30+ who has no idea what to do with tumblr anymore, oh boy. Currently publishing my work on AO3. I do have a wattpad account but I'm still figuring out what the heck to do with it in terms of publishing. We'll see what happens over here as I tentatively dip my toe back into posting on tumblr!
Hi! You can call me Logan. I am in my thirties (oh how the time has flown), I use she/her/they/them pronouns and I am someone who wrote fanfiction feverishly as a teenager and am really only just now returning to publishing work online. Currently I'm writing exclusively for One Piece - there are other things I love but that's my current focus
You can blame people like @quinloki and @mamaalpha / @zoros-sheath for dragging me out of my cave and back onto the interwebs. I haven't used tumblr in a very long time either so we shall see how this goes. If I go oddly quiet, chances are I'm just spoon-gathering.
Also mad props to my irl bestie, scrubdouble who encourages me and makes me awesome art (and sometimes indulges me with silly scribbles when I bat my lashes just right and she has the spoons herself.) She is the person who introduced me to anime and maybe I would have found it on my own anyway but I still owe her for being my gateway drug ;) You should check out her work because she's awesome.
TheAceofFlames on AO3
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During the Punk Hazard Arc in AKG would you prefer:
Law fakes chest pain, allows his capture knowing he's replaced sea stone
Law fights Vergo then and there, but is overwhelmed in some way by he and Monet
Law fights Vergo then and there, changing the course of events more drastically
Voting ended onMay 4
As of Chapter 17 of AKG: Legendary, Aurora has swapped her heart for Law's. His is safely tucked away in Aurora's chest, and her heart is in Vergo's grasp.
Our seer is in pain, but Law is free to act as he pleases without the threat to his heart to hold him back.
Therefore, the question above is do you want to see:
Law faking the pain, and allowing himself to be captured anyway. He knows he's replaced some of the sea stone, so he knows there'll be a way to escape. He is a planner, he can work with this. It does keep things much closer to canon, admittedly, with Aurora in danger from Vergo instead and leaving the group she's with helpless to do more than carry her with them. OR
Law fights Vergo and Monet right then and there – but in some way is overwhelmed by the two of them. He ends up captured, but again we still follow canon more closely – again with Aurora being the one in danger from Vergo and leaving the group she's with helpless to do more than carry her with them. OR
Law fights Vergo (and potentially Monet) right then and there, and things change course a lot more drastically. (Who knows, maybe the SHs recognised the feeling of lower oxygen in the air thanks to their exposure to Aurora and there's just a lot more outright brawling to come back to?)
I think all of these options are viable, but I'm curious to know what you want to see as a reader. Do you want it to be closer to canon, or do you want bigger deviations from canon? I can understand either way and I have ideas either way. I just don't know which direction to pick.
The poll was surprisingly successful last time (it had so many more votes than I anticipated, 20 votes might not sound like a lot but I was kind of expecting it would maybe have 5 or so.) and I figure why not open it up to you again?
Please also feel free to comment/reblog/send me your thoughts as well if you would like to do that! And thank you for your support, I am a lucky author :)
I LOVE this, because I love the whole "here's the world setup for the AU, and the two main characters want nothing to do with it" XD I'm teasing it a bit in Brat Tamer, but it's secondary to the real focus for that one. I think Kid's a great choice for this premise /nod nod/
I think we have both said how fun it would be to write this in the past!
Honestly both my WG marriage ones are them really wanting to go against it. Except the Mayor Crocodile one can probably get away with manipulating the system, whereas Kid and Reader/OC are kinda shit outta luck even if they don't wanna get with it.
But I do love the idea of that... initial resentment before they both realise that neither of them wanna play ball, only to figure out that oh no – that's attractive to me.
I think another fun one to play with could be the Charlotte family, because I feel like Big Mom would probably try and get them out of the match if she had someone in mind and really try to orchestrate things early – but if she failed, there could be some fun in the tension of being the one she didn't get to choose for her child, but the one she got stuck with.
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I was tagged by @quinloki and I don't think my list has changed that much since last time? But nonetheless, here it is. You can find my previous answers at #logan answers
-:- A King’s Gold / A King's Gold: The Intermission / A King's Gold: Legendary
A series - so the first two linked are finished, then the third one is ongoing and at chapter 16. This is a follow along fix-it style, with polyships and the like. All three together make up just over 500k in words. Up to Punk Hazard.
Current ship/s: Roronoa Zoro/Heart D. Aurora(OC)/Portgas D. Ace, Roronoa Zoro/Heart D. Aurora(OC), Roronoa Zoro/Portgas D. Ace, Portgas D. Ace/Sanji
-:- Assassin AU - Roronoa Zoro/OC
This is still just a fledgling idea. Sparked by me watching Mr & Mrs Smith, and just wanting to play with deadly people having hot sex probably after failing to kill one another.
-:- Check on the Librarian - Eustass Kid/OC(/Killer?)
Also a fledgling idea - but its essentially the desire to have a character who looks very unassuming, the researcher etc. This may well be a modern AU? Either way, the crew comes under fire and it's a hard fight when they realise oh fuck, we need to check on the librarian. Turns out she may be small but she is mighty. Will probably be short. One shot?
