content: agedup!zanka, slightly whimpery zanka, mean zanka, humiliation, degradation, bullying, uhhh I can't think of anything else
MINORS DNI
A/N: I never do aged up characters lol but there's a first time for everything, right? @creamsickle-writes this one's for you 😘
The late afternoon bustle of the cleaners’ headquarters was in full effect. Everyone was either preparing for their next clean or just shooting the shit. Rudo was being his normal curious self, asking about what people on the ground did for fun. You were about to answer him, but Mr. Bad Attitude himself decided to butt in.
“Don’t worry about what’s fun, worry about training to get your shit together.” Zanka scoffed, “Oh wait, you’re a natural talent, so you think you don’t have to try at anything,”
With an eyeroll and a smirk, you put a hand on your hip. “You’re just mad that you’re a tryhard,” you teased, “Some of us are just naturally gifted. Cursed to be good at anything we put our talented little hands on. Sometimes I envy dorks like you who actually have to work for things. It sounds gratifying.”
After you finished speaking, Rudo looked gagged that you spoke to the straight-laced man like that. To keep the moment light, you discreetly gestured for him to look at Zanka’s face. You already knew his expression would be priceless. This was just your dynamic with him, though, you’d tease him and he’d get pissy about it. Sure enough, the teen peered over at his instructor. Brows furrowed, eyes squinted, and lips contorted in a scowl. With a silly grin, you gestured to Zanka with your thumb in a ‘get a load of this guy’ type of way. That was all it took for Rudo to produce what looked almost like a real smile and release something that sounded more like barking than laughter. Nonetheless, his reaction made you completely fall apart with giggles.
With the encouragement of your laughter, Rudo chimed in. “Yeah, I bet his butthole is always clenched from how uptight he is.”
Unfortunately, Zanka didn’t find any of this buffoonery nearly as funny. He could handle you poking fun at him, that was common enough. But you and his student bouncing laughter off of each other at his expense was grinding his fucking gears. With an eye twitch, he decided to play it cool. “Ha, you got me,” he forced a smile, “I guess I am a bit of a tryhard sometimes, huh?”
You, being the silly, naive little thing you were, continued on with the conversation and thought nothing of it. Eventually, the evening went on and you’d forgotten all about your jests.
But Zanka hadn’t.
You’ve done it again. That smart mouth of yours has gotten you in trouble once again. It’s a talent, honestly; your propensity to piss him off could truly be studied, Zanka thought.
You’ve already completed your night routine when a knock on your bedroom door startles you. Quiet hours in the cleaners’ dorm space started an hour ago, who could be at your door now? Figuring it was Riyo wanting to play in your hair again, you slip out of bed and place the book you’d been reading on your desk. The two of you have been friends for a while now, so it’s uncommon for her to knock, though…
Typically, the only person to knock is Zanka, but the two of you hadn’t made plans for tonight, right? You head to the door as you go through your mental calendar. You’d had a friends with benefits type of situation with him for about two months now, and hookups were always planned out. He always went on about “keeping people out of his business by being discreet.” Whatever, you don’t think any more of it before swinging the door open. You come face to chin with someone. Hey, you know this chin.
“Well, well, well, Mr. Tryhard, what brings you by?”
Ah, so you hadn’t taken the time to reflect on your words from earlier. Zanka had hoped that you would have been adult enough to think about how your words affect people, but clearly that wasn’t the case. It was okay, he resolved, he’d just have to teach you a little something about respect.
Not wasting any time the man pushes you aside, entering your room and closing your door.
“You’re such a fucking pain, you know that?” He grumbles. Before you can respond, he’s pressing you against the wall, crowding your space, looking into your eyes. The floor, your desk, hell even the opposite wall– your eyes dart everywhere except for the eyes of the man before you.
“Look at me.”
Reluctantly, you bring your eyes up to his dark blues. That intense eye contact leaves you wordless, face hot with sheepishness. You hadn’t seen this side of him before. Sure, he could get a little intense at times, but that was nothing compared to this.
“What, nothing to say now?” He taunts, “Earlier, you had so much to talk about. Let’s hear it, come on then.”
When you try to speak, your voice catches in your throat. The only thing that comes out is a shaky breath, heavy with need. Seeing Zanka this pissed was something you didn’t know you needed until this very moment. Clearing your throat, you attempt to speak up.
“W-What do you mean? I have nooo clue what you’re even t-talking about…”
Being only a handful of inches taller than you, it doesn’t take much for Zanka to lower his lips to brush against your ear. “You said you were such a natural talent at everything. I’d like to test that out.” he teases. “I mean, if you’re so good at everything, it shouldn’t be a problem for you to show me, right? Come on.”
You don’t get the chance to ask Zanka what he means because his lips have pressed against yours. Messy and rushed, he kisses you with the fervor of a madman. You can scarcely keep up. His lips attack you, tongue swiping against yours, hands roaming and groping your body. Needy, breathy whimpers slip past your lips.
