#warning shirtless pirate

[inktober-of-a-fan-girl]

Day 11: Jason Isaacs

So this is my favourite version. Since seeing it, I own a copy of it, I make fan art of it, and I have fanfiction based on it….It is the one I dream of when I see Captain Hook. I also have @oh-my-favourite-piratee which has a lot of this version sliding into it.

It is from 2003.

This is mostly just a rant about why I love this version…

This movie is mentioned later in the inktober too.

More in Keep Reading.

Peter Pan directed by P. J. Hogan (2003), is an authorized live-action movie adaptation. This version is notable for its directness in addressing the romantic elements between Peter (Jeremy Sumpter) and Wendy (Rachel Hurd-Wood). Captain Hook was portrayed by Jason Isaacs (who also plays the role of Mr. Darling), and Tinker Bell was played by Ludivine Sagnier. The $100 million film boasted state-of-the-art special effects by ILM and took nearly a year to produce in Australia, but was not a financial success for Universal Studios (USA/France/English countries) and Columbia Pictures.

It didn't become a financial success because...

Peter Pan had the misfortune of being released a week before another fantasy book adap - a little film called The Lord Of The Rings: The Return Of The King. This means audiences saved their pennies for that trilogy closer, and Pan only made $122m worldwide on its $130m budget.

To me, Lord of the Rings is another rabbit hole but it came after Peter Pan.

This is the beautiful version of Captain James Hook we got, played by Jason Isaacs. Blue-eyed, with long black hair and facial hair plus he has his hook on his right-hand cause the actor is trained in sword-play with both hands.

This is what fans are comparing live actions to cause Captain Hook here has the right amount of everything to him. I don't think the new version (with Jude Law) will come close…but we will see. Tumblr and Youtube with the trailer here:

has videos and gifs like this cause it is a fan favourite.

It is what made Captain Hook turn into a sexy bad boy. (Spotify has a playlist with this version as a cover). I mean I feel I agree with this when thinking of this version. This is probably why…

...who's idea was that?

Granted I was like 5 years old in theatres when I saw this. Why did 5-year-old Emily see this in theatres? Cause she asked her dad and he said yes.

Also, I spy the Eton crest (talked more about in my @music-meme-of-365-days)

Then he plays the piano (technically it is a harpsichord) for Wendy in this version and also sings. And also this caused so much older Wendy Darling x Captain Hook fanfiction/fan art/etc (looking at @darlinghooklove-blog and bloggers of that group) to appear and I get why so I have a blog called @emily-s-otp for more Captain Hook x Wendy Darling stuff.

This version has a theme about Wendy growing up/learning about herself and it seems creepy when you think about it, due to him playing her father. This is probably why Jason Isaacs is unsure about it.

Now thinking about it, I know this was part of my sexual awaking as a teen (cause I saw it again as a teenager…and many times after…)

Speaking of Spotify, it only recently readded this version to it…just as Netflix removed it. (Like why? Add it back again)

also this song from the trailer…

I might keep hunting for stuff relating to this...or finding a Tumblr post like this...

This connects into another inktober...guess who?

Also, ratings for this come up this...

IMDb - 6.8/10

Rotten Tomato - 77%

Common Sense - 4/5

I wish they were better.

Also, Jason Isaacs has mixed feelings about it. Someone tell him that "You are born to play Captain Hook." cause it is true and many fans agree.

Also there is an extra that I need to show you.

Jason Isaac probably did have fun making this movie....this video proves it.

I think he did a lot part of the documentary for this movie.

Also, this has more than one thing with the person who plays Peter Pan:

Just look up Jeremy for more. (this channel has a lot of him.)

He and Rachel did a Neville Longbottom on us.

So there is that article with Jason Isaacs part saying:

Apart from giving no fucks on Twitter, Jason has also appeared in the likes of Harry Potter and Star Trek. You've probably never heard of them.

…Jason Isaacs also does that apparently. I meant the "no fucks on Twitter" part, and not the others.

https://twitter.com/jasonsfolly

…this is his username. Just look at the bio. No fucks here.

TV tropes are another go-to for me and this movie.

[lanadelnegan]

Ghost - Part 1

Negan x Glenn’sSister!Reader

Summary: You escaped Alexandria to mourn the death of your twin brother, Glenn, only to have an unforgettable night with the man who killed him.

Warnings: 18+, smut, dry humping, heavy making out, mentions of family death

Idea requested by anon. Thank you 🫶 song inspo here

It's been one month since the lineup - the day Negan took my twin brother's life. I left Alexandria the moment Maggie returned and told me what happened to Glenn. I wasn't there there for the line up, and I hate myself for it. I could've convinced Negan to kill me instead. My brother had a family, a wife, a baby on the way. Much more to offer this world than me.

I've never seen Negan or his men. I know nothing about him, except that he's going to regret taking Glenn from me. Because I've made it my life's mission to destroy him. Even if I have to go down with him.

But for now, I needed an escape and time to mourn, so I found an abandoned cabin nearby to stay in for a while. A few things were left there by the previous residents - enough to get me by for at least a couple months. The cabin is hidden in the middle of the woods, which is probably why no one has found me all this time. Until now.

It was just getting dark and starting to storm after I settled on the couch to read a book. I fell asleep moments later, listening to the rain pour when the sound of the front door creaking open startled me. Before I could get up to grab my gun, a tall man in a soaked leather jacket entered and closed the door behind him. I was frozen to the couch when I locked eyes with him.

“You here alone?” He asked.

I nodded before realizing that was a stupid thing to admit to a stranger that could easily kill me on the spot. “Um, for now. My husband should be back soon.” I lied.

He chuckled, nodding his head like he didn’t believe me. “Well darlin, I didn’t mean to scare you. Just need a place to stay for the night before I head home. I promise I’m not a threat.” He flashed his pretty, white teeth at me.

“I’m supposed to believe that? You’re a complete stranger.”

He sighed like I annoyed him before reluctantly taking his gun out of his pants and kicking it towards me on the floor. His hair was black, slicked back and dripping with water. Oh, and he was stupidly handsome.

“Fine. You can take the couch.”

He nodded appreciatively, setting his bag down by the front door. “Got a shower?”

“Bathrooms down the hall to your right.”

He nodded again before making his way to the bathroom and I exhaled a long breath. This was the first human interaction I've had since leaving Alexandria two weeks ago. It felt strange being in the presence of someone alive.

Realizing he would need something to change into after his shower, I gathered some men's clothes out of the dresser from my bedroom and went to lay them on the floor outside of the bathroom. Just as I was placing them down, the bathroom door opened, clouding my vision with steam. He stood before me shirtless with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I blushed. “Oh, my bad. Was just going to drop these here for you.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He took them out of my hand, grinning down at me.

My eyes wandered down his wet torso, following the drops of water that lead from the black pirate tattoo on his pecs to the perfectly carved v in his abdomen. This was going to be a long night.

Two hours and a bottle of wine later:

My feet were propped on his lap as I lied on the couch, laughing at every lame joke he made. This man was patient, considering he’s been listening to me overshare every detail of my life for the past hour. Every detail but Glenn. I'm not ready to talk about what happened out loud and especially not to a stranger.

He was hesitant to talk about his personal life at first, but I quickly broke down his walls and in a short time, I felt like I knew more about him than any other human on the planet. We focused on the past, taking turns telling each other about our lives before the dead started walking.

“Wait, wait. A high school gym coach? I bet all the girls had a crush on you.”

His thumb teased my ankle while his other arm rested lazily on the back of the couch. “Why would you assume that?” He chuckled.

I blushed, realizing just how tipsy I was. “Look at you. You’re like, insanely hot.” The liquid courage had definitely taken over.

He smirked, rubbing the bare skin on my lower leg. “Shouldn’t your husband have been back by now?”

“Oh, yeah.” I sat up, setting my feet on the ground and scooching closer to him as I got comfortable again. “I lied earlier. I just didn’t want you to be some psycho murderer.” I said, rolling my eyes as if the thought were crazy.

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“Are you?” Leaning in closer, I rested my cheek on the the back of the couch and grinned at him.

“These days, aren’t we all?”

I stayed silent for a moment, looking for any sign of seriousness in his eyes. “Even if you are, I trust you.”

His eyebrows raised. “That’s pretty bold of you, doll. You know nothing about me.”

“I know you were a high school gym coach.” I reached for his hand and he gladly accepted, rubbing the back of mine with his thumb. “And that your wife’s name was Lucille. And that this isn’t the first time you’ve been here. This is your hideaway too - when you just need to get away.” I rambled on and he never took his eyes off mine. “Oh and your favorite color? Definitely black.”

“Another assumption?”

“Am I wrong?”

He chuckled. “No.” His eyes darted back and forth between mine. “Why do I feel like we’ve met before?”

“Maybe we were soulmates in another life.” I giggled.

“I’m not doubting it, doll. Feels like I've known you forever.”

My gaze dropped to his lips and he followed, leaning in closer. Closing the gap between us, I pressed my lips to his. They were soft but the stubble around them tickled me and I imagined the same sensation between my legs.

His hand slid through the silky strands of my hair, gripping it gently while pulling my closer to deepen the kiss. He tasted like wine and smelled like aftershave, and I never wanted the moment to end.

My fingers explored his damp hair while his tongue explored my mouth. With subtle moans escaping our throats, we got high off each other. Eventually his hand roamed to the end of my tank top, making chills spread over my skin. His fingers brushed slightly underneath it, trailing smoothly over my waistline and barely dipping into my shorts.

I pulled him closer, urging him to climb over me while I layed back on the couch. He held himself up with one arm as he hovered over me, settling between my legs as he kissed me.

Slipping my hand underneath his white t-shirt, I rubbed his toned stomach before following the happy trail down to his shorts and finding his hard cock pressing against the material . He was long and thick and in my hand while I stroked him. His head fell beside mine as he groaned in my ear, thrusting into my touch.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice was low and raspy.

My hips aligned with his waist until I felt the tip of him through his shorts pressing directly into my center. Luckily both of our shorts were thin enough to feel just enough friction as he slowly pushed into me over and over and over.

He fucked me slowly through our clothes, making me moan and scratch at his back. I've never done this before - with clothes on. But it somehow feels better than the actual thing. At least anything I've ever experienced. I became wetter with each of his thrusts and my heart raced in my lower core.

“We should stop, baby. As much as I would love to make you scream for me all night..” He paused, kissing below my ear. We’ve both been drinking.” He sounded like he was talking himself out of it, and I respected him for it.

I sighed. “You’re right.”

He grinned down at me before kissing my forehead. “You are so fucking beautiful. Why are you out here alone? What are you running from?”

There it is. The only thing we hadn’t talked about yet. And never will.

“It’s getting late. We should go to bed soon.”

His head dropped defeatedly but he nodded. “Right, fine.”

He climbed off of me, sitting back on couch, but I wasn’t ready to leave him yet. I looked down, noticing my book on the ground and picked it up before handing it to him. He raised an eyebrow at me but took it.

“Read to me?” I asked, grinning before lying back down and cuddling my head in his lap. He adjusted slightly, still hard from moments ago.

“You want me to read to you?” He chuckled, opening the pages and finding the spot where I left off.

“Mhm.” I mumbled, snuggling in closer and closing my eyes. His smooth voice put me to sleep in no time.

The next morning:

The sun peaking through the bedroom window and a pounding headache woke me up. I sat up quickly, remembering the events of last night.

Jumping out of bed, I looked all around the house, but there was no trace of him. His bag was gone, and every trace of our night together was erased except the empty wine bottle on the coffee table.

Was I going crazy? Was he even real? Was it all a dream?

These are the questions that kept me up at night while the days ran together and became longer. My hopes of my mystery man coming back were out the window, and I was starting to think being alone out here was making me mental.

A couple weeks later, I decided it was time to return to Alexandra and leave behind the memories of him. I left home to mourn Glenn, and now I’m leaving another safe haven to mourn the loss of someone else.

On my journey back, I did a lot of self reflecting, promising myself I’d never get close to someone again. I’m tired of losing people. Even ones who may not exist. I’ll go home and forget about him and focus on what matters. Getting justice for my brother.

Part 2 here

[grandline-fics]

Do you think I can request a seamstress y/n being part of the strawhat crew and how they need to make new outfits for the crew as disguises and when it came to luffys turn, it was kinda difficult for them because they have a huge crush on him and seeing him bare for measurements kills them a little-

Kinda just a sorta oblivious luffy witnessing y/n get flustered a little!

Really curious how you’re going to make it end lol

(Love your writing sm! Thank you for advanced!)

DESCRIPTION: You’re the crew’s seamstress and measuring Luffy leaves you flustered 

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Luffy

WORDS: 934

A/N:  Sorry this took so long but I hope it was worth it and that you like how it all turned out

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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When it came to your passion of designing and making clothes you were unbelievably focussed. It was to the point that if the crew wanted to distract you from something they’d bring up the topic of a new design they had in mind. Some of the crew were more subtle about this tactic than others, for instance when Sanji needed you away from the kitchen for a few hours so he could work on your surprise birthday banquet, Robin expertly brought up a floral skirt and top combination she wanted to wear but couldn’t find the right colour scheme anywhere.

On that occasion you’d gotten so motivated that by the time you were needed for the banquet you had to be physically dragged out of your workshop. Oppositely there was one time Zoro had stolen your dressmaker’s mannequin to test out which angle would be best to attack someone from for his new technique. When you’d found out and went to rescue your possession Zoro had tried the distraction method but merely said ‘buttons’ which only bewildered you for the briefest of moments before you took back what was yours while it was thankfully still in tact. Yes, there was no way your focus could be shaken when it came to your work…well except when it came to your Captain. Your very oblivious Captain. 

You kept telling yourself that it was just a crush, that he didn’t feel that way about you and he was just affectionate and energetic by nature and you were good with that, you really were. The last thing you ever wanted to do was jeopardise the amazing friendship you’d made with Luffy. So you kept your crush to yourself and things continued as normal. The only time things threatened to reveal themselves was at moments like these. The ship was heading into dangerous territory governed by another rival pirate which meant keeping as low a profile as possible and that meant they were depending on you for appropriate disguises. 

“Luffy please just stand still.” You lightly begged, watching your Captain excitedly move about your workspace, touching the bolts of different fabrics and flicking through your design book with glee like it was his very first time in the room when in reality you’d lost count how often his presence had been in and out. At your plea he stopped running his fingers through the soft patterned material that had caught his attention and turned to face you with his usual carefree grin. You sighed in relief and slowly reached for your measuring tape while trying to keep your expression as relaxed as possible. This was always the hard part so you just tried to go as quickly as possible. “Shirt off.”

You had no problem seeing any of the other guys shirtless, yeah most of them were impressive but the only one to get you  to be a shaking, blushing mess was Luffy. When Luffy’s hands moved to his shirt you dropped your gaze away, mostly out of respect but also because you could already hear your heart slamming against your chest and feel your skin begin to heat. When you heard the fabric of his shirt fall on the ground you looked up, trying to keep your gaze focussed on Luffy’s eyes but you couldn’t help but let it drop for the briefest of moments to peek at his impressive physique. Snapping out of it you instructed quickly. “Arms out.”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or scowl when Luffy grinned and extended his arms out to you as though inviting you in for a hug as opposed to putting his arms outward so you could accurately measure his frame. You knew it wasn’t his intention to fluster you like this, it was just Luffy being Luffy but it made things so much harder to deal with. Resisting the urge to give in to temptation you took hold of Luffy’s wrist and pulled to manoeuvre him correctly. Quickly you stood behind him and began to lift your tape towards him. With every adventure and fight meant Luffy’s body got only more and more defined and it made measuring him a greater struggle.