-:- Figure Skater AU - Sanji/OC/Roronoa Zoro
This one is a bit more fleshed out. Modern AU. Sanji & OC are figure skating partners. OC gets injured. Zoro, a hockey player, offers to stand in. OC has to work out if she's jealous they still get to skate, or jealous that they're skating together type deal.
-:- Illusionist - Eustass Kid/OC/Killer
This one has been gnawing at my brain for a bit! I really want to write it. Our illusionist ate a devil fruit, obviously that allows for illusions but also some mindfuckery. Originally she's using it to put on performances but winds up with the Kid Pirates. While she and Kid click much faster, Killer is more of a slowburn. May be a two parter? Possible cliff-hanger for the first part. (Idea called Sink Away - incorporated here tbh)
-:- Keeper - Portgas D. Ace
I think this one will stay a WIP tbh, this is what I started writing before I changed tracks and wrote AKG. I was inspired by an idea from an abandoned fic on AO3, that has since been revived and restarted. So this one will probably stay for myself. But it does still live in my drafts currently. It involved the OC being able to communicate with logia fruit users and some interesting encounters with Doflamingo.
Involves OC/Reader who is an isekai but doesn't know she's an isekai. She's sort of aware that things are familiar, but can't work out why. She also has a photographic/eidetic memory. She finds herself on Kid's bad side because she interrupts a meeting and an important map gets destroyed, but when she can recreate it from memory he realises he's got someone useful on hand. Definitely establishes the relationship with Heat first, a bit slower with the others.
-:- Library Underworld
Super fledgling idea. Character runs a library on the surface, and has officials convinced she's just a mild mannered librarian. The reality is she's fully immersed in the underworld, and the library is just a cover for her and her clients. They check out books, they get what they need. It will have a ship at some point but I'm not sure where I want to go with that. Please feel free to ask questions and make suggestions for that xD
-:- Mayor Crocodile - Modern AU - Sir Crocodile/OC
Absolutely inspired by @lyndsyh24's World Government mandated marriages, and reinforced by @quinloki's take on the same thing. Essentially involves Mayor Crocodile hand-picking his own bride through the program so he can be seen supporting it while also maintaining his own goals/ambitions.
-:- Mundane Kaku AU - Kaku/OC(reader?)
Slice of life fic until it's not anymore. Kaku's cover never got burned, so he's still living in Water 7 with his local girlfriend. Things come to a head when Cipher Pol try to call him back in and Kaku does not respond. Lucci arrives to clean house.
-:- Seer Doffy - Heart D. Aurora/???
Alternate Universe for AKG specifically. Kind of bumps up the timeline? If everything happened a little sooner, including her birth... What happened if Aurora found Doflamingo instead of Luffy? Kind of the dark side of AKG, but still with a redemption arc. Would involve some Aurora/Doffy, but not as the endgame. Law would potentially be in the running, but could also take more of a turn than that.
-:- Soulseries - Various
A series of one shots I'm working on that involve different soulmate tropes. I'm part way through a Ace/Reader/Marco one shot but would like to do a whole bunch.
-:- Stick it Out - Roronoa Zoro/Edward Harlan
Chapter 5 of who knows how many. Modern AU. Harlan is Ace's twin, and one of Edward Newgate's adopted children. Kind fluffy family stuff at the moment. Will have some drama, thanks to Sakazuki and Teach but is largely a feel good fic. I desperately need to write more of it bc I really do enjoy it. Nothing like little sister Harlan calling Marco "big bird" and big brother Marco calling her "baby bird" in return.
-:- Ten Year Age Gap - Dracule Mihawk/OC
Fledgling. The desire for this came about because I kept seeing fics with more like a 20 year age gap, and I'm not griping but it's more like a 10 year age gap between Mihawk and myself, so I just wanted to write something that's a little closer to my reality.
-:- The Slider Chronicles - Heat/Reader/Killer
Inspired by Fryboy, and later Archer because I could 1000% imagine Heat dressed up, full face paint and doing the sliding thing at halloween haunts. Also added flavour inspiration by Mobshity because Killer has an OnlyFans. Meetcute involves reader getting knocked over by a stranger because of a scare by Heat, and he looks after them feeling guilty. Cute AF. Reader has a stalker problem, all while chemistry between she and Heat, and she and Killer grow. Was originally going to just be Heat/Reader but the poly in me kicked in too hard and Killer wandered on in.
-:- Vampire Song Inspo - Heat/OC
One day I was listening to music on shuffle during a walk, and Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo came on. And then all I wanted to do was write a fic where the OC releases said song. She's Katakuri's daughter, and it's a bit of a... there's her side, there's Akainu's side and there's the truth. Big Mom wants to use OC to take down Akainu, a thorn in the family's side. Akainu wants to use her to take down the Charlotte family. And OC really just wants to get to be herself.
Involves good dad Katakuri.
NEW SINCE LAST TIME:
-:- Modern AU WG Marriage - Eustass Kid/OC
Set in the same universe as mentioned I was inspired by before - but this time with Eustass Kid as the OC/reader's match. He does not want to get married and have babies. Jokes on him, neither do you.
-:- Trophy Husband/Boytoy - Eustass Kid/OC
I could almost make a series out of this tbh. Fledgling still, but OC is a self-made, rich and successful woman probably 10-15 years older than Kid. I'm sure other characters could fit but I just feel like Kid would really take this and run with it. If I ever get it online, you'll see what I mean. But essentially I wanted to take someone who professionally runs in some stuffy circles, and she's like nah I don't care about a rich older man, I want me a hot younger guy who can run circles around them. And then she surprises Kid and his friends by being perfectly willing to get dirty and have fun.
