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.
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~
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!
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.
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 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
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.
— 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
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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.
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.
Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Eustass Kid, Killer, Trafalgar D. Water Law
Content Warnings: GN! Reader
Author's Note: Hehe these were warmups for Sabo, and if you can't tell I really like that blond man. Don't worry I am working on requests too!
Roronoa Zoro
Zoro is surprised when you sit in his lap. He didn’t think you’d be so casual about claiming his knees but he’s not going to push you away. If you’re sitting with him during meal time with the rest of the crew, he’ll probably wrap an arm around you and smile. He likes having his partner close to him. If you decide to sit on his lap while he’s taking a nap or something I think he would subconsciously pull you closer. The warmth of your body definitely feels good on his usually open chest. He secretly craves the skin contact anyways.
Vinsmoke Sanji
Sanji is overwhelmed when you sit in his lap. He’s overjoyed that you would be so comfortable around him that you would use him as a chair, however he’s also trying so hard to confine his nosebleed from running your clothes! If he can stable himself from keeping enough blood, he’ll be placing sweet kisses on the side of your head. He’ll take in your sweet scent too, admiring how fragrant and lovely you smell up close. I don’t think he’d be too touchy, in fear of making you uncomfortable, but he’d certainly be hesitant to let you go.
Portgas D. Ace
Ace is proud when you sit in his lap. Hell yeah! The second division commander loves physical touch, so anything that has to do with you touching him he’s on board! He probably asks you to sit on his lap all the time, or even when he’s riding Striker, although that can be a bit difficult. He loves it when you sit on him during feasts too, his favorite person plus food? He can also use your shoulder as a little pillow for when he inevitably falls victim to his own narcolepsy too!
Sabo
Sabo is comforted when you sit in his lap. Usually, he’s the one to lay down in your lap, but he also likes having you on top of him too. He especially enjoys when you play with his vest and coat buttons. Your gentle hands roaming his chest send butterflies to his stomach even after you’ve been dating for a while. Please sit facing his body and preen him, he just wants to kiss your face and watch you play with his hair. He’ll even let you wear his hat while you smoosh his cheeks together as long as you’re nice to him.
Eustass Kid
Kid is boastful when you sit in his lap. He knows that he's your throne and everyone else should know it too. To claim that he’s cocky is an understatement. You love your confident boyfriend though and his oversized metal hand that wraps around your waist to show his dominance too. He likes it when you sit on him in bars, because of course everyone in the Kid pirates knows you're his. His top priority is showing everyone on the Grandline who has the best partner.
Killer
Killer is smug when you sit in his lap. He doesn’t feel the need to outwardly gloat like his captain, but he likes having your cute little self on his knee. You’re a nice accessory on his hip. He’ll put a hand on your thigh and smile under his mask, happy that everyone who passes knows what's up between you two. Sometimes he’ll pull you into his lap while he’s waiting for food to cook in the kitchen. This has also led to stains on the back of your clothes, but it’s hard to care when your boyfriend has washboard abs.
Trafalgar D. Water Law
Law is flustered when you sit in his lap. He’s not really used to the presence, and usually sits with his legs crossed so in the rare opportunity that you get in his lap, he can be embarrassed. He easily loves it though, there is no better way to tell everyone that you're his by having you so close to him. He thinks it's nice that you like it when he reads to you this way too. You don’t even mind that he’s reading Sora comics, so expect nights full of warm blankets and Law’s reading glasses.
While I work on the match-ups have some more hcs abt our fav boys. Btw how do u guys feel abt repeating characters? I was trying to avoid doubling up matches but with over 50 of u unless Marine Fodder #78 wants to get some I think I might have used some ppl twice. Apologies for the inadequacies o(TヘTo)
Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Eustass Kid, Killer, Trafalgar D. Law
CW: GN! Reader, Alludes to sex, Boners, Biting, Virgin! Loser! Law
Edited: 6/29/25
Monkey D. Luffy
Luffy is enthusiastic when the two of you make out. He doesn't mind if there are other ppl around and would always try to seek you out during parties. Something abt the afterglow of a battle + being around his favorite ppl fires him up to wrap you up in his rubbery arms and kiss away your surprised gasps. Luffy usually tastes like meat, sweet barbecue sauce, and a hint of whatever tropical drink he was guzzling down prior.