It was a relief that you managed to make it through most of the process without making too much of an idiot of yourself but by the end of it all you were beet red and trying to look anywhere but the cause. Through it all Luffy was his happy, oblivious self, talking excitedly about the disguise he wanted but when you stepped away he finally took a proper look at you. “Huh? Are you feeling okay?” He asked, leaning in closer and pressing his hand against your head. However that action meant his still bare chest was against you too which only made your condition worse. “You shouldn’t have been working if you’re sick. I’ll go get Chopper, okay?”

“N-no! I’ll be fine!” Your guilt for making him worry managed to pull you back from your inner spiral. “I’m just…too warm! Something cool to drink and I’ll be back to normal.” You reassured only for Luffy to grin and pull you out of your workshop and straight to the kitchen so you could cool down. Finally feeling more yourself and no longer overheating thanks to Luffy sitting back you could focus on the design. “So you never said what colours you wanted for this disguise, Luffy.”

Luffy blinked at you and gave you a look as though you were the oblivious one. “Well as long as it matches you I’ll be happy.”

[toxicanonymity]

Cinemax.

2.5k, boyfriend's dad!Joel x f!reader

SUMMARY: PWP, you catch him watching porn. you get on top, then ride his arm then sit on his face.

WARNINGS: 18+ unsafe P in V, creampie, infidelity, boyfriend's dad, jacking off, arm riding, face sitting cum eating, pinky up the ass, filth, use of "daddy," risk of getting caught, reference to you blowing jack but no detail. unedited fuck it we ball.

A/N: Request from arm riding anon, last night of vacay anon can't find u sry.

After a long day shopping, you give your boyfriend Jack a blowjob he doesn’t deserve, just to knock him out. You think about his dad Joel while you do it—his short swim trunks, his shades, his fluffy hair, his gold chain. The way he looks at you, the way he whispers in your ear.  The way he drools over your body.  Jack dozes off about as quickly as you expect, and soon he's snoring. 

You slip out of bed in your thin tank top and loose, short shorts. The air conditioning hits you hard but you don't put on a robe. You intend to slide right into Joel's bed anyway. You quietly open your bedroom door and creep into the hallway.  Joel’s door is cracked open, which you’d like to think is a subtle invitation.  But when you push it open, the bed is unmade and he’s not in it.  You walk down to the common area of the suite and blue lights are flickering from the tv. The volume is low, but it sounds like an action comedy. 

Joel moans and your breath hitches. You hug the wall with your back as you creep closer, trying not to make a sound or a shadow. The closer you get, you hear a deep, breathy “ohh.” He sighs and moans, and the unmistakable wet stroke of skin on skin has you clenching your thighs. Next thing you know, you're feeling your breast.

“Ah, fuck,” he sighs, and you moan audibly. Your hand covers your mouth too late. He pauses the movie. Reflexively, you think about hiding, feeling guilty about the intrusion. But then you say, fuck it, and walk in. You stop when you can see the screen and he can see you.  He’s on the pull-out couch, sitting back against the cushion.

His voice is deep and hushed. "was just thinkin' about ya. " 

He shifts to face you. He’s got a pillow sitting loosely in his lap. He’s shirtless, nothing but pastel green boxers and his gold chain and a pinky ring. Bed head. He scratches one side of his beard as he checks you out with half-lidded eyes. "Can’t sleep?" 

You look at the TV and do a double take.  “Is that... Is that Manuel Ferrara?” (porn star)

“You know this joker?” 

“Oh, I know him. What is this? How old is it?”

“Pirates II, quality cinema.” 

You raise your eyebrows and put your hand on the arm of the sofa closest to you. You kneel onto the pull-out mattress, trying not to make a loud creak.  He wets his lips as you slowly approach on your knees, springs quietly accepting your weight. The way his eyes dance down your body remids you your hard nipples are poking out from  your thin top, loose shorts riding down below your hips.

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He watches your legs flex as you sit next to him, partially facing him to your right, with your shoulder resting on the middle cushion against the wall and your right knee bent, between you.   You look at the pillow in his lap, then grab the corner. He shifts to face you, and his chest expands under his chain.  He watches you darkly as you slide the pillow off him and put it out of the way on the mattress. 

You suck in a deep breath as you observe the massive tent in his boxers.  He wraps a hand around it, the shape of his stiff cock covered by the pinstripe fabric under his fist and pinky ring. 

He whispers, "yeah, come to daddy," clothed cock still in his hand as he lunges toward you.  

You lean toward him and close the gap. You're on your sides facing each other. He looks from your eyes to your lips, and you whisper, “I need this,” and grab the shape in his boxers before your lips meet. His hand brushes yours as he leaves it to you. It sends a wave of need through your chest. He cradles your head and kisses you feverishly, plunging his tongue into your mouth.  Meanwhile, you grope him and open the slit of his boxers to free his rock-hard length, sticky with saliva or lube. He hums "Mmm" into your mouth at the touch of your hand on his naked cock. You break the kiss to look at it and use your thumb to smear the precum leaking from his tip. 

“You were close, huh?” you tease him. 

He laughs. “I dunno if I can last, baby.” 

“You’ll make it up to me if ya don't.” 

"Ohh yeah."

“Guess I better get on this fast, huh?”  you ask with a squeeze of his cock. 

“Wanna go to bed?"  

You shake your head no. 

“That’s my girl.” 

“Wanna sit on daddy’s cock right here,” you whisper. 

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes. He adjusts the cushion then lays back on it, facing the tv again, mostly lying down, with his head and shoulders elevated by the cushion. You take off your shorts and push a blanket out of the way.  You begin to straddle him and he lifts his head off the cushion slightly to reach between your legs and feel how wet you are.  “Damn, this all for daddy?” He sits up enough to grab your ass and pull you toward his cock. "good girl."

You straddle his hips, notching his cock at your entrance. Your clit twitches. As soon as you begin to sink down, he thrusts up, impaling you with a deep sigh as his girth pushes you open. The momentum sends his chain to his collarbone. “Yeah, c’mon baby.” You begin to roll your hips at a slow rhythm and he sighs “Ohhh, fuck, just—ohhh”  He ties to hold you still. You indulge him.  Then he punches his cock upward “Fuck yeah--ohh,” you meet his cock but let him drive things mostly. 

“Daddy,” you whimper. 

He pulls your tanktop down below your breasts and watches them move with each thrust. Meanwhile you watch his pecs flexing and his chain moving with each movement. You tilt your hips and grind your clit against him. He sighs.  “Fuck, just like that.” 

“Yeay, daddy-ohhh.” 

He wraps a muscular  arm around you, bringing your chest to his. The strength of his arm holds you still, and he holds your ass with his other hand.  He fucks up into you, “Oh yeah,” he pants. “Fuck, ahh,” the power of his hips has his gold chain moving on his flexing pecs.  You kiss and suck his neck as he rails you from the bottom. “Takin’ it so—so, mmm, so good for daddy.” 

“Yeah, take it—nnngh,” He’s so. . . he’s so good at this. Your front is grinding against his pubic hair just right, then he ups the pace and your heart skips a beat. “Oh fuck, baby–mmmm– yeah” he pounds you from the bottom, his arm holding you down. He pants, “Yeah, take it,”  his breath becoming ragged, chain lazily sliding on his strong, sunkissed chest.

You whimper on the cusp of coming and he says, “C’mon, baby–ohh, fuck—come for daddy c'mon—-ohhhhhh, fuck, baby.” Agony spreads across his face. "Can't wait, baby--ohhhh."  Then he pulls you down hard on his cock and erupts with a shudder, shooting his warm release into you. It almost sends you, And if you grinded himself on him as he came, you'd probably get there, but frankly you don't want this to be over.

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“You close?” he reaches for your clit and thumbs it.  

You nod. 

“Sit on my face.” 

He nudges you up with a thrust of his hips and says, “c’mon, let’s get you off.”

You dismount him, one knee to each side of his left arm, the arm towrd the back of the couch. He moves so he’s lying with his head about a foot from the arm rest.

You can’t take your eyes off his body. You’ve been staring at these arms all week. Bulky, sunkissed, strong, so strong. They flex and glisten in the sun. He reaches for you with his closest hand and sides his fingers along your puffy, throbbing cunt. He rubs your clit with a deep breath and gives a low whistle. “C’mon, I ain’t leavin’ ya like this.”

He reaches between your legs to your ass and palms it to pull you closer. You grab his bicep with both hands and he freezes. You put his arm down on the mattress, running your thumbs over it in admiration of the muscle. He watches you practically salivate over his arm. Then he slowly lifts his forearm, nudging you forward, with his hand on your back and his elbow between your legs. His cum trickles out onto his bicep and he sucks in a deep breath. You lower yourself so your clit meets his warm skin, and he hums “Mmm. This what ya want?”

You nod. “So strong, daddy” You grind yourself on his hard bicep and watch his chest rise more peacefully, his chain glimmering. The way he looks at your body makes you swoon. Like you’re a work of art. The tension swells in your lower belly as you grind on him.

"Hold on, baby.” He turns on his side, facing you. He makes eye contact as he sucks the pinky of his free hand, getting it reallly slobbery. Then he adjusts the arm under you, giving you a wave of arousal as the muscle flexes between your legs. His hand on your back pushes you down so your upper body can feel the heat of his. He teases your asshole with his wet pinky, "Hmm?” he asks. You nod, then he slides the pinky in, sucking in air thruh his teeth. “Fuck, you're so hot, baby.” His pinky is fatter than your index finger.

He pushes the digit in just far enough so the chunky ring is nudging but not entering your asshole. You begin to grind on his bicep again and he moves his pinky in tandem with you. You twitch and throb and the hand on your back brings you further down toward him. His head lifts off the mattress and his lips latch onto yours. You moan “Mmmm” as you grind on the slippery mess of his arm and he fingers your ass. He flexes his bicep again and you whimper, “Daddy.”

“Yeah, come for Daddy,” he encourages. You really dig your clit into his arm and he flexes again at the same time, and the tension bursts. You take in shallow, audible breaths, trying to come as quietly as possible. He covers your mouth with his again and you whimper, slowly grinding on his arm, riding out your orgasm, with his pinky still in your ass.

When you stop convulsing on his arm, he takes his pinky out of your ass and sucks it.

-

“You got one more for daddy?” You do, you can feel it, you’re throbbing. Your only hesitancy is the mess between your legs. The mess of his own cum. Fuck it, he doesn't care.

He moves so he’s lying down flat where you can straddle his head.  “Be a good girl,” he  murmurs. “n’ sit on daddy’s face.” 

You straddle his face, facing his eyes and the arm of the sofa.  

“Fuck, shoulda done this first,” he laments. “Look so fuckin’ hot.” He sighs. “Use me, baby,” he begs, “Don’t hold back.” 

“Say stop,” you whisper. “Or tap out. Don’t wanna suffocate ya.” 

As you spread your thighs wide over his face, your combined fluids leak out of you and he breathes, “fuck yeah,” his warm breath hitting your cunt.  You hold onto the arm of the sofa for leverage.  You’re facing his eyes and he looks up at your tits hanging over him.  . He lifts his head enough for his lips to latch onto your dripping seam, and he begins to kiss your clit, then lap at your entrance, swallowing his own cum. 

“C’mon, baby,” he begs as he pulls you down on his face. His mouth feels like heaven, and you’re already close. His beard scratches your inner thighs in a pleasant way. You begin to grind on him, using his nose to massage your clit, still hanging onto the sofa’s arm as he licks and sucks.  He lifts his hands to palm your breasts.  You fist his hair and he moans into your cunt. 

“Oh, daddy,” you whine as quiet as you can, “Daddy, I’m gonna–” 

He moans and grabs onto your ass again and his fingers dig into your flesh as he eats you hungrily. You grind against him again, your fingers digging into the arm of the sofa, and you silently gasp as your orgasm seizes you. Then you sputter, “D-daddy, ohhh.” 

“Mmmm,” he moans and watches you tremble and jerk with your spine arching, your thighs quivering against his cheeks.  You lift yourself off him as soon as you finish.  “So fuckin’ hot,” he repeats in a whisper. You dismount him.  The bottom half of his face is all red and soaked, some of his cum stuck in his beard.  

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“You might wanna,” you gesture on your own face to show him.  He goes and gets two washcloths, one for  you.  Your inner thighs are a little scratched up. When you’re cleaned up, you grab your shorts to put back on.

You settle back into the sofa again and catch your breath.  He lays down with his head on the cushion again.  His chest is still rising and falling with deep breaths.  He extends an arm for you. You put your face on his chest, cheek on his chain, and his arm wraps around you. 

“Guess we’re going home tomorrow,” you mumble, tired. 

A minute or two of silence pass, and his breathing is so steady you wonder if he’s planning to fall asleep like this. 

“You should dump him,” Joel whispers into your hair. Then his heart rate increases under your ear. 

Your chest tightens and you feel defensive, like he’s implying it’s wrong, when he started all this. “I. . .” you’re not sure what to say. You don’t know if Joel would want to be with you, or if he just thinks Jack doesn’t deserve you.  It’s hard to imagine Joel wanting to be with his son’s girlfriend.  “What are you saying?” you ask. 

“Wanna know why I came out here? Wasn't for the mattress,” he laughs. "Got cinemax in the room."

“Why?” 

“Cause I could hear y'all,” he admits. "Or, him."

Your heart skips a beat. Joel was jealous?  “I–we weren't fucking, sorry, I thought--” Wait, you’re apologinzg for blowing your boyfriend.  You think better of explaining, even if you were doing it so you could get him to sleep and sneak into Joel's room.

Joel chuckles and covers his face with his hand, peering through his fingers. He mumbles into his palm, “Well, it was gross.” 

You look at him and he slides his hand off his face. There’s something casually needy in his eyes. You don’t say anything, just look at each other.  You squint at him, trying to read him. He breaks into a smile and laughs quietly. 

Then it fades and he gets pensive.  He looks at the tv for a few seconds, then back at you.  He turns on his side to face you completely, then takes your hand.

“Lemme take ya out or somethin'." He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it gently. "Promise we'll have a good time.” 

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More of this joel/reader:

Sky's out, thighs out (1.5k)  He gives you a good time at the rooftop pool.

at the beach (300)

sun's out, guns out (2.3k) pool

shopping (1.3k) fitting room mirror

blow job (200?)

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[nanivinsmoke]

✩ Black Hearted.

when the heart wants what it wants, someone’s bound to get hurt.

✩ roronoa zoro x f!reader

✩ warnings & tags : smut & angst, thick, black coded reader. established affair, no happy ending, degrading names (slut).

you held your finger up to shush the green haired, muscular swordsman that knet before you, his hair cock in your other hand, your eyes traveling down as you sucked on the swollen mushroom head.

the two of you were in the sunny’s observatory, keeping watch while the rest of the crew rested. which was a perfect opportunity for you to finally relieve your desires, the deep want to have the pirate hunter’s fat dick in your mouth.

your throat burned when you pushed him further into your mouth, but hearing his low moans and grunts only encouraged you to take him deeper. slobber pooled down the sides of your once-glossed mouth and ran down his veiny shaft. a mixture of your spit and gloss dribbled onto his deep brown balls.

you slurped, gagged, and sucked his eight inches until he finally released his warm seed into your mouth—which you happily swallowed before pulling him into a kiss. he welcomed your tongue into his mouth, tasting the remnants of himself, while your tongues danced with each other.

you could feel his dick jump against your clothed bottom, your arousal grew. “can i ride you, baby?” you purred into zoro’s ear, kissing and sucking on his broad neck, worshipping the exposed skin; while you grinded against him.

“only if you can keep quiet, you know how loud you can be while you take me” he chuckled, in between a groan; while you stimulated his sensitive cock.

