#sakazuki x daughter

[goingsunnythousandmerry]

Sabo x Marine!Reader. Ya know like enemies to lovers

Sabo x Marine Reader

Authors Note: Hey as requested, here is my attempt at Marine Reader x Sabo, enemies to lovers. I blame Yamato for my marine character being the daughter of Akainu Sakazuki, because fuck that guy, and I bet his kids would hate him. Marine Reader also  kind of seems like a female version of Koby. Anyways, attempt at enemies to lovers as requested. Let me know your thoughts below, next time I may do Sabo x Subordinate, because I love an authority figure. Not sure I got Sabo’s voice quite right, I haven’t watched episodes with him in them in awhile. Hope you like it. Let me know your thoughts or requests below. Thanks Friends!

Def some fluff and for sure some NSFW. Daddy issues for days with this marine reader.

Warnings: MDNI, Daddy issues, penetration, vaginal sex, breeding kink, fingering, strip search, glove kink, finger sucking, I do not own these character, messy aftercare, I hate Sakazuki

You were a vice admiral in the marines, promoted for your valor at Marineford. A decision not suggested by your father, the new fleet admiral, Akainu Sakazuki. He’d taught you from a young age to believe in justice, however you never embraced his views of absolute justice. You failed to see life as only black and white, as he did. Rather, you saw a world full of color. With this view you knew there were reasons behind criminal actions. Your desire to help others was why you joined the marines like your father. Continuing your beliefs under your father’s regime had been hard, especially, when you came face to face with a criminal you had met before. A criminal who, by your father, was wanted desperately to be made an example to the world, for his crimes.

You stood in a hallway on an upper floor overlooking the socializing plaza at this year's Reverie. You were assigned to guard the hall, a floor above the meeting rooms for the Reverie, you didn’t expect much trouble. You listened vigilantly and walked the hall of your post, occasionally looking out below at the socializing royalty in the courtyard below. You’d been on duty a few hours and so far, nothing roused suspicion. Looking at the people below, you took particular notice of those from Fishman Island, Arabasta Kingdom, Cherry Blossom Kingdom, and Dressrosa. These characters were all from areas Strawhat Luffy had been to. You found it fascinating how they had found and flocked to one another.

To you, Strawhat Luffy was an interesting character, a pirate in what seemed like name only, he helped people. Yet, he declared war upon the world government, the agency you worked for. He also had done a great job of making your world government look bad for its involvement with pirates and in pirate affairs. You knew changes could be made and hoped that in your slow rise to power, you could help change them. However, you knew with your father in charge everyone was in danger. Trying to have open discussions on justice as a child with your father led to more training hours and more meals you were left unfed.

As you stood and stared out the window, you reflected on those discussions. Your train of thought was broken by the sound of a small chuckle from behind one of the columns down the hall from where you stood. You gasped and turned your head in the direction of the noise, your hair whipping behind you as shifted. You looked on as a man with a top hat and burn mark to his left eye stepped out from behind a column. Your breath caught in your chest as you studied him.

“Sa-Sabo, Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army.” You stuttered out through gritted teeth.

You unsheathed a (weapon of your choice) and ran at him. He laughed harder as you came hurtling towards him. As you were about to strike, he stopped you by grabbing your wrists. Hands still in the air mid-strike, you fought through gritted teeth to hit him with your weapon. The two of you panted and stared directly into one another's eyes.

“That’s no way to treat an old friend. It’s good to see you again, Y/N.” Sabo said to you with a smile in his calm voice.

“Friend? Sabo, you are part of the Revolutionary Army working against the World Government. I’m a Marine, thus you fight against everything I believe in! You’re no friend of mine.” You replied as you lifted a leg to kick him.

Sabo took the hit, but didn’t budge from his position. He chucked again and easily overpowered you for your weapon, tossing it down the hall behind you. As he took your weapon, you lost your footing and stumbled backwards.. Sabo caught you by the waist, ensuring you didn’t fall.

“Well the last time we met, you let me go.” He replied as he looked deeper into your eyes, now holding tightly to your waist.

You shoved him off you and took a step away from him. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to calm your angered breathing. Your eyes fluttered to the ground then back to the man before you, who was now thumbing at his top hat.

“Shut up. I thought I told you to forget about that and never speak of it…” You said with a pause.”I’d seen enough bloodshed at Marineford. I wasn’t ready for another execution… another war.”

“As you wish, vice admiral. That look suits you by the way.” He replied as he examined your outfit up and down. 

You were wearing the signature white Marine coat over your shoulders, a low cut top, and short skirt. You felt your outfit displayed your femininity while proving you were still ready to throw hands at any time. Sabo looked down to adjust his gloves, then returned his gaze to meet yours.

“Although, I don’t hate the World Government. I hate Celestial Dragons and what they do to the world.I hate that the World Government protects them.” 

Sabo stopped speaking and stared at you with more intensity. You took another step back as your mind raced through strategies to get your weapon back. Without it, you knew your actions were fruitless. You were willing to fight in hand to hand combat, but you had seen first hand the strength of Sabo’s dragon claw when you last met. You weren’t willing to take your chances with that, you had too much good to do in the world still. You breathed through gritted teeth as Sabo shook his head at you.

“I don’t think our views are all that different if we broke it down.” Sabo said.

“What are you doing here Sabo? Come to ruin the Reverie? I thought the Reverie would only help your cause, it’s a meeting for countries to discuss their issues and broker peace.” You argued as you aggressively took a step towards him.

In the gray walled hallway intermixed with square windows, you stood alone with Sabo. You looked at the wall behind Sabo and studied a tile, remembering that the hallways that connected to where you were stationed were empty of fellow Marines. This portion of the floor was guarded by you and you alone. You could try to scream, but that would make you look weak. You wrinkled your nose at the man in front of you and thought harder of ways to get back up to assist you. With your weapon, you could deal some damage, but you knew how strong Sabo was. You’d need an admiral to face him, especially now that he had the flame-flame fruit. Who knew if he was alone or if he had backup nearby. It of course, had to be one day you had grabbed your regular handcuffs instead of your sea prism ones. 

Suddenly, you remembered the transponder snail in the pocket of your coat. If you could just manage to call someone and let them hear you in casual conversation with Sabo, surely, they would send an admiral to help you. You didn’t know what your father would do to Sabo, but coming to Mary Geoise during the Reverie meant he and the rest of the Revolutionary Army were up to no good and needed to be stopped. Peace was at risk. 

“Well I’m here on business that won't affect the Reverie, I assure you, but it needs to be done. I saw you standing here all alone and wanted to say Hi, and thank you for last time.” He spoke with a smile as he tipped his hat to you. “So thank you, Y/N. I’ll be taking my leave now. I hope we meet again.” Sabo added as he began to turn and walk away from you.

You quickly shoved your hand in your pocket and grabbed for the transponder snail. Your thumbs began to dial before it was out of your pocket, knowing the precise number to call. In an instant, a hand was grasping your forearm and blonde hair fell into your face.

“AGH!” You yelled as you were slammed into one of the hallway walls. 

Sabo’s hands were pinning your wrists above your head. You squirmed, trying to break free from his grasp, but to no avail. The transponder snail fell from your hand with a thud. Sabo shifted his arms, holding your wrists above your head in one of his hands and searching your coat pockets with the other. Your legs separated father apart as you squirmed against his hold, and he Sabo stood between them. 

“Now, why would you go and do something like that? All I was doing was thanking you. I’ve searched your coat pockets, but be honest with me… do you have any other weapons or ways of making calls hidden under your clothes? You know besides those weapons of mass destruction.” He said as his eyes trailed down to admire your breasts through your low cut top.

“No.” You replied through gritted teeth, still trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp.

“I never thought the man who killed my brother would have such an attractive daughter.” He replied with a small chuckle.

“Brother!?” You asked with a gasp, pausing momentarily from fighting his gloved hands that confined your wrists above your head.

Sabo looked down at the ground between the two of you. Then returned his gaze to you. His grip loosened slightly. He took a deep breath as his eyes turned to meet yours.

“Ace.” 

You gasped.

“Then are you also….” You began with widened eyes as your jaw fell closer to the floor.

“Brothers with Strawhat Luffy? Yes.” He replied with a nod.

You sank down the wall and as your breath caught in your chest from the news you had just received. Sabo put his other hand around your waist to keep you from sliding to the ground. He smiled at you then looked down the hallway to where earlier, you had been gazing at the socializing plaza.

“I saw you. That group of people you were watching out there, they were all brought together by my brother. That’s what he does. He may be a pirate, but he helps people and brings them together to make the world better. He’s going to be King of the Pirates and the World Government isn’t going to be able to stop him… or I’ll be the first to stand in their way and I won’t be the only one, but I won’t let anyone take his dreams from him.” He responded, returning his gaze to meet yours. 

His gloved fingers tightened on your waist. A small breath escaped your lips as you stared at Sabo. There was so much love in his eyes. Love and determination, like what you had seen from Ace and Luffy that day at Marineford. Before your father had… Your eyes started to water as you looked at Sabo’s kind features. He let go of your wrists, allowing your hands to fall to your side. You reached for Sabo’s shirt, gripping it tightly between your fingers. A gasp escaped his lips as he looked on at your eyes filling with tears. You shook your head as tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“Sabo, I didn’t agree with it. I didn’t want Ace to be executed. I still can't believe it… He was such a nice guy. Hell, he convinced me to keep being a marine when I was over my fathers justice tirades. He thought I should go after my dreams if it was what my heart longed to do.” You yelled, looking at eyes glistening wet with tears.

“What?” Sabo asked, gasping as he took a step back from you and the wall.

“In my early days of being a marine, I had a night off and went to a bar to cool off. I was frustrated with my fathers expectations. I sat next to a guy at the bar who noticed how upset I was. He listened to me and told me to go after my dreams. Little did I know until I saw him again atl Marineford… that day it was Ace, the FireFist himself… just in a crappy disguise. A pirate telling a marine to keep being a marine, just because it’s what she longed to do. That’s not someone who deserves to die because of who their parents were.” 

You looked down at your hands on his chest. You could feel how chiseled his chest was through his shirt. You slowly let go as you started to realize you were enjoying being this close to Sabo, you liked the feeling of his hand on your waist. He was your enemy, a sworn enemy of the World Government, a sworn enemy of what you believed in. Yet, here you were having a meaningful conversation with him and enjoying his touch.

“That’s Ace for you. Luffy’s just like him… Never give up on your dream, Y/N. If you ran the World Government I know the world would be in better hands. Keep making your way. Understand, knowing that though, I can’t stop living my dream either. Even if it opposes yours. I have to keep fighting for a world not ruled over by Celestial Dragons.” 

He took a step closer to you and wiped your cheeks. His calloused fingers felt comforting against your soft water covered cheek. Fireworks shot through your body as he moved his hand from your cheek back to your waist. You straightened up against the wall and pulled him closer to you. Your eyes met his as you nodded in understanding about what he had just said. 

“You never answered my question about the weapons…?” Sabo prodded as he slid a hand up your torso.

You laughed. Your stomach filled with butterflies as you stared into his dark caring eyes. He, an enemy, just wanted you to pursue your passion, and he thought you’d make the world better for doing it. He was so handsome standing before you, so commanding in his white blouse and jacket. His typical expression, full of determination and rage, but in other moments, you could see the softness he was showing you now. You bit your lip as you began to notice his lips inches from yours. You took a deep breath as you let the warmth of his touch envelop you with courage. 

“Guess you’ll have to search me.” You replied, raising your eyebrows.

His lips raised to a smirk. Sabo nodded his head and sighed. 

“As you wish, Vice admiral. I tried to offer you the easy way, but you’ve chosen the hard way.”

Sabo’s hands roamed their way from your waist to the base of your plump breasts. Your head leaned back to hit the wall at the feeling of his caress. He squeezed and began to play with your covered breasts. His lips fell to your neck where he placed wet kisses and took small nibbles until he reached your collarbone. A moan escaped your lips causing your hands to fall from his chest to the wall behind you. He continued to study your breast with one hand while the other circled your aroused nipple that poked through your shirt and bra. You let your legs spread and lifted one hand to run through his hair as he nibbled at your cleavage. 

Your right breast continued to be played with as his other hand traced down your torso and waist to your thighs. At your thighs his hand rubbed up and down your skirt a few times, stopping as he lifted his head from your chest to look you in the eye. You nodded at him as his hand played with the hem of your skirt. His hand rubbed up your thigh until it found your core. Your hands fell back against the wall as his hand traced your wet core through your panties. 

“So wet for me already… A wanted man is making you this wet… who knew the vice admiral could be such a rule breaker.”

“Did you find what you were looking for..?”

“Not yet, I’m going to have to do a more thorough search.”

You grabbed Sabo’s wrist to stop him from moving further. You bit your lip and raised your chin to look him in the eye. 

“Come with me.”

