#second division commander

[xamaxenta]

🎉🎉🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DARLIGNT SWEETHEART 🎉🎉🎉

I didnt know what to draw for your bday so I drew every single thought I had in one go

Here’s to another year simping in your name ❤️‍🔥

[mallomars]

One piece

This is the awakened form of the Mera Mera no mi.

[faketypefan]

seeing that you all want Ace, I'll give you Ace!

Sad little fiftht division commander

[monocub]

you think dadan would have dressed up as santa and gifted the asl boys coal for christmas and those little assholes would've complained and started throwing it at her

[straws-and-sunflowers]

Angst. Not Lawlu, just angst.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hey there! Hope everything's going great

Sooo I had a request:

I had this thought about what if s/o and op men had a little argument on something and they decide to give silent treatment to each other for a while, they still do stuff together like going shopping for stuff with the crew but this little incident happens where a guy flirts with s/o infront of their partner and she (yep female s/o) says she's single XD

Like a headcanon on how they would react to this? It can be a funny one

I'd specifically like sabo, law, zoro and coby for this!

Thank youuuu so muchhhh if you'll do this take care! ^^ ♡

I included Ace in this as well because I love him. Sabo, Law, Zoro, Koby, Ace.

Warnings: arguments, threats, almost violence, heartbreak, hurt/comfort,

Word Count:1720

     Your fights never got this bad, never got out of control like this. Normally, you were able to work it out, or at least take some time to cool down first. But you’d both been in a bad mood, both said things you shouldn’t have, both been rather stupid to be honest. It should have been a minor argument, should have been simple grumbling followed by comforting hugs and cuddles, maybe a nap. Instead, it had ended up with you both storming off in an even worse mood than you’d already been in, it had ended with you both giving each other the silent treatment, and with extremely high tensions whenever you were together. Few, if any, of your friends said anything, not wanting to get caught up in your fight or be on the receiving end of your wrath, but the tension was getting uncomfortable… well, more uncomfortable. A simple shopping trip with the others, that’s all it was. Get some supplies, look around, it wouldn’t be the two of you alone, so it’s not like it would be uncomfortable silence the entire way, you could both talk to someone who wasn’t each other. It had been while you’d been in a clothing shop, looking at various clothes that he approached you. Tall, handsome, with a gorgeous smile.

     “Hey there, beautiful. Noticed you looking at these. If I may be so bold, I think this would look much better on you.” he said, holding out a beautiful dress. Running your fingers over the fabric, you smiled, you did look good in this color, maybe it was worth at least trying on.

     “Tell me how I look?” you asked, taking the dress, the man following you towards the dressing rooms. As soon as you stepped out, the man was taking your hand, kissing the back before helping give you a little spin.

     “You look dazzling. I was wondering, if a beautiful woman like you would perhaps join me for dinner? That is, unless you’re already taken.” he said, giving you another thousand watt smile. You hesitated for a moment. The two of you hadn’t talked in well over a week, or had it been longer? You were both too busy fuming to keep track, still stubbornly refusing to talk to each other.

     “No, I’m single and I’d love to accompany you.” you said with a soft smile.

Sabo

Head immediately whips around to look at you.

Heartbroken and angry.

Single? Was this your way of breaking up with him?

Immediately marches over, tells the guy you’re actually taken and then drags you away.

Pulls you somewhere secluded so you can talk.

Totally pins you to the wall.

Calls you both stubborn and says that the fight was stupid.

He’s angry because of the guy but he’s also super scared of losing you.

Pulls you close and holds you, telling you you’re his and that he won’t let some stupid fight change that.

If you don’t apologize for the fight or want to break up, his heart will 100% shatter.

He’s lost enough, you were the ray of sunshine in his life, he can’t lose you too.

Doesn’t actually say anything though, just walks away.

You can’t tell if he’s angry or sad from the way he leaves.

Won’t talk to anyone unless necessary for days and completely avoids you.

So, so heartbroken, absolutely cries when he’s alone.

Thinks he has to be strong for the Revolutionary Army though, so will put on a smile around others.

If you both apologize.

Refuses to let you go after that, if you let him, he’ll absolutely carry you everywhere, but if you don’t, he won’t let go of your hand. At. All. 

Super possessive all day.

Pulls you into his room to sleep with you. 

I hope you don’t have to get up in the middle of the night, because he won’t let you go.

Seriously, wrapped completely around you, holding you tight, you just are not going anywhere.

Steals or buys all sorts of gifts for you. Anything he thinks you might like. 

Even if you’re both at fault, he’s trying so hard to make up for the fight.

Law

Excuse me, what?

Straight up shambles the guy away, like as far as his room will allow. 

Super duper pissed.

Demands to know why you said you were single.

If you say that you’re breaking up with him, his heart will break. 

Not even kidding, will storm off to the Polar Tang, lock himself in his room and cry. 

If you say someting like ‘he was acting like you weren’t together anymore’, he’ll freeze up

Had he really been that stubborn and stupid?

Shambles you both back to the ship and holds you close.

Tells you that he can’t lose you.

Surprisingly sweet. Is this really your Law? Because he’s being way too affectionate.

Absolutely makes it up to you. Takes you back out shopping, if you so much as look at something with vague interest, he’ll either buy it or steal it for you.

Takes you out to a very nice (secluded) dinner that night. Holds you close all night, like, I hope you don’t mind sleeping in his bed with his arms wrapped around you, because it will happen.

Doesn’t let you out of his sight the entire time you’re docked.

Zoro

Almost slices the entire store (and the guy) into pieces.

You’re WHAT?

So, so, so angry.

Also scared, though he won’t admit it.

Scares the guy away.

Picks you up, throws you over his shoulder, and takes you back to the Sunny.

You can’t tell if he’s more angry or hurt as he looks at you.

Simply states that you’re his.

If you tell him you aren’t and that you’re breaking up with him.

Just storms off.

Goes to his gym and starts working out to try and blow off some steam.

Spends an unusual amount of time in the gym from now on. 

Can’t look at you because it hurts too much. 

Still totally loves you.

He doesn’t even insult Sanji for days.

If you forgive him.

Wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

Just stays like that for a while.

Keeps an arm wrapped around you all day as you go shopping.

In so much debt to Nami now because he borrowed so much money.

Isn’t able to buy you everything you look at, but if you express any sort of desire over it, he’ll buy it.

Keeps you close for weeks. He’s training? Well, I hope you wanted to watch him work out. He’s taking a nap? You’re taking a nap too. 

