olruggio as your lover ⋆˚࿔ may be slightly!ooc (gn!reader, hcs)
for someone with such a rough tone, olruggio can be a sweet talker when drunk, constantly complimenting your eyes and your pretty smile whenever he's under the influence. qifrey once walked in on him twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers with the most lovestruck grin on his face—olruggio couldn't face him the next day when he came down for breakfast.
olruggio's hands are thick and strong from years spent tinkering with metals and new inventions. his fingers are usually adorned with an assortment of rings, the cold metal contrasting with his warm palms every time he laces his hands with yours.
olruggio is a living, walking heater. true to his specialty, it's as if heat never ceases to emanate from his body, making him the perfect human heating pad to cling onto.
this man has a snoring habit. not the obnoxiously loud kind, but the type that would have you waking up every now and then. fortunately, he makes up for it with his irresistible body heat.
his love language is gift-giving—he often fashions matching jewelry for you as a pasttime, whether it be rings that fit like puzzle pieces or necklaces with twin crystal halves. when stressed, he tends to rub his half of the piece, his thumb resting on the grooves that speak of his love for you.
the simple act of sleeping with you never fails to leave him at peace—all worries of unfinished commissions and nagging patrons seem to vanish whenever he tucks your head into his chest, the rhythmic sound of your breathing a sweet lullaby that whisks him off to dreamland.
he never stops reminding you to eat well, to get enough sleep, and to stretch every once in a while—even though he can barely do the same for himself. drag him along so he won't fall asleep at his worktable, will you?
— nervously clicks the post button... hello wha fandom... i know this deviates from my usual haikyuu posts but a friend finally got me into it, and boy did i fall in love with shirahama's work. also, i can't stop thinking of olly's yokshire accent. i noticed that there's been a shortage of fics for him on tumblr so here is my humble contribution!
✧ day 1 & 2 || prompt(s): first love & rainy day || @swoon-june 2026
✧ pairing: olruggio x reader (gender-neutral)
✧ tags: fluff, domestic, established relationship, childhood friends, friends to lovers, first love
✧ word count: 398
✧ links: my swoon june 2026 masterlist || ao3
"Well~ what about you, y/n? Who was your first love?"
Tetia sits across the dining table from you, her eyes glittering with curiosity, her chin resting cozily in her hands. The corner of your mouth twitches.
We really don't need to talk about that.
"Ah, you know… it was so long ago, I couldn't say, really."
Breakfast at Qifrey's atelier rarely went by without incident. Whether it's Coco causing a ruckus in the kitchen, Agott telling her off for the aforementioned ruckus, or Richeh further provoking them with some cute crystalline spell, there was always some manner of wacky conversation occurring at the same time. Unfortunately for you, the topic this particular morning had somehow turned to discussing the adult witches' childhood crushes, and the girls weren't about to take no for an answer.
Rain patters on the windows, accentuating the silence that had followed your wishy-washy response. Tetia's eyes narrow in clear suspicion, and you quickly dart your eyes away from her.
How Qifrey and Olruggio escaped this round of questioning unscathed is beyond you.
The problem is not that you don't recall the answer.
The problem is that the answer is sitting across the room from you.
You steal a glance.
Olruggio looks exhausted.
His eyes have those telltale shadows under them, the ones that give away yet another night's sleep lost to work. You suppress a sigh. No amount of nagging him to get to bed will ever get through to that man.
As if he could sense your presence, Olruggio looks up from his tea. The corners of his lips tug upwards, his gaze knowing (and mocking), and you instinctively respond by pulling a silly face.
Right.
Your first love.
You'd spent so many years thinking of Olruggio as your best friend that it was always hard to pin down the moment you realized you were head over heels. It hadn't been clear to you as children or teens, but by the time you two had reunited at the atelier, your heart had quietly made up its mind.
Across the way, Olruggio's eyes, still locked on to you, soften. There's a small, familiar smile forming on his lips, although in true Olruggio fashion, he quickly brushes away his feelings with his sleeve, and returns to his tea with a flustered grumble.
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Soaked to the Bone (Qifrey x Reader x Olruggio Fic)
Summary: Reader is in a polyamorous relationship with Qifrey and Olruggio but has a habit that keeps driving them insane - going out in the rain and coming back completely soaked. Eventually they decide enough is enough and devise an alternative.
Reader is gender neutral. This fic is a bit spicy in certain places, but it's mostly just fluff lmao. This is also my first Witch Hat Atelier fanfic, so please excuse any inaccuracies!
Sidenote, but I'm also wondering about writing a prequel fic for this about how the Reader, Qifrey and Olruggio all got together in the first place. Would anyone want that?
While both of your partners, Qifrey and Olruggio, love you to death… you really do confuse them sometimes. You had all been apprentices together, and after you came to live at the Atelier to help protect and mentor Coco, it wasn't long before you all developed deeper feelings for one another. Thanks to a bit of meddling from the girls, you all got together and started a polyamorous relationship. You adored them, and the apprentices, and they all adored you, though you do have a habit that completely baffles the others.
Whenever it rained or snowed you, without fail, would go outside to sit and enjoy the weather. You'd come inside hours late, absolutely soaked to the bone and often shivering, and yet you did it constantly.
It's a habit that, quite frankly, baffles everyone. You say that you just enjoy the wet weather despite nearly catching your death of cold for the 3rd time this week, giving your partners, and some of the apprentices, minor panic attacks in the process. Qifrey, rather infamously, does not like getting wet, and Olruggio has started wearing his link rings around the house whenever the sky gets even a little bit dark. He complains every time he has to dry you off, of course. It's a good thing that they're so respectful because they probably would have locked you inside if it began to drizzle by now.
Though, while it is a very irksome habit, both Qifrey and Olruggio had to admit that it did have its benefits. Something about seeing you disheveled and drenched in rain was… oddly attractive. Your hair soaked and clinging to your forehead, your clothes wet and sticking to your skin in a mesermizing way… they'd probably rather die than admit it, but you did look stunning whenever they finally managed to bring you indoors.
This latest time, you had snuck out in the dead of night after the girls were asleep, watching as the light emanating from your bedroom cast its glow on every raindrop that fell. There were many reasons why you loved the rain, but it's beauty was probably the main thing that drew you to it. Plus, the world itself always seems to slow down and stop for a minute when it rains - farmers stop tilling their fields, the ordinary hustle and bustle of the outdoors stops and everyone locks themselves inside for a cozy day in, leaving you to enjoy the quiet beauty in peace. Watching the rain at nighttime was especially pleasant. It felt like you were finally granted some peace and quiet after a long day of worry and teaching the girls. As much as you absolutely adore them, they can be quite the handful-
"(Y/N), don't tell me your outside at this time!" You hear Qifrey's voice ring out from your window, breaking your quiet concentration.
Looking back into your room, you see Qifrey holding a floatglow lamp in one hand as the other props open your curtains. It seems that he respectfully closed your bedroom door behind him when you enter, probably after looking around the house for you before realizing that it was still raining.
"What are you thinking sitting outside in the rain at this hour?" He scolds, offering you his hand, "Come in, you'll die out there if you're not careful!"
A fond smile crosses your face as you take his hand, feeling his wince slightly at how cold and wet you are, before he pulls you back inside. You're not even sure how long you were out there, but it must have been a while because you are absolutely soaked. And were you always shivering? You didn't notice it when you were outdoors.
Qifrey sighs and walks towards your bed - apparently, when he realized that you had been outside, he had already prepared some fresh towels for you. Such a gentleman… even when he's clearly frustrated with you. He pats your head down with the towel before wrapping it around your shoulders, then taking your head and leading you away.
"We must take you to Olruggio. You must be freezing." He says as he guides you towards Olly's room, "If you keep overworking him like this, he'll stop helping you eventually, you know?"
"And then I'll catch my death of cold?" You tease, only to sober up when Qifrey's head snaps back towards you.
"Yes. And we can't have that, my love… I wouldn't make it if you did."
Despite the ever-present chill you were feeling, you can feel your cheeks flushing. For as romantic as he can be, Qifrey is still a deeply secretive man. Such vulnerable confessions from him are rare, and it makes your heart skip a beat.
By now Qifrey had knocked on Olruggio's door and politely let you both in, catching Olruggio's attention. His head shoots up from his work desk as he leans over to look at you.
"Don't tell me-" He begins before seeing you standing there, absolutely drenched and dripping onto his glowstone path tiles, "Oh, for hell's sake."
Despite his obvious irritation, he's immediately by your side and activating his link rings, leaving you nice and dry. Still, you know that you're in for the scolding of a lifetime, especially since both of your partners are here. Olly's face pulls back in an angry grimace as he looks you in the eye, his voice stern.
"When are you going to stop doing this, love!? I can't keep drying you off after every stupid attempt on your own life like this! Either you stop this little habit or you'll die when I'm not here to help you!"
"It's already dangerous to be going outside in the cold rain, but to do it at the coldest time of night is particularly deadly." Qifrey adds, gentler than Olly but still just as stern, "Really, you must stop doing this."
"If you keep tempting death like this, someday he'll actually come around." Olruggio scolds, his voice a little softer now, "So just stop doing it, ya here?"
You hang your head in shame, probably looking for all the world like a guilty brushbug that got caught trying to steal a cookie. You try to find the words, but nothing seems good enough. And now that you're all warm and dry, your face begins to flush red with shame. The boys soften a bit as they see your current state. Qifrey gently takes your hand.
"What do you like so much about the rain, love? Perhaps we can find an alternative habit that's less dangerous."
"Well, it's very pretty… but I also really like the quiet. Everything kind of stops when it rains, and at night, so it's comforting after a long busy day. It's like a quiet respite from everything, albeit a rather wet one." You smile a bit to yourself at your attempted joke near the end, which makes Qifrey and Olruggio relax a bit.
"If that's what you're needing…" Olruggio begins, "You could always just come to me. Most of the girls don't bother me in here, and it's plenty quiet." He looks away a bit and blushed, "Besides, I'd be happy to have ya."
Both you and Qifrey laugh a bit at his flustered state, before Qifrey says, "And the same offer goes for me, too, love! I can't always promise that one of the girls won't interrupt us, but I'll make it as peaceful as I can."