“just so he could hear us. you know i love the thrill,” you bit his ear lobe, while he pulled your panties to the side underneath your skirt and pushed his sticky tip into your sopping wet entrance; earning a stifled moan from you.

your pussy clung to his cock with each stroke, squelching, and creaming around him; while he held onto your waist—ass clapping against his tan legs. and just like he predicted, your mewls and moans were loud—but you couldn’t help it, he knew exactly how you wanted to be fucked. just hearing you moan into his ear was enough for him to plunge even deeper inside of you, making your cling to his shoulder; biting his green shirt, with your eyes rolled back into your head.

soon, his very own eyes clamped shut; while the two of your bodies moved in sync with each other—orgasms both brimming at its peak, until reaching its end. your walls clamped down around his hard middle, riding out your orgasm at a fast pace; while he released his thick warm load inside of you.

you stayed like this for a while, catching your breaths; before he pulled out of you, with a small dribble of his nut following.

“it’s almost sunrise. he’s going to be up soon~”

“more reason for me to stay like this,” you sighed, basking in the moment once more before you got up and pulled your panties back to its right side, before leaving the swordsman in the observatory.

while the sun rose and morning finally shined in, you hopped in the ship’s bathhouse before everyone else, to wash off the scent of zoro; hiding your sickening secret once again. walking into the dining hall for breakfast, you were greeted by your crew and your loving boyfriend; sanji. he kissed your cheek and you swallowed your guilt like it was nothing, before sitting down to wait for your meal.

“hey luffy, we are we off to next?” chopper squeaked, jumping with excitement about their next adventure.

“some island, hopefully with lots of food. hey! has anybody seen zoro?” your ears perked up at the mention of him and the remnants of this morning flowed into your mind, causing you to press your thighs together. you must’ve had a weird expression on your face because sanji noticed it and asked if you were alright.

“oh im fi—“ your words were cut short as zoro walked in. he was shirtless, with a towel draped over his shoulders and his tooth brush hanging in his mouth. just like usual sanji and zoro picked a fight with each other about something so simple, but you tuned it out like usual; too turned on by the tan swordsman.

this affair wasn’t intentional. at least, that’s how it started off. you honestly don’t remember how it initially started, but you know you couldn’t stop fucking him. and you weren’t trying to hurt the blonde cook, you liked him and he loved you. something’s just happen. at least that’s what you told yourself.

the ship finally docked on an unknown island and most of the crew went together to explore; except for you, zoro, franky and sanji. the cyborg and chef decided to stay near the shore to fish for lunch and look after the ship, while you and zoro snuck off deep into the woods, to get off a quickie.

you lips were like glue the way they were stuck to one another, neither of you wanted to break it. he had you pressed against a tree, dominating you with his lips. after seeing him this morning and watching his muscles flex and protrude; you had to have more of him. you body needed him.

he was the first one to pull away, pressing his forehead against yours; while his fingers found their way underneath your flowy green dress—playing with your wet folds.

“so fucking wet. i turn you on like this, baby?” his panty wetting voice was deep, making you drip even more onto his fingers. your pussy began to squelch, driving the five foot ten male insane. he pushed his khaki pants down, along with his black briefs; freeing his slick coated penis.

“lift that leg up for me, momma~” you did as you were told, letting him hold you up by your legs—making it easier for him to enter you. he didn’t even let you adjust to him, pounding your cunt silly with his cock; your smooth walls clamping around him with each stroke.

you loved his dick. you craved his dick every second of every day. he was made for you and you for him.

“f-f-fuck….zo-zo-” you stuttered, too fucked out to even formulate a sentence. every time you were in his arms and filled with him, you were practically cockdrunk. he always made you feel drunk from his cock the way he would dig your guts out with each stroke and hitting your g-spot at the same time; was a skill no other man could posses; especially sanji.

“this my pussy? huh? this my fucking pussy?!” he groaned, gripping your ass while pounding harder and deeper inside of you.

“yes! yes! fuck~” you moaned into his ear, nibbling on it softly. the feeling of an orgasm creeped up on you and you closed your eyes; anticipating the feeling of it exploding inside of you.

“i love you. shit, cumming deep in this pussy.”

“i love you t—“ the sound of someone’s throat clearing scared you, forcing your eyes open to a face you did not expect to see. a few feet away from you was the male who’s heart you just broke, standing there with a tray of drinks and a cigarette in his mouth. you pushed zoro away, fixing yourself before you approached sanji, but before you even could; he turned away.

“lunch is finished, we’re about to board the ship too.” he was cold, his tone calculated as he walked away before you could even call him. you felt zoro’s hand touch your shoulder, which you shrugged away. you weren’t in the mood for him right now, especially after what just transpired.

“sanji! please, let me explain!” you yelled out, jogging to catch up to the cook; leaving zoro with blue balls.

for the rest of the day, sanji ignored you. he wasn’t trying to hear your apologies and if he needed to speak with you, he would do it indirectly so the rest of the crew couldn’t question what was going on between you two. zoro on the other hand was his usual self, sitting back and observing while he napped. from time to time he would check on you, watching how you handled the situation.

and then nightfall hit, and you were scheduled to keep watch with sanji. perfect, it was the perfect time to talk to him and he couldn’t get out of it either. when he climbed the ladder to the observatory and saw you sitting on the plush blue sofa, he sucked his teeth and pulled out a cigarette. he stood on the far end side of the room and stared at you, piercing your skin with his soulless eyes.

“sanji, look…I never meant to—“ as the lie flew out of your mouth, sanji couldn’t help but laugh at you, making you frown. you weren’t even going to continue with it, you were going to downright admit everything.

“look, i was never in love with you. not like you were with me. i accidentally fell in love with zoro, it wasn’t supposed to be this way, but it did.“

“it did? that’s all you have to say? you did the worst thing possible, but what can I expect from a slut?” you craned your head to the side and it felt like slow motion; they way you walked in front of sanji and slapped him—hard. tears brimmed your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them fall, he didn’t deserve them.

“im the slut?! you don’t think i notice you coming in and out of nami’s room when you thought everyone was sleep? sniffing her panties like some perverted creep? the moans coming from her room almost every night? didn’t think I knew that, did you?” there no more trying to be the bad guy anymore, he was just as wrong as you were.

he couldn’t say anything, not after his secret affair has been put out in the open. “i don’t know why i was so okay with me being the bad guy, when you’re just as guilty as i am. hurts don’t it, slut.” you couldn’t stay in the room with him any longer, those tears started to make way down you face as you climbed down the widow’s peak—mind racing with everything that transpired.

he was the reason why you cheated in the first place, he couldn’t keep it in his pants—making it easy for you not to fall in love with him. he did this, you just played his game better.

and when you finally reached the bottom, your one eyed love stood there waiting for you. but, you couldn’t face him—not today, or tomorrow. you had to leave. he followed you all the way to your room, but was met with the door slamming in his face. you ignored his calls, fighting the urge to open up the door—until he finally went away.

as night fell, you ignored your crew knocking on your door trying to see if you were alright; but you all gave them the same answer. nothing. you spent the whole day packing your things and writing a letter; before you finally escaped your room and tip toed across the deck. you snatched a compass from the ship, and dropped a boat at the edge of the ship—jumping on it and sailing away.

and when the crew finally awoke and found your door wide open with nothing it; they had began to panick—until zoro found the note you had left for the crew and read it out loud. you apologized to them for leaving and not finishing your journey with them, but telling them that this was for your own good. you ordered them not to come after you, no matter how much luffy wanted to.

the crew were upset and saddened, wondering what caused you to leave. they started to question sanji, but he said nothing and lit his cigarette; leaving the room afterwards. they left your room not too long after, to come up with a plan to find you—leaving zoro alone in your room. he had found another note you had left with his name on it and as he read it, his heart panged in his chest.

you told him how you were pregnant and positive it was his. you had known for some time now and didn’t have the guts to tell him. you told him that you loved him and apologized for how things turned out, but you would always love him. and would tell your child about him everyday.

maybe this was just another thing you were guilty of.

[demonpiratehuntress]

Hii this might be an odd request. Feel free to ignore this if you don't like to write.

You know, straw hats have doctor, cook, swardsman, navigator,... Can you add another one who do mathematical, physics and chemistry stuff? If you can please make her a female.

She is not a genius. More like an average person. But she tries so hard. Sometime get lazy and unproductive too.

And if you can please make it a Ace x reader fic.

Thank you.

sure thing! :) it's not very long, because I don't know what else they can do in terms of those things, but i hope you still enjoy it! sorry for the wait!

taglist - @kabloswrld

someone's gotta do it

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - the ask above

warnings - none

The Straw Hat crew wasn't very big, but it was certainly diverse. You guys had everything ranging from a navigator to a musician, so there were a lot of areas of expertise that were covered. All except for three, you supposed, which was constantly the downfall of the crew in certain situations.

A mathematician was needed, a chemist was needed and a physicist was needed.

You weren't exactly an expert in any of those areas, but you were doing your best to try and make up for those losses. You were doing your best to fill in those roles where absolutely necessary, so it wouldn't cost the crew as much anymore.

You had lots of duties to fill in these areas. You studied the log pose to determine exactly how it worked, marveling at the discovery of geomagnetism and excitedly explaining to the crew how it worked. This helped to better understand navigation in the Grand Line, and you felt useful providing that knowledge.

These duties also included setting a budget for the crew's spending on groceries and necessities, as you had to add up and subtract things you needed and things you didn't. Sometimes it was a hassle, because Luffy kept trying to add things that you absolutely did not need or even want.

"But it looks cool!"

"Luffy! Do you know how far that'll set us back in terms of berries!" You cried in exasperation, knocking your captain on the head. Oh no, you were starting to sound like Nami.

Speaking of Nami, you could also help her with her charts and her navigation. With mathematics, you could assist in charting courses that you've been on, and calculate the exact speed and distance the Sunny would require to get to certain places or away from danger. It was quite useful for that, as you could also determine how long it would take to get to a certain destination. Well, to the best of your ability seeing as this was the Grand Line after all.

"She's new."

An unfamiliar voice met your ears when you stepped out of your room to find the others out on deck, surrounding an unfamiliar man. He looked a bit like Luffy, but with freckles on his cheeks and a cowboy hat on his head.

That and he was shirtless.

You tried your hardest not to stare, blushing madly as you immediately thought that this was a really attractive man. You didn't know who he was, but you were attracted to him.

"Our mathem-mathe-maps?" Luffy tried, unable to pronounce the word.

You giggled and stepped forward, holding out your hand, "I'm (Name), the newest member. I do all the mathematics, physics and chemistry around here. Or, at least, I try my best."

The man grinned and shook your hand, "Nice to meet you! I'm Ace, Luffy's brother."

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, "Luffy's...brother?!"

Ace didn't seem offended, instead he laughed at your reaction, "Yeah, we get that a lot." He got Luffy in a headlock and ruffled his hair. "It's always hard to believe this little idiot is my younger brother, since I'm so charming and intelligent."

You giggled at his words, then even more so when the crew all disagreed with the second trait he mentioned.

Ace stuck around for a few days, wanting to spend some time with his little brother now that Luffy was a bigshot pirate with a big bounty and a special crew. But instead of hanging at his brother's side, Ace was curious about you. He thought you were cute, so he tried to spend some time around you, and you fell victim to his charms and his flirting.

"So, whatcha working on?" The commander grinned, leaning against your desk as you wrote down a few formulas for different chemicals.

"Hmm?" You glanced up, then blushed and quickly looked down. "Oh, nothing. I was just trying to find out how different chemicals and substances react with each other, in case we ever come across some weird devil fruit power or a chemical environment."

"And? Anything interesting?" He prompted, still smiling.

You sighed and shook your head, "Nothing useful. I'm kind of getting bored and I don't really want to read more."

He laughed then, standing up straight and holding out his hand, "Then come with me. And you can tell me about navigation using the stars."

You blushed again but accepted his offer, taking his hand and following him out. The two of you lay on the grass and stared at the sky, as you explained how sailors could locate the positions of islands or navigate where they needed to go using certain constellations and stars. He listened intently, not usually interested in this stuff but eager to hear you talk. He liked your voice, and he thought it was refreshing to see someone talking animatedly about something other than treasure or the One Piece.

"That's interesting," he spoke when you were done, "My brother's lucky to have someone so smart on his crew."

"Oh I'm not that smart," you turned red and shook your head, "I just try, that's all. Most of the time I don't even do anything and I just lay and watch the sky. It's hard to be motivated sometimes."

He studied your face as you said this, then grinned again, "Well, everyone gets lazy and unproductive sometimes. The good thing is that you're trying."

His words reassured you, and you smiled at the thought that he was impressed by you. You glanced at him quickly, then looked back at the sky and felt your heartbeat quicken.

"Someone's gotta do it."

He laughed at that, and turned to face you, "I like you. You're a refreshing change of pace in the world of pirates. No one usually cares about what you do, so it's nice to see you care."

Your cheeks warmed up at that, "I just don't want it impacting my crew, that's all. Sometimes we get let down by not knowing this stuff. I just want to protect my crew from that."

"A noble cause," he agreed.

You snorted, "Since when is anything pirates do noble?"

And the two of you laughed and joked around there under the star-filled sky, and suddenly you didn't feel so ridiculous about wanting to specialise in those topics that pirates generally never used.

Maybe you could also do it for you.

a/n - so, um, i dont even know if i got this right so im SO sorry if i didn't! i wasn't really sure how to go about it, so im really really sorry if it's disappointing. i tried, though!

[onim5]

Yandere Portgas D. Ace, 1

Chapter 1: The beginning.

Female reader

Warnings: none. Oh, wait, one swearword.

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You smiled at the man in front of you. He had always been there. He had always been kind, and now the two of you had been dating for three months. "Look at the guy over there he eats like a monster." Your boyfriend stated, pointing at a shirtless man sitting at the table next to yours.

Ace heard the mans complaint and ignored it. I don't care. He simply thought, but the word monster might have hit a nerve. "Babe, he's not a monster. Just a hungry human, let him eat alone." You said calmly. Ace listened to your conversation while eating.  "You're right, sorry for my behavior. But he's loud, and he causes ruckus every time he falls asleep." You're dear commented.

"Please, Honey, it's already been cleared that he has narcolepsy. That's something he can't help, so don't be rude about it." You answered with a smile. Yup, Ace has decided to like you, such a nice person. He thought. It was weird cause the two of you kept talking about him, you're guy said something mean, and you protected him.

So, being the curious guy he was, he changed direction to the waiter and ordered more food. Though since he had turned around, he knew that the two of you could see his Whitebeard tattoo. "Ah! Look, Sweetie,he's a pirate!" Your boyfriend yelled whispered, making it hard for Ace to hear. But since his focus was on you two, he didn't miss a word. "Ga, we need to get out of here." Your dude added.

"Please, dear, he hasn't caused any more trouble than falling asleep. Don't panic." You cleared as you ate of your tasty food. "But he's a pirate and a Whitebeard one at that!" He panicked. "And? Both you and I have seen how polite he is with the waiter. I believe he's a nice guy." You smiled. "But." Your boyfriend began. "Oh, please, people like that don't kill for no reason. We're safe." You interrupted.

The lunch went on smoothly after that. And other conversations came between you and your man. Ace was still listening, though. "Honey, I love you very much. But are you sure about us? I mean, I'm from a poor family, and my father is a janitor. You're a rich noble, and your father is a respected man." Your boyfriend asked. It was quite often he complained about others. But you knew it was because he was an insecure, scared man.

"You could be Gold Roger's son, and my love for you still wouldn't change." That sentence made Ace choke on his food. Fuck what was this feeling?

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[matchadobo]

KIDD; fvck me like you love me

wc: 1933 summary: name finally gets vocal about her relationship with kidd, wanting more than just s3x warning/s: nsfw🔞, fem reader, smut-fluff-smut, very cute and sensual

"you catching feelings, captain?" you gazed at the shirtless redhead beside you, he's got his eyes closed and his human arm behind his head, his biceps and torso too fucking toned it drives you beyond insanity.

he opened his eyes, sitting and gazing down at you. "that so? you sure you're not breakin' first?" he got off the bed, waltzed to the bathroom without caring that he's fucking naked, and peed while looking at you in the mirror. after washing his hands, he made his way back.