Sabo nodded back at you, allowing you to take his hand and lead him from the empty hallway. You turned a few corners, stopping to look for other marines before you did, finally stopping in front of a doorway. You rummaged through your pocket and pulled out a key. You opened the door and flipped on the light inside the room. The light revealed inside the room sat a desk with some paperwork and a picture frame on it, a desk chair, a bar cart, and a few pieces of artwork. The art on the wall mostly quotes about justice. You entered the room and sat on the desk, crossing your legs as you did.  Sabo stopped in the doorway and looked around.

“What is this?”

“My dad’s office.” You said, blinking your eyes at him. “Not his main one, just an auxiliary one. Just remember, we aren’t friends and don’t thank me for it next time. I’m a vice admiral, Sabo. So next time… I’m turning you in. I’ll train, so I’m strong enough. You’ll be my ticket to admiral.” You said with a smirk.

Sabo stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

“And this time..?

  You shoved some papers off the desk onto the floor and rested your hands on your crossed legs. Sabo rested his top hat on the bar cart and stared at you.

“This time? You can show me what being a Revolutionary means.”

“I like the sound of that. Now where were we? I think I was still searching for weapons and communication devices.”

Sabo approached the desk. You leaned back, relaxing on your hands which rested flat on the desk surface, supporting your weight. Sabo’s gloved hand caressed your knee and pulled your legs apart, spreading them wide. He stepped between your legs, his lips slamming against yours as his hand inched its what up your legs to grip your thighs. His tongue tickled at your bottom lip waiting to be let inside. Your lips parted slowly, letting him in and  allowing his tongue to take over yours. Your breathing grew heavy as you reached for his neck, pulling him deeper into your embrace. His pelvis rubbed against your still clothed core causing his pants to grow tighter against you. Your hand fell from his neck to his waist where you felt at his hardening member through the fabric of his pants. 

Your lips separated from his, allowing you a moment to breathe. Sabo’s lips trailed down your neck as one of his gloved hands slithered up to your heated core. A finger pulled your panties aside and began tracing your wet folds. You moaned as his fingers slid upwards and began circling your clit. His other hand roamed its way to your entrance and teased at your folds. Lost in the sensation of his fingers, you were caught off guard as his teeth dug into your shoulder.

“Sabo.” You moaned in his ear from the mixed sensations from his body parts.

“Do you want a criminal to finger you, marine?”

You nodded against his shoulder.

“Fuck me, Chief of Staff Sabo.”

“Never knew a marine to beg like this, but I like it.”

Sabo pressed his lips back to yours and ran his fingers through your hair. He bit at your  lip causing you to moan louder against his kiss. You moved your hands down his chest to his waist, where you started to unbuckle his belt. His hands met yours and forced them to wrap around his neck.

“Not yet. Have to search you first.” He said with a smirk before pulling at your clothes.

Sabo pushed off your coat and lifted at the hem of your top. Once your top was removed all that remained was your purple bra. A smile formed across his lips as he admired it for a moment before his lips established connection with yours again. Calloused fingers danced on your back until they found and undid your bra clasp. He pulled your bra off you in one swift motion. His tongue fought yours for power as he began playing with you exposed sensitive nipples. You moaned against his wet lips causing him to laugh against yours. Kisses began trailing down your chest until they found your nipples, where Sabo began taking small nibbles. As the tingle in your abdomen began to grow, Sabo’s still gloved hands trailed down your waist back to your exposed thighs.

In another smooth motion, Sabo lifted you from the desk and pulled your skirt and panties off. His lips still pressed to yours, as he returned you to the desk. He began rubbing his thumb in circles higher and higher up your bare thighs. His hands froze just before your core. You moaned with desire pulling out of the kiss to rest your head against his cheek and catch your breath. Sabo stood up tall and admired the view before him.

“I wouldn’t have guessed that’s what you were hiding under there.” 

“Well, what are you going to do about it? Such a high bounty, you have to be good for something.” You said with a chuckle as you bit your lip. 

Sabo’s gloved fingers moved up your thighs and slowly traced your entrance. You needed him. Your hips bucked towards his at the start of the new sensation. You moaned as a second hand began drawing shapes over your clit. You leaned back on your elbows against the desk. Your breathing grew heavier and more rapid.

“Sabo.” You moaned.

His gloved middle and ring fingers moved between your folds and pushed inside you. You moaned at the feeling of the cool leather and new thickness inside you. His fingers steadily pumped in and out of you, while his other hand began tapping and rubbing at your clit. Your hips bucked furiously against him as your craving for his fingers to stay inside you grew.  He chuckled and brought his lips back to yours. This time your kiss was sloppy as drool began dripping from your lips as he finally began giving attention to your sensitive spot. You loved his fingers, especially with his gloves still on, but you couldn’t help but wonder what was under his trousers. As his lips easily overpowered you, Sabo began switching between tapping and holding pressure on your sensitive spot with his gloved fingers. Sabo’s left hand slowed its motions against your clit as his other hand played with your sensitive spot. You moaned against his lips as the heat built in your abdomen.

“Sabo, going to cum.”

With that Sabo removed his fingers from your folds and removed his lips from yours. You whined at the loss of thickness within your walls. He deviously looked at you and brought his gloved fingers to your lips. 

“Sabo, need you.” You begged, hips bucking towards him and hands grabbing at his waist.

“Look at the mess you made. Better clean it up.” He instructed as he pushed his fingers into your mouth.

You licked and sucked on his gloved fingers, swallowing every last drop of your wetness. When he was satisfied he removed his digits from your lips and began unzipping his trousers.

“Now, I have somewhere to be, so we have to make this quick. You were so tight against my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you clench against me. Are you ready?” He asked as he dropped his pants and briefs to his ankles. 

You licked your lips as his hard member flung out and hit your throbbing core. He was big, and you questioned whether you could take all of him. You sat up and reached for his member, pumping it a few times. He grunted as you moved it up and down your wet folds. He repositioned as you played with his length at your entrance and grabbed your thighs with his gloved hands.

“Put your hands on my shoulders. You, marine, need to learn what your enemy is capable of.” 

You nodded in response. Sabo took his member from your grasp and as he did, you placed your hands on his shoulders. Slowly, he began pressing his pink tip against your entrance. You clenched your jaw as the girth of his member was a bit painful as it entered you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You wanted this, so you smiled through it. Sabo stopped and looked at you, having noticed your breathing had changed.

“Can’t handle me, Y/N? Want me to stop?” He asked.

“No, Sabo. Need you.” You said as your eyes fluttered open and you pulled his lips against yours.

Sabo gently pushed his length in further. He stopped your kiss as your walls began to clench around him. He grinned as his length began to twitch inside you. Once your walls had relaxed some, he started to move his length in and out of you. His pace was moderate at first. You saw passion build in his eyes. He pulled your hips closer to his, forcing you to lie back some. His hips began to buck furiously against you causing his length to hit your cervix and the desk to shake. His balls slapped against your pelvis and perineum.

“Sabo” You called as your eyes widened.

Your head fell back in pleasure as he slammed against your cervix again, causing a picture to fall off the desk. Your hands moved to grip the edge of the desk for dear life, as the heat in your core built again. Your eyes started to water at the mix of pleasure and pain from Sabo’s pace combined with his deepness.

“Can you handle this?”

“Yes! Sabo!”

Sabo continued thrusting into you. Your breasts jiggled in his face, when he was at his deepest point within you. You moaned with every entrance, your eyes starting to water. Your thighs tried to clench around his arms, but he fought you, continuing to rail you deeper and deeper with his long thick dick. Your walls clenched harder around him.  Your hips fought his hand trying to buck against him for more friction on your clit.

“Sabo, going to cum.” You cooed through gritted teeth as he railed you faster.

“Me too. Going to finish in you and let it pour out onto this desk.” 

Sabo slammed into you twice more, as he did a tear rolled down your cheek.

“SABO.” You moaned loudly as you felt the heat in your abdomen burst.

Your juices dripped out of your entrance and down your thighs. He pounded you through your ecstasy. As you came down from yours, you felt a warmth explode inside you. His length twitched and he dropped your thighs to grab the desk, for support as he rode out his ecstasy inside you. The two of you panted, still intertwined. Steadily he removed his length from you allowing both your juices to drip from within you and pool on the desk. 

Sabo reached for a towel from the bar cart and wiped himself off, tossing a fresh one to you when he was done. You sat up and wiped yourself down, then reached to clean up the desk. You paused and looked up at him.

“I’m going to leave the mess, I want my father to know someone was here. I want him to know someone was ravaged on his desk.”

“Not, so innocent yourself, aye, Vice Admiral?” Sabo questioned as he zipped his pants and placed his top hat back on his head.

You crossed your legs and stared at him as he adjusted his coat. He was handsome for a criminal and he sure knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing a woman. That still didn’t tell you why he was here. He certainly had not come all this way to fuck you in your dad’s office.

“What are you doing here, Sabo? This was a fun detour, but you know I can’t let you go again.” You said as you stood up from the desk shakily.

“Why do you think I fucked you, so hard?” He said with a devious smile. 

You reached for the desk drawer knowing your father usually left a back up transponder snail inside. Sabo pinned you back onto the desk and threw the drawer open. He found the snail and put it in his pocket. Before removing himself from you, he smirked as he once again admired your still naked form.

“Shame I don’t have time for a second round, Y/N. The first was fun, but I really must be going. Until next time.” Sabo said as he slammed his lips against yours once more and squeezed your breasts in his gloved hands.

Sabo removed himself from you and ran out the door. You sat up and groaned. 

“My goodness, am I going to let that man get to me like that everytime?” You thought to yourself.

You stood up and put your clothes back on. Once you were dressed you turned off the lights, exited the door, and locked the room behind you.

“He said he wasn’t here to wreck the Reverie, but what could he be here for..? Well, he did take care of me, I think that warrants the head start I just gave him.” You whispered to yourself.

You took off in the direction of your weapon. Once you had your weapon in hand, you headed for the other side of the floor to find a transponder snail you could use to report the intruder. 

“Better start coming up with a cover story now… He was too fast for me? He pleased me into submission? He overpowered me and took my transponder snails? That’s it. Not too far from the truth, there may just have been a little detour.” You thought to yourself as you ran.

[shanksbaby]

Kuzan x reader - Kidnapping

do you want a part two? please let me know!

When you had read in the newspaper that two pirates from Blackbeard's crew had broken into Whole Cake Island and kidnapped Pudding, one of Big Mom's daughters, you had simply sighed and shook your head. This was not the first time pirates had kidnapped anyone, much less abducted any other pirates.

You had read that the girl was only sixteen years old, and even though she was also automatically a pirate, you couldn't help but feel a veil of sadness toward her. She was still a young girl, lonely and scared for sure of those pirates…You knew that the pirates in Yonko's crew were particularly cruel, and you knew that there were two captains in his fleet who had no problem raping a woman.

But honestly that was it, you didn't bother to investigate further, as much as you were sorry it was still something related to Big Mom and and Blackbeard's pirates, not something related to you. So you spent your day quietly, not thinking about the news you read.

Until one of your fellow marines approaches you quietly as if he doesn't want to further upset you with an expression of pity toward you (now that you think about it, many marines have looked at you that way while whispering to each other) and says, "You know, I wanted to tell you that I was sorry…I read…Well everyone at the base read what happened at Whole Cake Island."

You look at him confused, wondering why he had told you this… What did you have to do with the kidnapping of that little girl? Of course you were sorry, but it wasn't something that destroyed you, it simply caused you a hint of sadness but that's all . The Marine further explains what he meant "I know what it's like to find out that your loved one turns out to be a different person than you thought."

"Huh?" you say being even more confused.

"Come on, don't pretend that's not true. We all know about our former admiral and your former boyfriend Kuzan and that girl" he says looking at you with an even more pity expression. He probabily thinks that you are trying to deny the realty.

"Kuzan? What the fuck Kuzan have to do the kidnapping of Pudding?" you say irritated, both because that marine was assuming that the man you were having an affair with and still loved was dealing with a kidnapping and because of his expression of pity. He almost looked like he was a bit condescending, as he is treating like a child.

"Y\N..." he says, changing expression after realizing you have no idea " I suppose you didn't read the communicate of the superiors... We have been reported that the Whole Cake Island has been frozen..."

you didn't need him to continue to understand everything….It was Kuzan who kidnapped the girl then, together with another member of Blackbeard's crew, your ex is the only one who has that level of power and above all had a devil fruit capable of freezing everything

"We all know that he is the only one....Honestly there are been reports of him joining Blackbeard, but we didn't believe them...And we didn't tell you because we tought it was useless since they were fake...But we are mistaken...I guess" he says sheepishly

…But why he joined blackbeard?You ask yourself while looking at the marine, but not saying anything. Why join a pirate like him? Did you know that Kuzan didn't hate pirates like Sakazuki, but joining a person like that Yonko? You could understand Shanks if he liked having more freedom…hell even Luffy…But Blackbeard? That man was so evil. How could he have the guts to kidnap a sixteen years old girl?

But you know there must be a reason…And you wanted to find out. On the other hand you knew Kuzan better than anyone else, you knew that he wasn't a bad person… You also know it from the words that Smoker told you that he pronounced "I am still me"..

