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Life Is Better With You
Pairing: Law x female!reader
Word count: about 4.7k
Summary: Loving Trafalgar Law was never loud. It lived in fresh coffee, neatly organized journals, warm hands reaching for his in the dark, and the countless little ways you made his burdens lighter.
Contains: tooth rotting fluff, soft Law, reader caring for our favourite doctor, domestic fluff, cuddling, a bit of crew shenanigans, a lit of bratty Law.
A\N: Thanks for this request! It was really cute, I hope I'm not too repetivive with Law fluff, I just can't help it. The man deserves some love!
A strange feeling had taken root within Law.
Not all at once, but gradually. It had first settled quietly in his chest before spilling into his thoughts, until, little by little, it spread through every part of him, and only then did he understand the peculiar weight he had been carrying.
Security.
Belonging.
Feelings that had remained foreign to him for nearly his entire life, leaving behind nothing more than the faint bitterness of memories of a happiness that had long since slipped beyond his reach.
Equally bewildering was how it had happened at all.
What curious twist of fate had planted within him something so gentle, yet so unsettling, a sweetness that fluttered beneath his ribs like nervous anticipation?
At what point had his life begun moving in step with another’s? With someone so dear, so extraordinary that she scarcely seemed of this world?
When had he shrugged off the burdens he had carried alone for years, unknowingly allowing someone else to shoulder part of their weight, until he felt as light as a drifting cloud, no longer dragged back to earth by the heavy rain of old sorrows chained around his ankles?
Sitting alone in his office well past midnight, utterly incapable of concentrating on the papers lying before him, Law tried to untangle the mystery. He followed the thread of memory, hoping it might guide him through the labyrinth where he had somehow lost himself and lead him back into the light.
Perhaps the first spark of warmth had appeared that morning when he had turned half the office upside down.
“Think a little harder about where it could be,” he hissed at the poor, innocent Bepo, who had only been trying to help.
A part of him already regretted snapping at his oldest friend, but he had never been able to suppress that restless irritation whenever things refused to go according to plan.
He needed a particular medical journal, and only a few days earlier the crew had organized a thorough cleaning of the Polar Tang. Everyone had been given their own section. Shachi had taken care of the engine room, Penguin the kitchen, Ikkaku the common room, while Bepo had somehow drawn the unfortunate task of organizing the office of the world’s greatest perfectionist.
Now, after failing to find the journal within the first two minutes of searching, Law had all but descended into a minor breakdown.
The immaculate state of the room, the crisp scent of antiseptic mingling with the delicate citrus diffuser Bepo had thoughtfully placed there because he knew it was his captain’s favorite, did absolutely nothing to improve his mood.
Meanwhile, Bepo was beginning to panic.
He had always been diligent, and he had been certain he’d done everything exactly as instructed, especially after Law had practically breathed down his neck during the entire process… right until you had shooed the captain out of the office and dragged him away to your shared room. Every book had been returned to its carefully designated place on the shelves. The desk was arranged with near mathematical precision, every pen and instrument sorted according to its material, purpose, and size.
So where in the world could those medical journals have disappeared to?
As though summoned by fate itself, your cheerful face peeked through the half-open doorway.
“Are you boys finished yet?”
You were greeted by quite the familiar sight.
Bepo stood frozen with both paws pressed against his cheeks, ears drooping anxiously, while your Surgeon of Death glared at the room with knitted brows, looking every bit like a man quietly contemplating the systematic elimination of his entire crew.
“No!”
“Help!”
You blinked, somewhere between puzzled and entirely accustomed to their dramatics.
“Is everything alright?”
Law exhaled sharply before turning toward you with an exasperated look.
“No. I can’t find this month’s issues of the Journal of Clinical Research, the East Blue Journal of Anesthesiology, the West Blue Medical Ethics Review… or any of the others.”
“You mean these?”
You lifted a heavy storage box brimming with journals, while your other hand held an equally overstuffed bag.
“The rest are still in our room. I was just about to go get them. Remember? We agreed we’d keep them out of the office while everyone was cleaning.”
…Right.
Law’s gaze slowly drifted toward the polar bear, who brightened so dramatically that, had his tail been any longer, it would have knocked both of you over with the force of its wagging.
“I… overlooked that detail,” the doctor admitted reluctantly, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Uh… sorry, Bepo.”
“No problem, Captain!”
Law gave a small nod.
“But… you should still be a little more careful with my things.”
You placed the box and bag on the floor before turning toward the hallway.
“Well, maybe you should organize your office yourself next time,” you muttered over your shoulder. “Since apparently neither Bepo nor I can do it properly.”
“No…”
The Heart Pirates’ captain sounded almost shy.
“I like the way he arranges my instruments… and the way you label everything. You always choose scents subtle enough that they help me think instead of distracting me.”
After the briefest pause, he added quietly,
“You’re both better at it than I am.”
You exchanged matching, toothy smiles with Bepo, whose relief was so overwhelming he looked ready to collapse onto the nearest couch for a well-earned nap.
“I’m glad to hear that, Captain,” he said, making a remarkably swift escape before Law had the chance to notice that the encyclopedia on osteology had been shelved after myology instead of before it.
Law watched him disappear before leaning closer to you, curiosity gradually replacing his earlier frustration. His chin nearly brushed your shoulder as he peered toward the mysterious bags.
“What’s in there?” he asked, his tone only barely disguising the fact that he was really looking for an excuse to be close to you.
A smile tugged at your lips. You subtly shifted the bag farther from his line of sight.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
You reached for the doorknob, but the tall doctor had already followed after you, muttering under his breath that he’d help after all, if only because you were impossibly stubborn.
The last bag landed on the floor with a heavy thud, bulging awkwardly from whatever solid contents it held.
“There!” you announced brightly. “Welcome to paradise for nitpicky people like you.”
He rolled his eyes, though his curiosity had clearly won.
“What exactly are you planning?”
You knelt on the floor and began arranging a collection of narrow storage boxes in different colors. Each one had an empty label waiting to be filled, and from somewhere among your seemingly endless supplies you produced your ever-present assortment of pens and markers.
“See? Everything related to bones and new fracture treatments can go in the white one. Cardiology belongs in the red one, neurology in the blue… Actually, you know what?” Your eyes suddenly lit up. “I could even draw a little symbol on every label so you’ll recognize them even faster.”
You had already uncapped a marker, carefully writing the first label before sorting through the towering stack of journals beside you.
Law simply watched.
There was something dangerously close to wonder in his eyes.
You had paid attention to one of his countless, absurdly specific organizational habits, habits most people would dismiss as eccentric or obsessive, and somehow managed to come up with a solution he hadn’t even realized he needed.
Quietly, he lowered himself to the floor beside you. His large hand settled over yours where it rested against the floor before gently taking the marker from your fingers.
“It would be much more logical to use the green box for hepatobiliary medicine rather than anatomical diagrams,” he said, already sketching out an entirely new system. “Considering the range of subjects, the most efficient arrangement would be…”
And so he continued, explaining every meticulous detail behind his categorization with the enthusiasm of someone discussing the most fascinating subject in the world.
Though if anyone had asked him later what the two of you had been doing that afternoon, he would have answered, with complete sincerity, that you’d simply been enjoying a pleasant conversation while organizing medical journals.
He would never admit that somewhere between color-coded labels and spirited debates over anatomy and medical specialties, a feeling he had believed lost forever had quietly found its way back to him, wrapping itself around his heart with the warmth and familiarity of home.
The Heart Pirates regarded your relationship with a kind of reverent fascination.
Your flawless communication, carried out with scarcely a word exchanged between you, had become something of a phenomenon aboard the Polar Tang. It amused the crew to no end, and whenever they happened to witness another one of your silent interactions, they would inevitably gather later to discuss it as though filing reports on an inexplicable natural occurrence.
“It’s actually kind of eerie,” Penguin muttered as he and Shachi peeked around the corner of the hallway.
Inside the office, the captain had reached absentmindedly toward his desk for something, only to frown when his hand met empty space. He began rifling through the scattered papers without even lifting his gaze from the report he was reading. Before his search had the chance to become an actual distraction, you quietly placed the missing folder into his waiting hand.
He accepted it without surprise.
The only acknowledgment was a grateful nod and the faintest curve of a smile before his attention drifted back to the page. A moment later, he tapped the desk three thoughtful times.
Without hesitation, you handed him the special fountain pen he preferred whenever annotating noteworthy medical discoveries.
“They're like an old married couple of mimes” Shachi whispered in astonishment.
Neither of you seemed aware of what you were doing anymore.
A few minutes later, Law instinctively reached for his teacup while continuing to read, only to discover it empty. Before his fingers could close around it, you had already refilled it, setting it back beneath his hand so naturally that he barely paused before taking another sip.
Sometimes the crew wondered whether you shared a language no one else could hear.
Perhaps the stubborn little spark of love had settled somewhere inside him on evenings when you would appear outside his office carrying his reading glasses in one hand and a fresh cup of coffee in the other.
Or perhaps it had been those quieter moments later that same night, when exhaustion finally claimed him. He would fall asleep with a book still open across his lap, and you would gently remove his glasses before they could dig into his face, placing them on the bedside table before pulling the blanket over his shoulders.
He had been convinced it would settle eventually.
That was the peculiar part.
From time to time, the thought would return to him.
He had assumed that once he finally admitted it, first to himself and then to you, love would simply become another quiet certainty, something steady and familiar.
Instead, it kept discovering new places to live.
It had begun somewhere beneath his ribs.
Then it occupied every idle thought, filling them with your endlessly kind eyes, your infectious smile, the comforting warmth of your hand wrapped around his, the skilled fingers lazily combing through his hair after impossibly long days.
Now it revealed itself in moments so ordinary they should have passed unnoticed.
Watching you laugh from the other side of the room.
Finding one of your little handwritten notes tucked between the pages of whatever book he happened to open.
Discovering a glass of water and his daily vitamins already waiting on his desk before he’d even remembered he ought to take them.
Realizing you’d quietly mended the tear in his famous hat or stitched the loose seam of one of his shirts without mentioning it.
Feeling your hand search for his beneath the blankets while you slept.
Every day it reached a little farther than it had the day before.
And every time he convinced himself he had reached the limits of what he could possibly feel for you, you somehow proved him wrong.
Another absentminded kiss pressed against his temple as you wandered past his desk.
Another shopping list, meticulously prepared before he had even remembered the submarine needed new supplies or medical equipment, containing every single item he would eventually have written down himself.
“You’ve become remarkably efficient,” he had teased once.
“I’ve picked up a few tricks from our resident perfectionist.”
Another quiet, “I made your favorite,” waiting for him after an especially demanding day, accompanied by grilled fish and fresh salad already laid out on the table.
His mind wandered through countless little scenes.
You persuading him to leave his office long enough to read with you on the deck whenever the submarine surfaced, just to catch a little sunlight.
You appearing beside him with a glass of water after his fourth cup of coffee, firmly enforcing the caffeine limit no matter how passionately he protested every single time.