Their sincerity makes you chuckle as much as it makes you blush, and you look down at your feet, suddenly feeling bashful.
"I would love that."
Qifrey and Olruggio both breathe sighs of relief, and Olly awkwardly rubs the back of his neck as he looks up towards his work desk.
"You both can hang out in here for a bit now, if ya want. My work does get a bit lonely this time of night."
You all agree and before you know it, you're relaxing on Olruggio's bed as he works, chatting idly while sipping tea. Qifrey is slotted against your back, his arms around your waist as his head rests comfortably against your neck. It's a cozy, though somewhat flustering, position to be in, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
Still, you can't stop thinking about how much trouble you've caused them both. Particularly Olruggio, since he does have to dry you off constantly. Your hear sinks into your chest as you realize how much you've been overworking him, so you slip out of Qifrey's arms for just a moment. Walking over to Olruggio, you place your hands on his shoulders and learn over his back, startling him out of his work.
"Hey Olruggio," You say as you lean over to press a kiss to his neck, "Thank you."
It was just meant to be a guesture of thanks, but it nearly sends Olruggio into a coma. The feeling of your pressed against his back, your lips on his neck and your sweet voice in his ear - he blushes harder than you'd ever seen before, stuttering as he tries to come up with a response but, for once, his mind is drawing a blank. All he can think about is you - in fact, that moment would stick in his mind for the next month or so.
You're surprised at the effect that has on him, but Qifrey only chuckles behind you and comes to wrap his arms around you again.
"And where's my kiss, (Y/N)?"
Without hesitation, you place a gentle hand on his cheek and bring his lips to yours in a sweet, intimate kiss.
By now Olruggio has spun around in his chair, only to see you both kissing, and he feels like his heart may flatline at any moment.
"You two will be the death of me…" He grumbles, bashfully but undoubetdly affectionate.
Your senses slowly return to you as rays of sunlight penetrate your eyes. You stretch out your limbs, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. However, as if sensing the movement, Olly clings closer to you, tucking his head onto your shoulder.
He murmurs, “What time is it?”
“Too early for you. Go back to sleep.” You nudge him to try to get him to loosen up his grip but he only hums in response.
He lets out an annoyed whine, “Stop movin’.”
You try to wiggle away yet your energy drains very quickly — you end up not making any progress. “You know, for someone who rarely exercises your grip is pretty strong…” You comment, finally accepting your fate.
“...Insulting me isn’t doing you any favors.”
“Worth a shot.” You don’t get out of bed until you hear his breathing slow down.
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You’re lounging in the living room when you’re greeted with Tetia rounding the corner, flinging around a hairbrush.
“Master! Master!” She calls out. “Can you help me?” The girl points at her tangled hair.
You motion for her to come over, taking the brush from her hand as she settles in front of you. “What happened? Don’t you usually get Richeh to help you?”
Tetia shakes her hair violently. “Richeh wasn’t being much help, she kept tugging at my hair.”
You comb your hands through her hair, feeling out any particularly tangled knots. “Are you alright?”
She lets a small pout form on her face. “I’ll be fine but it still hurts!”
“Best to not be too mad at her, alright? It was probably a mistake.” You remind softly, brushing out the ends of her hair.
“No promises!” The girl says playfully.
You decide to switch up the topic. “Speaking of the others, how’s Coco doing? Qifrey said the few of you ran into danger a while ago at Kahln.”
Tetia lowers her head at the mention of such. She fidgets with her hands in her lap. “She’s doing good.”
You gently tilt her head upwards to avoid any unnecessary tension while brushing it. “Judging from your reaction, something’s still troubling you.”
She whispers, “I… I said some things I regret to her… I apologized yet I still feel guilty about it.” The girl adds on, “She was so nice about it too…”
You see Tetia grip at her gown in frustration.
You pass the brush through the last strands of her hair, placing it on the arm of the sofa, resting a hand on top of her head.
“It’s normal to feel that way, guilt has a weird way of doing that.” She angles her head back at you. “It’s best to not let it linger in your consciousness, otherwise you’ll never be able to move on.”
Tetia leans over, tucking her knees into her chest. “I don’t know what to do… everytime I think about it or even her, I just feel more ashamed of myself.”
“Coco loves magic, right?” You say. She nods hesitantly in response. “How about you make a spell for her?”
The girl shrivels out of her ball, leaning back against your legs. “Making your own spells is your dream, no? Why not start with Coco?”
Her eyes widen in revelation. “That could work,” she mumbles.
You lift up two tuffs of hair, mimicking her pigtails. “Now that you have your plans for today, let’s get your hair finished up.”
Tetia gets up, abruptly, scurrying out of the room. “I’ll get some hair ties from my room, be right back!” She yells out. You let out a chuckle at her antics.
Qifrey conveniently makes his way into the living room as she leaves, holding a mug that he sets down on the coffee table.
“How long have you been there?” You ask.
“Long enough.”
He lifts your chin up with an index finger and leans over to kiss you. When he pulls away, he rests a hand on your knee to steady himself.
“Any plans for today?” He questions.
“Sleeping, eating, that’s about it.”
“How productive.”
“I know.”
“Well then, want to help me clean?”
You shrug, “Sure.”
Tetia barges back into the room before he can get another word in.
“Master! I got the hair ties-“ she stares at the two of you in suspicion for a good while.
“Why are you looking at us like that,” Qifrey asks, “we didn’t even do anything?“
“Shoo!” Tetia nudges Qifrey away from you and gives you the hair ties. You tie up her pigtails as Qifrey stands to the side awestruck. The girl runs off with a “thank you.”
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Following a mini clean up session and a hearty lunch, Qifrey leaves you to your own business as he holds a lesson for the girls.
You end up taking a walk around the atelier. First, you stop by the garden to see if any herbs or vegetables are ready for harvesting. Finding no ripe goodies, you decide to fly around the area to see if any wild plants are fit for dinner.
As you pass by a patch of kettlegourds, a familiar winged companion of yours drifts near your presence. Deactivating your sylph shoes, you allow Voy to perch on your arm. In its break holds a couple envelopes from various senders.
You pluck them out of Voy’s mouth, tucking them into a small bag. It flies off after a few pets.
Continuing your ingredient search, you stumble upon rotten, half eaten dewberries — which you could technically eat if you used a repetition seal to restore them. You decide not to bother with picking them, rather opting to settle for something more savory.
An hour of pouncing and scavenging around the plains is subsequently followed by a trip to town. You were a bit disappointed with the outcome. Was it supposed to be a walk? Well, yes, but some free groceries would’ve been nice too. You buy carapace yams and halfmoon legumes then head home.
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The living room is empty when you return — they must’ve retreated to their rooms for independent studying.
You go through the usual procedure of cooking the yams; charring them over a fire and scooping out the insides. You mash up and blend them up to make a starchy soup. After you transfer the soup base into a pot, you grate a block of cheese on the side and chop up bacon for the toppings.
As soon as the smell of bacon fills the house, Richeh enters the kitchen. She tries to take a peek into the pot, though fails due to it being out of reach.
She tugs at your sleeve. “What are you making?”
“Creamy carapace yam soup.”
Richeh lets out a peeved sigh, “I’m tired of soup.”
“Yes, but we won’t have to eat this one for a whole week.” You toss the sizzling bacon. “Plus, you can however much meat you want so it doesn’t taste like or feel like soup.”
Her eyes sparkle at the comment, “Really!? You mean it?”
You nod in response. She pumps her arms in the air in victory, “I’ll eat all the soup then!”
A chuckle escapes your mouth at her enthusiasm. Richeh takes a seat at the table, kicking her feet in impatience. Occasionally, you glance at her, noticing her playing with something with her hands. You choose not to comment on it.
Sometime between preparing the legumes and sauteing them, Olly hobbles his way to the kitchen. His hair is disheveled in a way that tells you he most definitely slept all day.
He lets out a garbled groan, “What time is it?”
“Time for you to eat supper,” you remark.
His movements freeze in shock. “Are you serious…?”
“Yes?”
Olruggio starts gripping his head in panic. “I was supposed to wake up at lunch and finish my contraption…! I have no time, my deadline is tomorrow.”
He silently shrieks on the way back to his room. You huff out an exasperated sigh.
Soon afterwards, Richeh makes up her mind and makes her way over to your side. You lower the flame and turn your attention to her.
She extends her hand out to you, dropping an object into your palm. It's smooth and cool to the touch, dawning a light blue color. On closer inspection, it’s a mini figurine.
“I made one of Coco.” She looks away, a bit bashful. “Now everybody has one.”
Earlier on, Richeh had started experimenting with sculpting with her crystal ribbons. She made it her goal to make sculptures of people within the atelier, gifting you them after she’s finished — currently, they reside on a shelf in your room. You suggested moving them to the living room so everyone could appreciate their cute complexions, but she strongly refuted that idea.
“It’s beautiful,” you compliment. “I’ll put it with the others, thank you Richeh.”
Her cheeks warm up at the praise. “It’s nothing,” she says. “I’m… going to go back to my room. Let me know when dinner’s ready.”
“Of course.” You watch as she darts off.
Turning up the heat once more, adding a sliver of butter, stirring it in until it fully melts. Following that you add a heapful of garlic, cooking it until fragrant. Lastly, you season with salt and pepper among other species and top it all off with a squeeze of lemon.
Halfway through transferring the greens onto a plate, a large bang rings in your ears, with Qifrey partially crashing into the kitchen, looking equally as tousled as Olly was. You nearly lose your grip on the pan because of it.
“I overslept! I need to make dinner-” he pauses mid sentence at your presence. “Oh.”
You tease, “You didn’t smell anything?”
“Guess not,” he says, ruffling the back of his head in embarrassment. “Do you need any help?”
“No. Now go before you raise your blood pressure anymore.” You chase him away from the stove but he still hovers nearby.
“Are you sure? I feel bad making you do everything.”
“You make most, if not all, our meals, Qi.”
“Still,” he responds, stubbornly.
“Here,” you place the figure into his hand. “If you want to do something, put this in my room and tell the girls dinner’s ready.”
