a/n: ahhh, ochi!! always so happy to write for you <3 plz accept my sincerest apologies for taking so long to get to this, hope you enjoy! ✨
prompt: BOX B - ⑾ Slow, patient foreplay/sex
pairing: Shanks x F!Reader
warnings: nsfw | 18+ content | vaginal sex | initially rushed foreplay | frustrated tears (no dacryphilia) | nipple play | implied fingering | oral sex (f!receiving) | multiple orgasms | soft sex | pet names | sub!reader
word count: ~570
Shanks sighed from his place between your thighs.
The weight of his cock retreating from your cunt made you feel unbearably empty, yet simultaneously relieved. Despite the yearning in your body for all of him, it was just too much too soon. You blinked back tears of frustration, feeling your legs attempt to squeeze together, but his sturdy build remained snug between them, ultimately preventing you from closing in on yourself. His hand rubbed comforting circles into the meat of your tense thigh.
“Baby, look at me,” he urged. The pain in his voice made you do so, and a few stray tears cascaded down your heated cheeks when you met his dark eyes. They weren’t annoyed or disappointed like you had anticipated. Instead, they were tender and reassuring; loving as they stared back at you.
He thumbed away your tears, cupping your cheek, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. That’s not what this is about.”
“I w-want to…” you admitted helplessly, voice scratchy from holding back the flood, “I just…”
You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, gnawing as your overactive brain tried to formulate the correct words without embarrassing yourself or hurting Shanks’ pride. Everything he did felt so unbelievably good, he just…
“Was I moving too fast?”
A wave of relief. You nodded slowly and Shanks pulled you into his chest.
“Shit, angel, I’m so sorry. I admit I was probably a little too eager to feel you around my cock,” he confessed with an airy laugh. Lifting his head to look at you, he grazed his finger along your cheek. “We can take all the time you need.”
His lips crashed onto yours, slow and meticulous. His touch, previously frenzied and impatient, was now relaxed. Gentle. The tenderness of Shanks’ lips on your skin, exploring areas formerly abandoned in the heat of the moment, made all of your anxieties fade away, leaving your body to melt underneath him into the mattress. The curve of your back as his lips kissed along your shoulder made your chest collide with his, giving him easier access to lick and nibble sweetly at your pulsing neckline.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed with a soft smile, “This feel better?”
You sighed in agreement, tangling your fingers in his red locks as his lips trailed down the length of your chest, latching around your pert nipple, then alternating between each breast to give equal amounts of adoration. What was surely minutes felt like hours, the way he carefully laid claim to your body, touching and kissing and sucking and biting at areas you hadn’t even known to be so sensitive; awakening your senses, igniting your arousal.
Your body wracked with pleasure, losing all sense of time and reality as he buried his face in the heat between your legs, licking thick stripes along your drooling pussy to clean up the mess he’d made with his adept finger work. Your head was spinning at how quickly a bubbling heat was beginning to flare in your depths once more, the addictive, white-hot electricity coursing through your veins all over again. You were more than ready for him now, begging for him with pitiful sobs as another orgasm crashed over you. Yet, Shanks showed no signs of removing himself from his place flush against your cunt, finding a newfound enjoyment in taking his time with you. Not teasing, but savoring.
Hi Coop! So excited for the another opening! This time, may I request prompt 9 from the nsfw list, preferably focusing on reader? (I'm absolutely not whining about my back right now xD) Female reader, same characters as last time, so either Law, Luffy or Zoro. If 9 was taken, then 1 or 13 with any combination of gentlemen above would do as a back up! Thank you! 💕
a/n: brb gonna manifest you a Law to give you the massage you deserve 🔮 reader isn’t explicitly chubby, but I included some adjectives that might allude to it 🤫 hope you enjoy it, Basi! <3
prompt: BOX B - ⑼ Massage
pairing: Law x F!Reader
warnings: nsfw | 18+ content | sensual massaging
word count: ~400
Law’s hands are pure heaven.
The feel of them when they tenderly caress you, how expertly they undress you, lithe fingers splayed against your supple bare flesh. It’s like a work of art, rather, you are his work of art as his hands mold and sculpt you. Yet he seems to work backwards by deconstructing you with every professional knead and rub against areas of taut skin, reducing you into mere putty in his hands.