"love, aye? you think you've got what it takes to love me?" he crawled back in the bed, reaching over to give you a wet kiss.

"mm-mm, it's too late, eustass. we've got to resupply and leave early tomorrow." you pulled away, but he instead planted kisses on your neck, gripping your waist closer.

"why'd i have to listen to you? i'm the captain of your ship, sugar." he murmured by your shoulders.

"come on, like i don't shut you up during sex." you got on top of him.

"you do most of the shutting up, don't you? got you all dumb over my cock." he had a firm grip on your hips, up to your waist, before he settled them on your tits. "what do you want? wanna go for round 2?"

"wanna know what i really want?" you leaned down, nose to nose and forehead to forehead with him. "i want you to fuck me like you love me."

he looked at you with stunned eyes, blinking as if it'd give him the clarity from what he just heard. "you've already dropped the hint so many times, right? why don't you come prove it, big guy?"

progress was there, but it ain't hefty. baby steps, you know eustass wasn't big on emotions. you'd notice he'd be on your side more, if not behind, or maybe act more protective by standing before you. he doesn't want to undermine how strong you are, he just wants to show you that this meathead will protect you.

he'd start holding you tighter during idle times in parties, his arms and touch would never leave you nor would his lips, you'd always find a place for yourself between his thighs.

when you're doing chores like laundry and dishes, he helps you and once you tease him about it, he'll brush off an excuse like he's bored and tells you to shut up about it. he'll even use his powers to give an extra hand. he'll even go an extra mile to help you carry stuff, brushing it off that your ass might get tired and he doesn't want to deal with it kinda shit.

and that one time, on your birthday, he even baked you a cake! with killer's help of course, but he didn't tell you that 🤫. he even got some frosting and powder on his body and shirt while handing it to you. he was the cutest thing.

instead of inviting you for booze, he'd have an intricately designed metal bouquet and will shyly hand it to you while asking you to have dinner with him at some lowkey diner on town. when you two would finish, he'd take you to the dock near your ship and dip your toes on the sea while watching the stars, moon, and entertaining yourselves with more shit you to never run out to talk about.

once it becomes too late and you two are in the mood, he'd give you a long kiss before spinning you around like the one they do in romantic movies. once you face him again, he'd wrap you in his embrace and place a kiss on your forehead. "you ready? i'll show you how the next pirate king fucks you like he loves you."

you found your saliva pooling in your mouth, hence choking, while alternating your gaze at his lustful, amber eyes. "i'm...scared?"

"that's what you also told me when we first met. seems you attract what you fear, lovely." he chuckled, letting you go before intertwining your fingers together as you two walked hand in hand on your shared quarters.

he'd start by taking your coat off, placing a kiss on your cold, bare shoulders on the way. you shivered and leaned at his touch. he then zipped down your dress, hooking the arm loops by your arms to let it slide down the floor before grasping your mounds firmly. his cold hands left you breathless as you shut your eyes.

"turn around for me, angel." he mumbled softly and you complied. he raised your chin with his index and planted a kiss on your lips, something was different about how he kisses lately. he takes his time taking your breath away with how long he wants to stay connected. he got more handsy, more on your neck, jaws, and cheeks.

your hands made its way to his clothes, slipping off his tank top and unbuttoning his jeans. he'd guide you to his raven, velvety bed while staying connected to you, swallowing your moans. once you made it to the bed, he'd let you lay down as he gets on top of you.

"ehh? doing the giving? that's a surprise, kidd." you propped yourself up by your elbows, watching him plant wet kisses on your bare body.

"mmm, wanna give my woman what she deserves." he peppered your skin with haphazard kisses and licks, making sure to stipple the surface of your torso with the prints from his lips.

"you're getting more slick with words, captain." you smiled, observing how he proceeds.

"aye. you've taught me beautiful things, sweet stuff." he met your twinkling eyes, his lips had a sheen of saliva as the tint on his lips get more smudged with each kiss on your body. "let's get this thing off, hm?" he lowly growled, biting the string of your panties and sliding it off your hips. "'s on the way."

"what a naughty captain you are." you got comofrtable, combing your fingers through his rich, ruby locks.

"you see," he pried your thighs open, nibbling at the skin just before your cunt. "i haven't gone to realize how much 'giving' is so much better than 'receiving' until i've seen you look at me with that dirty glint on your eyes, expecting to be praised and made love to." he reached over to brush his thumb under your eye. "how it begs for more and how you repeat 'please' like a dirty, little prayer when i dote on your pretty, throbbing cunt." he then placed his thumb to rub on your clit while keeping his eyes on you, he smirked seeing your face contort to a lewd pout. "and don't even get me started when you scream my name, sweetness. you sound so, so fuckin' precious."

"i'm at my fuckin' knees, my queen."

you stifled your moans with his pillows, pushing his head further in your cunt. he reached over to hold your hand, letting you bury his head on your sopping crevice.

once you were a panting, crazed, whore, he'd finally wipe off his mouth like he just had the meal of his life. he'd kiss you with the same lips that drowned in your juices, it was so dirty yet you love it so much.

he positioned himself. he rarely does missionary, he loves your ass so much he'd always be headstrung on giving you backshots. but now, he'd want to never take his eyes off you, the same with you to him. so he pressed his forehead to yours, intertwining your fingers with his, and exchanged breaths once he was fully in. you two fucked so many times but this one feels different, he feels different. he's warmer, he's more gentle. he looked into your eyes way more, he kissed you way more, and he held your hands on the way, squeezing each time you felt like you were leaving earth with his unholy manner of fucking.

"don't lose yourself too much, bunny. we're doing this all night." he planted a kiss on your cheek then on your hand after before grasping your hips and drilled into you. "you look so beautiful like this, name." he panted, throwing his head back and seeing as his styled hair get more and more disheveled. a hotter version of your lover. his eyeliner and lipstick was already smudged with all the unholy acts you two have been doing. his hair has been pulled so many times and your lipstick marks have decorated his face and body.

"y-you're too-aah- fucking good- fuck-" you slurred with each thrust, scratching on his arms as your eyes rolled at the back of your head. he's filling you up so good, so full, and he even held you tight. you were in heaven.

he leaned down, bodies close together as he slowed down his pace. connecting his forehead with yours once again, intertwined hands settled at the side of your head, his eyes looking deeply into yours. his hips rocking you back and forth, prying your legs open.

"i love you." he broke out, kissing the corner of your lips. "you're the best fucking thing that ever happened to me, you know that?"

you broke into giggles at this once emotionally constipated man that used to scowl and bark violently at you who was now inside you, at your cheeks as you felt the heat in his face get deeper, proclaiming his love for you. you pulled him in for a hug, placing a kiss on his cheek.

there was something different about his eyes. his eyes mirrors how he desires you, not sexually, but physically. he yearns to have you inside of him. too desperate to have you in his arms. too hungry to hear how you say it back to him. too hopeful to make you feel good. too lost in the pleasure of your cunt and the melody of your moans.

and he was slow and gentle. delicately fucking you yet he was so deep and so good. his breath was hot against your cheek as he panted for more. his grip was firm yet protective. his thrusts were sharp but he always studied your gaze, seeing any shift in your expression. it was a silent exchange of words with parted lips and smiling eyes. you stayed like that for a while, earnestly memorizing how each other looked under immense hypnosis of the addicting back and forth feeling. a warm, budding sensation that left knots on your stomachs.

kidd is the most, if not the only one, vocal partner you have ever slept with. he wouldn't have any shame in being so loud and letting your crew members hear how good he's feeling. but tonight, he was all about hums and low growls. he wanted to hear you more. he wanted to hear how much you wanted him. he wanted to hear how good he's making you feel. he wanted to chorus with your moans and let yours echo in his ears.

so once he was close, he placed his lips by your cheek after kissing your forehead. "do i come inside? can i come inside?" he begged, tucking hairs behind your ear. his hot breaths and guttural moans driving you stupid.

"hmm, i wouldn't mind having cute, little brats with you." you smiled ear to ear, placing a kiss on his forehead. you saw the gradual, sheepish smile that spread across his lips. "i'll be glad they'll take after their father."

this was kind of all over the place? buuut can't get started on the requests yet 🥹 shit at school are piling up again

[stinkysam]

Roronoa Zoro - Stronger.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “zoro surprisingly crushing on the new male crew member who's strong as fuck??” - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

Zoro recognized you instantly when he first saw you talk with Luffy.

He had seen your bounty poster many times before, and he had wanted, as a pirate hunter, to go after you but never found you. Which Luffy had managed to do so quickly and even invited you in his crew to be a part of them.

He couldn't stop staring at you. He kept telling himself it was because he was still in shock about it, such a high bounty in their newly started pirate crew. Not because you were a beautiful man, stronger than any of them reunited and even more. No, he preferred to deny it.

He trained with you as well, or more accurately, watched as you trained. His push-ups are long forgotten as he watches your shirtless body move swiftly, sweat dripping down your skin slowly as you squats down repeatedly, your very well defined ass facing him.

His eyes widened slightly as you grabbed the heaviest weights they had on the ship, handling them easily. Before continuing your training.

From your point of view, you had an ex pirate hunter staring you down, probably still wanting to take your head on a silver plate. Which wasn't good. Not that you feared for your life, you weren't Mihawk's equal but you were still pretty strong and knew you could take Zoro in a fight anytime you wanted. But for the mood. It was quite annoying to have a “close friend” that wished for your death.

And since you're on the same crew, you couldn't have that. So you decided to talk to him.

You placed down the weights on the floor and sighed. You didn't really want to have that discussion but you had no other choice. His constant staring was annoying you in the long run.

You took the towel that was sitting nearby and wiped yourself up with it, still under the stare of Zoro, trying to side-eye you discreetly.

You threw the towel aside and walked toward him and quickly Zoro returned to doing his push-ups, as if he hadn't been looking at you the whole time.

“Hey. We have to talk.” You said, placing your hands on your hips. Your biceps clenching and unclenching.

“We do ?” He doesn't stop his push-ups, as if he was too busy to pay you any mind.

“I know you were a pirate hunter before, but you have to let that in your past.”

“Huh ?”

“It's a bit annoying to have someone who wishes he could kill me, but can't, stare at me instead, constantly.”

“What ?” He stops, sitting down, rubbing his hair.

“You can't kill me. Get used to it.”

“I… don't want to kill you. You're a part of the crew.” He said as if it was obvious.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Then why do you keep staring so much ?”

He stared at you silently, confused, before realizing how many times you might have caught him looking at you. He blushed lightly, unsure of what to say.

“So ?”

“Huh…” He blushed even more, still not finding a good excuse. “You're… strong.” Is all he managed to say. You irked an eyebrow once more, thinking. Zoro didn't wanna admit he was also staring because you were ripped as fuck and good looking.

“So… you want me to… train you ?” You asked slowly, unsure.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I promised Luffy I wouldn't lose again. So… I need more training.”

“I see. Sorry for misinterpreting it. It was kind of intense how you stared at me sometimes.” You said and Zoro felt a bit ashamed, but glad he managed to not embarrass himself more.

“You wanna do it now ?” You asked, pointing to where you were a few minutes ago and his eyes widened a bit, taken aback by your suggestion before rapidly getting a hold of himself.

“Sure. Let's do this quickly.” He said with a grin, standing up, trying to act as confident as he could. He knew he could stand against you for a few minutes… if you didn't go all in, of course.

But the proximity that training together was promising, was making him a bit anxious.

“Scared you'll lose ?” You asked, looking back at him. “I mean, you will, but why stress about it.” You added with a cocky smile and a wink.

He stiffened, letting out an awkward “I'm not.”

You trained for a bit, and you didn't even break a sweat while sparring against him, which started to get on his nerves.

You had managed to throw his three swords away from him, and continued in hand to hand combat. His heart pulsed quickly, faster than it ever did each time your hands touched him, even if it was to punch or push him.

Despite that he focused on trying to make you sweat as much as him, or at least a little bit. Which was easier said than done.

Then, out of nowhere you grabbed him, locking his arms and his head as his back rested against your chest. He could feel you breathe calmly against him.

“I think we should stop.” You smiled, still holding him against you as he struggled for freedom.

“Alright…” He finally said and you let go of him. But as Zoro walked away, he tried to give you one last kick you easily dodged, pushing him to the floor with a loud thud.

He glared at you before resting his head on the floor, defeated, his swords scattered.

“Dinner should be ready.” You said with a smile, walking away slowly, grabbing your stuff to clean up the room a bit before leaving.

Zoro remained there, breathing loudly, thinking. You were definitely something…

“Marimo ! Dinner is served !” Zoro could hear from where was.

He sighed, slowly getting up and grabbing his swords before putting back on his shirt to leave and join the other in the kitchen.

[loganwritesprobably]

Love Looks Different

Some t4t love between a FTM!Reader and Crocodile, Mihawk and Ace. If people were interested I'd happily take a stab at trying a MTF!Reader too

Content/Warnings: FTM!Reader, FTM!Crocodile, FTM!Mihawk, FTM!Ace, fluff, t4t love, Cross Guild era for Croc & Mihawk, pre-Marineford for Ace, pretty much all fluff, Reader takes T + has had top surgery in Croc's section, Reader wears a binder in Mihawk's section, Reader and Ace are both pre-top surgery in Ace's section and sunbathe shirtless

Crocodile had woken earlier than you, as was usual. It would be nice to not wake up alone occasionally but you weren't one to complain. You'd known what you were getting into when you began to date ex-Warlord Sir Crocodile.

You padded out from your shared bedroom to the main living area of your shared tent, itching at the scars on your chest. A breakfast was already made for you, and keeping warm in the oven. You smiled and collected the sausage and bacon sandwich from the oven, quickly turning the appliance off, then dropped into the beanbag Crocodile had bought just for you, getting comfortable while you ate your breakfast. The paper was waiting for you on the side table beside the beanbag, and you happily took it in hand for some light morning reading.

"Sweetheart, are you up?" Crocodile asked softly as he walked into the tent, spotting you reading the paper almost immediately. "Yeah, I'm up. You need something?" You asked, taking the final bite of your breakfast sandwich. "Yes actually, would you mind doing my shot for me? My hand is trembling more than usual today." He asked, and you could see that he was embarrassed despite him trying to hide it. "Of course. I'll do yours, then I can do mine." You said, taking your lover's hand to be helped out of the beanbag, his eyes fond and your smile wide. You were only too happy to help.

You swung your blade, making contact with your buddy's. The sound resonated in your bones, and it felt good to get frustration out. You'd sourced someone from Buggy's crew to spar with, even if he wasn't as good as you usually would prefer to train with, he was serving his purpose.

"Darling - what are you doing?" Mihawk called out as he strode toward the training ground. You paused the sparring you were doing and wiped your brow with the hem of your shirt, nodding for the pirate to leave for now. "Just getting my blood pumping, and some energy out." You replied, approaching your boyfriend with a smile. You rested your sword against a barrel and reached up to kiss him. "With your binder on?" He asked with a raised brow, reaching beneath your shirt to tug at the hem of the item. You grimaced, a little embarrassed that you'd been caught. You hadn't come out here with intentions of doing dangerous exercise but you had forgotten you'd had it on until you'd already started and figured it was good training. "I won't always have time to take it off before a fight. I should train for the possibility." You replied, tangling your fingers in the ends of Mihawk's hair. "You should minimise the risk to your body by only doing it in dire circumstances." Mihawk retorted, not pleased by the reasoning you'd given him. You rested your forehead against his, sighing softly. You knew he was right, you were just being careless.