I hope you don’t mind sleeping in the boy’s dorm because Nami absolutely will not let him sleep in the girl’s dorm.  

Koby

Immediately rushes over to you.

Are you serious? Does this mean you’re breaking up with him? He’s so, so, so, so sorry.

Completely ignoring the guy as he takes your hands in his.

Eyes are so hurt and scared and a little desperate. 

Begs you to forgive him.

If you break up with him.

Absolutely starts tearing up then and there.

Quietly walks away as he starts crying. Returns to his room and starts sobbing. 

Beats himself up for getting into the fight in the first place. 

SO different from his usual self!

Just super quiet and downcast. 

It’s like he reverted back to when he was working for Alvida but without the hope for something better.

His rank and abilities totally suffer because of how heartbroken he is.

Like, everyone is wondering, is this really the same Captain Koby?

Does eventually, sort of bounce back, but is super focused on only work.

If you forgive him.

Clings to you, just wrapps you in a huge hug, apologizing over and over.

Still crying a little but so, so relieved. 

Buys. You. Everything!

Seriously, I hope you plan to look at the ground the entire time, because if you even glance at it, he’s buying it, trying to make things up to you.

Even if he knows it’s both of your faults, he doesn’t care, he feels like he needs to apologize and make it up to you. 

Spoils you rotten for weeks.

A little meek around you for a bit, but does perk up and return to normal after a bit. 

Cuddles with you whenever possible. Like, if he has even a minute to spare, he’s got his arms wrapped around you. 

Ace

Literally lights on fire as he stalks over to the man.

Almost lights the guy on fire.

Not sure who to feel more sorry for. Ace for feeling so scared and heartbroken or the man for being so terrified.

Pulls you away immediately. 

As soon as your somewhere secluded, he wraps his arms around you and doesn’t let go.

Apologizing over and over.

Please don’t leave him, he’ll do anything, whatever you ask.

If you don’t forgive him. Stands there in stunned silence while you walk away. 

100% crying.

So, so despondent as he walks back to the Moby Dick. 

Locks himself in his cabin, refuses to come out.

Barely eats and Thatch has to deliver it to Ace because Ace won’t come out. 

Nobody hears his sobbing, but it’s a miracle he doesn’t die of dehydration. 

You were the best thing to happen to him.

You think he was depressed over his past before?

1000x worse now.

Absolutely thinks he’s trash for losing you.

Doesn’t necessarily bounce back, but returns to his commander duties again.

If you forgive him.

Holding you even tighter.

Can’t stop himself from crying into your shoulder.

So, so scared he was going to lose you.

Once he manages to gather himself together again, he takes you back to the ship. 

He doesn’t buy you everything but that’s because he just wants to hold you.

You spend the entire week simply cuddling with him. 

Will not let you go. Eating dinner? You’re in his lap. Sleeping? He’s holding you tightly like a teddy bear. Just relaxing? He’s cuddled up with you.

I hope you don’t need to train, because he won’t let you go long enough to do so.

Whitebeard eventually has to order him to return to him commander duties because he’s so busy clinging to you.

[eternitas]

A painful night with rain

Watching the Battle for The Vongola Rain Guardian Ring was a traumatizing experience for one Varia member in particular.

Please ignore the inconsistency in time of day. I didn't think of the time difference between italy and japan, so please ignore that mistake.

"The Captain---- lost...?"

"I don't believe it...." A hush went through the room filled with Varia members, most from the rain division. Since the battles for the Vongola Rings had started there was a live feed of each battle that the present members gladly watched. Some with hope for their officers victory and some with the hope for their demise. Most however saw it as a good and fun time. After all this was supposed to be their sweeping victory over some middleschool kids, how hard would that be?

Now after one loss and two wins with 3 rings in their posession it had been a battle of the swordsmen between the japanese katana kid, a student of the Shigure Soen Ryu, and the Varias second in command and right hand of their boss, Squalo, the sword emperor himself. There had been not a single member that doubted this to be their overwhealming win.

But after what felt like at least an hour, they witnessed the greatest swordsman in all of europe be beaten and defeated with the blunt end of a katana to the back of his head as if it was a god damn parody. It felt like a practical joke that was played on them specifically as spectators from afar. As if right now Lussuria would jump out from behind the couch and laugh about having tricked all of them. But there was no jumping from anyone.

Nobody dared to say a word. Some didn't even dare to breath too loudly. And unfortunately this was not where it all ended. Not only that the officers were talking about who would take out Squalo for good, being a disgrace, having lost against a child, but just then a beast was let into the arena. It was now a deathtrap for their captain. The japanese kid tried to help Squalo get out, lifting him up, determined to help, but-

it all happened in the blink of an eye.

The platform broke and Ava jumped up from his seat, holding his breath, as they all witnessed their captain kick the kid to safer ground and then be attacked by the gigantic shark in the arena. The stone under him broke and all that was left was deep, murky water and the shadow of the shark slowly fading.

It was completely quiet as they stared at the TV that showed nothing but the now still arena.

Squalo.... had been devoured by a shark.

Their captain was ... gone...

Shock hung in the air, nobody truly knowing what to do or say, until a realisation dawned on some of them. Among them was someone who took this particular loss the hardest. Someone who just now witnessed a horrible personal tragedy.

Ava, the younger brother of Squalo, had just seen his brother get killed by a shark. The tension in the air became a different one as the temperature dropped and everyone just waited for Avas next movement. Everyone knew how incredibly skilled he was, but only few were aware of how much Squalos existance tethered Ava to sanity. Without Squalo there was no saying how the young boy would react. They had seen people who just as much as questioned or insulted Squalo, be almost sliced into pieces. They had seen Ava pace around the lobby whenever Squalo was longer out on missions. They had seen how close their relationship was despite them working as superior and subordinate. They all knew what this meant.

Sergey dared to lean towards Ava whose eyes were still glued to the screen. He seemed so lifeless the way he stood there absolutely unmoving, hardly even his breathing to be noticible.

"Ava...?" He carefully called out, as Lorenzo, close by already reached for his weapon, just in case of the worst.

"Squ... was-...."

There was a distant ringing and just a moment later someone stumbled into the room, phone in hand.

"It's Dino Cavallone!"

Sergey jumped up from his seat and ran towards the guy, snatching the phone right out of his hands to once again check who was on the other line.

One moment later he was next to Ava and held the phone towards him.

