#op x male reader

[soaln]

i read ur op jealous hcs and they were so cute ! i also saw that you mentioned your inbox was open, so can i request zoro x reader who’s the completely opposite of him? reader who’s sweet and kind to everyone, and very gentle unlike their mosshead bf.. i love him lol

𝓞𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓

𓏵 ﹒ ┈ warnings : pure fluff, gender isn't mentioned. I realized I have a lot Sanji and Zoro request 😭😭 anyw req open I changed few things｡— ◟ 𖦹

The sun was setting low on the horizon, casting warm light across the deck of the Thousand Sunny like it was made of gold. The ocean stretched out endlessly, a sparkling blue as the ship drifted smoothly over the waves. You were sitting on the railing, your outline lit up by the fading light, your fingers busy making a crown out of flowers. Each petal brought a splash of color—soft pinks, creamy whites, and bright yellows—showing off your easy-going vibe and the simple happiness you found in little things.

Zoro was standing across the deck, looking like a statue made of stone as he pumped some weights with serious determination. His brow was furrowed, jaw tight, and his green hair—which everyone joked looked like messy moss—was shining with sweat under the setting sun. He was the definition of strength and toughness, rarely saying much and showing even less weakness. But every now and then, his sharp eyes would wander over to you, pulled in by the warmth of your presence.

You two were totally different. While you were all about warmth and sunshine, he had this tough vibe that felt shady and intense. Your kindness shone like a beacon, making people feel good, while Zoro’s rough edge seemed to push folks away. Still, there was this cool connection between you that neither of you could fully put into words, but you both respected it a lot.

“Oi,” he said, his voice deep and rough as he walked up to you, a towel tossed over his shoulder. “What’s up? Just hanging out here alone?”

You turned to him, your smile as radiant as daylight. In your hands, you held the finished flower crown, its delicate magnificence a stark contrast to the man before you. “I made this for you,” you told, your voice a melody that seemed to soften even the edges of his hardened demeanor

Zoro’s brow arched, his expression a mix of skepticism and amusement. “Flowers? Seriously?”

You laughed, the sound like wind chimes dancing in a gentle breeze. Rising to your feet, you placed the crown atop his head, your fingers brushing lightly against his green hair. “There,” you declared, your tone teasing yet tender. “Now you look like a silly warrior ruler.”

A faint blush crept across his cheeks, and he reached up to remove the crown, but your hand caught his wrist, stopping him. “Leave it on,” you pleaded, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just for a little while, Please?”

He hesitated, his hand hovering in the air, before he let out a resigned sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward ever so slightly. “But if anyone sees me like this, I’m blaming thus on you.”

Your heart swelled with affection, and you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Zoro,” you murmured, your voice warm filled gratitude. “You’re the best.”

He muttered something incomprehensible under his breath, but the faint blush that wiped his cheeks betrayed his true feelings. Beneath his gruff exterior, Zoro sheltered a deep appreciation for your gentle nature, even if he would never admit it aloud.

As the crew began to gather for dinner, the deck came alive with the sounds of laughter and camaraderie. Luffy’s wild voice echoed across the ship as he demanded more meat, while Sanji moved with practiced grace, setting the table with his usual flair. Nami and Robin conversed in calm tones, their laughter like music, while Usopp and Chopper animatedly recited one of their many adventures.

Zoro glanced at you, his expression softening in a way that was reserved only for you. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go eat before Luffy devours everything.”

You nodded, slipping your hand into his, your fingers intertwining as if they were always meant to fit together. “Okay,” you smiled, your smile as bright as the stars beginning to appear in the night sky. “But you’re keeping the flower crown on, right?” You grinned.

He rolled his eyes at you, but the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his actual feelings. “Yeah, yeah,” he stated, his tone gruff but affectionate. “Whatever makes you happy.”

After that, the two of you joined the rest of the crew, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you like a warm blanket. Despite your differences, you and Zoro were a perfect match—a symphony of opposites that created a harmony all your own. And in that moment, you knew that your gentle heart and his rugged soul were forever intertwined

[beautifulsenpai]

random horny thought:

men that’ll put a pretty collar around your neck. they’ll keep you on a leash. you will be their cute, pathetic little puppy. they’ll tell you how much they love you, and how you belong to them while you bounce on their big cock while you have a cock drunken daze, eyes rolled back, tongue lolled out, head tilted back and panting like a good dog. they’ll make you bounce on their cock, or suck their big dick because they will make you work for pleasure since you’re nothing but a brainless pet that’s only purpose is to serve their master.

keigo takami, dabi, tomura shigaraki, kai chisaki, muzan kibutsuji, doma, donquixote doflamingo, buggy, crocodile, dio brando, simon riley (ghost), toji fushiguro, sukuna.

[quits-writing]

Seduction & Temptation

Trafalgar Law x Male! Reader

A/N: he’s so bratty, i need to fuck him. (sorry yall, but i’m not sharing him— i’m only posting this to flaunt our relationship ❤️). also this is my first post in a while, my greatest comeback 😈 prolly won’t be active though, creating and posting - spur of the moment.

Law is stubborn when it comes to admitting his own needs, so when he wants M/N but refuses to say it outright, he has his own underhanded tactics to get what he wants.

Visual appeal just to mess with him.

Law doesn’t go out of his way to dress seductively—it’s never that obvious. But if he knows M/N likes something? He’ll wear it strategically.

Loosening his dress shirt just enough—The top buttons undone, revealing the dark ink of his tattoo against pale skin, the fabric slipping slightly off his shoulder when he moves. He never adjusts it, never fixes it, just lets M/N look.

Low-slung sweatpants after a shower—Law doesn’t wear tight clothing, but he knows M/N has a fixation with his hipbones, with the way his body tapers down. So he walks around after a shower, towel-drying his hair, completely unaware—except he’s not.

Exposed collarbone & neck—Whether it’s rolling up his sleeves to reveal his forearms, tilting his head back when he stretches, or wearing a loose sweater that just happens to slide off his shoulder, he knows exactly what M/N fixates on.

And the best part? He acts like he has no idea.

M/N watches. He always watches. He takes in every detail—eyes dark, lips curling into something amused, predatory. And Law? Law pretends he’s oblivious. He won’t meet M/N’s stare. Won’t acknowledge the heat in the air.

And then he’ll do something subtle.

• Shift just enough that the fabric slips lower.

• Adjust his glasses, fingers running down his neck, casually dragging attention to his skin.

• Purse his lips when he’s concentrating, completely unaware that M/N is not thinking about work anymore.

It’s a slow burn. A test of patience. And eventually?

M/N fails.

He’ll grab Law’s wrist a little too tight when they brush past each other, pull him close when they’re alone. Maybe he’ll fix Law’s collar for him—knuckles grazing his throat, his voice lower than before.

“You keep testing me,” M/N murmurs, smirking.

Law clicks his tongue. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

When he’s playing hard to get (while looking incredibly tempting).

Law is naturally reserved, but he knows how to weaponize it.

• Sitting just out of M/N’s reach—looking entirely unbothered, legs crossed, fingers tapping idly against his desk. He won’t glance up, won’t acknowledge M/N staring.

• Tilting his neck slightly when he reads, exposing the sharp line of his jaw, his pulse. M/N’s fingers twitch.

• Holding a drink between his lips a second too long, licking the rim of the glass before swallowing. And then? Casually wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, pretending it meant nothing.

And he waits.

Waits for M/N to break first.

Because M/N? He’s an active pursuer. He takes what he wants. And when Law does this—this little game of silent temptation—it drives M/N insane.

Eventually, he’ll snap.

He’ll close the distance—corner Law somewhere, cage him in against a wall, forcing him to acknowledge what he’s doing.

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

Law’s lips twitch. “Doing what?”

M/N leans in. And still, Law plays it cool, tilting his head, as if unaffected.

“…You wouldn’t dare.”

That’s when M/N loses. Because he would. And Law? Law just leans back with a smirk, waiting for him to prove it.