-:- Post Enies Lobby Secretary? - Paulie/OC
Fledgling. There's a position that needs filling now Kalifa is gone, and OC is the one to take it. Slowburn. I want to give Paulie more love.
-:- Marine Rescue - Lucci/OC
Fledgling. Lucci gets sent on a rescue mission. He doesn't do relationships. When he's the one abandoned by the navy and knows no one is coming, that's just business. But OC is determined.
Okay, there we go that's all of them I have listed.
Feel free to ask whatever you like - and I will tag a few people who really don't need to follow along if they don't want to. Sorry if I've doubled up on anyone etc.
Thatch/Fem!Reader
Timeline: Post Marriage, Pre-Baby
You don't have to have read Hey Doll, in order to follow what happens. but the relationship is based off the main fic.
Summary: Doll takes charge, and Thatch thinks he might die and go to heaven.
CW: oral sex, reader on top, light bondage, soft and sweet and cute, honestly. 18+
You had been such a flushed, nervous wreck, when you asked Thatch if you could take control, that it took him five minutes to be able to answer you. Not that he was complaining.
Then, or now.
Laid out on the bed, Thatch is shirtless, his arms up over his head, and your breasts in his face. You’re so small compared to him that you’re straddling his chest, struggling to get his wrists tied to the headboard.
“D-don’t,” you practically whimper the words when his breath rolls over your bare skin. You know he wants to use his mouth, but you’re trying your best to get the knots right. You don’t want him to slip free of the ropes, but you also don’t want to cut off circulation accidentally. “I need—Neeeeeed!” His tongue swipes over your nipple. “Ah, to, to concentrate.” You insist, shifting until you’ve smushed his face against the space between your breasts.
“Nawt complainin’,” he mutters against your skin, kissing the space he can reach softly.
“There,” you scoot back, hands on his chest, legs on either side of his waist, giving him an exaggerated pout. “Behave, Bear.”
“Best nickname ever.” He says with a grin, crinkling his nose when you kiss the tip of it. “If behavin’ means not kissing you, Doll, I might be aimin’ to misbehave already.”
“Behaving means laying back and letting me do what I want.” You do your best to assert. “To you. So… stay.”
You’re so adorable he’s not sure what to do with himself, but he wants you to be satisfied by the end of this, so he relaxes into the bed, and gives you a smile.
“As you wish.” He hums, enjoying the way your flushed face blots your skin all the way down to the space between your breasts.
Aside from a very mini skirt, you’re not wearing anything else. The two of you had been slowly, and carefully pulling clothes off one another for the better part of the evening after a light dinner. On nights where there weren’t any plans, or when Thatch didn’t have to be up early for the bakery, you took your time. Foreplay could last an hour, if not a little longer, and recently you’d both begun experimenting a little, bringing lingerie and sexy outfits into things.
You were more adventurous than he had expected, and he was certain that he was going to be looking up munches in the area soon. Or workshops for bondage, at this rate, at the very least.
When things were just about to really heat up, you’d asked him if you could be in charge. His brain had stopped working for a moment, and you’d worried you’d overstepped. It took a little bit to untangle it all, but now here he was, eyes barely able to stay focused as you pressed kisses into his skin, slowly working your way down his chest to his stomach.
The kisses were warm, a little dry. You were nervous, but each one felt so good, sending pleasant shivers into Thatch’s spine. The light touch of your fingers tickled a little, but he was strong enough to endure a little unintentional tickling.
When your fingers started tugging at the waistband of his pants he nearly short circuited again. It only took him a second to lift his hips, doing what he could to help as you tug his pants down to his thighs.
Kissing up his legs, he was hard by the time you got back to his hips. Flushed and full mast, he couldn’t help the rush of blood into his own face, cock twitching as your fingers and kisses moved around it. He’d certainly teased you enough before now that he didn’t have any room to complain, but it didn’t stop him from letting soft moans and hisses pass his lips when you drew closer.
“You always stop me.” You say, putting a hand around his shaft. “But you say you’re okay with it, so you can’t stop me this time.”
The way you’re so resolved is cute, but also he’s about to bust as it is.
That sweet pink tongue slips passed your lips and along his tip and he whimpers.
Gods above and below it feel so good. Your fingers twitch against his length and you lick again, a little heavier, a little longer. Saliva slicks his tip and you kiss against the throbbing head and he’s already wondering which is more likely to break, the ropes or the headboard.
“D-Doll,” his voice is coarse, and you’ve only just started.
“Stay,” you command again, leaning down and taking his tip into your mouth.
Thatch is adamant to not swear around you. Not the ways he would around his brothers at least. He doesn’t mean to treat you like a child or anything, but you’re so sweet and he just wants to be a gentleman for you. But when your head bobs down on his length the second time you press your tongue against the back of his cock and he can’t keep the word contained between his teeth.
“Ffff—uck.” He tries to snap it off in his throat, but he’s going to lose his mind.
