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Keeping warm with Ace - no nut December? 🔥

Summary: Ace half-jokingly declares a vow of no-nut December. When he manages to last a few days, how will the dry spell be broken? ~1.4k words. CW: SMUT! Afab reader w/gendered language (e.g. "princess"), fingering, P in V, dirty talk. Minors don't interact - nsfw content!

Art by the lovely @hirakyun13 (thank you for collabing with me!)

“You only love me so much because I let you hit all the time.”

When he heard your words, Ace bursted out laughing. He feigned a gasp. “Do you have such a low opinion of me, princess?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m jokinggg, Ace. But you sure are rabid recently. Not like I have a problem with it or anything.”

His lips curled into that sweet smile of his as he brought his lips to your cheek. “Well, then. I’ll show you how wrong you are. Let’s see how much you like me not jumping your bones every three seconds. No nut December.”

“Ace,” you laughed. “You’re going to last a day.”

Somehow, though, he managed to last multiple.

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Ages ago, you booked a holiday trip with Ace. A nice vacation from your lives, a reprieve from the stress and endless list of tasks to do.

The chalet—or rather, cabin—was gorgeous. It felt like it was in the middle of nowhere, in a forest of tall pines covered in heavy snow that weighed their branches down. They would have looked melancholy if it wasn’t for the bright white heaps of snow on the bows to remind you what time of year it was.

Ace’s joke-abstinence no-nut-December lasted until the second day of your extended stay at the beautiful A-frame cabin—so, in total, he lasted a good few days.

He tried his hardest and it was amusing, but really, he could barely keep it together. Boner 24/7. You figured it wouldn’t be too hard to break him, but it was great entertainment to tease him for as long as he could hold out for. Besides, after waiting for a few days you knew that the sex, once it finally happened, would be that much better.

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On your second day at the cabin—the day that Ace broke his “no nut December”—after a nice long walk in the snow outside (interrupted by a blizzard), you and Ace returned to the cabin and undressed. Time for a shower to warm you to your bones—scalding hot and steamy.

While you showered, Ace lit a fire in the fireplace; he warmed up the blankets on the plushy, king-size bed and then lit a candle.

When you emerged from the shower, hair wet and skin damp, you snuggled up in the blankets, no clothes on (to soak in the warmth that you knew Ace placed there).

“Come warm me up, Ace.” You requested and he happily obliged, like always. ‘Warming you up’ was one of his favorite things, mostly because it just involved touching you. He would take any and every chance he could get. And of course, now that he was at the end of his mini-dry spell, he looked forward to it all the more. Might now be the time to break his multi-day streak?

When he slid in bed with you and pressed his body on yours, his warmth flooded through your body. He got as warm as he could get without being too hot.

It was a double satisfaction for you—getting warm, and then teasing Ace so hard you knew he’d fold like a lawn chair.

He wrapped a hand around your front and pulled you close to him, taking a deep inhale of your freshly washed hair and squeezing you tight to his chest.

You laid there for a while, happy and toasty, almost drifting off to sleep when you realized that you felt something hard pressing onto you from behind. Obviously, it was Ace.

So, you did what any reasonable person would do and snuggled back into him, brushing his hard-on in a way that made his breath hitch. It was easy to play him like a fiddle because he was figuratively on his knees for you every moment of the day. He’d do anything for you and worshipped the ground you walked on.

You pressed back again, harder, overtly deliberate now, and he let out a quiet gasp as he felt your warm skin graze his aching shaft through his underwear.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I can’t take it anymore.” His hand passed down to grip your hip and he rutted his hips, effectively humping you through his underwear. Quiet but deep grunts slipped out of him every couple seconds, and as you felt him roll into you it started to make you feel some sort of way—how could it not?

After Ace rubbed himself on you like that for a while, he started to get more worked up. Unapologetic groans fell out of his pretty lips and his breathing quickened.

A hand creeped downwards, towards the valley where your thighs met. He repositioned you slightly to give himself better access, then slid his fingers inwards to caress your folds and soft spots.