"Ava, it's the Cavallone boss-"

Without a word he grabbed the receiver and held it to his ear.

"Yes?" he asked in a deep voice, that felt like the calm before a storm.

"Ava, he is alive!! We got Squalo and are getting him into medical care right now!"

"Is that so?"

"Yes! Yes, Ava its me! I made sure my men would get a hold of your brother, so you dont need to-- he's alive, okay?!"

"And you are not lying to me?"

The whole room tensed for a second.

"No! Of course not, Ava! He will be fine, he's alive and we will take care of him, I promise! I won't-"

"Dino." Ava interrupted him, his voice dark and cold.

"I will trust your word. Please take good care of him. Ciao."

"Y-yes of cour-"

But Ava had already ended the call, arm hanging lose to the side, hand still wrapped around the telephone. Nobody dared to speak. Hardly anyone dared to even breath.

"That's... good news though, right? We can-"

"I'd actually like to be aone for a bit." Ava said quietly, barely audible, handing the phone to Sergey next to him and without giving a further look back to the Rain Division member that had talked to him, he left the room, any passing Varia member making way for the young boy with his head sunk low, that it was hard to make out his face.

Riddled with bad feelings Leo jumped from his position to go after Ava, but Sergey held him back.

"I know, Leo, but I don't think we can help him now. If anything we might just make it worse."

The halls were quiet now. Most people were probably still out and about reeling from the fight, they had just seen on the screen. But then again, there was no reason for anyone to be in this specific hall. After all the owners of these quarters were all out and wouldn't return for a good while.

The big windows in the hall were letting the moonlight in. It ws a clear night and the moon almost full. It would have be a serene and calming night, if it hadn't been for this fight. He felt a choking in his throat, his hand tightly grasping around the cold metal key in his hand before he quickened his pace to a fast walk to a certain door, unlocking the heavy wood and swinging the door open to enter.

As soon as he was inside he leaned against the door and felt his weight help it fall quicker into it's lock. Like that he stayed leaned against the door in a completely quiet room. Alone.

Alone.

Alone-

Tears struck his wide eyes, his body starting to tremble as he finally couldn't hold his emotions back anymore. His restricted throat let out a terribly hoarse sob, as the tears left his eyes like heavy raindrops. All strength left his body and he leaned back, head bumping against the wooden door as he slid it down, eventually sitting on the ground, his whole body shaking. His voice became a terirbly high pitched wail, when all of a sudden his throat unclogged and he started to painfully cry and sob. His voice echoed through the room, revirbrating from the walls and all encompasing him in the cold darkness, while he tried unsuccesfully to wipe his eyes that couldn't stop the tears. Everything hurt and unadulterated panic set into his bones. His brother- his only lifeline, his last bastion of sanity almost died in a sword duel. He was so far away right now and there was absolutely nothing he could do.

What was he supposed to do, other than completely shatter into pieces? He was completely helpless. There was nothing that could console him. Even Dinos call only managed to dull his existential panic. Right now Squalo was still not out of the worst. He was alive, but would he be able to be stable and recover? Would Dino be able to save him? Would he ever get his brother back?

Now that he knew that for now Squalo was a least alive, he was back to being that young boy, hiding in his small bedroom, crying into cushions so his uncle wouldn't find and hurt him. He was back to being a child, alone and abandoned by the only person that was truly still his family. 7 or 10 or 16, didn't matter. He was just a child left alone in this world with nothing else to hold onto. It was cold. So incredibly freezing cold and he could barely breath.

He sat there, on the ground, leaning back against the door, crying his lungs out of his body, wailing like a baby and nobody who'd hear and answer his cries. Squalo wouldn't come and dry his tears. Nobody would. So he remained there, crying, screaming and sobbing with only one deep wish.

Please come back! Supbi-- please--- please come back, brother! Don't leave me alone again! Don't leave me behind!

Outside the room Lorenzo couldn't move a muscle, just listen to the muffled cries he could make out just a few centimeters away from the door. All rooms were made almost perfectly noise cancelling, but Ava was still right at the door, crying his entire heart out. Of course he would hear something. He lifted his hand to knock, but then decided against it. There was nothing he could do. Nothing anyone could do to console the young boy. All that could help was if all of a sudden Squalo waltzed in and declared that he was perfectly fine. But other than that-- nothing. Lorenzo lowered his hand again and closed his eyes. It was painful to hear him so completely broken. Someone like Ava, with such bright eyes and such a soft smile should not have to experience something like this... He took a deep breath and pulled away from the door, making his way down the hall. At least... he knew Ava was still around and where to find him.

When Ava woke up his head hurt, his eyes felt crusty and his whole body was in pain. He had just fallen asleep mid crying, possibly from the mental exhaustion and slept in front of the door until the next morning. It felt weirdly surreal to wake up to the sun shining. Almost as if the night prior hadn't even happened.

I need to get to work...

Stiff and dissociative Ava stood up and left the room, locking the doors as he made his way almost slugishly towards the kitchen by pure instinct. He wasn't even hungry. It was just his daily routine. Kitchen, missionboard, briefing, work. Everyone he passed made way without saying anything. He didn't even care if they pitied him.

Going through the motions he entered the kitchen, hardly acknowledging Sergey and Leo, as he went to make himself a cup of tea. It was an automatism at this point.

"Hey... Morning, Ava."

"Morning.", he said emotionless and waited for the kettle to boil. It was completely quiet.

"Hey um--... Ava? Bruno said that he'll take you off schedule for today so you can.... relax a bit." Sergey said softly as if he was handling a tiny stry kitten.

So I am being pitied... They don't even think I can handle work... Then again maybe this is the best call. I might endanger someone else if I space out too much.

The kettle was done boiling and he took out a mug to put a teabag in and dowse it with hot water. Not how he'd usually make tea, but he had no energy for a proper brew. He took the cup to sit down at the bar, staring into the slowly colouring liquid, ignoring the seering heat from the mug that was burning his hands. His mind was completely blank. Not a single thought formed in his head. He just stared down into the mug and kept quiet. It felt like an eternity and at the same time only a minute before someone approached him and he looked up into Leos concerned face who placed a plate with a freshly made sandwich on the table, showing Ava a small note that read

"Eat at least something small"

"I'm not hungry, thank you." he said with a polite but empty smile, watching Leo flip the note around showing only one word.

