#one piece oc x reader

[queenmimi2817]

Happy Halloween!

I wrote a little drabble to ship with my OC. The complete sweetheart thanks to the OP Discord.

Dedicated to @frillsinadress @loganwritesprobably and @fanaticsnail for helping me make Blythe the saddest and the happiest OC I have!

Blythe x GN!Reader

Crushing on a coworker seemed like a fine idea until you remembered the coworker was ranked above you and physically towered over you. Commodore Myers was an exceptional marine if you ignored all of the rules she broke. Not arresting pirates, and more; her reputation meant she was seen as a saint to some and a devil to others.

After so many long nights working through paperwork, and intimate conversations, you had fallen for the woman. But some of the anxiety bubbled under the surface. She was your supervisor. And yet, whenever she bent down to whisper a poor joke in your heart or giggled after picking you up for a hug, it felt right to be so close.

Workplace relations be damned, you had to tell her. After all, you only have one life, which you should not regret.

You walked into her office, knowing she was there because she was rarely anywhere else at 9 pm on a Friday. She was the image of a professional. Not a spec of dirt on her uniform, and her desk papers were all straightened and neat, marked with various links and words. Resting on the edge of her nose were white reading glasses, ones that framed her eyes and peeked out from her messy bangs

She hummed, her eyes flickering up to glance over her reading glasses at you.

“You should be resting.” She slipped her glasses off and folded them, “Come to snitch on the Captain for cussing a Rear Admiral out again?”

“No, it’s…a bit more of a personal matter.” You said, feeling the nervous tension become exponential as she stood up and walked in front of her desk, sitting back and leaning over to attempt to be at eye level; as much as she can be with being just over 9 feet tall.

“Do you need to talk about something? Is it health, physical or mental? Do you want me to approve an extended leave? Find a professional?” Blythe questioned, immediately wanting to provide any assistance she could.

“I appreciate the support,but it’s not that, " you said, trying to work up the courage to just say it, to build the bridge and get to the point.

She tilted her head to the right, “Is this a romantic issue? Because I support you: whether it’s a man, woman, or the one in between that I don’t understand much about but fully respect.”

“Commodore Myers Blythe, I think I���m in love with you.”

Blythe stood there blinking, clearly expecting anything else. “…..Me? The same Commodore you saw fall off her own ship?”

You shook your head, “No. The Blythe who cares for everyone. The you that I’ve come to know. The one who sticks up for everything, not just some rule book, and I know it’s stupid: maybe this crush is a simple infatuation but I'm in love with you! Everything about you has consumed me and it's like being around-“

“I love you.” Blythe whispered, almost trying to hide the words, “I…assumed you didn’t feel the same.”

“Who wouldn’t love you?”

“The Fleet Admiral, some pirates, a few more higher-up marines, Vice Admiral Alory-“

“Blythe!” You groaned, before hearing her burst out laughing. The same one heard every once in a while, the one where her eyes squint and she looks genuinely happy.

She wiped her eyes, “You’ll have to be patient. It’s been a very long time since I was in….I can’t remember if I’ve been in a relationship.” She smiled at you, “But I suppose this means I can kiss you.”

“I guess so…” Words died on your lips as Blythe slowly approached, a mischievous smile growing on her lips, causing you to back up into the wall. “Wait, you’re actually going to kiss me?”

Blythe leaned down, her warm breath hitting your lips, sliding her hand down the wall behind you as she gently cupped your chin with her other hand. The touching shocked you as static had collected upon the soft material.

“Tell me no and I'll stop. If the huge gap in ranks bothers you, I want to respect that. If this is too forward and moving too fast, tell me. I need a clear answer, no maybes.”

“Always so professional.”

Blythe huffed a laugh and leaned in, a hair’s width away. “Then tell me Ensign, do I have permission to kiss you?”

“Why yes, Commodore.”

[stararonia]

WEARING LAW’S HAT MEANS...

– sfw

– summary: you’ve earned the privilege to wear the Surgeon of Death’s hat, and these are the reasons why (:

He trusts you, definitely more than he expected. That damn thing has been his one and only constant companion in his life (it has gone through many evolutions) other than his crewmates.

“Make sure it doesn’t fly away.” “You can throw me overboard if that happens.”

He likes seeing it on you; it’s a small reminder to him that despite all of the madness going on, you and a select few are worth living and fighting for.

He doesn’t want you to catch a cold.

“Heat exits out of your head. Wear this to stay warm.” “I think I’ll be fine, Captain.” “Do you want to get sick?”

He lets you play captain of the Heart Pirates here and there - to an extent.

“Are you saying that if I want a pet they can get one for me?” “No, we don’t need one.” “But I’m the Captain!” “Not anymore.”

He is secretly marking you with his scent.

“Ew, what in all the blues did you put on?” “Shut up, Shachi, I smell like a strong, powerful devil fruit user. What do you smell like?”

It’s a way for him to show he cares about you without saying it in words.

[shy-writer-999]

All Bark, No Bite?

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

A/N: Mostly smut. ~4500 words. Strawhat reader (afab) x Ace, who is visiting the ship for a while. When Ace finds someone who can match his banter, what goes down? ( ´ ω ` )

CW: dirty talk, fingering, P in V, prone bone.

All Bark, No Bite?

The flirtation with Ace had been getting ridiculous recently. You’d both been dancing around the idea of fucking each other senseless for weeks. Part of the fun was the teasing—Ace felt like he was going to explode any time he saw you, and his presence stoked a fire in your core any time he was around.

The banter itself was enough to make him hard and you wet, respectively. And sure, you’d make out a couple of times, he’d gotten handsy (with your eager consent), he even fingered you once—but these events happened once every blue moon, and your brief trysts never got past that threshold.

At one point the suggestive back-and-forth and lingering touches transformed into shameless horniness. Any chance he’d get, Ace would make you flustered, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and then he’d turn around and talk about how he was going to fuck you into oblivion someday. You were counting down the hours until the perfect moment presented itself, and, of course, it did.

You shot Ace one too many lust-filled glances one night, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. You were wearing the shorts that you knew drove him rabid, so short that he got a tiny peek of your ass cheeks (Sanji loved the shorts too, coincidentally). Combined with your tank top and the shape of your breasts more visible because you weren’t wearing a bra… Ace could feel himself going feral.

He was sitting next to you at the dinner table, while the rest of the crew was rowdily laughing at Luffy almost choking on a chicken bone because he had scarfed it down too fast. Leaning to the side, Ace murmured something your ear. At the same time, his hand crept under the table and squeezed your thigh.

His comment wasn’t completely out of left field—earlier that night, he complimented your shorts, and you responded something along the lines of “Oh yeah? Wanna see more?” He had rolled his eyes at you in the moment, saying (sarcastically) “mmmhmm, sure” but afterwards he was shaking his head and laughing at himself over how viscerally down bad he was for you.

So, when he leaned over and whispered the following comment in your ear, you giggled. “How much you wanna bet that I’ll fuck you better than anyone has before?”

Now you were the one rolling your eyes. “Fat chance, Ace. In your dreams.”

“What, you don’t want to?” He feigned surprise and hurt, keeping his voice low and hushed.

You gave him an annoyed look and cocked your head slightly. He knew you wanted to. It was fucking obvious.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, Ace, it’s just that I think you’re all bark and no bite. Best dick I’ve ever had? Yeah right.”

A grin took over his face, nose scrunching up just slightly, those adorable freckles winking at you. “You want to find out?”

“I know you want to.”

Ace got up without a word and went to wash his now empty plate. You were puzzled at the lack of response, staring at his back, annoyed, until he turned and flicked his chin in the direction of the hallway. Message received. He put his plate on the drying rack and then sauntered down the hallway in question, disappearing as he turned a corner.

You got up and took care of your plate, following in Ace’s footsteps from a couple minutes before. As you left the dining area you sent Robin and Nami a small wave. Robin smiled and Nami gave you a wink. They knew they would hear every detail later.

When you walked down the hallway, you figured Ace would either be in your cabin or his (guest) cabin. Your door was open, light on just how you left it, Ace he was nowhere to be seen. So, he must be in his own cabin. But as you approached, you could see that his door was ajar, and it was pitch black inside. When you reached the room, you cracked the door some more and peered in. “Ace? Where the fu—”

Mid-question, a hand reached out of the darkness and grabbed your wrist, pulling you. You couldn’t see anything—the shutter on the room’s porthole was pulled shut, the light turned off. The only thing you could feel as you groped around in the dark was Ace’s hand on your wrist, which pulled you closer to what you assumed was the bed. You could hear the muted sounds of blankets rustling in front of you. He let go of your hand.

“C’mere.” His playful voice was a couple feet in front of you.

“I’m trying to, but I can’t fucking see anything!” You snapped, fumbling around in front of you until your foot hit his and you toppled over. He caught you by your waist and guided you down to straddle his lap.

“If you would have waited a minute, I would have given you a light.” He flashed a finger, a small flame burning on the tip. You saw his gorgeous smile just barely before he extinguished it. As his grip grew tighter on your waist, he purred, his face centimeters away from yours. “I want you.”

“I know you do, Ace” you laughed at him. He knew you well enough by now that he could hear you smiling through your voice.

“Please.” His voice was so sweet and pleading, veiled notes of desire behind his honeyed tone.

Leaning forward, you gave into a temptation that you knew would only lead somewhere hot and steamy (and you had no problem with that). It had been far too long since you locked lips.

You’d never get over how soft his lips were and how good of a kisser he was. While the jury was still out on whether or not he fucked you better than anyone else, you knew for a fact that he kissed you better than anyone else.

The kisses started out tame, but you could tell how badly he wanted more. You cupped the side of his face with one hand and threw your other arm around his neck, pressing your body into his. Ace’s hands around your waist crept down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass—extremely accessible through those short shorts. You could feel his half-chub forming in his shorts, starting to press onto the denim that covered your crotch.

Ace’s tongue parted your lips and explored your mouth. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair and you could feel his erection, fully hard now, starting to slowly grind up into you. He was letting out puffs of air into your mouth, hands kneading your ass, pulling on it. You moved your hands from the nape of his neck and reached for the hem of your tank top. When you peeled it off, you threw it across the room.

Ace was about to start massaging your bare breasts, but you shoved his shoulders so forcefully he fell back onto the covers.

“Feeling feisty, aren’t we?” Ace’s smirk was almost as audible as the smug chuckle he let out.

“Don’t move.” You got off his lap and shimmed out of your shorts and panties. When you had freed yourself of them, you leaned forward to tug on Ace’s shorts and the waistband of his boxer briefs; he helped speed the process along, and pulled off his shirt while he was at it.

Climbing back on the bed, you straddled Ace, cowgirl style, as he watched you from below. You felt like he deserved to get teased a bit, since he had such a big mouth and cock. Adjusting so his cock was laying flat on your lips, you started rubbing up and down it, bare pussy grinding on his shaft. At the same time, you braced yourself on his abdomen with your palms. You used his washboard abs for leverage, to adjust how hard or soft you grinded into him. Ace’s hands alternated between squishing handfuls of your ass to gripping your hips tightly.

Ace took one of his fingers and held it before you, a small flame dancing on his fingertip again. The light cast red tones and shadows on your body—he felt a sense of reverence as he watched you grind on him, head thrown back, like you were something holy, some work of art ripped from the frame of a renaissance painting or a sculpture from classical antiquity brought to life.