Those rough, thick fingers felt godly when he warmed them up and touched you gently like this. He turned you into a sopping-wet mess within a couple minutes, thighs shaking slightly, and breaths shallow, punctured by the occasional, muted moan.

“Let those sounds out, angel. I wanna hear ‘em.” He whispered in your ear and you could feel his hot puffs of breath on your skin. His fingers plunged in and out, making you squirm as he curved them and spread them inside of you.

Soft moans and sounds of bliss fell from your lips unrestrained at his request. He made his fingers warmer still, and it felt like heaven as he drew circles around your clit then slipped his fingers inside and out again.

After a while, you started to lose focus. You couldn’t tell where his skin stopped and where yours began.

“Ace—I need you,” you managed to choke out.

Promptly flipping you over so you were facing him, Ace pushed your leg up, over his hip, and pulled you into a long, affectionate kiss before he brought his throbbing shaft out of his boxers and started to line himself up with your entrance.

When he sunk you down onto his length, your eyes rolled back in your head, not in jest this time but in pure pleasure.

Immediately, Ace started to thrust his hips upwards in small jerks, fucking you shallowly and slowly.

“Fuck—you’re perfect,” Ace groaned and bucked his hips deeper, sliding deliciously into you and passing over your hot spot.

Every few seconds he greedily pulled you into a kiss, and each time your lips met in increasing desperation.

His grip on your hip tightened. It was almost painful now. As he thrusted into you faster, he started to moan into your mouth, deep groans that went straight to your core and vibrated your lips ever so slightly.

Too many presses of his girth past your g-spot and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ace, I’m gonna cum soon,” you gasped, and he slammed into you particularly hard, pressing on the spot he knew would make you feel the best.

“Do it, baby,” his hips rocked into and wet noises echoed in your ears. “Show me, ah, fuck, s-show me how good I make you feel.”

Ace slammed into your g-spot again and it sent you reeling headfirst into your orgasm. White-hot pleasure jolted through you, radiating from your sticky, pulsing core outwards to your limbs where it stalled in tingling zaps of bliss.

You couldn’t tell, since you were lost in the crushing weight of your climax, but your toes curled the hardest they had before, and you writhed on Ace’s cock so hard that it made him cum.

His body seized up alongside yours and his heartrate threatened to explode out of his chest. Deafening groans—one of the best parts of having sex with him—escaped his lips as every muscle in his body went taught. “Fuuuuhhhhccckkkk.”

When you were done floating through bliss, there was quite the mess to clean up. But, ever the gentleman, Ace told you to just lay there and not move a muscle. He got you cleaned up then went back to spooning you and keeping you warm.

oh my GOD, the piece becca (@hirakyun13 / @becca-oak ) drew has me literally drooling. also she sent this fic idea to me so she's really holding this whole piece on her back rn. please check out her page and drop a follow!!! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

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my 11-month-long project is finally out!!! 177-page comic adaptation of my second mishanks fic "hard feelings". you can get the comic (+ 6 bonus artworks!) here

thank you for 1 year in mishanks fandom, i had a lot of fun making art and writing stories. i hope you enjoy this christmas present from me :)

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Synopsis: You are trying to bake some Christmas cookies when Ace decides he wants to get a taste of something sweeter Pairing: Ace x afab! reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, oral sex (reader receiving), Ace is a little shit. • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

The sugary scent of cookie dough filled the galley as you worked at the counter, rolling pin in hand and a look of concentration on your face. Christmas was coming, and you’d be damned if you let the holiday pass without indulging in its sweet traditions. 

You were lost in your little world, completely unaware of the presence lurking behind you until a pair of familiar arms slipped around your waist. The heat of his bare skin met your back as Ace pulled you flush against him, his warmth melting through your clothes. His lips ghosted the curve of your neck, brushing just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice honeyed and low, laced with that playful charm you could never ignore. “What’s a guy gotta do to get some attention around here?”

A smirk tugged at your lips, but you didn’t turn to face him, keeping your hands busy with the dough. “You can start by helping me with these cookies,” you said, refusing to let him distract you. “They’re not going to bake themselves.”