"I know how uncomfortable it is to take it off around Buggy's men. You can't guarantee they'll understand. But you know I am always here to defend you, should you need it." Mihawk assured you, rubbing a slow and gentle hand over your back, he then kissed your forehead. Your free hand traced up Mihawk's toned chest and slipped beneath his coat. His scars were practically gone, healed so well, but small signs of his major surgery remained, at the very edges of where his pecs now were, almost in his armpits. One day, the both of you would walk around with your chests proudly on display. For now, you let him be proud enough for the both of you.

You strode out onto the deck of the Moby Dick, glancing around for your partner. Ace was around here somewhere, you were sure. You spotted Thatch and Izou sitting together and chatting, and Pops was nowhere to be found. The deck was pretty quiet actually.

"Oh, finally, maybe you can talk some sense into him!" Haruta called out upon spotting you. You approached him with a confused smile, but you had a distinct feeling it was about Ace. "What's up?" You asked once the distance between you was shorter, coming to a stop beside your friend. "He's sunbathing with no shirt on." Haruta said, pointing in Ace's direction. It took you a minute of staring to realise what the problem was with that, and began to loudly laugh. He was sunbathing with his tits out. "No different to anyone else." You retorted with a shrug and a wink, removing your own shirt where you stood to join your lover. They were still adjusting and you didn't hold anything against them for it, it was too funny to be offended anyway.

You lay down on the deck beside Ace and laced your fingers together. "You're doing this on purpose." You said to him, and you didn't need to explain for him to understand. "Thatch blamed me for the state of the kitchen. I haven't even been in there today." Ace responded. "What was the state of the kitchen?" "Flour everywhere." "Oh, yeah, that wasn't you that was me." The two of you erupted into laughter, content to lay there together to enjoy the warm sun and just being together.

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[mrfellsans]

Warning!

Shirtless peppino!!!

Why I'm posting this pirate lookin peppino is bc I had a dream about peppino that looked like the image above and he had a pet shark and they lived in like this jungle forest thing or idk but that dream was pretty interesting (peppino almost died because people with there other pet sharks kept ganging up on him lmfao)

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I did the thing guys

I did another CHAPTER GUYS

I DID IT

Gods I love being able to write on an actual computer again. My glorified typewriter. So happy.

So here we are, chapter two!!!!

My poor socially awkward lil swordsman bb I lub hims

Strawhat Stowaway

Chapter 2

Ch. 1 link

Little bit of hurt/comfort, slow burn, silly, fluffy, will be trigger warnings in later chapters but not this one

Wordcount: 3.2k Taglist thingy that I just had to edit in because I forgot I'm so sorry: @dimplewonie @hearts4zoro @kawennote09

After an alcohol drenched Halloween party at your friends' dorm, you wake up to find yourself in a strange place. This might not be quite as alarming...if not for the fact that it's an entirely different world, enshrouded with pirates and strange magic.

♬♫ Desperate Guy - The Fratellis ♫♬

Hear me now, hear me now, there’s nothing very much I wouldn’t do to catch your eye

And you can’t see me now, see me now, there’s just so many things I’m haunted by

He heard Nami offering to loan you a change of clothes as he crossed the deck, but that was drowned out by your words from minutes earlier, still echoing around Zoro’s head; your cheeky smirk while your eyes passed over him, blatantly checking him out.

I’d settle for a date.

Zoro had been on his own for a few years before meeting Luffy. He’d had a handful of one night stands, but this was new. You had appeared out of nowhere, less than an hour ago, and now you were flirting with him—and all he had managed to do in response was stare at you and stammer like an idiot.

You had to be joking.

You were probably joking. You seemed like the type, already had been joking around a little about the gravity of your situation, taking it in stride instead of shutting down in fear and defeat. That was pretty cool in itself. You definitely had resolve.

And you seemed pretty smart. And pretty hot—

“God dammit,” he grumbled under his breath, rolled his eyes at himself as he entered the small cabin with the hammock stretched across from one wall to the other. He pulled his t-shirt off a little more aggressively than he intended and tossed it at the hammock, digging through his belongings for a new one. He had to get a hold of himself; you had made one little comment and he was acting like an idiot.

“…seem to be taking this pretty well.”

“I mean, I can’t really do anything about it if I don’t even know how I got here.” He glanced sharply toward the doorway when he heard your and Nami’s voices drawing nearer, crossing the deck as he pulled out a black shirt and red haramaki. “And I’ve never been on a ship before, so that’s pretty cool once you get past the existential dread.” You glanced through the doorframe as you were passing by with Nami, meeting his eyes for a moment, and he was pretty sure you smirked again and glanced across his shirtless torso before disappearing past the view of the doorframe. “And I’m not complaining about the views, either.”

Yeah, you had definitely smirked again.

The swordsman could do little more for a long moment than stand there staring at the doorframe, frozen in place, gritting his teeth and twitching slightly. It was like you were intentionally trying to get him flustered—and he had to growl a few swears under his breath as he shook out his shirt and pulled it over his head, because damn it if it wasn’t working.

“Hey, Zoro!”

Zoro jolted in alarm halfway through straightening his haramaki, jerking his head to look over his shoulder at Luffy.

Hanging upside down in the doorframe, presumably by his feet from the deck above, given he was holding his straw hat in place with both hands.”Hey, how come you’re red?”

“I’m not red,” he said through his teeth, adjusting his waistband.

“Uh…yeah you are,” said Luffy slowly, tilting his head.

Zoro rolled his eyes. “The hell do you want?”

“Oh, yeah—what’s the deal with the stowaway?” Easily distracted as ever, Luffy launched into a tirade of excitable questions. “Where’d she come from? Did you talk her into joining the crew yet?”

“Yeah,” Zoro scoffed, fixing his swords in place at his hip. “Crew therapist.”

“Whoa, seriously? That’s great!”

Zoro stared at the self-proclaimed captain for a long moment, raising an eyebrow at him. “That…that was joke.”

“Aww….” Luffy frowned, swinging back and forth in the doorframe like some strange clock pendulum. His frown turned thoughtful after a few seconds. “What’s a therapist do, anyway?”

“Give advice for money, apparently.”

“Sounds weird.” He finally dropped down, flipping over to land on his feet in the doorway and straightening his hat before tucking his hands behind his neck. “Could be useful, though. Good for morale.” He gave a resolute nod with that brief assessment, hitting his fist into his opposite palm. “We’re recruiting her.”

Zoro just gave a sigh and shook his head in borderline disbelief—though only borderline, because this was Luffy, and he had already come to expect this level of childlike impulsiveness out of him. He turned to the side to move past Luffy in the doorframe. “Good luck with that.”

Though there really wasn’t much else you could do right now—no one had any idea how you had ended up on the ship, and there was at the present no way for you to get back to where you came from. You were, in a word, stuck.

“Oh, come on, you have to help, too.” Zoro rolled his eyes as Luffy clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re my first mate! And besides, you’ve talked to her more than anyone else.” Luffy nodded as they reached the deck railing, hopping up to sit there. “That’s your first official assignment as my first mate—recruiting a crew therapist.”

“Yeah. Sure thing, ‘Captain.’”

There was really no point in telling Luffy that they weren’t a crew—it fell on deaf ears. Zoro really didn’t have any major issue following him at this point; Luffy had more than proven himself an able fighter against both Buggy and Kuro; had, even if half of it was purely luck, managed to procure them a ship, and protect said ship against a Marine vice admiral. Even if his methods weren’t exactly conventional…they had worked. No one could deny that.

But it was a little more of a stretch to recruit you, when it was pretty clear that you didn’t even want to be there.

And yet you seemed pretty cozy with both Nami and Usopp when you emerged back onto the deck with them, the three of you looking at some rectangular device in your hand. The gaudy costume tricorne hat you had been wearing when you showed up was now on top of Usopp’s head, and you had changed into a black patterned tank top and dark shorts, and at this point Zoro was just doing his damnedest not to even look at you.

“…makes calls, plays music, takes pictures,” you were saying, as the other two stared over your shoulders at the device in clear bafflement. “You really don’t have anything like this here?”

“Den den mushi, but all they do is make calls,” said Nami. “But this thing is—” She shook her head, laughing. “This is weird.”

“Hey, can I—?” said Usopp, holding his hand out, and you shrugged and handed it off to him. He laughed and pushed himself between Luffy and Zoro at the railing. “You guys gotta see this, it’s a cell phone. Hang on, hang on—”

Zoro looked over at the device, his brow furrowing as Usopp tapped at it—and then all three of their faces appeared on the front of it.

“What the f—?”

“Whoa…” Luffy waved his hand in front of it, and the picture on the device mimicked him perfectly. “That’s so cool!”

“Yeah, and you touch this, and…” Usopp tapped a circle toward the bottom of the device. “And it makes it into a picture—”

It—how—?!” Luffy grabbed it from Usopp, gawking at the picture of the three of them. He looked between it and Usopp and Zoro, eyes wide as saucers. "It—it just—? So cool—”

“Yeah, and it saves it, look…”

Usopp touched the device, pulling his index finger across it, and the picture changed to one of him, you, and Nami, with Usopp openly gawking and Nami staring at you in alarm while you seemed to be giggling at their shock. Zoro tilted his head a little as Usopp went on scrolling through pictures, tuning out his explanation that it operated via some weird otherworldly magic called a “battery.” The majority of the pictures seemed to be of you, or of you with other people, maybe family and friends. There were quite a few of you with a younger girl that resembled you a great deal, and just as Zoro had opened his mouth to ask about it, he abruptly found himself unable to form any words at all at the sight of the next picture.

And barely managed to catch the device when Usopp dropped it in equal shock—and barely caught Luffy by the back of his shirt when he nearly fell backwards over the railing.

There was no denying at all that Zoro was more than a little red in the face now—why the hell were there pictures of you naked in the thing?

You and Nami exchanged a glance as Zoro stared off to the side and held the phone out at you, mumbling some incoherent apology that was somewhere between sorry and didn’t know. You made a weird sort of strangled squeak in your throat when you glanced at the screen, and Nami gave a snort of laughter as you shoved it back in your pocket.

Luffy recovered a great deal more quickly, turning and flopping over the railing. “Can we go eat now? I’m starving.”

“What else is new,” Nami commented.

Down on the docks below, Luffy set immediately to his plans to recruit you onto the crew, explaining how they definitely needed a crew therapist for the sake of keeping up morale on long journeys, and you seemed more amused than anything at his antics. “What we really need is a musician, a pirate ship has to have a few good musicians. Can you play music?”

“Well, I played the flute in band when I was in high school,” you said, frowning a little.

“Perfect! Have you got one?”

“Ah…didn’t think to pack one before I got isekai’d into this shit-show, sorry.”

He tilted his head like a curious puppy. “Ise-what?”

“N…never mind,” you said, shaking your head. “Not important.”

Still, he was undeterred, practically buzzing with questions—what was high school, how did this “band” thing work, sports games, what sports? Soccer? As you explained the basics of the sport, also explaining that you weren’t sure because you didn’t exactly play it yourself and Usopp chimed in that he was kind of an expert at it, Zoro lingered behind the three of you, still trying to get the mental image of you sans clothes out of his head, to absolutely no avail—the picture seemed to have imbedded itself into the back of his eyelids.

“You look like a tomato.” He glared over at Nami at her snickering as she pointed between his face and his hair. “Red and green—”

“Shut the hell up,” he growled through his teeth

“She said you turned red when she asked you out, too.” He rolled his eyes when Nami elbowed him in the arm. “So the big bad swordsman doesn’t know how to talk to girls, huh?”

“Shut. Up.”

It normally wasn’t an issue for him, but for some reason it was quickly turning into one with you. How forward you were being about flirting when you had only laid eyes on each other for the first time barely an hour ago, how you had that little smirk any time you did—and that picture definitely hadn’t helped at all. Nami wasn’t exactly wrong, then. You definitely were having an effect on him that he wasn’t used to, but being taunted about it wasn’t going to do him any good.

Nor was nearly walking headlong into you the second that he entered the restaurant, his hand shooting out in reflex and grabbing your waist—and letting go just as quickly.

“Uh—sorry.”

But you were far too busy staring straight ahead as Luffy and Usopp spoke to the host, a little pale in the face, to even seem to notice or hear him. He gritted his teeth a little when he heard Nami give a small snort of laughter behind him, and that did seem to snap you out of your trance, as you looked at her sharply. You leaned to the side a little toward the other girl, eyes still glued to the fishman host, as you whispered, “Wh—what exactly is that?”

“That…” Nami glanced between you and the host, lifting an eyebrow. “You’ve never seen a fishman?”

“I don’t think we have those where I’m from,” you muttered through your teeth, and Nami had to cover a laugh with a put-on cough at your borderline panic. “They—they just—what, half fish half man?”

“Kind of,” she said. She approached the host herself when Luffy and Usopp tanked at their attempt to get a table at the evidently overbooked restaurant, and slipped him a small stack of berry notes, changing the man’s tune quickly. “They’re really not much different from humans,” she said quietly as all of you followed him down the stairs and into the dining area. “They can breathe underwater, though.”

“Can they?” you said, a little weakly.

The host led the group to a large, rounded booth, and Luffy hopped into it first, shifting over to the opposite end. Usopp took the next seat, followed by Nami and you. Zoro glanced between either end of the booth, decided he was probably better off not sitting that close to you, and made to sit down at the end of the booth by Luffy.

And promptly realized that this was going to be impossible with his swords at his right hip, as he got the sheathes briefly stuck between the booth and a few pillars situated next to it. He jerked them back out quickly.

“I’d be happy to check your swords for you, sir,” the host said pleasantly.

He glanced at the man—and briefly at you as he heard you giggle, your hand curled over your mouth to muffle it.

No choice, then. Great.

“I got this,” he said shortly, heading over to the opposite end of the booth. He sat down heavily, adjusting his katana, and made a point of not looking toward you again. The host left you with menus and a promise that your waiter would be with you all shortly, while Luffy leaned toward Usopp and wondered aloud what kind of food they had here.

Zoro, flipped open his menu and set immediately to seeing what kind of drinks they had—because dear god did he need one.

He kept mostly quiet during the brief wait, listening to the others and you discuss the menu. Discuss the restaurant. Discuss the crew—as Nami pointed out once more that they weren’t actually a crew, and Luffy brushed it off as he always did. You seemed more and more interested, and you honestly got along with everyone like you had been there for far more than just the last hour or so, joking around and laughing with Nami, calling Usopp out on one of his bullshit stories without any hesitation at all.

Maybe Luffy wasn’t too far off the mark in trying to recruit you.

The idle chat at the table was interrupted by a commotion at another end of the dining room by a couple of diners arguing with each other, a pirate and a marine lieutenant, with the situation being abruptly diffused by a waiter quickly knocking out both offending parties.

And, of course, Luffy already had the spark of recruitment in his eyes as the waiter approached the table and set down a plate of rolls, speaking in a curt tone.

“Hi. Welcome to our shitty restaurant, where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food.” Luffy made a grab for the plate without any hesitation at all. “My name is Sanji, what can I get for you?”

“One of everything, please,” Luffy said through a mouthful of bread,”

“Any drinks?” he said, glancing around the table. “One of our signature cocktails to help choke down your meal?”

“Giving us the hard sell, huh?” said Nami, leaning back and stretching her arm across the backrest.

Zoro glanced over when he heard you chuckle a little—and back at the waiter as his eyes flitted between you and Nami, his tone and expression shifting immediately as a smile curved at his lips.

“Apologies, ladies. Didn’t see you there. Would either of you care for an apéritif to start? We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock.” Luffy and Usopp both looked between you and Nami, and Zoro just crossed his arms, waiting for the idiot to finish. “Or perhaps you’d like a glass of Umeshu? You know…something sweet for someone sweet.”

And the audacious bastard winked.

Nami raised her eyebrows. “Something wrong with your eye?”

“Just blinded by your beauty.”