[gatorbites-imagines]

gator ! hey ! before you write the fic, can you add creampie, breeding kink, do anything with merman!zoro tits ( bro is 110 cm 😔💪🏻 ) , biting, fingering ( zoro received ), scratching ( reader/oc received ) and more if u want to add. oh and, reader/oc voice is nice, deep and soothing. btw, if you don't do oc just make is male reader ! thanks gator !!

Merman Roronoa Zoro x male reader

ficlet

I was struggling with what fish to make Zoro, as I always base my merpeople on real fish and sea life. Like, seal merman, clown fish, seahorse, octopus, etc.

For Zoro I was thinking about a tiger shark, a grey bamboo shark, a billfish or a koi fish. I think this counts as an au, since I have no idea how the strawhats would work as merpeople.

I ended up going with tiger shark, but I really want to write about koi merman Zoro as well, if anybody is curious. I really want to try centaur au stuff, like, tiger centaur Zoro or smth.

You were a fisherman, most men on your tiny island were. The island was actually pretty big, but terrible terrain meant people only got to live near the coasts, and only one half of the island. The other half was still a mystery to most, only the most daring and strongest went there and returned.

The island was surrounded by many sharp rocks, dangerous reefs and deep underwater pits, meaning it took talent and training to survive it. but this also meant very few people left the island, and even less visited. This caused your people to be very self-sufficient, meaning you had to be as well.

As an orphan, you were raised by the collective of the village, all children were. Your father was last to the sea, and your mother to the battle that was birthing you. After all this time, it was hard to remember anything about your father, other than the stories he told you of the other side of the island.

You still remembered the tales of mermen, one specifically, who had been half manta ray, half man. Thinking about it, you might still have your father’s old sketchbook with drawings of this merman, with his strong features and red facial tattoos. What was his name again? Dragoon? Drake? Something like that.

Maybe your fathers stories had filled your head with fantasies, but you had always dreamed of reaching the other side of the island like your father once had. And as an orphan, you didn’t always have an adult to corral you back into place, or to teach you self-preservation. One way or another, you were always out in the ocean, in whatever floating device you could make.

As you grew older, you still dreamed of exploring and seeing what few others ever got to see. But, with age came responsibility, and duties you had to fulfill. You had to hunt like every other man on the island, you had to held build, craft, kill. Whatever was needed to keep your village going.

This also meant that there was an expectation that you would find a wife and marry. The island didn’t look down on men being with men, or women being with women, but you were still expected to sire children. This was something you just couldn’t do, it went against everything you knew and felt.

When the pressure became too much, when the demands became too heavy, you finally uncovered your fathers old boat and sailed out in the cover of night. The boat was something you had worked on for years, like a passion project of sorts. It looked similar enough to his, but with your own flair and touch.

Whatever watched over the oceans must have favored you this night, as you were able to sail through the dangerous and mostly deadly rock formations and reefs. Growing up, you were told stories by the village elders, that monsters of the sea would destroy the boats if the rocks didn’t. That they would drown the sailor and eat his body.

Nothing happened on your trip, even as the night grew dark, and you lost all sight in front of you. At times it felt like the waves under you were leading you in one direction or another, like something was under the ship, pulling it away from rocks or tricky waves.

The boat was pushed towards a small private beach, one surrounded by large walls of jagged rock, palm trees sticking out of the sand and even climbing the rocky surroundings. It was easy to pull your ship to land, sailing so closely you could jump out and drag it all the way. It was only years of sailing that let you tell yourself that it was seaweed on your ankles, and not somebody’s fingers as you passed through the salty water.

It was hard to keep track of time so late at night, but it must have been hours of sailing with no breaks for food or water. Enough that you let yourself wander up to the sandy beach and throw yourself down on your back, a loud shaky sigh leaving your lips. You were just so tired, tired of duty, of expectations, of everything the village expected of you. It was as if more was demanded of you as an orphan, as you had no family to mourn you or protect you. The village may be communal, but blood still meant so much.

You must have fallen asleep, as you awoke to something touching your chest. Or not something, but a hand. It made you snap awake, ready to jump back and strike at whatever animal might have been attacking you, only to freeze as your eyes met a single eye staring down at you.

The man was hovering over you, or well, you thought he was a man. Until you noticed the smattering of scales and discoloring in his skin, the sharp teeth between his plush lips, and the earrings hanging from one ear, seemingly made from what looked like straightened fishhooks.

Glancing down to noticed the lack of legs on him, instead, there was a large tail. On his ribs were gills, but there was also a pair on his fish half. Did he have two sets of lungs? Or was it all connected? The low rising sun made his tan skin shimmer from the salty ocean water still hanging on him, his chest rising and falling, making it obvious that he could breathe air.

“I- hello?” you squeak out, wanting to facepalm immediately at the way your normally deep voice cracked. The merman had a scar over his eye, and across his chest, slicing through his very impressive pecs. Maybe they were so big because he had to use his arms to swim or steer? Seeing a merman made all the curiosity brew inside you.

An almost embarrassing noise left you as the merman leaned down and sniffed at your neck, a deep barely audible rumble coming from his chest as his strong nose nudged against your chin. “I smelled you” he rumbled, making you jolt at the words, having not expected him to be able to speak or understand you.

There was a strange accent to his words, like your language wasn’t his first, or even his second, like it was something taught by someone else. But it… was kinda cute honestly, even as his strong hands kept rubbing against your chest through your clothes.

“Knew you would come… my” and then he rumbled something in a language you truly could not comprehend, something that made his gills flutter as they gurgled along with his throat. A merman language, perhaps? But the word felt important, and maybe his hands traveling down your torso only added to that meaning.

“I- huh?” you choke out, only to twitch as his sharp teeth nipped at your neck. Not enough to break skin, but you could feel them, dangerous and deadly, nibbling at you like you had seen the cats in the village do to one another.

“Zoro” the shark merman grunted, pushing himself up on his hands as he lugged himself further up, his tail pressing down on your legs as your hips slotted against his underbelly. You could feel your crotch rubbing somewhere between his pelvic fins, the now named Zoro shuddering and letting out a breathless little gasp as you felt yourself hump against something that gave, like a slit of some kind.

“Zoro” you mumbled, feeling nothing but brimming want and something hot and burning in your chest as your hands explored up and down his back. It felt so strange to feel where his human torso melted into the shark underbody, the texture was like it was melting together. The discoloration on his human skin matched that of his shark half, like it was all blurring together.

You choked out your own name as Zoro pressed down harder against you, growling as he started trashing his fish half, trying to hump harder against you. But god was he heavy, enough to leave you lightheaded and gasping, as you started to lose feeling in your legs.

“Z..zoro, please. Move” you grunt, eyes fluttering shut as your vision started blurring from the heavy merman pressing down on you with all his weight. Zoro rumbled and finally looked down, only for his one eye to widen comically as he saw how close you were to passing out.

Air rushed into your lungs as Zoro rolled off of you, ending up on his side, showing you his torso but also his underbelly. Looking down you saw the slit you had been grinding against between his pelvic fins. It looked puffy and wet, whatever slick he was producing making his slit look almost soft to the touch.

“Touch me… please” the merman huffed, looking so cute as he pouted, even with the scars and sharp teeth. You had so many questions as you crawled closer, but those questions could wait for later as you settled down beside your partner for the time being, though the weight in your chest made it feel much more permanent.

His lips were as soft as they looked as you kissed. Zoro was clumsy and messy as you kissed, a little yelp leaving him as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, trying your hardest to avoid his teeth. Maybe merpeople didn’t kiss like this? You would have to ask later.

A powerful shudder ran through Zoro’s entire body as you started kissing down his chin, letting the kisses morph into bites as you traveled down. A strong hand clutched at the back of your head as you kissed and licked at his chest. For some reason he had nipples, you had always imagined merpeople wouldn’t have any since they were fish, right? But Zoro proved you wrong, and boy were they sensitive.

The bites seemed to excite Zoro more than anything, enough for Zoro to claw at your back. A pained yowl was ripped from you as Zoro’s sharp nails dug through your shirt with easy, tearing into the vulnerable flesh of your back, the scent of blood immediately filling the air as you lurch back.

