most things, but when it comes to making sure you’ve got something to eat, he’s willing to give it a shot—even if that shot results in something resembling charcoal. “Here, kid,” he’d say, sliding a plate of vaguely food-shaped items toward you, “I think I nailed it this time.” Spoiler: He didn’t.

But don’t worry—his cooking will eventually start getting better. You’re still eating mostly burnt stuff, sure, but it’s less “oops, I made a rock” and more “oops, I made something that’s only slightly overdone.” You can still tell it’s food, at least. And honestly, at this point, you’ve developed a sort of tolerance for the burnt bits.

You’re still not exactly dining on gourmet meals, the food’s still a little crispy, and you’re not always sure what’s supposed to be edible—but it eventually becomes more tolerable, trust. He’s a new dad in the making, and cooking isn’t really his strong suit, but he’s slowly getting there. It’s progress, and as long as he keeps improving, there’s hope that one day you’ll be eating something that’s not 70% carbonized.

For now, though, you’ll just have to settle for a lot of burnt dinners and Kuzan’s deadpan “Enjoy” as he hands you a plate. But at least you know he’s got your back, even if that means the occasional charred meal.

If anyone even thinks about messing with you, they’re in for a serious awakening—because Kuzan doesn’t tolerate that kind of nonsense. There’s no way he’s going to just sit there and let someone mess with his kid. If it’s an adult causing trouble, that chill demeanor can quickly become intimidating. He’s not about to let some random person push you around—he’ll get serious real quick if he needs to.

Now, Kuzan’s not the type to jump straight to violence, but he’s more than ready if the situation calls for it—but only if absolutely necessary. He’s calm, yes, but make no mistake, he’s prepared to throw ice hands if the person causing trouble doesn’t back off. Of course, he knows you're a kid, and he doesn’t want you to see him go full-on badass mode in a fight, no matter how much you’d probably think his ice powers are “super duper cool.” He’d much rather keep you away from that kind of violence. If things are about to get messy, his first instinct is to tell you to look away, close your eyes, and cover your ears. He’s not about to let you witness something like that.

And if the other person just won’t back down, well, that’s when Kuzan’s icy side really comes out. The temperature seems to drop, and that stoic expression of his hardens as he steps up, ready to put the person in their place. He won’t hesitate to freeze someone’s feet to the ground or send an ice wall between them and you. Yeah, he’s basically downright intimidating and dangerous when he needs to be.

Now, if it’s another child bullying you, things are a bit different. Kuzan’s not about to go full Ice Age on a kid, obviously. But here’s the thing—most kids your age would probably take one look at this towering, six-foot-plus giant of a man and rethink their life choices. The second they see him strolling over, calm as ever, with that unbothered look in his eyes, they’re already backing off. I mean, who wouldn’t? Kuzan’s height alone is enough to make anyone think twice about picking on you. You’ve basically got scary dog privilege—except it’s not a dog; it’s your super duper cool dad.

But if the bully is feeling extra brave or just a little too dumb to realize what they’re up against, Kuzan has his own way of handling it. He’ll crouch down a little to their level, still towering over them, and in that low, calm voice, he’ll firmly tell them, “Hey, cut it out. Stop bothering my kid.” Just like that. There’s no need to raise his voice or get angry—just his presence and tone are enough to get the message across. It’s that parent-like authority that makes the bully shrink back, and just like that, the situation’s handled. No need for ice or fights—just a few well-placed words from Kuzan, and the problem is solved.

So whether it’s an adult or another kid trying to mess with you, Kuzan’s got your back. He can be as cold as ice when he needs to be, or just intimidating enough to send a bully running for the hills. Either way, you’re safe with him, and anyone who tries to test that? Well, they learn pretty quickly that messing with Kuzan’s kid is a terrible idea.

Kuzan is surprisingly chill when it comes to the usual trouble kids get into—like cursing or sneaking a piece of candy from the store. He’s not one to overreact, mainly because he gets it. Kids are learning, and part of growing up is figuring out what’s right and what’s wrong. He remembers being a kid once, running around and cashing some mischief himself. So he tends to take a more relaxed approach. But don’t let that fool you—he will call you out when you mess up.

For instance, if you dropped a curse word, he might raise an eyebrow, give you a glance, and calmly say something like, “You kiss your mama with that mouth?” It’s not a scolding, more of a gentle reminder that maybe you shouldn’t be swearing like a sailor. No need for long lectures—he’ll just make a little quip and leave you to think about it.