Soft, wet, and incredibly warm. Your tongue licks again and your fingers work spit further down before you go down again and his fingernails are digging into his palms. The only reason he hadn’t ever let you give him head before was because he knew he wasn’t going to last. Just thinking about it was enough to get him to cum when he was jerking himself off, and the real thing was way better than his imagination.
“You like how I taste, Thatch.” You say sweetly and all he can do is whimper openly this time. “I want to know.”
Desperate to think of anything to distract himself, various images and people scroll through his thoughts, but you moan against him when you go down again and he can’t see anything except the crystal clear view he has right now.
You’re holding his cock in your hands, coming up from just barely past the tip, before you lean down and lick all the way up the length, eyes finding his in the soft light of the bedroom. Blood rushes to his face so fast its dizzying, and into his cock so fast he’s actually cold for a split second before it evens out.
“Please,” you make the request despite being in charge right now, and when your mouth consumes him again he can’t take it anymore.
“Kuh-cumming!” He gasps. “I’m cumming Doll, don’t—don’t-.”
You go deeper, taking even more of him in at his words, and his voice stutters. He can feel you start to gag and he can’t do anything about it because he’s already emptying into your mouth. You pull back a bit, a mix of surprise and satisfaction, swallowing against his tip and making his legs twitch from the extra stimulation.
“Sweet gods,” he husks, while you start stroking his shaft with your hand, urging more out of him. “Doll, Doll, pluh-please…”
Lifting your head up, his cock releasing from your lips with a soft pop, you look up at him with a confused expression for a moment. When you lick your lips, Thatch is worried he’s going to cum a second time and cover your face.
Laying back, he gives himself a break by staring at the ceiling.
“I did good,” you say, half statement, half question, and Thatch chuckles.
“Yeah, Doll, you did great.”
“Then, I can ride you.” You assert.
“Bwah-huh?” Thatch’s brain can’t keep up.
“I’m in charge, and I’m doing good, so I’m going to keep going.” You hum, kissing his soft length and watching it twitch.
“S-sure Doll,” he agrees, wondering how he’ll survive this.
“Good Boy,” you say, and watch Thatch go rock hard again.
“Ohmygod.” His head is turned to the side, tucked into his arm.
You kiss the tip before moving off the bed to get some lube. “I think it’s cute.”
“The things you learn about yourself when you let your wife do as she wants.” Thatch mutters, smiling at you as you get back on the bed. The title makes you blush. You’d gone through a lot to end up together.
Given all you’d gone through, you were proud of yourself to even ask to take control, let alone how much you were enjoying it.
“It’s going to be cold, I’m sorry.”
“S’alright, Doll.”
The cool lube was what Thatch needed right now, something to ease the tension in his guts. He often spent most of the night taking you apart with his mouth and hands, because he’d needed time to recover from cumming in his pants before he could go any further. All the sounds you made, the way you smelled, the fact that he was the luckiest man in the world to get matched with you, it was too much.
“I can’t get my fingers as deep as you can,” you say quietly, so quietly Thatch isn’t sure he was supposed to hear you, so he doesn’t react to your words.
Just to the sight of you working lube into your pretty pussy.
He might have to ask you to do that more often. Maybe ask you to masturbate for him. He wonders if you could do something like that, you’re usually so painfully shy he’s impressed you’re going this far right now.
You’re short enough, and he’s wide enough in the hips, that you can’t easily straddle him, so you end up settling above his cock, shifting back until your slicked heat nudges against his length. Once you know where he is, you reach back and start to line him up.
Feeling it all, without being able to see, watching you work, and having your breasts press against his stomach while you struggle to reach is enough to have him nearly biting through his lip. Once you get the tip in, you moan against him, and he could nearly sob. There’s been no greater battle of wills in his life as far as he’s concerned.
It takes a little work, but you get enough of him inside you that you can sit up, steadying your hands against his stomach. It’s taut, he’s flexing to support you, and your feet are braced against his thighs, giving you better leverage than if you tried to push off the mattress. When you get a little more in you lean back, taking your weight off his stomach and bracing against your own legs.
It gave Thatch an incredible view. The miniskirt was hiked up and covering nothing, his length was disappearing into your pussy. You were leaned back to reach your calves, giving yourself leverage as you tried to slowly work more of him inside. It left your breasts to shift and tremble with every shivering breath and shaky motion.
Sweet sounds were tumbling down your lips, punctuated by a slight furrowing of your brows as you struggled to take him. Thatch had you a sloppy, prepped mess by the time he’d enter you, and a little lube wasn’t enough to make up for that difference.
But it still felt good to you, and divine to Thatch.
He wanted to thrust up into you. He wanted to pin you to the bed and take you. He wanted to put his thick fingers deep inside you and turn you into a squirming mess of at least three orgasms before he did anything more.
He wanted to be in control, and it was maddening as you sunk deeper and deeper onto him. It was going to be a miracle if he didn’t cum again before you managed to take him all the way in. It felt incredible. He needed to cum a time or two more himself before he could survive a hell this sweet.
The ropes snapped and Thatch didn’t even realize he was flexing against it so hard.
“Sorry, Doll!” He apologizes even as he sits up, hands wrapping around you to steady you during the shift.
A hand at your back, his lips against yours, his other hand against your ass, gripping the curve of it firmly and carefully. When he breaks the kiss he leans you back, his mouth on your breasts, lips and tongue licking and teasing your nipples, causing you to cry out and gasp from the pleasure, wriggling against the length inside you without sinking any deeper.