Your hair, your curves, the way you braced yourself on him, the way your hips rolled ever so slightly to elicit the most pleasure from him… he was in denial about how intensely and ardently he liked you. He was obsessed with you, entranced by you, he couldn’t get you out of his head ever since he started spending time on the ship. Your flirting sessions and the occasional horny tryst were killing him inside because all he wanted was to be close to you.

Sure, he wanted to fuck your brains out, but the feeling he got while he admired you in that muted light was something akin to awe. The moment felt surreal. He extinguished the flame.

“Princess, I won’t be able to take much more of that.” His voice was strained.

“I’m just getting started, Ace, sheesh. Don’t get too excited already, big boy.”

The feeling of your clit rubbing up and down, snagging on the head of his cock sent ripples of pleasure through both of you. It was so easy to get off when Ace was underneath you, like putty in your hands. He was trying to keep his groans back, trying to push them down in his throat; he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing he was enveloped in pleasure after less than five minutes of this. But the precum was already leaking out of him, a fact that did not escape you as you grinded your core on his shaft.

“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.” He croaked, his voice was almost hoarse. He wanted to fuck you immediately—either that, or he’d need to finger you or eat you out, ASAP. He couldn’t take five more minutes of this. He was going to cum soon if you kept it up, and if he came before he even got the chance to fuck you, he knew he’d never live it down.

“Oh, you’re falling apart already Ace? Weren’t you just saying you’d fuck me better than anyone I’ve ever been with?” Your tone was scornful, but you knew he’d get off on that. He loved any sort of sass or brattiness, he liked whining and begging, too, and his heart went crazy inside any time you made pathetic and pleading puppy-dog eyes at him.

“So, you just want to rub yourself on my cock forever and you won’t even let me fuck you with it?” Ace always returned your sass tenfold. His deep voice was incredulous and almost mocking you, but for some reason it felt like he was doting on you.

“Mmmmhhmm, Ace, and you’re just going to have to deal with that.”

He finally let out a groan. It was feeling dangerously good. Concerningly good. The slick oozing out of you and coating his shaft wasn’t making things any easier.

Ace squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing in an attempt to fend off the mounting desire-filled craze that was about to overtake him.

“You’ve got about thirty seconds left before I fuck you senseless, darling.” He practically growled at you—his voice sounded different; more desperate, deeper, and gruff.

You quipped back scathingly with a laugh, continuing to glide back and forth on his cock leisurely. “Ace, you’ll cum from me humping your dick before you even get the chance. I’d like to see you try.”

In a split second, everything changed. Because the room was pitch black, the only thing you could go off was the sensation of being thrown around.

Ace grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, almost knocking the wind out of you. Your stomach was flat on the bed now and Ace was on top of you, his cock throbbing, pressing on your ass. His body was almost completely flush with yours, except he was bracing himself with a hand on either side of your head. His knees were outside of yours, firmly pressing your legs together.

“What was that?” He murmured, close to your ear. “You’d like to see me try?”

You let out a muffled sound, having to pick your head up a bit to be audible amidst the plush covers and blankets. “Yeah, Ace. Try.”

He reached a hand down to push your thighs apart slightly. Combined with you arching your back, he had better access now. He crept his hand down to your core and swiped two fingers through your folds—you were dripping wet, and when his fingers touched your bare folds, your hips bucked inadvertently.

“Now who’s the one gettin’ all worked up, sugar?” He taunted you, repeating his movement down your lips and to your clit a couple more times.

You rolled your eyes, like he could see them. “I’m hardly worked up, Ace. You’ll be able to tell when I am.”

“Oh, is that so?” He teased and slowly inserted his middle finger, his palm coming to rest on your skin. You were so wet that his finger slid in without any resistance. Your walls clenched around him. As he curled his finger and explored your insides, he pressed and roamed, trying to find your sensitive spot.

Now, you were the one trying to stifle your own sounds of pleasure. You feared that you were the one who was all bark and no bite—if his mere finger felt this good inside of you, who knows what it’d feel like when his cock was buried as deep as it could get.

Sure enough, Ace found your g-spot quickly and started relentlessly applying pressure. Your hips jerked up every time he pressed it, and you started to feel so good that your sighs and muffled groans were turning into full-blown mewls. You were one good g-spot press away from moaning his name with reckless abandon.

Based on the way you were squirming and clenching around his finger, Ace could tell that he could make you cum within a couple minutes if he kept going. He was painfully aroused; his cock was aching for friction. He wanted you so bad that it hurt.

He took his finger out and leaned down more, pressing his chest on your back, positioning his cock right at your entrance. He ran his tip up and down through your folds, rubbing it on your clit for a second before returning to tease around your slit.

“Fuck, Ace,” you moaned his name for the first time and he felt his heart stop. “I want it.”

He felt like being a dick. Now that you were under him, sopping wet and moaning his name, he wanted to take his turn playing the part of the bratty tease.

“What was that, pretty? Couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck,” you groaned in frustration. He was going to drive you insane if he didn’t put his cock in soon. You were dying for it. “Ace, I want you. Now. Please.”

That was all he needed to hear before he started to press his tip through your folds and into your cunt. He was stretching you out and it felt so damn good. Your walls shuddered around him and his cock twitched in response. When he bottomed out, his chest was pressed directly onto your back, weighing you down so much that it was difficult to catch a breath. Ace's weight, his cock, and the feeling of him breathing on your neck all constituted an overwhelming sensation. In that moment, you would have done anything he told you to.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Ace rasped in your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. He held still for a moment to feel you pulse around him and listen to your heartbeat below him.

“Ace, move,” you whined. You tried to move your hips up and down, desperate for him to start bringing his cock in and out. You were growing impatient. You could only handle so much teasing before you would start begging pitifully.

Ace obliged your entreaty, dragging his cock out of you slowly and then plunging it back in forcefully. He angled his hips down, getting the deepest possible angle that he could. His body was caging you in, hips pressing into yours. The weight of his body and the angle made you feel tighter and made his cock feel bigger than it already was.

He pulled out again slowly and plunged back in, hard and deep. You yelped and it turned into a moan. “Ace, fuck.”

“Nngghhhh, fuck, Y/N, your pussy is so tight.”

“You—already—said—that,” you struggled to spit out each word as he fucked you.

“I’ll say it as many times as I want,” he smirked in your ear and plunged into you particularly rough. Filthy sounds of pleasure left your mouth as a response. He was fucking you so well that you were beginning to lose touch with reality.

“Do you like that? Do you like when I fuck you like this, sweetheart?” His sugar-coated voice and the pet name went straight to your pussy. Every time he called you one of those adoring names he could feel your cunt pulse around him—your body was telling on you, letting him know how much you liked those affectionate names, even though you would never tell him how much they made your heart flutter.

“Gonna fuck you ‘till you can’t even talk,” he grunted between each word, pulling out slowly and fucking into you franticly the whole time.

You moaned into the sheets in front of you, grabbing handfuls of them and balling them up into your fists. The dirty talk continued from Ace as he got continuously more riled up. He knew you loved it.

“So wet for me, sweetheart,” his voice was rumbling from his chest and into your ear—you could feel it vibrate on your back as he thrusted into you. “Taking it so well. Taking it all for me. So fuckin’ hot.”

As Ace fucked you harder and deeper, he targeted your g-spot, drawing more pleasure from your already dripping cunt. He felt hot and stiff inside of you, and every time his tip and shaft pressed your sensitive spot like it was a button. Your toes curled in ecstasy and your thighs clamped closer together. Each progressive clamp of your thighs let Ace go deeper.

“Tell me how much you like it, baby,” he cooed, breath hot on your ear.

You didn’t know if you’d be able to squawk out a coherent sentence. But you were going to try, or else he would have something else to smirk over.

“F-feels so—so good, Ace, feels like—” your words got caught in your throat and turned into a sort of strangled moan, a noise so primal it made Ace feel like he was going crazy.

“My cock feels so good you can’t even talk? You like it that much?”

You clumsily attempted a nod, stopped by all the covers you were currently getting fucked into. A mewl would have to suffice.

“Aceee, fuck,” the noises were muffled, but Ace knew exactly what you were saying. It fueled him, goaded him into fucking you harder. He wanted you to melt in his touch completely, wanted your eyes to roll back into your head in pleasure. He wondered how good it would feel when you screamed his name and came on his cock. He was determined to find out.

“Your pussy feels so good on my cock, baby, juuussssttt like that.”

Ace slowed his hips down, exercising every bit of discipline he had to glide his cock in and out as slow as possible. For you, this speed was simply unacceptable. You needed more so badly that you were about to scream for it. Was he trying to edge you?

Right as you were going to feebly attempt to snap at him to fuck you better, you realized that he was leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your shoulder blade. He kissed up to your neck, kissed down your back as far as he could reach in this position, showering you in unexpected affection. It made your heart stop for a moment. Sure, he was cheeky and insolent in most interactions (in a way that you liked), but you always suspected that he really did have a soft spot for you. You could see it in his eyes whenever he spoke to you.

Ace slowed down his panting so he could murmur lightly in your ear, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Vivid shades of pink and red started to spread over your cheeks. One of his hands crept towards yours and came to rest on top of it tenderly. You released your fistful of blankets and he intertwined his fingers through yours.

“So gorgeous it hurts,” his breath tickled your ear. He squeezed your hand, fucking you at a snail��s pace.

Holy shit, was Ace… making love to you? Was he funneling his affection towards you, letting you know how much he deeply cherished you, all while fucking your brains out? It seemed like the answer must be yes. Your heart did a flip.

“Ace,” you keened out; his adoration was going to your head. You lifted and turned your head as much as you could amidst the plush blankets, so he could hear you better. “I want you.”

He squeezed your hand. “I know you do.”

Ace sped up his thrusts again, his grunts and groans filling the room along with your sweet sounds of pleasure and the wet sounds from your cunt. His hips rolled, his weight bore down on you, your gummy walls pulsed around his cock—you were both on the verge of orgasm, holding on for dear life. He desperately wanted to make you cum first. The thin façade of bragging rights aside, he just wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to wrench heaven from your core and see you writhe in pleasure from his touch—he wanted the satisfaction of knowing he did that.

Every pass of his cock in and out of you was mind-blowing. Oblivion was approaching, quickly. His pace was becoming haphazard, messy, and frenzied.

“Ace, Ace, I’m—I’m gonna cum, feels too good,” you whined.

“Go for it, doll, wanna feel you cream on my cock.” His voice was barely going in one ear and out the other; it gravelly and deep, coursing through your veins like blood. But you registered it enough to know that he wanted you to let go for him.

One good thrust later and you were riding the wave of all-encompassing pleasure so intensely that you felt like you were going to pass out. You started to squirm—he had brought you to your peak and pushed you over it, into a free fall of desire and bliss with no end in sight. The pitch black of the room emphasized the maddening euphoria crashing through your body, it coaxed sounds out of your mouth that you’d never heard before, ones you didn’t know you could make.

You moaned Ace’s name on repeat—screamed it, almost, and every time Ace heard that noise grace his ears, the coil inside of him tightened. Feeling you writhe under him, feeling you squeeze the ever-living fuck out of his hand, feeling you arch your back and your walls pulse… It was too much.