“I’m the doctor,” he had argued with all the dignity he could muster. “I think I know what I’m doing. Caffeine stimulates the release of dopamine and norepinephrine, improving alertness and concentration, which is rather useful aboard a submarine like this. Besides…”
“Besides,” you interrupted sweetly, “it also ruins what little sleep you already get, causes heart palpitations, and can aggravate stomach ulcers.”
He had accepted the water with a long-suffering sigh.
Love had become infuriatingly ambitious.
It refused to remain where it had first begun.
Instead, it wandered through every hidden corner of him until even the smallest moments had become irrevocably saturated with you.
It wasn’t that the Surgeon of Death didn’t want to express his gratitude.
Quite the opposite.
He was painfully aware of how much lighter the burdens life had placed upon his shoulders had become simply because you now carried part of them with him.
The difficulty lay elsewhere.
He had never quite learned how.
So his gratitude found quieter forms.
Sometimes he would simply slide his untouched dessert onto your plate because he knew how hopelessly fond you were of sweets.
If the submarine was due to dive at sunset, he might postpone it just long enough for the two of you, and by extension the rest of the crew, to enjoy a few more precious minutes beneath a sky full of stars or lingering rays of evening sunlight.
Occasionally you would return to your room to discover a novel you’d mentioned weeks ago resting neatly on the bed. Other times, opening the book you were already reading, you’d find an exquisitely engraved bookmark tucked between the pages, or perhaps the sweater you’d admired in a shop window folded carefully beside your pillow.
If he noticed, and he always noticed, that you’d skipped breakfast because you’d been helping him organize supplies or assisting with paperwork, he would silently divide his own meal in half.
On particularly rare mornings, he even cooked.
He would insist it was nothing elaborate, merely a quick and practical recipe, though you maintained he was a far better cook than he cared to admit.
And if he happened to be feeling especially bold…
“Here.”
He held out a bouquet of gerberas in varying shades of pink, their cheerful petals turned toward you.
He had chosen them because they felt ordinary enough not to seem extravagant, yet beautiful enough to deserve the smile he hoped to see.
Earlier that afternoon, most of the crew had been wandering through a small seaside town gathering supplies. At some point Law had quietly disappeared, and you had never imagined this would be the reason.
You stared at him in complete bewilderment.
“…Law? What’s the occasion?”
He shrugged.
“No occasion.”
Then, as casually as though he were commenting on tomorrow’s weather, or reciting yet another obscure medical fact, he added,
“They reminded me of you.”
You accepted the flowers with shining eyes, wearing that smile which had stolen his heart so quietly he hadn’t even realized it was happening.
“They’re beautiful.”
“So are yo…”
His brows drew together.
His eyes widened.
Heat rushed to the tips of his ears.
“I mean…”
He let out a quiet sigh.
“I wasn’t trying to be poetic.”
“Heaven forbid,” you teased. “That would be beneath the great Surgeon of Death’s dignity.”
He scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck before unconsciously reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair away from your face.
“I don’t think I’ve thanked you enough.”
You smiled softly.
“For what?”
Unable to withstand the full weight your gaze, he lowered his eyes to the flowers instead.
“…For making this feel more like home.”
He would have endured that uncomfortable vulnerability a thousand times over if it meant seeing that expression again, the quiet joy that lit your entire face before you rose onto your toes and pressed the gentlest kiss against his cheek.
Perhaps that feeling found its way into the cracks of his soul during moments that seemed too insignificant to matter.
He would be buried beneath paperwork and medical journals, scarcely noticing the faint scratch in his throat. A doctor himself, he would dismiss it, as he dismissed most ailments that afflicted his own body.
And then, like the quiet arrival of morning light, there you were.
A steaming mug rested between your hands, a delicate cloud of warmth curling into the air as you placed it beside him.
One sip was enough.
“…It’s sweet,” he murmured thoughtfully. “I can taste honey… lemon… cinnamon?”
Instead of answering, you gently stroked the fuzzy line of his beard beneath his lower lip, your thumb brushing softly across his cheekbone.
“Your voice is a little rough today,” you observed. “Sounds like you’re coming down with something.”
He looked up at you, thoughtful surprise flickering across his face.
“So drink,” you said simply.
You turned to leave, but before you could take another step, his hand caught yours, long fingers weaving instinctively between your own.
He didn’t say anything at first.
He only looked at you, something so achingly tender hidden within his golden eyes that it made your heart tighten.
Then he lifted the mug again, drinking while the tea was still hot.
“You have to take care of yourself,” you reminded him softly. “Finish it while it’s warm. If you’re not in our room in fifteen minutes, I’m coming back to drag you there myself.”
You started toward the door once more.
His little finger, still hooked around yours, refused to let go.
“Stay.”
His voice was low and hoarse, the sort of voice you could never have resisted, even if you’d wanted to.
With the gentlest tug, he drew you back to him.
Every now and then the notoriously spoiled captain would grumble whenever the crew, eager for variety, prepared a snack containing the particular kind of carbohydrate he loathed above all others.
Bread.
Without complaint, you would simply prepare a separate portion for him.
“For my favorite brat,” you would announce, placing the plate before the pouting doctor before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
Law would huff in mock indignation, all the while feeling his heart stumble embarrassingly against his ribs.
“…Thank you,” he would mumble under his breath.
On other occasions, if Penguin happened to be making onigiri, you quietly made sure to set aside every rice ball filled with umeboshi before they ever reached Law’s plate, hoping to spare everyone the entirely predictable spectacle that would otherwise follow.
Entirely unsuspecting, Law would bite into one of the soft, pillowy rice triangles, only for the aggressively salty, piercingly sour pickled plum to burst across his tongue.
He stiffened instantly.
Like a cat whose dignity had just been profoundly insulted.
“Th-this…” His irritation mounted with every syllable. “YOU KNOW I CAN’T STAND UMEBOSHI.”
Penguin immediately lifted both hands in surrender.
“Captain, everyone else likes them! Your completely rational ban on umeboshi aboard the submarine just wasn’t going to happen!”
Before Law could continue his increasingly dramatic protest, you quietly held out a napkin and switched your plates.
“Spit it out if you hate it that much.”
You took a bite from your own rice ball.
“Mine don’t have any. Besides, I don’t really have a preference.”
Law simply stared at you.
A faint blush crept over his cheeks, partly because of the gesture itself, partly because you were shamelessly babying him in front of the entire crew.
Strangely enough…
He didn’t mind in the slightest.
“Now eat,” you urged, gently nudging his plate toward him. “I’ll point out which ones are safe. I watched Penguin make them.”
He nodded quietly before giving your hand a grateful squeeze beneath the table.
“You can repay me later with chocolate” you teased. “I need something sweet to erase that sourness from my tongue.”
Law rolled his eyes, already knowing perfectly well that you would have ended up with chocolate regardless.
“I never doubted it.”
The hurried footsteps caught his attention even before the door to his office swung open a heartbeat later.
You were radiant.
Slightly out of breath, practically glowing with excitement, wearing a smile so bright it stretched from ear to ear. That wonderfully infectious smile. The one that somehow managed to brighten every room before you even spoke.
The corners of Law’s lips lifted into an amused smile.
“And what exactly warrants this much excitement?” he asked, one eyebrow arching. “Don’t tell me you simply missed m…”
He stopped.
Until that moment, both of your hands had remained hidden behind your back.
Now you brought them forward, presenting him with the newest issue of Sora, Warrior of the Sea.
Its brilliant blue cover shimmered beneath the cabin lights, waves crashing behind the heroic figure who had accompanied so much of your boyfriend’s childhood and, if he were honest, quite a bit of his adulthood as well.
“…How did you get this?”
There was genuine reverence in his voice.
He accepted the comic almost cautiously, as though afraid it might disappear if he held it too tightly, already turning the pages while knowing full well how the rest of his evening, and likely half the night, would unfold.
Perhaps the two of you would read it together until sleep inevitably claimed you first.
Tomorrow he would undoubtedly recount every chapter to you anyway, complete with elaborate theories and observations you’d hear regardless.
“I have my ways,” you replied with a grin, unable to stop smiling at the sight of your usually stoic captain looking so openly, almost childishly delighted.
After several long moments, he forced himself to tear his attention away from the pages.
With almost ceremonial care, he placed the comic upon his desk before turning back toward you.
The hug came so suddenly that you barely had time to squeak in surprise.
He gathered you against him with such fierce tenderness that it felt as though the boundaries between your souls had quietly dissolved, leaving behind nothing but an overwhelming warmth that only complete devotion could ever create.
His lips found your hair first.
Then your temple.
Your cheek.
Your shoulder.
Each kiss was accompanied by soft, almost inaudible murmurs, words of affection and gratitude spoken so quietly they belonged to you alone.
In the darkness of his office, illuminated only by the faint glow of the desk lamp, Law continued filling page after page with medical observations. Every passing hour stretched his work a little longer as yet another detail occurred to him, another peculiarity that simply had to be preserved before sleep could claim it.
At some point, the lock clicked softly.
He didn’t look up.
He remained absorbed in his notes, his pen moving steadily across the paper.
He would have recognized you without sight.
Blind, he thought, he would still know you by the touch of your hand, by the cadence of your footsteps echoing through the room, by the quiet rhythm of your breathing.
Even if every one of his senses were stripped away save for hearing, he would not need so much as a whisper to know it was you. Your presence alone carried a peace he could scarcely remember ever having known before.
If nothing else remained, he could have recognized you by the way his own heart changed its rhythm whenever you drew near.
Your hands settled upon his tense shoulders, your practiced fingers patiently working at the stubborn knots gathered beneath his skin.
Law released a slow, weary breath, his brows drawing together every so often as pleasant pain melted into relief, far too satisfying for him to ask you to stop.
“That’s enough,” you murmured. “Come to bed.”
He answered with something barely intelligible before, a few moments later, repeating himself more clearly.
“I’m not finished.”
His hand gently caught yours as it moved away, bringing your knuckles to his lips.
“I’ll come later. You go on without me.”
You rolled your eyes.
“No.”
Your answer was as calm as it was absolute.
“It’s half past one in the morning. If you’re going to keep hiding in here, then I’ll stay with you.”
A small pause.
“But I still think you’d be much wiser to continue tomorrow. Morning is wiser than night, remember? Your thoughts will be clearer after you’ve slept instead of burning yourself out like this.”
Feigning reluctant defeat, the doctor finally rose from his chair and followed you toward your room.
The submarine was wonderfully quiet at this hour, every corridor wrapped in sleepy silence. With no one around to witness him, he slipped an arm around your waist, drawing you closer until his head rested lazily against your shoulder as the two of you wandered bleary-eyed through the dimly lit halls together.
After helping him get ready for bed, despite his repeated insistence that you stop fussing over him, Law promptly disproved every complaint he’d made about not being tired.
The moment he lay down, he stretched out across you, resting his head upon your chest as though it were the most natural place in the world to be.
Only seconds earlier, he’d been insisting he wasn’t sleepy.