Qifrey pinches the object between his thumb and index finger, raising it towards the overhead light, getting a better look at it. “Richeh made another one?”
“Yeah. Isn’t it cute?”
“Just like the others.” He rotates the crystal in the palm of his hand absentmindedly, yet you can still tell his attention is focused on you.
You let him send a few glances your way then ultimately drive him away with kicks to his foot. “Okay, now stop stalling and go.”
“Ow, okay okay!” He exclaims, finally scampering away.
By the time everyone’s gathered at the table, everything is plated and ready to be eaten — along with a reserved portion for Olly, of course.
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A/N: ahhhh i feel like i’ve been lowkey inactive on tumblr but thank yall sm for 112 followers 🥹🫶🫶 didn’t really expect this much attention when starting this blog so thank you from the bottom of my heart!!
Featured characters: //Secondary Set// Ben Beckman - 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 Red Haired Pirates) - Kyros of Dressrossa x gn reader
Description: Improper use of Devil Fruit powers, Haki, and other tools~
Rating: 18+
Word count: 1600 / ~150 per character
WARNINGS: | gender neutral reader | all the sex, just all of it | object play/insertion | bondage | human-beast forms | power imbalance | temperature and other element play | knife play | semi public | size kink | pervy shit | bdsm |
//Primary Set// //Villain Set//
Benn Beckman
Someone as suave as him has definitely tried most everything. With Benn? Probably twice. Nothing surprises him, nothing scares him. Anything you want to try with him, he’ll smirk and ask if you’re sure. If you remember your safe word. But this half drunken request? This got a raised brow. Yet, he had you strip and lay back on the bed. He made you watch as he cleaned his gun, rubbing the rifle slow and teasingly as he stared at you. When he was satisfied, he stood, bringing it with him onto the bed and setting the end between your legs. He manhandled your thigh in one hand, twisting and lifting you until the smooth wood and metal touched your most sensitive place. He easily moved both you and the gun to stimulate you, slowly at first. Then he made you cum on it. Dizzy with the forbidden and fucked up nature of it all, you were putty in his hands when he climbed onto you to have his turn.
Reiju Vinsmoke
The poison princess doesn’t have the easiest home life, so you are her lifeline, her hope. For as much as strength and invulnerability is something she strives for - to project anyway - in bed she often wants things softer, sweeter, comforting. On the days she’s wanting more though? She’ll drain your soul with her eagerness. Sometimes she needs to be dominant and take control, to test your trust and release her pent up emotions. If you want to be rough with her? Go ahead, her body can take literally anything you throw at her. On particularly raunchy nights, maybe she’ll tease about bringing in a few Germa soldiers to liven things up. Careful not to joke too much, they may be clone soldiers, but as it’s seen with the Vinsmokes, they’re men after all - lust can’t fully be removed from their dna.
Thatch
He loves cooking, and he loves you. And he loves spoiling you with your favourite foods. He makes sure you eat enough to keep up with your training and work on the crew, often insisting on seconds or dessert. And as you gain, muscle or weight or both, he’s even more obsessed with you. He has to hide his hard on when he sees your shirt ride up a bit to give a glimpse of your belly. In bed, he’s insatiable with your body, kissing and holding you endlessly as you fuck. And having the key to the pantry comes with other benefits, such as taking a bit of chocolate to melt on your chest, or syrup to lick off your skin. If you call him out on his fetishes and kinks, he’ll just fuck you until you can’t walk in punishment, smirking about how you love him anyway. He’ll fill your belly with good food and then with him. Quit complaining, okay~
X Drake
He’s a simp and a simple man. Everything you do is so precious and alluring. It drives his instincts wild - protection, affection, possession. He’s terrified to use his Zoan fruit with you, of course he’d hate himself if you got so much as a scratch. But if you insist? How the hell is he supposed to resist you begging for his dick? He sets strict rules, has an emergency kit on standby. Meanwhile, his care is just making you love him more - and amping up the anticipation. He starts with his half Zoan form, carefully having prepped you before pushing inside with this thicker cock. It’s nirvana for both of you. When he finally is persuaded to go full zoan and let you play with his enormous dick? Best have a shower ready and no plans for tomorrow - watching your little human body all over his cock like that, trying to take just the tip inside? He’ll turn back into his human size just to fuck you senseless.
Perona
Your rose haired lover is pushy, demanding, even manipulative when she wants something. Never more than when she wants you. She’s impatient, and has been known to use her negative hollow ghosts to utterly distract you from your work. She drags you back to your room and into bed, comforting you with her naked chest until you feel better. Her moods are unpredictable as to what she prefers - ordering you around and making you do all the work, making you lay back and take whatever she wants to get from you, or being the ultimate brat when you take the lead. If you’re a pushover, she won’t let you leave the bed until you’re both utterly exhausted (before demanding you go get some food from the kitchen, naturally.) But if you hold firm, she’ll definitely use such dirty tricks on you more often to get her way. Her ghosts are always ready to be released, after all.
Brook
Your boyfriend is a freak. He’s nasty and pervy and kinky and you know this. Once he finally gives in to the fact that he loves you, that you most definitely love him, and that you know how to make sex work? He’s insatiable, wanting to try everything. Every possible position, every kink, every fantasy. He’ll play a cheerful song for the crew and then come over and whisper to you, asking whether you’ve thought about the latest crazy thing he wants to try in the bedroom. Using his fingers inside you is unlike anything else, feeling every ridge and knob of his bones. Finding odd attachments for the strap (the tentacle one is still his favourite). He’s up to finding inappropriate uses for just about anything if he gets to watch your body using it. And finding inappropriate uses for his own body? Nothing beats it.
Jinbe
Having a human for a lover has always made him a little nervous. You’re just so small. Kissing is a careful thing with his tusks, his hugs are measured, laying beside one another is only for when he’s awake just in case he were to crush you. He keeps you on his chest and belly, making a nest of blankets on either side of him to keep you both comfortable. But secretly, he is obsessed with the size difference. Everything about him is big, including his cock. It’s worrisome thinking about hurting you, but damn if it isn’t the sexiest thing he’s ever seen to watch you struggle and finally manage to take him inside. The mess is considerable when he finishes, but he’s always happy to take care of you after. He loves holding any part of your body, so small and soft and warm, all for him, his brave and wonderful little human lover.
Viola of Dressrossa
You are her favourite lifeline. Her joy comes to revolve around you, on her mind all hours of day and night. And once, she was tempted to use her devil fruit to see where you were. Of course she worries. And she missed you. Seeing you going about your day was more fulfilling than she’d expected though, and she started peeking in more and more often. But never when you were home alone. She respected your privacy of course. Until… a particularly lonely evening. She burned with shame and arousal as she watched you… taking care of yourself. The next time she saw you, she mentioned something about your pajamas. Something she shouldn’t have known - they were new. Dying of embarrassment, you assured her it was flattering that she needed to see you so badly, and that she’d stay to watch the show. You make her promise to look in now and then - you’ll put on a show just for her on the nights you have to be apart.
Silvers Rayleigh
As his lover, of course he’ll train you. You need to be able to protect yourself when he’s not around, after all. And as serious as he takes your training, he’s also an unrepentant pervert and hornball. At least once per session, he’ll tease you. Holding his blade to your throat when you’re on your back, wandering hands as he adjusts your stance, offering prizes or punishment based on your success in doing as he says. When you’re too exhausted afterwards, he’ll help you wash up and reward you sweetly. But when you’re up for more? Of course haki resistance is just as important as wielding it, so he’ll use his incredible strength with it to overwhelm you. In something parallel to primal play, he’ll try to overwhelm you, fucking you in punishment if you fail. He can essentially pin you down by manipulating your own haki on top of it all. You end up with world class skills in haki and fucking both.
Koby
Your lover is so sweet on you, no matter how stressed or exhausted he is from training or work, he’s always kind and gentle with you. His desire to make it up to you for all the time he’s away makes him eager to give. While he’s always bashfully grateful when you insist on taking care of him, it’s a point of pride for him to be able to give you the best of him. The best you’ll ever have. His competition against himself grows more intense, and he starts testing his observation haki on you to try to determine what you really need. And he gets damn good at it. He knows what your body will do before you do, careful to switch things up at just the right moment. He holds you close as often as he can when he gives you those earth shattering orgasms, praising you the whole time.
Fujitora Issho
To choose him for you lover is to choose your own personal teddy bear of a lover, a cuddly tiger who delights in slow evenings and good meals with you. He’s protective and gentle, but he’s a man. And you awaken in him feelings he’s never experienced. His lust for you is embarrassingly endless, and his strength to see to your needs all night long is no question. So in those long nights of indulging lust, sometimes he can’t get close enough to you. Sometimes he wants to see you fall apart even more thoroughly than usual. So he’ll use just a hint of his devil fruit to pin you to the bed. Safe in his hands, but controlled and consumed by him. Not that he needed extra strength to hold you down, but it adds to the adrenaline when he’s taking you deep and hard.
Madam Shyarly
Your mermaid lover is twice your size, and you both can’t help but be turned on by it. Her breasts are so big to you, and your body is so cute and small. A single finger of hers is usually plenty to fill you, two when you’re needing more. She loves it when you fist her. Keeping you in her lap is her favourite. Being a fortune teller, and prone to anxiety, she’s collected crystals she feels helps channel her energy. Many of them are smooth, and late one night, already hazy from the pleasure you’d given each other, she dares to get one off its shelf. She rubs it against your skin, your sensitive places, then between your legs. She teases it to your entrance, letting the rounded end just slip in. It’s so sensual and taboo that it becomes a regular occurrence. You have a locked box now that only she has the key to, filled with crystals that have nothing to do with fortunes.
Kuma
He is always such a careful and intentional lover, always gentle and tentative in learning new ways to pleasure you. It didn’t take long however, to discover the… pleasurable potential of his devil fruit paw pads. Rubbing them on your chest, stimulating your nipples. Softly grinding his palm between your legs. With the give, they’re even more effective than his broad fingertips. He needs a bit of encouragement before doing anything harder, needing to be assured it won’t hurt you. But he learns the right pressure to hold you in his palms, how to use the smaller pads to add additional stimulation. He’s too shy and modest to ever put his hands down your clothes in public, but in the comfort of your own home, sometimes he’ll be persuaded to rub you with them, carrying you to bed when your legs give out to give you his full attention.