The coil inside of him went rigid and snapped. Ace convulsed, jerking his hips and bucking them down into you. “Fuuccckkkk, Y/N, fuck.” Pulling out of you with heaving breath, his cock shot milky white ropes that painted your ass and lower back.

Ace felt like he was floating. He came the hardest he ever experienced—he didn’t know it was possible to cum this explosively or feel this good.

He collapsed onto his side and positioned his body next to yours. Your gasps for air and heartbeats were in sync as you both came back to earth. You laid there for a moment.

Ace lit another tiny flame on his finger and studied your face. Your eyes were closed, mouth hanging open, pressed against the bedsheets. Your cheeks were ruddy, lips just as pretty as he remembered.

A smiled dusted your lips as you opened your eyes, half-lidded, to see him inches away from you. Ace’s eyes reflected the small fire burning in between you, his lips curled into that heart-twisting grin that always gave you butterflies.

He extinguished the flame, reached over, and started to pet your back. His hand moved to smooth down your hair. “Hey gorgeous, how you hangin’ in there?”

“Wow.” You exhaled, breathless. A beat of silence passed. “What was all that about?” You were still smiling, fighting off the bashfulness and feeling of being flustered that you knew was creeping up.

“What do you mean, pumpkin?” His tone was puzzled.

“The lovey-dovey stuff...”

“Oh.” He paused. “Don’t you know how much I like you? I may tease you but I really, really like you.”

“Stop it, Ace. You’re making me shy.”

His hand resumed smoothing your hair. It passed down to cup your cheek. He rubbed a circle on your skin with his thumb.

“What’s so wrong with making you shy?”

You didn’t answer. He leaned over to kiss you. Again, you’d never get over how good his lips felt pressed on yours. Any time they met it was electric.

“One second—let me get you cleaned up sweetheart.” Ace got off the bed, grabbed a towel, and wiped his cum off your back. His touch was soft, treating your body like it was precious. He got back into bed.

“Come over here.” Ace’s voice was tender.

You turned onto your side and scooted closer. He threw an arm over you and held you to his chest. You cozied up to him for a long time. His chin rested on top of your head, you curled into his chest, heard his heartbeat, and felt the weight of his arm squeezing you closer.

After a moment he started to chuckle.

“Ace, what? What are you laughing about?” The sass started to trickle back into your voice.

“So, did I fuck you better than anyone has before? Am I still all bark and no bite?”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “I guess you’re all bite.”

“Mmmm, that’s what I thought.” He kissed the top of your head and held you close, with that cocky grin plastered all over his face.

(✿◠‿◠) ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧˚ (*^_^*)

thank u so much for reading!! MAD shoutout to @acesluvrxx for the very detailed, and dare i say magnificent, request!

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One Piece Fic Recs

This is a list of incredible One Piece fanfics I have read either on Tumblr or Ao3 the majority of which are character x reader/oc.

📝 Ongoing/Unfinished

Long Works (>25,000 words)

It Comes in Waves by analogwriting Trafalgar Law x f!reader (71k)

The Bird & The Mermaid (Trafalgar Law x F!Reader) by BlackOrchid1004 (40k)

Small Changes by SweetScentences Platonic Law and Corazon fix it (37k)

The Daughter's Return by @cozage Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (126k)

Birds of a Feather by flyingfishgirl Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (74k)

Inked on Skin by Archaeological / @tackyink Trafalgar Law x OFC (385k)

📝 Home of the Sun by Nahella Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (167k)

📝 Free (Trafalgar Law/Reader) by ElenaMoon (153k)

📝 Throne by teroinreadsteroinwrites Shanks x OFC (41k)

📝 This is Us by Anonymous Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (90k)

📝 Card-Sharp by VintagexTypewriter Shanks x OFC (90k)

📝 Home Is Where the Hearts Are by brouhahas Trafalgar Law x f!reader (37k)

📝 Rare Whales, Shining Seas, and the One That Dreams of Them by NunTheWiser Platonic Whitebeard Pirates, Platonic Heart Pirates x OFC (339k)

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[imsryyimlate]

lipstick stains on the monster trio

nsfw

luffy

“is that a new color?” luffy asked, pointing at your lips with curious enthusiasm.

“you noticed!” you replied cheerfully. “this one’s flavored.”

his eyes lit up with intrigue. “really? what’s the flavor?”

you laughed, shrugging. “no idea. that’s where you come in.”

“really really?” he confirmed, his grin widening as he bounced closer to you.

“mhmmm,” you hummed, leaning in and pursing your lips playfully.

without hesitation, luffy cupped your face, his hands warm and rough yet gentle against your skin. he pressed his lips to yours in a soft, curious kiss, his tongue flicking over the surface briefly.

“watermelon,” he declared with a wide smile. “tastes like watermelon! mind if i lick it all off?”

“be my guest, captain,” you replied with a smirk, your fingers lightly tracing the scar on his chest. “my lips are yours to command.”

luffy tilted his head, his expression turning both curious and mischievous. “that so?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “then how about you put that mouth of yours to work?”

your grin deepened as you knelt before him, your lips trailing kisses down his chest, leaving faint, watermelon-flavored stains against his skin. his breathing hitched slightly, his fingers twitching at his sides as he watched you. you paused at the waistband of his shorts, glancing up at him with a teasing look before unbuttoning them.

as you slid his shorts and boxers down, he let out a small, surprised laugh. “whoa, you’re not wasting time, huh?”

“not when i’ve got orders to follow,” you teased, taking his length into your hand and pressing a soft kiss to his tip.

when your mouth enveloped him, luffy’s laughter melted into a contented sigh. his hands instinctively found your hair, his fingers threading through it as you moved. “guess i taste like watermelon now, too,” he said, his tone light and amused.

you pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. “then i’ll be here to lick off every kiss mark i see,” you promised.

luffy’s grin returned, wide and carefree. “good! looks like i don’t have to tell you to do exactly what i want. you’re already perfect at it!”

his words, so unfiltered and genuine, made you laugh softly against him before returning to your task.

zoro

there were no lipstick stains on zoro’s face, neck, chest, or stomach. those marks you left were reserved for the most intimate parts of him - places only you had the privilege of reaching. a trail of color adorned the insides of his thighs, the sensitive skin below his waist, and his hardened length. though zoro cared for you more than he often expressed, he guarded these moments fiercely, unwilling to let anyone else witness the vulnerability you pulled from him.

“y’know,” you murmured, your lips brushing against the heat of his inner thigh as you trailed soft, lingering kisses, “i’m pretty sure the crew wouldn’t care about seeing a few marks on you.”

the warmth of your breath against his skin sent a shiver through him, and his fingers twitched against the sheets. “i’d never hear the end of it,” he replied, his voice low and gruff, though the slight rasp revealed just how much your touch affected him.

“when did you ever start caring about what people think?” you teased, your lips moving closer to the place he most needed you.

he inhaled sharply when your hand wrapped around his base, steadying him as you angled your head to kiss his length. “it’s not about them,” he muttered, his fingers finding their way to your hair as he guided you.

“then what is it about?” you asked softly, your words muffled against his skin as your lips pressed closer, your lipstick leaving faint, tantalizing stains.

“privacy,” he said, his voice strained, “is a luxury on this ship... and i prefer certain parts of us to stay that way.”

your lips curved into a small smile, the intimacy of his words warming you. “fair enough,” you murmured, letting your tongue trace along his length, savoring the way his breath hitched above you.

his grip on your hair tightened as you kissed up to his tip, your lipstick smudging slightly as it mixed with the beads of precum. the sight of you, the deliberate pace you set, made his jaw clench as he fought to maintain some control.

pulling back for a moment, you looked up at him, your gaze meeting his intense, half-lidded one. “you’re thoughtful,” you whispered.

zoro’s response came not in words but in the way his hand tightened in your hair, his body trembling as you returned to your kisses. every kiss and motion was a reminder that while privacy might be a luxury, moments like this were far more valuable - something just for the two of you.

sanji

sanji’s face was covered with your lipstick, and he loved it. the marks, though temporary, were his favorite - a vivid reminder of your touch, of the moments he got to keep just for himself.

that night, the ship was quiet, the gentle rocking of the ocean the only sound apart from the occasional creak of the wood. sanji stood leaning against the kitchen counter, extinguishing a cigarette in the ashtray nearby.

“looks like it’s just us,” you said as you stepped into the kitchen, your voice quiet but laced with intent. you walked toward him with a sway in your hips, your eyes gleaming with mischief. “everyone else is asleep.”

the cook smiled, his expression tender and adoring as he straightened to meet you. “lucky me,” he murmured, pulling you closer with a gentle but firm grip. his forehead rested against yours, his warm breath brushing your skin.

sanji’s long, elegant fingers toyed with the waistband of your pants, slipping beneath to graze your warm skin. his touch sent a shiver through you, and you leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss.

you trailed your lips from his mouth to his cheeks, leaving soft lipstick stains, then went down the sharp line of his jaw, and then the curve of his neck. the faint marks were his skin like a map of your affection. meanwhile, his fingers slipped your pants lower, brushing against the heat of your center through your underwear.

a soft moan escaped your lips, and sanji’s smirk widened, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to tease you further. one finger slid in, then a second, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing soft gasps from you as your body melted into his.

your hands found their way to his shoulders as you steadied yourself, your lips moving to his ear. you bit down on his earlobe gently, eliciting a quiet groan from him before you kissed a path to the back of his neck. his pace quickened, his fingers finding the rhythm that made your knees tremble.

“sanji,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing.

he pressed his lips to yours again, his kiss deep and full of longing. “kiss me,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with desire. “kiss me until my face is stained with your love.”

his words sent a thrill through you, and you obeyed, your lips finding every inch of his skin, leaving a trail of soft, smudged marks as his fingers brought you closer to the edge.

[shanalikeanna]

I’m not sure this would stop him, though…

[latanyalove]

Loves On Fire

Summary: Ace thinks that you're going to fall out of love with him because of how he travels a lot but you could never.

Song: Friends · Chase Atlantic

Author’s note: Please like, reblog and share this! Also please follow for more! 🫶

The salt spray kissed your face as you stood on the docks of Dawn Island, the familiar scent bringing a bittersweet ache to your chest. The Striker, Ace's ship, loomed large and imposing before you, sails already unfurled, eager to catch the wind.

You watched him, Fire Fist Ace, Commander of the Second Division of the Whitebeard Pirates. He was a whirlwind of controlled chaos, his black hair tousled by the breeze, that familiar mischievous grin plastered on his face as he barked orders to his crew.

He moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, a confidence that both thrilled and terrified you.

He caught your eye, and his entire demeanor softened. The boisterous commander vanished, replaced by the slightly awkward, endearingly clumsy man you knew. He waved, a wide, genuine smile splitting his face, and you returned it, trying to ignore the knot forming in your stomach.

He bounded towards you, his pace quickening with each step. “Hey, Y/N!" he greeted, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. He smelled of smoke and adventure, a potent combination that always left you breathless.

“Ace,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You wanted to say so much more - I’ll miss you. Be safe. Come back to me. But the words caught in your throat.

He reached out, cupping your cheek with his scarred hand. His touch was warm, grounding. "I won't be gone long, you know," he said, his eyes searching yours.

You forced a smile. "I know. Just...be careful."