Ace’s chuckle was rich, vibrating against your skin as his hands roamed, sliding down to rest just above the curve of your hips. “The cookies can wait,” he drawled, a teasing edge lacing his words. “But I can't.” His mouth found the tender spot beneath your ear, his teeth grazing slightly before soothing the mark with a kiss.

“Ace,” you managed, though your voice wavered when his hands dipped lower, fingertips brushing the hem of your skirt. “I’m serious. These need to get done.”

With a dramatic sigh, he released you, stepping back just enough to give you hope that he might let you finish. But the relief was short-lived. You felt his hands grab onto and glide down the backs of your thighs, lifting the fabric of your skirt as he knelt behind you.

“Ace what are you-” the question died on your lips, replaced by a sharp inhale as cool air kissed your now-bare skin. 

“Just keep working,” he said, voice tinged with mischief. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

Your protest dissolved into a startled gasp as his mouth pressed against your core through the thin fabric of your panties, his tongue tracing patterns that made your knees tremble. His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you steady. 

“You’re impossible,” you whispered, the words tumbling out somewhere between a moan and a laugh, your grip on the counter tightening for support. 

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending sparks flooding through your body. “Just making sure my favorite baker gets the attention they deserve.” his voice muffled but unmistakably smug.

Your breath hitched as Ace’s tongue moved against you, the fabric of your panties now damp with evidence of his teasing, his grip on you holding you steady even as your legs threatened to give way. The rolling pin lay forgotten on the counter, replaced by the press of your trembling palms against the surface. 

“Ace,” you gasped, barely able to form the word through the haze clouding your mind. “Knock it off! What if someone walks in?” Your voice was strained, half-hearted in protest. 

He paused briefly, pulling back just to glance up at you with a grin that was equal parts wicked and charming. His dark eyes glimmered with playfulness as he replied, “Don’t be so loud and no one will bother us.” Without giving you a chance to argue, his hands hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down slowly. Goosebumps spread all over your body at the feeling of the air against your exposed core. 

He returned to his task, his mouth now unrestrained as he parted your folds with his tongue. The heat of his breath and the slick, deliberate strokes of his tongue had you clinging onto the counter for dear life, your thighs trembling with the effort to stay upright. 

His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer to him as if he couldn’t get enough. His tongue lapped at you in languid, sinful strokes, alternating between flicking over your sensitive bundle of nerves and delving into your core, tasting you as though you were a five-course meal. 

“Fuck, Ace,” you breathed, your head falling forward, forehead nearly touching the countertop. You scrambled to push away the cookie dough to avoid crushing it. Every nerve in your body was on fire, burning with each movement of his tongue. You bit your lip in an effort to stifle the moans threatening to spill from your lips. 

He chuckled against you, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. “I told you to keep working,” he said, his voice muffled but full of smug amusement. “Don’t stop on my account.”

“As if I could-” Your words dissolved into a sharp gasp as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue circling it with devastating precision. Your grip on the counter tightened, knuckles white as the pleasure built steadily within you.

Ace, ever attuned to your reactions, groaned in satisfaction as he felt your thighs begin to quiver. His hands slid down, spreading you open further as his tongue continued its assault. He was insatiable, devouring you in a way that left you breathless and completely at his mercy. 

You couldn’t hold back the shaky moan that escaped your lips, your resolve crumbling with each stroke of his tongue. Ace took full advantage, adjusting his movements to pull another pretty sound out of you again. 

“Careful,” he teased, his voice husky and breathless. “If you keep making noises like that, someone might walk in.” 

Your legs trembled violently as Ace’s tongue delved deeper, not letting you breathe for even a second. Everything in your body seemed to snap taut, your breathing growing shallow and erratic as the tension inside you coiled tighter and tighter. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on you filled the kitchen, mingling with your soft, barely contained whimpers. 

You fought desperately to stifle your cries, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood, but it was a losing battle. Ace’s tongue swirled and flicked over that one spot that had your body screaming. 

“Ace- oh my god, I can’t-” 

“You can,” he murmured, voice filled with sinful arrogance. “And you will.”