Okiku of Wano
She was shy at first when it came to intimacy with you, but once she was assured of your love and your ability to make her feel feminine, she grew bolder. A lifetime of avoidance and repression made her curious and eager to try everything. She bought Wano’s version of the Karma Sutra, jade eggs, and quartz wands for the bedroom. With your help, she trained to be able to use them on herself with you, and if you’re willing, to use them on you too. The eggs rest inside, adding extra stretch and pressure to penetration. The wands help her prepare for you, and make for a tantalising show to use in front of you. It helps her affirm herself just as much, and sometimes asks you to use it on her.
Hongo, Dr. of the Red Hair Pirates
Regardless of your… equipment, your doctor lover is determined to never hurt you. He’s oddly adamant on training your pelvic muscles once you two reach the point of regular intimacy. He insists on using dilators to prep you, even on days you’re not planning to sleep together. Even if you say you can do it yourself, he insists on being there to make sure you insert them properly. Can’t have you getting hurt, now. Anally or otherwise, he’ll carefully push them inside you, and when it’s time to remove it, he’ll reward you for obeying your doctor’s orders with an orgasm or two. When he’s trained you well enough, he’ll suggest something crazy and possibly not medically sound - taking both one of the dilators and him inside at the same time. Are you adventurous enough?
Kyros of Dressrossa
He’d been used to living without his leg for years, and even with his balancing skill, it wasn’t always practical to hop everywhere. So you found him a cane. It was beautiful but simple, with a classy sheen to seal the wood. It took him a long time to warm up to it, but whenever he had a longer way to go, it was the lifesaver you’d promised it would be. As his lover, your job is often to make him rest. But he still pushes it. So once when he was out late, you were tired and desperately horny and a bit drunk, and took the cane that he’d left behind for the day and rubbed yourself against it. He was stunned speechless when he came home. But you were just so devastatingly sexy that he came to join you on the bed, holding the long rod himself to help you get off on it. His heavy accent in your ear didn’t hurt in that effort.
Cheap bonus: Whitebeard
He’s big. Like, enormous. And powerful. And as much as his wish for a family is sweet, he’s a pirate. A filthy one. He’s shameless with you. He loves stretching you enough to take him inside you. He likes using his devil fruit on a minute level to rock your body to make your soft places bounce for him. Once, he asked you to grind against his staff. And after watching that show? He’s asked you to do it many times since.
Better the Devil You Know, Than Your Pirate Soulmate
Summary: You've never believed in soulmates, until a certain red-haired pirate kidnaps you from your wedding, insisting you're his.
Chapter: 1/3 2/3 3/3
There's a myth where humans were once whole, connected by pairs. Four arms, four legs, two hearts.
A god, heartbroken and betrayed by his love and enraged by the thought of two connected so intimately, struck them in half- two arms, two legs, one heart.
Except you cannot separate those who are meant to be. The heart still yearns for who it separated from. That's where the concept of soul bonds exist. The concept of being so connected to one, an undeniable tug to be closer. Your souls screaming to be together.
But sometimes, myths are just that- myths. Its a comforting story for those naive enough to believe in fate. There's no such thing as soulmates.
Especially not for you.
You are a lamb to slaughter, a pawn for political gain.
Your eyes focus on the priest, your chin held high. You've been trained to not show the least bit discomfort
The priest's words fall like static in your ears, an uncomfortable fuzzy feeling that you know is about to bind you to another.
Your fiance is smiling, saying all the right words and looking the perfect image of a groom
The words feel thick and dry coming from your tongue as you repeat after the priest.
Your fiance drinks from the goblet, symbolizing our cup never being empty. He passes it to me with a big grin
You lift the goblet to your lips when the doors of the church burst open.
Pirates.
*****
Shanks doesn't remember heading towards the church only that he needed to be there.
The pull was nearly unbearable, sweet torture.
The distant voices of his crew barely reached his ears as he marched forward until he reached his destination.
His breath caught.
Your image through the stained glass- like an angel in a kaleidoscope of colors, dizzying and hypnotic, beckoning him forward.
His feet brought his forward and he pushed open the church doors, nothing could stop him to getting to you
He stares starstruck for a moment- uncharacteristic for him- a man of action, a man of do first consequence later but all he could think about was how good it would feel to have her in his arms
God.
It was worse up close
You were beautiful.
Not just beautiful, no, he’d seen beautiful before.
This was...
His chest tightened.
Like something had been missing and suddenly snapped into place.
Like he’d been walking half-blind his whole life and didn’t know it until now.
He watches your brow furrow in confusion, then anger as he rushes towards the alter
As he throw you over his shoulder, he doesn't know what he was expecting. This seemed to be the wedding of someone of high status, so maybe crying, a temper tantrum.
What happened next absolutely delighted him
You fought, you kicked, you ripped at his hair, you even tried to bite him. He laughed as he dodged.
"Oh, you absolute tragedy of man, let me go this instant!" you demand.
"Sorry angel, not letting you go" he says through the struggle of trying to keep you still
You let out a disgruntled noise before you stop
"Oh, finally calmed down, sweetheart?" he teases
"I've been doing this wrong" you explain
"Oh? Enlighten me" he says walking towards the entrance again.
"I should've been doing this" you yank the collar of his shirt back and become dead weight the opposite way. He barely stumbles, but its enough to wiggle your way out of his grasp.
He barely has a second to process a glint of metal before he grabbed your hand in midair, looking to pierce his throat with one of your decorative hair pins.
You grunt and struggle to yank your hand away before you realize something.
Your fiance is still standing at the alter
"Are you just going to stand there like a dolt or are you going to attempt to salvage what little dignity you have left?" you yell
He opens his mouth. Then closes it, not moving a muscle
Realizing you're distracted, Shanks takes your arm and twirls you, holding you tight, your back to his chest, trapping your arms with his.
Before you can attempt to struggle again, your eyes widen as it clicks. His touch becomes like fire against your skin. You gasp at the touch- firm and reassuring, arms that could protect you and hold you but also fight anyone who stands to take you from him.
Goddammit. Your soulmate was a pirate.
He throws you over his shoulder again and books it towards the doors of the church, taking his crew, who had been fighting of the guards, with him
You yell out every curse you can think of until the world tilts and you're thrown on the deck of the ship.
"Cast off-" Shank's order dies in his throat
Everyone's eyes on both of you, nobody moves.
Somehow, you had snatched a blade on the way to the ship and were now holding it to Shank's neck, huffing in anger
The bastard smiles and holds his hands up in surrender
"Now, now honey. No need for that" he teases
"No need for what?" you spit "Defending myself after being kidnapped from my own wedding?"
You press the blade further, creating a thin red line, the crew looking to Shanks if they need to step forward
He waves them off leisurely, like this is a minor inconvenience
"We both know you won't do it" he smiles
"How do you know? You don't know anything about me" your voice raises
He gently guides the blade away with one finger
"I know you felt it"
You stiffen
"I have no idea what you're talking about" you say avoiding his eyes
He gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him
"You're insufferable" you sneer
"You're perfect" he coos
Your eyes widen in surprise as he motions for the crew to continue casting off
"Oh," he says as he walks away "As beautiful as you may look in that dress, that's not very practical for a ship. Why don't you wear something of mine?" he teases.
"Oh well my sincerest apologies for not thinking of practicality for ships, but you're right, I should've expected to have been kidnapped by a delusional pirate on my wedding day" you glare back.
He chuckles as he goes off to his cabin, abandoning you on the main deck.
Well, just because you were here against your will doesn't mean you have to go down easy.
This is the post that inspired this fic because I loved the vibes of it so much:
💬 20 🔁 5771 ❤️ 9925 · Guinevere's wedding dress and chainmail veil in Excalibur 1981
❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: requested part 3 with Buggy and Cora is finally here, sorry for the wait >.<' ❞
Sabo 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
Sabo was training alone, just some simple combat moves — shirtless and sweaty. Blonde hair sticking to his face as he moves across the field.
He was heaving at the end of it, wiping his chin, and just when his little break was over, he spots you from the corner of his eye.
Sabo instantly brightens up at the sight of you, grinning and hand going up to wave you over but before he knew it—you were already half way closer, and when he blinks—you’re plunging into his chest.
Arms slung over his shoulders, as you practically anchor him into an embrace.
He didn’t even have the chance to comprehend the gesture before he feels your lips on his neck.
Making him flinch, grabbing onto your shoulders and just stares at you dumbfounded.
“Woah now, what’s all this? You okay—”
You blink. Then you tiptoe up and kiss his cheek.
Sabo doesn’t move. He just shuts up as you grab his face, kiss the corner of his lip, chin, jaw, his brows and eyelids—everywhere and anywhere, you attack him with your kisses.
Lipstick marks all over his face.
And he just stares like an idiot when you finish.
Your face all shy and grinning, grabbing his hands into yours, bringing them to your chest.
“Sabo.”
“Y-yeah..?”
He just keeps staring, neck going red.
“Don’t you want to kiss me back?”
Sabo blinks. Lips parting. “I—”
What is going? Did someone take over your body? And why are you extra pretty today? Something isn’t right here, but that spare second of assessment, that delay in an answer makes you frown. Letting go of his hands, moving away.
“Too late. I’m out. Have fun training alone, buddy—”
He catches your wrist, and hauls you right back in.
Hands going on the small of your back, bringing you closer to him.
Your legs all intertwined, your chests pressed into one another as he makes you look at him.
He leans in, just enough to catch the warmth of his breath on your face, his forehead grazing yours. And your cheeks burn at the sight of him.
He’s grinning sly and mean—and when Sabo gets like that—you can’t help but go completely dumb in the head.
“Want me to kiss you? Yeah? If you want it so badly then tell me why you’re all clingy today.” His lips inches near yours, but they never land—and you feel how he squeezes you up into him by the ass.
You tiptoe in for the kiss but Sabo keeps moving away, not fully, but just enough to tease.