You can’t help but cry out as he finds that spot that’s been debilitating you all damn day. “Ooh, yes, right there.”
Your body melts into the mattress as he hums, focusing on the tension in your body. Skillfully unraveling the tight knots, leaving you a moaning mess because the sensation of Law massaging you is almost better than sex. Almost.
He smirks, “Feel good?”
“So good.” You sigh, “Thank you.”
The sight of you so weak to his touch, growing increasingly pliant as his hands work their magic, paired with lewd satisfaction spilling from your lips into the suddenly stifling cabin air, is enough to make the blood rush straight to Law’s loins. His hands travel southward, continuing to massage down the length of your body and kneading into areas where you were hardly sore. Not yet, anyway.
You stiffen for a split second as his hands follow the curve of your ass, pawing at the doughy flesh, thumbs encircling dangerously close to your cunt.
“Law…” You call out, almost like a warning, yet making no effort to stop his wandering hands.
He easily flips you over onto your back, revealing your bare tits to the open air and he’s just as quick to knead them, squeezing gently until you’re spilling forth more cries of pleasure. An octave higher than your previous ones because you are so incredibly sensitive to his touch and the erotic intentions behind his massaging hands. They travel down your body once more, tattooed fingers dragging along your soft stomach, until he grips your thighs, pinning them back until you’re folded so prettily, panty-soaked cunt on full display.
You whine as his thumbs rub comforting circles into the backs of your thighs, contrasting with the devious grin painted on his lips, “Still so tense, baby.” He places a kiss against your suspended ankle, “I think there’s some other places that need massaging. Relax and let me help you.”
Setting the mood nsfw prompt with lucky roo , benn beckman or shanks please ? Sorry if I’ve done this wrong I hope you have a great day
a/n: tell me why Your Man by Josh Turner was stuck in my head while writing this?? sorry this is so late, I hope you enjoy <3
prompt: BOX B - ⑸ Setting the mood
pairing: Benn x F!Reader
warnings: nsfw | 18+ content | dirty talk | vaginal fingering | mentions of sex but not any actual sex, I’m the worst 🥸
word count: ~510
Being intimate out on the open sea onboard a crowded ship that housed one of the most infamous pirate crews, of which your lover just so happened to be the first mate of, was most certainly a challenge.
The two of you were no strangers to rendezvousing in long forgotten storage closets in between duties or sneaking in a quickie when no one was around to fulfill intimacy. The induced creativity in locations and positions was thrilling, as were the chances of getting caught, but you deserved more than bruises and sore muscles from Benn taking you against harsh surfaces or cobwebs in your hair from dingy, old storage closets. So when the Red Force docked after months of non-stop traversing to load up on supplies and empty out a few bars, Benn didn’t have to talk his way out of commission. Shanks was more than happy to gift the entire ship to his favorite couple, minus some swabbies stuck on cleaning duty who received direct orders to avoid the first mate’s floor.
A romantic at heart, Benn found delight in setting the mood in your shared bedroom with soft lamp lighting and flower petals. He scattered them on the bed, some falling to the floor, and as he stood back to observe, he pondered for a moment, then scoffed in uncertainty. Was this actually horrendously cheesy? Just as he began picking up the petals amidst second-guessing, you entered the room. He stiffened as he turned to you, anxiously awaiting your reaction at his tacky attempt at being romantic. Only to be surprised when you pushed him back onto the bed, petals leaping into the air and floating down gently around him as you climbed atop him with equal grace, straddling his lap.
“What’s the occasion?” You smiled in between placing kisses along his fevered skin, slightly worried you had missed an important date. His hands gripped at your waist, encouraging you closer and to continue your ministrations.
“We’re alone for once. Just want…” he huffed, “to make love to you, angel.”
You hummed in response, loosening the sash around his waist and helping him out of his shirt. His skin ignited in the wake of your fingers delicately tracing along his softened muscles. It had felt like an eternity since you touched him so sensually. He was eager to return the favor as he rolled you over to top you and help you out of your own clothes.