Zoro’s pupils were blown wide, his face stuck in a half confused look as you jump back, immediately trying to somehow stop whatever was hurting. It seemed to confuse Zoro for a moment, only for him to come back to himself enough to pull you back towards him. There was a spark of fear inside your chest, wondering if he was about to eat you.

But Zoro simply turned you around, pulling your shirt off you so he had access to your back. There were apologetic rumbles from his chest, and just as apologetic gurgles from both sets of his gills as he licked at the claw marks on your back. His spit seemed to act like some kind of numbing agent or glue, stitching the wounds shut. They weren’t healed or anything, but they weren’t bleeding anymore.

Zoro looked so apologetic and sorry when you rolled back over again to look at him, the large merman somehow looking small and scared. It was hard to find it in yourself to be angry, instead you leaned in and kissed his collarbone, before biting hard into your pec, enough to leave a mark.

The noise Zoro let out definingly wasn’t human, but you were pretty sure it wasn’t shark either. “Payback” you snicker, pulling back as Zoro started wiggling, trying to adjust himself in the sand of the little beach you two were on.

Zoro rolled further onto his side, almost onto his back. Not far enough to really be on his back, he wouldn’t want to beach himself. But enough to give you a perfect view of his excited slit and the way it bulged. “Please?” he panted, which sounded a little weird when you heard the flexing and wheezing of his gills, but it was hot in its own way.

You really had no idea what to do with a shark merman lover. You couldn’t kiss him at the same time as you touched his slit. You couldn’t even reach his chest as you wiggled your way down, seating yourself somewhere between his pelvic fin area, and anal fin, giving you perfect access to where he wanted you the most.

It must have looked pretty awkward from the outside, a human straddling the lower tail of a gasping and moaning merman, as you started exploring the slit in front of you. It was so gummy and weird, it was clammy and almost cold. Not cold enough to freeze but cold compared to a human.

The noises Zoro let out got louder as you carefully sank your fingers into the gripping slit, a loud obscene squelching filling the small beach as you started working your arm and wrist. You had no idea what you were really searching for, watching carefully as Zoro arched and wiggled, his tail fin wiggling and slapping against the sand as your fingers brushed against something inside the slit.

Zoro watched you the whole time, his pupil blown as you bit at his bottom lip till it bled as he moaned and grunted, cursing and letting out those nonhuman noises that made your crotch ache. “Mine, mine. My other half” He whined, voice going high pitched as his one eye rolled back, hands balled into fists as your fingers kept petting against whatever you had found inside him.

His head dropped back into the sand as he cried out, a noise you could just hear made his throat ache from how raw it was, as that slick clear fluid spurted out of his slit around your fingers, coating your arm and his underbelly.

As Zoro’s chest rose and fell in powerful motions, a weak tremble rushing through his body, there was an insistent pushing against your fingers. As you pulled your soaked hand out of his slit, something else pushed its way out. At first you wanted to panic, only for you to freeze as you watched not one, but two shafts slide out and slap against his underbelly.

They were coated in that slurpy glossy fluid, his tail still jolted and thrusting as his two cocks arched and lurched. You were almost dizzy with want as you glanced up at him, feeling sweat gather on your brow as your eyes met Zoro’s, that feral hunger back in his eyes. You had a feeling that a human like you wouldn’t be able to keep up with a mermans stamina, especially one looking as aroused as Zoro. But boy, did you want to see if that was true or not.

[adozowa]

Incorrect quotes #11

*Sanji in a medical Center with nurses surrounding him*

Sanji: "if my nose is correct one of you beauties is on your period, I'm right aren't I? Who is it."

*M Reader right beside his hospital bed*

Reader: "It's me."

Sanji: "GH-"

[fanged-fanfics]

hi Fang, please can i ask a Monkey D Luffy x strawhat male!reader who is like Black☆Star from Soul Eater ? He is loud, stubborn, and arrogant but endearing (he sees himself as a star and wants to surpass even God). He loves being the center of attention and has no sense of discretion, even during infiltration missions. He is an extremely skilled ninja, loyal, and deeply cares about his loved ones he's willing to do anything for them

☆ Reaching For the Stars — Luffy x Male Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || he/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Maybe not everyone could see why you became a part of the crew, but Luffy saw potential in you immediately. Reaching for your dreams was very important to him, and though yours were bigger than most, your sheer passion and loyalty was what made him convinced you'd be an amazing pirate on his crew

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It was a bit of trial and error to figure out what your position would be, especially when he had to think it over after your first infiltration mission when terribly sideways. Seeing your skills when it came to things like stealth, he decided to employ you as a sort of secret wildcard

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Luffy never seemed deterred by your big ambitions and boisterous personality, if anything it drew him to you more. With Luffy constantly encouraging you, you two quickly became a chaotic duo that the other Straw Hats had to keep their eyes on

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A major factor Luffy appreciated in you was your ability to put your whole heart into anything you did. When it came down to it, you were a brave pirate who fought for what you love and who you cared for. Luffy could relate to that greatly, and always cheered you on when you got hyped up

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Luffy also would help remind you to take things easy when needed. Sometimes what you really need is to take a deep breath and enjoy what you have, rather than focusing on what you could be. Live it up, have some good food, let loose! To have a dream is to live for it, not feel weighed down by it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The captain was always willing to help you wind down, and reminded you to take care of yourself too. He made sure to always set aside food for you, have you tag along in whatever gun was planned, and even checking in on you regularly

ᯓᡣ𐭩 With the way you two complemented each other so well, it was no wonder you both seemed to understand each other. You could practically guess what the other was thinking at any given time, which could be for both the better and the chaotic

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Luffy promised from the moment he met you that he would help you achieve your dreams, no matter what it would take to get there. Sure, you were aiming high, but so was he. And if he could become the Pirate King, then you should be able to dream as big as you want. He'd be by your side at every step

[tenjikufag]

HII this is my first request ever haha I’m a bit nervous but I saw you write ftm prompts and I was wondering if maybe you’d write ftm zoro and reader knowing but not ever bringing it up BUTTT zoro thinks he’s so slick and therefore is nervous for reader to find out!,, I hope this makes sense thank you for all you write!

Scars.

FTM!Zoro x Male Reader

-nervous Zoro, strawhat!reader, possibly ooc zoro, top surgery mentions, scars, sex trait mentions, loving reader- this is gonna be fluffy don’t worry haha.

-thank you for the request, this has been in my inbox for awhile now I’m sorry for how long it’s taken!

It’s never been a point for anyone to make mention of certain physical traits others had. Everyone just looked the way they looked, scars and all. That and most of you had met after the scars had settled and their stories concluded.

But, some scars gave away a lot more than one would think.. especially someone as airheaded and dense as Zoro. Your boyfriend.

Scars could be a life story. Not just an event.

It wasn’t until a few months in that you had actually noticed the faint scarring under his pecks- really only seen up close or seen when he moves just right while stretching. You knew what they were, and assumed what the reason was and never asked, it didn’t bother or even really matter to you. It would be Zoros job to bring it up, if he ever did- if he never did then that was fine.

Zoro was Zoro. Your boyfriend, life partner, other half, and love of your life.

The two of you hadn’t had any form of intimacy both due to the pure exhaustion from a busy day on the sea or on a new island, and you really didn’t mind. Sure you wished to be intimate but the opportunities were far and few to begin with.

Zoro felt the same, but he had wanted to take you away and have you all to himself ever since he became yours.

It was just the unsteadiness that settled in his stomach when he thought of the aspect of sex with you. Again, he’s dense and doesn’t think that much about it but something inside nags him.

‘He signed up for man with a dick!’

Sighing, he looked out at you speaking to Robin. You laughed at whatever she had said. With his staring, you felt his gaze on you and excused yourself to approach the male.

“Hey, did ya need something?”

Cupping his cheek with a smile, he squinted up at you and shook his head. The way he shifted under your gaze let you know that there was something on his mind and he was a man of few words so it would take time for him to speak on it. Kissing his forehead, you went off to do your own thing again.

Zoro leaned back, resting his head against the familiar strip of wood, drifting off to sleep and avoiding his worries for just a bit longer.