His stretchy abilities easily allow him to feel closer than you then a normal body could. Coiling his arm around your waist multiple times like a statement belt only to pull you impossibly closer so he can shove his tongue deeper down your throat makes his head kinda light and eyelids heavy. Occasionally you explore his mouth too, but he always cheats and stretches his tongue forcing himself to take control.
Bonus: He has gotten carried away before and gotten you two tongue-tied. In his passion for open kisses, he found you struggling to pull away, panicked and wide-eyed as you pointed to the apparent knot between your tongues.
Roronoa Zoro
Zoro is a messy lover. When he gets his calloused hands on you he makes sure to hold your face as gently as he knows how. His lips are soft and he tastes strongly of sake and variations of cheaper booze. You could get drunk off his mouth from feeling and lingering alcohol together. His hands never stop cradling your face, he enjoys the soft moment of intimacy throughout so much violence in his life.
While he handles you with care, his tongue could be fighting you like a marine. Similar to his captain, he would much rather push himself into your mouth than have you take the lead. He also enjoys having you in his lap, while he rocks you back and forth. The motions of you rubbing his strong arms and chest while he loses himself in your lips may lead to something else up in the crow's nest.
Vinesmoke Sanji
Sanji prides himself on being a gentleman and yet all of his manners fly out the window when you push your tongue into his mouth. His facial hair tickles your face and sends tingling sensations to the rest of your body while his hands struggle to decide whether to rest on your waist or face. He tastes like mint, as his hygiene is impeccable, and pre-timeskip his upper lip may or may not have tasted like shaving cream.
The blond would gladly let you guide him through the motions as you move your tongues together. He would never brute force himself between your lips and adores how sweetly you place chaste kisses on the corners of his mouth before you reach him. he would love to keep you as close as possible, however even after a few minutes of making out your chef is going to need to sort out the growing tent in his pants.
Portgas D. Ace
I think Ace was shy at first and allowed you to take the reins due to his lack of experience. Not only would the makeout sesh be hot (haha) but sloppy too. Strings of saliva would fall from both your lips as you pant for air and Ace runs a hand through his messy hair. Blown out pupils stare at your mouth expectantly like a patient puppy waiting to be told he can have his treat.
In terms of taste he probably just tastes like his last meal and charred bits of food. Ace is going to be insatiable once you get him hooked on the feeling of your tongues intertwining and mouths moving against each other in ways that send sparks down his spine and into his shorts. I doubt he would mention his erection, but it's not like you can't exactly tell.
Sabo
Ugh. Sabo is a yapper and unfortunately not even making out can get him to shut up. Hot open-mouthed kisses pressed against his stupidly perfect lips would only lead to a cheeky smile and commentary on his luck. Sabo tastes like English breakfast tea, and while his appetite is almost as crazy as his brothers he often cleanses his palate with the hot beverage. While his arms circle your waist he makes sure to strip himself of his leather gloves if he hasn't already, wanting to feel your skin on his own.
You should be careful not to rile him up too much or he might burn your tongue. He hasn't had his devil fruit for long and deep emotion can easily set him off. Sabo enjoys making out best when you’re on top of him while he's lying down. During leisure moments in the Revolutionary army, he wants nothing more than to spend his days lazily sliding his tongue against yours and trying to memorize the cavern of your mouth.
Eustass Kid
Kid is the type to pat his lap while he spreads his legs and gestures for you to come sit. And I would absolutely fall for it every single time. Despite placing you on his knee the guy is 6'8 so I doubt you’re gonna be taller than him. Small kisses on his lipstick-clad lips only act to annoy him because you both know what he really wants from your mouth. When he finally gets bored of your games he decides to bite your lip and use your surprise to bring your open mouth to his own.
He has a lovely tongue piercing that sends a contrast of cold metallic steel whenever he runs it across the heat of your wet muscle. Sometimes he'll take his goggles off and let his bangs fall in front of his face, tickling your forehead in the process. While he is a rough lover, this is one of the few times when he lets his guard down and indulges himself in another. If you weren't wearing any lipstick beforehand he'll make sure you are by the end of this.
Killer
N/N: Killer wears a mask so you can't make out :(
Jk, I wouldn't be that mean to the 8 killer fans out there! If he does ever remove his mask and share something so personal like his own face with you, the first thing he wants to do is finally kiss and pirates aren't known to be the most self-restrained ppl so ofc your sweet kisses would lead into a steamy make-out session with the blond. For some reason, I can imagine this happening on the floor as both of you awkwardly stumble around on your knees until you fall into his lap.