Please

He didn't know what to answer. Leo had gone out of his way to properly prepare something for Ava to eat, he couldn't just keep denying his effort. Even if he was still pretty new to their organisation Leo had already proven himself to be a very nice and caring person. He wasn't trying to boss Ava around, he knew this much. it was pure and honest worry for a colleague.

"Thank you." Ava said finally and seeing a small smile spread on Leos face, as he watched Ava take the sandwich and take a small bite. Despite how delicious it was, it was weirdly tasteless to him. It looked like all of his senses had dulled.

"God damn can someone remove that depressed toddler from the premises?" Ava didn't need to look up to know he was being adressed by someone. From the sound of it it was a rather obnoxious guy from the lightning division.

"So your oh so holy big brother lost and got chomped by a shark, big deal, cry me a fucking river, at least this way officer Levi will finally become the bosses right hand-"

Sergey had explosively pushed himself from leaning against the nearest counter, stomping over to the guy and grabbing him by his hair, pulling him outside under strong protest and struggle that died down outside.

Ava took his hands away from the mug and got up.

"I'm sorry. I've lost all apetite. I will be taking my leave.," he said in a hushed voice and left the kitchen, not even acknowledging how Sergey was choking out the lightning division member. He was so tired. He just wanted to sleep and never wake up again. Or at least not until his brother had returned home. He made his way back to the room, only halting for a second when he noticed a bottle of water next to the door. Someone... knew he was staying here and was looking out for him.

But he ignored it and simply entered the room again, letting the doors fall into the lock, before he placed his forehead against the intricate wood. It smelled like cedar. It was such a weirdly nostalgic smell even though he barely remembered his past.

He didn't remember their mother or their father, barely even his own brother. But he clearly remembered one thing. One moment that had driven him to become versed with a sword and follow his brothers footsteps, to find him and stay by his side. His eyes watered again and he pushed himself away from the door. Finally he took off his old clothes and went to the closet to see what he could find. He noticed a long sleeved grey shirt and took it ut to put it on, feeling a form of comfort in how much bigger it was on his body and kept his own boxers before he checked the nightstand for any painkillers. Then he flushed a high dose down with some sink water and layed down in the big bed. The matress was so much harder than his own. But it was okay. He was exhausted and he wanted to just drown in the familiar and soothing scent that was at least calming him down somewhat.

When Squalo woke up in the hospital he felt his entire body aching with a dull pain. He knew this sort of feeling. He was on strong painkillers. breathing was a struggle with how much it hurt and he could hardly even groan. What had even happened? He looked around a bit and noticed a very familiar figure. Romario? What the hell is he doing he-

Suddenly it came back to him. The ring battles, his fight with the sword kid, his loss and--- his blinding pride-

Ava!

He tried to get up, groaning in pain, the machines he was stuck to blaring loudly. The door opened and a familiar voice grounded him back.

"What are you doing?! You're too injured to move like that yet!"

Dino.

Of course. The bucking bronco always had to get himself involved in matters he had no buisness in. Still. Right now Squalo was glad to see the other. His speaking was restricted, but he managed to make out one simple name.

"A-....va--...."

Dino closed his eyes and exhaled annoyed.

"Finally. Honestly, I almost thought you had completely lost your mind from that strike to your head. What were you thinking?! You knew he was watching that fight!"

That's not what I need to know!

Squalo tried to move again.

"Stop it. You're just going to make your condition all the worse. Of course I called him right away and told him that you're alive. We both know that if I didn't--" He didn't finish the thought. They both were very aware of how fragile Avas mental stability was when it came to his brothers safety and wellbeing.

What was I thinking... throwing my life away... Even though it's my pride as a swordsman, to do something like this to Ava--

He managed to look towards Dino. His speech was significantly impaired and it took all he had to stay conscious enough to talk and form thoughts, but it was enough for the moment.

"I.... owe.... you...."

"You certainly do. I can't believe you'd do this to him. If I didn't anticipate you being reckless again-"

"Get... me.... back.... to.... italy...."

Dino stared at Squalo with surprise, but caught himself.

"I can't do that. Not yet. Ava knows you're alive, and I can tell him that you woke up. But I can't just let you go, Squalo. You have to answer a few things first-"

"Fine.", he said in a hushed tone, shocking Dino with his compliance.

"Just... make... sure... I'll... be able... to... go... back...."

Dino wasn't entirely sure what Squalo meant by that, but to him it was obvious. If he survived this there was a good chance that Xanxus would gun for his head. And in turn endanger Ava with this. Only someone with the power that Dino had could ensure that at least Ava would be save from that lunatics wrath.

"Allright. But you need to rest now. I don't want to call Ava and tell him that you're dying again, because you refused to rest and recover."

It was almost a month before the officers and the boss returned to Varia HQ. Things had gone their usual tempo for a while now. There was nothing newsworthy and everyone kept quiet about the ring battles. Nobody dared to utter a word. Some knew that mentioning one specific fight would get half the rain division on your neck, some held their tongue not to speak of the revelations and end of the sky ring battle. Squalo was the one that returned last, having had to be treated off premises for his wounds.

When he returned however it was almost insultingly quiet. His division was working as usual and while everyone seemed thrilled that he was back, they all exchanged strange glances. More than anything else however, he was surprised that one person specifically hadn't waited at the doors for his arrival.

Slugishly he entered the breakroom, seeing Sergey and Ava sit at the table over reports. Ser looked up a wide grin on his face as he jumped up from his seat.

"Captain! You're back!"

At the loud exclaim Ava looked up and towards the door. Squalo lifted his hand in greeting.

"Yo."

He had expected Ava to jump up in joy, throw over the chair and hug him tightly as he welcomed Squalo back- but none of that. Instead Ava smiled politely.

"Welcome back, Captain. How are you feeling?"

Even Sergey was surprised at this reaction, staring in disbelief at Ava, who looked back towards the papers.

"We're almost done with our reports for today and will give them to Bruno right away."

".... Right."

Something was definitely off.

"Say, Ava, I need to talk to you in private, would you come with me for a second?"

"Of course, Captain."

Sergey simply watched as Ava got up and followed Squalo, unsure what to make of Avas behavior.

All while they walked towards Squalos room it was quiet. Ava didn't engage in conversation, didn't break the usual polite distance you'd have to your superior and didn't do anything that would be out of the ordinary, which in itself was not normal. Finally they reached Squalos room and he unlocked the door, letting Ava in first, while he followed.

As soon as Squalo had entered as well and the door fell into it's lock Ava jumped towards him, arms wrapped tightly around Squalos torso, clinging to his back and pressing his face into his brothers chest.