He chuckled, a low, reassuring sound. "When am I ever not careful?" He winked, but you saw the flicker of something else in his eyes, a shadow of doubt you hadn't noticed before.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Hey, Y/N... You’re not… you’re not going to get tired of this, are you? Of me being gone all the time?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and laced with insecurity. It was the elephant in the room, the unspoken fear that had haunted your relationship since day one.

Ace, Fire Fist Ace, a man who commanded the respect of the entire Grand Line, was afraid of losing you.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. You understood his worry. His life was a constant whirlwind of missions, battles, and adventures.

He was rarely in one place for long, and your time together was always fleeting, snatched moments amidst the chaos. It was easy to see why he might think you’d grow tired of it, that you’d yearn for a more stable, predictable life.

But he was wrong. So wrong.

“Ace,” you said, your voice firm despite the tremor in your hands. “Look at me.”

He did, his black eyes wide and vulnerable.

“Do you honestly think,” you continued, “that a few weeks, a few months, even a few years, could possibly diminish what I feel for you?”

He didn't answer, his gaze fixed on yours, searching for any sign of deceit.

You took his hand, squeezing it tightly. "I love you, Ace. Not just the idea of you, not just the thrill of your adventures, but you. The man who burns with passion, the man who protects his crew, the goofy idiot who falls asleep in the middle of meals, the man who's scared of losing me even though he's the most fearless person I know."

You paused, letting your words sink in. "Your travels, your missions, they're a part of who you are. They're in your blood. I wouldn't want to change that, even if I could. And honestly," you added with a playful nudge, "who else is going to bring back the weird and wonderful souvenirs you always seem to find?"

A slow smile spread across his face, chasing away the shadows that had clouded his eyes.

"So, you're saying my collection of miniature sea king statues is a contributing factor to our unwavering love?"

You laughed, relieved to see him back to his old self. "It certainly helps." You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "What I'm saying is that I love all of you, Ace. The part that stays here with me, and the part that sails the seas. The distance doesn't matter. The fact that I would follow you to the ends of the earth should explain my side more clearly."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "I love you too, Y/N. More than anything." He buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. "I just… I don’t ever want to lose you.”

You hugged him tighter, feeling his heart beating steadily against yours. “You won’t, Ace. I promise.”

He pulled back, his expression serious. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "For understanding. For being you."

He paused, then a mischievous glint returned to his eyes. "But just so you know, those miniature sea king statues are collector's items. They'll be worth a fortune someday!"

You rolled your eyes, laughing again. "Of course they are. Only you, Ace."

The ship's bell chimed, signaling his departure. He laced his fingers through yours one last time. "I have to go," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

"I know," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

He leaned down and kissed you, a deep, lingering kiss that promised a swift return. When he pulled away, his eyes were bright with determination.

"I'll be back before you know it," he said. "And I'll bring you something even better than a miniature sea king this time."

With a final squeeze of your hand, he turned and strode towards the Striker, his figure silhouetted against the rising sun. You watched him go, your heart aching with longing, but also filled with a quiet confidence.

As the ship pulled away from the docks, Ace stood at the helm, waving to you until you were just a speck in the distance. You raised your hand in response, a silent promise echoing in your heart.

The days that followed were long and filled with a quiet solitude. You threw yourself into your work, helping the villagers, tending to your garden, and spending time with your friends.

You wrote letters to Ace, pouring out your thoughts and feelings onto the page, knowing that he would treasure them when he finally received them.

You missed him terribly, of course. The evenings were especially hard, when the silence of your small cottage seemed to amplify the absence of his laughter, his touch, his very presence.

But you refused to let the loneliness consume you.

You knew that Ace was out there, fighting, exploring, living his life to the fullest. And you trusted him to come back to you, just as he had promised.

One evening, weeks later, as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the island, you were sitting on your porch, reading a book. Suddenly, a familiar voice shattered the peaceful silence.

"Y/N!"

You looked up, your heart leaping in your chest. Standing before you, grinning from ear to ear, was Ace. He was tanned and windswept, his clothes slightly rumpled, but his eyes were shining with happiness.

"Ace!" you cried, jumping to your feet and running towards him.

He caught you in his arms, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. "I'm back!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with joy.

You laughed, tears streaming down your face. "I see that! I missed you so much!"

He set you down, his gaze searching yours. "I missed you too," he said, his voice soft. "More than you know."

He reached into his bag and pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden box. "I told you I'd bring you something better than a miniature sea king," he said with a wink.

You opened the box, and gasped. Inside, nestled on a bed of soft velvet, was a single, perfect seashell. It was iridescent in the fading light, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

"I found it on a deserted island," Ace explained. "It reminded me of you. Strong, resilient, and full of inner beauty."

He took your hand, placing the seashell in your palm. "Keep it with you," he said. "As a reminder that no matter how far apart we are, my heart will always be with you."

You closed your hand around the shell, holding it tight. "Thank you, Ace," you said. "For everything."

He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that reached his eyes. "So," he said, his voice playful again. "What do you say we go inside, and I tell you all about my adventures?"

You looped your arm through his, and together, you walked towards the house, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and gold.

As you listened to Ace's stories, you knew, with absolute certainty, that your love was stronger than any distance, any challenge, any fear.

Ace thought you'd fall out of love with him because of his constant travels. He thought you'd grow tired of the uncertainty, the loneliness, the fleeting moments.

But he was wrong. He was so wrong. Because your love for him was a fire that burned brighter with each passing day, a flame that no amount of distance could ever extinguish. And you were ready to spend a lifetime showing him just how wrong he was.

You were ready to show him that some things, some loves, were simply meant to be. And yours, with Fire Fist Ace, was one of them. That shell, a precious gift from the grand line, stood as a testament to your love, a symbol of a bond that transcended the vast oceans and the perilous adventures.

It was a promise whispered on the wind, a reminder that even across the widest expanse, your hearts would forever remain intertwined. . . .

The raucous cheers still rang in your ears as you walked down the hallway, the scent of sake and grilled meat clinging to your clothes. The party was still going strong on the deck of the Moby Dick, the entire Whitebeard crew celebrating Ace's triumphant return.

A broad smile stretched across your face, mirroring the joy that bubbled within you. You had almost lost him. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, a stark reminder of the fear that had gnawed at you during his mission.

You pushed open the door to Ace's room, a space that had felt eerily empty during his absence. Now, with him lounging on the bed, his signature freckled face relaxed and content, the room felt like it was finally breathing again.

You had spent countless hours in here, curled up with a book, lost in thought, or simply waiting, hoping for his safe return.

"It's good to be back," Ace murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated through the small space. He stretched, his muscles flexing beneath his sweat-stained shirt. "Thanks for waiting for me."

You chuckled, nudging him playfully with your foot. "Someone had to make sure your room didn't turn into a den of rats while you were gone."

He grinned. "And I appreciate it. You're the best, Y/N)"

The warmth of his words settled over you, a comforting blanket against the lingering chill of worry. "Glad to have you back, idiot. Now, if you'll excuse me," you said, turning towards the door, "I'm going to find you some clothes. You reek of gunpowder and sea salt, Ace."

His hand shot out, gripping your wrist with surprising strength. "Y/N," he said softly, his voice a low drawl that sent a familiar flutter through your stomach. "Where do you think you're going?"

You laughed, trying to ignore the way your heart was suddenly hammering against your ribs. "I told you, Ace. I wanted to get you some new clothes. You stink."

He smirked, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "What if I took them off?"

The words hung in the air, thick with unspoken desire. Your breath hitched, your cheeks flushing despite your best efforts to remain nonchalant. You swallowed hard, trying to regain your composure.

You knew exactly what he was doing, and you knew you shouldn’t be caught up in it. Not yet, at least. But the pull was undeniable, the magnetic force between you almost unbearable.

"Ace," you began, attempting a scolding tone, but your voice wavered slightly. "There's still a party going on. People will notice if you're suddenly missing."

He tugged you closer, your back now pressed against the door. The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating, his scent a heady mix of smoke and something uniquely him.

"Let them wonder," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I've been away for too long. I need to... readjust."

Your gaze flickered to his lips, drawn by an invisible force. His eyes were locked on yours, a silent invitation to lose yourself in the moment.

You knew this game, and you knew you were losing.

He always had this effect on you, a potent blend of charm and raw desire that melted your resistance.

"Ace, stop," you breathed, but the words lacked conviction.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Make me," he whispered, and a jolt of electricity shot through you.

Your hand instinctively reached up, tangling in his raven hair. "You're impossible," you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

"Only for you," he replied, his lips now tracing the curve of your jaw.

The dam finally broke. You surrendered to the need that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks, months even. You tilted your head back, giving him better access.

"God, I missed you," your voice was shaky.

Ace pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Missed you too, Y/N. More than you know."

You looked at him with a soft expression, the joy of his return still bubbling inside you. "Show me."

He didn't need any further encouragement. His lips crashed down on yours, a kiss that was both demanding and tender, a perfect reflection of the man you loved. You met him with equal fervor, your hands exploring the familiar contours of his back, feeling the hard muscles beneath his worn shirt.

The kiss deepened, tongues dancing, bodies pressing together. The world outside the small cabin faded away, leaving only the two of you, entangled in a web of desire and relief.

He slowly broke the kiss, his breath ragged. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with a passion that made your heart pound even harder. "I want you, Y/N," he said roughly, his voice thick with need.

You swallowed hard, your gaze unwavering. "I want you too, Ace," you breathed.

He wasted no time. His hands reached for the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and over your head. You reciprocated, fumbling with the buttons of his own, eager to feel his skin against yours.

The room quickly became littered with discarded clothing, tangible evidence of the urgency that consumed you both.

The party continued to rage on the deck, oblivious to the intimate scene unfolding in Ace's cabin. The sounds of laughter and music were a distant hum, drowned out by the pounding of your heart and the rasp of Ace's breath against your skin.

He lifted you onto the bed, his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire in their wake. You met his gaze, your eyes mirroring the desire that burned within him.

He leaned down, his lips finding yours again, and you lost yourself in the moment, in the taste of him, the feel of him, the sheer, unadulterated joy of being in his arms again. . . .

[cashiedoodles]

Just some royal shuggy

Inspired by this painting below

[rodentluvrr]

Yearning

Pairing: Law x reader Summary: Law is desperate for you. He craves you, and his usual calmness fades as he becomes more intense. CW: NSFW sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, no plot, fluff, mdni 18+ only Word count: 1.6k+ A/N: I NEEDED pathetic Law, I'm ovulating 😶 + the song I was listening to while writing this

The night was heavy, the sea’s rhythm lulling the ship into a slow, steady sway. The world had gone quiet, save for the occasional creak of wood and the hush of waves outside. Everyone had turned in for the night. Another day was over.

Sleep was pulling you under, your body sinking into the mattress, breaths soft and even. You barely registered the sound of the door opening, the quiet shuffle of boots across the floor. Then, the bed dipped, and warmth followed—a hand, trailing slow and deliberate along your legs.

A familiar voice murmured your name.

“Law?” Your voice was thick with sleep. “Took you long enough.”

He didn’t answer. Not with words. His touch said enough. Fingers tracing the curve of your calf, his lips pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss against your ankle. Then another. Higher. A hum left your lips as his mouth mapped a path up your legs, heat blooming in their wake.