—

Where was Zoro?

That’s the age old question. Having the tendency to wander off paired with his permanently ‘out of order’ physical compass, it was all too common to lose sight of him when you landed yourselves on an island.

This island was small, basically a floating town and not even comparable to a city. Everything was a walking distance to each-other, having to walk maybe 60 paces to hit all the shops and such… how he’d managed to get lost was beyond you, still you’d search for him.

“I’m gonna go find moss-head, I’ll meet you back at the ship.”

Sanji only grumbled in response, his cigarette hanging loosely from his lip as he inspected a vegetable stand.

—

It obviously wasn’t that hard to find him, he was leaning against a tree just on the outskirts of the small town- it made you smile to see him look relaxed.

“Zoro~”

His head turned, a slight smile on his lips as he shifted to approach you. You opened your arms wide, letting him settle against your chest with his arms wrapping around you to your back. The two of you stood in an embrace for awhile, softly rocking back and forth with the breeze.

“Are you alright? You seemed to be bothered back on the ship.”

A deep sigh rumbled in his chest, pulling himself away and bringing you to the tree. The man sat down, waiting for you to follow suit. His rough, worked hand clasped onto yours- fingers intertwined, your thumb softly circling on his hand.

“I love ya.. you know that.”

Nodding, you kept silent. He wasn’t the best with words, much less when someone else was talking- he’d lose his train of thought far too easily.

“And I know we both wanna.. y’know-“

“Have sex?”

You couldn’t help yourself, as brash of a man that he is for some reason he could never bring himself to speak as vulgar as he did with everyone else when he was with you. He actually cared, at least a little bit, about what came out of his mouth.

His hand gripped yours tighter, groaning at you

“Yeah! Whatever! But I gotta tell ya somethin’ so ya better listen. I’m not sayin’ it twice!”

Chucking lightly, he continued. Again, it was clear he was having a hard time finding the words to his thoughts. Could he convey what he wanted properly without feeling overloaded, did he even have the right words in his vocabulary?

“I don’t have a dick. There, I said it!”

You hummed, not being able to keep the light laugh and smile off your face. Who says it like that?! It was just.. very him. Very Zoro to come out with it like that.

“Is that all?”

“Is that all?! All you got to say is “is that all”?!’

Red tinted his cheeks, he was flushed with annoyance and just a light twinge of anxiety. He expected more, or maybe he didn’t, he wasn’t sure! But he sure as hell didn’t expect a boring response like that!

“Bold of you to assume you’d even be using said dick on me.”

Purring into his ear, he shoved you away and took his own hand out of your grasp to cross his arms over his chest.

“Aw, c’mon Zoro! I’m bad at these~”

He huffed, looking away from you

“Okay. How ‘bout this.”

You pushed yourself to your knees and hugged over his shoulders,

“Thank you for telling me, uh, I appreciate the sentiment and I’m sure you feel a lot better. I’m proud of you.”

You pecked the top of his head, his fuzzy green hair definitely needing a trim with the way it tickled you.

Zoro relaxed under you, clearly your words made him feel better. He also knew you didn’t mind, or care for that matter. He was safe with you, his body wasn’t going to be a reason you left (not that he’d let you at this point)

It felt good. To know you loved him, scars and all, no matter what he looked like or what he had.

“Is that what was on your mind back on the ship?”

“Yeah..”

“Why?”

“I was horny okay. It gets frustratin’ knowin’ you’re right there and I couldn’t do nothing about it.”

His words made you laugh, was that really what made him say it?!

“Well.. we got some time left ‘fore we gotta get back to the ship..”

With his back tensing against you, you knew he would be into having some fun here.

“Show me what the almighty Zoro has to give me, I’ve been waitin’.”

[svgvru]

✮ 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡! despite how proud he might seem, he's a little boy starved for love and attention.

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! ꒰ buggy d. clown / dom,m!reader ꒱: spicy ꒰ sex is mentioned ꒱, slight angst, hurt/comfort, reader is mentioned to be trans. op:la buggy in mind ꒰ but anime!buggy can be interpreted ꒱, "gay" can be interpreted for either of its meanings, this is just rambling about him frfr, some headcanons abt his past are incorporated!

𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. he's craved it from before his time on gol d. roger's ship, to now in his fame, where he's grown to be a feared pirate all across the east blue. his parents were assholes, assholes who abandoned him. and like deadbeat parent, they never gave him an ounce of love and attention. his apprenticeship on roger's crew didn't grant that much love and attention either. but no matter what time period, no matter what character arc he's in, your attention—your love mattered above everyone else.

no matter what time period, or character arc your in, he's always shouted for your attention in his own way. from the time you were just a girl—another brat on roger's crew, to the present where you've met with ivankov and became a man and a revolutionary. from pretending to do something grand, or taking credit for something shanks did on an island, he was always trying to impress you. even more so now that your a famous pirate and revolutionary, even more famous and strong. even more so now that your a man—that made his little gay heart jump at the sight of you.

and no matter how stupid he looked, whether it be trying to take credit for someone else's work, or fighting shanks, you always gave him your attention. the laugh that left your lips, and the smile that graced your face when he would do something goofy made him blush. it made him more determined to him have your eyes on him, no matter what he does, good or bad. he just needs your love.

a simple look of disapproval from you would bring a sting to his heart. he tried to be cool! he tried to get you to notice him like you did when you were on roger's ship. however, he went about it the wrong way.

how stupid could be, forgetting that you are in fact a revolutionary? the look you had on your face, a mix of digust and he could swear anger, when you heard of the "audience" he had aquired sent an arrow through his heart. and it wasn't cupid's type of arrows. how could he forget the reason you joined dragon in his efforts to destroy the world government. idiocy. it was idoicy on his part, and he desperately hoped you didn't hate him. if you were to hate him? there's no telling what buggy may or may do.

he deserved getting his ass beat by the ragtag pirate crew known as the "straw hats." he deserved having his plans ruined, and maybe you liked it? did you think it was what he deserved? if you did, then that it was.

and the anxious feeling he felt when he pulled back together the broken peaces of his "freaks" and heard that you were in the east blue was one like no other. just a few islands away, there was the man he's been craving attention and love from. he desperately hoped you would grant that silent wish of his.

of course, he was curious as to what a big shot like you was doing in the east blue instead of the grand line, though he didn't think on it too much. all was focused on was the image of your smile directed in his way.

it was only a "coincidence" that his ship pulled up right next to yours—looking quite small in comparison he might add. it was only a "coincidence" that he appeared at the same bar you were in out of 5 others on the island. it was only a "coincidence" that he happened to sit next to you at the bar when he ordered a beer. "buggy?"

the calm, smoothness of your voice made his heart flutter and he looked in your direction, pretending he "hadn't noticed you," as if he wasn't staring at you in the corner of his eyes. "whhaaat?! your here? shock—errr..."

you chuckled at the nervous chuckle he let out after his words. you always happened to love the way he speaks. the inflections in his voice and how constantly excited or host-like he seemed was adorable to you. although, you'd never out right say that. buggy hesitantly started the conversation, carefully asking what you were doing in the east blue, dodging questions about his circus in fear it'd bring that expression back.

he was awkward and like his 13-year old self again, he awkwardly blurted out his wish to converse with you longer, but elsewhere. "to learn about the revolutionary army," he said, and you clearly knew otherwise. everyone in the bar new otherwise. his crew, your crew, the bartender, and innocent bystanders could look at you do and practically see the tension the two of you have. "sure, we've booked an inn nearby," you suggest, walking backwards out of the bar while looking at him. you gave a quick glance and a smile to one of your crew, which he assumed was your right hand. the two of you talked with your eyes, and the man nodded back and started whispering to the other members of your crew.