Of course he wouldn't be unaffected.

But somehow seeing Ava cling to him so tightly calmed Squalo down. He didn't lose his emotions. He had been traumatized, but at least he hadn't become completely closed off in his emotions. The sensation of wetness right around his chest, hit Squalo and he noticed the terrible shaking of Avas body, his own body softening. Despite the pain from his still lasting injuries, he wrapped his arms back around his younger brother and held him close, so he truly would feel it. The tight embrace made Ava choke on a sob, before he finally allowed himself to openly cry.

"I'm so sorry for scaring you, Ava.", Squalo said softly, stroking gently over Avas head, treating him like the child he still was with barely 16 years old. He leaned down to give him a kiss on his light blue hair- their mothers haircolor, and kept him close. Everything else could fuck off and wait. The Boss, the organisation- the entire world could fuck right off for the rest of the day. All that was important right now was for him to be a big brother and reassure Ava that he wouldn't leave him all of a sudden.

"I'm back home, Ava. I promise I won't leave you behind again. Ever."

[seaoftheworst]

@burikubato sent: "It is you I cannot sacrifice." (Whitebeard for Ace.)

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts from the TV show “Bridgerton”, feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)

It wasn't right. Pops was far more valuable to the crew than Ace ever could be, and this was his price to pay. He made the mistake of underestimating Teach, he disobeyed and went after the traitor. It was not fair that Pops fight to correct his mistake, to prevent him from being executed. I'm not worth a war. "Pops. Please." I'm not worth anything.

[enjomo-arch]

I think about this scene a normal amount

[marinehero-a]

Every time I think ab the Monkey family...... hero of the marines, leader of the revolutionary army, and that supernova rookie/yonko looking kid,

[saetoshis]

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ON DUTY | kaiju no. 8 headcanons

⋆୨୧˚ WITH: ichikawa reno ; hoshina soshiro ; gen narumi

⋆୨୧˚ SUMMARY: where and how they like to fuck you on-base!

⋆୨୧˚ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS:

fem reader, exhibitionism, suit play [?], oral f. receiving, creampie, pet names [baby, pretty girl], MDNI.

⋆୨୧˚ ICHIKAWA RENO

one thing about reno is his ability to be sly when he needs to. thinking outside the box, considering enemy moves one step ahead - he can truly be sneaky. that might be why he so easily came up with a plan to sneak out after lights-out just to meet up with you. he found an empty office, making sure patrols or cameras were nowhere to be found.

"shh, little quieter, okay?" reno mutters under his breath as he presses his palm over your mouth gently, his other hand having two fingers buried inside your needy pussy. you're so close together, having only a cramped space to do this; your legs wrap around his waist as you sit on the desk, chest pressed up against his. "just moan into my hand, yeah, like that."

"h-hard to be quiet when you're- mm- going so hard," you whimper out airily into his hand, your head reeling back when he fucks his fingers into you a certain way. your thighs shudder around him, and you can feel his cock growing harder each second he's pressed up against you. your arms wrap around his neck, fingers flitting through his hair erratically.

"gonna put it in now, 'kay?" reno pants out in need as he replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding in languidly and savoring each and every desperate enclosure of your cunt around him. he moans out a small 'fuck' when he starts to rut his hips, letting them merge into a quick rhythm that has you clinging onto him and whimpering against his big shoulder. "f-fuck, baby... feels so good. want you to cum on my dick, yeah."

the two of you are so lost in ecstasy that you don't realize the rhythmic bump of the desk against the wall, desperately attempting to muffle each other's moans and mews as you get closer and closer. with a heavy final rut and a shuddered moan out loud, you both are sent reeling in pleasure as you make a mess of each other. reno tries to catch his breath, coming to with a small gasp, "fuck, do you think anybody heard? i should find a better place next time..."

⋆୨୧˚ HOSHINA SOSHIRO

hoshina isn't one for breaking the rules necessarily, or even one to slack off while on the clock - but tonight was different. it was unbelievably late, the whole third division command center was essentially empty, and all kaiju within a ten mile radius were silent on the radar. maybe he could get away with it...

he doesn't even bother slipping out of his anti-kaiju suit before he's lifting you onto the control panel counter, lips pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses along the crook of your neck. all he can think about is how dirty it feels to fuck you where anybody could walk in at any moment. "wanna try somethin' new i've been thinkin' about."

"huh?" you query between heavy panted breaths, slipping your thighs further apart on either side of his hips to accommodate him. you both watch closely as his fingers slowly remove your suit, wandering your waist, then your hips, then your panties. all hoshina mutters along the shell of your ear is a rasped, "i'll show you what."

you finally start to put two and two together when he unzips his own tight-fitted suit, yet keeps it on his body as he presses the head of his cock against the wet spot on your panties. he languidly slips the fabric to the side, letting out a low grunt as he presses his forehead against yours when he ruts forwards. "fuck- wanna see how much you can take with the suit on. you can handle it, can't ya?"

you nod eagerly, already letting out little whines in time with each heavy rock of his hips. it already feels more intense than usual, and he hasn't even put much force into it. you shudder when he picks up the pace, his muscles tautening each time he ruts harder in succession. it's when his hands grip at your thighs and he fucks a bit rougher that you're whimpering out behind your hand in an attempt to stay quiet. "shh- that's it, take it. think you can lemme work up to 50% tonight?"

⋆୨୧˚ GEN NARUMI

narumi doesn't have a problem playing it a little risky, especially when it comes to work. he'd rather laze around as long as possible before he has to get suited up - but backwardly, he also has no problem taking his time fucking you on a time crunch, either.

"narumi, aren't you supposed to start patrol in like, 5 minutes?" you pant out between strained whimpers, trying so hard not to get sucked into his explorative touches and tantalizing kisses. you hold back a shudder when his hand drags up your shirt, circling your nipple and watching it eagerly harden under his fingers. "can't be doing this right now..."

"don't care," he sneers and flashes you an obstinate, yet enigmatic look in his eyes as he slips your shirt upwards. he has you lay on your back as he dips his head down your chest, leaving flicks of his tongue and panted kisses on your tits. it's when his fingers start rubbing between your thighs that you start to cave, feeling a pressure building in your body. narumi looks back up at you, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "wan' you to cum all over my face before i leave. not gonna suit up 'til you do, pretty girl."