When his lips hovered dangerously close to where you ached for him, you tangled your fingers in his hair, a soft tug to halt him. But Law only hummed, his hands tightening against your thighs as if to keep them open.

“I missed you today,” he said against your skin, voice hushed, edged with something raw.

You let out a quiet laugh. “You literally keep me by your side all day, Captain.”

He huffed, burying his face between your thighs to hide the flush creeping up his cheeks. You felt the heat of it, the warmth of him, the way his grip on you tightened like he needed you closer.

And then he kissed you again. Slower this time. Deeper. Soft lips pressing reverent, lingering touches to the inside of your thighs, easing them apart as his breath ghosted over your soaked underwear. A sound caught in your throat when he pressed a kiss there, right over the fabric, his tongue teasing through the damp material.

“Law,” you gasped.

That was all it took. His fingers hooked into your underwear, dragging them down your legs, eyes fixed on you—drinking you in. You felt his gaze roam your bare skin, his lips parting as if to say something. But he didn’t. He only stared, hunger darkening his golden eyes.

Heat prickled across your skin, self-conscious under the weight of his attention. Your thighs started to press together on instinct, but his hands stopped you.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful.”

You swallowed, heart hammering as you slowly let him spread you open again. He exhaled sharply, and for a moment, you wondered if he was restraining himself, holding back the need in his eyes. But then he wasn’t.

Law groaned as he dragged his tongue along your slit, savoring the way you trembled at the first touch. He moved slowly at first—testing, teasing—before pressing deeper, his lips sealing around your clit as his tongue flicked against it just right.

Your fingers fisted in his dark hair, thighs trembling around his head as pleasure washed through you. He groaned at the feeling, gripping your hips tighter as he pulled you closer. Law had never been the kind to indulge easily, always too controlled, too careful—but with you, like this, restraint was the last thing on his mind.

He was lost in you. Obsessed. Worshipping you like you were the only thing that mattered. And actually, you were.

His movements grew more desperate, more eager, like he needed to hear every sound you made, to feel every shudder of your body against his tongue. And when your moans broke into something sweeter, breathless and needy, Law knew—he’d worship you like his goddess for as long as you let him.

Law’s tongue moved with purpose, teasing your clit in slow, deliberate strokes that made your breath hitch. His grip on your hips tightened, his nails pressing into your skin as he devoured you like a man starved. His desperation was palpable, and you could feel the urgency in every movement of his tongue as he sought to bring you to the edge.

You moaned his name, fingers tugging at his hair as his mouth worked you, drawing out waves of pleasure that had your body trembling in anticipation. He was so fucking determined to make you fall apart for him—your pleasure was all that mattered in this moment.

“Law, please…” you gasped, voice breaking as your hips bucked up against his face.

“Shh, just let go for me,” Law muttered between breaths, his mouth now fervently sucking at your clit, dragging a long, languorous lick before flicking at the sensitive nub again.

The pressure was building quickly, your body moving instinctively with each touch, and you could feel it—the wave that was about to crash over you. You cried out his name, your thighs trembling as you reached your peak, the pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave.

He groaned into you, his hands moving to pull you closer, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he didn’t let up, eager to drag out every drop of pleasure from your body. He wanted you to be his, all of you, and his movements were frantic, desperate.

Finally, when you were left panting and trembling, Law pulled away from you, eyes dark with a hunger that hadn't yet been sated. His face was flushed, his lips wet and swollen from his ministrations as he stared at you, his chest heaving.

You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clenched by his sides. His pants were tight, and you could tell he was barely holding himself back.

“Law,” you whispered, your voice still shaky.

He groaned in response, his hands coming to grip the edges of the bed as his body shifted restlessly. You could feel the desperation radiating off of him, the subtle thrusting of his hips against the bed. He was trying so hard to hold off, but it was clear he needed more.

“I… I need you,” he breathed out, voice tight with restraint. His movements were jerky now, the way his hips ground against the mattress, desperate for release.

You watched him, a mix of lust and affection in your gaze as you moved to touch him, your fingers skimming over his chest. But before you could do anything, Law’s hand shot out, grabbing yours, and pulling it up to his lips. He kissed your fingers softly, but the desperation in his eyes spoke louder than any words.

“Did… did I make you feel good?” he asked, his voice almost shy, a rare vulnerability creeping in. The question was almost a plea, his eyes wide, searching for affirmation. The confidence that usually filled him was gone in this moment, replaced by a deep, raw uncertainty.

You couldn’t help but smile, brushing a lock of hair out of his face. "Of course, you did," you said softly, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. "You always do."

The words seemed to melt some of his tension. He exhaled deeply, his face flushing with a mix of relief and embarrassment, and he gave you a shy smile that was far removed from his usual cool demeanor.

But he didn’t pull away, his hands gently pulling you closer as he moved to lay down beside you, drawing you into his arms. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, his lips soft against your skin. He was still hard, his body rigid with the need to finish, but there was something else now—something that went beyond the physical desire.

“I need to be inside you,” he murmured, voice rough and strained.

You nodded, already knowing what he needed. Slowly, you shifted, your body moving to position yourself above him. Law’s eyes darkened, his chest rising and falling with anticipation.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper as he squeezed your hand, a small trace of vulnerability returning to him. “You feel too good.”

Without another word, you sank down onto him, and the feeling of him inside you made both of you gasp. Law’s hands moved to your waist, holding you tightly as you began to move, your rhythm slow but deliberate, each motion bringing him deeper into you. His eyes locked onto yours, his face flushed with desperation, the tension in his body now palpable.

You smiled at him, your lips brushing against his in a tender kiss. “Then let go, Law,” you whispered against his lips, guiding your movements with steady hands.

With a strangled groan, Law’s grip on your hips tightened, and he thrust up into you, desperately chasing his release. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, each thrust more frantic than the last. He was close, so close, his chest slick with sweat as his desperation reached its peak.

And then, with a broken cry, he came, his body shaking beneath you as he spilled inside of you. His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you down against him as he struggled to catch his breath. You felt the warmth of him, and his grip was possessive, like he never wanted to let go.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you trembling from the intensity of the release.

Eventually, Law's hands gently stroked your back as he sighed, his voice still raspy. "God, I… I don't think I’ve ever needed someone as much as I need you."

You smiled, kissing him softly. “I know, Law. I know.”

He held you close, pulling you into his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair, the exhaustion from earlier slipping in. "Stay with me," he whispered, voice tender as he pulled the blankets over the both of you, drawing you into his arms like you were his lifeline.

You nodded, settling against him. "I’m here. I’m not going anywhere."

His grip tightened for a moment, as if to reassure himself, before his breathing slowed, and he fell into a peaceful sleep with you nestled safely in his arms.

[sh4nksslvt]

The Lost Reader

A mysterious reader of Poneglyphs finds a new home among the Straw Hat Pirates, slowly becoming an irreplaceable part of their crew as their love for them grows.

READER WHO CAN READ AND SPEAK PONEGLYPH

Strawhats x Poneglyph gn!reader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT

main characters: luffy, zoro, sanji, nami, robin

tags: fluff, sfw, harem(?), soft

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs cringe and oc

words count: 1.9k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

It started with silence.

Not the heavy kind that suffocates—but the quiet peace of wind brushing through trees, waves lapping against the sand, and birds singing above crumbled ruins. Your only companions were time-worn Poneglyphs, mossy stone relics, and the hollow ache of knowing you shouldn’t exist.

You didn’t know what you were—only that you could read them. The Poneglyphs. Their words came to you like breath, like blood. It wasn’t learned. It just… was.

And then one day, the silence broke.

“WOOOOAAAHH! What a weird island!!”

You looked up from a worn page, blinking at the explosion of sound.

A rubber man had landed face-first in your tomato garden.

You blinked again, rubbing your eyes to make sure you weren’t imagining the scene before you. The man—his limbs were stretched at impossible angles, and his face was, well… currently smushed into the dirt of your carefully cultivated tomato patch.

“Luffy!” a woman’s voice shouted from the shore. “Stop crashing into things!”

You stared in disbelief, watching as a circus of chaos disembarked from a sunny, lion-faced ship. At least, that’s what it looked like to you.

“Wha—?” You stumbled back, half-wondering if you’d stepped into some sort of dream. But no, the crew’s laughter was real. Loud, boisterous, utterly chaotic, and very much present.

Before you could comprehend the whirlwind that had just descended upon your quiet life, a figure bounded toward you. The rubber man—Luffy—was grinning at you like you were the most interesting thing he’d seen all day. And, for all you knew, you were.

“Hey! Who're you? you live here? cool! SHISHISHI” Luffy asked, already sitting cross-legged on the ground as if he hadn’t just completely flattened your garden. “Wanna eat with us?”

You blinked, still too stunned to form a coherent sentence. “I… guess?...Im Y/N”

And so began your first real encounter with the Straw Hat Pirates.

Nami, with her keen eyes and sharp questions, immediately assessed the situation, interrogating you about your maps and supplies like she was about to audit your entire existence. Sanji, the ever-romantic chef, started cooking a feast so lavish that you were half-tempted to check if the food had its own backstory. The man even had heart-shaped eyes every time you praised his cooking.

Usopp, ever the over-the-top self-proclaimed hero, proudly handed you a coconut with a grin that could only be described as a “friendship orb.” “From me to you,” he declared, as if he had just made the world’s most profound offering.

And then there was Chopper, who took your pulse the second he saw you, declaring that you had “island person syndrome” and needed immediate attention.

Robin, however, watched you closely. Her gaze sharp but gentle, as if trying to figure out a puzzle no one else could see.

“You can read those stones, can’t you?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You stiffened. The question sent a shiver through your spine, a fleeting reminder of the secret you kept buried deep within. You didn’t answer. Not immediately.

She smiled, soft and knowing, her eyes never leaving yours. “We’ll talk later.”

Zoro, ever the brooding figure, glanced at you and muttered under his breath, “You don’t look dangerous.” It seemed like a funny thing to say, considering he had just been trying to slice a boulder in half mere moments earlier.

It didn’t take long for you to realize what was happening: You were trapped in their orbit. In their madness. In their chaos.

And you couldn’t have been more content.

The Thousand Sunny became your new home—bright, loud, and utterly unpredictable.

Sanji insisted on cooking you all your meals. Breakfast, lunch, dinner—each time, his cooking came with a full-on serenade, and if you didn’t finish your plate, he might just shed a tear. “It’s not just food,” he’d say. “It’s love. It’s my soul in a dish!”

Nami dragged you into shopping sprees with no regard for your dwindling supplies or your protestations. “You need to look fabulous, Y/N. Don’t you want to blend in with the rest of us?” she’d tease, while tossing a dozen new outfits into your arms. You always ended up spending more than you intended, but there was something so infectious about her enthusiasm that you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Robin was the one who quietly fascinated you. You’d find her at all hours of the day, absorbed in reading a book or studying the surroundings with quiet intensity. There was something about the way she looked at you, like she already knew your secrets but would never pry.

And then there was Luffy. Always smiling. Always laughing. He treated you as though you were already part of the crew. No pretense, no hesitation. You didn’t even need to be invited. You were just… in.

“Wanna ride on top of the mast?” Luffy asked one morning, as casually as if he were asking if you wanted a snack.