“I don’t know about my friend here, but I’m not really into sweet things, sweetie.” The waiter’s attention immediately turned back to you, and Zoro glanced over at you as you spoke up—as you leaned forward on the table, curling a hand under your chin, fluttering your eyelashes. “Whiskey for me. Lowball, on the rocks,”

So flirting was your thing, then.

Zoro cleared his throat loudly before the guy could fire back. “Waiter, can I get a beer? And something for my friends.”

“Two beers,” said Usopp. “I usually have three, but—”

“And a milk,” interupted Luffy, raising his hand.

“Water,” said Nami shortly.

“Three beers, one water, one milk, and…” He turned his attention straight back to you again—you, still leaning forward with your elbow on the table, your chin resting against your knuckles, your lips curved into a small smirk. “One whiskey, on the rocks? Any particular preference, madam?”

“Whatever vintage you recommend,” you replied coyly—and then you winked.

And his smirk only widened at that as he turned to leave. “Right away, madam.”

Zoro glanced over at you slowly, his eyes shifting between you and the departing waiter, lifting an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes over to him, still smirking. “Yes?” you said, waiting for him to respond.

“Nothing.” He rolled his eyes—it still seemed very much like you were doing this on purpose, toying with him just to get a reaction.

And if you were....

He rolled his eyes back over to you, “Madam,” he said sarcastically. “Forgive my rude behavior, madam. Would madam prefer her whiskey in a crystal glass, or would a golden bowl be more madam’s style?”

There was a fair bit of chuckling around the table. Nami nudged your shoulder, and you leaned to the side, your smirk widening into a grin as she whispered something behind her hand into your ear. You straightened back out, your eyes glinting with mischief as you met his gaze and laid your hand lightly on his bicep.

“Aww, you’re not jealous, are you?” And you only leaned in closer, laying your temple at his shoulder and fluttering your eyelashes again, and he immediately regretted opening his mouth as he felt his face heating up. “Should I tell our handsome waiter that you wanted to be flirted with too?”

“Wh—what—”

And the chuckling around the table turned into hearty laughter, as you pulled away and leaned toward Nami instead, leaning into each other as the pair of you more or less cackled at your quip.

He was taking all of this way too seriously—and the sight of you laughing like that, despite how desperate your situation was, made him smile a little. Made him laugh a little himself, tilting his head back against the backrest of his seat at the booth, and speak up amid the laughter, almost affectionately.

“I hate you guys.”

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The Swordsman and the Blacksmith | Chapter 5

Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Chapter wc: 3.1k

Chapter rating: SFW

Content/Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Fem!Reader, Enemies to lovers, SLOW slow burn, Eventual smut

Summary: Your skills as a blacksmith have made you desirable to both the government and pirates. You know you have to leave this island if you want to escape your fate, but that doesn't make the choice of leaving any easier. Roronoa Zoro is intrigued by your skills as a blacksmith. Your work is like nothing he's ever seen before. Unfortunately, you're hot-headed and he's rude and you both definitely hate each other.

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Chapter 5: The knife

The gentle caress of the sea breeze tousled your hair as you savored the rich aroma of your morning coffee. You’d woken up unusually early today, the prospect of getting your hands on steel again, to start creating, firing your spirit. Something had shifted in you after that argument, you felt free. No one had admonished either of you for the outburst, laughing and teasing you about it instead. It felt as though they were happy you’d finally let go of your reservations and let your true self peek through. You leaned on the railing of the quarter deck as you observed the activity below you.

Your eyes couldn’t help but follow the shirtless swordsman as he practiced his forms. You may hate the man, but you could see why Sandai Kitetsu had chosen him. It pissed you off to admit it, but you were sure he also had every right to Wado Ichimonji and Shusui. There was a rugged elegance to his movements, raw power that demanded attention. The fluidity and control of his haki coursing through the blades was incredible. You were more than certain he was deadly in a fight.  

“Hey! Asshole! Show me your swords.” You called out to him.

He glanced up at you, a scowl forming on his features at the interruption. “No,” he shouted back.

Rolling your eyes, you leaned further against the railing, your irritation mounting. “Aw, come on. Don’t be such a fucking prick about it.” You retorted, your words laced with frustration.

The swordsman’s only response was his middle finger before he turned back to the movement he was trying to master.

You scoffed. Didn’t matter, you’d decided today was going to be a good day. You pushed yourself away from the railing, heading towards your forge with a spring in your step. The fires had to be hot enough now to get started. You hummed to yourself, smile bright on your face.

The heat of the forge enveloped you like a warm embrace as you stepped into the small workshop aboard the Thousand Sunny. Beads of sweat formed on your brow, a testament to the intense heat radiating from the roaring flames. With a determined expression, you approached your sturdy workbench, where a stack of raw steel awaited your skilled hands.

Your eyes wandered across the multitude of options presented before you. They stopped on a smaller slab, it seemed to call to you. Taking a deep breath, you picked it up. The familiar coolness of the metal felt nice in your palm.

“What will you be?” You asked the bar, eyeing it gently.

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight in your grasp, finding its core, its essence. You turned it a few times in your hands, feeling for its quirks, its personality. You smiled as a picture formed in your mind.

“A knife, huh?” you said to the steel. “You want to be useful, don’t you?” You could honor that. “Don’t worry, I’ll find you a most passionate owner,” you told it, Sanji passing your mind.

You examined the steel more thoroughly. It was mild steel, its low-carbon content would make it perfect for the outer shell of a kitchen knife. You’d still have to reinforce it with a high carbon core to ensure durability over the years. Good. It wouldn’t be too hard, the perfect project to test this new forge.

You donned on your leather apron and gloves, taking a long linen cloth to cover your hair so it didn’t burn at the contact of the imminent sparks that would scatter in the workshop. The steps were now clear in your mind, you wasted no time in getting started, eager to craft a blade worthy of the chef’s culinary skills.

With a steady hand and focused mind, you retrieved a length of high-carbon steel, feeling its weight and potential beneath your fingertips. You immersed it into the searing heat of the fire, precision and purpose in your quick movements. The rhythmic cadence of the flames cast a familiar warm hue on your face as you impatiently waited for the steel to turn from a dull gray to a glowing fiery orange.

When the steel attained the desired temperature, you carefully took it out of the fire, setting it on the anvil with care. Your hand went to the hilt of your hammer, its familiar weight feeling like an extension of your very being. You closed your eyes, letting go of the turmoil of your mind. You took a deep breath in as you drew from the strength of your soul, allowing haki to flow through you, infusing your tool with power. As you exhaled, a sense of calm washed over you, your focus honing to a razor-sharp point.

With a resounding clang, the first strike of your hammer against the hot steel sent a shockwave of power rippling through the air. Sparks erupting in a dazzling display, mingling with the crackling dark spirals of your haki as they danced around you. Each strike was a symphony of strength and skill, the metal yielding beneath the relentless force of your blows.

 Once you were satisfied with the core’s shape, you turned your attention to the mild steel. As you worked, the heat of the forge faded into the background, replaced by a singular focus on the task at hand. Time seemed to blur as you lost yourself in the rhythm of the forge, outside world melting away until only you and the metal remained into existence.

With a final strike on the combined metals, the shape of the knife was complete. It was time to start the grinding process. You allowed your eyes to look out the door momentarily, eyes squinting against the brightness of the midday sun. A tray with a pitcher and some food had been left on a small bench, you realized with a start that you’d missed lunch.

As you devoured the offering hastily, you couldn't help but feel slight anxiety at the hope the cook would like this gift. The scorching heat of the forge brought you back to reality. You were ready to lose yourself in your work again, eager to see how the patterns of the steel would show up as you would grind away the scales that had formed on the surface of the cooled steel. With renewed vigor, you turned your attention back to the knife in progress.

With a flip of a switch, the grinding belt hummed to life, its rhythmic whir echoing in the confined space of the workshop. You took a moment to admire the patterns emerging on the surface of the steel as the scales were meticulously ground away. Each pass revealed the intricate layers, a testament to the fusion of high carbon and mild steel. The blade began to take on a life of its own, its unique design coming to fruition under your skilled hands.

Hours passed, the repetitive sound of grinding becoming a soothing background melody as you lost yourself in the meditative process. The knife, once a mere slab of metal, now started to embody the essence of your craftsmanship. The curves and edges spoke of precision, a harmony born from the dance of the forge.

With the grinding phase completed, you moved on to the critical step of heat-treating the blade. You carefully heated it until it glowed a vibrant red, then plunged it into a quenching oil bath, the sizzle and hiss filling the air. The transformation was underway, the blade evolving from raw potential to sleek excellence.

As the knife cooled, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The next steps involved the delicate processes of polishing and etching, adding the final touches to your creation. The blade was brought to a fine shine, and you meticulously etched a decorative mermaid pattern onto its surface, a subtle yet captivating addition that shined when the light hit it at the perfect angle.

Now, the knife was ready for its handle. You sifted through your collection of materials until you found a rich, dark wood that complemented the elegance of the black blade. With practiced hands, you shaped and polished the handle, ensuring a comfortable grip for its future owner.

The final assembly brought together the blade and handle in a seamless union. You marveled at the completed knife, a fusion of craftsmanship and passion. It held a story within its layers, a narrative of hours spent in the forge, shaping not just steel but a piece of your soul.

As you cleaned and arranged your tools, you noticed the sun beginning to dip below the horizon. The workshop was now bathed in the warm hues of the sunset. You couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment as you wrapped the finished knife in a clean linen cloth. You wondered for a moment if it was too late in the day to present your gift to the cook but the echo of laughter coming from the galley told you otherwise.

Your feet carried you to the door of the kitchen eagerly, anticipation making your hands tremble in the slightest way. You stopped in front of the door gathering your courage as you listened in on the loud conversation.

“Did you see the way (Y/n) was handling that hammer? It was like magic!” Luffy exclaimed, his voice full of excitement.

You shifted awkwardly at the praise.

Usopp chimed in, his tone filled in awe. “Yeah! And did you see the sparks flying everywhere? It was like she was conjuring magic right before our eyes!”

Sanji’s smooth voice drifted through the air. “Ahhh, (Y/n) may have been covered in soot and sweat, but the elegance she was exerting was as captivating as a siren’s song.” He mused.

“I have to admit, I knew you weren’t lying Luffy” Nami said taking a pause to find the right words. “When you said she was impressive, I didn’t doubt it, but I never could have guessed it would be so extraordinary.” She finished, tone stunned in awe.

Your hand stilled on the doorknob, blush heating your cheeks at the words of admiration.

Robin’s gentle laughter followed. “Indeed, she possesses quite the unique ability. Watching her work is delightful.”

Franky’s booming voice resonated next. “I’ve seen my fair share of blacksmiths in action, but none compare to (Y/n)! Our little firecracker’s skills are really SUPER!"

Chopper’s enthusiastic squeal added to the chorus of praise. “I can’t believe how talented (Y/n) is! She’s like a superhero! I wonder what she’s been making.”

You took that as your sign to come in, opening the door.

“Oh! (Y/n)! You’re finally out!” Brook said delighted by your presence.

“You’re just in time for dessert,” Sanji said with a smile.

You cleared your throat. “Uhm actually Sanji, I have something for you.” You said. He turned back to you, curiosity in his eyes. “I really want to thank all of you for taking me on, I just… guess you’re the first person to receive my appreciation.” You continued shyly as you handed him the wrapped blade, apprehension keeping your body taut.

Sanji’s eyes widened as he unwrapped the finely crafted knife. The black blade gleamed in the warm light of the galley, mermaid pattern glowing in a purplish hue. Sanji gave it an expert twirl in his hand, feeling the balance of the blade. The handle, polished to perfection, felt smooth and comfortable in his grasp.

“For me?” Sanji asked, his usual playful demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine surprise. The crew fell silent, their eyes fixed on the knife, its aura demanding all the attention.

“I know you already have amazing knives, but I thought maybe you’d have some space for one more?” You said nervously.

“(Y/n)! This is incredible! I’ve never seen anything like this. Thank you so much!” Sanji exclaimed with a childish smile.

You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, all tension leaving your shoulders.

“Let me see!” Usopp said excitedly.

“Me too!” Chopper chimed in. Everyone fighting playfully to see your hard work for themselves.

As you settled into your chair, weariness seeped into your bones, a heavy weight after a long day of forging. The lively banter of your crewmates provided a comforting backdrop, but you couldn't shake the sense of exhaustion that washed over you like a tidal wave.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the swordsman's gaze lingering on you, an unknown intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Yet, in your current state of fatigue, you lacked the energy to address the unfamiliar tension. With a resigned sigh, you loosened the bindings of your hair, allowing it to cascade in soft waves over your shoulders, a small act of surrender to the fatigue that engulfed you.

Just as you began to sink into the solace of relaxation, Nami's voice pierced through the tranquility of your mind, jolting you back to the present. "By the way, (Y/n)," She said. "We've spotted the next island today. We'll probably make a stop tomorrow, but it looks like a Navy base," she informed you, her tone laced with a hint of concern. "We're getting pretty low on food, so we'll have to steal some from them. The whole routine is pretty standard to us, but we were wondering... Do you know how to fight?" She asked.

Her question hung in the air, casting a sobering shadow over the jovial atmosphere. It was a stark reminder of the choices you’d taken. And yet, amidst the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of trust in her inquiry, a silent acknowledgment of your role within the crew.

You paused, considering her words carefully. “I’m not a fighter, if that’s what you’re asking.” You said. “But I know how to defend myself.”

“Good! We’ll add you in the roster then!” She responded. “We usually let chance pick the different teams for those missions, so don’t worry too much about it! You might even get to stay on the ship!” She smiled at you.

You smiled back. A navy base, huh? That would prove interesting.

Roronoa Zoro couldn’t help the irritation stirring within him as the shitty cook unveiled the knife. His brows furrowed as he watched the genuine expression of delight on the chef’s face as the man twirled the blade skillfully in his hand.

He scoffed inwardly at the display. The blade was black, haki infused. His fingers twitched. He hated to admit it but how he longed to hold the blade. He shifted uncomfortably, his scowl deepening at the excitement around him. His gaze wandered to the door, contemplating slipping away unnoticed.

But then, his eyes landed on you.

There you stood, a faint smile playing on your lips as you watched Sanji’s reaction with a mixture of relief and nervousness. Your hair was wrapped in a white linen cloth, soft strands had escaped the confines of the binding, opting to cling to your sweat covered skin. A soft blush of happiness adorned your rosy cheeks mixed with streaks of ashes. You hadn’t really bothered cleaning up before coming in, your eagerness to give the knife surpassing all else. Your eyes met his briefly as you let the bindings of your hair go. Zoro couldn’t help the strange flutter in his chest, a strange sensation he couldn’t quite place. His irritation redoubled, ready to fight. You were lost in a conversation with Nami.

With a scowl Zoro stood up, grabbed a random bottle of booze, and escaped the cheerful ambiance of the galley for his usual peaceful nook in the crow’s nest.

That morning, they had all been surprised as the first clank of your hammer against steel had resonated in the air. A wave of energy had coursed through their bodies, Zoro’s concentration shattered instantly. The air had felt thick, the wind had halted, it was as though time had stopped. Then your hammer had hit steel once again and existence had resumed.

He had been caught so off guard by the display of power that he hadn’t been able to get his concentration back for the rest of the day. He’d sheathed his swords and headed to the crow’s nest with every intention of sleeping the day away. But like everyone else he hadn’t been able to resist the temptation to observe you in your mastery. His eyes had remained glued to your form, observing you from high up.

With a frustrated groan, Zoro took a swig from the bottle of booze he’d taken with him. The familiar sharp bite of the alcohol burning his throat in a comforting manner. He leaned back against the railing, his gaze fixed on the twilight sky as he attempted to push aside the turmoil of his thoughts.

The wind ruffled his short hair as he attempted to draw out his haki, trying to mirror the way you inexplicably had done earlier in the day.