As he gains more confidence he would move his hand behind your head to press you closer to him. He spent so long watching your lips grace everyone else in the crew with smiles and kisses on the cheek he can't seem to stop himself from wanting to reap all the times he should've taken you in his arms and he didn't. In terms of taste, unfortunately, due to his diet full of pasta, he will be tasting entirely like spaghetti.
Trafalgar D. Law
Law has watched movies and read books where people make out but acting out the scene himself? Entirely different playing field. He would be sitting uncomfortably on the edge of his bed as you stare up at him curiously. You've given each other quick pecks before (all that have led to wonderful wank bank material) but now it was time to get serious and fulfill a long time dream of his.
After hyping himself up for a few seconds he turns to you and you begin to crawl towards him on the bed. Finally making out for law is overwhelming, erotic, and kinda sweaty. He can't stop his palms from sweating and he doesn't want to weird you out by putting his damp hands on your body so he awkwardly keeps them by his side. He's already planning his escape to the bathroom after this encounter but it's worth it, especially bc the two of you are watching Sora, warrior of the sea: the germs of germa after this!
multiple one piece boys; fluff!! || where you like to [casually] touch your man || 1.2k
No matter what was going on or what he was wearing, Luffy always looked good— whether that be ‘cute’, ‘hot’, ‘handsome’, ‘pretty’ or some other flattering adjective— he was a looker. End of story. But you couldn’t help but especially love when his straw hat wasn’t on his head; watching his hair rest over his forehead or rustle with the wind always had you staring. It was an absolute pleasure to run your fingers through his black tresses to feel the softness, running your nails along his scalp to make him shiver with tingles and sigh in content. The first time, he fell asleep in your lap within seconds. He’d woken up with a plea to do it some more so he could actually bask in the feeling and from then on it was something he actively sought out. It felt so good, soothing, relaxing…whether it was just a passing ruffle or hours worth of head massaging, he adored it, and he adored you.
How could you not want to grab Sanji’s waist? He was the perfect prince charming with such a lean figure and a subtle hourglass cinch to his waist that was worth drooling over. And drool you did because goddamn, did your boyfriend deserve someone to lavish him with heart eyes and attention. You loooove to come up behind him and grip his waist, either resting there or giving it a good squeeze; it’s usually followed with a kiss anywhere you can reach, or kisses everywhere you can reach. The first time it ever happened, his nose bled like a popped vessel and he melted into your arms. Practically begged you to not let go. The action has him forever smiling and blushing, giving you reciprocal heart eyes (though that’s typical behavior when he’s around you anyway). His own hands will find yours, rubbing over your knuckles so intimate and sweet, voice a soft murmur as he gives you an adoring little ‘hi’ followed by whatever french nickname he has for you at that moment.
Zoro worked hard to obtain his level of strength and physique. You thought that dedication needed some praise: and no praise was better than feeling up those biceps. It was damn near a ritual when you slid your hands up his tanned arms, fingers dipping under the sleeves of the shirt he had on, curling around the defined and bulging muscle. Sometimes you squeezed once, sometimes you squeezed a few more, sometimes you let your nails gently sink into the skin before easing up. His ears turned red the very first time it happened, wide eyed and stunned, before he gave you his usual smirk. He’s so fucking smug when you do it now, lazy and lidded eyes watching, murmurs like ‘yeah? Like that flex?’ and other similar comments escaping him. He eats your admiration UP— but he’ll also let you see those genuine smiles and bashful looks every once in a while.
It’s your boyfriend’s fault for never wearing a shirt, and the rare times he does, Ace still has it open to show his toned chest. So, really, in your defensive opinion: he’s basically inviting you to feel him up. Which you do. Gladly. Anywhere, anytime— you slide your hands up and down his skin lazily, fingers mapping out the lines of muscles, entirely unabashed. When you first did so, he caught fire. Literally: hair ablaze, flames licking up his shoulders and blazing from his palms. He likes it a lot, maybe too much. Having you so open with your affection— your admiration, your infatuation, it’s so intoxicating in the best way. He feels so loved and seen. Even if he expects it now, he still gets all fuzzy inside and giddy, cheeks always coloring a pretty pink, but he also gives you a big grin and that lovely laugh of his.