The pleasure is sweet, the euphoria floods in, and your fingers are digging into his arms as you cum from his lips at your breast and his cock barely halfway inside.
“Th-aaaah-ch,” you cry his name, broken by the sweet pleasure, and he whispers an apology in your ear again before he lifts you up ever so slightly, before guiding you back down. The sensation of being stretched after orgasming like that is strange, and delicious.
You’re trembling, caught between overstimulation and a hungry desire for more. He guides you, helping you ride him, sighing by your ear as you sink all the way down, the quiet moment where neither of you move.
His hands shift until he’s got one on your thigh, his thumb teasing your clit, the other at the back of your head, steadying you while he leans you back just enough to be able to kiss you and watch your sweet face while he helps you ride him. Or makes you ride him. You have no leverage anymore, but you’re not scared. You know you’re safe in his arms, and when tears pool in your eyes it’s because the pleasure is overwhelming, not because you’re scared or angry.
When he cums inside you the twitch and pulse of his cock is enough to push you over the edge. Sweet, satisfying, and deep. Warm, soft kisses press against your lips, the quiet murmurs of apology lingering between you, as Thatch carries you both through the afterglow of the shared orgasm.
Moments after, you’re laying against his chest, both of you taking a few moments to collect yourselves before deciding what to do next. Be it another round, or getting cleaned up and snuggling.
“Hm…” You’re trying to decide what you can do to keep Thatch contained next time. The rope snapped so easily, you’re pretty sure the headboard wouldn’t be able to stop him either, if he gets riled up like that again.
“What’s on your mind, Doll?”
“… I’m wondering if any of your brothers can help.”
“… help?” He doesn’t want to dissuade you from any ideas, but he’s not sure what you mean right now.
Lifting yourself up to look into his eyes you puff your cheeks in an exaggerated pout. “You broke the ropes. Maybe one of your brothers knows what we can do to keep you tied up better.”
“Doll… please don’t ask my brothers for help with this.” Thatch is near to tears. “We—I can ask Izou about some knots maybe—,”
“You broke the rope.” You huff.
“…I can ask about steel shackles.” He offers, sounding truly apologetic.
“You’ll break the bed.”
“And a new custom bed.” He agrees. “Anything but asking my brothers for help, please.”
I just wanted to give my readers a heads up that there may not be a chapter this week. Because 2026 is the year of one health thing after another – I now have a sinus infection that has left me pretty wiped.
I will try to slowly piece together a chapter, but given that the antibiotics I've been given are taking their time kicking in – and the fact I'm absolutely exhausted (sleep is hard when you've been coughing so hard you puke) – I may wait until next week to try and give you something at least vaguely cohesive.
Thanks for always being supportive, especially given how many health things have cropped up this year!
Just an update for my readers that follow me on tumblr! Obviously, with AO3 down, I won't be posting an AKG: Legendary update tonight. I'm going to use that as an excuse to keep working on the chapter instead of ending it where I usually would have tonight, however...
Whilst I will attempt to get to it tomorrow, I have stuff due for a contract through the freelance work I do as my side gig. It will probably depend on how long that takes me!
If my time gets eaten up by that tomorrow, I will aim to finish the chapter and post the day after :) It might be (extra) late, but I want to still get it to you.
Requestor: @theaceofflamesposts
Reader Type: Fem
Blorbo: Heat
Scene: Blind Date/Book store date
Summary: Your friend sets you up on a blind date, and then thing, uh, happen. (it's very cute.)
“Sorry,” the single word is enough to help you relax. The tall guy with tattoos said it as he reached over you, and then again when he pulled you back to keep you from getting accidentally clonked by someone else’s elbow.
“Hey man, watch it, you almost popped her in the face.” He says, a lot more snarl in his voice when he was talking to the other commuter vs when he spoke to you. The small verbal scuffle between them is brief, the other guy probably deciding he didn’t want to try his luck with a dude covered in tattoos and standing tall enough he barely fit on the train.
“Thank you.” You say quietly, looking up at him. He gives you a smile and a wink, and you spend the rest of the ride in silence.
The two of you get off at the next stop together and there’s an odd bit of awkwardness before there’s some space between you. His stride is a lot longer than yours, and he’s up the stairs and gone before you can work up the nerve to say another thanks. You were on your way to a blind date a friend had set up, and you didn’t want to be late, but you didn’t want to be early either, so you took your time up the steps.
You didn’t know who your date was, but the man in the train, tall with his tattoos, wearing leather with a dozen or more pins and patches on it, all spikes and metal and kindness was still on your mind. If you had been anything but painfully shy you probably would’ve asked him for his phone number.
If you had been anything other than painfully shy you wouldn’t need your friend to play match maker for you. But she promised that this guy was almost as shy as you, and quiet more than loud. She did warn that he might look scary, but the looks were for you to decide if you liked anyway.
The only thing Hip gave you, was a number to text when you got there. If you chickened out he wouldn’t have YOUR number, and he wouldn’t know what you looked like, so you wouldn’t have to feel bad.
“I’ll be a couple blocks away, if you really need someone to come rescue you, I’ll accidentally drop by.” She had promised.
You make it to the little bookstore café you were supposed to meet at, and then start to panic. You didn’t know what to text.
Hi, I’m here, who are you?