“You’re so good to me, Benn.” You sighed as he kissed along your neck; begging for more of his kisses, more of his touches as you arched into him. Out of pure habit, you were quick to grab his stiff cock to guide it towards your entrance, but he stopped you and you whined in protest.
“Shh, we don’t have to rush tonight, love.” His thumb brushed across your pouting bottom lip before dipping down to spread your lower lips apart. You gasped as he slowly pushed a finger inside and he smiled lovingly, “We’ve got all night. Let’s take our time.”
Could I request Prompt ⑿: "Not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd“ from the fluff section for Smoker/Perospero or Doflamingo with a female reader, please? Maybe reader is the one getting lost...
Thanks in advance
a/n: ok ok I seriously don’t know why all my writings are ending up so long ahsjsb and I feel like this piece is all over the place idk I just think smoker has seen a lot of shit in his life so he’s low key constantly worried about his s/o </3 prompt doesn’t happen until the very end I’m sorry, I really hope you like it tho!!
prompt: BOX B - ⑿ Not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd
pairing: Smoker x F!Reader
warnings: worrywart Smoker
word count: ~590
In all his years of grueling marine training, life or death battles, and public speeches, nothing has ever made Smoker panic more than losing you in this crowd.
It’s his first day off in weeks, and there just conveniently happens to be a parade going on at the base he is stationed at. You were so excited when you showed him the flyer after he came home from work, and Smoker has been undeniably negligent of taking you out since he’s been so swamped with duty. Although you have been understanding and patient through it all, something he deeply cherishes about you, he wanted to thank you properly with a date you rightfully deserve. But right now, as he frantically searches for you in the bustling crowd, he’s painfully reminded of why it’s sometimes not good for his health to take you out.
He knows you can’t help it when your excitement gets the better of you. Another thing he secretly adores, but it proves to be troublesome from time to time when Smoker assumes the worst when your safety is not ensured by his side. As soon as he notices your absence, his mind begins racing with infinite questions and possibilities. How long have you been gone? Did you fall and break your leg? Hit your head, leaving you unconscious on the ground? Has somebody kidnapped you? Was a pirate with a grudge against the Vice Admiral holding you for ransom? Did someone more handsome and gentle with a less demanding work life, making him readily available to take you out on all the dates you wanted, steal you away from him?
To make matters worse, the encouraged dress code for this parade makes everyone look similar. Smoker stands out like a sore thumb in his casual attire of shorts and an untucked button down, but of course you have to partake in every activity to a T, making it all the more difficult to find you. That doesn’t stop him from approaching anyone who resembles your build, spinning them around rather forcefully to search for your face, earning him a few unsavory reactions and countless unfamiliar faces. His heart is racing, palms sweating, and there’s a twisting in his gut as he starts to worry himself sick.
“Smoker, honey, over here!”
Like a break in the storm, your voice calls out above the noise. When Smoker’s eyes land on yours, a deep sense of relief washes over him, drowning him far too deep to stay mad at you. He hurries over, inspecting you for injury and it takes everything within him to not pull you into a crushing hug.
“Where have you been?” He grumbles, maintaining his gruff demeanor.
You offer him an innocent smile, which you both know he is not immune to, as you lift up your hands. “Got us some ice cream! I was trying to find a stand with the flavor you like. This was the only one...”
He takes the ice cream you hand him, sporting a betraying blush which he attempts to cover up by discarding his cigars. When he turns back to you, you’re surprised to see how sheepish he is as he offers you his hand, whispering, “Don’t wander off like that again. Please.”
You give him an apologetic nod as you place your hand in his. Guilt short-lived as he securely interlocks his fingers with yours and you are more than happy to stay by his side for the rest of the evening. Safe and sound.
Hello again!!! If you don’t mind I’d like prompt 1 from the fluff list for the box B opening with Law, Sanji, or Ace? Congrats again!!! Thank you💙
a/n: this ended up super long but only bc I’m a sucker for hopeless romantic ace and the trope(s) I included in this piece 🤧 I hope it didn’t turn out too cheesy and that you enjoy it! <3
prompt: BOX B - ⑴ First kiss
pairing: Ace x GN!Reader
warnings: friends to lovers mayhaps? 👀
word count: ~560
“Hey there, birthday boy.” You grin as Ace joins you on the upper deck, “Is tonight’s star partied out already?”