“What’s the matter, can’t handle the heat?” He murmurs against your lips, “If you want me to stop for real, you have to say it.”
Why would you ever in life want him to stop? You bring your lips back to his without another word. Taking this as an invitation, the staff-wielder grips your hips and kisses you once more. Heat pools in your lower belly, sending tingles throughout your body. He then pulls away teasingly, causing you to lean in closer to him. “And you said I was the tryhard. Look at you, already needy from just a few kisses,” Zanka teases.
“Take your clothes off,” he commands, voice stern yet taunting. Being the good little angel you are, you slip out of your comfy pajamas, leaving you only in your dampened panties. Standing in front of him near naked, you pull your lower lip between your teeth. You press yourself into the wall behind you bashfully as navy eyes scan over you. “Sluts like you always have the sexiest bodies.” He ponders quietly, “I wonder which came first, the body or the sluttiness?”
Zanka reaches a hand out; your breath hitches in anticipation. You feel him swipe a thumb across your pebbled nipple before grabbing your breast entirely. A nervous sound squeaks out of you. “Hush,” he hisses, “or do you want the whole floor to hear how much of a whore you are?”
That shuts you up quickly. Pressing your lips together and pulling them between your teeth, you put on a brave face. “You know,” Zanka says in a low voice, “I’d bet that you’re soaked down there.” He trails his fingers down your tummy lightly, stopping just at the waistline of your thin cotton panties.
“Nuh-uh… So what if I am?” You pout, ever defiant.
“You like when I’m mean,” he whispers across the sensitive skin over your jugular, “You like when I call you names, when I pull your hair, when I use you like a toy.”
You flush in embarrassment, squeezing your eyes shut and thighs together. Zanka leans in closer, mere centimeters from you before shoving his knee between yours.
“I didn’t tell you to move,” he husked, “your body will tell me the truth if you won’t.”
You didn’t want to admit it, but it was true. You loved when Zanka treated you like his personal fuckdoll. You feel a calloused hand trace the fabric of your panties from your hip to the center of your mound. “Now, you’re going to ride me until I cum or I tell you to stop. Since you’re so good at everything, you should be able to make me cum fast, right?”
Zanka pulls you into an embrace, kissing your forehead before walking you to your bed. He sits you down and instructs you to look and not touch.
Layer after layer of Zanka’s clothes peel off. You sit at the edge of the bed, transfixed by the methodical way he removes his garments. His body, so lithe, stood mere inches out of arms reach. You long to caress his bare skin. Before much time passes, he nestles himself onto your bed comfortably. The man pulls you on top of him, settling you right over his throbbing cock, before lazily resting his hands behind his head.
“Can I…?” You whine. The ache between your thighs and the tightness you felt in your tummy were only getting worse with need.
“Go on then,” Zanka challenges. He knew you were too much of a needy mess to ride him for long. With permission granted, you lift yourself up just enough to align your hole with his awaiting cock. Guiding it with your hand, you make sure to squeeze him just how he likes. You inhale a shaky breath as you lower yourself onto him. Zanka grits out a curse, savoring the tight grip your cunt has on him. You stifle a moan as you feel his tip brush against your cervix.
The blue eyed man had to give it to you; you were definitely doing your best. Wobbly knees support your form as you slowly bounce yourself on his length. You’re giving it your all, but it’s just not enough. You whimper, needing more friction, harder thrusts.
Zanka huffs out a laugh. “What’s the matter? I guess being a natural at everything only comes second to being a hole, huh? You’re good at taking dick but can’t be bothered to work for it.”
His rude remarks only serve to make you try harder. Up and down, up and down. You try your hardest to go faster, fuck yourself deeper on his cock. Eventually, you find yourself whimpering as you attempt to catch your breath.
“Aww, you all tuckered out? I thought you’d be good at this. Since, after all, you’re so talented at everything. It’s okay, I’ll show you what hard work and discipline can accomplish,” the man grunts out. With that, you feel him pull you forward, your chest flush against his, your face buried in the crook of his neck. From below, Zanka lifts his hips and fucks himself deeper into you. Instinctively, you bring your hands to cling to his chest. One hand grips the back of your neck roughly, the other squeezes the fat of your hip. This time, you really can't help it; a pathetic “ohhh fuuucckkk” bounces out of you as the man thrusts up into your slippery pussy.
“The whole floor- is gonna- hear you-” Zanka grits, “take this cock and shut up about it.” You bite down on your lip hard to prevent yourself from making any further noise. As you’re pounded into ruthlessly, the tightening coil in your core threatens to snap. You feel an orgasm approaching. The problem, though, is that Zanka feels it, too. Your walls flutter around him, your hips buck, your timid moans grow louder. “Don’t you fucking dare–”
His demand is quickly cut off by your wanton cries of pleasure. You shudder and shake above him, arching your back, pressing your tits further into him. The pulsing grip your pussy has on him threatens to send him over his own edge. But no. This is what discipline is all about. Having the ability to hold strong even in times when he so desperately wants to give in. And if he doesn’t have that, then he’d be no better than greedy little sluts like you.