“Damn it,” He muttered under his breath as he let go in failure, taking another swig out of the bottle as if to drown out his thoughts.

But try as he might, he couldn’t shake the image of you standing there amidst the chaos of the forge, soft strands of hair plastered against your neck, face streaked with sweat and ashes. The raw power dancing around you had been mesmerizing.

Zoro watched as one by one, the crew went to bed. He itched to see the knife for himself.

Giving in to the temptation, he entered the kitchen. His gaze immediately caught the knife. The black blade glinted in the soft light of the moon. As he approached, he could feel the subtle hum of haki emanating from the metal. His hand hesitated momentarily before picking it up.

His rough fingers traced the edge of the blade, the smoothness of the black steel beneath his touch sending a shiver down his spine. For a moment he was lost in the intricate patterns etched on its surface, the mermaid design captivating his attention. He gave it a hesitant twirl. Once. Twice. The balance was stunning, the sharpness of the edge deadly. It was a blade born not just from skill but from passion, a fact that irked him more than he cared to admit. He let his hand clench around the handle of the knife. The shape was perfect, it felt like an extension of his arm.

“It’s a stunning blade, isn’t it?” Robin’s voice shattered the silence.

He let go of the knife in surprise. The clank as it fell back down on the counter, loud in the stillness of the night.

“It is,” he admitted turning to face her.

“Sanji’s a lucky man,” she said with a soft smile, taunting him.

He didn’t answer.

Robin rolled her eyes at his stubbornness.

“Why don’t you let her look at your swords?” She asked as he was about to pass her. Zoro stopped in his tracks. “None, of your business,” he snapped, irritation lacing his words as he left the galley.

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You Called?

Summary: You're sunbathing on the deck as you notice your boyfriend, the sniper of the strawhat pirates, having fun with your crewmates. An idea forms in your mind. He's more than happy to indulge you.

Warnings: Y/N being a tease, also Y/N lowkey domming Usopp, AFAB Y/N, riding, creampie, implied cum-eating at the end lol

Usopp's hands shakily hold onto your waist as you bounce on his cock. His eyes are squeezed shut, and sweat beads from his forehead from where he's trying not to cum. The two of you had just started!

Earlier, you had watched him mess around with your captain while you were sunbathing on the deck. You laid on your stomach as you watched the boys pelt each other with water balloons, biting your lip at the sight of your boyfriend's abs dripping with water. A spark lit deep in your stomach. You smirked.

"Hey Usopp, could you c'mere a sec!" You whistled him over. He paused and turn to you and Luffy and Chopper took the opportunity to pelt him with as much water as they could. He shouted at theem before grumpily stalking over to you, sopping wet. You giggled.

"Hey, Y/N! You called?" The sniper smiled at you. You sat up a little, untying the top of your bikini. You giggled at his reaction, the way his eyes widened and the way his adam's apple bobbed as he gulped. "W-what are you-"

"I need your help reapplying this sun tan lotion, my love." You purred as you laid yourself back down. Resting your head on your crossed arms, you looked back at him coyly and nodded to the bottle of lotion beside you.

"O-of course! Lemme J-just..." Usopp stammered as he fumbled with the slippery bottle before getting it open and applying some lotion to his hands. He rubbed his hands together before pressing both palms to your back, gasping at how soft you felt.

Usopp's hands glided over your back ass he applied the lotion. He's given you a few massages before, and you really did love the way his skilled hands would work out the tension in your back. The boy fell into a routine of sorts as he kneaded at your shoulders before rubbing his hands back downward. It was sweet, but...

Gentle sighs escaped your mouth as his hands worked lower. When Usopp's hands pressed on a specific spot near your tailbone you let out a moan. You smirked as you felt him freeze, hands twitching from where they were on your back. He lets out a shaky breath but when his hands continue their movements the return is stilted, too forced like he was dragging himself back to attention.

"Hmmh~... Usopp..." You breathily sigh his name. Your boyfriend grips you from your sides. He pulls away and you startle a bit, kind of worried. What if you'd pushed him too far and made him uncomfortable? You sit up a little, turning around "Hey Usopp, are you ok-" Usopp is staring down at you, and one look at his crotch told you what he was thinking about.

"Y/N, Can we..." He trailed off. A playful smile worked its way onto your face.

"Can we what, my love?" You sat up, tying your bikini quickly (so you were covered) and taking his hands into yours. He was forced to look into your eyes. He gulped as you spoke again, "Tell me what you want."

"C-can we... go to y-your room?" His hands trembled in yours, he was being such a good boy. You smiled and hummed as you nodded, placing a chaste kiss to his lips. With a giggle, you drag him to his feet and the two of you run to your room.

Nami, who was sitting nearby, watched this whole thing go down. She rolled her eyes with a fond smile before laying back on the deck.

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When you reached your room, you pushed him against the door as soon as it closed. Usopp grunted into your mouth, hands gripping your waist. It helped that you were in a bikini and he was shirtless. The feeling of his skin against yours made you whine into his mouth, and you pulled him backwards towards the bed.

Usopp let you take the lead, letting out a chuckle when you pushed him onto the bed. He sat up a bit on his elbows and you looked down down at him hungrily, hand on your hip. He laughed nervously.

"Strip." You ordered and he obeyed, rapidly hard cock springing forward. You untied your bikini, letting your tits bounce as you pulled it off of you. Turning around, you put your ass on display as you pull the rest of your swimwear off. You giggle at the way his cock twitches as you climb on top of him

"You ready hon?" You purr as you swipe some fingers through your soaked pussy with a pleased sigh. He nods and you tsk. "Use your words, Usopp."

"Y-yes, Y/N." The sniper shakily whispers. He's so hard it hurts. He loves the feeling of you taking control over him, of you using him like a toy. You're so sexy and soft in his lap.

A shudder travels up his spine as you line yourself up and sink down onto his thick cock. With a hum, you swivel your hips. Usopp sucks in a breath and his hands fly up to grip your waist. You lift yourself up and start to bounce and sway on his cock.

It takes everything in Usopp's power to not cum. To lose himself in the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing his cock like it's trying to milk it for all it's worth. His head tilts back and he moans, fuck you feel so good.

"Y'like me bouncing on your cock baby?" You coo as you bring one of his hands to hold onto one of your bouncing tits. Usopp sucks in a breath, hand squeezing your breast. "Tell me, Usopp."

"F-fuuck, you f- nghh haa- feel so.. gooddngh," Usopp whines and squirms underneath you. He starts to fuck into you, gripping your hips and meeting your thrusts downwards. "'M cl-ah! Close."

Upon hearing this, you clamp down on him, swiveling your hips and reveling in the moan bubbling out of your boyfriend. You whined, cradling Usopp's face in your hands, "C'mon baby... Give it t'me..."

His pace stutters before he stills inside of you, bitten out gasps and whines escaping his mouth. The base of your spine tingles as you feel his cock lurching and pumping inside of you, causing you to moan. Thick, warm cum dripped out of you after Usopp pulls out of ou, slumping against the mattress. The boy gasps for breath as you lay on top of him, giggling. You trace shapes onto his chest as you wait for him to find his voice.

"S...Sorry I came so fast..." The sniper pants after a moment. "You felt really... really good."

You giggle, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "It's okay Usopp." You reposition yourself so you're now sitting on his stomach. "You are gonna have to put that mouth to good use, though."

Usopp laughs before gripping your thighs, dragging you forward. You're hovering over him as he licks his lips, eyeing your pussy still dripping with his seed.

"Glad you didn't think I was done with you yet, Y/N. I'm just getting started."

Tags: @pileofmush @usopp-enjoyer

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☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Nine

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: Confused Thirsting.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~3.1k

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Ingles is three days behind the Red Force, and bright open skies stretch ahead. You grab Cerise’s soup and stew book and find a nice spot to sit on the deck while the men roughhouse and goof off. The sun feels nice on your face, and the slight breeze keeps the air from feeling too hot. You intend to spend the morning studying Cerise’s cookbook to bolster your cooking knowledge, but you instantly get distracted when the swords come out.

Slowly lowering the book in front of your face, you peer over the edge as Benn and Limejuice spar with live steel. Good gods, someone is going to get hurt! You blanch at the pair, wincing every time steel clashes and a sharp echo permeates the calm day.

“Better get used to it, Aria,” Hongo’s voice comes from your left. Glancing at him, you see him watching the pair of men. “This is pretty normal for us. We held off on it because we didn’t want to shock or upset you. But you seem to have adjusted, and they were itching to get some practice in.”

“I’m not shocked or upset; I’m worried they’re going to hurt each other,” you snort indignantly. “They’re using live steel, and we’re on a ship that constantly moves. What happens if someone gets cut or worse?” Hongo shrugs with a lazy smile. Of course, you wouldn’t be upset by them practicing! You just don’t want them to get hurt.

“Think about it, we’re pirates,” he states, returning his eyes to Benn and Limejuice. “Knowing how to wield a blade on a ship is pretty damn important in our line of work. We get used to the motions, and if someone does get hurt… well, I’m around, and they know how to take a cut.” You still don’t like the idea of them getting hurt by sparring like this, but you understand the need for practice and the practicality of practicing in the same conditions they might find themselves in. So you take to watching them.

Every single one of them moves with grace and skill, clearly having several years under their belts to hone the fine skill of wielding a blade. The sharp ring of metal on metal isn’t bothering you as much as it did at first, and you actually find enjoyment watching them as long as you ignore the little nicks and cuts they give each other. Then the shirts come off.

Naturally, they get hot and work up a sweat while sparring, but you hadn’t expected them to just whip off their shirts and continue. You nearly snort the water you’re sipping when Bonk Punch whips off his shirt without even pausing his spar with Gab. You’re slack-jawed for approximately a minute before realizing this is normal for them, and you probably shouldn’t worry about it. So you get over the fact that you’re watching grown men spar shirtless with live steel… until Shanks joins in on the fun.

You have no problem watching the men spar shirtless; they’re like older brothers to you at this point. But Shanks? Your jaw drops open the moment he takes his own shirt off, and you’re very lucky that Cerise’s cookbook is blocking your mouth, or the entire crew would see you gawking at Shanks. When you finally manage to snap your mouth shut again, you swallow thickly and take at least a minute to appreciate what a beautiful man Shanks is. He’s appropriately tanned from sailing the Blues, not too deep but not too light, with well-defined muscles that indicate lifting you over his shoulder with his only arm is effortless for him. Overall, his body clearly indicates he takes good care of himself.

In your eyes, he’s perfect in every way.

Your eyes stay glued to the captain as he pulls out his own sword and loosely bats away a few strikes from Benn. It should be heavily noted that while Shanks is one-armed and using his non-dominant hand to parry blows, his own blade moves with such refined grace that it looks like he’s barely putting any effort into it! You find yourself entranced and unable to tear your eyes away.

Benn and Shanks move about the main deck, exchanging light-hearted jibes at each other’s form and playing on each other’s age. Benn is fifty, but he moves with the suave grace of a twenty-year-old. Surprising, but at the same time, not at all. With the way the men live, their bodies are in a constant state of work. They don’t let themselves get lazy because one simply can’t be lazy sailing the Blues. Shanks is thirty-nine, and that surprises you.

He has the refined looks of a mature adult, but not someone almost going on forty. To you, he almost seems like he’s in his early thirties, not late thirties. He’s also laid back and fun. You haven’t ever encountered an adult his age who wasn’t crotchety, asinine, or just plain mean. Another reminder that you missed out on so much being confined to Bonn Manor. Your mind strays from old memories, distracted by the trickles of sweat carving paths along tanned skin.

You grow rather envious of those little trails running along smooth skin and beautifully crafted muscle. Perhaps not envious; jealous might be a better word. You want to trace those paths to find out if Shanks’s muscles are truly as sculpted as they appear to be. Your fingers twitch at the idea of running along warm skin, following dips and curves. Oh, it would be even better if it were your tongue… Freezing in place, you let out a strangled noise in the back of your throat and proceed to smack Cerise’s cookbook against your forehead as your face and neck ripple with unbearable heat.

For the love of the All Blue, Linaria! Get control of yourself!

Unfortunately for you, your noise and sudden face smack don’t go unnoticed, and the crew is now looking at you in concern.

“Aria?” Shanks calls out, lowering his sword and worrying that something is wrong. The last three days have gone so well, and he hates to have something happen now.

“I’m jealous!” you blurt out without thinking, and the moment your brain catches up with your lips, mortification soon takes residence within your body. Why did you say that!? You’re going to burn up right in that seat, reduced to a smoldering pile of bone and ash. What you do not expect is for the men to start laughing at you.

“Don’t be jealous. I’m sure you just have to bat your eyes at Shanks all nice and pretty-like, and he’ll give you some pointers on how to wield a sword,” Yasopp calls, doing a fancy trick with his slingshot. For a few precious moments, you don’t quite understand what the sniper means… then it comes to you. They think you’re jealous of them knowing how to use a sword! Relief floods your body, but the fiery burn of embarrassment over your rather naughty thoughts lingers. Slowly lowering the book from your forehead, you eye each of the men while trying not to openly gawk at Shanks and his unfairly handsome state.

“I don’t bat my eyes,” you huff with a grumble. There’s another round of laughter, and Shanks takes pity on you, sheathing his sword and walking over.

“They’re just teasing you,” Shanks says with a teasing smile of his own. He leans against the deck railing next to you and observes your body language. Something has embarrassed you; he can sense the heat pooling beneath your cheeks and neck, but he knows it’s a far better choice to pretend that your embarrassment does not exist. “Though Yasopp is technically correct.” You glare at the red-haired man, your embarrassment quickly trickling away. Shanks gives you a curvy smile.

“I’m not batting my eyes at you, just so we’re clear,” you retort, rolling your eyes and hugging the cookbook to your chest.

“Shame. I rather like your eyes,” Shanks replies, leaning in a little closer to look at your eyes. They are indeed a beautiful color, one that compliments the tone of your lavender hair. Your face and neck start to warm up again. Seas give you mercy; this man has no idea what he does to you. You don’t even know what he does to you!

“So about learning how to use a sword?” you broach, trying to steer your mind and the conversation away from Shanks’s body. Find your reason, Linaria. Shanks’s lips twitch.

“I’ll teach you. It’d probably be better for you in the long run,” Shanks admits, running a thumb beneath his lips. “But not when the men are sparring. They sometimes get carried away.”

“I can see that,” you say, eyeing Building Snake, who has a laceration that Hongo is lecturing him about keeping clean. “This is part of your routine, and they seem to enjoy it. Please don’t let my presence alter that. I’m not going to faint because Limejuice and Gab decided to settle a wager via a sword fight.” Your frank words have Shanks’s smile stretching wider as he chuckles.

“You sure?” Lucky asks, rubbing the back of his head. He’s used to doing all the cooking on board the Red Force, so you stating that you’re going to be more proactive around the ship by fixing meals for the crew is a little odd. Well, you have already forced your way into helping him to feel useful, and clearly, something has changed in the three weeks you’ve been on board.

“Quite so,” you answer, holding up one of Cerise’s cookbooks. ��I’ve come armed and ready and need some practice.” Lucky squints at the book, almost not believing what his eyes are telling him.

“Wait a minute, is that one of—”

“Cerise’s cookbooks? Yes, yes, it is,” you state calmly. “She gave me a couple to learn how to cook while sailing.”

“But those books are like the holy grail to Cerise. I spent an entire summer beggin’ for just a look at one and didn’t even manage that,” Lucky complains, wondering how you managed to get the old woman to give you not just one cookbook, but several! The cook decides then and there that you must have some sort of magical gift. “Well, if it’s one of Cerise’s recipes and she gave you her books, you must have impressed her. What were you thinking?”

“Her autumn stew with jerky,” you explain, opening the book to the page with the recipe on it. “I noticed that a lot of the ingredients you stocked up on in Ingles matched up with this recipe, and I’ve never had jerky before, so I figure it would be a good start.”