Honestly, Sabo didn’t think anything of his looks most of the time. He knew he was considered fairly handsome and the scar over his left eye had never bothered him. But you? Ohhhhoho, you worship that man like the pretty thing he is. During quiet moments and/or downtime, your hands always- at least once in those time periods- find his handsome face; thumbs rubbing his cheeks, pointer finger mapping out all his features, grip gently curling around his jaw, tracing along his scar. He had a windows shut down moment and a whole system reboot when you first did so, stammering nonsense and staring dumbly. Now, there’s always an infatuated smile and a twinkle in his eyes to boot. He can’t get enough of the way you treat him, shown by his honeyed and sometimes endearingly cheeky murmurs during.
Your lovely boyfriend works too much and too hard. Law wouldn't know what self care was if he was given the textbook definition and a drawn diagram. So you take it upon yourself to not only take care of him but to show him some love. Like clockwork, every time you see him hunched over his desk (which is a lot), your hands find his shoulders; fingers getting a comfortable grip, massaging them, working out knots and tension…when they relax to a point you’re pleased with- and him, based on his small sighs- you slide down to his back to either rub soothingly or work your thumbs over any sore muscles. He’d like to say he was composed when it first happened, but the truth was, he completely melted into a puddle. It’s fifty-fifty on if he’ll keep working while you do so or abandon it entirely, but he will quietly express his gratitude and love for you, either way.
[longer bonus] Kid’s prosthetic arm was a source of pride and determination. It made him stronger, made him want to continue to get stronger, and he didn’t really give it any other mind past that. Until you got a hold of him. You couldn't explain it, but lavishing your soft touches to the metal was a favorite pastime of yours, whether intentional or subconsciously. Your fingers barely press down as you run them over the dips and edges of the prosthetic. Gentle, even if he couldn’t feel it. The first time (rather, the first time he noticed you doing it), he almost jerked away, unused to such affections in the early stages of your relationship…The thought of it, though, was…nice. After battling with himself for weeks, one quiet night, he finally asked you to run the motions of your fingers over his right arm, so he could actually feel it. So when you were stroking the metal limb, he could think back to how it felt, and know exactly the care you were giving him. The way your fingers gently roamed his skin made him shiver and sigh, almost reluctant to show vulnerability, but doing it anyway because…it was you. He was big and strong, like a damn tank, yet you showed him a gentleness he would’ve never known, had he not fallen for you. It was special, even if he struggled to admit any of it aloud. So now every time your hand finds his prosthetic, he’ll give you a softer look if in private or one of his smug little smirks in front of the others. He can feel it, in his mind, and it makes his heart flutter every. time.
DAY 8. blindfolds, impact play 🫀 | Eustass Kidd
Pairing(s): Eustass Kidd x reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience.
Synopsis: You only misbehave cause you know he'll fuck the attitude right out of you.
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Your captain is quite easy to rile up. Kidd is single-handedly the easiest man to rage-bait; even Killer often takes advantage of this. You love the man, but you love to annoy the shit out of him even more. You push his buttons in a way only you can, asking stupid questions or making comments that will for sure irk him.
“Do you ever wish you were taller?”
“Huh? The fuck do you mean, I'm taller than ya!” He looks at you as if you've just wished his dick fell off, and maybe that would have been better.
“Well, yeah, but you aren’t taller than Killer. You aren't even the second-tallest member in your own crew.”
You can hear Killer laughing behind his hand, not wanting to anger the redhead further.
“What the hell are ya talking about!” His face is beginning to match his hair.
“I'm just saying, wouldn’t you like to be taller?”
Killer had to step in, “Okay, lady. Maybe slow down before he blows up the entire ship.” He said as he pushed you out the door by your shoulders, “He’s a ticking time bomb... A small one at best, but a bomb nonetheless.”
“Come back here and say that to my face, motherfucker!” You can hear him losing his shit.
“What would you do if you were handier?” You were sitting on the metal table next to the one he was working on, swinging your feet back and forth, acting all innocent.
Kidd stopped working and turned to look at you. You could already see a vein popping out of his glabella behind the goggles, and when he took them off, you confirmed just how tender the spot you’ve poked was. “Handier?”
“Yeah, you know? If you could build complex things or fix them, what would you do?”
His mouth may be silent for the first couple of seconds, but his eyes say everything. He looked like he wanted to destroy the entire ship and rebuild it with his bare hands just to prove a point. His hands shake in anger, and his shoulders tense as he tries to stop himself from choking you, but then, an idea appears. He’ll show you exactly how handy he can be.