At least you hope he had a good reason. There is a part of your brain that wonders, what if he became really evil? what if he has his own agenda and he doesn't care more about other's lives….what if he doesn't care more about you?

He had left you when he left the Navy, he had told you that he couldn't be by your side anymore, that he needed to be alone, that he needed to be away from all of that. In your heart, you knew he loved you when he said those words. but now? Now you're not sure anymore.

And that's exactly why you needed answers. You needed to meet him, no matter what. You then take your leave of the marine, thanking him and reassuring him that you were ok and making a plan in mind to have a face to face meeting with Kuzan.

[north-blue-hearts]

Family Practice

CisFem Reader x Trafalgar Law

CW: sex, language, violence

Summary: Modern Mafia-coded AU starts in last semester of College

An alternative story of Family Ties. (alternative Tumblr link here)

This is NOT a Prelude to Family Ties, but it's set in the same world with the same background for the reader. Story begins while she's in college.

I recommend reading Family Ties before this, only because there's a lot of spoilers for that in this story right from the beginning. But the titles can also be enjoyed separately, so if you're not a fan of Doflamingo-centric stories, don't feel like you have to pass this one by =)

If you don't want to wait for updates here, check it out on Ao3

Chapter 1: Linguistically

College life was a change in pace from what you were used to. It was calmer, quieter, far more peaceful, and honestly safer than your usual routine. Well, safer in that you weren’t fighting for money, or parkouring through the back alleys of Grandline City. And those activities were safer than life had been around your biological father.

But that was to be expected. When you were six years old your father – Captain Sakazuki Akainu – shot your mother dead at the Moim. The Moim is conference gathering of the top businesses in the land, almost all of which had underworld connections, and your father had attempted to raid it because of his dedication to the ideal of “Absolute Justice”. Someone had taken your mother hostage and he had handled the issue with cold efficiency.

You survived, thanks to a then teenage Marco and his twin brother Thatch. Thatch had rushed after your father as a distraction and Macro had scooped you up and disappeared into the crowd. After that, their father, Edward Newgate, had taken you in and raised you. You weren’t legally related to him, but he’s kept you sheltered, and protected as you’ve grown into your own.

Edward Newgate, and his dozen or so adopted boys, were at the center of the Newgate Family. A mostly local mafia family in Grandline Metro that had its hands in a dozen or so different things. You didn’t know all the details, but you weren’t completely ignorant of it. You might call him Pops like the boys do, but you’re not legitimately a part of the crew – though you likely could be if you wished it.

Coming to college was part of an agreement with the old man. He wanted you to be able to pursue whatever you were interested in, without worrying about it being a gain or loss for the Family. If you decided to join officially after you graduated, then he wouldn’t argue against it. If you decided to move out on your own, he’d make sure you were on your feet and things would go from there, and that didn’t mean you’d have to cut ties with Pops and the boys.

Family was family, no matter what shape it took. Unless you stepped away intentionally, or did something unforgivable, they’d all have your back, one way or another.

Admittedly, the hardest part of adjusting to college was being on your own so completely. You did things by yourself a lot, even as you were growing up, but you had been backed up by the boys in some way ever since Marco and Thatch had saved you. Sure, you could probably swing the Newgate name around at college, even at one outside Grandline City like this was, and find it offered you some protection. The plan was to try and exist without that, to try and sort out who you were as yourself, not as the tangential only “daughter” of Edward Newgate.

Part of that meant that when you noticed there were a dozen Charlotte children on campus with you, you did your best to ignore them. Since you weren’t ever officially introduced during any of the Newgate parties, none of the kids should recognize you, and you were okay with that. More than okay with it, if you were being honest.

Charlotte Lin-Lin, aka Big Mom, was on par with Pops in terms of power, though she was based in another city. She had 85 kids, and counting as far as you knew, despite her age, and that was impressive since it was 85 more kids than you ever expected to have. Granted, a good chunk of those 85 kids were born six or ten at a time, which was another feat of human creation that you never wanted to experience.

Lin-Lin liked to use her kids to forge marriage ties with friends and rivals alike. Considering the Charlotte Family was just as much an underground organization as an actual blood family, the process of forging bonds with business partners could be deadly. People who turned down invitations and “requests” would often find themselves with little worries in the afterlife.

Aside from the whole being in the afterlife part.

You walk into the library, looking for a quiet corner you can study in when you notice some of the girls from your English class, specifically, Charlotte Nutmeg and her friends. They’re pointing and whispering and giggling about someone sitting off in a study desk by themselves. They don’t look or sound like they’re planning on being mean, but there’s something about the way they’re talking that makes you take note. It’s almost like they’re fishing for Nutmeg’s Mrs. Degree.

(A/N - A “Mrs. Degree” or “Mr. Degree” is someone who goes to college with no intent to get their own degree, but rather to find someone who is going for a lucrative degree and starting a relationship with them.)

Pops made sure you were aware of as many of the mafia families as he could before he sent you off to college on your own. The agreement was to keep your head down, but you were who you were, and if you were going to get into trouble, he wanted you to be aware of how deep it could go. You had no intention of facing anyone from Big Mom’s family head on, but you knew that the kids were often betrothed based on their mother’s whims.

The few that married on their own, only got away with it because they managed to find useful partners that Big Mom would approve of. That process of finding someone on their own, however, couldn’t result in any waves, so the Charlotte kids had a strict code. No messing with someone already taken, and no getting involved in unnecessary drama. If things went sideways and Mama caught wind of things too soon, then it would all be for naught – they’d be betrothed before the next sunrise.

That made helping whatever poor sap they had in their sights relatively easy. So long as you could get him to play along fast enough.

You visibly perked up as you moved toward the young dark-haired man that the girls were giggling over and called out to him. He had a vibe similar to a high school friend of yours named Roronoa Zoro, so you pretended that’s who you were greeting.

“Hey, thanks for waiting,” you said as you approached. You were sitting down across from a very grumpy looking dark-haired young man who had some impressively dark circles under his eyes, and before he could say or do anything you continued a little more quietly. “Play along.”

You gave him your best disarming smile, leaving your books on the seat next to you so there wasn’t an accidental barrier between the two of you. The point was to convince Nutmeg and her gaggle of “profilers” that the two of you knew each other well. His eyes narrowed at you, and then he looked around without moving his head and closed his eyes, a flash of irritation crossing his face that even you barely caught despite sitting in front of him.

“You’re welcome.” He answers you evenly. He’s not speaking too loudly, but he’s at least got the sense to not look overtly irritated. You notice his hands are covered in tattoos, and his books are mostly medical subjects. If it wasn’t for the deep exhaustion sinking into him, you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t have been fast enough to help him before he would’ve just gotten up and walked away.

Lucky for him he’s tired.

You open your phone and type into an empty text message. “I got those tickets, so we should be good to go for this weekend.” You say happily, holding the phone up for him to read it. “I tried to get some good seats; I know how important a good perspective is.” You’re doing your best to look like a long-time comfortable-around-him girlfriend, and not some wacko stranger. Which is a little challenging since you feel a bit like a wacko stranger.

Thanks to Luffy and Ace being friendly with everyone and anyone, you have a decent amount of practice in being comfortable around random people. Luffy never met someone who wasn’t a friend, and Ace tended to buy appetizers and booze for people when he went out. The two had even made a few friends with their fists. You still weren’t sure how broken noses and split lips could lead to being besties with someone, but you’d seen it happen at least three times between the two of them.

Text: Charlotte Nutmeg has you in her sights, and her family is dangerously pushy about marriage. Unless you *want* to be someone’s Mrs. Degree, in which case I can leave and wish you well with your prize.

“Oh, those are good seats, good job.” He replies, and even manages to flash you a smile.

You suppress the urge to snap a picture of him, even though you’re quite sure that smile is rarer than a blue moon. You’re trying to help the guy, not piss him off.

“Aww, it’s always nice to have one’s efforts appreciated.” You beam, giving your own best smile. You catch them leaving out of the corner of your eye and set your books down on the table and let out a breath, sinking into the chair. “Gods, sorry about that. Er, I mean, not sorry for it, but sorry I had to bug you.”

“I appreciate it.” He says flatly. “What did you mean by dangerously pushy?”

“Ah, the Charlotte family is notorious for arranged marriages. Their matriarch is terrifying, and she’s strong-armed a lot of marriages for her own benefit. Some of her kids will set their sights on successful people of their choosing and try to avoid having mommy dearest set them up.” You explain, opting to omit the whole Mafia Family detail, since you have no idea how this guy would react to it. The underworld was extensive, but the number of people who knew about it outside of the marines was small.

“… I’m hardly successful. I’m still in college.”

“Yuh-huh. Wow me some more with your humility there, Pre-Med.” You teased, nodding your chin toward his stack of books. You extend your hand, “(F/N)(L/N), linguistics major, Grandline City, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Pre-Med.”

He accepts your hand and shakes it once. “Trafalgar Law,” he says. “I’m not pre-med, I’m a graduate student. I was just re-reading my old notes.” He said, tilting the book up to show you all the notes and highlights that were in the book despite there being no such supplies around him.

“With that level of dedication, I feel like I should just start calling you Doc now.” You admit with a smile.

“… I’d rather you wait until I earn it,” he answered shortly, irritation finally showing up on his features. “Not that I expect to see you after today.”

“Aw, c’mon, accidental friends are the best.” You say with a smile. “Besides, we can help each other out.”

“Are you being hounded by a Charlotte family son?” He raises an eyebrow, like he already knows the answer.

You snort a laugh. “Maybe if they knew who my dad was, but no. No, I mean I’m majoring in Linguistics and you’re studying your pre-med notes. I can quiz you on terminology. You get some practice, and I get to geek out over root words and if I’m really lucky some syntax.” You lean against the desk and wiggle your eyebrows in a mix of mock, and honest, excitement. “Besides, I bet you could use a everyone-assumes-I’m-the-girlfriend-friend.”

“What makes you say that?” He doesn’t even look at you as he asks, picking up his drink.

You give him a flat look. “The continued humility’s cute, I’ll give you that, but you’re hot.” He chokes on his coffee, just barely managing to keep the sputtering inside the cup. “I imagine you get asked out at least once a week. More than that at the start of a new semester, until word gets around with the new freshmen that you’re just. Not. Interested.” You punctuate the last few words, feigning an expression of appropriate long-suffering.

Law sets his cup down and pinches the bridge of his nose. You can see his ears going pink, but you think better of teasing him for that, you’ll rib this guy into oblivion if you push much more. “That’s quite the accurate assumption.” He admits with a sigh. “Alright, (L/N)-ya, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” You say with a grin.

He grunts, though there’s a sort of positive sound to it, and mutters mostly to himself.

“She goes around saving people random headaches, peers into their pasts, compliments them, and watches really old movies,” Law looks up from his notes. “I’ll give you credit on being multi-faceted, at least.”

“Says the guy who knows it was from a ‘really old movie’. Full disclosure, I don’t actually like that movie, Pops loves that it, and I’ve probably seen it a dozen times against my will.” You admit.

“Pops?”

“Mm, now there’s a story for another time, Dah-erm-Law.” You say with a smile. “A girl needs a slight air of mystery or things are no fun.” You motion for the book he has open. “I was serious earlier, let me quiz you. Oh! Or you could teach it to me, they say a good way to study is to teach the material to someone. Makes it stick.”

“Let’s start with you quizzing me,” he replies, handing over the book.

[quinloki]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 23: Family Ties

The limo pulled up to the empty lot. There had been a building here, but after the damages it sustained from two mafia families tearing through it, it had been torn down. You stepped out of the back of the limo, the gravel of missed debris from the recent demolition crunching underneath your boots.

Donquixote Doflamingo, Edward Newgate, and Trafalgar Law exited the limo after you. The weather was getting colder, but winter wasn't quite here yet. It'd been some weeks since everything had happened, and your life was finding a new rhythm.

You were now officially (Y/N) Newgate, only daughter to Edward Newgate, CEO of Grandline Automotive, Inc.

Monet, Vergo, Diamante, Marco and Thatch had perfected a turn around story for you while you were recovering, and once you were ready it had been practiced to perfection and released to the world. It sounded absolutely asinine to you from the beginning, but the media and the world had eaten it up, and Monet and the Family's network had fabricated undeniable proof to go along with it.

The short version was simple enough: You were Newgate's daughter from the start. Your then-pregnant mother - meant to become Pops' wife - had been kidnapped from the Newgate estate by Sakazuki, who was so desperately attracted to her he had done something unforgivable. Afterward you were raised by your deranged false-father until the tragedy at the Moim. It seemed most of the world thought the Moim was a convention for businesses, and that maybe only one or two had criminal connections – so admitting everything happened there wasn't going to ruin your, or Pops', public images.

Unwittingly your true blood-father saved you from being ruthlessly murdered by Sakazuki and raised you without knowing you were his daughter for the last two decades.

It was all complete hogwash, but the public and the media had eaten it up. Pops had been a father to you for so long that it was natural to act like father and daughter, and the interviews had gone as smooth as silk. The bonus from it all was that you were now legally his daughter and never had to speak of your biological father again. Pops had always made a better father anyway.