His fingertips idly traced lazy circles against your waist, the edge of his goatee occasionally brushing the skin of your chest and making you twitch with a quiet laugh whenever the coarse hairs tickled, bringing an amused smile to Law's lips.
Your own fingers disappeared into his dark hair, gently scratching his scalp and absentmindedly playing with the soft strands.
“You’re going to spoil me,” he sighed, eyes already closed.
You smiled.
“You let me.”
“…I suppose I do.”
“You were a little spoiled to begin with.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Law had spent years believing that love meant protecting.
He had never imagined what it felt like to be protected in return.
Somehow, your care had slipped effortlessly past every wall he had spent years constructing. It settled first in places he could ignore, then quietly spread until there was nowhere left to escape it, taking root in every ordinary moment of his life.
It lingered in the blanket draped over his shoulders before he noticed the cold.
In the perfectly brewed coffee that somehow found its way into his hands before he even realized he wanted it.
In the quiet whispers you offered to the crew whenever he happened to fall asleep somewhere unexpected, asking them to keep their voices down just a little longer.
In the way your fingers absentmindedly searched for his whenever you walked side by side, though more often than not it was his hand that found yours first.
In the way your eyes softened each time they met his, as though reassuring both of you that he was still there and well.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to remember what life had felt like before someone loved him with such quiet attentiveness.
Stranger still was the hunger that love had awakened.
For years he had asked nothing of the world, convincing himself that wanting very little was the surest way to keep moving forward.
Yet now…
Now he found himself longing, helplessly and without resistance, for more.
More evenings like this.
More conversations that faded naturally into companionable silence.
More mornings waking to find you still beside him.
More absentminded strokes through his hair, your fingers wandering there as though they had always belonged.
It was a peculiar kind of yearning.
Not one born of loneliness, but of abundance.
The more of you life entrusted to him, the more impossible it became to imagine a world where every small piece of you wasn’t woven inseparably into his own.
What a strange turn of fate.
I, who once forbade myself this kind of longing… I, who spent years building walls high enough to withstand whatever cruelties life might hurl my way… have become insatiable.
Now all I want is to wrap this small miracle I’ve been given in the softest blankets of acceptance and love, to shelter it from every storm I once feared… and, for the first time in my life, to surrender myself to it completely.
i am Thinkimg . about the Character. and listening to a Song. i a m sure this will not have repercussions
eneru giving me five minutes to attack him but i just start sucking his dick
First time rq kinda nervous! I saw you included Enel in your villain compilation and got so excited ‘coz there’s a lot of potential with the god complex and everything! I was thinking something along the lines of taking his most loyal worshipper (fem reader) with him in the arc and assigning her with new duties if you get what i mean
Tysm in advance <333 I loved your interpretation so feel free to include whatever kinks
Most Devoted Worshiper - Enel
Fandom: One Piece
Featured character: Enel x fem Skypiean reader
Description: Your worship of Skypiea’s god has not gone unnoticed. The god may have other uses for you, since you’re so eager. A/N Forgive me for taking so long anon! Here’s your guy with a god complex~
Rating: 18+
Word count: 2400
WARNINGS: | usual sex stuff | his hand makes a pretty necklace~ | bj m receiving | heavily dominant enel | religious triggers | manipulation and unhealthy relationship (with sweet aspects, dw) | threats and fear | talk of exhibitionism | sir, master, my lord, ect used | good girl, pet, little worshipper | reader is implied to be a virgin | it’s been a while since i saw Skypeia, so I forget his vocal mannerisms. if it’s too off, i’ll fix it - let me know! |
Once upon a time, you lived a small life on the cloud islands of Skypiea. You took good care of your wings, and your aging grandfather. You helped your father’s old friends run their bakery. Just like you had since Birka had fallen out of the sky.
And every evening since then, you’d gone to the temple. Growing up you’d never heard much about Ganfall, but Enel? He captured your imagination and fears like nothing else ever had.
The place of worship was primarily one for tribute. The officials that hosted these places were not ones to engage with the worshippers much. But you pushed them, always asking about the new god.
Every week, the attendants would ask Enel some question that you had posed to them. They scoffed and tried to avoid bringing it up much, but you were such a faithful worshipper, so keen on knowing her new god.
And no matter how much they wanted to be annoyed with you, there was something magnetising about you that made it impossible to hate you.
Enel finally asked about you, and their reply intrigued him.
And so, one evening, you went to the temple as usual, your paltry tribute of a single coin in hand. Just enough to keep the officials from turning you away.
But the crowds were different this time. Enough to catch your attention. No one was around as you climbed the stairs.
As the glow of the sunset ignited the tops of the clouds in burning gold, a single figure was present in the temple. Lounging on the altar tribute box was a man with an otherworldly aura.
Your feet carried you forward slowly, entranced. As your mind processed, you realised that the ring around his shoulders could mean only one thing.
“So. You’re the curious little worshipper I’ve been hearing so much about, mm?”
He stood, and you sank down to your knees on instinct. “Enel…”
Looking down his nose at you, he crossed his arms. “Why should I not smite you right now?” Crouching a bit, he smirked. “You’re so curious how my lightning works. I could show you,” he taunted.
Something in the back of your mind told you to bow lower, but you were frozen, captivated by him.
Enel looked into your face, eyes scanning over your features. As you stared into his eyes, he scoffed, flickers of white and blue briefly overtaking his irises. “Shameless…” he muttered.
You finally drop your head at that.
“That’s a good girl. Tell me, why do you want to know so much about me?” he asked, standing and stretching. “It’s rude to pry, you know. I am a god. Isn’t that enough for you?”
Your eyes flick up to him again. “You’re incredible. Why wouldn’t I want to know everything about you?”
He sat on the edge of the tribute box again. “What, you want special treatment? Forget it.”
“No sir… I would love to serve you as an attendant, though…”
His answer was quick, his eyes narrowing and voice dropping dangerously. “No. I already have plenty of attendants. What else can you offer? Your tributes have been disappointing. Give me proper worship or only your ashes will leave this place.”
With his leg propped carelessly on the edge of the altar, his loose pants were stretched wide. Your brief intrusive thought was caught immediately, and he laughed.
“Oh? Ha. Sure, I’ll offer you that.” Your eyes widened as he began untying his waistband. “If your worship is sufficient, I’ll let you live.”
Only frozen shock kept your mouth from falling open as he dropped the fabric with a rustle that seemed deafening in the empty hall. He smirked at my nervousness. “What? Frightened by my size or are you a virgin?”
He walked forward and grabbed your chin. “Oh? This will be fun then.” Threading his fingers into your hair, he pulled you closer to him. Your nose bumped his softened length, a shock of light curls at eye level - just above a gold cock band attached to a chain around his hips. “Go on, please your god.”
Your shaking hands went to his muscular thighs to brace yourself, and you leaned forward to place a worshipful kiss on his lower belly.
He froze. Something about the action was so… affectionate. “That… feels weird. Get to it already, worshipper,” he snapped.
Swallowing nervously, you start kissing and nuzzling his cock, gripping his thighs as your tongue shyly darts out to swirl around his tip.
“Hurry up,” he threatened, tightening his hold on your hair. He pushed the soft tip into your mouth just as you groaned at the sharp tug. “Mm. Go on.”
You start sucking, running your tongue over the sensitive velvet skin. Watching your degradation and clumsy but eager efforts slowly begins to arouse him. His length hardened, and thickened. He canted his hips forward lazily as the blood traveled downward, smirking as your already sore jaw had to open wider.
When your eyes glanced up to him, he smiled wickedly and shoved his length into your throat. You choked and gagged, trying to figure out how to breathe, how to pleasure him.
The situation was utterly surreal. Your idol, your god, had you on your knees and was using you for his pleasure. Your prayers had been heard, and this was your answer.
In a heady swirl of musk and elation, you tried your best to take him as he fucked your throat. Tears streamed down your face, adding to the salty wetness in your mouth.
He grunted and sighed in pleasure. “Open your dress,” he ordered.
Hastily, clumsily, you hurried to obey, unbuttoning the top half and letting it slide down your arms.
You whimpered as he tugged your hair and pushed you further down his length, choking and gagging as he took his pleasure, pulling out halfway through his finish to let the pearly ropes fall onto your now bared chest.
Enel caught his breath briefly while you choked and struggled to compose yourself, smirking. “So clumsy. That won’t do, you know. Do you intend to serve your god properly or not?”
You nodded frantically. “Yes, of course. I-I’m sorry. Tell me how to atone, my lord.”
His expression shifted. Leaning down, he wrapped a hand around your throat, hauling you to your feet and bringing you across the hall to the altar. He lifted you onto it effortlessly, tugging your dress off entirely and carelessly tossing aside your panties and bra.
“You’re not going to back out, are you?” His eyes were dark and menacing, but lacking the cruelty one might have expected.
You shook your head, shyly spreading your legs.
“Good.” He looked down and chuckled low in his throat. “Look how soaked you are? You really do like your god, don’t you? Even when he’s mean to you, hm?” Taking your throat again, he watched your face as you replied.
“Yes, master Enel. This is a dream to meet you. To see you. To touch you. I am not worthy.”
“You’re right. You’re not. But I will be magnanimous and accept your offering anyway.” Tsking his tongue as he stepped closer, his now fully hard cock sliding up your thigh, he sighed. “Shame you’re so small. Fine. Can’t have you tearing.”
When his fingers spread your folds, your hands flew up to his shoulders. He shot you a deadly glare, but didn’t scold you as he sank two long fingers into your drenched heat.
He wasted no time in pleasuring you, merely working you open enough to be able to take him. Even so, your hips bucked, and desperate keens escaped you.
“Sorry…” you muttered, apologising for the sound.
“No. Scream for me. Let this whole wretched place hear me torment you.” His breath was hot on your face as he lifted your chin with his thumb - his hand still around your throat.
Enel watched you fall apart on his fingers, moaning and crying out as he added a third. The sound it made was obscene, your body offering little resistance to his intrusion.
You nearly wailed when he pulled them out. His eyes leaving yours to align himself.
“My lord…” you keened, a prayer and plea of every kind.
“Hush. Please your god, little worshipper. See if your curiosity is satisfied with this.
A whine ripped through you as you watched his thick tip begin pushing inside, spreading your folds wide around him. You then looked into his eyes, wincing and gasping as his fat length bullied its way into you.
He hissed and squeezed your throat harder, moaning when you whimpered and choked. “That’s it. Shake and cry for me.”
He permitted you to hold onto his shoulders - for dear life - as he split you open on top of the altar. The sinking sun was quickly casting the place into shadow as he plunged in deeper with every thrust.
Releasing your throat, he shoved you back to lay flat, lifting your hips. He slapped your clit punishingly when you tried to wrap your legs around his waist. “Wait for your orders, pet.”
“Yes my lord,” you panted.
He lifted your thighs wide and tugged your hips close so he could sink every inch of his intimidating length into you. All the way down to the gold ring at his base. You both moaned when he bottomed out. “Writhing already?” he taunted with lidded eyes.
A scream ripped from your throat when he pulled out and sank back in the first time. He was ruthless, merciless as he had his way with you, making you take every inch into your soaked sex over and over.