"that's so irresponsible-" you start, cut off by a shivered gasp when he slips your shorts and panties off and buries his face between your legs. his tongue swipes along your clit as his fingers dig into the plushness of your hips, little groans leaving his mouth as he tastes and tastes until he's satisfied. knowing him, it'll take a while before he is. "p-please, narumi, they're gonna yell at you."

"don't care. think they're gonna fire me? their strongest captain? nahh," narumi sneers before returning his tongue back to your clit, sucking and rolling his tongue against it over and over again. he knows you're close, he knows how your body works. it's when he uses his fingers to curl against that spot in your walls that he's moaning out, 'cum for me, cum for me, yeah', and watching you shudder as you release all the pent-up stress from your week. a voice sounds over his receiver, barking orders for him to hurry to command center. he sighs, "i know, i know. i'm on the way now."

he turns off the mic again, his little grin coming back to his face. "see? got it done in five minutes, didn't i? better wait for when i get back, yeah? not done with you just yet."

2024 SAETOSHIS. do not copy/repost.

[xamaxenta]

summer scorcher ☀️ stay hydrated 💦

its a shame I couldn’t share him on my bday but in reality im glad I didn’t rush the process

Please enjoy the grand lines most sexy but useless lifeguard in existence bc he cannot swim 🥰

[mallomars]

One piece

[clare-875]

Habits of Touch pt.2 (Ace, Law, Shanks)

_____ Pairings: (Separate) Ace x Reader; Law x Reader; Shanks x Reader Summary: His favorite time/way to share physical affection with you. Warnings: Fluff, Slightly suggestive, alcohol Notes: The above images do NOT belong to me, Female Reader [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 1] _____

- Ace - Long days and Warm Hugs

When Ace loves it’s like you’re almost blessed with the comfort of a warm blanket wherever you may go. No matter if you had the most fulfilling or horrid day, Ace will seek you out; seek out your smaller form that also blesses him with a comfort only you could provide. You could hardly deny the man. How could you say no, when all you see is that wide, warm smile. How could you resist the hold he so easily provides, especially on days that seem to have no end. His hands were always gentle, his arms always wrapped around you tight. It was a sense of security and safety you would find yourself turning to every moment of your life. Ace loved it. Deprived of love in his early life, he now craves the ease at which you provide affection within his embrace. You gave a sort of comfort and a sort of love that he thought he would never find in his lifetime, but there you were every day of his life, so alluring and so utterly perfect. He adored your sweet scent that filled him as he went to embrace you. He adored your breathless laugh that reached his ears as he swung you around suddenly in his arms. He adored your gleaming eyes as you turned to him, full of devotion.

If he could, he would never let go.

Ace didn't see anything wrong with PDA, you were his and he was yours, and he would make sure that the whole world knew. Even as crew members often teased and laughed at his love-lorn state, all he could hear were your endearing words and laughter and joy. So even as his friends grinned provocatively all they would receive were passive words to leave the both of you be, they would never receive his eyes though, they were locked solely on you in his embrace. The times when your form meant most to him, however, were on long and draining days that made fatigue creep up on him. On days that maybe didn't go the way he hoped, or on days when darker thoughts swept the depths of his mind, you were the only one who could get him out of his forlorn state. Even his crewmates knew of this and sought you out whenever they saw the second division commander lose his usual lustre for life and adventure. He would do the same for you. You adored how his murmured words and you, buried within him were all you needed to lose sight of a long and tiring day.

If you could, you would stay in his arms for eternity.

"[y/n]~" His breath is mumbled into your form as warm hands inch their way slowly around your body. Suddenly you are engulfed by his arms and his heat and the scent of him. You laugh gently as he buries his head deep into the crook of your neck and breaths you in, while you reach your arms around his larger stature too. "Babe, 'm tired." You smile at his drowsy words and the childish charm that reached him after a long day. However, before you can reply, your world is suddenly turning as Ace falls to the bed by his side, pulling you with him as he does. You let out a slight gasp but he merely holds you tighter and you are trapped within him. "Let's stay here a while." You barely have any time to reply to his uttered words as he drifts to sleep, at peace knowing you are in his arms. "You'll be the death of me Portgas D. Ace." You say with a sigh, but your smile lingers within your words and his smile grows even in his sleep.

- Law - Late nights and Caresses

The entire crew knows of Law’s incessant need to be working until the early hours of the morning. The late nights spent on whatever research or stressors he deals with often taint his eyes dull and dark with lack of sleep. However, the crew also knows of the one cure to his constant exhaustion, the one cure to the irritation that brims throughout the day or evening and the headache he often harbours. You. If there’s anything Law craves more than peace from his thoughts, it is your touch that gives him that peace. Your fingers that carve through his hair are heavenly and as he is blessed by the ease of your touch, you are blessed by the sight of him in love. He wonders how a simple caress can rid of the stress he thought was endless as Captain of his crew, but your hands were divine as they raked through his hair. You were the centre to all he sought, and whenever he saw that the stress that lingered caught onto you too, he would find himself doing the same. During late nights when you needed comfort, his strong hands would carve themselves through your hair, providing release from a long and tiring day. However, Law would be lying if he were to say he didn't prefer it the other way around. He loved the way you provided comfort and care in silent recognition of his turmoil and the silent movement of your hands.

Tonight was no different.

You hear the creak of the door and look up from atop your bed unsurprised to see the dishevelled man that walks through it. It had been about an hour since you had last checked up on him, and now it was late into the evening, evident by the exhausted man before you. You sigh half-heartedly, slightly in concern, slightly in exasperation at how you can not get him to stop overworking himself. He groans as he quickly goes about the room getting ready for bed, and once he does, he all but collapses to your side. You put down the book you had been lazily skimming and turn to the man who is now lying next to you, eyes already closed. But you see the stress that still lingers, creeping up to him. Your hand moves as if on instinct to his soft raven locks, and your fingers gently thread through his hair. Almost instantly you see his reaction, as the etches of his face finally relax as though finally at peace. You continue and he moves into your gentle movements letting out a low hum of contentment. You smile at the sight of his ease, but, you then feel his fingers gently take your hand and you look down, surprised to see he has turned to you, his grey eyes looking at yours.

He guides you down to his side, and suddenly you are beside him, lying down and facing him, your book forgotten on the bedside table. You meet his gaze, surprised to see the deep emotion that shows itself in the late hours of the evening. His face is soft, and your hand still reaches out to him, caressing the depths of his hair. Momentarily you see his eyes close but one hand is still wrapped loosely around your free one. "Good night, love," he mutters, drowsy words almost slurred out to you. You feel your lips upturn at his gentle words and actions. "Good night Law, I love you." You are surprised further when before you drift off to your own sleep, you hear the same devotion softly muttered back to you.