Now, when it comes to stealing, things are a bit different. Let’s say you swiped a candy bar from the store. The first time he catches you, Kuzan will probably let it slide with a casual, “C’mon, don’t make a habit out of that.” He’s not going to drag you back to the store right away, but he’ll definitely make it clear that you shouldn’t do it again.

But if you do pull a stunt like that again, well, that’s where things get interesting. Kuzan’s the type who believes in learning through experience, so you can bet he’ll march you right back to that store, have you return whatever it is you took, and make you apologize. And no, there’s no escaping it. He’s firm but still calm about it, and honestly, having to face the consequences like that is a bigger punishment than any time-out could ever be.

The real kicker, though, is what happens if you keep testing his patience. Kuzan may be lenient, but he’s not about to let you get off scot-free forever. If you’re being particularly stubborn or if you keep pulling the same tricks, he’ll start thinking of creative ways to teach you a lesson—ways that are a little more embarrassing for you. Maybe he’ll announce loudly in the store, in front of everyone, “Hey, my kid took something they shouldn’t have. Let’s go return it and say sorry, okay?” Cue your mortification.

The embarrassment is enough to make you never want to do it again. You’ll probably sulk and shoot him an angry look afterward, thinking that you hate him for humiliating you like that. But deep down, you know he’s just trying to steer you in the right direction.

Even if you’re mad at him in the moment, Kuzan’s not too bothered. He knows it’ll blow over. He’s doing it all because he cares, and even if his laid-back nature makes it seem like he’s not paying attention, he’s got your best interest at heart.

When winter rolls around, Kuzan’s definition of “keeping warm” becomes a bit… extreme. You’d think that being an ice man, he’d have a perfect understanding of cold temperatures and how to handle them, but ironically, he’s so accustomed to the cold that he has no clue what “too cold” feels like for a regular person—especially for a kid like you. To him, being cold is just another day in the life. So naturally, when it starts snowing, his protective instincts go into overdrive, and he wraps you up like a little walking bundle of fabric.

It starts off with one coat, then another, and another, and one more, and two more, and three more, and probably four more…and before you know it, you’re waddling out the door buried under layers of jackets, scarves, gloves, and sweaters—there’s probably a beanie or two shoved on your head for good measure. You’re practically swimming in oversized clothes, struggling to move your arms because they’re weighed down by puffy jackets. Honestly, you’d be warmer than a marshmallow roasting by a campfire at this point, but Kuzan just keeps piling on the layers. He just wants to make sure you don’t freeze.

"Uh... Dad?" You mumble, muffled by the scarf he wrapped around you about five times. “I’m kind of... sweating.” You’re not cold at all—actually, you’re overheating under all these clothes, which is kind of impressive considering you’re outside in a snowstorm.

Kuzan just looks down at you, eyebrow raised. “Really? It’s freezing out here. You sure?” He’s genuinely puzzled because to him, 20 degrees Fahrenheit feels like a tropical vacation.

You nod—or at least try to, but the scarf kind of restricts your movement. “Yeah... maybe we can take one jacket off?”

Kuzan hesitates. He doesn’t want you catching a cold or getting sick, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to completely disregard your comfort either. After all, if you say you’re warm, maybe you are. Still, he’s reluctant, giving you a look that says, “Are you sure you want to do that?” He’s probably thinking of all the ways you could end up freezing the moment you take off even one layer.

“Alright,” he finally relents, tugging one of the jackets off your overly bundled body. “But keep the scarf and the hat. You never know when it’ll get colder.”

Of course, even after peeling off one layer, you’re still swaddled in a ridiculous amount of winter gear. Kuzan doesn’t do anything halfway when it comes to keeping you safe and warm, so you're still looking like a walking ball of puff. At least now you can move your arms a bit more.

If you weren’t a napper before, well, you better get used to it because now that you’re hanging around Kuzan, naps are mandatory. The man is the epitome of relaxedness, and somehow, his sleepy energy has rubbed off on you. It’s like the moment he decides to take one of his classic mid-day naps, you feel your own eyelids getting heavy. You might not even be tired, but seeing Kuzan lazily sprawled out, snoring away somehow makes you want to nap too. It’s practically contagious.

And if you’re feeling particularly snuggly? No problem. Kuzan isn’t one to complain about extra warmth, even if it’s from your tiny little self. If you want to curl up next to him, he’ll wrap one of his long arms around you and pull you close. He’ll probably even shift a little to make sure you’re comfy, tucking you in like you’re the perfect-sized teddy bear. Because you are. Except you’re not really a teddy bear.