Even the guards he’d posted at the temple’s entrance shifted uneasily at your screams and wails echoing off the stone.
Your hands scrambled for some purchase on the carved stone box, finding little as your naked body became sheened in sweat, glistening beneath him.
“Now this is how to worship your god,” he growled. “Squeeze harder, girl.”
When you complied, he groaned - and you came. Hard. He smirked wickedly and pounded you fiercely to draw it out. Your back arched dramatically as galaxies exploded behind your eyes. “Master! Enel… my god!”
“That’s it, pray to me.” His rhythm faltered as he hurtled to his own finish. He pulled you up by your throat again and kissed you as he viciously pounded you, stuffing you full of cum.
Tears streamed down your face as you cradled his in your shaking hands, returning his kiss with as much emotion as you could muster.
He shoved in deep once more, but quickly fell still. His kiss slowed, his mind reeling at your touch. Then he deepened it, plundering your mouth with his tongue, his earrings brushing your shoulders.
Pulling back at last, both of you panting hard, he stared into your blissed out face. Your crying intensified. Wiping away your tears, you tried to summon your scratchy voice. “Forgive me. I just can’t believe you let me have this. You’re even more incredible than I ever imagined.”
But what you said next sealed your fate forever.
“Have I… made you happy, my lord?”
“Happy?” he echoed dryly, incredulous. “I think you mean, did you please me.”
“Oh, well, that too.”
Enel hesitated, then stepped back. His cock slipped free, leaving your tight walls gaping and throbbing, leaking a torrent of hot cum down the side of the altar. You arched your back and bit your finger to hold back another moan at the sensation.
Leaning back on the stone, your skin slick with sweat, hair mussed, chest heaving… he swallowed hard.
“Pick those up,” he ordered absently, pointing to his pants on the ground.
You struggled to get off, and he huffed in annoyance. With one arm, he lifted you down. Your legs shook and inadvertently leaned into him.
“I said to pick it up, not make me hold you up.”
“Please forgive me, sir.” Breathless still, you let yourself fall to your knees and picked up his harem pants. Helping him into them, you tied them at his waist, making sure the waistband didn’t snag on the gold chain.
Looking down at you, he ran his fingers into your hair again. Considering you in silence for a minute, his hold softened. He pet your hair instead.
“You did well, little worshipper. Up.”
You tried to get up, and he picked you up, carrying you in one arm. He left the temple without another word.
“Master Enel? Where are we going?”
“My abode. Obviously.”
“But my clothes…”
“Forget them. You’ll be fitted for robes fitting your attendant role.”
Your heart leapt. “Truly? ..What about my grandfather?”
“Take care of it later.”
As you began the trip back to his holy realm, you fell silent, sinking against his chest as exhaustion washed over you.
And so you were ushered to the attendant’s temple and fitted for robes.
Enel kept you in his quarters for days, testing the absolute limits of your endurance as he ravished you endlessly. It was only on the fourth day that he slowed down while folding you in half. His eyes were wide as something had just struck him.
“What is your name?”
Your eyes were practically crossed as you tried to reply.
“Mm. You make a good worshipper. I will reward you fittingly,” he promised.
And to everyone’s surprise, he did. He spoiled you, in everything from silks and food to deigning to tasks like brushing your hair and showing you around the old islands.
He wasn’t possessive. No one would dare try to take you from him anyway. And he knew you were faithful to your god. But he did deck you in gold bands and collars for fun.
No one ever heard him say that he loved you. He’d always deny he had feelings for you. You just worshipped properly - not just extolling a powerful being, but working for his happiness. That was your value. Well, that and your eagerness to obey his every whim, sexual or otherwise.
He teased about fucking you in front of his attendants, in the temple in front of all your old friends and acquaintances. Buried deep inside, he whispered these threats in your ear.
“We could show them how pretty this little hole takes me in, mm? I long to make you drip all over that altar again.”
So one year later, he did. The temple was emptied, and the keepers deeply regretted answering your questions as they had to clean up after.
But you never regretted your curiosity, and neither did your god regret his.
Comfort Sex x One Piece
//Secondary Character Set//
Fandom: One Piece
Featured characters: *Secondary Set* Ben Beckmann - Reiju Vinsmoke - Thatch - X Drake - Perona - Brook - Jinbe - Viola of Dressrossa - Silvers Rayleigh - Koby - Fujitora Issho (blind admiral) - Madam Shyarly - Kuma - Okiku of Wano - Hongo, Dr. of the Red Hair Pirates x gn reader
Description: Tracing scars and tattoos, overcoming insecurities, vague self consciousness they help you with / fuck out of you~ Thank you for all the interest in parts one and two! I hope my fellow fans of these characters will enjoy content for them.
Rating: 18+
Word count: 2500 / ~160 per character
WARNINGS: | gender neutral reader | all the sex | minor allusions to body image issues, scars, canon trauma | Okiku gender dysphoria | not spoiler free |
//Primary Set// //Villain Set//
Benn Beckman
Always a man of few words, action is his way. Whenever he sees you’re anything less than thriving, he’s searching for what you need. If you’re stressed, he’ll drag you to bed - or a quiet corner - and make you focus on him between your legs instead. If you’re worried, he’ll hold you all night, kissing you slow and making you feel wholly, completely safe. Of course, pleasure is an excellent tool for resetting your mind. If you’re insecure, he’ll tell you how it is - that he’s proud of you, that he chose you for a reason. Then he’ll make love to you until you’re begging him to stop. If you’re displeased with your body, be prepared to be held in front of a mirror until you’re a mess, made to repeat his compliments and praise over and over as your mind breaks. He is pure confidence, knowledgable and in control. His arms are safety, home, healing and quiet happiness - all for you.
Reiju Vinsmoke
Trapped in a tiny kingdom of cruelty, to escape with you - temporarily or permanently - is everything for the poison princess. She likes being in control, and certainly using her mouth. Her therapy is pinning you down and using her tongue on you until you’re shaking and can only repeat her name. If she finds out you’re questioning yourself, especially your body, your instincts to run will activate from her smile alone, and she’ll take it upon herself to ensure you’re never questioning your worth again. But when she breaks down, she’ll finally relent to being taken care of by one of the only people she trusts. To be held, worshipped, cuddled and have her freckles kissed - reminded of kindness and gentleness and hope. She’ll pay you back with a long night to show you how grateful she is to have found someone who loves her as more than a tool to be used.
Thatch
The friendly cook is eager to show off his new recipes, new ingredients, and things just for you. If his food-pushing love language results in you gaining a bit of weight, you can be sure he’ll only be more attracted to you and your curves. He’ll lock you in the kitchen after hours and hold you on the counter while he worships you and makes you forget what you were even stressed about in the first place. His bright smile the next day earns you both enough teasing to make him want to take you again to make you forget anyone’s name but his. When you’re down or tired, he’ll bring you pretty plates of dessert to lift your energy. And if that’s not enough, he’ll kiss and hold you as long as you need. He’ll pull favours to get the dishes done so he can return to you at night so you’re not lonely in bed. Holding you in his arms and rolling into you slowly, holding your hands and telling you everything he loves about you will fix any of his problems, and hopefully some of yours.
X Drake
The disgraced marine living a secret double life in the most dangerous waters in the world, with a monstrous zoan form and self imposed expectations - he has urgent need to be safe and respected. To be loved fully - for every side and purpose, as a pirate imposter, a spy, a monster, scarred, and cursed with green scales that rise to the surface of his skin when he’s stressed or angry - is the healing he needs. To have you rub soothing lotions on his roughed skin and scales, to not be afraid of him, to kiss his scars and accept his softness and fire both. And he’ll return every favour with an overwhelming eagerness. He’ll worship your body and be incredulous how you could ever be unhappy with it. Primal instincts to protect, conquer, and possess will drown every thought holding you back as he takes you again and again, in every position you can handle. His love is endless, and so is his stamina.
Perona
She loves to be seen as an untouchable gothic princess, but while she can make people depressed without second thought, she can’t handle excess sadness, being prone to it herself. Frantic, manic loneliness drives her away until you pull her back down to earth. Her pride makes seduction a game and process, reminding her to let go and trust until multilayered clothes come off one piece at a time. Slow touches and kisses rise in heat as she lets the fire be stoked little by little. Soon she whines for your touch in other ways, and urges you to take care of her until any melancholy is forgotten. When you’re the one under rainclouds, her urgent and clumsy efforts often lead to bed, burying her face between your legs, taking the lead for once and rolling against your hips until you have to bodily remove her, trapping her in your arms to make her sleep, very pleased with herself for bringing your spark back.
Brook
He never expected to find love, being as he is. So when you come along, loving him as he is, not as a star but as a musician, bones and bad jokes and all - every bit of love he’s longed to give for decades is suddenly yours. He tries to not overwhelm you, but if you can handle it he’ll be delighted to hold you and laugh and sing - and beg you to let him experiment more in bed to find how he can give you all the pleasure you deserve. He’s torn between embarrassment and frantic lust in his need to make you feel good and take in every sensation he can feel of your body. He’s so gentle and patient and kind when you confess insecurities or inadequacies, and will offer to make you a cup of tea… or to take you to bed and make you forget your troubles. There’s part of him that always worries you’ll say no, change your mind. So when you drag him to bed instead to try a new toy, he’ll laugh to hide the fact he’s on the brink of tears.
Jinbe
Having a human for a lover makes him a bit nervous. He’s so much bigger and stronger, and even if you’re a fighter, he feels the need to be so gentle. So soft nights in bed, full of intention and love and care are his preference, and it suits his personality anyway. He takes his time figuring out how to handle your body in his big hands, how much prep you need to take him, what makes you arch and moan best. He’s the best at whispering praise and shockingly filthy things in your ear as he holds you to his chest, filling you slow. Not being as familiar with human culture, he might not understand your insecurities, but as a wise and well travelled person, he tries to offer what advice he can. When it comes to your body however, he finds that showing you his approval with his hands is most effective. Nothing feels as safe as falling asleep on his chest, body satiated and heart full.
Viola of Dressrossa
Captive in her own home for so long, haunted by seeing things she doesn’t mean to, a kingdom to rebuild - she survived in daydreams and dancing for years. At last with hope returned and a love by her side, she can start to heal. She is so eager to love, wanting to show you Dressrosan clothes, its romantic language, sensual dances. But nights are still hard, and she begs you to fuck the nightmares out of her head. Long nights of learning each other’s bodies and needs, repressed passion finally having an outlet, amplified by a love that’s finally real. She loves so tenderly when you need her to be soft with you, slowly breaking down every wall, every insecurity. Her hands like to wander, seeking your warmth and curves and edges like a lifeline day or night. You’ll learn Dressrosan poems simply by having her recite them when she makes love to you, unable to convey her joy and love in any other words.