You stared up at the towering mast, then back at him. “Is that… safe?”

“Nope! shishishi” he beamed, looking excited about the prospect.

Somehow, that made it make sense to climb up there with him. He helped you up like it was nothing, laughing all the while. The wind whipped through your hair, and for the first time in a long while, you felt alive. You weren’t just existing anymore.

Zoro, ever the silent guardian, began training near you. You noticed him constantly observing your movements, his gaze intense but not unwelcome. One day, you lost your footing on deck, but before you could even react, his hand shot out and steadied you.

He didn’t say much, just stared at you for a moment, before clearing his throat and muttering, “Watch your step, dumbass.”

Romance, clearly.

It crept in slowly. Unnoticed, at first.

Sanji’s compliments, light-hearted at first, began to hold a different weight. “You look beautiful today, Y/N~chwann” he’d say with a soft smile, not just as a joke, but as something that meant more.

Nami’s teasing turned into lingering glances, moments where her eyes softened when she thought no one was looking.

Robin’s hand on yours during those quiet late-night reading sessions made your heart skip a beat, like it was a shared secret, a connection you didn’t have the words to describe.

Zoro’s silence, once intimidating, became your comfort. When he was near, you didn’t need to talk. You didn’t need to explain yourself. He was just there, a steady presence.

And Luffy’s laughter—oh, Luffy’s laughter. It started to feel like home, like the sound of safety, of warmth. A constant reminder that with him around, there was nothing to fear.

But you kept your secret.

That was until one night, when you and Robin stood over a relic you had no business being near. It was buried deep beneath the cursed island’s soil, half-buried like a forgotten truth. Robin stood behind you, arms crossed, waiting for you to decipher it. You already knew what it would say, but that didn’t stop the rush of dread that surged within you as your fingers traced the ancient glyphs.

“You know what it says, don’t you?” Robin’s voice was barely a whisper. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

You stiffened.

“It’s just a story,” you muttered, voice low.

Robin smiled, a soft and knowing smile, one that suggested she understood far more than she let on. “Then you should know—they’d kill you for it.”

You didn’t answer, didn’t have the words. You just continued to trace the lines, the ancient language flowing effortlessly from your mind, sinking into the earth beneath your fingertips.

Everything changed when you found the half-buried Poneglyph on a cursed island.

It was a trap. Not for Luffy. Not for the Pirate King in the making.

For you.

You read the stone aloud, your voice quiet, shaking slightly. And for the first time in your life, the stone responded.

The words were not just etched into stone, not just an inscription—it was a message. A message that burned through the world like a beacon.

“The last of the Whisperers,” it said. “Hunted. Hidden. Forbidden.”

The ground shook. The air turned electric. The Poneglyphs around you shimmered, the glyphs becoming light, illuminating the island with a soft, ethereal glow.

The Straw Hats arrived just as you stumbled backward, your eyes wide, heart pounding, the power coursing through you like an uncontrollable force. The glyphs pulsed, and the power in your veins burned bright.

“What’s happening?!” Usopp screamed, looking ready to fight a ghost.

You looked at them—at your crew—and whispered, “They were hunting us. People who could read these stones. I shouldn’t exist.”

There was silence.

Then Luffy stepped forward, his voice unwavering, “You’re not alone.”

The Marines came shortly after.

You fought, of course you did.

For the first time in your life, you let the power in your blood surge freely. The words of the stone became light, flames of energy erupting from the ground as you slashed through the battlefield, carving the very earth with your newfound strength. You cracked the island’s crust. You didn’t even know you could do that.

Sanji’s hand grabbed yours as the ground beneath you cracked, pulling you from the collapsing cliff. Zoro fought beside you, silent and determined. Robin’s steady hand on yours kept you grounded in the chaos.

When the battle was over, and the last Marine had been driven back, you passed out.

You woke in the infirmary, Chopper hovering over you, his worried eyes darting around like he was waiting for you to disappear again. Franky was sitting beside you, sobbing into a bowl of soup.

“You scared us, you moron,” Nami whispered, brushing your hair back from your face. Her voice was soft, a rare tenderness that made your heart ache.

Robin kissed your temple as she hovered over you, whispering, “You’re more than your gift.”

Sanji didn’t say anything, but his presence was unmistakable. He curled up beside you, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, a silent vow of protection.

Zoro sat across from you, cleaning his swords. “Don’t ever do that alone again.”

And Luffy… Luffy beamed at you, that infectious smile lighting up his face as he exclaimed, “You’re stuck with us forever now!”

The tension unraveled like fraying rope.

Nami kissed you when you least expected it, quick and teasing, a spark of affection.

Robin kissed you in the library, with parchment between your hands, and the world felt like it stopped turning for a moment.

Sanji kissed you with all the intensity of someone who had been waiting for years, every touch filled with longing.

Zoro kissed you like it was the only thing that made sense, his hands warm and steady.

And Luffy—Luffy’s kiss was upside down, playful, and completely unexpected, but perfect in the way only Luffy could be.

Usopp ran away screaming, “AAAH! ROMANCE ATTACK!”

Chopper fainted. Twice.

Brook played a love song with three verses about your “sultry stare” that made everyone uncomfortable except Sanji, who wept.

Franky asked if you wanted to build a heart-shaped cannon to “blast your feelings at the world.” You said yes. It now sits in the garden.

Jinbei just gave you a nod and said, “It’s about time.”

You weren’t a secret anymore.

You were theirs.

Not claimed, not owned—but cherished. Loved, wholly and fiercely.

And though the world may hunt you, you had a crew that would burn it down before they let anyone take you.

[arkaiveofurown]

The Little Things

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Strawhat Reader

In the midst of island visits and quiet routines with the Straw Hat crew, a small habit of yours—carrying candy for Chopper—quietly weaves its way into someone else’s attention. What begins as a simple gesture of kindness slowly stirs something unexpected between you and the reserved captain of the Heart Pirates.

Word Count: ~2,300 words

tag: fluff

my masterlist here ♡

——

You were walking through the ship’s halls when you heard a familiar voice. “Hey, Y/N!”

It was Chopper, and he was looking up at you with his usual big eyes. “Hi, Chopper!” you greeted, bending down to his level.

Chopper bounced in excitement, his little hooves tapping against the floor. “Do you have any candy today?”

You smiled and reached into your bag. You always carried a few sweet treats with you for moments like this. “Here you go, just for you.”

Chopper grinned widely as he took the candy from your hand. “Thanks! You’re the best!”

You chuckled at his enthusiasm. “I just like to see you happy, Chopper.”

A quiet sound came from the doorway, and you looked up to see Law standing there, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. He was watching you and Chopper, his gaze intense but unreadable.

Chopper didn’t notice, but you felt the weight of Law’s stare. You waved it off, focusing back on the little reindeer. “Enjoy, okay?” you said with a soft smile.

Law watched you for a moment longer, before walking off without a word.

——

The days passed as usual. You continued to bring Chopper little candies from time to time, just because you liked seeing his smile. Chopper had a habit of getting sad or stressed when things were tough, so a sweet little gesture was your way of lifting his mood.

One evening, you found yourself sitting next to Chopper on the deck, enjoying the cool breeze. You pulled out your bag and started to reach for a candy, but before you could open it, you saw Chopper holding out a piece of candy, already unwrapped and ready.

“Here, Y/N,” he said, grinning. “I saved you some!”

You laughed. “That’s sweet, Chopper. But you know I’ve got plenty.”

Chopper giggled, his big cute eyes sparkling. “I like sharing candy with you!”

From the edge of the deck, Law was leaning against the railing, watching the two of you with an unreadable expression. You didn’t notice him, as you were focused on Chopper. Law stood there for a long time before turning and disappearing into the ship’s interior, his footsteps light.

You paused for a moment. It was odd. It felt like he had been watching you, but you couldn’t be sure.

—-

That evening, you were outside again, enjoying the stars. You weren’t sure why you always found solace in the night sky, but it gave you a sense of peace.

You were so caught up in the stars that you didn’t notice Law approaching. He sat down beside you silently, leaning back against the railing. You glanced over and offered him a smile.

“Enjoying the view?” you asked, your voice light.

“Mm,” Law responded, his gaze following the stars in the sky. There was a strange quietness to him tonight. Usually, Law was pretty quiet, but tonight, it seemed deeper, as if he had something on his mind.

“You know, you’re not much for talking, huh?” you teased, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

He turned his head slightly to look at you. “Not really,” he replied, voice low and calm.

You chuckled softly. “Fair enough. But it’s nice having someone around who appreciates the quiet.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes softening slightly. “I don’t mind the silence. It feels… more real.”

You looked at him, trying to gauge the meaning behind his words. But before you could ask, he turned his attention back to the horizon, and the moment passed.

——

The island was bustling, and you were taking a break with the crew after a particularly intense battle. The streets were lively, filled with the sound of traders and laughter, but something felt off. You glanced around and noticed Chopper, sitting by a bench in the corner, his face buried in his hooves.

Your heart tightened. You walked over, crouching down next to him. “Hey, Chopper, what’s wrong?”

Chopper didn’t answer immediately, just sniffled, clutching his small hands to his chest. He was usually so full of energy, so this was unlike him.

“I… tried to use the rumble medicine,” he said softly, his voice filled with disappointment. “I thought it would work, like last time. But it didn’t. I tried so hard, but it just didn’t help me.”

You frowned. You knew how much Chopper wanted to be stronger, to help everyone with his abilities, especially after the rough fight. You reached out, gently patting his back.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, offering a comforting smile. “The rumble medicine isn’t the only thing that makes you valuable, you know?”

“I know,” he said, voice trembling. “But… I wanted to help. I thought if I could just be stronger… maybe I could be more useful to everyone.”

You frowned, feeling your heart ache for him. Chopper had always been so hard on himself, even though the crew loved him and depended on him just the way he was.

You hesitated for a moment, knowing just how much Chopper loved sweet treats, and how it always seemed to lift his spirits. You had a small bag of candy for him in your bag, something you always carried with you for moments like this. But then, you suddenly realized—you had left your bag back on the ship.

You sighed quietly to yourself, feeling a pang of disappointment. You had wanted to comfort him, but without the candy, you were unsure what else could help.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You’ve done more than enough, Chopper. You’re already strong, even without the rumble medicine. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone.”

But just as you were about to continue, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“What’s going on here?” Law’s voice was calm, as usual, but there was something softer in it today. You turned to see him standing nearby, his hands in his pockets, looking at you and Chopper.

You blinked, not expecting him to be here. “Oh, hey, Law… Chopper’s just feeling down. The rumble medicine didn’t work like he thought it would, and now he’s feeling a little useless.”

Law’s eyes softened slightly as he reached into his coat. “I happened to have a few of these on me,” he said, pulling out a small bag of candy. “Chopper seems like he could use one.”

You looked at him, a little stunned. “Law… you?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the exchange. Law’s quiet kindness spoke volumes, and in that moment, you realized how much he had picked up on the little things you did for Chopper. He wasn’t one for grand gestures, but he understood, just like you did, how important these small moments of care were.

The air felt lighter now, Chopper’s mood visibly brighter, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. As Chopper happily munched on the candy, you shared a brief, almost imperceptible glance with Law. His quiet act of understanding had said more than words ever could.