The sound of his voice was your undoing. With a strangled moan, you shattered, your body convulsing as the pleasure rolled through you, leaving you breathless and trembling. Ace groaned against you, holding you steady as your legs gave out, his mouth continuing to work you through every last tremor until you were a quivering, boneless mess. 

You collapsed forward, your body pressed to the counter, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Ace finally released you, standing and wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his grin positively wolfish. 

Just as you thought you had a chance to regain your composure, a voice called from outside. 

“Are those cookies ready yet?”

You froze, your face going hot as you realized the state you were in: panties around your thighs, skirt bunched up around your waist, and a smug Ace standing right behind you. Before you could come up with an excuse, Ace leaned against the counter and shouted back, “She’s occupied with something else!” 

There was a beat of silence, and then a collective groan from whoever was in earshot. 

“For the love of- get a room, you two!” one voice yelled, another chiming in to continue with “The kitchen is sacred, you animals!”

You buried your face in your hands, absolutely mortified, but Ace only laughed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “They’ll live,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of your flushed face. “Now how about we finish those cookies?” 

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I won’t lie to you… Zunesha scares the absolute fuck out of me more than any villain in one piece.

That thing ain’t right.

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Idk what the OG Japanese is for “gigantified big mom” but the English translation missed the perfect chance to say “Bigger Mom”

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Holy fuck is zoro in hell

Does this imply the existence of one piece God ™️??

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Omg wait getting drunk, crying bc everything sucks and blaming it on someone else even tho the problems are entirely of your own making?? Maybe Kaido IS a relatable king!!

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Kaido getting sloshed mid-fight (& insisting he’s not drunk) is the biggest divorced father energy

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Me @ King b4 he takes off his mask: u weirdo leather daddy wit ya thick ass neck tf you doing here

Me @ King after he takes off his mask:

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Attacks replicating Germa 66’s?

fan behavior

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Sanji to zoro: “I snuck a den den mushi into your belly band just in case”

Oh?? How’d you manage that? Distract him with a big ol smooch?? Feelin up his titties?

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Omg someone cast level 5 stoneskin on Sanji y’all

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Synopsis: You are wrapped up for Law and he can't help himself. Pairing: Law x afab reader CW: SMUT MINORS DNI, use of 'good girl' twice, bondage, vision loss, overstimulation, Law is a cocky bastard, fingering, p in v sex, creampie • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

The world was reduced to darkness, your vision swallowed by the silken ribbon tied snugly over your eyes. Robbed of sight, every other sense seemed to come alive, leaving you hyper-aware of the faintest shift in the air and the quietest of sounds that punctuate the room. That same material that stole your sight crisscrossed against your chest, wrapped once, twice, thrice around your abdomen, and looped around your wrists, locking them behind you in a snug bind that left you helplessly exposed.

Your breaths came unsteady, each inhale shallow and tremulous as you strained to decipher his movements in the silence. The air itself was thick with a suffocating tension, and even without seeing, you could feel his presence nearby just barely out of reach, waiting and waiting.

“Relax,” Law’s voice finally cut through the stillness. The sound of it hit you like a physical force, rippling from head to toe before settling in your lower belly. 

Your lips parted to respond, but the words tangled on your tongue, dissolving into a shaky exhale. He didn’t touch you right away, oh no, he made you wait, letting you marinate in your own breathless vulnerability.

When his fingers finally skimmed the bare skin of your shoulder, you jerked, a soft gasp falling from your lips. The touch was so light it might’ve been a figment of your imagination if not for the trail of warmth left in its wake. 

“So sensitive like this,” he murmured, a hint of amusement curling in his words. His fingertips danced over your skin, trailing up the side of your neck until two fingers pressed against your carotid, feeling the rapid thump thump thump under your skin. “Good. That’s exactly what I want.”

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed, unconsciously tilting your head towards his touch, chasing the heat of him. But before you could indulge, he moved again. The soft creak of the floorboards was the only clue to his whereabouts. He circled you like a predator savoring the moment before the pounce, his commanding presence palpable even in the emptiness. 

When his hands returned to your shoulders, you jumped again, a startled gasp escaping you once more. His palms pressed firmly into the tense muscles there, kneading as he leaned in close. 