Silvers Rayleigh
He is a man of experience, ready any moment you ask him to give you his touch. He’s tried everything at least twice, so if your need for comfort is frantic, he can match a kink to it like it’s his job. And if your need is fragile, he’ll show you how all consuming and healing simple positions can be. He’ll whisper in your ear that you’ll get through this, that he believes in you, that you’re sexy as hell. People fear his strength, but his kindness is just as formidable, and he’s glad to show you its full force. Spoiling you is fun, especially if you’re inclined to want intimacy as part of it. He’ll stay up as late as you want languidly showing you all the ways he can make you cum, his smirk in place the whole time, even as he kisses your forehead. He loves holding you close when it’s time to sleep, taking comfort in your warmth and heartbeat steady against his own chest.
Koby
To be a mere human seeking to fight superhuman forces requires that he be the hardest working of them all, and from dawn to dusk he pushes to the limit. But he’s eager to please his love and never let you feel ignored, so bringing him to bed is the best way to make him rest and heal. He’s so intent on your pleasure that sometimes he needs to be pinned down and spoiled by force. Long baths with soothing oils and lighthearted conversation always lead to affection and more. He likes practicing observation haki in bed, never feeling more connected to you. It easily makes him emotional, leaving you wrapped tight in his arms with no escape afterwards. And if you’re the one feeling fragile, he won’t rest until you know how loved you are, kissing and pleasuring you until your strained expression breaks. He is made of passion and hope, and facing the future with you in his bed every morning is the perfect manifestation.
Fujitora Issho
He takes things at his own pace, steady and calm, and sex is no different. He loves nothing more than getting to touch you. As much as he enjoys hearing your voice, it’s when he can run his hands all over you that he feels fully connected with you. Alone somewhere with the door locked, getting to take off your clothes, speak against your skin, kissing every inch, he’s able to sigh in relief. He’ll hold you to his chest as long as you need when you’re down, stroking your hair and somewhere a bit more intimate at the same time. If you’re self conscious of his roaming touch or how you appear to the rest of the world, he’ll assure you that your body is just the housing of your soul, which he finds endlessly beautiful. His size and strength offer safety and comfort that he’s happy to provide - your personal soft tiger to cuddle and protect you, heart and body.
Madam Shyarly
She is often worried about her visions, so to be able to live in the present and enjoy herself is a must. As her lover, she relies on you more than anyone. Turning over her body and mind to you to care for is the ultimate gift. Once you learn to navigate her mermaid anatomy, she’s easily made over sensitive to your touch, and desperate to relieve the buildup of tension. She’s excellent at caring for you in return, calm and practical, but indulgent with her touch and attention. Her devotion is tireless, making you beg her to stop before she finally pulls your exhausted body into her arms to rest from her hands and tongue. She’ll ask your help in caring for her tail, unable to help letting out occasional moans while you stroke and tend the soft skin. At night, she tends to wrap it around you instinctively, testament to her love and trust.
Kuma
The ultimate gentle giant, the Buccaneer is terrified of causing you harm or trouble. When he’s finally convinced that letting himself love you is forgivable, he’s sure to tell you that his hesitation has nothing to do with lack of desire. Learning each other’s bodies is slow, intimate, sacred. He’ll watch your face for the slightest hint of discomfort as he learns how much you can take with his hands, his mouth, his length. He insists that you stay on top just to be safe, wrapping you in his big hands to keep you warm and feel supported and comfortable. His praise is gentle and soft spoken, a blush ever present from start to finish. He’ll hold your naked body in his arms as tightly as he dares to tell you how much he loves you, no matter what you’re going through or worrying about. He’s eager to support you, and wants your happiness more than anything. If his touch is something desirable to you, something helpful, he’d consider it a gift from the heavens.
Okiku of Wano
The samurai is out of her element when it comes to intimacy. Helping her overcome her dysphoria with slow gentle sex is just the thing. Finding which positions work for which mindsets, worshipping her body and nipples, buying her lingerie to make her feel feminine and beautiful. Romantic nights of glowing lanterns and the backdrop of cricket song, deep kisses and slow grinding and wandering hands. She apologises for being apprehensive, easing into giving you pleasure in different ways until it all feels comfortable and natural. Reminding her that all that matters is enjoying the sensations and love for one another breaks down the walls. Her love is understated and simply romantic, and her support for you is much the same. Honest, simple, and genuine - just like intimacy with her becomes in time.
Hongo
The doctor is always teasing you with ‘checkups’, reminding you to take time and care for yourself. Though he’s not bothered by doing the job himself. He likes taking care of you. If you ever express insecurity, he’ll hold you close and praise you - your body has let you survive to be with him. That’s all that matters. If you ask your doctor for help relieving stress, he’ll drop anything to help, especially if it means dropping your clothes. He’ll go as fast or as slow as you need, but he’s always thorough. His kisses are targeted to your soft spots, his hands massaging your tense points even as he starts rolling into you. Sometimes setting you up on the examination table and kneeling between your legs is just what the doctor ordered~ No matter your preferences, he’ll always keep you safe, his eyes wandering your body in lust and protectiveness both every time you walk into the room.
Thank you again for all the interest in my work lately! I’ll take a little break and then start on the next theme you voted on - amnesiac reader x one piece! After that is the popular ‘inappropriate use of devil fruit’ concept~
Comfort Sex x One Piece
//Primary Character Set//
Fandom: One Piece
Featured characters: //Primary Set// Shanks - Ace - Smoker - Law - Vivi - Luffy - Zoro - Nami - Sanji - Usopp - Robin - Franky - Corazon - Marco - Sabo - Aokiji Kuzan x gn reader
Description: Tracing scars and tattoos, overcoming insecurities, vague self consciousness they help you with / fuck out of you~ Luffy’s might just fix you. Also this is definitely the best thing I’ve ever made.
Rating: 18+
Word count: 2600 / ~160 per character
WARNINGS: | gender neutral reader | all the sex | minor allusions to body image issues, scars, canon trauma |
//Villain Set// //Secondary Set//
Shanks
With the world in his hands as much as against him, it can be a heavy load. For all that he keeps that easy smile, always looking to encourage you, sometimes he needs it too. Topping him slow and sensually, letting go of the emotional burdens as you spoil him. But this is only after persuading him to not be the one spoiling. He loves nothing more after a long day - good or bad - to strip you in his quarters and roll you around on his bed until the moon is high and all you can think about is him. Whatever your doubts, insecurities, pains, or fears, you have an Emperor of the sea at your side who’s convinced you hang the stars in the sky. And he’ll kiss you until you believe him.
Ace
Sunshine incarnate is his typical way of being, but the pain of his past - the world always saying he shouldn’t even exist - it gets to him more often than he lets on. Telling him he deserves to live, that he’s the best thing in your life, that he’s worthy and wonderful - while he’s deep inside you? Yeah, that might fix him. And he’s more than happy to return the favour whenever you’re down, infusing you with all of his warmth, in every way. You loved him into loving himself. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do the same for you. If some of that is showing you how much he loves every part of your body, showing you how proud of you he is while pinning you down and rolling against you, nice and slow? All the better. Kiss his freckles and let him stay buried inside you until he passes out, and you’ll both be feeling better by morning.
Smoker
He loves a good rough fuck, no question. But part of caring so damn much is having a soft side that needs attention - needs bandaging and healing as much as his body. He’s gone so long on his missions that if you can’t be beside him, he’s half a wreck by the time he gets back. It never used to be that way until he found you - someone strong enough to wait for him. He loves your strength, but he chose you for your softness too. Holding you tight, someplace safe and quiet, letting you trace his scars, kissing any of yours while losing yourselves in slow, deep thrusts. Having you tell him he’s perfect, that he’s your hero, that you believe in him. He needs it as much as you do. He’ll hold you open and come up with every compliment he’s ever thought about you in between making you come in his mouth and his honest tongue.
Law
On top of all his other stresses, he needs you at your best so you can stay by his side. Massages (that you tempt him into making more of), analytically breaking down your insecurities and self doubt while tangled in the sheets together. If you’re down, persuading him that just having his attention lifts you will buy you time with your busy captain. Reluctant as he is to accept being taken care of himself, you can always make him relent. Tracing his tattoos as you lie in bed, helping him relax. And then making him hard. Showing him stress relief that’s slow and lazy, turning everything he does to you back on him. He deserves sloppy kisses, a good massage, and to have his hair played with until he falls asleep. Teaching him to be honest with you and himself, finding the words while keeping him trapped beneath you, buried deep inside you.
Vivi
She needs relief - in every way - from the stress and confinement of her public position. She loves making you feel good in formal wear fit for a desert land, making you more bold in showing a little more skin than usual. And then taking it off in her chambers when you return. For all the privileges she has, the only way she really wants to be spoiled is by you in bed. As her happily ever after, she is more than happy to return the favour in any way you want. If you have scars or stretch marks, or she is feeling insecure about her own, she’ll paint them in gold. She’ll praise you for your every success, by her side or otherwise, and gladly make it up to you every time she vents. She longs to be in your arms and rock against your body until you’ve both come multiple times, lazy and comfortable, safe and loved.
Luffy
He just wants you to be happy, and he’ll do whatever it takes - treating you to silliness or tooth rotting sweetness, drowning your sorrows and worries in his sunshine. He’s never really understood insecurity, and he’ll do anything to help you overcome yours - especially if it involves your body. It’s your vessel for exploring life, made for adventuring, enjoying good food, and feeling good. Besides, he’s going to be King of the Pirates, he wouldn’t keep you around unless you were the best. And you are. And he’ll spend hours under the covers, between your legs, in hot springs, or anywhere else proving how perfect you are and making you share his joy in your existence. He’ll wrap you up tight and lazily fuck you for hours if you let him, laughing into your mouth and chest between groans of bliss.
Zoro
He may struggle to really understand your emotions, but he loves you and if you need him, he’ll be there. You can teach him how to love softly, hold you the ways you need. He’ll practically bully you into accepting yourself, body and mind. And while his efforts are often clumsy as hell or maybe too exclusively revolving around sex, it comes from his heart. As for taking care of him, reminding him to heal between workouts requires intervention every time, and often dragging him to bed and immediately stripping is the path of least resistance. He loves groping you, whether your body is carefully toned or not. Holding you tightly to his chest while he burns the last of his energy thrusting into you, lingering there while you catch your breath and listen to the ambient sounds of the ship - there’s nothing better.
Nami
She gets overwhelmed with her responsibility as navigator sometimes, not to mention the captain’s insane antics. So helping her unwind is crucial. Shopping trips are the first step, burning berri on lingerie and sexy clothes. Sometimes it’s for her, and she loves having you take them off of her. And when she buys something for you, she makes you wear in it front of a mirror, praising and seducing you until you give in and fuck her in front of it. Being held in your arms after long stressful days, stroking your hair when your own emotions are strained, luxurious baths with fine oils. She believes in you and trusts you with her life. She wouldn’t bother with someone not worth her time, her trust, her heart, and her body. And you’d better not forget it. Though she does make it difficult to, always dragging you to her bunk whenever she needs the comfort of wrapping her legs around you your touch.