Now let’s say that one day, instead of lying next to him, you decide to sprawl right on top of him—because why not? He’s big, he’s cozy, and he’s basically a human-sized mattress. You could literally flop right across his chest, stomach, or even lie across his back, and Kuzan? He’s perfectly fine with it. The man doesn’t even flinch. He just adjusts slightly, like, “Oh, you’re using me as your bed now? Cool, go for it,” before drifting right back to sleep without a second thought.

So congrats, you’ve officially been drafted into the nap life. Whether you wanted to or not, you’re now a professional napper, all thanks to Kuzan.

Remember that old sleep mask Kuzan used to wear back when he was still a Marine? The one he’d casually pull down over his eyes while everyone else was busy stressing out? Well, I like to think that even though those days are long behind him, he still keeps that mask tucked away somewhere in his knapsack.

And let’s just say that one day, he just hands it to you. No big speech, no grand gesture—just a lazy “Here, you can have it.” Now, the thing is massive on you. I mean, the mask is practically half the size of your face, and it keeps sliding down over your nose or up into your hair. But hey, Kuzan doesn’t care. He finds it pretty amusing how it looks on you, especially when you try to wear it seriously, like you’re mimicking him in some way.

Whether you’re sleeping or just goofing around, that sleep mask has pretty much become your thing now. Sometimes you wear it just because you can, even though it’s comically oversized. Other times, you carry it around like a prized possession, tucking it into your own little bag like it’s something important. Maybe you don’t fully understand why he gave it to you, but that doesn’t matter—it’s yours now, and you wear it with pride.

Kuzan doesn’t mind, of course. If anything, he’s probably glad it’s getting more use now that it’s yours. Every time he sees you waddling around with it over your eyes, almost bumping into things, you can catch him smiling. He never says it, but you can tell he’s kind of proud that his old Marine memento has become your new signature look.

Yeah, overall, Kuzan’s a great dad. Super chill, unbothered, and a literal human ice pack when you need it. If you're in the market for a dad who can nap at any given moment, pinch your cheeks just because, and accidentally turn your lunch into charcoal, then come get your own Kuzan today! (now only 5 berries down, 5 berries a month—frostbite risk included for free!!!!!)

[mega-ringsandthings-world]

some LT AU fashion: for context, some shit happens and now everyone in OP dresses like they're on the catwalk (they're being dressed based on vibes, symbolism and how expensive the clothes are) transcripts of notes/references below

Law has a coat for every day of the week is out-cunting Caesar in his own home Monet has designs on his virtue looks like something from Tron: Legacy and that's a plus had a whole new wardrobe designed before going to Punk Hazard fishnet turtleneck because he's a slut

Robin she has the fur bottom coat had insect designs put on it for Luffy is breaking all the sumptuary laws has a matching hat and muff not pictured: the head of the fox on her right shoulder (it's fox fur) designs are made from actual gold thread the tail of the fox is her muff fabulous and knows it yes, those are Chanel boots

Perona is at her and Zoro's farewell party @Mihawk's Mihawk made the dress is the best dressed there (by default) is about to drag Zoro's outfit for filth dress has a matching caplet is currently giving an interview and just called Mihawk old

Tashigi arriving to G-5 is about to eat shit in those heels jacket is her fave part of the outfit marine color scheme ying yang earrings (gift from smoker) not pictured: the marines on either side of her making sure she doesn't fall jet-lagged (ship-lagged?) not sure how she feels about the stockings bag is full of Smoker's cigars (probably)

Kuzan/Akoiji post Punk Hazard (not a marine) marine clasp worn ironically immediately got out the jeans and beanie after the ass-beating those jeans are designer and cost more than your life giving princess leia vibes with the caplet and hair he's tired

Kuzan/Akoiji pre Punk Hazard (marine) running away from the paparazzi is about to ditch the entire outfit he held the title of "Best-Dressed Marine" for two weeks because of this outfit the seventies called they want him to come visit man has got the go-go boots on under those pants

[owarinaki]

One Piece EP1113 -Kuzan recap

[loralbott]

New Skill unlocked

[divine-cricetinae]

moar…

[shanksbaby]

y/n: What do you want to be for Halloween?

Kuzan: Yours.

y/n: …yeah, that would be pretty scary.

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Kuzan (21st September)

One Piece

[miraisentai]

You cant walk out the way you walked in

[merbear25]

Hiii

For halloween event

Vampire AU

Kuzan

House/manor

Reader is a female

Sfw or nsfw 👁👁 IDK AAA surprise me.

Tag : praising , romantic, thirsty (for blood.. and maybe more.. ahem..)

LOVE U !!