“You’re holding your breath,” he noted softly, his voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Don't. Breathe for me.”

A trembling sigh slipped past your lips as your body obeyed his command, though it was difficult when every nerve in your body was on high alert. His hands slid down, tracing the curve of your arms until they reached your bound wrists. He tugged the ribbon there to remind you of its presence, and you swear you could see the smug smirk plastered on his face despite the lack of sight.

“Law,” you finally whispered, your voice cracking slightly. The sound of your own voice startled you in the quiet room. You weren’t sure what you were asking for– clarity, reassurance, mercy, or simply for his touch again. 

The silk ribbon bit into your skin as Law hauled you up from the chair. Each subtle pulse of your heartbeat throbbed against the bindings, a constant reminder of your helplessness. You stumbled slightly as he led you forward until the edge of the bed pressed against the front of your thighs. The surface was soft and inviting, but his hands on your hips were the opposite- rough and controlling, coaxing you forward until your body was bent over the surface.

When he touched you again, it was maddeningly slow, the faintest of graze of his fingertips gliding down your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps. The teasing path sent a shiver straight through you, his touch tracing down the curve of your back until it reached the swell of your ass. He kneaded the plush flesh, his movements languid and unhurried as he savored the sight in front of him.

But then his hand slid lower, trailing to the place you craved him most. The first press of his fingers was light, barely pressing the slick heat of your core, and the restraint of his touch was devastating. Your thighs trembled, a sharp whine escaping your lips as you strained against the silken binds, desperate for more.

“You’re soaked already,” he murmured, the words dark and drenched in skin. He dragged his fingers through the wetness with an almost mocking gentleness, fanning the flames of the growing ache within you.

A gasp tore from you as you bucked your hips back, chasing his touch. He chuckled at your feeble attempt. “Impatient,” he said, the word dripping with amusement. But he obliged, whether out of cruelty or kindness, you couldn’t be sure. 

Two fingers slipped into you without warning, the sudden stretch stealing your breath. Your walls fluttered around him as he withdrew only to thrust back in as he worked you open. He curled then inside you, angling until he had you shattering under his touch, stars bursting behind your eyes as you arched into his touch.

Your bound wrists trembled against the small of your back, useless in their constraints. A litany of gasps and shuddering breaths spilling from your lips. Maybe you subconsciously held back so you could hear the world beyond the ribbon that stole your sight. Or maybe you just weren’t in a vocal mood at the moment. Whatever the reason was, Law wasn’t pleased with it.

“You’re holding back,” Law chided, voice sharp enough to cut through the haze of your pleasure. “That won’t do.”

The ribbon at your wrists was pulled taut as he yanked you upright, your legs giving out beneath you as he hauled you flush against his chest. His breath was hot against your ear as you felt his hand reach around your front, using his arm to hold you up as his hand found your chin, gripping your jaw firmly. “Let me hear you,” he ordered, his voice low. 

The fingers that were knuckle deep inside of you continued to coax you closer and closer to the edge. Your resolve shattered as a low, needy moan spilled from your lips, followed by a wail as he curled his fingers just so, hitting that one spot inside of you with devastating accuracy. 

“That’s better,” he growled against your ear, his voice rough with satisfaction. “I want to hear every little sound.”

His fingers continued to hit that spot over and over and over again, your body tensing and the pleasure in your core coiling tighter and tighter by the second. And then you broke, a cry ripping from your throat as that coil finally snapped, your release washing over you as your walls fluttered around his fingers. A string of pleads, curses, and cries of his name fell from your lips, each sound dripping with raw, unrestrained desire. The high left you trembling, your limbs slack and useless as your chest heaved with shallow breaths. And before the intensity had fully faded, he withdrew, leaving a sudden emptiness that only he could fulfill.

The hand wrapped around your front released your chin and slid down to your chest as it continued to hold you upright against the bed's edge. You barely had a moment to recover before the fingers that were once inside of you pressed against your parted lips, slipping easily between them. 

“Go on,” he murmured, his voice molten, “Taste yourself.”