What do you look like?
Did you send a picture of yourself?
“Oh hey,” You look up at the familiar sounding voice, and see the pale-blue hair leather and metal guy who had saved you on the train. “You alright?”
He has the door open for you and you step in, looking back at him while you explain your plight.
“Y-yeah, I’m supposed to meet someone and I don’t know what to text.” You admit as he sets a fresh cup of coffee down before pulling out his phone. “Everything I can think of feels so awkward.”
“Nothing wrong with bein’ awkward.” He says reassuringly. “Why don’t you send a text like ‘I’m here next to a tall guy in leather and dreads, come find me’. I’ll keep you company until they find you.”
“Oh, thank you. I’m really nervous too, but I won’t have to worry about them with someone kind like you here.”
“Aww, thanks.”
You type up the text, and send it.
The phone in his hand dings and you look over at him. There’s a sheepish smile on his face, before he turns it around to face you so you can read it.
Unknown: I’m standing next to a tall guy in leather and spikes, he’s hard to miss, but I’m here.
You can feel the heat rushing up to your face as realization dawns.
“Oh hey, I found you.” He says, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “I had hoped it was you, when you said something about texting, I swear I didn’t know for sure until my phone dinged.”
You look up at him, face getting hotter, and finally just cover your face with your hands, making a quiet embarrassed groan as everything hits you.
“Lemme buy you a drink, please.” His tone is gentle, but firm, and you don’t want to say no. “Maybe some iced tea, you look like you’re gonna burst into flames.”
Quin spared you the awkward potato nature of my rambling request, but don't worry, it's captured in the piece in a much more adorable way!
I do love Heat (so much so I'm working on a Heat fic that will probably involve Killer too bc I can't seem to stop myself writing Poly) so this was a wonderful Sunday gift to wake up to!
Also I'm treating it like an early birthday present, because if February is the "month of love" then I happen to be born on the "day of love" heh.
Anyway, this is freaking adorable, stop reading my rambling and go read it instead! And if you haven't ever read Quin's work before (I almost can't imagine that you haven't) you should stick around and check out some more, because Quin is a large part of why I started writing and publishing fanfic again after a long break. There's genuinely something for everyone if you look through all of Quin's works!
Marco - so much confusion. Nice? Calm? Rational? The fuck is this? Who let the retired guy in here?
Sabo - blonde? ?? Gentlemanly? Maybe. He looks a little messed up under the surface that’s something.
Eustass Kid - fuck yes! This right here! Tsundere asshole soft only for me! Now we’re talking!
Sir Crocodile - uh… there’s that kind of predator/prey thing going on where you don’t wanna say something bad about the guy with the ✨aura✨- they’d give points for the fear factor.
Thatch - laughter, there’s just laughter. No appreciation back then for a guy who can cook and carry you around with one arm.
Rayleigh - you’re kidding right? He’s gonna throw out his back trying to play video games. That’s like, a character for my mom or something.
So yeah, gonna say no. 13 year old me is worried about their future cause what the actual fuck?
I feel like I'm coming back from the dead because it's been so long since I last posted on here. Of course it's Quin summoning me back xD
Hi hi, hello.
Anyway, 13 y/o me would probably be like "Ah, I see we still love Ace and Zoro, that's good news. Old me still has taste." xD
It's just now that we've expanded the list to include a few dozen, and finally realised that poly is more than okay (bc tbh, young me really did say "why not both?" to myself a lot) and I think 13 y/o me would really be like "Wow we can have more?"
Yes young me. We can. Live the life of indulgence. Don't limit yourself to a blorbo or two. Obsess, enjoy, talk about etc as much as you want about various blorbos. Want all the blorbos. Read all the blorbos. Write all the blorbos. Fuck all the blorbos.
Read that story that Quin wrote and expand your mind. Keep reading them. Read more. Have all the things.
Also if you're like "y u no list them?" because it's too long damn it. I'm in my indulgence era. I wanna bone not quite all of 'em but a lot of 'em. 😇
Imagine Thatch Reassuring You (Thatch x Reader, fluff)
WC: ~1.3k
TW: reader is insecure / having a bad body image day / unspecified reason for not liking seeing themselves in the mirror
Kinda NSFW, no sex happens but it's mentioned.
You were straddling your boyfriend’s massive lap on his couch, grinding on him as the two of you enjoyed another sloppy makeout session. As the Fourth Division Commander, Thatch had little downtime and the two of you liked to use it as best you could. Today Thatch was off for lunch service, leaving the two of you a delicious swath of time during the middle of the day together. You were already topless, your preferred way to be when alone, while Thatch had his clothes on.
You had one arm looped behind his neck and your other hand gripping his firm chest, while his own hands roved over your body, seemingly always returning to your ass. Thatch broke the kiss and started giving open kisses to your neck, making you sigh. Sex with Thatch was the best you’d ever had and not just due to your physical attraction to him. You felt connected, loved, and protected even when he was spanking or punishing you. He always left you with the sense that you were someone he cherished, someone he couldn’t live without. You weren’t sure why someone as incredible as him felt that way about someone like you, but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The two of you hadn’t exchanged “I love you’s” yet but you knew how you felt about the chef.
“I wanna try something new today,” Thatch murmured into your skin, one large arm spanning your upper back.