Hey, hey!! Okay, okay, so I'm still new to writing for him, so I hope I did you request justice. Thank you for sending something for the event! 💜🧡

With the roads being narrow and overgrown, the chilly wind that tore through the mountains took your soul along with it. Shuddering from the early visit of winter, you trudged up the hill, praying that some carriage would cross your path. In the distance between the dying branches, a manor could be seen. The embers of hope were fanned, for whoever sat upon the hill would surely offer your sanctuary.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, vaginal penetration, creampie, mentions of blood and drinking from reader, fluffy smut

Beacon of hope (Kuzan)

A path with a fork in the road: your village could no longer offer you what you needed, but leaving came with an inevitable risk. A chance at a better life was exactly that—up to fate. However, with the early approach of winter and the harvest not having been promising for the past couple of years, many would’ve killed for the opportunity that had been given to you. A job offer that would relocate you to the other side of the country where many lived lives of luxury, and yet here you were fretting over what would become of your home whose soul had been carved out of it.

“If you won’t take the job, maybe they’ll take me!” Your father joked.

“You know why I’m hesitating…”

“I do but you won’t be throwing your life away on my account. I’ll be fine. Heck, I’ve been just dandy all these years and still have many more to come!” His laugh brightened the dull room, painting the walls with his vibrant personality.

“I’ll send money home as often as I can. I promise.” You held his frail hand, sealing your promise with more than just words. Your warmth never failed to offer much needed solace.

“With a heart like yours, you could melt this blasted winter away.” He patted your hand, smiling up at you. One last meal before you were destined for greatness, but it was far from celebratory no matter how hard your father pushed it.

The morning sun remained hidden behind the thick clouds as you climbed into the horse-drawn carriage. Heartfelt wishes of luck were bittersweet because the road ahead was only just being paved. Uncertainty of what awaited you, how successful you’d be, and what that would mean for your family left a heavy weight on your shoulders.

You had a vague sense of direction. The map you held seemed to provoke anxiety more than reassurance as you yanked it out at every sign, river, and stump you came across. “This is getting ridiculous,” you huffed. 

So as not to allow your nerves to prick at your senses, you decided to keep to the path you’d been told. “The instructions were straightforward. Stop second guessing everything,” you muttered under your breath, unable to refrain at the frustration towards yourself.

A week long journey with nothing but the company of your own thoughts. Fears of what could be and excitement of what the future held mixed and swirled together. As the fifth night began closing on you, the treetops hanging overhead rustled. Their bare branches creaked from the powerful winds. Each gust cut to your core and made you wince from the icy sting.

A startling snap from above echoed around you, spooking the horse and sending it recklessly galloping through the narrow passage. The reins slipped through your fingers as the carriage tilted and jostled you in your seat. One large rock upturned it, hurling you onto the unforgivingly harsh floor of the woods.

The horse managed to free itself and frantically sprinted between the trees. As it disappeared behind the tall dark trunks, you were nailed to the ground by shock. The whinnies of your frightened companion soon fell out of range, and as the bitter cold surrounded you, so did the possibility of perishing.

With nowhere to go, your best chances at coming out of this in one piece was to keep moving forward. There has to be someone else nearby, a hut, straggler, anyone! Panic set in as the realization that you were horribly alone sunk in your body that was chilled to the bone.

Looking up in disbelief at your own misfortune, a glimmer of possible sanctuary peaked through the branches. A manor sat on top of a hill offered a second wind. Your numb legs carried you as quickly as they could, the rocks that made you stumble, the twigs that scratched at you were paid no mind because at the top of that hill was warmth.

Lights in the windows were glowing more intensely as you approached the entrance. The gate was unlocked to your amazement. A loud squeak of rusted metal did little to deter you. Finding a happy ending to that night’s turn of events was the only reel playing in your mind.

Loud thuds of the knocker vibrated through the front door. “Hello? Is anyone home? Can anyone please help me?” Your calls were soaked in desperation, for if whoever lived here chose to turn you away, could very well mean severing the strings of life.

Your strained pants caused the lump in your throat to grow. Waiting for any sign of mercy to grace you was agonizing, but as the tears swelled in your eyes at the creeping thought of there being no savior, the door flung open.

Those tears fell from your wide-eyed expression, when a tall dark-haired man asked your business of being there. His stern face led to you spewing everything that had happened up to that point. Your sorrowful begs yanked at his heart strings that had long since been dormant.

“O-okay! Okay, I’ll help you just stop crying…” He held the door open for you, unsure if he was supposed to place his hand on your back or offer you anything.

“Thank you so much! I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t helped me.” Your sobs softened as you looked up at him through wet lashes. Such a sweet tearstained face being flushed from the cold made his chest tighten. It’d been a long time since he was in the presence of a lady that wasn’t on the menu.