Obedience came naturally and your tongue swirled around his inked digits, savoring the slick digits. The wet, intimate taste of yourself had a strange, intoxicating effect on you, and it only deepened the ache pooling low in your stomach. 

“Good girl,” Law rasped, his voice rough with satisfaction. Slowly, he slid his fingers free, the spit-covered digits gleaming as he held them up briefly before wiping them on your inner thigh.

Before you could catch your breath, you felt the shift of his body, his chest brushing against yours as he adjusted himself between your trembling legs. His hand released your chest in favor of holding your hip, causing you to fall forward and meet the bed once again. The blunt, swollen head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and you let out a broken whimper. You squirmed as he barely nudged into your spent hole, a maddening pressure that made your body tighten in response. He barely entered, just the tip, yet it was enough to make you burn. 

The chuckle Law let out was almost taunting as he watched you writhe beneath him. “Sensitive, are we?” he purred, one hand gripping you in place while the other snaked around your front, finding your swollen clit with infuriating accuracy. The teasing circles sent a violent shudder through you, ripping a cry from you as you lunged forward, your overstimulated nerves screaming for mercy.

“Please,” you choked out, your voice a trembling whisper as you squirmed beneath him, desperate and undone. 

But Law wasn’t having it. In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, his hand moving to hold you down against the mattress. You yelped at the sudden shift, your heart racing and your body entirely exposed to him. 

You heard Law fumble around for a moment, grumbling something you couldn't quite make out. Then, you felt the ribbon around your head loosen, the blindfold slipping away. Light flooded your vision, and you blinked, adjusting to the sudden clarity. 

And there he was. Law’s bare form hovered over you, his tattooed body a masterpiece of sharp lines and ink. His cock stood proud, the flushed tip glistening, the sight alone enough to leave you breathless.

He held the ribbon in his hands and without a word, he brought it to his mouth, his teeth tearing through the fabric with ease. The action was primal and it made your clit throb with a renewed want.

The torn ribbon was repurposed with cruel efficiency, binding your ankles to the bedposts. He wrapped the silk tight enough to keep you spread wide, and by the time he was done, you were fully exposed and utterly at his mercy, your wrists trapped beneath you and your legs held firmly apart.

Law sat back back for a moment, his eyes roaming over your bound form. His gaze was heavy, dark with amusement and possessive hunger, and when his lips quirked into a smirk, it was laced with pure sin. 

“Perfect,” he murmured, the single word both a promise and an assessment. 

He shifted closer, hovering over you, his breath mingling with yours as he positioned himself between your trembling legs. You could feel his cock resting against your slick folds, teasing and gliding and sending jolts of electricity through your hypersensitive body. 

The first nudge of his tip had you squirming, lips parting to cry out, but his lips met yours, swallowing any noises that threatened to come out with a deep, consuming kiss. And slowly, he pushed in, the stretch an intoxicating burn that stole the air from your lungs. 

Your muffled cry mixed with a groan of his as he buried himself inside of you. The pressure was overwhelming, but it only fueled your desire, the pleasure teetering on the edge of pain in the most exquisite way.

Law’s hand hooked under your thigh, lifting it slightly to deepen the angle. And then he began to move. His pace was merciless, each thrust hard as he drove his cock into you with brutal precision. The sound of skin against skin filled the air, mixing with your shared sounds of pleasure and the wet, obscene noises of your body taking him. 

“Please… can’t…” you whimpered, your voice trembling as your fingers clawed helplessly at the sheets beneath you. 

Law leaned his head down to the side of your face, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he growled, “You can take it, I know you can.” The heat of his words settled deep inside of you as he continued, “Be a good girl and take it for me, will you?”

You didn’t quite hear his words through the chaos that is your mind, but a warbled sound resembling a response spilled past your lips. His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you against him as he drove deeper, harder, his cock hitting spots that made stars burst in your eyes, quickly hurtling towards the edge for the second time that night. 

Your body became a live wire, every muscle wound impossibly tight as the tension spiraled to an unbearable peak. Your thighs quivered in Law’s grip, toes curling as the pleasure spread outward, consuming your entire being. 