“Oh? Something new, hm? Alright,” you said with a giggle. Something new meant something fun - nipple clamps or anal plugs or being bound in a new way. You were game for all of it, you felt safe with Thatch and trusted his judgement. Thatch picked you off his lap and set you down on the couch, making you pout.
“Ha, don’t worry. I won’t be gone long,” Thatch said, blowing you a kiss. You weren’t being too bratty yet, you didn’t think he was going to punish you for that. Thatch left his cabin, his massive erection pushing against the fabric of his pants. He was gone for less than a minute before he reappeared with a large freestanding mirror. Your brow furrowed and you frowned as you looked over the mirror. Thatch set it down facing the couch and plopped back down next to you.
“C’mere, I wanna show you something,” he purred at you, pulling you back into his lap. This time he had you facing the mirror as he began rolling your nipples in his large fingers. You turned your head to the side, ignoring the image in front of you completely.
“No, I want you to watch yourself in the mirror,” he chided, his hand grabbing your jaw and turning your head to face the reflection.
“Well, I don’t,” you stated flatly, twisting your head to look at the side of his cabin. “I don’t like this. Can you take it away? I wanna keep going but I don’t wanna look at…all that,” you said with a curl of your lip, waving your hand in the direction of the mirror. You didn’t want to use your safe word but if he wanted you to watch yourself you would. You saw Thatch give you a sad look from the corner of your eye. He turned you around so you were facing his front and away from the mirror.
“You don’t want to watch me?” he asked with hurt in his voice, a finger stroking down your cheek.
“What? No, no! I love looking at you, it’s not that. You’re the most attractive person I’ve ever been with, I can’t get enough of you. I don’t want to watch myself,” you said, disgust tinging the last word. You would never want Thatch to think he wasn’t incredible in every way, the thought that you’d hurt his feelings had you changing your tune immediately. Thatch frowned and cupped your face in his hands, completely engulfing your cheeks in a tender caress. You tried to pull away again, this was getting a little too emotional for you. But Thatch’s gaze and hands didn’t waver and didn’t let you recede either.
“That’s…sad. We won’t do this if you don’t want to - I’ll put the mirror away. But it makes me upset to think you don’t see yourself like I do. I’m going to turn you around but we’re not going to fool around or have sex, OK? Please?” Thatch asked softly, finishing with a chaste kiss to your lips. You were still frowning but gave a small nod. Thatch turned you around so that you were both facing the mirror again but this time you used your hands to cover your breasts. It felt too raw to be emotionally open and naked at the same time.
“Do you know what I see?” Thatch asked, leaning his chin on your shoulder. You closed your eyes while he was waiting for your answer. He nuzzled into your neck, so close his stubble was rubbing your sensitive neck.
“Look, just for a moment. See what I see,” Thatch whispered imploringly, his arms wrapping around your middle to pull you flush against his hairy chest. You leaned your head back against him seeking the warm comfort of his embrace. Protection, really, against the harsh reality of what you saw in the mirror. You cracked open your eyes to see your sweet, caring boyfriend and the all too familiar image of yourself in the mirror. After tucking your hair behind your ear, Thatch starts to speak.
“I see someone wholly, completely, and utterly wonderful. I see someone who is the best thing that’s come into my life since I set sail with Whitebeard decades ago. I see someone who isn’t perfect - you’ve lived a life like anyone else. You have your flaws and your quirks but that doesn’t make you anything but human. You’re not perfect but you're perfect for me,” Thatch said softly, rubbing your sides. You were crying a little bit, your chin wobbling as Thatch soothed your turbulent feelings. Still, you held the image of Thatch comforting you in your eyes as he continued.
“Ace was annoying Marco the other day on deck asking if Marco would love him if he was a worm. I didn’t even have to think for a second. I’d love you if you were a worm, if you were a spider, if you lost a limb, if your tits hung to the floor, I wouldn’t care. None of that matters. What matters is you. Your body is only one part of you, and I love it too. But there's so much more I love about you. I love your smile, your attitude, your morning breath, your intelligence, your sense of humor," he continued, kissing your temple. Now you were truly crying, your tears running down your cheeks.
“Do you know why?” Thatch asked, kissing away a tear. You shook your head, unsure if your voice would hold for words.
“Because I love you,” he said simply, turning your face to his with one of his hands.
“Even like th-iis?” you said, voice cracking. You were sure you looked a mess, you’d been told you were an ugly crier as a child and it had always been another insecurity.
“Like this,” he confirmed without hesitation. You uncovered your breasts and turned halfway in his lap so you were facing him.
“I love you too,” you said, looking into his eyes. Leaning forward, you grabbed his shoulders to pull him towards you, kissing him with everything in your soul.
~~~ Later~~~
Reader: So, would you love Ace if he was a worm? 🧐🧐🧐
Thatch: Absolutely not. I’d feed him to Marco. (he wouldn't).
Here we are at the back half of the Tumblrversary event \o/ Some polls are closed, Some Are Still Going (go vote!)
The votes have been counted, the results have been assessed! Now it's time for What Happens Because of All of That <3
So without further ado -- /hands the results of the poll off to Thatch, who already seems to have things well in hand./
Izou's Domination
CW: One dom/two subs, shibari, bondage, orgasm denial, tickling, power play, mentions of established polycule, mentions of deep throating, mdni
Izou crushes the results delicately between his fingers, turning the paper into a crumpled ball before looking down at you.