“Oh, that stew?” Lucky asks, bouncing in place at the idea of having Cerise’s famous autumn stew with jerky for dinner. It’s been at least a year since he and the crew tasted it. “The boys’ll eat it up! Probably won’t have leftovers, but that’s why we stock up on food.” You beam at Lucky, glad he’s on board with your plan.

“Great! Just keep them away from the kitchen. I know they like to snack on bits and pieces of stuff while you cook, and I will not allow that in my kitchen.”

“Your kitchen?”

“Yes,” you state. “If I’m cooking, it’s my kitchen. No snacks, no hovering, no ‘is dinner ready yet!’” Lucky lets out a slow-drawn sigh.

“You really do know us, don’t you.”

“I’ve spent the last three weeks watching all of you. It wouldn’t have been very smart of me not to pick up on your quirks and habits. Additionally, you are men.” Lucky gives you a hurt look, and you simply raise your eyebrow in challenge, for nothing you said is technically wrong. “Now then, where did the jerky get stored? We need to get that soaking…”

You are proud to say that the smells coming from the kitchen have many of the men coming to investigate. However, much to their great disappointment, Lucky Roux kicks them out before they can question what’s for dinner. You are busy reading through the cookbook yet again while the stew simmers on the stove and barely give the investigative men any mind. Cerise has handwritten several notes in the margins of her cookbook, giving high-quality tips and tricks she has learned over the years.

Such tips include how to pick out the best produce for this recipe, how long it will stay fresh in the fridge, and what cuts of meat are best for making jerky. Making jerky isn’t exactly something you ever thought you would want to know, but the more you think about it, the more you realize that jerky has a long shelf life and is good for the seas. Then again, you don’t even know if you like jerky! Your eyes flicker away from the book to the few bits of jerky left on the counter.

“Small bites, just in case you don’t like it,” you mumble to yourself before reaching over and snatching a small piece of jerky. Looking at the small piece of red meat, you smell it and shrug; its smell is surprisingly good. Nibbling on the edge of the jerky, you are pleasantly surprised by the intense meat flavor. Rather than take another nibble, you simply eat the rest of the piece, savoring the flavor and the rather exciting prospect of sneaking something behind Shanks and Hongo’s back. Giggling to yourself, you reach for Lucky’s special spoon and give the bubbling stew a stir.

“The men are getting restless,” Lucky announces, shooing away Benn for what has to be the fifth time in the last hour. He peers at the stew and feels his own stomach rumbling. Just by the smell, he knows that there won’t be a drop of soup left.

“Fifteen minutes,” you say, running the spoon through the stew and checking the consistency. Oh yes, fifteen minutes should be more than enough for the stew to come together. “You might as well tell them to wash up; I swear I can hear them drooling.” The cook does as you bade, chuckling at your words because the men indeed are drooling.

While you have a moment alone in the kitchen, you grab a small spoon from the kitchen drawer and dip it into the stew. You are fairly sure that by the smell alone, you haven’t made anything horrendous, and you have followed Cerise’s instructions to a T, but you don’t want the men to eat anything you cooked without tasting it first. Blowing on the small spoonful, you tentatively look at the spoon before sticking it in your mouth.

Oh.

By no means do you think the stew is anything special, certainly not if you had made it, but you are pleasantly surprised by how nice it tastes and how delicious the fresh vegetables have turned out. Of course, the flavor of the jerky is there, but the dried meat has softened to a texture that is only slightly chewy. Pleased that your first ever dish has come out well, you ladle some of the stew into a small bowl to eat before the men come along and eat everything in sight.

Bowl in hand, you squirrel yourself away in the corner of the kitchen and delicately eat your portion as the men file into the kitchen (at least in a somewhat orderly manner) to get their share of dinner. Shanks is last to grab a bowl, which he always does intentionally, and eyes you.

“You get enough to eat? The men have been driven crazy by the smell, and I doubt there will be any leftovers,” he speaks, serving himself a bowl and grabbing a spoon. You have been surprisingly absent the last two and a half hours; usually, this time of day, you like to be out on the deck to watch the shimmering sunset. “Are you going to come out on deck with the rest of us men, or has the drooling turned you away?”

“Oh, I’ve had enough. My stomach is still quite small, and it’s very filling,” you reassure Shanks with that gentle smile of yours he loves. “I’m just writing some notes down before I forget. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“I’ll hold you to that, madam, as your company has been greatly missed this afternoon,” Shanks states with a half-smile and a teasing gleam in his eyes. You giggle further and turn your attention back to Cerise’s cookbook. She has said that you can try adding your own variations to things after you have made the recipe as it is intended the first time. You are thinking about how to stretch the food made on the ship, and many of the recipes you’ve tabbed through in Cerise’s other cookbooks have main dishes over variations of potatoes.

You write down your last thoughts, making sure you note the nuances and taste profile of the stew. While you initially intended to learn how to cook to be self-sufficient, you find that you enjoy the task and want to work on the skill more than just for survival. Tucking the book away in a safe place, you wander out to the main deck while humming beneath your breath. The moment you appear on deck, the chatter of the men ceases, and you find all eyes on you.

“Something wrong?” you ask, your eyebrow rising while you look around.

“When did you learn how to cook?” It’s Bonk Punch who speaks. You blink and tilt your head to the side.

“Three days ago, why?”

“Bloody hell, you’re a lucky man,” Limejuice complains, much to your confusion as the rest of the crew nod with equal groans.

“Well, at least we get to enjoy it for now because this is life-changing,” Hongo mutters before diving back into his dinner. Nods go around, and they all resume eating, leaving you in a state of confusion.

“Come on, you’re missing the view,” Shanks says, guiding you by the elbow to the perfect view of the fading sunset. You look up at his face with your eyebrows scrunched.

“What was that about?” you question, really not understanding what the pirates are talking about. Shanks shakes his head and is grateful you don’t understand their subtle quips.

“They’re just being themselves, Aria, never mind them.” He reassures you, making a mental note to tell the men to back off on the comments. The last thing any of them wants is to scare you off.

Date Published: 1/25/24

Last Edit: 7/29/24

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[demonpiratehuntress]

hi hello dearie, hope this finds you well <3 i’ve been reading some of your Ace content for DAYS cuz is ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT and i have a hyperfixation for the man.

i have this oddly specific request if you’re taking requests ofc asksnakxm

ace and the reader meet each other when he saved her from potentially being killed by some random ruthless and murdering pirate, she was in that situation because he had killed some of her friends but that’s not the issue AKSNWKSB the thing is she gets mad because Ace saved her so she said sum “i was content with the fact that i was going to die, i didn’t need your saving” and he’s just stunned cuz? he just saved her???? two days later she thanks him but she tries to escape many times from the ship and those many times Ace ruined her plans so after a week of trying she gives up. THEN two years later they confess their feelings for each other after a day of Ace following her like a puppy and teasing her nonstop until she gives in

ODDLY SPECIFIC IM SO SORRY 😭😭 but it’s okay if you can’t do it <3

hi! thank you so much 😊 also im so so sorry this took so long! I've just been really busy! but i hope you enjoy this! to everyone else, i am still working on the other requests! i have much more than i realised 😂 but i will get them out...eventually

taglist - @kabloswrld

stubborn

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - the ask above! :)

warnings - mild angst

Run.

That's all you could think of, all you could do. There was no time or space to do anything else, and your body had already kicked into the fight-or-flight response. You weren't sure how far you could get, but you were desperate to get away.

The gory images of your friends lying sprawled out on the ground, drenched in blood, made itself a home in your mind. You would never be able to forget that, no matter how hard you tried. Swallowing back a sob, you sprinted towards the town as fast as your tired legs could carry you.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?"

A solid wall of muscle slammed into you from the side and sent you flying. You hit an actual wall with a sickening crunch, pain erupting throughout your entire arm. Dislocated shoulder or broken arm, you couldn't tell which one through the blinding agony. You screamed, more so out of pain than wanting someone to hear. You already accepted your fate, the minute he found you. But that didn't make it any less painful.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this kill the most."

A large hand grabbef a fistful of your hair, yanking you upwards to meet his cold, murderous eyes. He was grinning wickedly, taking pleasure in your pain, and watched you squirm in his grip helplessly.

"If you're going to kill me, just get it over with!" You spat, not knowing where the bravery came from because of the immense pain emanating from your injured limb.

He tutted, "No, you gave me too much trouble. I'm going to make this slow and painful, just for you."

"Now that's no way to treat a lady."

A bright orange light filled your vision, but you couldn't tell what it was as you were suddenly dropped, the man who'd murdered your friends letting out a pained yelp. You lifted your head, dots swimming in your vision, but you were able to make out the familisr form of flames dancing along the man's chest.

"Judging from all the blood on your clothes, I'm gonna guess you went a little crazy tonight," another man was saying, but he sounded childishly amused. "Well, too bad it ends for you right here."

You turned to look at the owner, just as he flicked his wrist and sent more fire the murderous pirate's way. Pretty soon he was engulfed in flames, screaming and pawing at his clothes while trying to extinguish them. You couldn't care less, observing the man who'd saved your life.

He was tall and muscular, pale skin lit up by the ball of fire hovering above his palm. No, wait, his hand WAS the ball of fire. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but black shorts, black boots and a red cowboy hat.

You'd seen him somewhere before...

"Ah, good. I thought that might take a while."

You turned back to the man who'd killed your friends and had been chasing you up until now, only to see a crumpled black heap on the floor a few feet away. Your eyes widened, before you were suddenly lifted up into a pair of strong arms.

"I didn't need your help," you blurted out, "I was ready to die! I didn't want to be saved!" Tears formed in your eyes. You had nothing left. You should have died.

Ace frowned, his heart sinking. Your words brought a familiar feeling back to him, one that he hasn't forgotten but had tried to push away after finding a family in the Whitebeard pirates. He knew what it was like to feel the way you did, and it tugged at his heartstrings to find someone else like that.

Someone who didn't want saving, but desperately needed it.

He's so shocked that he almost forgets you need medical treatment. When he finally remembers, he says nothing and hurries back to the ship with you, his mind racing.

-

Two days later, your arm is in a sling and you're walking around the Moby Dick looking for the raven-haired commander that saved your life. The crew was friendly enough to you, and Marco had suggested more bedrest, but you wanted to see and thank Ace.

It was true that you wanted to die, yes, but after facing the kindness of someone you didn't even know, your mind had slowly changed. You were starting to feel grateful towards him, grateful for being alive.

"Hey! You're awake!"

You turned at the sound of the cheery man, spotting him coming your way. You relaxed slightly, not sure why you were so tense to begin with but relieved to see him.

"Yeah," you breathed out, "Your doctor works wonders."

"That he does," Ace grinned, before eyeing you up and down, "You look a lot better. I didn't get your name, though."

"Oh, it's (Name)," you told him, "You're Portgas D. Ace, right? Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates?"

"That's me. Glad to know I'm popular with pretty women," he flirted, sending you a smile that knocked the air out of your lungs.

You blushed, flustered, "Well I-I just wanted to say...thank you. I hadn't realised it before, but I didn't really want to die. Just thought I had no one left, and nowhere to go. So thank you for changing that."

Ace's smile only grew, so much so you feared it would tear his face in two, "You're welcome! If I'm being honest, I was glad to play hero for a beautiful woman."

Your blush deepened, his charms affecting you in a way that nothing else and no one else ever had. You found yourself at a loss for words, but thankfully he was called away so you didn't have to say anything else.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

-

The first time you tried to escape, you didn't realise they had a rotational watch schedule. And you hadn't realised that Ace was the one who was on watch that evening.

"Hey, (Name)! Where ya going?"

He smiled at you innocently enough, but his eyes told you he knew exactly what you were trying to do. After all, he'd done the same thing back when he joined. You were just too similar to him.

"Uh...nowhere?" You tried to lie, but you sucked at it. You couldn't even convince a potato if you tried.

"Hmm," he clicked his tongue. "This won't do. Maybe I should just tell Whitebeard, or should I keep this to myself in hopes that it doesn't happen again?"

You agreed to the latter.

The second time, Ace was actually sneaking out of the kitchen with some food when he bumped into you. He raised his eyebrow as your eyes widened, your face giving away your intentions entirely.

He tsk'ed, "Again, (Name)?" He pouted. "You promised, you know."

You sighed and went back to your room, dejected. You could hear him laughing as he walked past your room, and you rolled your eyes as you laid back down to sleep.

The third time, Ace was prepared.

And he had made a trap for you. Which you fell right into, which is why you were now wriggling around in one of the smaller boats, wrestling with a net.

"This is getting old, you know," Ace chuckled as he loomed over you. "Trust me, I know all the tricks. I was you once."

After the fourth and fifth times, you gave up. Ace wasn't going to let you leave, and as the days went by and you got closer to him and the crew, you found your will to leave slowly sapping away. You eventually realised you wanted to stay, having found a family and healed - if only a little bit - with the Whitebeard crew.

One year passed, and you had almost forgotten about the man who'd tormented you. You'd had so much fun with the Whitebeard Pirates, Ace in particular, that you hadn't thought much of the incident. It was getting easier and easier to rid your mind of the gruesome image of your deceased friends month after month. Each adventure left you happier, lighter, and you soon found yourself finding happiness once more.

The pirate life was truly meant for you.

Two years passed, and your time with the Whitebeard crew had become the best of your life. They were practically your family now, and you spoke about and to them as such. You never forgot what happened to you, but you barely thought of it anymore. Not when your head was filled with thoughts about a certain 2nd division commander, with whom you'd fallen in love.

"Ace, stop!" You giggled as he scooped up some batter from the bowl you were mixing it in. You were baking cookies, but Ace was determined to be a menace and sneak in fingerfuls of batter each time you looked away.

"Can't help it," he whined, "It already tastes so good!"

"I haven't even baked it yet!"

"Well then imagine how amazing it'll taste after that!"

You knew he was trying to flatter you to get out of trouble, but you did not care because it was working. And you hated that it always worked, especially with him, because he made your heart race and gave you butterflies.

The days following that included Ace following you around, which you found a little strange since you didn't know why. He would never tell you the reason, always saying something stupid like "you smell good" or "im your bodyguard". You knew he was doing it to tease you, but you couldn't help feeling giddy over the fact that he was choosing to gift YOU with all of his attention.

"Okay, come clean for real this time," you finally approached him one night he was on watch, sitting down next to him. "Why have you been following me around? Teasing me all day, everyday?"

He turned to you, thinking for a moment before speaking seriously for the first time in his life, "Because I'm in love with you, (Name). I didn't want to tell you because I wasn't sure how you'd react or what you'd say, but that's what it is since you wanted to know so badly."

Your eyes went wide, heart thumping like a drum in your chest, "You...you're in love with me?"

He nodded, looking down at his shorts, "I am. These past two years, getting to know you...well, I never really considered the idea of love. But finding you changed that. We're so alike, but also different in ways that complement each other. If that makes sense, I'm not sure it does."

"It does," you smiled slowly, looking out over the water. "And that's really sweet. No one's ever said something so sweet to me before."

"Really? I find that hard to believe, you're so pretty and cute."

Cue the blush, "Yeah, well, I didn't really like anyone before you," you admitted. "Never paid attention to men much, until you barged into my life." You laughed. "You've made me feel so welcome, so comfortable, so happy. You've given me a sense of peace after what happened, and I'm so thankful to you for that. You saved me in more than one way, Ace, and I'm madly in love with you for it."

Your confession took a bit of time to register in his head, but once it did he was smiling goofily and grasping your hand in his. You rested your head on his shoulder, smiling as the two of you spent the whole night holding hands, watching the ocean, and - your favourite part - sharing many heartfelt, intimate kisses.

You were eternally grateful to and for Ace, the man who'd saved you without your permission but eventually earned your heart.