“Sabo—”
“Tell me.”
And you hitch your breath when you feel his crotch.
What a mean jerk.
You pout. “Cause’ I missed you, that’s all.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
And he smiles, all boyish and teasing.
“I missed’ you too.” And he’ll show you that, by pressing his mouth onto yours, lips mushing into one another and you smile into it.
He has one hand on your back, the other in your hair. Tilting you deeper into kiss.
Congrats. You’re not leaving the training grounds any time soon.
Donquixote Rosinante "Corazon" 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
Corazon was sizzling some veggies by the stove. Pink apron tied around his waist as he fixes today’s dinner for both of you.
And he hears the kitchen door creak open.
“Soon love, I’ll just sauté these and then dinner will be—”
You wrap your arms around his waist, lean your face against his spine.
And he halts.
Breath caught in his ribs as he watches the vegetables turn toast.
“Er…” Corazon looks over his shoulder, where he’ll find you rubbing your cheek against his back. Small and little compared to him.
“Is everythin’ okay? Did something happen—”
You press your face harder against him and he turns rigid. Back arching.
He turns the stove off.
Slowly, awkwardly, he goes to face you and you just leech right back onto him. Face buried into his abs, taking in the scent of him.
You look up, face all mushed into him and he turns bright pink at the sight of your face.
Damn. Okay. You’re pretty, too pretty.
It’s turning him stupid.
“Cora…” You mumble out, fisting his shirt.
“Y-yeah? What is it gorgeous?”
“Why aren’t you touching me?”
And he blinks. He didn’t even notice it but his hands are hovering above your hips.
Too flustered to know where to place them.
“Y-you want me too—?”
You frown. And he presses his lips, swallowing.
What a stupid question.
Of course you want him to touch you.
Corazon places his large hands on your hips, and you press yourself closer to him.
His thigh going inbetween yours and you hear him hold in a whine when you kiss chest, lean your cheek against his ribs.
“Is it okay if we eat later? I want to feel you just a bit longer.”
At that, his shoulders slumps.
Chuckling just a little, before easing into you.
“Yes. Anything you want, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”
Buggy the Clown 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
The so called Genius Jester is slumped over his sofa, circling his wine goblet as he grumbles, “Stupid-crocodile-smug-looking-bastard” (or something to that affect) and that’s how you’ll find him.
He doesn’t shift his head, just from your footsteps alone he knows it’s his gorgeous, majestic, piece of honeycakes walking in.
And he thinks you’re here to scold him too, his chin sinking.
“If you’re here to to call me dumb and lazy and annoying as well, then I—”
Your steps are fast, hard—plunging against the floor boards as you cast yourself over his shoulders. Face pressed into his spine and Buggy, freezes.
You snuggle your face in between his shoulder blades.
Rubbing. Pressing.
Taking in his scent… he smells like cake. And sprinkles. And just a little bit of canon fodder.
You want more of it, more of him.
And Buggy blinks. Twice. Before glancing to you.
“Er… did I…. uh… Is this a test?… Are you mad—”
“Buggy.” You hum, your voice hot against his spine, and just when he’s about to answer, do you kiss his back. Trailing kisses all over him and you feel a shiver running down his skin before you make it to the nape of his neck.
Your breath warm, turning him flushed. “I missed you Bug’, I missed you so much.”
He flinches. Breath caught.
Is this a seduction tactic? Or a trap? Whatever it is, it’s making him go stupidly red, face steaming even.
You lean in from behind, your lips skimming over his earlobe.
“Do you miss me, Buggy?”
“I…Uh…. I— yeah! I mean, of course I do!” He stammers out, shifting his head to you, his red nose grazing yours, meeting your smile. And he combusts.
Melting like an ice cone in desert heat.
“B-but where is this coming from, gem? You’re suddenly all over me—WHICH I LOVE—but erm… y’know.”
You only hum in response, manoeuvring into the sofa, and in between his legs. Nestling yourself right above his lap, face into his neck.
“I just want to be near you, just this once, please?”
His throat is flaring fire against your cheek, you even hear his heart drum from underneath.
And you resist not teasing him for it.
Instead you grab onto his chest, fisting his clothes and relax into his warmth.
And slowly, carefully, his hands makes it to your back, pressing you closer to him.
Placing his chin above your head.
“Sure….I wouldn’t mind if you missed me more often gem.” He mumbles, and you kiss his neck. Just a little.
Yeah, this is going to be a loooong night for both of you.
Eustass "Captain" Kid 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
Kid was polishing up some gear — adjusting, fixing, and screwdriver in hand.
That’s how you will find him, cross legged and posture bent.
He doesn’t even turn to face you when he hears you trudge inside.
“Tch, better not be here to nag about snacks, cause I ain’t budgin’ till I got this fixed—” he freezes, screwdriver screeching against metal when he feels your chest slumped over his enormous back. He’s rigid beneath you. Hard. Stiff. As if unable to breathe.
And you lean your cheek against his shoulder blade, hands travelling up his chest—feeling him, touching and caressing him. His warmth radiating into your chest, and you cling onto him harder.
“Oi.”
You nestle your face into his back.
“Oi.”
You rub your cheek against him.
“Oi…”
You place a kiss on the back of his biceps and he flinches, snapping his gaze onto you.
Face burning, cheeks all pink and flustered and you try not to laugh.
“What’s gotten into ya!?” He practically yells out, “You think you’re going to get snacks by actin’ like a little kitten; you’re wrong—”
You lean in, and shut him up with a kiss on the cheek.
And that’s what you do.
You kiss, kiss, kiss and kiss him all over the face until you’ve stunned the vocab out of him.
Your hands are still pressed on his pecs, breasts still pushed against his spine and he goes completely steam red.
“Baby,” you hum and your voice is low, almost pleading, and it makes him tense. Warmth forming up his chest. “I missed you. I missed you so much today.” You bury your cheek against his sturdy shoulder, eyes closing. “I want to be near you, is that okay?” You look up, “Or are you too busy?”
And your angry oversized tomato just stares, teeth gritted and cheeks all flushed. His ears too.
Kid clicks his tongue, “Whatever. Do as you please.”
He says that, but his posture eases, shoulders slumps and his heart beating a little bit too fast for his liking.
He won’t admit it, but he wouldn’t mind it if you missed him a little bit more often.
Aokiji Kuzan 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
Kuzan was napping.
Snoring on the sofa to be exact.
It was dead in the night when you tiptoed in. Blanket wrapped around you like a warm fuzzy burrito, in search for cuddles.
“Kuzan?”
No response. Just a snore. And you inch near.
He has a sleep mask on, and his hands are folded over his chest. Chest going up… then down.
You press your lips, manoeuvring above him. Placing your ear where his heart sits, and when you sink your weight into him, only then do you hear the snoot bubble pop.
Hand going to his sleep mask, making a small gap with his thumb to take a peek and when he sees you? He blinks himself awake.
“Oh?” Kuzan tries to sit himself up but when you lock your thigh around his waist, tight, firm—does he freeze. “This is a first.”
you hum. “Go back to sleep.” And you rub your face into his chest. “I like this spot.”
A sweat droplets makes it to his cheek, a corner of his lip turning up. His large hand placing it above your hair. Slow, faint, as if careful to not provoke your change of mind.
“Everythin’ alright? Nothing’s buggin you?”
You shake your head, looking up to him.
Face all shy and mischievous, making him tense.
And when you lean in, crawling up his abdomen, the grinding of each others bodies forces him still, hands hovering above your ribs as you come closer. Placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Just for tonight, Kuzan’, just for tonight—so enjoy it.” There is a giggle in your tone, a tease almost, and you sink back down. Head nested in the crook of his neck and Kuzan lets out a scoff.
Easing back into the sofa, larger hands landing on your back.
Bringing you close.
“Since you insist then,” he cups your head. His finger drawing slow, faint caresses over your back. Kissing the top of your head. “don’t mind me.”
You two lay like that till morning comes, calm, safe — lousing. And maybe, just maybe, when his most lonesome hours hits—he’ll think of this moment, of you, and the warmth of your chest.
featuring: heat, wire, loki and katakuri // gn! reader!! but with female parts
a/n: time for part 4 of this series!! sorry about the long wait guys!! I’ve been feeling a bit down but I’m trying to write as much as possible!! hugs and kisses!! uwu // my writing may be lacking, it’s been awhile oof
summary: riding these beautiful one piece men because I’m whore when it comes to anime men. 😩😩 // part 1 ,, part 2 ,, part 3.
One of the more gentle kid pirates, especially when it comes to his partner and their intimate moments. And trust me this man is going to respect to the very end, and treat you as if you were made as glass. Your needs always come first in his eyes. So when you suggested to ride him he was surprised, he was usually in charge during sex, wanting to focus on your pleasure.
“You want to ride me?” He asked, his cheeks turning slightly pink at your words. And to which you nod, looking up at him. “Yes, tonight I want to focus on you alone and your pleasure alone.” You say, batting your eyes at him. “Only if you let me.” And he wanted to protest, but seeing your eyes and how you spoke to him made him hard…and all he could was nod. “Please..”
Once Heat’s back was against the bed, you dragged your tongue along his tattoos, giving him small kisses and love bites. Before stripping your clothes off, and helping him strip as well. “Such a good boyfriend, I’m going to ride you so good..” You whisper against his ear before sinking into his length. Whimpering at this new position, to which it took a few to catch your own breath. He was much bigger…much bigger.
Heat moans at your walls clenched around his cock, throwing his head back. “Fuck…so tight…” He groans, his hands immediately grabbing your hips. And soon you began to move your hips against his. The room was covered in your guys moans, he would grab your chest and squeeze them. “Mm Heat…so big..cock so good.”
Let’s just say the ship could hear you guys, Kid even told you guys to quote on quote to ‘shut the fuck up.’ . But after you’re done riding him he’ll do everything to treat you good. Good at aftercare. “Mm, maybe for next time we can try reverse cowgirl.”
Wire
Oh this man is very kinky, he loves whenever you ride him. At first you were intimidated by riding him because of his height and size of his cock, and of course it took a lot of begging and convincing until you said yes, but after that experience with him. It was one of your favorite positions with him.