Sanji
This man is so sweet and soft and scared he cant be good enough for you. Every time will be comfort sex to him. Especially when you can convince him he doesn’t need to perform, just love and feel and trust. He protects his hands so he can soothe and heal, and loves nothing more than to worship your body - just as much as he worships your heart and mind - so thoroughly you’ll never be satisfied with anyone else. All he wants is to get lost in erasing your insecurities and unhappiness, which helps undo his own. He is physically incapable of refusing your requests, especially in bed. Literally anything you do for him is a gift from heaven. He’ll praise you endlessly. He’ll praise anything you wear and thank you on his knees if you let him take it off of you. He’ll cry if you praise him, coming way too fast over and over, making sure you release just as many times no matter what.
Usopp
For all his bluster, he’s also scared of not being enough. He’ll tell you stories - some real and some not - while you cuddle. Sex is slow then frantic, experimenting then going back to familiar comfort. You’re his best friend, his confidant, his rock that grounds him to what’s real. He’s always supportive but honest with his compliments and praise, for once. He worships you - you’re just so damn cool, and hell, it’s him you’ve chosen. In bed especially, he can’t believe that you’re his - and it makes him crazy. Sometimes you both need a good massage after a hard training session or a fight, and he always wants to turn it into spending more time touching your body. He’ll do anything to make sure that for all his lies, you know his love and devotion aren’t among them.
Robin
Old shadows haunt her sometimes, so she understands if you have shadows of your own. She’s a perfect sounding board, always willing to listen or help patch up your injuries. Often you notice all the bruises she has from using her power. Sure she’s chosen to live, but she ought to care more for herself. She always drags you to bed and spends the rest of the night telling you how glad she is to be alive, and even more so, glad that you’re alive. From day to day, she loves slow sensual times with you. She reads to you in dead languages while lazily fucking. Always, her hands and tongues bloom until you can’t remember any name but hers. If you get insecure as the lover of the most beautiful woman in the world, she tells you that your appearance is perfect to her in the way that YOU are perfect to her. You, in all your fascinating, endearing, charming imperfections, are hers. And she, in all her renewed hope and passion, is yours.
Franky
Being a cyborg is pretty damn cool, but sometimes he gets to feeling disconnected from his humanity. He loves having you remind him. He’s so gentle and kind and big and loves lazy, senseless laughter with you. Almost as much as he loves lazy sex with you. He conditions you into feeling no shame with your body, using his own absurd confidence to build yours. He’ll hold you so gently as you rant and vent and cry to him, offering off brand advice and unconditional love. His whole body is customisable - including his dick, obviously. He loves slow nights of experimenting with you, having you try new attachments, new toys, pushing your imagination and desires. But he doesn’t mind simple either. He’s a guy - let him suck your nipples and grope your ass for a bit and he’s happy. And he’s excited to do anything at all that you need. There’s nothing he loves more than sharing his joy, after all.
Corazon
For someone with such deep seated anger, he is so kind and gentle, and attuned to your mind. He loves so deeply, and loves to make you happy, so whenever you’re in a bad place, he’s working overtime to help you out of it. For someone sworn to silence, suddenly he’s drowning you in copious compliments about your body and heart and mind. He’s proud of you, he finds you irresistible. Sometimes his efforts are as clumsy as he is, but there’s no doubt the heart behind it. His power is very convenient for when he wants to make you scream. But despite his size and the quiet fire deep down, he knows how to be gentle. It takes some practice, initially urging him that you can handle more. He loves holding you gently in his arms afterwards, his big hands touching anywhere and everywhere to ground himself and show you just how loved and needed and cherished you are.
Marco
The laid back doctor is eager to be kind and heal and protect despite all his loss - and he would love for someone to hold him and offer him the same healing. Let him rest and heal and build anew together. Maybe get a cottage in the valley and treat it like a honeymoon home. Let him get lost in your arms day and night to keep him grounded and remind him what he needs for fight for next - he’ll love you into making it his purpose. Whenever you get the tiniest scratch, his warm blue fire fixes you instantly - and if your wounds go deeper, he’ll help you heal those too. He refuses to let you think badly of your body, worshipping it until you believe him. His experience lets him learn you easily, every soft spot and even your hidden desires. He’ll hold your gaze until you can hardly stand it, playing with your hair until you fall asleep, never more at home than in each other’s arms.
Aokiji Kuzan
Once an unbeaten Admiral, now lost and unsure, he finds safe harbour with you. He finds himself growing out of a shell he never knew he was in - learning real trust, turning old lies to truth, letting his slow nature start to heal both him and you. Kiss the scars on his neck and tell him that a kinder world is worth fighting for - and suddenly you’re the center of it. If you’re broken too, he’ll drop everything to focus that calm intensity on you. Having the chance to lay about in your bed, indulging his laziness is the best therapy. Slow sex morning to night, walking around the house nearly naked. He loves putting his hand up your shirt, quickly leaning into his teasing side with you. He’ll worship you any shape or size, getting worked up over anything you wear. He loves breaking down every insecurity you have - physical or psychological. You are his new world, and he’s never been happier to have gotten lost so he could discover it.
Sabo
The eternal rebel would burn down the world to save you. You’re the only one who can harness his fire, and his anger and grief. If you let his fire burn to ash and hold him, kiss his scars, remind him of happy memories and make new ones - he’s yours forever. And he won’t stop telling you so for hours on end as he worships you in every position. He’ll tell you you’re enough - every single reason why he chose you. Even when his breath nearly eclipses his voice, he won’t stop until you’re both collapsed on the bed, cuddling each other to sleep. In the frantic, high stakes world of the Revolution, he’s torn between loving watching you fuck shit up and being overprotective. Brace for hours of endless spoiling after tough training or dangerous missions. You’re the best thing in his life and he’s not about to lose you for anything - including not being attentive enough.
Thank you for reading! I hope you liked this half as much as I do 😈🥹
Bully me into hurrying up on the next set for the comfort sex theme - the secondary set, with other favourites and rare characters!
Comfort Sex x One Piece
//Villain Set//
Fandom: One Piece
Featured characters: //Villain Set// Mihawk - Sir Crocodile - Buggy - Katakuri - King/Alber - Eustass Kid - Killer - Rob Lucci - Basil Hawkins - Doflamingo - Bartolomeo - Kalifa (CP9) - Daz Bones - Caesar - Kuro of the Black Cat Pirates - Enel God of Lightning - Sakazuki Akainu - Kizaru Borsalino x gn reader
Description: Tracing scars and tattoos, overcoming insecurities, vague self consciousness they help you with / fuck out of you~ (Thank you for all the interest in part one! I hope this one lives up to your expectations! Look forward to more favourites and rare characters in part 3.)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 2900 / ~160 per character
WARNINGS: | gender neutral reader | all the sex | minor allusions to body image issues, scars, canon trauma | unhealthy relationships and vaguely yandere behaviour | not spoiler free but I try to keep it a bit vague |
//Primary Set// //Secondary Set//
Mihawk
For all his coldness and apathy, he is prone to occasional bouts of loneliness - and even depression from lack of interest or challenge. When the world is spinning slowly, drawing his focus to you can be the best remedy. (Distracting him while he’s working in his garden is enough to spark his desire to discipline you.) You are his, and so he doesn’t let you say a word about your appearance, telling you it’s a waste of time, then spending hours drowning you in slow pleasure that will teach you what your body is for. He’ll analyse your reality and scold you for being foolish, then in line with his secret kindness, he will lavish you in attention until your unhappiness is wholly replaced by focus on him. Slow nights with wine and deep, intentional thrusts, making you melt under his intense gaze are pure sin and joy. He only ever does as he pleases, so if he pins you down and spends hours between your legs, you best know there is nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.
Sir Crocodile
When he found you, he quickly swept you into his world, holding gold and tickets to exclusive parties and expensive clothes in front of your eyes to dazzle you into forgetting any other life - any other man. He has no patience for incompetence, so it’s easy to feel inferior and fearful he’ll leave you behind. But if you dare think such things, he’ll take you to RainDinners for the night and remind you who you belong to. To show you what you are to him, he’ll set aside the nagging paranoia surrounding water and draws a bath, fucking you until the floor is flooded. Then he’ll carry you to bed and make you forget your own name, not letting you rest for hours. If you’re delicate enough to feel the need to beg him to be softer, he’ll complain about it - while holding you to his chest, balls deep and muttering how you ought to be grateful for this special treatment, to have earned his trust - and respect.
Buggy
The man is rabidly insecure, desperate for loyalty, and god damn if he isn’t horny 24/7. So if you can be that for him? A safe place where he isn’t hated or abandoned or secretly laughed at? He’s going to be obsessed, feral, possessive, overprotective, and will need to make up for a lifetime of loneliness. He’ll put you in his shows, designing the best sexy outfits and fucking you in it afterwards. He’ll use his hard gained fortune to spoil you rotten. Laying in bed with boxes of opened gifts all around, laughing and lazily fucking? It fulfils every need - comfort and power and loyalty and conquest and fun. Of course he’s going to send you with a hand or his dick as often as he can get away with it, to feel you close and have something to get him through those brutal cross guild meetings. Be ready for a full force sex therapy session when he gets back - you’re his strength to go on.
Katakuri
Always being on the go and at some family member’s beck and call leaves the Sweet General wanting nothing more than to be still and actually rest. Doing so with you, his huge cock stuffed inside you, nowhere to be? It’s better than his mariendas. Holding you against his body, slowly worshiping you and marvelling that someone could accept him, could permit his softness and tenderness without calling it weakness. If ever you come to him with any kind of rainclouds in your head, he internally panics, wanting to help you and not make things worse. He’s used to comforting his siblings, but with you, he gets to do more. Your mind will be so melted from his overwhelming kisses and devotion that any stresses or insecurities will be the last thing you’re capable of thinking about. His big tongue laving at your body, savouring your sweetness, his low voice praising and comforting you, his dark eyes softer than ever as you cling to him for hours.
King
A lifetime of revenge, of being hunted and hated - he’d abandoned so many dreams, so many desires. Until you came into his life. He’s so big it feels sometimes like you’ll break if he touches you, so if you wrap around him to make him stay and try to get him to laugh, he’ll finally start to melt again. Free to live a life worth living, to be wanted for more than his strength. And he’ll do anything you need to help build yours, whether it’s physical or psychological. It takes a little time to undo his reflexive dismissals, and after the first few times, he feels so bad for hurting you that he spends hours in bed, apologising with his tongue between your legs. Now, with the mechanics worked out of the size difference, he gets excited to try new things, new positions. If you were to help him search for remnants of his heritage (or help rescue certain young half breeds), he’d love to start a new homeland with you. Outfitted with a big, strong bed, of course.
Eustass Kidd
The firebrand is more than capable of love, sure, but softness has never been one of his skills. He always grouses at you when you barge in and interrupt him, insisting on bandaging his scratches from the metal before he continues working. But if you grab his face, tell him you want to see the man you loved cared for, kiss him sloppy and promise more later, he’ll probably forgive you. Of course, his natural inclination when either of you is feeling off is to pound every thought out of both your heads. But when you need it soft, he eventually melts, his vulnerable side coming out and making him need you to hold him close. Kiss his scars and tell him he doesn’t have to prove anything to you - and let him convince you of the same. He’ll hold you so tight and tender after he’s done wrecking you, grinning like an idiot at the lipstick marks all over your skin.