You are aware of how you ended up in this position. And while in the back of your head, you are high-fiving yourself. On the outside, tears soak the silk blindfold that’s over your lids, your brain is struggling to keep up with the pleasure and lack of oxygen, and the skin of your bottom is as red as Kidd’s lipstick.
"I'm sorry!" You cry as another spank hits against the raw skin of your ass.
"I don't give a fuck," he snarls.
"Kidd!"
"I thought I told ya to count. Want me to start over?"
"No! No, umm, fifteen?"
"Wrong!" Smack!
"Kidd, shit!"
"We are starting over, and this time I want ya to use yer dumb fucking head. Am I clear?"
You nod, a sob escaping your mouth.
Smack! "Answer me."
"Fuck! Yes, Kidd, yes."
"Good." And so, he continues.
Smack!
"One!"
Smack!
"Two!"
Smack!
"Three." You can barely speak. You can't stop shaking, and saliva drips down your chin.
"I can barely hear ya. Louder, woman!" His hand impacts the skin between your thigh and ass, your nerves sting, but you have never been wetter.
"Four!"
"Where's that audacity ya had moments ago, huh? Ya wanted to act like a bitch then I'll make you my bitch." Smack!
The torture continues for a while, until he feels he's satisfied with the art he's plastered on your skin and the amount of arousal that's covering his clothes. But don't be mistaken, he's nowhere done.
He pushes aside the lace of your panties and sees your wet cunt. Throbbing, soaked, clenching desperately around nothing, crying for nothing he can give. He smirks.
"Yer such a whore. Doing all this just to get yer hole filled." He dips his middle finger inside you with no warning.
You mewl, no mental capacity left.
Kidd may be a rough lover, but he never does more than you can take. He rubs your bottom, nursing the skin and making sure no real damage was done.
"Ya alright, lassie?"
You nod, but he isn't satisfied with this.
He grabs your face and squishes your cheeks between his fingers, then he pushes the blindfold up, looking for any signs of discomfort in your eyes, "Words?"
"I'm good."
He pushes the blindfold down again and pushes you back on your stomach. His arm pushes your legs open, and his fingers toy with the skin around your core, teasing you, until he decides you've had enough.
Smack!
You scream, "Kidd!"
His fingertips smack against your clitoris, taking you by surprise, your back arches, and your legs try closing up, but he's quicker. He pushes you, keeping you in place.
"Don't ya dare move, slut."
He continues the assault on your bundle of nerves; you are sure the entire ship is aware of your activities. His name and obscenities keep brewing out of your mouth, but little do you care when the rough skin of his palm rubs against your core.
His fingers now rub on your clit, harsh and merciless, your legs thrash around and try pulling you away from him, but his metal arm won't let you. Your climax comes rapidly and violently, juices squirting out of you and staining everywhere, your skin is on fire, your limbs cry in exhaustion, and you feel like you are about to pass out, but your boyfriend knows you can take more.
"Yer such a dirty little slut. Beg for my cock, tell me how much ya want it."
Measly whines and moans leave your mouth, "please, Kidd, please, please, please..."
Eustass manhandles you so your back is against his chest, feet on the bed, his hands on your hips. You can't see anything, but his cock is angry red, big, thick, and leaking from the tip down to his heavy balls. He slaps it against the wet folds of your cunt, making you whine from the overstimulation.
"Beg." He says in your ear.
"Please."
"Please, what? Say it." Another slap.
"Please, fuck me." You whisper.
"Louder!" He demands.
"Fuck me, Kidd!"
His cock reaches your cervix in one thrust, kicking against it and making you clench almost to the point of choking it. Both of you gasp, and you feel like you might black out. He gives you a second, only that before his tempo begins. His hands push you up and down his length with no regard, just looking to push more and more moans out of you, chasing his and your pleasure. He feels huge inside you, and you can barely believe he's able to fit every time.
"Fuck! Ya feel so fucking good, lass."
His groans and moans only make you cling harder around him. Kidd's a vocal lover; he'll scream, groan, moan, and say whatever the hell he feels like in bed, and it couldn't be hotter. Unless you are the rest of the crew and have to endure an hour or more of hearing him.
You can feel everything: the warmth of his chest skin, the coldness of his left arm, the roughness of his grip on your body, the shakiness of his breath against your neck.
Your limbs feel like giving up, but you simply can't, not when you are this close.
"It feels so fucking good!" You cry.
"Ya only misbehave cause ya know I'll fuck the attitude right outta ya. Ya love being my cock sleeve, can't live without my cock."