He scrunches his nose, “You know they find any excuse to celebrate. This is more for them than it is for me.”
“Nah, you’re worthy of a thousand celebrations.” You bump against his hip playfully and he smiles as he returns the favor. After a few moments of silence, you notice the quiver of his lips, and you’ve known Ace long enough to know he’s always confident with his words, hardly restrained, especially around you.
“Spit it out.”
He looks at you incredulously for a moment before rubbing the back of his neck, “It’s going to sound stupid.”
“I’ll allow it, since it’s your birthday.”
He bumps you again, exhaling a loud breath before continuing, “Remember that deal we made three years ago?”
You ponder for a moment, “The one where you said you’d get a tattoo of my face if I ever beat you at arm wrestling?”
“No! You’re just making that up.” He pouts.
You chuckle, poking at his jutted lip, “Okay, true. Well refresh me because I don’t remember.”
“You know…” His hands twist nervously, “Where we said we would...if we didn’t…”
The obvious nervousness he displays helps one specific memory come flooding back to you, and suddenly, you are heated from head to toe. “Oh...oh. Yeah, that one.”
“Yeah…” He trails off, feeling somewhat relieved to see you just as nervous about it as him, but also terrified that he’s making a mistake in bringing up the silly deal. The one where if either of you hadn’t kissed anyone by Ace’s 20th birthday, you would be each other’s first kiss.
“So you haven’t…?”
“Nah. Have you?”
Why did you get a fluttering, almost hopeful feeling in your stomach when he admitted he hadn’t kissed anyone yet? “No. I haven’t.”
He turns to look at you, genuine surprise on his features, “Really?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. You’re the pretty boy.”
“You think I’m pretty?” A cheerful smile stretches across his face.
You roll your eyes, “Do you want your kiss or not?”
His mouth drops, “Really? We don’t have to if you’re--”
“We made a deal didn’t we? Besides, it’s...just a kiss, right?” What could be harmful about a friendly kiss between friends?
“Yeah,” he responds quietly, “just a kiss.”
You slowly lean closer and Ace follows suit. There’s a moment of hesitation when your noses brush against each other, the intimacy of your breaths mingling in the cold air, and you see his dark eyes staring at you softly behind his lashes. His fingers ghost your arm, reassurances follow in the wake of his touch, giving you the confidence to close the gap as you land your lips on his.
Neither of you move for what feels like years, lips simply puckered against each other as your racing minds try to make sense of this unfamiliar sensation. It’s stiff, it’s awkward, but it’s also incredibly endearing. The both of you are unsure what to do with yourselves but share a silent agreement that something about this newfound affection feels somehow meant to be.
Scared to admit it, he had truthfully saved his first kiss for you. And in this moment, feeling you slowly, curiously start to move your lips against his, he is thankful he had waited.
Hi. First of all, congratz for the event yaay, you're a great writer! And, if it was not taken yet, I'd like to request something for the NSFW list, prompt 13 (Polyamory) with the top 3 being: Kid, Killer and Law. Gender can be what you're most comfortable with. Thank you very much <3
a/n: I- I have no excuse for this. I lost all self control for this one, I’m so sorry 🙈 I hope this doesn’t come off as hella self indulgent lmao thank you for all your sweet words, anon! hope you enjoy <3
prompt: BOX B - ⒀ Polyamory
pairing: Kid x F!Reader x Killer
warnings: nsfw | 18+ content | dirty talk | one use of “slut” | spit roast | deep throating | vaginal sex | polyamory
word count: ~670
You supposed it was inevitable to catch feelings for Killer when a spontaneous threesome, at the time a humorous suggestion made by your boyfriend, quickly developed into a recurring activity.
He was the opposite of Kid in notable ways when it came to sex. Kid was unrestrained, a wild storm of brutal thrusts and aggressive affections as he fucked you senseless until making an utter mess of you. Killer was more relaxed, quietly taking his time with you as he grew accustomed to your body and pleasures. By no means gentle as it was rather impossible for a man of his heavy build to be, but still, the feeling of his calloused hands caressing your skin, thick fingers squeezing lightly around your neck was strikingly soft when compared to Kid’s bruising grip.