Right now Wire had his back against the bed, both arms were tied to the headboard, and you look down at him. Sitting on his lap. “Mm can’t wait to ride your pretty cock…it’s so good.” You moan out. Leaning down and giving him a sloppy kiss against his neck. Making him shiver. “Hm.. I’m all yours darling”
And that’s all it took, you gave him a few strokes before positioning his cock to your entrance and slowly you sink down. Biting your lip “Always so big..” You moan out. He hissed in pleasure, but he still always had a smirk across his face. “Hmm well…what are you waiting for. Starting riding.” He said.
To which you nod and move against his hips, Wire just watches you. Watched how big his cock was, seeing the budge in your stomach. And despite him being tied down he was always in charge. “That’s right, you look so good riding me. Such a needy mess…does my cock fill you up good?” He asked, moving his hips upwards. To which you were a mumbling and moaning mess. “Wire..oh baby…Yes!” You moan out. He loved it whenever you were so needy, the way your mouth spills out dirty words. Or the way your body bounces against his. “Cock…fuck…good…”
And once you two cum, you’ll help him out of the ropes. And he would immediately want a round two. So you better buckle up. Because this man can last for hours…and he’ll make sure you’re not walking properly for the next week.
Loki
This man is definitely going to treat you as if you’re made of glass..he doesn’t want to hurt you. Considering you’re human…and well he’s a giant. One wrong move and it’s your life. But again you have needs and he wants to help you in any way. And of course his tongue came into the picture…it was such a lewd idea…but you wanted to feel it.
So Loki picked up your body, holding you against his fingers. Being so gentle… “Are you sure…about this dear?” He asked. “Yes..just don’t swallow me..” You joke around…and he couldn’t help but crack a slight smile. Slowly he held you above his mouth and sticks out his tongue. And once he placed you against his tongue you couldn’t help but shiver. It felt odd, but once he moved his tongue slightly you felt a wave of pleasure. “Loki…”
And once he heard your faint moan he couldn’t help but groan. He made sure to hold you above his tongue with one hand, while the other hand works on his cock. Stroking himself through his pants. “Darling…you taste quite divine…I didn’t know I could come across something so good..” He moans out. Earning a mumbling mess from you. “Ahh…fuck…”
And as time passes by, he slowly places you on his tongue. Being extra careful with you. And you moan and move against the wet muscle. And it didn’t take you that long to finish on the tip of his tongue. And before you know it Loki grabs you gently between his fingers and places you on the palm of his hand. And he smirks at your flustered face, the way you were panting as you laid on his palm.
Loki smirks. “I must say darling…we must do that again.” He said. And all you could was whimper and nod at his comment, which earned a small smirk from the giant.
Katakuri
He was very closed off to any ideas during sex, not because he didn’t find you attractive. It was because he didn’t want to hurt you…considering he was much taller than you..and this poor man was afraid of hurting you, he didn’t want you to run off. And of course it took a lot of convincing him…convincing of riding him and when he agreed to your idea you were jumping from joy.
But that’s when it came to that night…you were nervous and he wanted to help you in any way…first it started off with a make-out session, he made sure to be extra careful with his teeth. Soon he fingered you slowly trying to stretch you up..he definitely could tell you were nervous. “You don’t have too…” He said softly, as he looked above you. You were sitting on his lap. “It’s okay..I’ll be fine…I’ve taken you before.”
Katakuri helped you when you were on top of him. Helping you take his length. And once you did, he gave a moment to gather yourself. It took you a few minutes before you started to move slowly against him. He placed his hands on your hips. “You’re doing amazing Y/N…so amazing..” He moans under his breath. “Katakuri…you feel so good…as always.” You moaned softly.
The room was filled with softly and muffled moans, everytime you guys had your intimate moments you guys always made sure to keep it on the down low..he doesn’t need his siblings or his mother listening to your guys intimate moment. So you had to cover your mouth with your hand as you move your hips against his. “Oh Katakuri..”
Soon your movements were getting sloppy and quick…you were close. So he grabbed your hips and held you down and started to fuck you upwards. Moving his hips in a quick motion. Hitting the right spots. Making you moan against your mouth…and once you finish around him it didn’t take too long to fill you up. He’s definitely the king of aftercare, cleaning you off, grabbing you some water or a snack and also running you a warm bath.
Yes! The fifth and final Admiral. The one I had high hopes for, right up until he started spouting bizarre stuff and turned into a giant broccoli monster. xD Just kidding.
Still, I do hope Oda finds a way to redeem him and steer his character back toward what he seemed to be like after the Dressrosa arc. Especially with that one particular implication in his lore. Though it could mean anything, but it still could leave room for something cool or interesting.
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Warning!: NSFW Below!
Aramaki Ryokugyu
SFW
* The first time Aramaki saw you, it was on a remote island. A chance encounter that barely registered as significant at first. Your curiosity and independence caught his attention, but it was only over time, through repeated crossings of paths and observing the way you handled the unknown, that his fixation began to grow. His loyalty to the World Government and their nobles started to feel distant, somewhat replaced by a new, more personal obsession that took root slowly and deeply.
* Once Aramaki finally realized the depth of his feelings, everything changed. His possessiveness grew much bolder, and the edge in his obsession sharpened, bringing out a side of him that was both territorial and almost perverted. Suddenly, his attention on you became relentless and inescapable. Once, he joked; voice low, tone hungry, that you’re the only goddess he’d kneel for now, though there was almost nothing playful in the way he looked at you when he said it.
* No matter how far you travel or what remote place you explore, he nearly always seems to be there, lurking just beyond the treeline or appearing casually at the next village. He moves with surprising quiet for someone so big, and his constant shadowing presence is a reminder that, no matter where you go, you’re never truly alone.
* Whenever you try to leave or request privacy, Aramaki will make a lazy show of granting you freedom, only to almost always have the environment itself conspire against you. Marines are stationed where they shouldn’t, trees will quietly grow across certain exits, or his roots will subtly tug you back when you try to go through forested areas. He’ll smirk and say that you imagined it, or that it’s for your own safety, but the glint in his eyes is far too hungry.
* In public, he balances his obsession and official persona. His gaze rarely leaves you, and he’s quick with flirtatious remarks or casual touches that ride the edge of decorum. Anyone who questions his public conduct is met with sharp, nearly insubordinate wit. He’ll indirectly remind them that as an Admiral, he can make his own decisions, and he dares anyone to challenge him.
* If anyone dares to show too much interest in you, Aramaki’s possessiveness turns merciless. He sees rivals the way he once viewed any threat to his original worldview: something to be eliminated, quietly and thoroughly. Anyone who actively tries to get close; be it a rival explorer, a Marine, or even a civilian, tends to vanish or back off suddenly, as if nature itself intervened. Those who persist are met with a direct warning or worse. In Aramaki’s mind, competition is to be snuffed out, and he’ll go to any lengths, even deadly ones, to keep you for himself.
* Aramaki’s devotion becomes the axis around which your days turn. He intervenes in your social life, demanding to know where you’re going, who you’re with, and what you’re doing. When you protest, he simply laughs, before reminding you how much he’s sacrificed for your sake. There’s a wildness in him that makes you question whether you’re being protected or claimed.
* If you ever try to distance yourself from him. Whether you slip away for days or openly try to leave him behind, Aramaki only grows more determined. What should frustrate him, he turns into a twisted sort of foreplay; the more you resist, the more single-minded and possessive he becomes. Inwardly, it pisses him off, but it also only sharpens his hunger, as if your defiance is just another challenge he’s determined to conquer.
* When you’re alone, his facade slips entirely. The predator growing through the cracks. The weight of his attention, usually disguised by his sunglasses, brash words and sly humor, turns unfiltered. Hungry, intense and inescapable. He’ll press his forehead to yours and growl, "You’re mine. I’m not letting anyone take you from me. Not pirates, not other Marines, not even the Celestial Dragons themselves."
* Despite his domineering nature, Aramaki’s version of care is very thorough: you’re always protected, never in danger, and want for nothing. Except, perhaps, your own space. To him, your comfort is almost secondary to your proximity, and the world itself should bend to keep you two close.
NSFW
* For all his overly suffocating obsession, Aramaki’s hunger shifts the moment you willingly give yourself to him. In private, he partly transforms from a ruthless predator to something almost zealot-like. Worshipful, greedy for your attention, and desperate to be consumed by you. He’d rather have you on top, letting you ride him as he lazily clings to your thighs, his breath ragged and voice raw with praise. Sometimes he’ll beg, just for another touch or glance, all authority left at the door.
* Despite his self-assured and imposing reputation, there’s a strange, addictive edge to Aramaki in bed. A constant push and pull between dominance and utter devotion. He likes to tease, gripping your hips and murmuring what he’d do to you if he took control, but just as often melts when he let you take the lead, pleasure and surrender written openly across his face.
* His tattoo becomes a point of fixation when you’re together. Sometimes, in the haze of intimacy, he’ll ask you to trace the kanji down his body with your fingers, watching you with an almost reverent obsession. He claims it marks him as yours now, and your touch over those characters makes his whole body shudder.
* No matter how often you’re together, Aramaki’s heartbeat always betrays him. When you’re close, especially when you press your ear to his chest or palm to his ribs, his heart pounds hard and skips haphazardly, never quite steady. He laughs about it, but there’s an anxious, feverish pride in how completely you undo him. In fact, this jump in pulse started to happen long before you accepted him, actually.
* Even when you’re in control, his dominant and possessive nature never fully vanish. His hands are always on you, possessively squeezing your thighs, butt, waist and hips or pinning you to him, urging you closer even as he submits. Sometimes he’ll mutter about how only you get to see him like this. How, if anyone else tried, he’d kill them without a second thought.
* Aramaki has a tell when his mind dips into even filthier territory: he’ll clear his throat, eyes flicking over your body, then grin like he’s weighing, right then and there, if he should give in to his darker impulses. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he just lets you see the hunger and challenge simmering in his gaze, leaving you to wonder what he’ll try next.