- Shanks - Drinks and Waists

Shanks often finds himself among his crew, laughing and drinking as another day of success brings about another reason to celebrate. His allies also know this well, as oftentimes times when old friends would come by, they find themselves enraptured by the red-haired pirates' lustre for a party. However, unbeknownst to them, Shanks is never satisfied by the drink in his hand, never satisfied by the thrumming of music or the laughter of comrades unless a certain someone graced him with their presence. That someone? You. Unlike the allies that may come to join in on their celebrations the crew know of this all too well. Once alcohol has touched Shank’s bloodstream it only takes an instant for his eyes to wonder and his voice to call for you through the crowd. He will sulk like a child if you are not there beside him to celebrate the night with him. No matter how important the guests at the party were, or what occasion they were raising a beer to, his utmost priority was making sure you were by his side, his hands on your waist.

"Babe~" You smell the taint of alcohol on his lips as his hands roam to your waist before you are gently guided to his lap. You sigh and turn to your partner, who now has a slightly pink tint on his cheeks. "Shanks, I thought I told you, no more." You try to pry away the drink he looks to but you are surprised when he lets you move it away from him so easily. Instead he starts causing you to fluster as he places gentle kisses on your neck and pulls you tighter to him. "S-Shanks." Your words tremble in the air but he continues to hold you around your waist, and you are now almost straddling him. "Hmm, don't worry so much." His words are slurred against your form as you roll your eyes, but when you look up to meet his gaze, you are surprised to see them clear, as though sober. "You are beautiful, do you know that?" He whispers to you in the quiet of the slowly dying crowds within the bar. Your eyes widen momentarily at the sincerity of his words but you gently smile, caressing his hair as he thumbs gently circles against your hips. "Only because you remind me, like every minute of the day," you say teasingly, and are pleased to see the rising of red in his face at your words; the captain of the Red Haired Pirates, putty in your hands.

"Allow me to remind you, once again darling."

His words are uttered gently before you meet his lips with yours, the lingering alcohol now meeting you fully but doing nothing to betray your trust in his gently murmured words. By the end of the night, you are unsurprised to have to almost haul the Captain back to the ship, but his hands are still wrapped around your waist and pulling you close. "I love you, do you know that?" He whispers to you so bluntly and suddenly in the depths of the cool evening, it makes soft laughter erupt from within you. "Only because you tell me, every second of the day," you say softly, as the two of you finally make your way to where the ship is harboured. He then turns to you, eyebrows almost furrowed as he turns to you. "And you? Do you love me too?" He asks so softly and almost hesitantly, that you are caught off guard. You turn to his sincere but drunken gaze, still held tight next to him. You smile as your hand caresses his face gently. "Of course I love you." A grin enraptures his face before he leans onto you heavily, and you let out a heavy sigh knowing the alcohol has now lured him to sleep.

Just what will you do with him?

_____ @trinitrinitrini

[lady-lauren]

❥ PORTGAS D. ACE X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.9k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: ~surprise~ he's the virgin, experienced reader, face sitting, praise, use of "good boy", creampie, Ace goes pussy drunk but who can blame him

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“Have you eaten pussy before, pretty boy?” 

The rosy pink that blooms around his freckles tells you no. Your sheets stick to the sheen of sweat across Ace’s skin, his tattoos glowing in the lamplight. His brows are pinched as he fists his hard cock, twitching against his stomach as he tugs from base to leaking tip. 

“Bet you taste so good,” he offers a classic grin, tongue sweeping over his canine as dark eyes stare at the naked juncture between your legs. 

Convincing the charming second division commander to let you…teach him was a more difficult task than you expected. He’s still shielding innocence behind bravado. No one else on the crew knows he’s a virgin—he only told you after one too many at the bar, when your hand started tugging on his belt and his face flushed red beneath the shadow of his hat.

It took weeks of gentle prodding and lustful teasing to fully wind your siren song.

You grip his chin, pressing your mouth to his in a greedy kiss that has him groaning. His lips are soft, plump and hot, so comfortably melding into your movements, slanting and sucking and whimpering. He’s a quick learner, so happy to please.

Quickly, you replace your mouth with a thigh, Ace’s warm lips ghosting across your skin as you settle your hips above his face. The view of him is immaculate, all perfectly carved muscle and his fat cock drooling between thick thighs.

Strong arms lock around your legs, eager to bring your wet cunt to his mouth and lick a testing, teasing hot stripe between your folds. 

“Easy,” you gasp when he presses the tip of his tongue to your swollen clit, “I don’t wanna smother—”

“I’ll die happy,” he pulls your weight farther down, shoving his face between the fat of your thighs. 

“Slow,” you rock your hips over his mouth, lashes fluttering as he listens and gives you several long, languid rolls of his tongue through your folds, “just like that, yeah.”

Ace hums at the praise, cock jumping and begging for attention. 

Big hands bruise your hips and thighs as he grips you for dear life, groaning and pulling like he’s going mad beneath you.

“Use your tongue on my cl—” he acts before you hit the last consonant, making your tummy flutter as he swirls sloppily around your clit. 

“So messy,” Ace mumbles into your pussy, slurping and sucking against your swollen bud. Your thighs shake as you moan, pressing your hands against his plush chest to gain balance.

“You like the taste of my messy pussy, Ace?” your words are breathy, losing their edge as webs of pleasure start to crawl underneath your skin. 

“Fuck yeah, taste better than I dreamed,” his affirmation vibrates to your very core.

Your vision blurs with bliss, yet you can still make out his dripping cock, swollen red and weeping and begging for release against the black, downy hair of his stomach. Sticky pre-cum leaks from his flushed head, pooling into his skin as his cock bobs for you. 

His cock is so tempting, veiny and fat and just the perfect length to make a girl scream. How he’s kept to himself for so long, you’ll never know.

“Oh, you’re so, so good,” you moan and jerk your hips from his ministrations, “put your tongue in me, please.”

You feel the way he grins at your plea, wicked and self-satisfied. His tongue is slow to leave your clit, laving against it with too-hot, too-teasing flat licks. Then he presses his tongue against your tight hole, gathering your slick onto his tongue before pushing into you.