——

Later that evening, you found yourself alone on the deck, gazing at the stars. Your mind kept replaying the events of the day—how unexpected and small the gesture from Law had been. You never imagined he’d take notice of something so simple.

Footsteps broke your thoughts, and you turned to see Law approaching.

“You seem lost in thought,” he remarked, stopping beside you. “What’s on your mind?”

You offered him a soft smile. “Just thinking about today… about how kind you were to Chopper.”

He glanced at you briefly, his usual poker face in place. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

You gave him a teasing look. “Really? Because it seemed like one to me.”

“You seemed to care a lot about Chopper,” Law finally spoke up after a long pause. “You’ve done that before—brought him candy. You… you like making him happy.”

You nodded, slightly surprised that he had noticed. “Yeah, he loves it. And sometimes, he just needs a little something to brighten his day.”

There was a brief silence. Then Law shifted, his voice softer this time. “It’s not just that. I’ve seen the way you patch up Luffy’s wounds before he even asks. How you always save the last snack for someone else. The way you always remember what makes people smile.”

You blinked, warmth blooming in your chest. His words were quiet, but they held weight.

“You care about the little things,” he continued, his gaze meeting yours. “Chopper, the crew, the things that make them happy. I guess… it stands out to me. How you’re always looking out for them.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and you noticed Law glance at you, his expression unreadable but soft in a way that was rare for him.

You blinked, unsure where he was going with this. “It’s just… what I do. They’re important to me.”

Law shifted slightly, more focused now. “You always care. Even in the smallest stuff.”

You felt your chest tighten, unsure if you fully understood what he was getting at. “And what does that have to do with you?”

He turned to face you, his voice a bit quieter now. “It’s because I’ve started to care about what you care about. What you love.”

You stared at him, eyes wide as the realization settled in. It was a simple thing, but it felt like a weight had shifted between you. Law, in his quiet, subtle way, had acknowledged that he cared for you, too.

He gave a small, almost imperceptible smile before he added, “I love what you love.”

[stararonia]

for @onepiece-bingo (rain)

ON A RAINY DAY…

- nsfw

Law ran his fingers slowly against your skin, drawing random patterns or tracing his tattoos. He adjusted his thrusts to the rhythm, drawing out quiet gasps from you which he quiets by kissing your lips. Taking your moans in.

“Can’t be too loud.” He whispered, voice rough with restraint, “crew’s sleeping.”

His half-lidded as he tightened his hold on your wrists against the small bed in his cabin. Your body arched to him, your headed leaned back, exposing your throat.

“Hate you.” You murmured as he kissed the curve of your neck.

“You wish you did.” He muttered, his beard lightly brushing against your skin. “You can never hate me. You’re just pissed you can’t be loud.”

You cursed as you wrapped your legs around the lower of his back, pushing him in closer. Law’s breath hitched when he felt himself dig deeper in you. His breathing was uneven, and the sensations of his body against yours along with you whispering his name made him shiver with excitement.

“I wish this damn rain was louder,” you moaned quietly as his lips trailed down your bare chest. Your eyes were closed, taking in every movement and kiss greedily.

You wanted more. But that wish came with consequences.

Law responded with a hum.

“No.” He replied simply. “There’s no fun in that.”

As the rain fell at a steady pace against the ship, his tongue swirled around your breast, slowly and steady. When he slipped a nipple in his mouth, you arched your back again. Before you could gasp, Law gently covered your mouth with his palm.

“Be good for me.”

Damn surgeon wanted to watch you fall apart under him, and it was working.

Every thrust was deeper and his head reached the sensitive spot that made you twitch. Satisfied with your reaction, Law smirked and angled his lower half to continually give that spot the attention it deserved.

“Answer me quietly.” He whispered against your ear. “Or I’ll stop.” His thrusts slowed down. You nodded your head, a palm still covering your mouth. “Who’s making you whine and whimper?”

“You.” Your voice was barely audible.

“Who’s the only person allowed to make you come?”

“You.”

Then, “who do you belong to?”

“You.”

Before you knew it, he slid out of you, let go of your wrist and took his palm off your mouth. Then he slid down, both hands on your thighs and spread them apart. They trembled when you felt his hot breath against you.

As you down at him, the rain stopped.

“If you say one word. If you make one noise. I’ll stop.” He lightly threatened as he licked you. “And you’ll have to wait until it rains again.”

[shy-writer-999]

Ace gets riled up when you wear skirts

WARNING: MINORS DNI. THIS IS NSFW CONTENT.

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

Ace gets riled up when you wear skirts

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

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

Your presence could flip the switch in Ace’s mind immediately—he’d go from sweet and smiling to desperate for a crumb of your pleasure. You never knew what you were going to get with him, but recently it had been the latter. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you.

Every spare moment Ace would pull you into a bathroom and bend you over, pull you into a closet and fuck you standing up, drag you up to the crow’s nest and demand reverse cowgirl in the open air... Skirts made his fantasies more forceful.

You could say he had something of a skirt kink, or at least, seeing you in a skirt sent him over the edge. He would imagine pulling the skirt up around your waist and gripping it tight while he fucked you, using it for leverage. He would imagine flipping the skirt over so your ass was exposed to the bare air, pulling the skirt back and spanking your ass so hard it bruised. He would imagine fingering you under the skirt when no one was looking... he had any number of fantasies at one time about you in a skirt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s get this out of the way,” Ace murmured in your ear again and picked up the hem of your skirt, pulling it back, exposing your panties. He shifted your skirt up, so it pooled around your waist. You felt exposed and embarrassed. 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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[tsuyanouchi]

Monkey D. Luffy [One Piece] by TsuyaNoUchi

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[sunandflame]

Heat of the Beast

Warnings: nsfw, rough smut, rutting instinct, size difference, mild breeding kink, use of devil fruit (zoan hybrid form), possessive dominance, tbh it's pwp

Word Count: 3275

Pairing: Rob Lucci x AFAB!Reader

crossposted on AO3

The signs had been there all day.

You had seen it in the way Lucci watched you — those intense, slow drags of his green-gold gaze across your body like he was memorizing you, branding you. The way his fingers lingered too long against yours when passing a cup of tea, the way his breathing had become almost imperceptibly deeper, slower, more deliberate.

Heat.

You knew what it meant by now. Once a month, his animal blood overpowered even his iron will, dragging him down into a storm of instincts he usually despised. He hated losing control. Hated being reduced to nothing but the primal urge to take, claim, breed.

Tonight was worse.

You could feel it in the air between you — thick and heavy, almost buzzing. And even now, as you sat on the bed, pretending to read, you could feel him looming just beyond the doorway. Watching you.

Waiting.

"Lucci?" you called softly, heart pounding, pretending not to hear the way your own voice trembled slightly.

There was a long pause — and then the slow, deliberate thud of his boots across the floor.

He stepped into the room, and the air shifted immediately.

You swallowed hard.

He wasn't fully shifted — not yet — but you could see the signs: the sharp gleam of his pupils narrowing into slits, the slight enlargement of his canines when he exhaled slow through his teeth, his muscles tensed and coiled tight under his black shirt.

When he spoke, his voice was lower than usual — rough, thick with restraint. "Come here."

Not a request. A command.

You set the book down with trembling fingers and stood. Your steps were hesitant — not from fear — but from the electricity that seemed to snap between your bodies as you approached.

You barely had time to inhale before he seized your wrist — gently, but with a grip that brooked no argument — and pulled you close, pressing your smaller form against the broad, tense wall of his chest.

He was burning to the touch. Heat radiated off him in waves. His scent — deep, musky, wild — curled around you like smoke, dizzying and addictive.

His head dipped low, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear.

"You smell like you want me," he murmured, voice a dangerous rasp. "You know what I need. Don't you?"

You nodded weakly, breath hitching, body already betraying you — arching into him, thighs pressing together.

He chuckled low — a dark, rumbling sound from deep in his chest — and his hand slid possessively down your side, over the curve of your waist, pausing at your hip. Holding you there.

"Say it," he ordered softly. "Tell me you’ll let me."

You shivered — half from nerves, half from the way his dominant presence swallowed you whole.

"I’ll let you," you whispered, barely audible. "I’m yours."

A growl vibrated against your body in response — approving, pleased — and then suddenly the heat between you ignited.

His body began to shift against yours — taller, broader, heavier — as the beast inside him took over. Muscle thickened under your palms; black-spotted fur prickled against your fingertips; claws pricked the bedsheets when he caged you against the mattress.

His hybrid form was terrifying — breathtaking — devastating.

A massive leopard-man looming over your much smaller frame, his green eyes burning down at you with pure, unfiltered hunger. He bent over you, nudging your cheek with his nose, inhaling deeply.

"Mine," he rumbled — a savage, reverent declaration.

You whimpered when his clawed fingers gripped your thighs and pushed them apart — rough but careful — as though he barely trusted himself not to tear you apart.

His mouth grazed the sensitive spot below your ear — and for a moment, he simply hovered there — breathing hard, muscles trembling with restraint.

"Last chance," he rasped, voice breaking with need. "Tell me no, and I’ll walk away. I’ll fucking tear myself apart if I have to. But if you say yes..."

You tilted your head back, throat bare to him, surrendering completely. "Yes," you breathed.

And that was all it took.

He surged forward — kissing you bruisingly hard, hands everywhere — dragging you down into the primal, raw hunger he'd bottled up for too long.

You moaned into his mouth as he manhandled you effortlessly — lifting you, spreading you, grinding the massive, throbbing heat of him against your core through the thin barrier of your panties. Still clothed — but barely — the friction between you was overwhelming. You could feel the hard outline of him, huge and leaking through his pants, rutting against you in slow, desperate rolls of his hips. 

Your skirt bunched up around your waist; your panties were soaked through in minutes.

Lucci's claws shredded the front of his own trousers enough to free himself — thick, slick, dripping precome already — and he pressed the blunt, hot head against your trembling entrance.

Still fully clothed, panting, grinding against each other like animals in the dark. You clutched at his spotted fur, nails digging deep, gasping his name.

"Lucci—"

"Shh," he growled against your throat, grinding harder, his cock catching against your clit just enough to make you sob.

"Take it," he rasped. "Be good for me. Let me have you."

One savage thrust — and he buried himself halfway inside — the stretch nearly unbearable, so big it stole the breath from your lungs. He froze immediately, a guttural snarl ripping from his throat as he fought the urge to slam into you.

"Too tight," he growled against your shoulder. "So good—fuck, you're good—"

He rocked his hips in tiny, controlled thrusts — barely moving — stretching you slowly, agonizingly, forcing your body to take every thick inch.

Your legs trembled, wrapped around his waist.

Every movement was clumsy, desperate, still fully clothed, driven by pure animalistic need.

Lucci's mouth latched onto your throat — not biting, but hovering dangerously close — and his entire body shook with the effort of holding back enough not to hurt you.

"Mine," he rasped again. "Always. Forever."

You could only nod helplessly — body burning, nerves on fire — as he finally bottomed out inside you, filling you completely, claiming you in the most primal way possible as his cock throbbed deep inside you, buried to the hilt — impossibly thick, stretching you so full it made you whimper breathlessly against his furred chest.

And for one, trembling moment — Lucci didn’t move. He hovered there, shuddering, arms locked on either side of your head, whole massive body tensed like a bowstring drawn to its limit.