The Marines had lost face in the fallout from it all, and to add salt to the wounds, the allegations of Edward Newgate being head of a criminal organization had been shown to be false. The origin of his underworld ties had come from Sakazuki's office, and once his integrity had come into question, everything under his control had been crumbling. His absolute justice had rotted the foundation beneath him so epically that they World Government had released a statement denouncing the philosophy entirely.

"You okay, (Y/N)-ya?" Law questions as you looked around the lot.

You nod. "I remember coming here," your voice is barely a whisper. "I woke up half-way through the drive, I think." You rub your arms absently. "I got tasered for kicking up a fuss."

You step forward, putting a hand out to a wall that wasn't there anymore as memories slowly start coming back to you. Flashes of memories fill your head, pieces of the hours spent here before everyone had descended upon the safe house. Your father had already started the process of trying to break you, but you couldn't bring yourself to put it to words.

You survived it, the people around you didn't need to hear the terrible details.

Doflamingo's hand slips over yours and you realize you're trembling. He pulls you into an embrace and holds you quietly while you just shake your head, trying not to cry.

"You had signs of layered bruising," Law says after a moment. "I found at least six sets of taser burns, maybe more, but it was hard to tell from all the other wounds. Your face was swollen, and your lips were split in multiple places. The inside of your mouth was shredded from the force of the blows to your face pushing against your teeth. You had stress and hairline fractures on twenty-seven bones. Two toes were broken, and you had several dislocations in your fingers and one shoulder."

You're trembling stills, and you squeeze Doflamingo before taking a step back.

"We might not know what happened, but we saw the end result." Law explains. "You don't have to verbalize anything you don't want to, (Y/N)-ya, I just want you to know you're not going to spare anyone here. We already know."

After a few moments you started speaking. "He told me I'd been out for days, that we were thousands of miles away from any help and no one would find me. He told me to call him father. That... that was how it started. How it ended too, I never said it."

You walk around to where the back of the building had been and look into the woods beyond. You take a step but stop after a moment and stay out of the trees. You're quiet for a long time as the memories of the night play through your mind.

The details didn't matter anymore, you survived.

"I didn't know where we were when he dragged me into those woods. It didn't matter. He fell in the dark and landed bad. I got dragged down with him, but I didn't hit anything solid. He was disoriented, but I couldn't know for how long. Instead of running, I ended things.

"I was weak, but by the time he caught up with what was happening it was too late. I made sure I felt his heart stop, I didn't want to see his face looming over me ever again." You turn your back to the woods and face the three of them. "My only fear was that I'd die in those woods and none of you would know, and it hurt. It hurt to think that..."

You hold a hand out and cover your eyes with your other hand, sniffling and taking a moment to steady your voice. If anyone touches you right now, you'll lose control and won't be able to say what you want to. "Thank you, all of you, for coming out here for me."

"Oh, lass." Pops' big arms wrap around you. He's been leaning into his fatherly role lately, and it was obvious the old man was delighted for it to be official. "That's how family works."

"She's not his family yet," Law grumbles, jerking a thumb toward Doflamingo.

"She's not your family at all." Your boyfriend shoots back.

You and Law laugh at the same time, and even Pops' starts chuckling. "Let me tell him, let me!" You manage to gasp before anyone can say anything.

The look on Doflamingo's face was not amused at all, "If he's your brother -."

You put your hands up and shake your head. "No, n-... er... well, yeah, I guess legally we are now."

"You're my aunt, technically." Law corrects.

"Ah, right! Pops' had a son, and he married Law's mom and ta-da," you gesture to Law.

"Your last name isn't-." Doflamingo starts, but stops, realizing he might be wandering into uncomfortable territory.

"Newgate was a heavy name, and my son had no interest in the family business." Pops explains easily, still hugging you lightly as he speaks. "He changed his name when he was 16, and then took his wife's name when they married."

"I grew up knowing about Grandpa, but it wasn't until college when I met (Y/N) that I ended up coming to Grandline city to visit and met him face to face." Law explains further. "After that I decided to open my clinic here."

Doflamingo's expression was neutral, but you could tell he wasn't terribly thrilled about the revelation. You pat his arm reassuringly and smile. "It's cold, let's go back."

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A month after your walk around the lot with Doflamingo, Law and Pops, you were putting the finishing touches on your Christmas outfit. You'd moved in with Doflamingo and were adjusting to your new life. You were even willing to consider quitting your jobs and becoming an official member of The Family, but you'd requested to have until after the holidays to make that decision.

Changing your routine in the middle of what would probably be a string of happy celebrations, between your adoption to Newgate and the survival the last year's insanity, seemed like a little too much to do all at once.

There was a soft knock at the door, "Come in!" You call out, slipping your heels on and turning toward the door.

Doflamingo steps inside, a crisp white suit with a Christmas red tie, and blood-red almost black shoes. A color reversal of your own Christmas red dress with white accents. He did like to show you off while also showing that you were his - matching without matching exactly. You twirl for him before he could ask and smile.

"Are you ready to go, my love?" He questions a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Mm, I am. We have some time still, don't we?" You step closer, letting him hug you loosely.

"We do, but I have something to show you before we head out. Will you indulge me?"

"Much as I can, I shall." You reply as he kisses your forehead gently before leading you out of the room.

The Donquixote Family estate was done up in tasteful Christmas decorations, and had been for the last couple of weeks. A surprising number of family members enjoyed the holiday, and you'd seen Monet and Vergo wearing Christmas hats since November. Sugar and Dellinger were obvious fans, and Machvise was baking so much you were worried the local flour prices would spike because of it. Gladius was another surprise when it came to Christmas, you'd caught him with bits of tape and wrapping paper stuck to him and had eventually helped him wrap a ton of gifts. He didn't quite have the talent for it.

Doflamingo took his jacket off and put it around your shoulders before leading you out into the back garden, to the well-cared for Wisteria tree. There were no blooms, but lights had been threaded artfully through the branches and vines, and paper-blooms decorated it, creating a convincing illusion that they tree itself was still full of life. You remembered the first time you came to this tree, after having spoken with Monet, and it had quickly become one of your favorite places in the estate. Even without the blooms, there was just something calming about being near the tree.

There was a quiet moment as the two of you enjoyed the peace of the area.

"It's beautiful." You murmur.

"It's the first year we've tried something like this, I'm glad you like it." He replies. His glasses were tucked into the front pocket of his shirt, and he was smiling down at you.

"You all did this for me?" You question, caught a bit off-guard.

"It was a family effort," He assures you as you turn back toward the beauty of the tree, appreciating the effort a little more than you had earlier.

"But this," He states quietly, and you turn toward him in time to see him kneel next to you. "Is entirely for my benefit."

The small box comes from his pocket and your heart skips a beat.

"You needn't become a member of The Family," He explains, "but I would love for you to become a member of my family. To stand beside me as an equal in this life. To lean on me and allow me to lean on you, as we already have in the past. (Y/N), I love you in ways I didn't even know existed, will you marry me?"

Your hands are up to your face, and you nod silently, trying your best to not cry just before going over to your father's place for the party.

A mischievous smile curls his lips, and he reaches out for your hand. "Let me hear you say it, my love."

"Yes!" You gasp, stepping forward and hugging him. "I'll marry you, Trouble!" It's a little unfair how easy it is to hug him even while he's on a knee like this. You lean back and he slips the ring on your finger, kissing the top of your hand before pulling you into a proper kiss.

Leaning back, you kiss him one more time before smiling into his eyes and running your fingers through his hair. "You might not survive this party," you muse.

"I've already spoken to your father," he replies.

"Mm, but I have five brothers now, and a protective nephew." You tease, causing him to roll his eyes. "My friends are going to be there too, and you'll be on your own."

"I have survived far worse than your friends and family, my love." He stands up, tilting your chin up and stealing another kiss. "And I won't be on my own – you said yes."

You feel the heat rush through you so swiftly that you aren't sure you need his jacket to keep warm. The party was going to feel terribly long, but there was more than just a flimsy promise of thanks, or a passionate desire of interest between you two.

You had family ties in this city now, in more ways than one.

~Fin

[thewildomega]

Akainu x Motherless Daughter Headcanons

@iamemmalindberg Ask:  Hello, I really enjoyed the headcanon with whitebeard and a pregnant omega and I just read you love angst. So I have a request for a headcanon with Akainu: The (vice) admiral's wife died during childbirth, but their daughter survived, how will he raise the child as a single parent?? Some context if I may include it - she is the sweetest and quite understanding with Akainu's job, but it hurts her that she is motherless and dad is hardly present. she cries easy, when "family" is brought up. Thanks

A/N: This proved to be more difficult than I intended but only because it hit me right in the feels. Thank you for the ask, hope you like it. 

Sakazuki would hang onto the last memory of his wife forever. Her face was flushed of color and her eyes weak as she looked up at him. Moving to stand beside her bed he swallowed thickly before crouching down to be close to her face as her lips started moving the slightest. 

“Saka... look isn’t she b..beautiful..” 

Seeing his dying wife smile so sweetly like she always did he blinked and forced his eyes down to the newborn babe currently laying on her chest. Their tiny daughter was sleeping peacfuly in her mother’s final moments. 

“Our perfect l..little g..girl. You’re going tttoooo be a... great dad Saka...” 

Looking away from the girl he instead moved his eyes to the window. “How am I supposed to be a father to the thing that killed the woman I love.”  Feeling something touch his jaw lightly he turned his face back to her, clenching his teeth when she stroked his cheek with her trembling fingers. 

“Oh Saka p..please don’t be like that... This isn’t her fault and you know that. If y..you must blame someone t..then blame me... I.. I wasn’t ssstrong enough...” 

Closing his eyes he shook his head. “Don’t. You are the strongest person I know Y/n.” Hearing the babe make a small noise and then her weak voice speaking to their daughter he felt the knot in his throat growing. 

“You and y..your daddy are going to b...be the per...fect little fa..family.”

 “It isn’t going to be a family without you.”

 “Sure it will... You and o..our little Sakura here and... and maybe someone else one...” 

“No. No I will never love another Y/n. You are my wife, forever.” Laying his forehead on hers he closed his eyes. 

“Saka m..my love I..I’m afraid I h..have to gooo now...”

Shaking his head he moved his hand to her hair and pet it like he did so often when they were alone. “No you can’t. I can’t do this on my own. I don’t know anything about being a parent.” 

“You’ve always been a quick learner. Besides she needs you... P..promise me Saka... promise you’ll t..take care of her. Be t..there for her...l..love her...for the both of u..us.” 

Nodding he lifted his head to look her in the eye. “I promise Y/n.” Seeing her smile at him with tears in her eyes he felt his own start to water as he watched her use her last strength to kiss their daughter’s head. 

“I love you... both of you...” 

“I love you.” he told her and saw her eyes lift back to his. Bending down to kiss her lips he pulled away and watched her eyes slowly close. Feeling tears roll from his eyes he heard their daughter start crying, her mother’s heartbeat no longer there to sooth her. Dropping his head to the bed beside hers he continued petting her hair with one hand while the other moved to the wailing babe. 

Loosing his wife was hard, being a single father was not something he was prepared to take on. 

At first he would not know where anything is, he hadn’t been there when his wife had placed everything up in the nursery, preparing for their child. 

He couldn’t tell you how many nights he sat in that rocking chair staring at the crib as she slept. 

Being on leave both for the birth of his daughter and grieving time for his wife he would work on getting a routine down. 

He must have lucked out because as it turned out his little flower was easy going. After the first few weeks she slept through the night and hardly ever fussed. 

Hiring a nanny once he started back work was a long process. No one seemed qualified in the beginning but he came to realized that no one was ever going to be what he really wanted, his wife. 

As the years passed his daughter grew and he tried to spend as much time with her as he could, tried to fulfill his promise to his wife but work was work. The navy was his life too. 

Sakazuki is a very strict person and that carries through to his home as well. His daughter has gotten used to it though and she understands perfectly well who her father is. 

She never bothers him to play with her, knowing full and well he doesn’t have time. 

When the nanny would tell him about his little girl drawing pictures of her mother, him and her all together or how she cries silently in her room whenever the word family is mentioned around her he would feel guilty but he wouldn’t show it. 

Most of her time is spent alone but when Sakazuki is home he makes it known that she can talk to him about anything. 

Although many people would think he is uncaring all the time that isn’t the case. He does love his daughter very much and it secretly hurts him when he realizes how much he isn’t there for her he pushes himself harder. She was already motherless he wouldn’t make her feel fatherless as well. 

Dinner time is their time and as long as he isn’t away he makes it his top priority to get there on time for them to share the meal and talk. 

He may not say much himself but he is a very good listener and takes everything his flower says in. He knows her likes and dislikes, her favorite color and animal. 

He also invites her to sit with him while he is pruning his bonsai trees, holding her in his lap and glancing down to see her small eyes watching him carefully. 

The vice admiral may not be the one to parade parenthood all around but you can best believe he keeps a picture of her and his wife on him at all times. 

In his office on his desk is the framed picture his flower drew of her family all together but everyone knows not to dare mention it. 