“Oh, oh fuck,” your legs start to tremble as his tongue thrusts up inside of you, “fuck, fuck, fuck that’s so good,” it’s all a messy whisper, just hot air into the dimly lit room.

Ace dutifully fucks you with his tongue, groaning and grunting into your wetness. His cheeks squish against your thighs, freckles smothered with slick. He’s quick and eager, breath hot as he drowns in you.

“Good boy, oh god, yes.” 

Praise makes him shiver, makes his hips buck as his cock searches for you.

But then his tongue is back to soothing over your wet hole, lapping slowly and pulling you away from the churning coil within your belly.

“Please,” his voice is muffled by your cunt, wet lips moving against your folds, “p-please, wanna feel you on my cock. Your pussy’s so soft.” 

Oh, that breaks you. He’s so good, he deserves to know what it feels like to have a woman wrapped around his pretty cock.

“Okay, okay, baby,” he moans at the pet name, kissing your cunt and slipping his tongue over your clit as you pull yourself from his hold. 

The look in his eyes is desperate as you straddle his hips, spit-slick pussy rubbing against his aching cock. 

“You ready?” you ask softly, leaning forward to brush long, dark hair from his face.

His bold front cracks as he grasps your hips, rutting the underside of his dick into your folds.

“Fuck, yes, please—” 

Air is stuck in his throat as you line his tip to your entrance, popping his fat head into your heat. 

“Oh god.” Ace groans and rolls his head back against the pillow.

“Watch, baby, watch how your cock stretches me.”

Obeying, his thick neck tilts up so his eyes can latch onto where you begin to sink down. 

You take it slow, gummy walls sucking him in inch-by-inch. You take note of how pleasure twists his face, makes him hiss and his pupils dilate. 

“So tight, holy fuck, your pussy is so hot.”

The stretch of him makes your eyes roll, feeling so full as you finally seat yourself on his cock. He’s so sensitive, cock throbbing and hips bucking like he’ll explode at any moment. 

“We’ll go slo—”

“No, no,” Ace sits up in a flash, shocking you as his arms lock around your back, trapping you to his chest, “I-I need more, need to feel, ah,” he grunts as the shift in position has his cockhead knocking into your depths, “more.”

He’s crude in the way he thrusts up into you, hard and fast. You moan and it keeps him going, crushing you against him as he buries his face in your neck. 

“Feels so fucking good, oh my god, baby, I—” he loses his words to pleasure, groaning as he starts a sloppy pace. He’s needy, clawing at your skin, kissing your throat.

“Oh Ace, mhm, you like the feel of me?”

“Never felt something so good in my fucking life.”

Desperately he pushes you down onto the bed, gripping the back of your knees as he uses his strength to thrust into your cunt. He’s wild above you, sweat dripping down his forehead and jaw clenched as he chases a new high. 

You mewl at the position, back arching as you reach for his thighs, pulling him into you.

“T-this okay? Am I hurting you?”

“Don’t stop, baby, keep going.”

You moan as he puts more weight on his hands, rolling your hips back.

The purr in his chest makes your lashes flutter, ecstasy rippling down to where he thrusts hard between your legs. Your pussy squishes around him, a thick vein on the underside of his cock pressing hotly to your walls.

You’re already so close to the edge from sitting on his face, clit puffy as his pelvis pushes into you. He slows down a bit, catching his breath and just grinding himself into your heat. 

Ace whines, overwhelmed as he searches for some kind of absolution in your cunt. 

“Does that feel good?” he releases your knees and leans over your body, fisting the hair at the nape of your neck as he presses a messy kiss to your mouth. 

“So good, you feel so good. Go faster, rub my clit, see what it feels like when I cum.”

“Yeah,” he moans as he sits back on his knees, eyes transfixed on the thick ring of cream you’ve left around his base, “gonna make you cum.”

Having a goal kicks him into a new gear, makes his hips move with a purpose and steady quick pace. 

Ace paws at your bouncing tits, thumbs rolling over your nipples and pinching when they harden. His touch is clumsy and a bit delicate and it makes you hot. 

He’s never felt a woman like this before, never lost himself into the chaos of bliss. 

You’re his first and that does something wild to your ego. To have a man like Ace beg for you, to be able to teach him how to fuck you, it all makes your head spin.

A big hand smoothes down your stomach, pausing right at where you spread around him. 

He takes a few moments to keep barreling into you, getting high off the sounds you make. 

“How should I…?”

“Thumb,” you gasp right as he hits a good spot within you, “circle your thumb over—”

You whimper as he listens to your demand, the thick pad of his thumb swirling over your clit in tight, fast circles. 

“Fuck! That’s it, so good, right there, yes!” 

You’re sure the thin walls can’t keep your screams to themselves, but you’re past a point of caring. Your focus is solely on the liquid heat building where Ace’s thumb rubs against you, lightning and shivers racing down your spine. Your legs go limp and your hands twist in the sheets, hips slamming over his cock as you chase the falling edge of pleasure.

“God you’re so fucking hot, wanna feel your pussy cum, baby. Wanna feel you get so fucking tight and milk my dick.”

The mouth on this man. You knew he’d be vocal but his words make you drunk, dizzy. A whiplash of his naive confidence. 

He keeps tight circles on your clit, his other hand reaching down to cup your ass and slide his thumb next to where his cock spears into your folds. He spreads you there, like he’s curious to see what happens, to see how your pussy reacts and feels. The extra tug makes you feel fuller, wetter as he smears your slick.

“Come on,” he’s starting to falter a bit, cock throbbing, “come on, cum for me, please, please cum for me.” 

His pleading throws you off the cliff, makes your cunt clamp down around him and wring every ounce of pleasure from your body. He bullies in one last thrust, creating a fresh, euphoric jolt splinter down your body. 

Your eyes open just in time to watch Ace come undone, head thrown back as he empties his balls into your tight pussy. His muscular chest rises and falls slowly, cheeks so pink he looks sun kissed. He’s pretty all blissed out, yet so powerful above you.

“You okay?”

Your voice is a little hoarse as you grab his attention, his eyes shining down on you with a mixture of curiosity and delight.

“Wanna do that again,” he groans and lays over you, wrapping his arms around your body and keeping his messy cock lodged deep inside of you, “want you to show me all the positions.” 

“All of them? There’s so many—”

“You promised to teach me, baby. And I bet I can make you cum every time.”

You know better than to bet against him.

[straws-and-sunflowers]

Everyone look at pookie.😊