You could feel it. The primal, trembling urge inside him to just take you. To rut into you like a wild animal until you forgot your own name. But somehow — barely — he held himself still, teeth gritted, low snarling breaths rasping against your neck.

"Too small," he growled roughly, voice cracked with the effort of restraint. "You're too fucking small—"

You whimpered, squirming helplessly underneath him — but the tiny flex of your hips against him was enough to shatter what little control he had left.

He snapped.

The first thrust wasn't pretty — it was brutal, needy, frantic — a dragging pull-back of his hips that made you keen, made your nails rake helplessly down the thick muscles of his arms. When he drove back into you, it wasn't smooth — it was clumsy, messy, as if he couldn’t not slam back to the deepest part of you, chasing some feral, inborn high.

"Fuck—," Lucci snarled, forehead dropping to press against yours, his whole body shaking.

He pumped his hips in shallow, devastating thrusts — grinding you down into the mattress, holding you like you might disappear if he let go.

Each thrust was a struggle — not because he wanted to stop — but because he wanted to fuck you harder, deeper, rougher than your body could take. He cursed low and vicious under his breath in between every slow, desperate thrust.

Your thighs clung to his waist, trembling, heels digging into the small of his back, trying to keep him there — pressed so deep inside you that you felt him everywhere.

"S-so good," you gasped, arching up into him, sobbing his name.

Lucci snarled — a dangerous, wrecked sound — and bent to crush your mouth under his in a kiss that was less kiss and more claiming.

Teeth scraping.

Tongues tangling.

Breathless, broken gasps between the slamming of hips against hips.

"Say it," he demanded raggedly against your mouth, pounding into you with short, brutal thrusts that made the whole bed shudder. "Say you're mine."

"Yours," you sobbed without hesitation, clinging to him, body clenching tight around the thickness of him.

He lost it.

With a guttural growl, he shoved one huge arm under your waist — dragging you impossibly closer, tipping your hips up at a brutal angle — so he could bottom out even deeper inside you, grinding against your cervix with every desperate thrust.

"That's right," he snarled. "That's right. Mine. Mine. Fucking—mine."

He was rutting into you like he couldn't stop — rough and relentless, making you cry out with every slam of his hips, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming stretch, the raw burning pleasure.

Your body clung to him, trembling, and it only made him more frantic — chasing the smell of your heat, the slick between your thighs, the desperate way you mewled his name like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

"Gonna breed you," he growled against your throat, voice raw, almost mindless. "Fill you up. Knot you if I have to. You're mine."

You sobbed something — yes, please, anything — and that was all he needed.

His hips slammed into you faster, messier, all rhythm forgotten — reduced to pure instinct, rutting hard and wild and mindless, grinding you into the mattress with each possessive thrust.

You barely realized you were coming until your whole body convulsed — clenching tight around him — sobbing his name brokenly into the crook of his neck.

Lucci growled— A ragged, feral sound that was half-pain, half-ecstasy — And his hips stuttered once, twice — before he drove himself impossibly deep one last time and came. The heat of it spilled inside you — endless, overwhelming — filling you up so much that you whimpered against his neck, nails raking down his back as he ground against you through the aftershocks.

Even after he came, he didn't stop moving — slow, shallow grinds, refusing to pull out, cock twitching deep inside you, his massive frame caging you down, panting harshly against your throat. Still trembling. Still barely holding back from starting all over again.

You couldn’t breathe. Not properly. Not with the way Lucci’s massive body was pressing you into the mattress, the heat of his skin searing against yours, his cock still sheathed so deep inside you it felt like you’d never be empty again.

He was trembling. Full body, bone-deep shakes — low, ragged snarls rumbling against your throat like he was still fighting himself, even though the worst of his heat had been sated. His arms locked tighter around your waist, keeping your hips pinned flush to his.

You whimpered softly — half overwhelmed, half aching — trying to shift, to ease the heavy stretch where he was still grinding slow, instinctive rolls into your sore, soaked cunt.

The second you moved, Lucci growled — deep, guttural — and shoved himself deeper, grinding into the soft, swollen spot inside you with brutal finality.

"Don't—" he rasped, voice shredded raw from panting and snarling. "Don't move. You're not going anywhere."

You could feel the thick twitch of him inside you — the way his cock swelled slightly, as if even the thought of pulling away made his body rebel. Possessive. Wild. His green eyes, glowing faintly in the darkness, pinned you — the feral glint in them making your heart stutter and your body shiver under him.

Slowly — as if he didn't trust himself — he nuzzled his nose against your neck, dragging in slow, ragged breaths of your scent. You felt the gentle scrape of his fangs skim the soft skin there — not biting, just hovering, threatening.

A reminder.

A warning.

You were his.

You would stay his.

"Smell like me now," Lucci rumbled hoarsely, voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Inside and out. They’ll know who you belong to."

You whimpered — overwhelmed, trembling, brain foggy from the brutal fucking and the way his weight blanketed you.

Your fingers twitched weakly against his back — still buried in the thick fur between his shoulder blades — and Lucci purred lowly in response, pressing his entire body closer, caging you against the bed as if he could merge you with himself if he just pressed hard enough.

Even soft, even done, there was no escaping him. You were stretched to the brink around him — aching, throbbing — slickness smearing between your thighs, a messy, embarrassing wet heat. But Lucci didn’t pull out. Didn’t let you breathe.

His hips gave tiny, unconscious rocks — not to fuck you, not yet — just to keep himself inside, to keep the bond sealed, to keep your body trembling around his cock until you couldn’t remember what it felt like to be alone. His nose brushed your jaw, a rare, dangerous tenderness in the way he held you — like a wounded animal clutching its mate, afraid you might vanish if he loosened his grip.

"Little thing," he rasped, the words a broken, reverent snarl against your skin.  "Took me so well."

You keened softly — overwhelmed, flooded with the heat and praise and the lingering, dizzy ache of being so utterly filled.

He shifted, lowering himself even more until your chest was pressed flush to his — your heart pounding frantic against his much slower, rumbling pulse.

Slowly, gently — he hooked one massive, furred hand under your thigh and hitched it higher around his waist, making your battered core clench weakly around him, earning a low, dangerous growl.

"Fuck—" he gritted out. "Tight still. Don’t squeeze me—"

But your body wasn’t listening — clenching and fluttering helplessly around the thickness of him, still greedy even after being ruined. Lucci’s control frayed further — he pushed into you with a shallow thrust, slow but unstoppable, grinding deep where you were most sensitive. You whimpered, head lolling back against the pillow.

He didn’t stop — moving in slow, aching, endless rolls — dragging his cock along every battered, oversensitive nerve inside you until your thighs were trembling and you were mewling brokenly against his shoulder. It wasn’t rough anymore. It was tender now — brutal in a different way — as if he was trying to mark every inch of you from the inside out, to imprint himself so deep that even time couldn’t wash him away.

The air was hot, sticky, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat and something more primal — something that made your instincts curl inward, pressing closer, submitting without even thinking.

Lucci pressed his forehead to yours, breathing raggedly through his nose, one hand still cupping the underside of your thigh, the other wrapped tight around your back, keeping you caged and motionless under him.

"You’re mine," he whispered, voice wrecked, low, barely human. "Always. Even if you run, little thing. Even if you fight me. You're mine."

You whimpered weakly, nodding — because you couldn’t speak — because it was true — because even if you could have fought him, you never would.

You were his. And he would never let you forget it.

He nuzzled your jaw again, low growls of satisfaction rumbling through his chest as you sagged bonelessly under him — utterly, completely spent — trembling from the overwhelming fullness and the soft, endless way he rutted into you, claiming you over and over, even in the trembling aftermath.

You didn’t know how long he stayed like that — fucking you slow and deep and possessive in the dark, murmuring broken, snarling praises against your skin.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

The only sound was your broken, shaky breathing against his massive chest, and the low, rumbling growl in his throat that hadn't fully stopped — a deep, vibrating sound of possessive satisfaction and lingering hunger.

You clung to him — fists tangled in the thick fur at his shoulders, face buried in the crook of his neck.

And he buried himself deeper around you, curling his larger body protectively over yours, surrounding you in heat and scent and the heavy, primal thrum of his heartbeat.

His cock still pulsed deep inside you, a slow, lazy twitch of ownership that made you whimper softly — overstimulated, overwhelmed — but somehow craving even more.

You could feel the way his muscles trembled under the fur. Not from exhaustion — no. From restraint. From the brutal, raw effort it took not to flip you over and take you again, harder, rougher, the way his instincts demanded.

Instead, Lucci dragged in a deep, shuddering breath — and pressed his huge, clawed hand between your shoulder blades, cradling you close.

"You’re safe," he rasped into your hair. His voice was rough, ragged — the words almost a plea. "With me. Always."

You nodded weakly, still trembling. One massive hand slipped under your thighs, adjusting you so gently it made your chest ache. He moved slowly, carefully — as if he thought you might break if he wasn't careful enough. Still half-dressed, your skirt pushed up indecently around your waist, your panties hanging loosely from one ankle — but he didn’t seem to notice, or care.

All he cared about was the way you smelled — the way you felt — warm, spent, and utterly his. 

His tongue — rougher in this form — rasped slowly over your shoulder, a slow, claiming lick that made you shiver again. Marking you. Scenting you. Binding you to him in ways far deeper than any ring or vow could.

You tilted your head weakly, exposing your throat without thinking. The growl that tore out of him was feral — but somehow gentle, too.

Slowly — agonizingly slow — Lucci shifted back, just slightly: shrinking down from his full hybrid form until he was still larger, still powerful, but more human in shape. Still, his green-gold eyes blazed down at you with naked, possessive adoration.

He cupped your jaw with one clawed hand, thumb stroking your cheek — a soft touch that betrayed the animalistic hunger barely restrained beneath his skin.

"You're too good to me," he murmured roughly.

You blinked up at him, dazed, body still thrumming from the aftermath. "I love you," you whispered hoarsely, voice wrecked from crying out his name.

Lucci stiffened — just for a moment — and then his mouth crashed against yours, devouring you in a kiss that tasted like desperation and devotion. When he finally pulled back, his forehead dropped against yours.

He was breathing hard, trembling slightly. "I almost lost control," he confessed in a low, tortured whisper. "You made me feel—" His voice broke off, strained.

You stroked his jaw with trembling fingers. "You didn’t hurt me," you promised softly. "You never could."

Another deep, shuddering breath from him — as if your words physically relieved something heavy in his chest. Carefully, Lucci shifted again — this time fully back into his human form — and collapsed onto the bed with you, wrapping his massive body around yours.

His green eyes watched you — not cold now, but something devastatingly raw. As if you were the only thing tethering him to the world.

One large hand splayed protectively over your belly, fingers curling as if to shield the most vulnerable part of you from the world. He buried his face against your throat again, murmuring something so low you almost didn’t catch it.

"Mine," he breathed. "Only mine."

You smiled weakly, closing your eyes, letting the heavy warmth of him lull you into a fragile, exhausted peace.Outside, the world spun on — but here, in this dark little cocoon of heat and whispered devotion, you were safe.

Cherished.

Claimed.

This was a little request from @potato-imouto under this post. I hope you liked it sweetheart 😘

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@physics-of-one-piece replied to the video of mingo with this:

Thus, I was inspired to make this