Killer
His loyalty to his Captian is unmatched, but when you come along, suddenly he has someone else in his life that he’d give anything for. Keeping Kidd out of trouble is a full time job, but he’s by your side every other minute. He’ll cook you comfort foods when you’re feeling down, his level headed advice and unconditional love becoming your rock. Though of course comfort sex is the best medicine. He’s insecure himself, from his face, his scars, his laugh - he’s always afraid you’ll change your mind and find him repulsive, no matter how irrational the fear is. Holding him close in bed and worshipping his beautiful features breaks down those walls that come up - but he’s impatient too. Whether you need it or not, he’ll lavish you in praise and compliments and attention until you pass out beneath him. You’ve seen his true self, and he’s never letting you go.
Rob Lucci
He never thought he’d find someone to love, but you are his opposite and equal, and he fell hard. He’s clueless when it comes to relationships and doesn’t trust anyone, but over time of breaking his walls down again and again, he starts to let you in more. When he’s worn out after his zoan transformation, he trusts you to take care of him until he regains his strength. Though of course he’ll see you as the weak one - and since he can’t allow weakness, he’ll heal your self doubt by bullying you with backhanded compliments and pushing you to reach your goals. When something - or he - pushes you too hard, he’ll awkwardly try to comfort you, relying perhaps a bit too much on sex to do it. He loves pushing your limits in bed, but eventually he learns how to be soft, slow, taking his time making you fall apart again and again, until all you can say is his name - the sound he’s come to love most.
Basil Hawkins
Beneath the ambition and aura of all knowing intimidation, you see him for where he is - a man still fearful of a future he cant control. Getting him to focus on you and live in the present is a difficult task, but eventually your comforting presence begins to heal his paranoia. And he rewards you for it in bed, endlessly. For choosing him, for staying, for proving that you’re not going to give up on him and the future you’re building together. And whenever you doubt yourself, he’ll try to give you a reading to assuage your insecurities and pain, but finds often that his worshipful touch is more effective. He even decorates his captain’s quarters to better suit your taste to ensure you never regret spending time with him there. He finds healing and hope in your body, and hopes you find solace with his just as much.
Doflamingo
The fallen Celestial Dragon exists to spite and punish the world. You bother him, he hates you, yet he likes you, wants you, needs you. Sometimes - rarely, but sometimes - his rage and sadism break, letting in nihilism that leaves him drained and miserable. And then he understands the desire for comfort. To be held and have someone make you forget. And as time goes on of you doing this for him, his trust and obsession with you growing, eventually he’ll attempt to offer you pieces of that same comfort. Mostly in bed, of course. Taking you slower, not tugging your hair so hard, not belittling you for crying. You’re one of the few he’s ever let stay the night, knowing you won’t murder him in his sleep. And he doesn’t want to murder you in your sleep either. …And he likes it when you cling to him and stroke his hair when he fucks you softer. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll make it happen a little more.
Bartolomeo
He’s insane, he’s wild, he doesn’t give a shit. Except about you. And he feels so much and loves so obsessively, and writes bad poetry and gets sex toys as gifts. Somehow you like it all, somehow you like him, and he’s over the moon. He’s gleeful when you ask him to use them on you instead of just using them alone. He’s open to literally any kink. Try him. And if it makes you happy, he’ll indulge any of the soft things you want too. It’s sex, he’s a guy, he’s happy. He gets devastated when you’re sad or insecure, and is ready to go overboard cheering you up, or just hold you. Naked, preferably. On the rare occasions something gets to him, old nightmares and the rare regret, he needs you to help him get out of his head and remind him that you still love him. Preferably naked.
Kalifa of CP9
She’s always been enough. Strong enough, pretty enough, clever enough. So when her devil fruit turned out to be… less than inspiring, she was determined to make it just as deadly a tool as the rest of her body and mind. But then you came along, and she could just… relax. Have a normal bath. Nothing to prove, no lies to suss out - just someone who saw her as smart and beautiful and deserving of love. And she is as eager to prove that she is worthy as she’s always been to prove her usefulness. Being the recipient of her touch, her affection, when she’s working to be the best at it? It’s overwhelming in the best way, coming over and over until you have to beg her to stop. When you feel insecure, she tells you she loves your imperfection. It makes her free to be imperfect too. When you can persuade her that she doesn’t have to perform or make a challenge out of loving you, letting her relax in your arms, lazily touching each other in the bath - it frees you both.
Daz Bones
The infamous Mr One is doubtlessly ruthless, but he’s also always been strong enough to be soft - to love and be gentle. If you’re afraid of him when you first meet, and the forward-thinking fighter already knows he wants to win you over, he’ll be extra gentle to assuage your fears. He’s straightforward and honest, and when he takes you to bed, sex with him is much the same. For someone who could conquer countries if he wanted to, he’s very mindful of your desires and mood. He always knows when you’re stressed or insecure. And he wants to give you exactly what you need, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. And he’ll lock you away all night to spoil you as you deserve, going as many rounds as you can take. Life is dangerous and love is hard, and he’s determined to succeed in conquering and protecting your heart. He chose you, and he’ll get you so addicted to his touch, his enviable body, and his love that you’ll be ruined for anyone else.
Caesar
You always know when he’s down or stressed - his gas powers make him droopy. He’ll whine and complain to you, wanting you to take care of him, spoiling him after a long day of work with a luxurious bath, decadent lingerie, snacks and sex and praise. He likes the rich life after all, and if money isn’t flowing freely, then he demands your love to make up for it. He has no idea why you chose him, what you see in him, why you’d stay when all he can offer is the threat of death from his bosses. But he’ll love you unconditionally if you do. When he gets insecure, he’ll spoil you in return, anything to convince you to stay. He’ll be so good for you. And if you’re willing to indulge his kinks, well, he might just repurpose one of his labs old machines to make you a diamond. If not for a ring, then maybe for his collar. What?? Who said that??
Kuro of the Black Cat Pirates
The Grand Line is not kind. The former captain is traumatized, demoralised, plagued with nightmares. He tries to be too cold, too strong - but when he meets you, he finally finds relief from the shadows of his past and failures. To build a life with you instead, safe and secure and clean and free, it’s everything he’s dreamed of. At first, intimacy takes time. He finds it hard to trust, no matter how much he loves you. But eventually his walls break down, and you see new sides of him, soft and wild both. You free him from his chains. If you voice insecurities - chains of your own, he is insulted that you would insult yourself. He’ll tell you throughout a night of breathless passion that you’re the home he always wanted, that you’re perfect, that every plan led to you. He spent so much time serving, hating every second. But for you, he’d do anything, fulfil any request - especially for his touch - with endless enthusiasm.
Enel God of Lightning
Whether you meet him in his temple or once he’s fallen from grace, there are holes left unfilled in his soul. He wastes time with you, comforting you with your pitiful mortal woes because he’s just so benevolent. To suggest he’s seeking to comfort himself in doing so is insulting. …Surely he would never get sucked into the softness of your arms, your shared bed, your eyes. He scolds you when you mention weakness or insecurity, reminding you that you are the lover of a god. His approval and claim on you makes you a de facto deity. He spoils you with overwhelming riches and even better sex, often lazy and drawn out for hours on end, driving any thought of weakness or unhappiness away with bliss. He becomes more possessive over time, keeping you by his side, on his lap, in his bed. He can’t let go of you, but deep down he knows, god or not, you’ll never leave him. Your worship is more pure than any other’s.
Sakazuki Akainu
The only way to earn his attention is to make an enemy of him or gain his respect. And he never expected it of you. But once he found you, saw how well you fit into his extraordinary life of danger and authority, he couldn’t bring himself to go back. You force him to rest, to think of himself, and in turn he tries to make you into all you can be - while obsessively keeping you safe. He demands discipline of himself in all things, so when he first takes you to bed, his personal control is overwhelming, leaving you unable to walk from how thoroughly he fucked you. The first time you persuaded him to let loose, again you couldn’t walk. And you love it both ways. You make him see life in more than numbers and red, and learning softness with you - for you - threatens to change him forever.
Kizaru Borsalino
When he met you, your glow of passion and kindness, joy and laughter - it was dazzling. Radiant. And something made him want to follow you. He shows up on your island, whenever you pass through Sabaody. You inexplicably get an invite to a Marine gala. That night, he starts things with you, seducing you with his lackadaisical but intensely focused touch. Once you’re his, he takes you places you’ve never been, showing you fun at festivals and shows, then showing you his devotion at expensive hotels. When you’re down or stressed, he’ll comfort you all night, holding you close and rolling into you slow and deep. His odd sense of humour leads to a number of inside jokes, and whenever he brings one up that originated in bed, you know he has plans for the night. It’s hard to read him, but he’ll never let you doubt that you’re his north star - his guiding light in the darkness.
Nudes - Part 1
Summary: Their favorite nude photo of you.
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid
Genre: pure smut
CW: NSFW // nudes (obv), oral sex, light food play with Luffy, unprotected sex with Daddy Zoro, and light cum play with Ace
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Luffy:
Your naked body with whipped cream is Luffy’s wet dream boat, and the best gift he ever received was a pair of photographs featuring just that. In one of them, you posed with the sweet white substance smeared across your naked chest, all messy and in desperate need of being licked up. And the second, you had a neat trail of it in the shape of a heart just above your naked cunt, ripe for the taking. Needless to say, you had to recreate this little photoshoot with Luffy as soon as he laid eyes on the photographs.
Zoro:
He’s an ass man who’s obsessed with creampies, and his absolute favorite snapshot of you is from behind, your pussy flushed and swollen from him pounding into it, his cum dripping out of your little hole, and that pink, heart-shaped plug in your ass. The sight of it makes him salivate, and he usually ends up clutching his cock because the throbbing is actually painful. He’s gotten into many a bar fight after having one too many and pulling it out to stare longingly, only for some creep to gawk over his shoulder at your perfect ass and pussy.
Sanji:
You feigned illness one day and waited for the crew to leave you alone aboard the ship before sneaking into the kitchen in your bathrobe and swapping it for Sanji’s apron, snapping a few pictures of yourself wearing it with nothing underneath. One, in particular, turned out quite well, with your tits popping out the top and your hand pulling the bottom half to the side to reveal your naked little slit. That’s the one Sanji keeps in the back of his wallet.
Ace:
It’s horrible, really. It’s disgusting. But when he’s away from you, there’s nothing that brings him more pleasure than that photograph he took of you naked on a beach somewhere, his hat on your head and sand in your hair, his cum on your pretty face while you smile up at him and laugh, his hand tilting your chin up. It’s not just how sexy it is, though. You just look so happy, so pretty, and so very his. The photograph serves as a reminder of how much you smile, how happy you get, when he fucks you, and it always leaves him grinning like a fool.