You nod fervently. Whatever he said, whatever he wants, you'll agree.
One of his hands slaps on your clit, "Say it!"
You're on the edge, "Kidd!"
Smack! "Say it, ya whore!"
"I love your cock!"
He smirks, but he won't let up, "and what else?"
"And I love being your cock slut!"
"Good girl."
Smack!
That's it. Your knees give up, and your legs loosen up; your body is sent down to the floor, but he's quicker to grab you, pushing you against him and securing you there. You can't stop trembling, your body is overheated and overstimulated, and your throat is completely dry. Your eyes can barely open when he takes off the blindfold and makes you look at him. Your captain is smiling, feeling pleased with himself, but not completely satisfied.
"Couldn't even wait for me to cum, huh?" He kisses you hard, then pulls on your lip, "but don't ya worry yer little head, I'm not done yet."
Boo! Greetings, my kinky mochis and welcome to my first Kinktober! I'm quite nervous, but also excited to be trying this challenge. I hope my writing can live up to your wildest fantasies. I’ve catered this list according to your requests (and my self-indulgence). I’ll try my best to complete every prompt and add more —keep in mind it won’t be every day, but mostly, since I must be realistic about my writing habits and want to deliver the very best. Feel free to join this event’s tag list by commenting on this post or any of the solo texts. I’ll also be implementing a personal tag for this event #mochi kinktober since I saw other creators do it. What day got you most excited? So, ready to go trick-or-treating?
DAY 1. handcuffs, orgasm control 🫀 | Sabo
DAY 2. degradation, semi-public, possessive sex 🫀 | Portgas D. Ace
DAY 3. cum licking, outdoor sex 🫀 | Monkey D. Luffy
DAY 4. praise kink, multiple orgasms, creampie 🫀 | Shanks
DAY 5. lingerie, mirror sex 🫀 | Black Leg Sanji
DAY 6. monster fucking, creampie 🫀 | Charlotte Katakuri
DAY 7. medical play, dacryphilia 🫀 | Trafalgar D. Water Law
DAY 8. blindfolds, impact play 🫀 | Eustass Kidd
DAY 9. breeding, daddy kink 🫀 | Roronoa Zoro
DAY 10. orgasm denial, kneeling, marking/biting 🫀 | Mihawk Dracule
DAY 13. fire play 🫀 | Portgas D. Ace
DAY 11. oral sex, overstimulation 🫀 | Monkey D. Luffy
DAY 12. dom/sub, sensory dep 🫀 | Sabo
DAY 14. spanking, brat taming, hair pulling 🫀 | Trafalgar D. Water Law
DAY 15. sex pollen, messy sex, threesome 🫀 | Roronoa Zoro & Black Leg Sanji
DAY 16. size difference, punishment, quiet sex 🫀 | Charlotte Katakuri
DAY 17. threesome, voyeurism 🫀 | Shanks & Mihawk Dracule
DAY 18. finger sucking, dildos 🫀 | Yamato
DAY 19. writer’s choice, double penetration 🫀 | Portgas D. Ace & Trafalgar D. Water Law
EXTRA DAYS. birthday sex, breeding/creampie 🫀 | Trafalgar D. Water Law
this is an obvious one, but when sanji falls, he falls hard, no matter who he's with. now when it comes to you, the first person he has experienced genuine true love AND who also reciprocated his feelings, sanji is all in. the way that he is passionately devoted to you from day one is something that not even robin or nami have ever seen. sanji loves so genuinely and purely, and the utter care he gives to your relationship is proof of that.
you fall first, but zoro falls harder.
who wouldn’t fall for roronoa zoro? the way that he works out on the deck, all sweaty and chiseled. not to mention how soft and kind he can be when he wants to. it was inevitable you ended up with a crush on him. when zoro realizes he reciprocates these feelings, you open his eyes to an emotion that has evaded him his whole life. he becomes softer, more eager to let loose and enjoy life, knowing he has you by his side.
when it comes to luffy, you fall first and then fall equally as hard.
luffy is irresistible. his pure heart and the happiness he brings to others drive you completely insane; you were bound to fall in love. like zoro, luffy is unfamiliar with the feeling of love and has trouble understanding it when it comes to you. but like any adventure, luffy is always ready to trek the unknown. and as unpredictable as he is, love with luffy is a never-ending surprise.
usopp falls first and harder.