Yet, the more the three of you found yourselves entangled late in the night, the quicker you realized the two best friends were subtly teaching one another how to fuck you best; trading expertise until you were unsure of what either of them were truly better at. You almost felt guilty for somehow earning the best of both worlds, but when Kid and Killer discovered their insatiable desire to conquer you together, it was pointless to think about anything else except succumbing to the immense pleasures they so easily brought you as a pair.
“Such a good girl.” Killer’s fingers tangled in your hair, new-found confidence laced in his low tone, “You like having two cocks in you, huh? Pretty little slut.”
You whimpered around his length as he forced himself deeper inside your aching mouth. Slow and careful in typical Killer fashion, but you still ended up gagging from the sheer girth that your constricting throat struggled to accommodate. There was a sadistic grin on his smeared lips as he hummed with satisfaction at your choking, hardly releasing you to catch your breath before he was shoving himself back down with a strong hand on the back of your head.
“Fuck,” Kid groaned from behind you as he struggled to push back in, “She’s squeezing me so fucking tight.” He rolled his hips slowly into you, matching Killer’s controlled bobbing of your head, and kneaded into the flesh of your ass as he encouraged you with uncharacteristic saccharine to, “Ease up, baby, let me in. Wanna fill up your sweet cunt.”
Another of your moans around Killer’s throbbing dick had his head falling back against the headboard as he stifled his own moan with a sharp exhale through gritted teeth. Even through your teary vision, he looked so unfairly pretty. The veins in his neck protruded as he panted for air, sweat cascading down his tanned skin as his hips snapped rhythmically into your mouth for friction. You felt your heart flip in your chest when his head lowered, soft blue eyes studying you with unwavering adoration as his thumb wiped tenderly at stray tears as if he wasn’t hindering your breathing with his thick cock lodged in your throat.
Kid bent down to trail kisses along the length of your spine, breathing filthy praises against your damp skin as his fingers dug crescent-shaped marks into your right hip while he continued rutting unfathomably deep inside your fluttering cunt, “We making you feel good, doll? You ready to cum for us?”
You pulled off of Killer’s cock with a slick pop as you gasped for air, sputtering out a hysteric, “Yes, yes, please! I love you!”
Your eyes were screwed shut as you resumed sucking off Killer and met Kid’s thrusts enthusiastically, the bubbling white hot heat quickly enveloping you. Meanwhile, Kid and Killer exchanged a brief, stunned look as your three words hung thick in the air while they chased their highs with you; their heads swimming as they realized your three little words weren’t meant for just one, and they were surprisingly accepting of it.
This was beyond subduing primal urges after all. This was love in its rawest form.
Well, sucks for me 😂 let’s try again 😂 nsfw with a female reader and number 4 (surprise visit) again with Sakazuki, Rob Lucci or Kaido? 🙈💖
a/n: ahhh, I’m sorry, I know the box openings were a bit hectic! I probably won’t do fcfs again for a while 🙈 I hope what I’ve provided for you makes it worth it tho!! not a whole lot of sex, but there is still some Lucci naughtiness ❤️🔥
You know it to be impossible to genuinely surprise Lucci. Still, you anticipate a savory reaction when he returns to his room, finding you on his bed in nothing but one of his spare shirts.
The wait for him to return is agonizing. You almost fall asleep twice as it is getting late into the night. Damn meetings. At times you are convinced Cipher Pol’s true intentions are to keep the two of you apart. Try as they might, nothing could possibly keep you away from him. And in the privacy of your home, tucked away into the safety of a shared embrace, he’s vowed to you the same thing.
You smile as you toy with the band on your finger. A year and some change old, but still fresh on the heart as it leaps with joy every time your eyes glance at the dainty ring. They said he’d never settle down; no existing heart to share with another. Proving them wrong is your guilty pleasure.
The jangling of the door knob brings you out of your thoughts and your heart beat is near deafening. The ache to see his face again, to touch him, taste him becomes overwhelming when he slowly opens the door to reveal his full frame.
He blinks at you once, twice. The deep crease between his brows softening, “(Name)?”
“It’s me, love.” You affirm sweetly.