Sabo:
He was sitting sprawled on the small sofa in his bedroom, and you were kneeling between his knees, his pretty cock in your hands, your tongue on the head. He had one of his hands tangled in your hair, the other holding the camera. He’d been away for two whole months, and the two of you hadn’t left his room for three full days and nights. It was day two when he took that picture, fresh out of the shower. He’d never seen so many hickies on your skin, had not known just how long the two of you could go until then, and he was determined not to forget.
Law:
Law’s a simple man- kinky, but simple. When he found a photograph tucked into his hoodie one day, he didn’t realize what it was at first. There wasn’t a face, just a body, but after a second, he recognized that body. And he recognized the loose t-shirt covering it, sliding off one shoulder and breast, revealing a single pert nipple, a hickey beside it. And the way the hem rode up, he could see you weren’t wearing any panties, though he couldn’t see between your legs with his pillow stuffed between them. The love note scribbled on the back begging him to come home safe only cemented it as one of his most prized possessions.
Kid:
He has a couple on the wall in his workshop where anyone could see, though nobody but you, he, and Killer really go in there. By far his favorite one, though, is the first one he ever took, before he even pierced your nipples, before you had even decided to stay on his crew. You were naked on the deck of the Victoria Punk, not posing in a particularly scandalous way, just staring up at the moon while Kid documented your nudity for his own selfish desires. He’d pinned you to the deck and fucked you for the first time after that, and he had a little keepsake from it.
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one piece men + tits or ass? | nsfw
one piece guys and whether they prefer tits or ass. this progressively got dirtier and dirtier the more i wrote and u can probably tell who my favorite characters r from how i wrote everyone haha. (ᵕ—ᴗ—) pls heed the warnings and enjoy!
characters: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinesmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, trafalgar d. law
cw: lowercase, afab! reader, pervert! sanji, mention of suicide, cunnilingus, rimming, nasty! kid, virgin! loser! law,
monkey d. luffy
i think luffy would be an ass guy contrary to popular belief with other head cannons ive seen. sure the other girls have great chests but its the way u swing ur hips to brook’s songs that make the tips of ears burn. he’s pretty cheeky so u would have to keep an eye on him esp when ur wearing anything that accentuates ur backside. he would probably take advantage of his gum gum fruit and cop a feel even from longer distances too. overall he is not very discreet and would probably embarrass the two of u front of the crew. (move it to the bedroom!)
roronoa zoro
zoro is an ass guy. i think we all saw that coming. he’s someone who takes pride in his form as well as his physique and i think that goes for a potential partner as well. working out together and seeing u lift weights with the full force of ur thighs and glutes is quite the sight. now thats something he can admire. moss head will pop a boner if he stares too long but that’s okay bc his own sweaty muscles r calling ur name.
vinesmoke sanji
ugh sanji is such a titty loving loser. he adores ur chest and it doesn’t even matter what u wear. u could be wearing the thickest wool sweater and the guy’s line of sight would still fall to ur breasts. don’t get him wrong tho, he’s still a gentlman. just one that would absolutely get on his hands and knees and beg u to flash him. as the ship’s resident pervert he is always praising nami and robin for their choice of outfit and hoping u will join them in their skimpy fashion. even the slightest bit of cleavage or underboob would kill this man and he is every bit suicidal.
portgas d. ace
ace is undecided. he genuinely couldn’t choose even if u pointed a sea stone blade to his neck. too much woman to love. as someone who is shirtless w only shorts most of the time he can appreciate a partner who isn’t afraid to show a little skin. there is nothing hotter to him than seeing the way ur body peaks through the fabric, almost daring him to get a better look. low neck-lined tank tops and short shorts would get him fired up faster than his devil fruit.
sabo
sabo is a tits man. i also think he’s someone who loves to dress up their partner in the most beautiful gowns. the best part of the dress would be the corset. it’s a difficult piece of clothing, most commonly worn by aristocrats, yet he finds it alluring on u, especially the way it cinches ur waist in and puffs out ur breasts. silk and whalebone press into ur spine as sabo peppers ur collarbone w kisses. the hour glass figure molded into ur body is so ravishing he considers taking u right there.
eustass kid
this is an ass man r u kidding me. eustass kid is nasty. when he sees a baddie w a fattie he knows exactly what to do. he wants u bent over his knee and humping his thighs. he loves watching u squirm and seeing the jiggle in ur butt as u attempt to reposition urself. he will eat ur pussy out from the back to get what he claims is the ‘best view’ of ur behind and make sure to rim ur cute asshole too.
killer
if eustass kid is a nasty ass man, then killer is a soft titty man. im sure u guys wanted something heavy for him too but hear me out. the mask stays on. he is just too shy to show his face, even to u. to make him feel better u hitch up ur shirt and bra and flash ur perfect tits his way, turning his whole face red (not that u would know) he’s so gentle when he plays w them too, kneading them and ever so softly pinching ur nipples under his calloused fingers. maybe ur moans will convince him to lift up his mask and suck on ur nipples like they’re clearly begging him too.
trafalgar d. law
um law is just an awkward guy. he is a virgin loser who has never seen a woman naked and if u r the unfortunate soul who gets to be the first u better strap in. im going to say he’s a tits guy just for the reason that during ur first time u don’t get past each others pants. he’s way too caught up ogling ur chest and committing the flesh to memory. he’s seen breasts in textbooks obviously but this is nothing like the anatomy graphic. anyways yea u basically teach him to make out and he plays w ur boobs and probably jerks himself off to the thought of everything later.
☆how they hold you
— ft.Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Eustass Kid, Trafalgar Law
how they hold you A/N: based on this request. have a good meal.☆ CW: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff WC: 800
one piece masterlists. ☆ my ko-fi
Luffy’s hugs are alive.
Luffy is hugging you like he loves to live: he’s spontaneous, gentle, loving, and so warm. He’s never warning you, he’s just appearing from behind and wrapping his arms around you like an annoying yet fluffy koala. He’s always glued to you. If you’re eating, then you're on his lap. If you’re too far from him, he will use his devil fruit to wrap his arm around your waist and bring you closer to him. You’re a treasure. He’s carrying you as gently as he can with his hyperactive tendencies: on his back, bridal style, thrown over his shoulder, almost tied in his arms with his devil fruit. It doesn’t matter as long as he can feel your warmth and your scent. Even when he’s sleeping, he’s wrapped around you, holding you tight and muttering your name in his sleep between food stuff he wants to eat for breakfast. He always knows when you need a hug: it doesn’t matter if you’re feeling sad, happy, or angry. Luffy is so empathetic and his emotional intelligence is unbeatable; he knows what you need and will always be your provider.
— Luffy’s hugs are your shelter, your home, your safe place.
Zoro’s hugs are subtle.
Zoro isn’t really into PDA or physical touch. But when he holds you, you feel at peace - safe, loved. His arms are always gentle yet so firm, as if he were afraid to lose you. Most of the time, we will just let his fingers linger on your shoulder or wrap his arm around your waist for a second. If you want a real hug, you have to initiate it. But when the night comes on the Sunny, what he loves is to nap at his favorite place with your back pressed against his chest. He’s shielding you from the entire world if you need to as you both sleep peacefully – even though Zoro is always on alert, even more when his beloved is near to him.
— Zoro’s hugs are a shield, he’s a bodyguard that makes you forget about any tough day.
Sanji’s hugs are so soft and gentle.
He’s not just hugging you, he’s loving you. His hands are gently caressing your hair while he presses soft kisses on your forehead, nose, at the corner of your lips, along your jawline and your neck. His lips are the sweetest. His touch is delicate, as if you were a work of art, something precious he would never dare to hurt. He’s craving physical touch, he never misses his chance to touch you or hug you and will always be more than happy to indulge in your asking for a hug. Even when he’s cooking, he will let his fingers linger on your waist, press a kiss on your neck before getting back to his plates.
— Sanji’s hugs are cozy and so light-feathered, it puts your mind at peace
Kid’s hugs are unforeseeable.
He loves physical touch, but he’s not really into kindness. Whenever he’s cuddling you, you’re almost suffocating, his bulky bicep wrapped so tight around you that you’re begging for mercy. His hugs are possessive. Which means he’s not here to touch you gently, he wants you pressed against him as firmly as possible. Sure, he will throw you over his shoulder or carry you like you were trash, but he can’t help himself, it’s the perfect position to tap that ass. What he loves the most is not cuddles, but to carry you so he can keep you close to him. When you’re alone, he will help you remove your makeup and let you sit on his lap while he works. You’re like a comfortable silence before the beginning of the next storm. His life has always been storm after storm.
— Kid’s hugs are his way to say “I won’t let you down.”
His hugs are a gift.
Law struggles with PDA, intimacy, and physical touch. His hugs are furtive, quiet – his hand on the small of your back, his arm around your shoulder just for a second, his fingers interlace with yours while he’s reading something. Stolen moments along the day. What he likes the most is the safety of his bedroom or office, a place where he’s sure no one will watch or disturb his peace. The night, even if his insomnia keeps him awake, he will let you rest your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you until you fall asleep. He’s always leaving the bedroom once you’re asleep, but in the morning, strangely, he’s always back on the bed just before you open your eyes. What Law loves the most isn’t cuddles, but holding your hands and watching your fingers intertwined as a promise that you won’t disappear, that you won’t leave him. That for once, he will have the right to get his happy end.
— Law’s hugs means “Don’t leave me.”
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be mine?
summary: asking you to be their valentine
obviously, sanji puts a lot of thought into asking you to be his valentine. he goes all out on just asking and does so as early as societally acceptable.
zoro forgets what day it is and doesn’t ask you until the day of. he’s cutely sheepish about it and shows you a hint more of affection than usual.
luffy does not ask you if you’ll be his valentine; he tells you you’re going to be (not threatening).
using all the confidence he can muster, usopp shakily holds out a flower he grew for you when he asks. by his wobbly knees and sweaty body, you grant him mercy and happily accept.
franky asks but is very nonchalant about it. “it would be super awesome if you were my valentine, babe.” and then he does his pose.
nami expects you to ask her. and when you do she also expects you to pay her.
robin has never been anyone’s valentine so she ignores this holiday. when you ask her, she’s more than overjoyed to say yes.
even though ace does ask for assistance from marco, he does his best to go all out for you. you can tell it’s rehearsed, but he’s so charming, you have to say yes.
sabo goes the silly route and asks you at the end of a mission. he vows to crush your worst enemies for you in exchange for your heart.
law doesn’t think he needs to ask you until ikkaku rips one into him. he cuts his heart out of his chest using his devil fruit and offers it to you later.
eustass kid does not ask you to be his valentine. he says that’s stupid. later, however, you find a handmade gift on your bed side table.
shanks also forgets and drunkenly asks you on the day of. he’ll buy you expensive items to make up for it the next day.
valentine’s day is corazon’s favorite holiday so of course he’s put a lot of thought into just asking you. he’ll most likely set himself on fire trying to do something romantic, but it’s okay because he knows you’re there to take care of him after.
happy valentine’s day everyone! <3