"c'mon, bugs." you nod towards outside with the door propped open by your foot. bugs?! well, that means your not mad. his heart thumped and he silently gave orders to his crew and happily ran walked behind you.

you could see his puppy eyes, hell, they matched his behavior, following you to the inn like a lost puppy. cute.

buggy silently begged for your attention, your affection, wishing you could read his mind and look at him, smile at him. he desperately wished you were focused on him. he, of course, got his wish when the two of you arrived at the room you booked in the inn. his heart leaped at being so close to you after so long.

his breath hitched and his heart thumped when you looked up at him as you sat on the edge of the bed. his breath hitched when you told him to take off his fur-lined jacket, when your hand accidentally grazed his bare arm. his heart thumped when you got close to him, when your smile was wide and bright, begging for him to talk. his breath-hitched and halted when you smashed your lips against his. his heart thumped when your hands massaged his sides and slid off his striped, red tunic. his breath became ragid when you touched him all too delicately, prepping him for you. he swore his heart jumped from his chest from when you first slid into him and touched his prostate.

his eyes watered from your tender touches. fat tears rolled down his cheeks as you were being so gentle with him, cooing and reassuringly squeezing his thin waist. he only wanted to cry more when you missed away his tears and whispered the sweetest things to him. buggy the clown, a feared pirate of the seas, was crying because he finally felt the love and attention he so craved, specifically from you.

it would be you and only you who could do this him. you were the only one who could fuck him this good and reduce him to tears with your love.

buggy didn't think you loved him. no one loved him, so he'd buy that love, or make people love him. but the genuine love he felt from you was something he'd never experienced. it tipped the scales and nothing could hold a candle to it. to you holding him delicately, wiping his tears and kissing his lips with an "it's okay," with an "im here, baby." nothing would ever be better than this and he hoped and prayed to whoever would listen that this would last forever. that he would always be able to feel your warm touch and your love till the day he took his last breath.

his trembling lips mumbles an "i love you," and the moment you say it back, "i love you too, buggy," in the sweet voice of yours, he looses it.

no matter when or where, he will always crave your attention. and now, he was always get it. he'll always be fulfilled, he'll always be loved, by you. by the only person who dared to pay attention to him and grant him affection. he'll ask you to tell him you love him every day, every few hours. "do you love me? tell me you love me." "i love you, bugs." even when you put a ring on his finger and kiss him, promising the world, he'll still get insecure. "do you—do you still love me?" "yes, buggy. i still love you, always will." a quick kiss to his lips'll shut him up and he'll smile to himself. it doesn't matter who loves him now, he just needs yours and he'll be just fine.

꒰ n: i love him sm :( he's my baby and jeff ward was fantastic acting as him! i could talk about buggy for hours, okayy. ive got the urge to keep writing for him, so any buggy requests r welcome! ꒱

[cherrryxx]

“All is fair in love and war, but I can’t fight with you anymore,,”

(Song: Allies or enemies by The Crane Wives)

OP men and their reaction to an argument, where m!reader gets upset and avoids them.

Including: Mihawk, Kaku

Warnings: angst, m!reader, hurt/comfort, minor cursing, SPOILERS FOR WATER SEVEN/ENIES LOBBY

MIHAWK

- Only reason he would end up arguing with you is for doing something he specifically asked you not to, that could have resulted in you being hurt. Mayybeee also if you’re being too ignorant about things too.

“I said I was sorry! Nothing happened so it’s really not that serious!” You shout at Mihawk. He was agitated and ended up arguing with you after you had followed him into a particularly risky battle.

“Really? And what if I had cut you in half! I could have killed you, THEY would have killed you.” Mihawk snaps. He’s never raised his voice or talked to you with such an aggressive tone, and to be honest it scares you a bit.

As he continues to chew you out, belittling your own ability to stay alive, practically insulting your skills as he gives every reason that he wanted you to listen. You eventually snap.

“Mihawk I’m not a fucking child!” You shout.

And that’s when he realized how much he screwed up. He tried to quickly apologize,

“Look, love, I’m sorry, I know I was being a little har-“

But you were having none of it. You closed the door in the golden-eyed man’s face.

Throughout a week period, you avoided him. Mihawk respected it for the time being, but didn’t enjoy the fact that you treated his presence like a vile plague.

Eventually, he couldn’t stand it anymore, and cornered you in the library.

“I’m sorry, please. I know I can’t control everything you do, I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

It was the first time you’ve ever heard desperation in the warlord’s voice. You looked at him your eyes heavy with sorrow; and pulled him close to you.

“I’m sorry. I know you just wanted to protect me, I just want to show you that I can protect myself, though.”

KAKU

- Kaku would literally be too perfect in a relationship to do something that would cause an argument. Oh, besides the fact that he was a secret government agent that nearly assassinated your beloved mayor and friend. Excluding that.

You were furious with Kaku after learning of his betrayal in Water 7. Paulie and Iceburg felt obligated to tell you, especially since you were together for the past five years.

You cried through the next few weeks, only stopping to celebrate when you learned the strawhat crew had managed to get Nico Robin back, and escape relatively unscathed.

After the Luffy and his crew left Water 7 for good, you felt numbed inside. The person you had been with for the past five years worked for the government, and no less attempted to assassinate your close friend Iceburg.

One night, while you were in one of the back allies so you could dispose of your trash; there was a loud thud. You quickly turned around, spotting a tall figure in black clothes.

Instinctively, you grab the carving knife you always kept in your pocket.

“Who’s there!”

You demand, not letting your voice waver for a second.

But when the “stranger” lifted his head, your heart dropped.

“Kaku?” You croaked, your eyes welling up with tears.

“Hello.” He said, shifting awkwardly a few yards away from you.

Your sadness quickly flared up into anger as you remembered why he left in the first place.

“How could you do this, Kaku?!” You shouted, it felt like your voice was ripping through your throat as you spoke. “I trusted you, everyone trusted you!”

You couldn’t keep your tears from running down your face as sobs wracked your body.

You felt arms wrap around you warmly, pulling you close.

“I’m so sorry, honey, please,” Kaku’s voice cracked as he spoke, “I didn’t want to, please believe me. I didn’t. I just don’t have a choice anymore.”

You cried, hitting and punching at his chest. Kaku took the hits sucking in through his teeth as he held back tears.

“Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry my dear.” He choked out.

You grip his arms roughly, your hands shaking with the gesture.

“I forgive you.”

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME: KILLER

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Only him, with his sweet silence, sweet touch and sweet love would convince you to open your heart. He was sweet for his own good... At least he was for you"

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : Male! Reader (can be trans or not), gay relationship, homo relationship, cannon au (so pirates duh), some mention about short duration relationships, mentions about lies and promises about relationships, some cool guy trying to rizz the reader (and failing), nothing really triggering

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1,3k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : I wrote that when I was trying to get back on writing, it was from days ago now, it's not one of my best works but is sweet enough to make me actually like this one. Still in my fight of getting back on writing again so pls have patience with me. Fem, blank blogs and no pronouns = block

You continued drying the glasses behind the counter, while a young boy leaned against it. Big smile, shirt open to show a little of his chest and sleeves rolled up to show off his muscular arms, well-groomed hair and clean clothes. He was here sweet talking and hitting on you a while ago, what was his name again? You didn't make a point of keeping it in your memory.

"You know darling... I'm just trying to say that I know lots of ways we can have fun together" He said looking at you seductively and you held yourself back from looking at him with disgust. That wouldn't be good for business.

"Well you see... I'm a little..." You were cut off when the bar doors opened with some force, it was still early and the place was empty. Besides, of course, the flirty guy.

There he was. A man taller and stronger than anyone else on this island, long blonde hair was on his back, the white helmet with blue stripes prevented anyone from knowing his true intentions while leaving a deadly aura. The soldier of the massacre, one of the worst generation pirates, first mate of a famous pirate crew... Killer.

The man who was flirting with you straightened up and stopped talking, he now seemed nervous and uncomfortable. Of course yes, he could have sweet words but nothing more than that, no one on this island had enough strength to go against the pirates who arrived at the port a few days ago. That's why all the civilians were being cautious, trying their best not to get into trouble, there were no marines on this island and no one wanted to end up dead for angering a dangerous pirate.

“Welcome” You said, and now the smile on his face seemed a little more genuine.

The pirate didn't answer you, he just walked closer to the counter. The way he towered over you and the other man was somehow overwhelming, although you weren't scared by it.