* There are very rare nights when his devotion tips into a near spiritual, worshipful need. He’ll press kisses to every part of your skin, almost chanting your name, hands trembling with the force of his need. In these moments, he’s utterly undone, willing to beg or be used however you like, because in his mind, there’s nothing holier than being possessed by you.
* After, he loves nothing more than to press you against him and hold you tight, almost as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear. His aftercare is somewhat shaky but genuine, devotion always shining through: shivering hands brushing your hair, lips ghosting over your neck and forehead, promises of your safety whispered in the dark.
Hello, how would the admirals cheer up thier SO? How would they approach a sad/stressed out SO, and how would they make up for them after a heated argument, where the admirals were in the wrong?
Akainu, Kizaru, Aokiji how they cheer up their S/O + how they make up after an argument
Akainu x Reader, Kizaru x Reader, Aokiji x Reader
Description: Akainu, Kizaru, & Aokiji (seperate) how he cheers up his S/O and how he makes up with his S/O after an argument when he was in the wrong
Warnings: none
he gets upset when you’re upset- because someone hurt you, because you won’t talk to him, because he doesn’t know what to do. his first reaction is to demand you tell him who made you upset (assuming it’s not him) so he can go reprimand them
if you won’t/can’t talk to him or he’s completely lost at what to do to help, he leaves you alone for a bit, going to calm himself down before he blows up at you- he often feels helpless and/or useless in these scenarios and that makes him angrier because he’s not used to that feeling
after he’s calmer he’ll go back and stand there while you rant about whatever made you upset, he doesn’t have the best advice, but he’s a good listener, and if you need to criticize and complain about someone, Akainu is totally ready to help with that
if you’re still crying or sad then he’ll hug you- long, quiet, firm, he stands completely still and hold your head against his chest while his other arm hold you closer by pushing against your back (he’s not the best hugger, he’s new to it all)
after your tears stop he’ll bring you to the bed and lay down so you can cuddle up to him
he’ll usually let you lead him on what you need to cheer up, as long as it gets you to stop crying because that’s one of the only things he can’t handle
if you’re upset because of an argument you had with him,if you’re upset because of him, it’ll still be similar to the general cheering up
he doesn’t outrightly apologize unless it’s very bad, in which case he says it bluntly and only once, direct eye conact and once it’s over he pulls you closer for a kiss
more often, when it’s not a very bad fight, he won’t say “I’m sorry” or anything along the lines of that. he’ll hint that he’s sorry, he’ll be a bit softer or gentler and less hot-headed for the rest of the day- he’llbe slightly more affectionate like when you climb into bed he’ll outstretch his arm signaling for you to curl into his side where he’ll then place a quick kiss to your forehead (still keeping that familiar scowl on his face though)
he’s quite new to the task and idea of having to cheer someone up, so he asks what you need and/or want
if he finds you crying he’ll go right over and place his hand on your back rubbing gentle circles while he waits for you to say something
he’s more than ready to go find whoever upset you, but if it wasn’t someone who did it then he’ll wait with you, sitting beside you or as far away as you want, but not leaving you alone uless you explicitly ask, he stay quiet the whole time- after you’ve calmed down a bit he’ll pull you into his arms and nuzzle his nose against your cheek hoping his stubble will tickle and make you smile like it usually does
if you don’t want to talk about it after he’s completely fine with that, he tries to distract you by tickling you or peppering kisses on any revealed skin, he’ll also ask where you want to go for lunch/dinner and plan a little date
when he’s the on who made you sad because of an argument (him being the one in the wrong) then it’s a different story, that’s when he’ll apologize directly. he realizes he was wrong and then he feels guilty and he goes right back to you to apologize- it’s one of those apologies explaining what he did wrong too
after his apology he just kind of acts like nothing happened, unless you want to talk about- he’s tries to talk things out with you, fights and apologies included
which is why he doesn’t usually leave during a fight and he prevents you from leaving as well, he’ll mak ethe two of you sit down and talk, he’ll smother you in his arms if he has to, holding you captive until you calm down and forgive him
however, even after you’ve accepted his apology, how big of the fight doesn’t matter for this, he thinks about it for a time after, usually a day or two- but he won’t let you know that, as far as you know it’s long forgotten
after a fight he usually takes the next day off or at least the next morning so he can spend some time with you, he gets kind of clingy after arguing
Aokiji sticks to two ways of cheering you up, that’s physical affection (hugs, kisses, snuggles, etc.) and sleeping
it takes him a moment to realize he was in the wrong, he realizes it when he’s in his office trying to sleep away the fight, and then he’s restless- he’s always restless when you are mad at him
after a few moments of denial thinking that you’ll come find him and forget about the fight, he gets up and goes to find you instead- he’s fine with plainly saying “I’m sorry”
it’s a quick apology, literally only that sentence and maybe a 4-word explanation, after that he stads still waiting for you to make the first move, which is usually a hug- he embraces you as soon as your arms close around his middle and he rubs his hand up and down your back, planting a few kisses to the top of your head
then he carries you to bed and naps, the fight forgotten by the time you wake up
if it’s a more serious fight, more intense than other ones, he’ll leave the room before you finish yelling and he goes straight to his office- sitting down in his chair and glaring at the door, subordinates often come in and find him like this and immediately sense the tension in the air and stumble over their words quickly before disappearing out the door- Aokiji just looks pissed off
but really he’s replaying the fight in his mind, beating himself up over the times he said something defending his side when he knew it was wrong, after a few hours he huffs in frustration and gets up, heading back to you
he comes up behind you, or very close to you, and he says he’s sorry, very similar to the lesser fight apologies, but his voice is softer and when you look up at him his expression is somber- he waits to see if you have anything to say before pulling you against him and wrapping his arms around you
ultimately all argument end in hugs and sleep, and a more affectionate Kuzan for the next day because he still feels a bit guilty
Hello, I like your Blogs... So please can you write a headcanon about Rob Lucci is Married and to his Honeymoon Night... Pleasssssseeeeeeee last Hope🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Yes I’m sorry this took so long! I’m sure if you wanted nsfw, but honeymoon night is usually nsfw, so I included a bit of nsfw in the middle. If you didn’t want that feel free to tell me and I’ll redo it completely sfw :)
Also I’m the most familiar with Lucci, but I think I know enough <3
I hope you like it!
Rob Lucci Honeymoon
Warnings: slight nsfw
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Lucci and you boarded a ship right after your wedding, it was very fancy and luxurious boat, of course you expected nothing less as Lucci’s wife. As the two of you had made your way to the ship he had kept his usual emotionless facade, but as soon as you two stepped into the living part of the ship alone, his seriousness quickly melted away. Lucci smiled down at you as your eyes lit up looking around the living room cabin, filled with lush couches and multiple fluffy pillows all in a color pallets of white and occasional blue and black.
Lucci firmly pulled you in to his chest, but his hug was much gentler and softer than it looked. He buried his face in your hair and inhaled your familiar sweet scent. He finally legally owned you, you are only his and there is now a document stating it. Lucci felt overwhelmed with the unusual happiness that he felt, normally he would of course be happy with you, but right now he could only explain this feeling as... euphoric.
Lucci picked you up and sat down on the bed pulling you down onto his lap. He gently stroked your head, feeling as though he could finally be completely open and vulnerable. You giggled as you nuzzled your nose into his neck, and it just melted his heart knowing that he would have this or the rest of his life.
“What would you like to do my wife?” Lucci purred. You blushed and tucked even farther into his neck hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“Whatever you want my dear husband~”
Lucci hummed in return and looked around the room for something to do, eyes landing on the bathroom door. He smirked and looked down making eyes contact with you, then glancing back to the bathroom door showing you his thoughts. You blushed even more and lightly hit his chest, of course that’s what he’s thinking of.
You stood up off his lap and followed behind him as he went to go turn on the bath. You gently tied his hair up and then did the same to yours.
Lucci stepped into the bath and layed back, helping you in and having you lay on his chest facing him. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places his lips on yours. It was a soft kiss, something you rarely got from Lucci. You deepened the kiss, still maintaining the slow passionate pace. You pulled back and looked at Lucci through your half closed eyes. He had a very light blush on his cheeks as he looked into your eyes, both of you catching your breath. You placed soft kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and nose pulling a soft chuckle from your husband.
He brought you back into his arms and placed his lips on your again, this kiss becoming more fast and passionate. Lucci ran his hands over your body, and you let your hands roam his upper body feeling his strong muscles tense and relax under your actions. He tangled his hand in your hair and gently pulled eliciting a gasp which he used to slip his tongue into your mouth. As his muscle explored your mouth you let out a breathy moan earning a quiet groan from Lucci. He slowly sat up and picked you up wrapping your legs around his torso. He carefully stepped out of the tub as you moved your mouth down and started to work on his neck, leaving small purple marks.
Lucci undid both of your hair and dropped you into the bed. He crawled over you and started licking your neck as you whimpered under his touch. He smirked against your neck and brought his hand down to carress your thigh. With Lucci’s patience wearing thin he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in deep making you moan his name. He hungrily reclaimed your lips and thrusted hard and deep in to you....
~~~~~~ time skip to keep some of your innocence
With Lucci’s thrusts becoming faster and sloppier, you could tell he was reaching his climax. His groans climbed in volume, as did yours. With a final hard thrust and a loud groan of your name he came inside you, the erotic feeling causing you to reach your own high and shouting his name as you arched your back.
Lucci collapsed on top of you and tucked his head into your neck while you both caught your breath. After a bit he rolled off of your and lay on his back, pulling you onto his chest and resting his cheek on the crown of your head. You placed your hands on his chest and stared out the window at the now almost fully set sun. Lucci followed your gaze out to the sunset, but quickly returned it to you as found your beauty more captivating.
“Are you happy my queen?” Lucci inquired as he kissed your forehead softly.
“Couldn’t be happier my love”
You smiled as you kissed his chest. He placed his hand over yours, bringing it to his his lips and giving it a quick kiss before placing it back on his chest. He fell asleep watching the woman he loves with all his heart, but he felt a stab of terror as he realized the world now knows his weakness. There might be people coming to get you now, but the day he lets someone take you away from him is the day he you lay in the embrace of his cold dead body. Meh views weaknesses as a sin, so call him a sinner. That’s a small price to pay for getting to spend the rest of his life with a woman far too good for even him.