The man is very protective over what is the only family he has left. 

Once she starts school he keeps up with her grades, she will no doubt have the best grades in the school. The navy man already has his heart set on his child being the next marine prodigy. 

His mind often drifts to his wife, the woman that he loved so dearly and he wishes more than anything she was still here so their daughter wouldn’t have to be alone. 

He is lucky to have such an understanding child but he will always push himself to do better, to be better. 

Once she is old enough he will tell her everything about her mother, answer any of her questions. “Did you love her?” the quiet question stunned him for a moment. Lifting his eyes from his plate he looked into the identical eyes his wife had and took a deep breath. “Very much.”

[greeneyedsigma]

Thanks for your response now I am hooked with the idea so I give you another one! XD

(Akainu and fem Crocodile enters Kizaru's office to see the man reading a newspaper)

Akainu: Whatever you're hiding behind it, Vice Admiral stop hiding it.

Kizaru: I'm not hiding anything~

fem! Crocodile: Bitch you're holding yesterday's paper upside down!

(Kizaru slowly puts the paper down by half to show fem Marco crawling out from under the desk licking her already smudged dark purple lips)

Akainu: God-fucking dammit Borsalino!

Kizaru: Well you did ask for it~😏

fem!Crocodile: MARCO MY SISTER YOU VOYEUR MINX!!!

fem! Marco: As if you didn't go hooky with your own Vice Admiral in his own place yoi~😘 (flips her off)

Ah, Blow jobs under the desk; every one of Whitebeard’s daughters been caught at least once! 😂

[littlesniggy]

Partner Pregnancy + Daughter Dating Headcanons (Admirals)

Anon: Can you do a headcanon were kizaru, akainu, fujitora and aokiji founout that there S/O is pregnant with there daughter, then years later they founout there daughter is dating

(Also i like your writings and sorry if this is too much)

Sakazuki:

First off, Sakazuki will only have a child when he is married. There is just no way in hell he will get someone pregnant. He is way too cautious about things like this so he will be married and probably has already been married for a couple of years.

It will only happen when both of them are ready and when it’s planned. So, he won’t be surprised when his partner tells him that they’re pregnant. He will nod as a way that he understood but won’t show any emotions beyond that. This doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care. He is over the moon, so happy that he’ll become a father because, as said before, this pregnancy was probably planned so he wanted to become a father.

Wheatear it’s a boy or a girl, he doesn’t mind. He first thought that he’d prefer a boy, eventually planning for him to become a high ranking marine in the future but once he learns that it’s a girl his heart skips a beat.

She will be daddy’s little girl. He’ll be strict but she can get away with some things (not too many though, he has a reputation to uphold). She will be well-educated in many different fields and he will train her to become a fine marine.

When he finds out that his daughter is dating someone he will hunt that person down and if she (or his wife) doesn’t stop him, throw the bastard into Impel Down or straight out kill him. How dare this low-life date his daughter?! It will take a lot of convincing from eventually every side (Borsalino will also try and calm him down) to bring his temper under control.

He won’t be pleased with his daughter dating and he will never fully accept it (even if they get married) but he will keep his thoughts to himself. There will be a scowl on his face when he sees her partner and it will be intimidating but as long as they don’t screw with his daughter he will take a backseat (unwillingly).

Borsalino:

Borsalino will be overjoyed when finding out that his partner is pregnant. If it was planned or not doesn’t matter; he will accept it regardless. Plus, he is not the type of man who sleeps around so I think he and his partner will have been in a relationship for several years by then, even if they’re not married.

He will make sure his partner has everything they need but, to be honest, he will miss some of the doctor’s appointments just because he forgets. He is excited but he is still this absent-minded guy.

He prefers a girl over a boy and he is the happiest man alive when finding out his child is going to be a girl. He will talk to her through her partner’s belly, making baby noises and telling her embarrassing stories about her mother.

She will also be daddy’s little girl but far more spoiled and she will have her daddy under control. He will be far more lenient with her than Sakazuki with his daughter and she will cause at least some trouble throughout her childhood but nothing too major. Kizaru will give her a small warning but never mention it again.

He is not too pleased when he finds out that she is dating someone. Not because he thinks she’s too young or immature for it but because he is wary of anyone who might hurt her. He will invite her partner to their home and question them about everything. He won’t be happy if her partner happens to be a marine since he knows what this entails and he wishes for her to have a normal life and not fearing they might never come back.

If he has any concerns regarding her new partner he will tell her and make it clear that she should be careful but won’t do anything beyond it. He warned her but if she still ends up heartbroken, he will tell her “I’ve told you so.”. He will come to her with ice cream/ chocolate/ whisky and try to comfort her, not holding her mistake against her since she is entitled to do her own mistakes.

Kuzan:

First, he is a little bit reserved about becoming a father if it was an accident. He might even consider an abortion but will eventually let his partner make the decision. He will be there for his child but he wouldn’t be too hurt if they decided not to get the baby.

If, however, it was planned he will be overjoyed. You can’t really tell by his face but if you look closely you will see small gestures towards his pregnant partner that will make their life more comfortable. He will also bring baby clothes home from different places, first gender neutral but then ‘girly’ colors (Don’t hate me for saying this!) Pink is his go-to color but will also get some more crazy designs.

When his daughter is born he will ask to take time off from work to help his partner, taking care of their daughter and just be a great parent. Like his two previous colleagues she will be a daddy’s girl but not to the same degree as Borsolino’s daughter will be. I see him closer to Sakazuki but not as strict as him. He’s going to be in-between these two from his parenting style.

He will look his daughter’s new partner up and down and will seem intimidating at first. He slightly hopes he will scare them away though it’s not his main intention. He just wants to make sure that her partner knows that they shouldn’t mess with his daughter.

His daughter will also be highly trained so he’s not too concerned about her physical safety. He would hate to see her heartbroken however and would love to take her pain away though he knows it’s part of life. He will have a talk with her about her future, where she sees herself and her relationship and if she thinks this person could be the one. He just wants to make sure his daughter looks at it from different angles and not make any hasty decisions

Issho:

Like Sakazuki, he will most likely be married when finding out that he will become a father. He will cry and be so overjoyed that he has to sit down at first. He will pull his partner on his lap and ask for confirmation about the pregnancy over and over again, not quite believing his luck. No matter if it was planned or not he will be there and take care of his partner during their pregnancy.

He will go even further than Kuzan and not let her do anything anymore, making her relax and let her have the easiest pregnancy possible. He won’t will be happy no matter the sex and will spoil either one. When he finds out that it will eventually be a girl he will start crying again.

The third time he will cry will be during his daughter’s birth, holding her in his arms, sitting on his partner’s bed and thanking them, the doctor and every God he can think of for this small bundle of joy he’s holding in his arms. He’s just the cutest.

He will train his daughter to defend herself but will let her enjoy her childhood, not forcing anything on her. Out of the four Admirals he will probably have the ‘best’ parenting style since he will be the most understanding and most balanced. He will get angry/ disappointed with her if he has to but he will also give er a lot of room to improve and make her own mistakes.

When it comes to dating he won’t invite them with open arms but he will be as neutral as possible, not trying to be biased and give them a chance. Like Borsalino he will tell them if he smells something fishy but will eventually let her make her own mistakes. He usually is very trustworthy but when it comes to his daughter he will become more wary.

If his daughter feels certain about her partner he will open up to them more and more and he will be the best father-in-law you could wish for (if it comes to marriage). Honestly. He’s just so amazing as a father, father-in-law, grandfather, whatever! (I could go on and on but let’s stop here.)

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

Admirals

Seeing their child trying to commit suicide

Seeing their wife go berserker

Seeing spicy pics of their partners

Having an enlarged family

KIzaru & Aokiji: days 2 and 7

Alpha Kuzan : 4,5,11

Alpha Kuzan: 1

Sakazuki: day 5

Sakazuki: day 6

Alpha Sakazuki:19

Spending time in quarantine

Sakazuki and sweaters

Sakazuki: a serenade

Dealing with three daughters

Seeing their son swarmed by fangirls

Acts of love

Going to a concert

Going trick or treating with their kids

Caring for an anemic so

Kizaru: a warm hug and a bouquet of flowers

with fem!doctor who had an awful day

Playing with their parkourist child

FInding their doppelganger

Teaching their daughter to walk

Playing horror games

Non marine son

Helping daughter through a harsh breakup

Admiral's type of woman hcs

Admirals supporting daughter through academics

Younger marine crushing on them

Admirals deeply in love

Christmas traditions

Yan! Kizaru x reader : prompt 19

Vice admirals

Bastille asking out his fem!assistant

Doberman hc

Momonga hc

Momonga and his crush

Momonga: I Love You

Momonga: a warm hug and a bouquet of flowers

Onigumo as a mentor

Onigumo being annoyed by his vice

Onigumo with a laid back vice

Onigumo falling in love with his vice

Seeing their sister dating their boss

Playing beat saber

Tsuru with her hothead so

Kurohige crew

Blackbeard kidnapping his crush

Charlotte Family

Katakuri meets his childhood friend

Katakuri: do you need a hug?

Katakuri and his hothead so

Brulee: day 1

Brulee: day 3

Brulee with a tall so

Flampe with his twin brother

Katakuri & Perospero with a young sibling who has the gum-gum DF

With a foul-mouthed sibling

Sweet generals with their pet

Perospero: 6

Saving kidnapped sibling

Having a deaf/mute sibling

Sweet bloody life/ part 2

Yan! Brulêé x reader: prompt 12

Yan! Amande x reader: prompt 2

Hurt/kidnapped crybaby sibling

Yan! Katakuri x reader : prompt 13

Straw hats

Sanji with a simp reader

Chopper and mink crewmate

Reader has Jolyne Kujo's powers

Sanji with his yandere crush

Sanji finding out his love is a yandere

Yan! Zoro x reader : prompt 10

Yan! Sanji x reader: prompt 2

Yan! Luffy x reader : prompt 23

Tobi roppo

Ulti fluff

Other pirates

Shank's so doing the bamboleo challenge

ASL brothers as pokemon trainers

Marco with his NB!reader

Marco with his ftm so: I Love You

Kid's Pirates seeing their boyfriend being cute

Doflamingo: master of puppets / part 2 / part 3

Yandere Whitebeard crew: ohana / part 2 / part 3 /part 4 / part 5 / part 6

Alpha Crocodile: 19

Mihawk with his hothead so

Marco x Male reader

Yan!Law x reader: prompt 18

Yan! Kid x reader : prompt 21

Yan! Doflamingo x reader : prompt 15

Yan! Shanks x reader : prompt 8,21,22

Yan! Crocodile x reader : prompt 3

Yan! Ace x reader : prompt 5

CP-0

Lucci and his hothead so

[rukia-writes]

Shanks x naive! Marine! Reader

Part 1

Setting: canon/movie (Return of the Gran Tesoro)

It was nearly noon and three weeks since Shanks met Sengoku’s beautiful daughter and ever since then the pirate had been moping around the red force. Thinking of how he could see her again along with other thoughts. However, there was an obstacle in his way. While it wasn’t the marines or any admiral it was Sengoku himself, the man detested pirates.

Shanks thought of talking to him but he knew that wouldn’t work out so well.

In his cabin Shanks had his lip pursed up with a sad face, Benn in all his years of knowing Shanks had never seen him like this. Sighing Benn wished his captain would come out of his funk and just as he thought this Lucky Roo waved a newspaper in Shanks face.

“Look! Look who is in the newspaper!”

Shanks eventually grabbed the newspaper with his pout still until he saw the huge section featuring (Name) headline saying “Beautiful marine tells all!” Shanks made an unrecognizable sound as his emotions did a 360 as his smile was as bright as ever, his crew mates thought it was the sweetest thing.

The interviewer asked her a bunch of questions from “What is your favorite food?” To “What is Sengoku like?” Shanks learned a lot about the marine and if his crew mates knew any better turning into a fan boy.

An emperor of the sea turning into a fan boy.

“Should we remind him?”

“Let him have his joy for a bit Benn.”

Benn wanted to remind Shanks that (Name) was off limits not because she was marine but because of Sengoku. In any case the crew mates decided to let their captain enjoy himself for a few minutes as he thought to himself what was the sweet and innocent marine up to.

”and then he told me “You should definetly change the marine colors to pink and white. Blue is so old fashioned.” and I told him “You are so right. We’ve had this lame color since the beginning of time and its definitely time to change colors.” Then we talked for another hour or so before we went out seperate ways. That Ace is really nice. So is his tan-omg he told me how he tans-“

Sengoku knew his daughter could talk for days with out even realizing it as he sat his desk frustrated to the max that once again his daughter let another pirate go and not just any pirate but Portgas D. Ace. However, it was his fault in asking for a report at a very late hour, but he was a busy man and he needed her report. (Name) had her pajamas and sleep mask on while painting her nails her favorite color. The goat would try to lick the nail polish a few times but (Name) stopped him just in time.

“(Name), we’ve been thru this letting pirates go is unacceptable.”

“Yeah, but he was so nice and he bought me drink. So did that one pirate…oh..what was his name..Um..oh yeah Smoker.”