to be frank, love with usopp is riddled with insecurity and angst. it was a huge surprise to him that you even reciprocated his feelings, so he treads lightly when it comes to your relationship. you see right through usopp’s lies, too, so he’s especially vulnerable with you. the way that you understand and know usopp is so genuine that he can’t help but fall even more in love with you than he already is.
you fall first, but nami falls harder.
nami is reluctant to feel any sort of romantic feelings, so it was difficult to tell if she even liked you back. the beginning stages of your relationship start off slow. she’s not eager to let her walls down, but once you show her loyalty and gentleness, nami starts to let you in. she would never say this, but the vulnerability she feels with you reminds her of bellemere. it makes her so scared, but so eager to jump into it with you.
robin falls first, but you fall harder.
robin may fall first, but she could take that secret to the grave if she chose to. you’ll confess first and reveal an entirely different woman than the one you fell for. her genuine charm and wit are admirable on the average day, but paired with her quirky awkwardness? it’s enough to make you fall head over heels. that’s the best thing about robin: no matter what side of her you get, you can’t help falling in love anyway.
you fall first, but franky falls harder.
franky has undeniable charm and charisma; his silky smooth tongue is enough to have anyone hooked. coupled with his smoking bod, it was inevitable that you would fall for him. now, franky isn’t a man who can be tied down, but if you happen to earn his affection, it feels like his charm is cranked up a hundred notches. franky isn’t quick to love or show any vulnerability, so when he does, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. the way he speaks to you is as smooth as butter and has you blushing harder than you ever thought possible. he treats you like royalty, with a deep, devoted loyalty that only a special few get to see.
ace falls first and harder.
ace is one of the biggest sluts on the grand line. he gets insane play, but is also fiercely loyal to anyone who has his heart. so once he’s fixated on you, there is nothing in the world that could change his mind. as good of a flirt as he is, ace can become pathetic pretty quick. he’ll ask you on dates and beg for your affection any chance he gets. but once he figures out you like him back? gods wish they could experience that type of devotion. ace would die for those he loves, and his love envelopes you so tightly that it’s impossible to resist.
sabo falls first, but you fall harder.
unfortunately, sabo is another grand line slut. he has crushes often, and they are almost always reciprocated. so when he makes his crush on you known, he expects you to feel the same way. you do, obviously. but you don’t expect how stuck up and conceited he is about it. it’s stupidly charming and makes you want him even more. but the more you get to know him, you realize how deep sabo’s passion and loyalty run.
law falls first and harder.
if it’s not obvious by his devotion to corazon, law is another man encaptured by passion. he loves so deeply that he’s willing to lock it all inside and keep it to himself forever. but it’s pretty obvious to everyone else that he has a huge crush on you. when you reciprocate those feelings, law can feel himself falling for you more and more. especially when you accept all his nerdy quirks that could be seen as off-putting or strange to outsiders. if it’s also not obvious by his crew, law chooses those around him based on how much comfort and emotional support they bring him. when you not only offer that, but a reciprocated emotional connection, he can’t help but fall in love.
you fall first, but kid falls harder.
kid is too sexy not to have a crush on. it seems almost juvenile to have a crush on a man like kid; he’s reckless and basically insane. however, kid’s secret softness topples those ideals. anyone rarely gets to truly experience the love and compassion of eustass kid, but when you do, it solidifies your crush almost instantaneously. and on his side, once kid shows you just how much he cares about you, he is completely aware of his feelings for you. actually, he’s actively trying to deny them to anyone who notices, far too embarrassed to admit how he feels.
shanks falls first, but you fall harder.
shanks falls in love extremely easily. he’s basically an older version of sanji. he flirts, he puts himself out there, he has one-night stands with both men and women all the damn time. it’s difficult to resist shanks’ charm, which you learn very quickly. much like sanji, shanks will be honest about how he feels from the start, but given his reputation, you have a hard time taking him seriously. but once you see past his sleezy, playboy attitude, it’s nearly impossible not to fall in love with him.
you fall first, but corazon falls harder.
given that cora was a high-up executive in the donquixote family who barely acknowledged his own brother, you didn’t think he knew you existed. that being said, when he finally gets you alone and reveals that he can talk, his goofiness allures you even more. cora letting you in is a huge risk to his plan, but when you not only agree to keep his secret, but offer to join him, his heart melts. you learn about his kindness and compassion, and welcome it with open arms in a way he had never known. it was inevitable that he fell head over heels for you.
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