Summary: you eat a new fruit while exploring an island with your crew, the Whitebeard Pirates. What you don’t know is that this fruit is an aphrodisiac, and you find yourself desperate for some relief with your 1st divison commander.
Bit of a longer fic today (actually quite a bit longer) but I do love me some Marco 🩷
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut! May have gone a little overboard but it’s fiiiiine. Typical reader eats a fruit that makes her horny. Dr. Marco comes to the rescue ;) praise, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, p in v, protected sex, a heated conversation happens?
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The ocean glittered out in front of you as you smelled the salty sea air. Far off, you could see an island, your next destination.
“I hope they have yummy fruit!” You said to yourself.
“Be careful eating strange fruit while exploring,” Marco cautioned. Where did he come from? “Some of them have some odd side effects.”
“What, like turning you into a bird?” You teased.
He laughed, and the two of you watched the island grow nearer. “I’m serious,” he said after a while. “This island has some strange fruit. Some good, some not good.”
“Oh. Well, how do I know what’s good?” You asked.
“Only buy from the reputable stalls located downtown. They have strict rules in place to help tourists buy the right stuff.” Marco explained.
“Ok, fine,” you said raising your hands up. “I’ll be extra careful.”
Once you all had docked at the island, duties were doled out. Different groups went off to gather supplies, and you were tasked with buying a few bolts of cloth for clothing repairs. As you strolled the streets, taking in different shops, you saw the cloth store down an alleyway. You briskly walked towards it, but you were stopped by a lady selling beautiful pink melons.
“Would you care to try one, dear?” She asked sweetly.
“Oh, um, thanks, but I was told to only buy fruit from the downtown stalls,” you explained.
“Rubbish! There are plenty of us who sell perfectly good fruit outside of those stalls. Not all of us can afford the high rent downtown,” she replied.
“Well, these do look delicious…” you pondered. “Sure! I’ll take one for the road.”
She happily wrapped it up for you, and you went on your way to buy the cloth.
The cloth store had good prices, and you were weighed down by all your finds. By the time you made it back to the ship you were exhausted. You decided now was a good time to dive into that melon.
You enjoyed the fruit, it’s juicy pink interior reminded you of watermelons and kiwis. Feeling better, you helped load up the ship and made your way back into town to enjoy a meal and drinks with your crew at the local bar.
You bumped into Marco and decided to sit at the same table he was. “Find any good fruit like you wanted?” He asked.
“Yep!” You responded, deciding not to tell him you got it from a side street and not the main stalls. It’s not like anything had happened, right?
Midway through the meal, however, you started to feel… off. You felt feverish and your face heated up. Glancing across the table to Marco, seeing his toned chest and warm smile, your symptoms amped up. Suddenly you were turned on, and you had a desire lunge across the table and grab Marco then and there. You averted your eyes and tried to remain calm despite your heartbeat skyrocketing. What was happening?
“Hey, you okay over there?” Marco asked. He had noticed. Of course he had, being the ships doctor and all.
“Yeah! I’m fine!” You rushed out. “Just tired, been a long day and I’m just gonna head back to the ship to lay down.”
You rushed out of the bar and ran back towards the ship, cursing yourself for being so stupid. They’d definitely think something was wrong now. What had you eaten?
You finally made it to the ships deck, rushing towards your bunk, when you heard a flutter overhead, and heard the soft thud of Marco landing behind you.
“Hey, what was that?” Marco asked softly. “You just ran out of there…”
Damnit. The last guy you wanted to see. Or the first, maybe. “I already said I’m just tired…” you tried to sound convincing. You failed.
“Cut the crap. Something’s clearly wrong. I’m just trying to help,” Marco soothed. “Come with me to my office and I’ll take a look at you.”
You couldn’t fight it any longer, and the close proximity to him wasn’t helping. Reluctantly you followed him to his office.
“Take a seat,” Marco gestured to a plush couch sitting along one wall.
You sank into the couch, defeated, looking anywhere but at Marco. The stacks of paper on his desk, the filing cabinet drawer that wasn’t shut all the way, the soft fabric of the couch.
“Where did you buy that fruit today?” He began.
“Um, what makes you think it was that?” You tried deflecting.
“Where did you buy it?” He demanded.
“I went to get cloth, down this little alleyway,” you started.
“No,” Marco groaned.
“She said it was safe! That she just couldn’t afford to sell downtown…” you defended.
“And you believed her?!” Marco raised his voice slightly.
“I- I’m sorry, ok?” You whispered, shifting uncomfortably. “Can you just help me?”
Marco sighed, running his hand through his golden hair. “I’ll try. What did the fruit look like?”
“It was a small melon. Pink. Kinda tasted like watermelon and-”
“Kiwi?” he cut you off.
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
He sighed again. “I’m familiar with it. Never eaten one myself, but it’s one I’ve read about before.”
“Oh! That’s a good thing then, right?” You perked up. “You must know the treatment.”
“Yeah, I know it. But you’re not going to like it,” he said cautiously. “This fruit is known as a lust fruit. It makes you lust for the one person your heart desires. The only way to fix it is to… have sex… with that person.”
“What?” You gasped. “What if you can’t… have sex… with them?”
“Well, masturbating can slap a bandaid on it, but ultimately, sex is the only fix.” He explained.
“Great,” you grumbled. You began to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. How on earth were you supposed to pull off having sex with the first division commander of the whitebeard pirates?
“So, who is it?” Marco asked. “The one you’re lusting after?”
“Um, I’d rather not say…” you whined.
“How am I supposed to help you then?” Marco questioned.
“Fine, it’s… you.” Your voice was barely audible, but Marco heard you nonetheless.
He chuckled, and you wanted to slap him and ask what was so funny, but he gave you the answer before you could act.
“Why didn’t you just say so?” He asked. “That makes this easy.”
“It does?” You wondered how.
“Yeah. See, I like you, too. I just didn’t know if or when to say something about it. But I guess the time is now,” he said.
Your legs clenched together, and you felt yourself heating up even more. There was no way he just said that.
Suddenly, he was sitting down next to you, and he brought a hand up to cup your face and turn it to him. Your breath caught as you realized your face was only inches from his. “Let me help you,” he whispered.
“O-ok,” you whispered back.
That was the confirmation Marco needed. He brought your lips to his and kissed you hungrily. Your whole body lit up as the two of you finally connected. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and wordlessly lifted it off you. Your bra came next.
“You’re stunning,” he breathed. “Absolutely breathtaking.”
He brought a hand up to caress your breast, kneading it gently in his big hand. You tossed your head back and let out a breathy moan. “Marco!”
“Don’t worry, Dr. Marco will take care of you,” he cooed. “I’ll make you all better, yeah?”
“Please!” You begged.
He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down along with your underwear. Once you were sufficiently naked, he pulled you into his lap, his chest pressed against your back. He spread your legs apart and took in the site of your body.
“Look at how wet you are, just dripping for me,” he hummed.
One hand danced along your skin, feather light touches setting your skin on fire. He brought his hand down to your core and ran his finger along your sopping slit. Picking up some of the wetness, he brought his finger back up to circle your clit, finally giving you what you wanted.
“Oh god, finally!” You moaned as your hips bucked up.
“Hold still, love,” he murmured, nestling his head in the crook of your neck. He continued to circle your clit, building you up up up towards a blissful high. He kissed softly along your neck finally you came, soft moans leaving your lips. “There you go, that was perfect.”
You felt calmer, but still had the effects of the fruit in you. He wasted no time and circled your clit again, this time dipping a finger into your warmth. He added a second one, and curled them to find your sweet spot. Your hips bucked again, and he used his free hand to grab your hips and hold you still.
“Ah, Marco!” You cried. “I’m close again.”
“Good girl,” he praised. “Doing so well for me.” Marco added a third finger and with just a few pumps in and out, you released, gushing fluids all over the couch.
He only paused for a moment before resuming, your body twitching from being overstimulated. “It’s too much,” you whined.
“Shh, just relax,” he soothed. “You want me to make you well again, don’t you?”
You could only nod as he picked up the pace. It didn’t take much to have you release a third time, and your whole body shook with the intensity. Finally, he stopped, allowing you to breathe.
“C-can we be done now?” You asked, voice shaky. You were too exhausted to tell if the effects of the fruit had worn off or not.
“Mh, almost,” Marco responded. “I did say sex was the fix, didn’t I?”
You groaned, feeling yourself clench as you realized what was next. He got up from the couch and pulled his clothes off quickly, tossing them haphazardly across the room. He strolled over to his desk and pulled out a silver wrapper. A condom. Once it was on, he sat back down and grabbed you to pull you into his lap, facing him.
“Need you to ride me, love,” he said. “Doctor’s orders.”
He grabbed his cock, the tip red and already leaking pre cum, and lined it up with your entrance. His other hand grabbed your hips and guided you down onto him, inching you down until he had bottomed out.
“Fuck,” you moaned, and bit your lip to keep quiet.
He grabbed your hips and bounced you up and down on his cock, giving you no time to adjust to his size.
“God, you’re tight,” he praised. “Taking me so well, following doctor’s orders, fuck you’re such a good girl.”
You felt another orgasm closing in, and tears started to form as you tried to ground yourself. You couldn’t even form coherent words, just moaning and babbling nonsense.
“I can feel you getting closer,” Marco groaned. “Go on and cum on my cock. Doctor’s orders.”
You did, gushing fluids out as you collapsed against him, unable to prop yourself up anymore. He took this opportunity to grind your hips down onto him, and he snapped his own hips upwards into you.
“One more, love, just one more,” he pleaded.
His thrusting faltered as he neared his own climax, and as he finished, you felt your body peak one last time. Everything stilled, and you felt a quiet come over you. No more effects from the fruit. Just peace.
Marco slid you up off of him and stood up, then laid you back down onto the couch. He grabbed a cloth and cleaned you up, then threw a blanket across you and made sure you were comfortable. He bent down to kiss your forehead.
“I told you I’d take care of you,” he whispered. “You did so good, now get some rest, love. Doctor’s orders.”