“…Smoker? Smoker is a marine-“

Sengoku ahead to chuckle at his daughter before he quickly turned serious.

“What is Smoker doing giving you a drink?!”

“Well, he offered to give me one of his cigars. But I turned that down, so instead he bought me a drink last week. It was pink too and smoke was coming out of it and we had lunch too. It was really nice, he was nice for pirate.”

“He’s a marine, I told you. A captain.”

“…he is? Oh my god he is! My fault.”

“Anything else happened?”

“Not that I can think of-oh! And can you please tell Sakazuki to stop looking at me?! He’s always staring at me. Old man.”

Sengoku let out a confused laugh as he was confused by his daughter catching Sakazuki looking at her but also laughing at her calling him an old man.

“What do you mean he’s always looking at you?”

“I mean like, he always gives me these scary glares and turns away. But then I catch him just staring at me-is it because I keep letting pirates go?”

“Most likely. I’ll have talk with him. Don’t worry.”

“Aw, thanks dad. You’re the best as always.”

The two chatted a bit longer talking about family and current events before (Name) retired to her quarters to read some of her fan mail while Sengoku had to stay up and finish some paper work.

A few days later Sengoku noticed that (Name) had a lot of fan mail, apparently the interview was quite popular among the citizens, marines and pirates. Sengoku didn’t think much of it and was actually proud so many people liked his daughter.

When (Name) told him she was going on vacation and wouldn’t be back for a few weeks he was really taken back, however it was most welcome since she it had been awhile since she had a vacation.

It wasn’t like a emperor wrote her fan letter and told her to meet her on the Gran Tesoro.

“Shanks! You made it!”

“Of course, I’m glad you could make it-“

Shanks had been in a few fights in his life time but he was certainly amazed by how tight she could hug him, after getting some air in his lungs he looked to see her how much luggage she had, which was a lot.

“(Name), we are only here for a week.”

“Well, I couldn’t decide what to wear and what to bring. So I brought my cutest clothes and stuff.”

“Well, they say it’s better to be over prepared than not at all. Ready to have some fun?”

“Of course!”

While it was supposed to be a week the two actually stayed three weeks on the Gran Tesoro, having fun from gambling to simply relaxing and taking it easy. (Name) called it the best three weeks of her life, on the last day Shanks told her to keep what happened on the Gran Tesoro a secret. (Name) wasn’t too thrilled about that as she had so much fun with Shanks and wanted to tell her friends but Shanks had his way of making sure she kept their little vacation a secret.

“Keep this and when you get lonely you can talk to it. At least until we meet again.”

“Where did you get this?”

A surprised gasp left (Name)’s lips as she saw the cutest plushy doll immediately taking it from Shanks and cuddling it.

“Gambling. I figured it would help when you’re alone.”

“It will! and it’s pink too! You’re the best!”

While Shanks was expecting another bone crushing hug although a soft kiss on his lips was welcome too. Shanks could feel his heart flutter during the kiss and when (Name) walked on her ship with her plushy doll she blew him a kiss to which Shanks “caught” it with his bright smile.

Thirty days later Sengoku received another request for a vacation from his daughter, and while he really needed the help he didn’t want to upset his daughter so he approved it. On the exception that it wouldn’t be three weeks, pirates were causing havoc and he need the help. The Fleet Admiral did notice his daughter was happier than normal, thinking to himself that vacation she took must have been really fun.

On the Gran Tesoro in the same room Shanks was calmly waiting for a certain marine until the door opened and in walked (Name) with her bright smile and of course with multiple suitcases. Again Shanks had to chuckle at the sight and helped out with her suitcases.

It did cost her a kiss; a price that (Name) was willing to pay.

✨Rukia-Writes✨

[sashi-ya]

Hi!! I just want to say that you're awesome and I love everything you write 💖 I would like to request a scenario with Yamato and female reader who has the same role as Hiyori, so reader is the daughter of Oden and Yamato son of Kaido... Normally they should be enemies but they are very attracted to each other. I hope this made sense 😇 with 14, 23, 45 from the spicy list and everything you want please! Thank you Sashi, take care! Sending you a hug ( ˘ ³˘)

Hi!! OMG of course!! This is my first time writing for him so I hope I get it right ♥ I love Yamato so much 🙈🙈🙈 I hope you enjoy this little (not so little) scenario darling!! Thank u for your cute words! ♥

NSFW ~ Yamato x F! Reader ~ Play That Melody For Me ~ [PART 1]

TW: HE/HIM pronouns used for Yamato (as it should be). Nipple play, oral sex, toys (strap on), face sitting, usage of alcohol, wet dreams.

WC: 1.9K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove @onepieceya (tagging you because you love Yamato :3)

There is a second part for this fic, read it here ♥

“My dear Tayu, Yamato, Son of Kaido is here” one of your helpers announces from behind the folding screen. The shadow of a tall man awaits you outside. “Son of Kaido, tch” you grunt, tightening the knot of your kimono strap around your waist...

You open the folds to appreciate your next “client”. There he is, long white hair, taller than anyone there, strong arms. You scan his whole body, from up and down. He smiles at you, yellow intense eyes fixed on yours.

“Please, come in” you tell him. He follows you inside. “Take a seat” you command. Yamato sits over a few cushions, crossing his legs. He ties his hair up in a ponytail, and when he does so, his clothes show a sideboob that it’s impossible for you to ignore.

“So, Mr. Yamato, what service would you like?” you ask him, trying to end this situation as soon as possible. The white haired man looks at you and smiles kindly. “Please, call me Oden”, he says.

You gasp and shut your eyes… Your blood boils. “Oden? Oden is my father and your bastard father killed him” you think and avoid shouting it by biting the inside of your mouth. Yamato notices your lack of words, and probably the fire in your eyes.

“Are you ok?” he asks. You shake your head, fighting between jumping and stabbing the man in front of you, or simply accepting his request. If you ever tell him the truth -especially to him-, Denjiro and you would have wasted almost twenty years and the plan to take down Kaido would be ruined.

“Ok, Oden... Tell me then, what’s the service?” you ask him again, choking back tears as you pronounce your dad’s name. He tilts his head and stands up. Yamato approaches you, brushing soft, slender fingers over your cheek. He lifts your chin up and stares into your soul for sure. “I don’t think you are ok right now; I will come back tomorrow” he says. You notice the gold shackles around his wrists and wonder why Kaido’s son has them.

You nod, out of words. You’d lie if you don’t find Yamato, not only intimidating, but also handsome as hell. The man that dares to act like your father leaves the room, but not before flashing you a sexy smile. His huge anatomy, then, disappears as he slides the paperlike door close.

Your legs turn weak, and you fall to the ground. Your knees hit the wooden floor under them, but it doesn’t hurt. Your heart does. “Why… Why me?” you say as warm tears run down your face.

Night comes, and you flop into bed, exhausted. You watch a bright half-moon shining on the dark blue sky of the night through the window. Sakura flowers falling like snow, dancing with the warm breeze of that summer, summer number nineteen… you only have to wait for the next summer… Mum's promise… Your eyelids fall and you slowly travel to the oneiric world.

Images of the despicable son of Kaido over you, his hands on your body. Cold metal feeling over your skin as his shackles rub your flesh. Your fingers tangled around white strands of hair. Your breathing accelerated.

You suddenly open your eyes. Panting, you only realized this was just a dream. “Just… a… dream…” you reassure yourself. Yet, your inner thighs feel wet. Your skin burns, your cheeks too. Heartbeats you can hear. Aroused.

Your fingers travel from your naked belly towards your underwear. You feel how wet that dream has made you. But quickly guilt hits you, hard. “What are you doing, (name)?” you say to yourself, taking your hand off your core. “He is your enemy, stop” ...

---

“Mrs. Oiran… good morning!” a little pink haired girl wakes you up. She greets you with a big smile, laughing as always. “My darling!!” you say and snatch the little bean into your arms. You hug her, you love the little girl. “(Name)! Someone sent you something today! Hahaha” she informs you. “Oh, really? What is it?” you ask. The little girl stands up and runs towards a box decorated with the finest rice paper and some flowers. “Here! Open it!” she says.

The box holds a note that says, “I want you to play the "Tsukihime" melody for me today”. Tears sprout from your eyes, blurring your vision. Inside there is a new Shamisen. And despite being brand new, it looks exactly the same as the one she used to play when she was a little girl. The one that your father, Oden, gifted to you. The one that got burned when his father burned the castle. You hated the man with burning passion. Why does he have to call himself like your dad, why did he have to give you that exact same shamisen as a present… Why from all the songs in the world, he had to choose your father’s favourite melody?... Why does he have to be so handsome?...

And the afternoon is here, and he is too. Again the shadow of your enemy. He is there, behind the paper folding screen, waiting for you… You look through your window, Kyoshiro -Denjiro- looks up to you from the entrance of the Okiya. His sleepy eyes beg for you to bear with it just a little longer. He knows how difficult this is for you, he really knows.

The voice of that man pulls you out from the unspoken connection you have with your friend and protector. You don’t turn around; you just move your head to your shoulder. You feel him approaching you. “Did you like my gift?” he asks, whispering softly near your ear. It’s insane how much his simple presence can make you weak, confused, aroused.

“I did, thank you my Sir” you lie. “Please, play that song for me” he asks. You turn around, looking up at his face. He looks at you, fixing once again his golden eyes on yours. The tension between your bodies is so strong, your skin burning.

You take your gaze off him, grab the instrument, and sit on your turquoise cushion. He does the same in front of you. Your skilled fingers start playing the cords, the melody from your childhood resonates all around the room. Yamato enjoys the notes of such beautiful song. “I wanted to hear this for so long… it is just amazing” he says, as if it was the first time, he was hearing the melody…

Soon, the melody stops. You wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. So you take the lead. “So.. Do you want me to play another song?” you ask. But he is lost in your body. Yamato approaches you; his soft thumb grazes your lip. You gasp, something feels fancier on your core. Yet, you take your head off to the side. He is your enemy, how are you supposed to be with the son of the man that killed your dad?... but your thoughts got interrupted…

Yamato grabbed your chin and aligned it with his mouth. Soft tender lips over yours, his tongue separating yours. You can’t resist, you don’t want to resist. You want him…

Gently, your back hits the cushion. Yamato straddling over you, white strands of hair falling on each side of your face. The sound of the cuffs he has on his wrists hitting the wooden floor around you.

Lustful sights on each other, your hands travel through his back. He kisses you again, your tongues dance around. His hand little by little sliding the side of your kimono off, until your breasts get completely exposed to him.

Yamato’s mouth traces a path from your lips to your neck, and then lowering until it reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze gently the flesh of your tits, his lips rub your hard nipples. You moan, feeling a mix of lust and guilt, but you don’t stop him.

The son of Kaido deliciously sucks your sensitive nipples, he nibbles and pulls from them. You squirm at the sensation; the pleasure he makes you feel slowly fades the hate…

Yamato stretches his arm to reach for the sakazuki of sake you have served on the side. He lets the alcohol drip over your chest. The cold drops of it make your skin react with little spasms. Your lover licks every drop from your chest, the dry taste of the sake mixed with your skin makes Yamato relish at such a delicious flavour.

His lips lowers and lowers, until they get to your belly button. He traces a circle around it, you whine and extend your arm. Your fingers around his long hair. He grunts. His tongue finally gets to your core.

“I love your taste” he mumbles. You just babble in response, as his skilful tongue makes wonders with your sex. “So tasty, so wet” ...

Your inner thighs get bruised with the horns of his head, as your legs try to close due to the intense stimulation. But that’s not enough, not for him, not for you.

On the verge of an orgasm, Yamato stands up. He walks towards his bag and brings a strap on. Black phallic figure that hangs from a red string. Red string that he quickly ties around his hip bones after letting his clothes slide to the ground.

You wait for him to pound into you with your legs spread open and your eyes scanning such an amazing body. You call him with a beckoning finger. He smiles, sexily and approaches you.

The cold material of the strap on gets damped in your arousal, as he rubs it up and down your sex. “Yamato, fuck me” you beg. He flinches at that name but doesn’t pressure you to call him Oden… and then, he penetrates you, sliding inside, so deep, and steady.

Your nails carve the skin of his back, his breasts fall over your face as he thrusts you. Your tongue stuck out grazing his nipples. Both of you moan, whine, enjoy.

And your orgasm inevitably arrives, and you come shouting his name. Your head thrown back; your mandible hurts from sucking his hard nipples. And even if you were exhausted, there is no time to waste. Is Yamato’s turn to come, and you are an expert in such practices.

“Why don’t you sit on my face?” you command him. “Are you sure?” he asks, aware of his huge anatomy. “Please, I wanna get suffocated under those thighs” you tell him, and he does not think any further. Soon his sex is over your mouth, and you enjoy every single part of his core. You suck, lick, taste his arousal, until Yamato comes squirming over your countenance.

Both of you lay over the cushions on the floor, admiring the sakura petals rain over the city through the window. He caresses your body, and softly tells you “I’m sorry if I asked you to call me Oden…”. You don’t really understand why he says such a thing… Does he know who you are? “What do you mean?” you ask. “I know who you are, (name)” he whispers, low enough for just you to hear it.