“What a whore you are,” he murmurs, tone too sweet for his words, “Naturally good my ass, you couldn’t even ask for permission before cumming. I might’ve even given it to you. You’re just too cock hungry for your own good.” Zanka stops all movement. Still delirious from your orgasm, all you can do is nod. At your lack of a response, he smacks your ass. With a yelp, you pull up to look at him in his cobalt eyes.
“Don’t you agree that you’re too cock hungry for your own good?”
“...yes,” you whisper, a lazy smile across your lips. This is your favorite feeling– brain fuzzy of the endorphins from a good orgasm. It was Zanka’s favorite, too, seeing you like this.
You’re quickly flipped over with the blue eyed man leering over you; his brow speckled with sweat, hair messy, earrings swinging with every motion. Cum drunk and malleable, Zanka easily folds you in half, putting your legs over his shoulders. He grips your plush thigh with one rough hand, his other presses against your lower abdomen.
“Might as well be a toy, I’m doing all the fucking work here,” he grunts to himself before plunging into you once again. The man huffs, he could feel himself ram against your deepest wall. Zanka is relentless in his thrusts. The lewd sounds of your juices echo through your room as he bullies your cunt. Already fucked out, you can do nothing but take it.
As the man approaches his own climax, you hear a few whimpers sneak out of him. He couldn’t help it, your pussy always sucked him in so good. Zanka’s thrusts grow faster, sloppier as he chases his peak. “Say my name,” he pleads, “let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.”
“Z-ah– Zankaaa~” you squeal just as he pulls out. What a hypocrite, you think with a grin, Zanka’s the one who’s always talking about discretion. He whines as rope after rope of cum spurts out of him and onto your soft skin. After Zanka catches his breath, the two of you share a look. He attempts to look stern, but that swiftly dissolves into a content smile. His smile, soft and genuine, causes your cheeks to flush even more. Before long, Zanka takes a second grounding breath and stands.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed. Tomorrow, you’re apologizing to me in front of the brat so he knows disrespect won’t fly.”
I really wanted to know why Oda and Toei changed Ace's old actor and yassified him, so I made an edit with his old design (maintaining its striking physical characteristics), because I really like crack Ace of Alabasta
Well, since MANY people seemed to like the first editions of Ace (I'm very flattered by the way, THANK YOU SO MUCH! 😳🫶) with the initial design (more specifically the Alabasta and Pre-Timeskip) I decided to bring you a part 2!
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥
Reader: afab!reader
Character: Trafalgar Law
Kink: #19 Hypnosis
Prompt: #6 "I don't kink shame" (Dealer's Choice)
Gift Giver: @creamsickle-writes
Summary: You and Law hope some Hypnosis will solve your shyness. To the surprise of you both, it works, but not how either of you expect.
Content Notes: Fair warning for some possible secondhand embarrassment, praising, teasing, sugary spice, no smut, 18+ still
This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
You were shy. Painfully, almost debilitatingly shy. The Polar Tang would dock and you’d leave the ship for maybe an hour, hardly a minute longer, and only because the Captain made you leave. It wasn’t healthy to stay on board constantly without getting some fresh air and just being somewhere else. The rest of the crew would be gone almost the entire time, but you barely left the deck unless Law tossed you bodily from the ship.
After a couple of years of this you caved in and begged him to help you – any way that he possibly could. Exposure therapy, shock treatment, even bribery; no matter how unlikely something was to help, the two of you went through all of it.
Finally, Law suggested hypnosis. He’d been reading up on it, and practicing it with some of the other crew members. He didn’t want to reveal it to you until he was certain he could consistently pull it off. You were both getting a little discouraged, so he didn’t want this desperate toss to fail before it could even get off the ground.
You were seated in his office, laying down as comfortably as possible, and Law was talking you through the set up. His voice was even, steady, and reassuring. He got you more relaxed than you had ever felt before, and you sank comfortably into the mattress.
“How are you feeling, (Y/N)?”
“… Good.” You admit. “Relaxed.”
“Is there anything you want to do? This is a safe space, so you can do whatever you want without fear.” He reassures you.
“Yes.” You state looking at Law. “I want to kiss you.”
“Y-ou-gh-huh?” Law nearly falls off the bed.
“I want to kiss you.” You repeat.
“Is… that all you want to do?” Law questions, one hand on your shoulder, and one hand over most of his face.
You shake your head. “I want you to fuck me, Captain.” You say, only the barest hint of embarrassment in your voice. “Preferably after you’ve tied me up and made me beg. I really want to be called a good girl.”