"Are you busy?" He said, a serious tone that could have sounded like a threat, although you knew it was his calm voice.

You looked at the other man, the flirty idiot, silently asking what his next move would be. Would he fight for his right to flirt with you? Of course not, he immediately swallowed deeply and ran out of the bar, not bothering to say goodbye to you. How embarrassing...

"I hope I'm not scaring your clients," Killer said as he sat down at the counter.

"You guys definitely are, no one wants to come over for a drink and risk running into the infamous Kid Pirates" You smiled at him, joking about the situation, then filled a glass with beer, added a straw and offered it to him. "You came back."

���Good for me, less annoying drunks to deal with” he huffed accepting the glass, after a few seconds of drinking through the straw he looked at you. Although you couldn't see his eyes, you knew he was looking at you deeply. "I said I would come back."

“You said,” You smiled, cheeks hot as you turned away, pretending to organize plates, glasses, and other things, just to avoid looking at him.

"So? Do you have your answer?" He said as he rested his arms on the counter.

“I…” You bit your lip nervously. You had been working as a bartender for many years, your uncle was old and could no longer take care of the bar so this became your job.

You learned to appreciate the bar over time, it was tiring, but you lived your little adventure here. Among the drunk locals and visitors you were able to hear stories, meet people and discover islands. It was like traveling without leaving your place, you met a lot of people, you even made some friends, you had some passions, but you knew that all the visitors would leave. This made you not get lost in promises and sweet words, you needed something stable, someone who would always be with you regardless of the situation... And not promises without truths.

Of course, this fell apart when Killer arrived, his carefree manner, his acidic humor, his responsibility and independence. He was a man like no other, just a light laugh from him or a touch from his calloused hands could make you sleepless for hours. It even seemed like a joke the way he was able to disarm you so easily, he spoke so little and wore a mask that prevented you from seeing his face, how did he have so much power over you?!

And it turned out that you weren't the only one interested, it seemed that the blonde had also paid a lot of attention to you in the last few days. Everything he did with you was more than purposeful, the flirtations too subtle to leave you confused, the touches that seemed accidental, even when he stayed with you until the end of the night and took you to his house. All this just to be able to approach you subtly and not make you run away from him.

And it worked... Well, for the most part, since two days ago, when he admitted that he was very interested in you and would like to go on a date, you simply froze. White head, dry throat, limp body, it was as if you had forgotten how to act like a functional human! You weren't a child! You had already dealt with romance before, so how was it possible for him to completely dismantle you? Passing through all your barriers without any effort!

In the end you asked for some time to consider the request, for the two days you wondered if he would really come back... Maybe it was just a joke? Would he change his mind? You were nervous about all the possibilities. However, as soon as you saw him entering the bar, just like he always did, sitting and talking to you... his body found peace.

You weren't nervous anymore, your heart wasn't beating strangely anymore, you felt light and a little dizzy. You felt safe next to him... This was so embarrassing because because they were internal reactions he wasn't even able to see what he was doing to you!

"Then?" You could almost hear his smile, damn proud bastard, he always knew what his answer was, didn't he?

"Well..." You turned around, crossing your arms and trying to go back to being the harsh and aggressive man that some knew you to be. "If you're determined to tarnish your reputation as a fearsome pirate by going out with some random man who owns a bar..."

"An extremely attractive man" He corrected you and you swallowed deeply.

"Right, with an extremely attractive man like me... I couldn't pass you up and turn down that compliment..." You smiled looking at him.

"Lucky me" He stood up "And a shame for you, because when I like someone I'm not letting them go so easily..."

"Oh yeah? That would be a problem... After all, I live here and you're leaving in a few days" You said. Although this was a strange feeling for you, this had never happened before with any other lover, you had never wanted to leave everything behind and run away with someone. But with Killer you wanted it.

"No problem... I'm a pirate, I can just rob you" He said confidently.

"It's not stealing if I agree to go along, right?" You said, getting out from behind the counter and walking over to him.

"No... But what fun is it to say that you came of your own free will?" He said amusedly as he ran his hand around your waist and moved to your back, gently guiding you to get closer to him. You just laughed letting him guide you, it seemed like now you were going to have adventures again, but this time not stuck behind a bar counter. No, no... You will now experience them personally, with someone very interesting by your side.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

In preparation for my upcoming 1k milestone, I'm posting this poll to determine which smut you guys want. I just realized that this entire time that I've had this blog I've never posted a smut at all, so let's change that.

This is also to let you all know that you can send me smut asks if that's what you want from me. Don't be shy about it. I won't say I'm not judging you, I am, I'm just doing it quietly is all.

— Benny🐰

[soaln]

could you do ace with a m!reader who is into breeding (the reader being the bottom)

NO TITLE IDEA ﹒ ౨ৎ

𓏵 ﹒ ┈ warnings : minor dni, breeding kink, maybe ooc, smut w no plot, ace x m!reader, probably bad grammar, over 1,4Kwrds ｡— ◟ 𖦹

The ship rocked gently on the open sea, its wooden frame creaking softly as it cut through the waves. The midday sun blazed overhead, casting a golden glow across the deck, but inside the cabin, the heat was of a different kind. The air was thick, charged with an electric tension that seemed to hum with every breath. The scent of saltwater mingled with the earthy aroma of sweat and desire, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that enveloped the two men in their private world.

Ace loomed above his lover, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his breaths. His lips were slightly parted, his expression a mix of hunger and restraint. The space between them crackled with unspoken need, the kind that had been building for days, weeks, perhaps even longer. His hands, rough and calloused from years of life at sea, moved with surprising tenderness over the smooth expanse of his partner’s chest. Every touch was deliberate, every caress a silent promise of what was to come.

“I told you,” Ace murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver through his lover’s body. “You don’t know when to quit.” His thumb circled one of the taut nipples beneath him, a teasing motion that elicited a sharp gasp. The man beneath him arched into the touch, his body betraying the depth of his need.

But despite the teasing edge to his words, Ace’s gaze was dark and intense, his pupils dilated with desire. His lover’s breath hitched at the sight, his own eyes heavy with lust, his entire body trembling beneath Ace’s weight.

“No,” came the soft but insistent reply. The man beneath him shifted, his hands sliding across Ace’s back, nails scraping lightly over the muscles there. His fingers dug into the flesh at Ace’s hips, pulling him closer. “I can never get enough of you.”

Ace’s lips curled into a wry grin, his amusement evident. “Yeah, I know. You’re insatiable.” His breath was warm against his lover’s neck, and he couldn’t help but let out a low laugh, the sound rich and deep. “Always begging for more. But that’s what I love about you.”

A subtle smirk played at the corner of his lover’s lips. He tilted his head up, capturing Ace’s mouth in a heated kiss, his hands already working to undo the buttons of Ace’s vest. His fingers trembled with impatience, his need palpable. “You can’t deny it either,” he teased between kisses, his voice rough with desire. “You love how much I want you. How much I need you.”

Ace groaned against his lips, pressing his body down into his lover’s. Every touch, every movement, ignited a fire deep within him, a fire he had no intention of extinguishing. He kissed back hungrily, his hands sliding down the lean body beneath him, feeling the warmth and strength of it beneath his fingertips. He could feel the heat of his lover’s pulse against his own, a perfect match to the burning ache between them.

“You’re damn right,” Ace muttered between kisses, his hands traveling lower, gripping his lover’s hips firmly, possessively. “You belong to me. Always have. Always will.”

A tremor ran through his lover’s body at the words, a quiet shudder that only fueled the fire raging between them. His hands moved to pull Ace closer, desperately. His body shifted beneath Ace’s as he arched up, pushing their pelvises together, a sharp intake of breath slipping past his lips as their bodies finally aligned.

“You’re mine, too,” his lover rasped, his voice raw, needy. “Only yours, Ace.”

Ace’s eyes darkened, burning with something primal. “Good.” He pulled back slightly, positioning himself with deliberate slowness. The anticipation built in the silence, heavy and thick, before he lowered his lips to his lover’s throat, pressing kisses down the warm column of skin. “I’m gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine. Nobody’s gonna be able to touch you like I do.”