You stand up, scared. “How… how do you know my name?” you tell him. “I have your dad’s diary… that’s why I asked the only person that knows how to play that melody to do it for me… I’m on your side, Princess..." ♥ ~

[kaizoku-pirateking]

(2/3) 300 Followers Special: Portgas D Ace x F! Reader, A Small Date

a: got obsessed on rhythm games and black clover that's why this is delayed

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

this 300 followers special will be up until 3 chapters! then I'll be adding the multi head cannons sooner

part 1 | masterlist

“So you're like a sea stone human version?” Ace joked to her while eating the piece of meat, grinning like an idiot

(Name) rolled her eyes while drinking the cup of tea on her hands before sighing placing it down staring at Ace giving him exquisite looks

“No, for the very last time I'm not a sea stone human version. This is a devil fruit not an objec—” She was cut off by a loud bang on the table

Ace had fallen fast asleep on the table

Noticing the crowd are giving him disgusted looks (Not her as because they knew too well she's a daughter of an Admiral) as because his face fall flat on the plate

“Please excuse my friend, we will take our leave” She'll be so dead if ever her father had discovered she made friends with a pirate

The people in the restaurant then finally ignored the event that happened today and she finally take this as a go sign

Grabbing her bag and stand up from her seat, she made her way to the opposite table of Ace's

She can't believe it, she just protected a pirate from the crowd defensing him, had she gone weak? If so she'll certainly be dead on her father. But there's one thing she can't deny, When Ace are asleep his face looks like an Innocent person who's not affiliated with marines nor pirates and don't forget his soft snores.

She quickly slapped her face across

Putting his left arm on her neck; her right arm are wrapped around his waist incase he fall and they both exited the place after she put the money and tip on the table for what they just ate and decided to go to a more quiet place on the Island

(Name) knows this Island so well as because she always take her break on the Island after missions of taking care of the pest pirates and always are burnout after all

They arrived at the very end corner of the Island—The small space she bought it from the Island owner thus making the small space hers and no one or outsider can enter unless she agreed so

She placed him on the bench removing his arm from hers and sat down beside him still staring at his face and how handsome he really is

'No (Name) stop! You mustn't fall for a disgusting and low pirate, he is not worth your time' (Name) thought calming her breathings trying to avoid Ace's sleeping form

But it doesn't really work as because she always give him small looks every three seconds; Which didn't help at all and she ruffled her hair groaning if she could just leave Ace in the streets or wait for him to wake up

Her father, Sakazuki had just called her earlier for a another mission after she take a three days break—She agreed but today's the fourth day she's gonna be so screwed when she returns is what she guessed

Ace had finally woke up clueless on where he was now when his eyes met on hers and his face lit smiling and before he could hug her. She immediately backed away and pointed at her decent stay-cation house groaning heavily before doing a fake cough

“Take a bath! You stink... you lowly pirate” She said to Ace who followed her orders and stood up opening the door and finally entering

Once he had entered (Name) put her hand on her right chest blushing furiously, “Seriously... He makes my heart flutter” She said murmuring to herself

“Who makes your heart who now?” Ace said to her leaning on the door frame with a puzzled look on his expression

(Name) began to reddened even more as because she's caught by Ace and the mere thought of what if he fully listened to her worthless confession on a mere pirate

She take deep breaths and immediately regained her composure clearing her throat whilst staring at him sharp like a hawk

“None of your business, By the way aren't you supposed to take a bath?” She said changing the topic as much as possible and doesn't want him to think much

“Well 'was' because...I didn't know this small and pretty decent house has so many rooms!” Ace complained puffing an air while pouting

Rubbing her index and thumb finger ln her scalp she walked over his to face against each other sighing disappointment added

“You could've just check each one of them” She said giving a sharp voice

“But I want to hear more of your voice so I asked you”

(Name) almost fall; face planted on the ground—trying her best to regain her composure as because of how innocent and clueless his question is

She stand up with the help of Ace giving a short thank you before going to the main topic, “Stupid pirates. What an awful answer” She said

Her voice sound firm and sharp but inside she's panicking on what her next move should be to Ace, he's a handsome; she finally thought in recognition

Ace then suddenly smirked inching his face closer on her embarrassed looks before grabbing her chin using his fingers and whispered,

“Do you perhaps...like me?” Ace's voice sounded stern yet his smirk are still drawn to his looks waiting for her answer

(Name) then stumbled her mind are not processing it correctly on what's happening—Yet she didn't move on his touch and stay frozen

Don't let any pirate's word to you, daughter you never knew they are just fooling you.

She remembered her father's word and hurriedly pushed him away putting her hands on his chest giving out a disgusted sigh

“I would never.” She said coldness leaving her voice before standing up with Ace still looking at her with his stupid smile she secretly took a liking to

She needed to know why is she falling for a revolting pirate; she promised to herself and her father she won't fall for anyone especially not just a typical pirate—A famous one indeed

“Come one I'm just joking you know?” Ace snickered going back to his jovial mood and expression

“Yeah whatever” She said turning around going inside the house, on her own room but when she turned around she put one of her hand to her mouth, flushed cheeks and reddened ears thinking about Ace once more

'He's..too cute to be ignored' She thought again closing the door and take out all of her frustration inside the room because Ace is at the outside

“DAMMIT! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M FALLING FOR A SMALL AND DISGUSTING PIRATE I PROMISED FATHER I WON'T FALL FOR SOMEONE BUT ACE...I FUCKING LOVE HIM” She screamed inside the house her madness and anger are finally disappearing after she had said that

Which she didn't knew Ace had heard every single words.

[yonji4life]

Sakazuki x borsalino daughters Mitsu and Mai

[mitsu belongs to marine mitsu]

[nemycchi]

WORLD-BUILDING : GENSHIN IMPACT YAKUZA AU

FATUI-GUMI

The most powerful organized crime syndicate across Teyvat.

Ruled by the one called “Tsaritsa”.

TERMS AND TERMINOLOGIES :

Kumi - “family”. Extension used to syndicate divisions to indicate togetherness.

Gumi - same as “kumi” but exclusively for darker themes.

Kumicho -  term used to address the highest ranking boss of the Yakuza. Oversees the whole syndicate.

Hime - Not a general term in the Yakuza. Kumicho’s daughter. In this GI universe, the mysterious princess of the Fatui.

Oyabun -  title used for the little bosses of the kumi (divisions) within the Yakuza.

Saiko-komon -  the right hand of the Oyabun when it comes to administration of the group. They oversee everything from business and finance, legal matters, public relations and such.

Komon -  helps the Saiko-komon with decision-making.

Shingiin -  law advisor who takes care of legal matters—from members being incarcerated to operations done on quasi-legal areas.

Kaikei -  the accountant or the bookkeeper who keeps the records of all transactions and administrative documents of the group.

Hisho -  oversees arranging of appointments, meetings and deals of the family.

The “Wakagashira” is the first lieutenant of the oyabun, acting directly upon his orders. Together with the “Shateigashira” or the second lieutenant, they see to it that the orders from the higher-ups are disseminated up to the lowest of the hierarchy and into the streets. To ensure that this happens, the Wakagashira appoints a “Fuku-honbucho” or a leader among the “Kyodai” or big brothers—who then act as enforcers who order and take to the streets as footmen along with their little brothers or “Shatei”.

TRADITION

Yubitsume

As a form of punishment for when a member does something that brought shame and dishonor to the family (eg. failing missions and deals, letting kin die without doing anything, acting out without permission), the Yakuza has been known to do Yubitsume or “finger-cutting”. This ritual is overseen by the Oyabun—or even the Kumicho if an Oyabun (in this case, referring to the head of kai or kumi) committed shameful acts. 

Succession of Powers

Once the Kumicho steps down, the eldest among the Oyabun will take over unless stated otherwise. In cases wherein a member of the actual family is within the candidates, they are given priority in consideration above others.

Sakazuki

A sake-exchanging ceremony done to welcome new recruits into the Yakuza. Typically, it is done between an oyabun, or the kumicho, and the new recruit, in which the oyabun drinks sake from a cup which they will offer to the recruit afterwards. The recruit will then finish the drink and keep the cup as a sign of loyalty. It may be done to signify succession of powers (atomesouzuku), welcoming from a higher up (oyakosakazuki) and welcoming from one of the lower members (kyodaisakazuki). The welcoming ceremony ends with a trip to the bathhouse, where the tattooed body of the yakuza members are shown as sign of welcoming.

PREMISE OF THE STORY

THE CHARACTERS

Aether is the First Harbinger among the Oyabun. He is the next in line once the Tsaritsa steps down. Also known as the "Jester", or "Pedrelino" in the main house. He manages the Mondstadt Branch Family of the Fatui-gumi.

Lumine, on the other hand, is not an official member of the Fatui-gumi-- rather, she is a member of the main house by nature of her relation to the head of the family. Called by the Harbingers as "Hime" or "Princess". Nobody outside them knows what she looks like but most are aware of her existence. Regardless, she has been trained in physical combat and the nature of their world from the very young age of 7, together with her twin brother.

Ajax, also known as "Tartaglia" among his colleagues, is the boss of Liyue-kumi. He stands to be the youngest among the Oyabun, sans Aether-- but his height would beg to differ. Three years the senior of the Tsaritsa's twins. Weapons' master at age 15 and considered to be one of the most dangerous among the Fatui. Most Harbingers do not like him.

Tsaritsa, commonly addressed as Kumicho, is the main leader of all of Fatui-gumi. Has odd connections to the ruling leaders of Teyvat including the Qixing, Knights of Favonius, Bakufu etc. Seen as cold but is actually a doting mother to her heirs-- but only within the confines of the main house.

The "admin" of the main house-- consisting of La Signora and two others, takes care of compiling all administrative works regarding the syndicate.

PLOT

Tartaglia X Lumine route.

Tartaglia, upon being assigned as the youngest Harbinger at 14 years old, met the "princess" of the Fatui-gumi as his first trial-- her being his sparring partner. Lumine wipes the floor with him and he became smitten since then.

Lumine would often do undercover missions for her mother or would offer to resolve a few issues she notices via her keen observation. Usually, Tartaglia is the receiving end of this "help" as he could be rash and carefree at times.

MORE TO BE ADDED AS FAN FICTION GROWS

FANFICTION LIST

GREATEST INDULGENCE (One-shots Compilation)

The Princess and the Harbinger by yours truly

RATING : Explicit (Sex, Violence, Murder)

PAIRING : Childe X Lumine

Aether, the Matchmaker by yours truly

RATING : General

PAIRING : Childe X Lumine, Implied ScaraMona

...

Feel free to use the same universe as this one if you want. Just send me a message so I may link your work in this post! Thank you!

P.S. Seriously, I did this instead of doing academics. What the heck. Please read my fanfic over on Archive of our Own on the clickable links provided above~

[quinloki]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 21: I.O.U.

Getting into your own home was a fuzzy process. When Doflamingo had bade you command him, you very nearly shoved Reason out of the window and dragged him bodily into your house. If for no other reason than to not get the limo that Lao took care of messy.

In the end, you were standing inside the doorway, looking at the familiar, but also unfamiliar space. Things felt like they were in their proper place, and maybe a little too tidy. You know you hadn't been keeping the place clean for at least the last 6 or so days – no, make that more like 13. Law said you'd been out for a week and then you spent 5 more days recovering before you were released. None of that counted any time before you ended up in the clinic when you weren't here either.

You imagined if it wasn't handled by Doffy and his Family, one of your friends had taken care of it. You couldn't imagine any of Pops' boys volunteering to clean, and then doing a job this well, much as they were probably willing to try for your sake. The thought brought a soft smile to your face, a warm consolation in the face of your current situation.

You spent the next few hours walking slowly through everything. You looked through photos, dvds, books, dishes, clothes, and boxes tucked away in closet corners. You ran everything through your fingers, lingered in the scents of soaps and candles and overlaid the stories you'd been told over the last five days to try and sort out who you were.

Some things brought you comfort – you'd crack open a book and read a few pages and begin to remember the story within. You'd look through photos and see the faces of people who were still in your life, and a few photos prompted the older memories surrounding the moments caught on film. Some things weren't discomforting, but there was no connection to them. You found a survival knife sitting on the counter, but nothing about it was familiar and you didn't even like having it in your hand. You threw it in a drawer and moved on. You found your box of toys and didn't need your memory returned to you to know what they were for. Mixed in with the different objects in that box was a business card.

Donquixote Doflamingo CEO of Smile, Inc. International was written in a fancy, but easy to read font. There was a single number on it, but it wasn't the number you had for him in your phone. There was a code on the back that you couldn't quite place, but something about it felt important. You tucked it into your wallet and continued poking through your things.

Over the next few days, you remembered the routine of your life well enough. It barely took twenty minutes to find your feet working at Sanji's. After the first hour at Kid's body shop, you were tossing snarky jokes around with Heat, Wire, and Killer. You even almost got Kid to tell you what happened that landed you in a coma for a week, but Killer threw a bolt at him and threatened to break out baby pictures if he defied Dr. Law's orders. You tried to convince Kid you had already seen his baby pictures, so he should just give in, but the other guys called your bluff.