Before you can blink, he swiftly closes the door and slams you back against the mattress. The warm weight of him revives a sense of intimacy you’ve longed for for months on end. His eager hands roam your figure, squeezing and groping you all over to ensure your presence. You can even feel the smile on his lips as he litters your skin with tender affections. A small one remaining as he stops to look down at you.
“Missed me?” You ask as you cup his cheek with a coy smile.
He is quick to wipe that smirk off your face with his sinful lips, tongue instantly diving deep to tangle with yours as he kisses you fervently. Losing himself against your lips until you’re begging for air. There’s a small string of saliva connecting the two of you when he pulls away, snapping when he mutters a low, “I’d be happy to show you how much.”
“You don’t want to tell me about the meeting first?” You giggle amidst gasps and moans as he parts your legs to slide between them, trailing kisses and settling against your hips.
“Your attire,” he begins, sneaking his hands underneath the shirt, grinning in approval when discovering you to be totally bare underneath, “or rather lack thereof, gives me the notion you’re not here to talk about insipid meetings.” He leans down to suck sharp kisses into the supple flesh of your thighs, hiking the shirt up teasingly as he locks eyes with you, tongue soothing over the blooming bruises. “Or have I miscalculated?”
“No sir.” You sigh in anticipation as his breath ghosts your throbbing cunt, making you clench around nothing right before his hungry eyes.
“Good girl.” He hums as a lithe finger pushes inside, “Now, let’s see how much my wife’s pretty little pussy has missed me.”
Hi, if you don't mind, I'd love to request something for your event ^^ If that is okay with you, could I ask for nr. 8 in the fluffy list with reader having soft hands for either Ace, Rosinante or Shanks? I hope you are doing well and that you will have fun doing this event. Thank you a lot for organizing it and for all your lovely writing <3 Take care <3
a/n: someone tell me why I’m so melodramatic sometimes 😩 this could have been just a simple soft hand holding scenario but noooooo. oh well, I hope you like how it turned out! couldn’t resist writing for sweet Rosi and his hands <3 much love!
prompt: BOX B - ⑻ Calloused hands in soft hands
pairing: Rosinante x GN!Reader
warnings: kinda angsty? but it’s supposed to be fluffy I promise, Rosi is just an insecure bb 🥺
word count: ~390
Rosinante’s hands, considerably larger than your own, tremble lightly as you hold them.
His hands, worn by years of Marine training and stress-peeling, dry and cracked from endlessly stuffing them inside the pockets of his tight jeans, are far removed from a comfortable hold. Fingers, long and slender, having only known the warmth from countless cigarettes since early teenage years and the occasional burn from inexplicable coat fires, are icy against your radiating warmth. Years of catching unforgiving earth as he mitigated one thousand (now one thousand and one) graceless falls, his hands are truly undeserving of the tender haven your hands offer.
He feels your deft fingers graze over every callous, every scar as if a single touch from you could heal all wounds buried deep beneath his inured skin. Rosinante isn’t one to believe in miraculous healing, but some deity had to be at play when designing your healing touch. What had a troublesome human such as a Donquixote done to deserve such a blessing?
“So soft…” He mutters under his breath.
The pads of your fingers are like silk against his skin, soft and pillowy as they inspect for injury; as if he wasn’t littered with cicatrices all over. He observes with bated breath as your fingers ghost along his, lingering. He expects you to comment on the poor conditions of his hands, how rough and scaly they must feel against your smooth ones. Yet, you’re quiet as you flip his hands over with grace and continue to hold them firmly. Your thumbs rub the tops of his hands in comforting motions, and a tingling sense of hope blooms in the wake of your gentle caressing.
“Rosi, are you okay? That was a nasty fall.”
All attempts at playing it cool are shattered as he falls shy under your stare, averting his eyes and hoping you don’t catch the warm blush creeping up his neck, “I’ll be alright.”
“You can hold my hand.” You smile up at him sweetly as you wrap your hand around his to hold it properly, squeezing for maximum reassurance. “Wouldn’t want you to trip again!”
Flustered as he may be, he finds it easy to squeeze you right back, silently praying you don’t plan to let go any time soon. And for once, he is grateful for his clumsiness.