His cock thrust forward then, deeply, deliberately, forcing the air from his lover’s lungs with a shocked gasp. “Ace,” came the broken whimper, the sound of his name enough to send a shiver down his spine.

“Yeah, that’s right. Say my name,” Ace murmured, his breath ragged in [y/n]’s ear. He thrust again, this time faster, harder, feeling the way his lover’s body trembled beneath him. “Beg for it.”

His lover’s body responded eagerly, his legs shakingly wrapping around Ace’s waist, pulling him in deeper. “Please,” he begged, his voice a melodic mix of pleasure and desperation. “I need you, Ace. Want you so bad.”

Ace growled, his teeth grazing his lover’s neck. “You’re gonna take everything I give you. Every. Damn. Inch.” With that, he surged forward again, setting a frantic rhythm, his hands gripping the sheets beside his lover’s head, his body moving with the powerful, relentless drive of a man consumed by fire.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the only sound the rhythmic clash of their bodies, the gasps and moans that spilled from their lips. The air thickened with heat, the flames of their desire licking higher, stronger, until the only thing left was the raw, unfiltered need to claim, to possess, to mark their territory in the most primal way imaginable.

“You’re mine,” Ace growled again, pressing in deep, making sure his lover felt every inch of him. “Forever. No one else will ever have you like this.”

His lover’s hands gripped him tighter, nails digging into his back as he came closer, shuddering violently beneath him. “I’m yours, Ace. Always… yours.” He moans.

And with that final admission, Ace gave in, his body shuddering in the release, filling his lover completely with a hot sticky climax. They collapsed together in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, breathless, the aftershocks of their shared climax still rippling through them.

Ace pressed a lingering kiss to his lover’s temple, his hands gentle now, fingers carding through his hair as they both caught their breath.

“Never gonna let you go,” Ace whispered, his voice low but steady, the promise hanging in the air between them like a vow.

And for once, it wasn’t just the flames that burned between them. It was something much deeper, something that neither of them could ever extinguish.

---

The cabin was quiet now, the only sound the gentle lapping of the waves against the ship’s hull. The heat of the moment had faded, replaced by a warm, contented glow. Ace lay beside his lover, his arm draped over the man’s chest, their bodies still pressed close. The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, filtering through the small porthole and casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The air smelled of salt and sweat, a lingering reminder of their passion. Ace’s fingers traced idle patterns on his lover’s skin, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath his touch.

“Do you think it’ll always be like this?” The male asked, his voice low and husky, breaking the comfortable silence.

Ace turned his head, meeting the man’s gaze. There was a vulnerability there, a question that went deeper than the words. He smiled softly, his thumb brushing over the man’s cheek. “I don’t know about always,” he admitted, his voice gentle. “But for now, it’s enough. You’re enough.”

The man’s lips curved into a small, grateful smile, and he leaned into Ace’s touch. “You always know what to say,” he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. “I just… I don’t want this to end.”

Ace’s heart ached at the words, a bittersweet pang that echoed his own fears. But he pushed them aside, focusing on the warmth of the moment, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly, as if they were made for each other. “It doesn’t have to,” he said firmly, though he knew the reality of their lives. “We’ll take it one day at a time. That’s all we can do.”

The male nodded, though the worry didn’t fully leave his eyes. Ace leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, then his lips. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered against his skin. “Not yet.”

The words hung in the air, a fragile promise in a world that was anything but certain. But for now, in the quiet of the cabin, with the waves as their witness, it was enough. They held each other tightly, savoring the peace, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

[beautifulsenpai]

random horny thought:

men who will kiss, and mark your neck possessively, and lovingly. their cock deep inside of you, pounding into you with cum dripping from your pink puckered hole, and legs from the first orgasm. they murmur against your neck, repeatedly saying how “you’re mine” or “my good boy”.

katsuki bakugo, dabi, tomura shigaraki, keigo takami, sanemi shinazugawa, doma, gyutaro, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, donquixote doflamingo, dio brando, joseph joestar, kars, jotaro kujo, yoshikage kira, ghost (simon riley).

[24hlevi]

hello 👋 the christmas event sounds fun. would love to read nico robin x m!reader for prompt 20 🎄hope you have a great day ❤️

omg i love this so much! thank you for requesting 🫶

— 25 Days Of Winter: Confession on Christmas

nico robin (one piece) x male!reader

warnings: none!

25 days of winter event

christmas with the strawhats was always eventful. whether that was good or bad can be determined depending on the person. for you, though, it was pretty fun to spend the day on the ship with luffy waking you all up as soon as he did chanting "christmas!" until the crew woke up.

like this christmas, you awoke to luffy yelling for everyone to wake up. you got up after laying there staring at the wall for a few minutes, walking out onto the deck to see luffy grinning from ear to ear looking at the wrapped presents.

"there's so many!" luffy exclaimed.

"they're not all for you, luffy," nami said when she walked onto the deck.

"still!" the younger boy yelled.

"isn't it a little early to be opening presents?" you yawned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"never!" luffy shook his head quickly.

"it is early, luffy. maybe we should wait a little until everyone is awake," robin suddenly appeared next to you, speaking to luffy in a calm voice against his yelling.

"fine," the boy pouted, sitting down criss crossed in front of the presents.

looking at robin, a small smile formed on your face. "merry christmas, robin."

"merry christmas, y/n," robin smiled back.

you averted your gaze once you realized you were staring, putting your hands in your coat pockets rocking back and forth on your heels trying to warm up and not stare at robin at the same time. however, it was a little difficult when she wouldn't stop looking at you.

"cold?" she asked you.

"a little," you nodded.

robin held her hand out to you, and when you looked at her confused, she spoke again. "if you'll come with me, i'll give you my gift first."

"okay," you agreed, grabbing her hand.

robin then started to walk back to her little room on the ship, with you following next to her. she closed the door behind her and went to her bed, reaching under it and pulling a box out. you sat down on one side of the bed and robin sat on the other.

she set the box in between you two and you looked at her, seeing her nod her head, and you grabbed the box. opening the box, you reached inside and pulled out a small book. you raised an eyebrow, glancing at robin who had a tiny smile on her face, before opening the book, and a piece of paper fell out of it. you picked up the paper and unraveled it, revealing the pretty handwriting you immediately could tell was robin's.

your eyes scanned over what was written, which in the beginning appeared to be a normal letter about being thankful for the crew and you, but started to trail into more of what you soon realized was her confessing her feelings for you. you stared at the page for a few minutes, not being able to process exactly what you were reading, and when you eventually finished it, you set it down and looked at the woman seated across from you.

"robin," you started, a small smile forming on your face. "i really like you too." you told her.

robin immediately smiled back at you, happy that this was so far working out well without getting interrupted like it normally would.

without another word being spoken, you leaned forward and kissed her, one of your hands landing on her waist. she kissed back quickly, smiling into the kiss. when you pulled away, your smile grew and was now a wide one.

"well, this is definitely the best christmas i've had," you said with a short chuckle.

"i'm glad," robin smiled and nodded. "you want to go open the presents now?"

"yeah, luffy is probably annoying the others," you nodded.

you then stood up off the bed and walked around to the other side, holding your hand out to robin with your other hand holding the book and note. robin took your hand and stood up, still smiling softly at you as the two of you made your way back onto the deck.

what a good christmas, indeed.

[gatorbites-imagines]

If you're interested I'd like to request some ftm Mihawk X service top Male reader, like goddam I really wanna worship this man and eat him out/mark him 😭

Ftm Dracule Mihawk x male reader

Headcanons

I love Mihawk, hes one of the few one piece characters I can look at and think “he definitely smells good”. I was listening to dark academia when writing this, since I felt it fit Mihawk.

Mixed terminology for Mihawks bits, like usual.

Mihawk carries a lot of stress in his day-to-day life, I mean, how couldn’t be. He doesn’t show it, at least not to those who don’t know him. But as his partner, you can spot it immediately when he’s more tense than usual.