Robin's shop was an easy adjustment, and she stopped quizzing you on flower meanings after the first hour. There were newspapers for sale in her shop, and you read some to catch up on things, or at the very least the official accounting of things.

"Sakazuki died an honorable death trying to protect his daughter he had believed to be dead," you scoffed, and then furrowed your brows. You didn't buy it, but why didn't you? "The Marine Admiral had been notified of his daughter's existence in Grandline city and had mobilized a specialized unit for retrieval. They had been informed that the infamous Yonko Edward Newgate had reprogrammed Ember Sakazuki into believing that she had been saved by the criminal."

You crinkled your nose. Pops had told you his name, and you inferred that this Ember person was you, but you hadn't gone by that name for decades. The name left a bad taste in your mouth. If you could remember everything, you imagined it would've done worse than that.

You frowned after finishing the article. All it had said was that he died, and that your last known status was critical. There'd been no recovery of your body, and no one knew if you had been admitted to a hospital. At some point there was a candle-light vigil for you held in the holy land, and a massive wake held for Sakazuki.

You hadn't expected any official report to be useful, but you were still frustrated it didn't help you remember anything.

Deliveries for Zoro had taken longer than usual, and it was late by the time you started walking home. The sun had just set, so it was around 8pm, not so late to be worried about anything, but still dark enough to stay on alert.

Something caused you to stop when you reached an alleyway. It was dark, too dark to see well down the poorly lit alley, but there was something kicking around in your mind. You took a step in, another, and another and you could feel your pulse starting to rise. An image filled your vision, of a man slumped against the brick, breathing heavy and looking beat all to hells. He held a weapon, but you weren't afraid of it, or shades that covered his eyes.

You took a step deeper into the alley, and memory played over your current field of vision. You pinned the weapon with your foot and covered his mouth. You commanded him. You forced him to move, and dragged him out of the alley. Your feet moved of their own accord, and after a moment you were practically running, chasing down the film of memory urging you forward.

You found yourself at the backdoor of the clinic, and picked the lock in sync with your memory. You stepped into the room. At least three bullet holes and two gashes. No, it was three gashes, the initial attack had been a literal backstab by a traitor, and technically four bullets, but the one in his thigh was shallow.

"I called him a tough bastard," you chuckle, but the sound is almost painful. Tears are welling up in your eyes. You hadn't recovered in this room; this was a place for operations. You hadn't come back in here when you woke up, but you knew this room.

You've got the devil's own luck. These are my people. I suppose I won't. Yer not wrong, mouse. I didn't save you for compensation. Then how would you prefer I address you, Miss? Sabo, you're being considerate. You know her flower language stuff, (Y/N), what's it mean? Consider it a single I.O.U. You missed a slip, it's not like he lifted your wallet. I don't recall labeling myself a proper gentleman. Young master said to deliver this package to you, Miss (Y/N). Pops is a better father. Just Lao, young miss. I'm sure you take all kinds of risks, Trouble. And yet the end result has been thus. Rebellion! -recent dalliances, either. Unless, perhaps, we count you, Miss (y/n)? You seem to be considering dessert first, Miss (y/n). I would rather a painful truth, than a sweet lie, my dear. Scream for me, kitten. Why a lotus tattoo? You never have been one to mull things overlong. That's quite the question, and statement, young miss. Rage is better released than held. We could turn the playbook back on them.

The shots were still ringing in your ears, but the world around you was terribly silent. Your mother's body, and the body of the man that had held her were both terribly silent. Your father looked like a demon, eyes ablaze as the smoke rose from his mouth and the barrel of the gun. Those cold and cruel and suddenly terrifying eyes turned toward you, and the whole of the chaos around you froze.

"Absolute Justice," He said in a voice deadly calm, "even at the cost of my family. I WILL NOT BE DETERRED!"

You ran to the trashcan and let go of what little was left of the lunch you'd had earlier. It took you a moment to calm down enough to get your feet back under you. You tied off the bag, but left it in the trash, with a scribbled note on top that just said 'Sorry, doc'.

Stumbling back out of the clinic, you locked the door with your picks and flipped open your phone before leaning against the front of the building. A few soft rings came through before the voice you needed to hear filled your ears. You had kept in contact, and you even went to estate a couple times during the week, but he was a busy man, and you had asked for time.

"I didn't expect your call for another ten minutes," His voice was neutral, but you could hear the shuffle of papers from the other end of the phone.

"Doffy," you try not to cry, you try your best to not cry, but the rush of memory and the sheer relief of remembering on your own, nearly overwhelms you. "I need you."

"Where are you?" His voice is serious now, probably caught between concern and anger, unsure why you're crying. You can hear him already moving around.

"Clinic."

"Are you hurt?"

You shake your head before you can get the words out. "No. No, I'm... I'm okay. I just," you wipe tears away and sniffle rudely before you continue. "I remembered a lot. All at once, and it's... it's... I don't want to be alone. I need you."

"I will be there," His mouth moves away from the phone, you can barely hear him and realize he is speaking to someone else, "Get you Vergo or Lao, whoever can leave immediately, thank you Giolla." His voice is directed back to you, "Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?"

"N-no, I, uh... I want to clean up a little and be slightly less of a mess." You're reminded of how you lost your lunch earlier and while you were sure he'd forgive you, the taste was already sour in your mouth.

"Very well, my dear. I will be there shortly."

You say your farewells and you go back into the clinic to wash your face, brush your teeth, and try to calm yourself down a little. You use some of the time you have and send Law a text.

(Y/N): I threw up in your biohazard bucket. Borrowed a toothbrush and cleaned up a bit. I'm okay, just remembered a lot and got overwhelmed. Your favorite bastard is coming to get me.

Law: Well, it was the correct bucket for once. You remember everything?

(Y/N): No. Don't remember the plan still. But I think I got most of 6 to 26 covered.

Law: Take it easy. Forcing memories can backfire.

(Y/N): Will do, dad.

You get a rude emoji in response and laugh.

Law: Welcome back.

You step outside of the clinic and get the back door locked in time to see the limo pull up to the front door. There's no way that the driver of that limo had followed a single law to get here so quickly. Doflamingo steps out on his own and it's almost impressive that he can look so put together. You know what's underneath that carefully crafted façade though.

"Doffy!" You run toward him, practically vaulting yourself up into his chest.

You hear the air escape him as you nearly crush him between yourself and the backdoor of the limo. He manages to hold onto you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other against your thighs, holding you against him in a hug, your arms around his neck.

"How many laws did you shatter?" You question, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"None, since I wasn't caught." He responds. His rumbly voice reverberates against your chest and you almost cry again.

You tighten your hug, wrapping your legs around him and just holding onto him as tight as you can. He squeezes you harder in return, and it helps you calm down.

"I remembered so much," you try not to cry again. "So much. I can't believe I forgot it. I'm so so-."

"Shhhh. Don't apologize." You feel him kiss your forehead. "Tell me what you want."

"I just want to stay near you for the night. I don't want to be somewhere alone." You admit.

You untangle yourself from him, setting your feet on the ground, and holding his hand in yours. "I want to be able to talk about what I remember. I want to remember more. I want to remember what I promised you."

Doflamingo opens the door to the limo and guides you in to have a seat as you continue.

You look up at him guiltily as he sits beside you. "I don't want to pressure you cruelly, but dammit, I promised, and that gets to me."

There's a small smile on his face, and he presses a button. "Vergo, home please."

"Yes, young master." Vergo's monotone voice comes over the speaker as the limo begins to move.

"You were quite clear before how important promises were to you," He says, "but, I don't think it's something you should worry about until you remember everything."

You're quiet for a long moment, and finally you pull your wallet from your back pocket and pull out the business card you found when you got back home from the clinic. You hand it over to Doflamingo.

"Tell me what I can't remember," you say sternly. "Not the promise, tell me about the plan. Tell me what happened."

There's a frustrated look on his face. After a tense moment he sighs and takes the card from your hand. He stares at it for a long moment, as if remembering the moment when he gave it to you, and then hands it back.

"Sleep on it," He prompts. "If for no other reason than it's too late for me to fulfill your request tonight."

You take the card back and turn it over in your hands a few times before tucking it away again. You lean against Doflamingo and yawn almost immediately. It's been a long day and the rush of memories has made it feel even longer.

"I never thought I'd ever consider using that card," you mutter, struggling to keep your eyes open. You want to talk, you want to remember, but you also need to sleep.

"I thought you intended to make me deliver a pizza to you," He teases, shifting his arm and tucking you closer against him.

You grunt, "I expected it would've been someone like Dellinger." A wide smile breaks across your face, "I can't imagine you on a pedal bike delivering me a pizza from across town." You chuckle a little at the idea, unintentionally picturing him in a suit, on a bike a bit too small, with a baseball cap on and a pizza box in one hand.

"You seem to be doing just that," He grumbles, and you could hear the frown in his voice.

You turn and lean into him more and pat him lightly on his chest, "in a completely dignified way," you lie.

You get a grunt in response. "It's good to know you're terrible at lying."

"Mm. Better a painful truth, than a sweet lie." You reply, "and that being the case, I should say that it would've been more dignified if I had envisioned you on an appropriately sized bicycle." You nuzzle into him. "But you have the aggravating capacity to look good regardless of the situation, and you can't say something like 'I'm bias', or some such, Mr. Used-ta-be-a-Model."

"I wouldn't dare to feign humility, my dear."

[thewildomega]

One Piece Masterlist

A/N: Most of these will be links to my AO3 story. I find it easier to navigate there and I also have 100+ stories and that’s a lot of posting. If I have posted the chapters on Tumblr then I will include the link to them as well. 

Crocodile

*Star in the sand -  Crocodile x reader. Soulmate AU. Ch.1  Ch.2  Ch.3  Ch.4  Ch.5  Ch.6  Ch.7  Ch.8  Ch.9  Ch.10  Ch.11  Ch.12  Ch.13  Ch.14  Ch.15  Ch.16  Ch.17  Ch.18  Ch.19  Ch.20  Ch.21 Ch.22 Ch.23 Ch.24 Ch.25

*Alpha Crocodile Headcanons SFW

Akainu (Sakazuki)

*Feral Red Dog - Alpha Akainu x Omega Reader. Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7

*Akainu x motherless Daughter Headcanons  -  Pt2

*Akainu x spy reader headcanons

Smoker

*Bonded at Sea - alpha smoker x omega reader

Katakuri

*Through the eyes of an artist - Always wondered how Katakuri would react to a painter S / O ? The strange way they look at life from an artistic view , Since it probably wouldn't be practical for a pirate to be an artist : ( Like them randomly stopping to admire a flower and talking about how the color makes them feel only to hear someone like Luffy say " it's just a flower , what's the big deal ? " ) You can make it angst if you want , but can it please have a happy ending ? ( I don't wanna cry!😫) P.s. My angst idea is that Katakuri's S / O has some ability to do with water and her belief is that is the only reason Katakuri and the Charlotte fam like her (she might be right about some of them🤔) after all I imagine they would think being a painter is stupid . You don't have to do this it's just my idea . 🌸Please and thank you💖Thank you for requesting! So I changed a few things up but I hope you liked it!

*Doughnut of Lies - Alpha Katakuri x Omega Reader Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4 Ch5  Ch6  Ch7  Ch8  Ch9  Ch10

Whitebeard (Edward Newgate)

*Second Chance - Soulmate AU Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4  Ch5  Ch6  Ch7  Ch8  Ch9  Ch10  Ch11  Ch12 Ch13 Ch14  Ch15  Ch16  Ch17 Ch.18 Ch.19  Ch.20  Ch.21 Extra Chapter (What happened to Y/n?

*Alpha Whitebeard Headcanons (SFW)

*Alpha Whitebeard Headcanons (NSFW)

*Alpha Whitebeard x Pregnant Omega Headcanons

*Whitebeard Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

*Never too Late - Angsty one shot.

*Whitebeard x Admiral S/o Headcanons    Part 2   Part 3

*Alpha Whitebeard x Omega Reader X Whitebeard Pirates Headcanons

*Finder’s Keepers - A/B/O AU

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Ch.11 Ch.12 Ch.13

 Other Headcanons

*Alpha Shanks and Alpha Whitebeard ( Depressed omega and past sexual trauma)

Red Leg Zeff

*Faded name - Soulmate AU

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8

[greeneyedsigma]

(Whitebeard's daughter au, Akainu brought kid Anne and baby Luffy to Marineford once for bring your kid to work day) Akainu, to Sengoku: Anyway, see you later at the meeting. But first someone's getting ready for nap time. Tiny Anne, stubbornly wants to continue but is getting sleepy: No no no no no... Akainu, in a sing-song tone: Yes~

Yes! Omg, that was immediately like “I know that quote! It’s fucking adorable!”

I don’t watch O.K K.O but I have seen the clip of Venomous baby talking sleepy Fink! Love it! 10/10 Papazuki to baby Anne!