Your breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale trembling with the sensations threatening to take over. His cock hit that devastatingly perfect spot over and over as he unraveled you. You felt your walls clench tightly around him, the twitches and spasms of your body pulling him deeper, holding him in place as though you could keep him tethered to you. 

The pressure finally exploded, and you shattered. Every muscle in your body seized as your stomach tightened, your back arching off the bed as you were completely overtaken by the intensity of your orgasm. 

Your fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white as your body trembled beneath him. Your thighs pressed futilely against his hips in a desperate attempt to steady yourself against the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Fuck,” Law groaned, his voice thick and strained as you clenched around him, somehow pulling him deeper. He held you in place as he worked you through it, his thrusts steady but slower now as he prolonged the euphoric aftershocks that racked your body.

You gasped his name, your voice shaking as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the sheer feelings of everything. And as the peaks began to subside, your muscles were left weak and your body pliant beneath him. 

Law followed soon after, his movements growing uncoordinated as his thrusts turned into a desperate rhythm as he chased his own release. You whimpered with every thrust as your spent hole was fucked into for moments longer. The tension in his body was visible, the flexing of his muscles as he held you tightly in place a beautiful sight above you.

His breath hitched and he sharply inhaled as his hips snapped forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt. His body stilled, a low moan escaping his lips as his climax overtook him. His voice was raw with pleasure as his cock pulsed, releasing ropes of his spend with each throb. His fingers dug into you, holding you against him as his chest heaved, his body trembling from the aftermath. 

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your shared heavy, uneven breaths as you both came down from the high. Then slowly, his grip softened, his hands now moving with a gentleness as they roamed over your skin. 

Law eased himself from you with painstaking care, pausing to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips warm. “Are you okay?” he murmured against your skin, pulling back to stare at your flushed features. 

You whined out something incoherent, pairing it with a nod, and Law chuckled in response, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he moved to untie you. He removed the ribbon from your ankles first, the silk falling away under his careful touch. He rubbed soothing circles into the tender spots where the fabric pressed into your skin, his thumbs working over each mark with tenderness. “Does this hurt?” he asked, his eyes scanning you for any signs of discomfort. 

When you shook your head, he smiled. He kissed each of the spots where the ribbons had left faint impressions, murmuring quiet apologies for any marks they might have left behind. 

Next, he turned his attention to your wrists and your chest, carefully unbinding the silk that had once held you as he proceeded to the muscles to soothe any lingering tension. “You did so good for me,” he praised, voice filled with admiration.

He shifted, laying next to you and pulling your sweat-slicked body into his. Neither of you moved much, save for the delicate caresses against your sides paired with kisses on every exposed surface his lips could reach. 

You both knew the next step would be to grab a towel or shower, making some sort of effort to clean up, but you silently agreed that this moment was one that you wanted to prolong. Sweet nothings and murmured praises filled the air, melting into a lazy conversation. 

“This was such an amazing gift,” Law said, looking at you with a pleased expression. “I wonder how I could possibly ever top that.”

And you giggled, your voice light and airy as you gazed up at him with a playful grin. “I might have some ideas…”

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And he’s a father figure?? All these voice overs have me picturing Nanami raising Uta 😹

NANAMI’S VOICE ACTOR IS IN THIS AND I CAN’T HANDLE IT

[toraoistired]

NANAMI’S VOICE ACTOR IS IN THIS AND I CAN’T HANDLE IT

[toraoistired]

Sengoku going completely grey in the space of two years after quitting his job is so fucking funny to me

I’m convinced that the second he took off that coat, the effects of his entire career immediately caught up with him

Boom, grey hair, back pain, wrinkles, dad-type fit just spontaneously appear

[toraoistired]

I love that Akainu and some of the Marine higher ups were set on completing the paramount war in a scorched earth, no holds barred, all out til the last man drops type fight.

But suddenly when shanks is like “oh yall wanna fight? Sure bb lets do it i know the law”

They’re suddenly focused on clean up and caring for the injured

Like yea, the reason your name is Akainu is bc you’re a bitch