There is nothing you love more than to make Mihawk feel good, which results in many people thinking you are some kind of lovesick fool. (for some reason I imagine Gomez and Morticia Addams in this dynamic)

Many thing Mihawk is cold, aloof and emotionless, that he doesn’t return your strong emotional acts, but you know he has his own ways to show his love. Like the way he lets you take care of him and puts down his defenses around you, in the way he caresses your cheek in the morning, or how he brings you small trinkets from his travels.

You cant help but yearn to make Mihawk feel as good as you possibly can, especially on days where he clearly needs to let off some steam.

It starts with a bath of the highest quality, with Mihawks favorite scents and soaps, where you’ll even go as far as wash his hair and beard for him, massaging at his tense shoulders and arms.

Massages has become one of the easiest ways to make Mihawk unwind, as he only lets you do it, so his body immediately knows its safe and that he doesn’t need to be on guard when you massage him.

He does grumble and give you a half-hearted glare when you start nipping and sucking hickeys on his neck and arms, calling you a possessive bastard, especially when you keep leaving hickeys where everyone can see as he goes around shirtless.

In the earlier period of your relationship, he would never allow it, but nowadays he lets you pick him up out of the bathtub, dry him off, even lets you rub his favorite lotion into his skin.

If you end up sliding to your knees between his thighs when he’s sitting on the counter, who but you two would know. Mihawk has never been much of a moaner or for making noise in general, but you can always see that your loving and caring touches lights a fire in him, as he’s always wet on your fingers when you rub them through his folds.

He leans back against the mirror as you lick and suck at his cock and folds, experience guiding you in the best ways to make his thighs quiver and breath stutter.

Only after hes cum will you pull back, wiping your mouth and picking your swordsman back up, moving him into the bedroom and laying him down on the silky sheets that cover the huge bed you guys share.

As much as Mihawk wants to keep going from where you left off in the bathroom, you just spread him out and go off to grab the massage oil, rolling him onto his front so you can start actually working into his back.

Mihawk always feels your erection pressing against the small of his back as you knead at his tight muscles, something inside him feeling hot and gooey at the knowledge that you are so aroused, but you always want to take care of him more.

You take the chance to leave more bites and hickeys as you work down his back and to his legs, spreading his thighs apart so you can rub at them too. Of course, you take the chance to lift his hips a bit and lick through his folds again, causing Mihawk to gasp into the sheets.

The fact that you are the only person to see Mihawk Dracule like this, splayed out across the sheets and so relaxed, muscles lax and hips rolling lazily back against your tongue, almost has you bursting right then and there.

As you keep eating him out, you rub down as much of his legs as you can, pulling away from his cunt with a string of fluids connecting your tongue and his heat so you can scoot down and rub down his feet too, much to Mihawks annoyance.

Rolling him onto his back, you do the same to his front, making sure to kiss at his top surgery scars and leave bites down his stomach, before sucking his cock between your legs as you hike on of his legs over your shoulder.

Mihawk is a vision as he basks in pleasure, arms tucked under his head and eyes half lidded as they look down at you. He looks soft and pliable, but somehow still so powerful, even as he lets you pretty much worship him with your hands and mouth.

Its only after he mumbles for you to get on with it that you slide fingers into him, crooking them just the way he likes as you roll his cock in lazy circles with your tongue, the flat side of your tongue rubbing the bundle of nerves enough to send a tingling feeling up his spin.

As you open him up, you make sure to mumble compliments, about how strong he is, how much you love him and his body, how much you think about him and crave him whenever he is away.

All this praise and touching culminates in a second orgasm, starting slowly in his stomach and warming over time, as you of so lazily draw it out of him, your movements and actions having no rush even as he gasps, thighs clamping down on either side of your head.

As he calms down from the orgasm, you move away from his crotch to press kisses against his lower stomach instead, rubbing a loving hand up and down his thigh so as to not overstimulate him.

At some point Mihawk grabs onto your hair and pulls at it, pulling you up on top of him instead, hooking his legs around your hips as he stares at you intensely. Theres no need for words to express what he wants, especially as his pupils are bigger than normal, and there’s a flush to his cheeks.

Your pants and boxers are easily kicked off to the floor, and after slipping on a condom, you carefully push inside his slit, all the prep and work to make him relax easing the way, making it easy for you to bottom out.

What you two experience is more like the act of making love, compared to fucking. Hips rolling in slow loose thrusts, lips pressing together in an open-mouthed kiss as you breathe one another in as hands explore and grab at whatever flesh they can find.

There is no hurry, like there has been no hurry the entire night, its all about making Mihawk feel good in your eyes, your own need for orgasm completely leaving your mind, or maybe having never even been present in the first place.

The third orgasm Mihawk experiences has his eyes clenching shut, mouth dropping open into a beautiful O shape, as soundless moans tremble out of him, cunt gripping tighter onto your shaft as he shudders through it.

His toes curl and fingers dig into your back, Mihawk almost forgetting to breathe until you remind him, making him gasp. You almost want to pull out, since your own end means nothing, but Mihawks legs stay locked around your hips, rocking you in and out of him.

Your orgasm leaves your vision going black for a second or two, the feeling washing through you like a wave as you grunt and cling closer to your lover, filling the latex wrapped around your shaft with a moan, mixed with yet another mumble of praise for the man you love.

You two stay pressed up against each other for a while, just basking in the others presence, until it starts to get uncomfortable.

Pulling out, you discard of the soiled condom, and go about cleaning up, getting new sheets on the bed, and wiping your lover down as he lays lax and half asleep, though Mihawk is never fully asleep until you crawl back into bed with him.

Its only times like this that he gets to completely relax, falling asleep against your side as you caress his hair and rub his back. Its some of the best sleep Mihawk ever gets, knowing that you are there to love him and care for him. The multiple orgasms also help with putting him to sleep.

Its only after Mihawk is completely asleep that you close your eyes. You never go fully to sleep, keeping some of your consciousness alert, just in case you’ll end up needing it. Its mainly to allow Mihawk to get the deep sleep he needs, without having to worry about keeping his guards up himself. And you’ll do anything for your partner.

[pastelclovds]

thinking about getting the most despicable, diabolical, therapy needing man pregnant.

the burdens of being the strongest being can be so exhausting. he almost wants to quit and settle down with someone who he can trust with his life. but he’s gone through too much and has accomplished so many things to get to where he is. he’s close to abandoning that dream altogether. that is… until he met you.

you were equally as ruthless and powerful. you willingly gave your all to protect him and stumble his enemies. you grew closer to him on a personal level, and soon enough he saw you as worthy enough for his love and to bear your child.

you hissed in both pain and pleasure when he scraped his finger nails against your back as you continued to pound into his used cunt. your mixed releases from previous rounds spilling out against his inner thighs every time you thrusted inside his warm tight walls. his moans raised in pitch every time the tip of your cock hit his special spot.

he begs for you to make him pregnant and to stay with him forever. his arms tighten around your shoulders when you swear that you would stay loyal to him and give him as many children as he wants. you didn’t expect your promises to make him gush slick. you pick up the pace when he cries out that he’s close. you aim to hit directly at his sweet spot harshly, you didn’t think he’d get any louder.

your breathing became harsh when you felt your lower abdomen grow hot, signaling that your orgasm was near. you muffle your moan by biting into your lover’s neck as you bottomed out. filling his overstuffed pussy to the brim, to the point where it started squirting out and dripping down your thighs and his ass.

his thighs that remained wrapped around your waist tighten to an almost dead grip, as if he was afraid of you suddenly pulling out. as if you’d ever do that. your cock remained buried inside his loose cunt until you’ve gotten flaccid. plugging him up with your hot seed. you thought he was finished until he suddenly flipped you onto your back and started furiously bouncing on your hardening cock.

he was determined to milk you dry until you gave him what he always dreamed of. you didn’t complain though, he looked attractive on top of you.

“not enough. i need more. i want your baby.” the way he spoke with unwavering determination would’ve scared anyone. thankfully you always wore red tinted glasses.

arlong, makarov, kenjaku, sukuna, homelander, shigaraki, dabi, muzan, dio, ur fav characters <3