Law can feel the blood rushing into his face. The technique was supposed to relax someone so they were comfortable being honest and his hope had been that he could get you to admit why you didn’t like leaving the Tang. This was completely unexpected.
“You’re always in control, captain,” you continue, “And it feels good when you order me around. That’s why I don’t leave the ship until you tell me to. That growl you get in your voice, the frown on your face, it’s all very hot. I wish I could just squirm and cry under that gaze all the time.”
Law stands up, taking a step back from the bed and breathing in slowly. He can’t say he’s against the idea, and the more you talk the more he’s interested, but he can’t do anything while you’re like this. At least not without express consent before hand, and all this was meant to be was a therapy session.
“How long have you been having these thoughts?” He’s struggling to keep his voice even, but he wants to see if the timeline lines up.
“About three months after I joined, I had a dream that you took me apart on the operating table and made me cum so much I was crying for you to stop. I’ve had a lot of dreams since then and no matter what I do they don’t stop.” You admit. It felt good to get it all off your chest, and part of you wondered why you hadn’t just said something long before now. “The morning after I had a particularly vivid dream you weren’t in a good mood, and it made it all harder to ignore. After that, every time you grumbled about something it made me feel hot.”
Law was trying not to think about how much stress he’d been under the last couple of years alone. It was true he didn’t know any of this, but the idea that he’d been accidentally teasing you for two years and change left him feeling a little bad.
“I’m going to count back from ten,” Law says. “And you’re going to remember this entire conversation.”
Law counts back slowly from ten and when he’s done you close your eyes, breathe in slowly, out slowly and open your eyes. Law is caged over you, one hand by your shoulder, the other on the bed by your waist, yellow eyes looking into yours.
The last few minutes comes into your more conscious mind, and the embarrassment on your face is obvious. You cover your face with both hands and whimper quietly, peaking between your fingers to see a devious grin on your captain’s face.
“It’s going to be difficult to kiss you like that.” He says and you cover your eyes again and groan. “C’mon, if you’re a good girl I’ll reward you.”
“Cah-ca-Captain! Don’-don’t say that like that!” You cry, trying to fold in on yourself.
He leans down, and you can feel his cheek against your fingers as he speaks softly into your ear. “You’re not going to try and tell me you were lying earlier?”
“I… I was….n’t.” You admit a little reluctantly. “But you shou-shouldn’t tease me!” You insist, moving your hands and trying to glare at him. “You’re the captain, you don’t have time to – eek!”
Law pins your hands to the bed once you move them enough, and leans in. “You don’t want me to kiss you?”
“I – I – ayyyyyyyyyyyyyye, don’t want you to kiss me, if it’s only because I want you to kiss me.” You manage to admit, eyes more focused on his lips than his eyes. “I don’t want a kiss out of pity, captain.”
The smile on Law’s face makes your heart skip a beat. “It’s good for both of us then, that I want to kiss you.” He says, leaning closer until his lips are by your ear. “And tie you up, and praise you.” You squirm under him, but it’s from need, not a desire to get away. “And if you’re really good, maybe I will take you apart and make you cum until you cry.”
I know I haven’t been active on this blog for quite some time, but I would like to say thank you all so much for leaving incredibly kind comments both on tumblr and ao3!
Some time ago, I noticed that my email account started marking ao3 alerts as spam, so I hadn’t been seeing the comments as they had been coming in. I had a really awful day today, and I decided, well, I’m not going to do much else with my day, so I should at least look through all the comments that were in my inbox.
I saw so many comments about my work that brought a smile to my face and made me laugh out loud even though I was alone in my living room (something my irls consider a big deal haha)
It means the world to me that despite what I’m going through in my personal life, there is a community of people who like my work. There are still people who interact with my work, who still put in requests even though I haven’t posted in well over a year. I know false promises aren’t fun for anyone, so I can’t pretend like I’ll conjure the motivation to write another fanfic anytime soon. I’ve barely even sat down to watch anime, play new games, or even read the manga I’ve bought months and months ago. There’s been a lot going on, and so many things I love now feel like work with how little time I seem to have for myself in a day, but I’m hoping, with my ADHD diagnosis and treatment, I’ll have time to even consume the media I love instead of stalling on every task, even if they’re for leisure.
That was a whole lot of babbling, but the most important part is:
i’ve literally been thinking about your arlong fic nonstop since i’ve read it, the fishman island arc and the flashbacks of younger arlong are rotting my brain atm 😭 i NEED disrespectful, giant fishman degradation like please daddy call me inferior for being human!! spit in my mouth n call it a reward for someone like me
Oh my! I forgot how forward you all like to be in my inbox~! I’m glad you enjoyed the fic, anon- I too like degradation if it wasn’t painfully obvious :3
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