He had grown so used to swift ends that he nearly forgot how truly delicate women were. Your soft features were only emphasized as you tried to soothe your woes. “Would you like tea?” The gesture was kind and he gave you a meek smile when you nodded.

“Here…come sit near the fire and I’ll bring you some.”

You put your hands out towards the fire as you waited on the leather couch. Violent shivers covered your body to which he placed a blanket over you. “Be careful, it’s hot.” Taking the cup, your fingers brushed against his.

“You’re so cold! You aren’t unwell, are you?” All he could do was stare at you as the concern you held in your eyes washed over him. The dazed look on his face made you reach out further. “Are you okay?”

“You just remind me of someone.”

The crackling of the fire kept the air between you from dying. You sipped your tea and sighed in satisfaction at the relaxing herbs. “This is lovely, thank you.”

“Are you warm enough?” He cautiously inched closer to you. When you didn’t recoil, his demeanor eased. “I could fetch you another blanket if you’d like.”

“N-no, no. I’m fine. I…I couldn’t be more grateful to you.”

He watched as you gently blew on the beverage, paying close attention to how your lips moved. “You’re quite beautiful,” he said in awe.

Being in such an intimate setting with a man you barely knew got your heart fluttering. His dark eyes held you in a trance. You could feel yourself getting a bit lightheaded the longer you stared into those black pools of mystery. Gentle sways of your body coaxed him to bring a hand to your arm.

“Sorry, I haven’t properly been around many people in such a long time, let alone a gorgeous woman such as yourself.” He leaned in, letting his lips graze your cheek. Your fingers clung to his silk shirt. Short breaths became rapid as he trailed up to your ear. “I can’t resist having a taste.”

A growl rumbled in his chest as your pulse quickened. Sinking his fangs into you, he was mindful how deep he punctured that lovely neck of yours. Your whimpers and tearing at his shirt only heightened your appeal, making you more mouthwatering by the second.

“You’re being so good for me. You sound so sweet and taste even better.” He lathered your wounds with his hot tongue, swirling the tip in the openings for a moment to lure out more of your choked sobs. His hand trailed to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly as he pulled you away from him. 

Blood stained his tan skin and pearly white teeth. Your eyes were glazing over at the sight of him as you were being pulled deeper into the tangling vines of unprecedented desire. He leaned down again, your breath mixing with his. A brief moment hung in the air. Your eyes fluttered to his mouth and your soft pants passed over your quivering lips.

You tugged at him to come closer to which he wouldn’t dream of denying. Crashing his lips against yours left residue of your blood on you. You opened your mouth slightly and let your tongue dance along his bottom lip. A deep groan came from him, and he tightened his grip on your head. Even with your tongues swirling and bodies pressed up against each other, you still weren’t close enough.

Shaky hands roamed under your dress, making your chest heave from the rising passion yearning to meld with his. “So beautiful,” he moaned before bathing the other side of your neck in tender kisses.

“Lay back for me, darling,” he said breathlessly. Positioning himself between your legs, he teased your sweet spot, reveling in those sweet sounds of yours. “God, you’re so perfect.” Your eyes were locked on his, letting the connection between you burn that much more brightly.

As he pressed into you, his grip on your hips tightened. Feeling your dripping need for him spasming was putting his self-control to the test. The way you arched your back from his steady thrusts made him wilder for you.

Such lonely nights had come to an abrupt end; here you were, an object of his desire, offering him so much more than a quick bite. It had been so long since he allowed himself to experience intimacy and vulnerability, and yet none of that mattered. “If you keep making those sounds and moving like that, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back for much longer.”

“I-I want it, please.”

His pace increased, filling the previously lonely space with lustful gasps and the wet slapping of your colliding hips. Your body encased him entirely, as if never wanting to let him go. His breaths stuttered and shook from the temptations of ecstasy swirling within.

Frenzied final thrusts pushed him past his breaking point. In a strangled cry of pure bliss, he coated every inch of your needy cunt. Shudders of peak fervor lingered in your bodies. His hands roamed over you, admiring every dip and curve. 

“Sweetheart,” That pet name carried endearment as the realization that he couldn’t allow you to leave sunk in. “You’ve completely ruined me for anyone else.” He leaned down to capture your lips again. Soft exchanges of want passed between you and made wrapping your arms around each other that much more inviting.

The wind continued to howl outside. While it made its way through the mountains, the warmth of the fire offered the two newfound lovers an orange glow. The heat of your recent fervor gave you much more to bask in than the lust you shared.

[zewarudo]