“Open.” He commands, and you open your mouth.
Your arms are tied behind your back, and a delicate network of ropes hug your skin in floral patterns. Izou has already spent hours with you, tying you into the decorative shibari. He caught wind of you and Thatch’s plans to “prank” him and ended up several steps ahead of the both of you.
Slick from between your thighs has already stained the ropes down your legs, and your ass was already red because of it. Izou had said that a little brat like you had no place enjoying being tied up, and since you obviously were enjoying it, he needed to correct that. But the spanking only made you mewl more whorishly, so then he purposefully edged you while finishing the rest of the tie.
Your face was puffy and swollen, stained from tears after begging to be allowed to cum, but Izou was not one who bent to others.
“Drop it and I’ll ask Marco to edge you for the next five days.” He explains, his fingers keeping your mouth open. “And if you close your lips, it’ll be worse, my darling little flower. Do you understand?”
You nod your head. Izou walks you over to the large, heavy, dining table in the mess hall that Thatch is currently tied down to. The large man is covered in splatters of dried wax, soft red welts on the insides of his thighs from Izou’s hand - earned because he came without permission while Izou had held your head down onto his pubes, forcing you to deep throat him.
The prank you had in mind wasn’t even that bad, and was truly harmless, but Izou said it didn’t matter. The fact was you’d both agreed to prank him at all, and as your dom he wasn’t going to stand for it. This was a lesson he wanted to be sure you learned exceptionally well.
All six hours before the results of the poll were even handed to him.
Izou helps you up onto the table, steadying you as you straddle Thatch. The big cook whimpers when your wet pussy settles against his cock.
“Once you get all of him inside you,” Izou says, still helping you as you coat Thatch’s cock in your slick. “Stay still.”
“’Ock warh-ing?” You question awkwardly, trying to neither crush the paper ball in your mouth, nor drop it.
“Sure, cock warming, we’ll go with that.” Izou agrees, and Thatch groans.
It barely takes a minute for Thatch to be fully erect beneath you, and just a moment after that for you to work yourself down onto his length. As Izou’s beautiful little flowers, you and Thatch were used to being tangled up in one another in all sorts of ways, but it didn’t make Thatch’s impressive girth any smaller. The sweet stretch almost makes you moan, but you beat the pleasurable sound down.
Izou moves around you easily once you’re in place. He ties your ankles to Thatch’s thighs so that there’s almost no way for you to get off the cook’s cock on your own. After that he puts clamps on your nipples, and Thatchs’, connecting the clips with thin ropes. The tension forces you to lean forward a little, pressing your throbbing and needy clit into Thatch’s rough patch.
The incessant twinge of pain from the clamps is making you even more aware of Thatch’s cock twitching inside your stuff cunt.
“Perfect.” He hums, the ropes and table creaking a little when Thatch shifts a bit to relieve some of the tension building in his muscles. Izou himself was careful not to push either of you too far, and he was skilled at getting you out of predicaments very quickly.
But there was also nothing on the ship that could easily hold Thatch, either, so he was effectively a second layer of safety in the group. Not that anyone wanted to break the bench style table, but if it was a matter of it or your safety, Thatch wouldn’t hesitate.
Izou moves until he’s knelt behind you, settled between Thatch’s spread legs.
“The rules are simple. Whoever cums first will spend the rest of the week being edged and denied.” He explains simply. “I’ll press the whole ship into service if I need to, so accept your fate.” He adds icily, and you and Thatch don’t doubt his words.
“The one who holds out will be treated sweetly for the rest of the week, no matter what they do to the loser, so keep that in mind too.” He hums, walking his fingers lightly up Thatch’s legs until he reaches the soles of your feet.
You tense at the light touch, trying not to jerk. If you buck too much you’ll tug at you and Thatch’s nipples. Thatch can’t hurt you accidentally, he’s too well secured to the table. You’re only well secured to Thatch.
The crumpled paper against your tongue reminds you not to close your mouth as Izou’s fingers dance against your feet. The soft tingle builds and turns more and more into a ticklish sensation - a sensation that makes your body tense, and causes your pussy to clench against Thatch’s cock.
Thatch groans, understanding sinking in as you start to twitch and shiver.
“Ari,” you squeak, trying to apologize to Thatch without being able to speak properly. “Ari!” You gasp the odd apology, as Izou really begins to tickle your feet, making you clench and jerk. You can’t even babble the broken ‘sorry’ from your lips as the laughter bubbles up in your chest.
If you laugh you might drop the paper, or close your mouth, so instead you end up whimpering and gasping. Squeaky pleas for mercy replace the broken sorries falling from your tongue. The first time Izou grabs your waist you jerk and pull on the clamps, making Thatch buck. His hips push him deeper inside of you, grinding against your clit.
You can’t scream, or laugh, you’ll drop the paper, but your body can’t contain the ticklish touch of Izou’s deft fingers, and so your body jerks, wiggles and and rides Thatch’s cock. Every pleasure bites into both of you, but you’re the only one getting tickled.
Thatch is ticklish, you know he is, you’ve seen Marco lock him down while Izou tickles him to tears, but if Izou tickles Thatch he could accidentally break the table. It starts to drive you so crazy you lean forward and start grinding into Thatch.
You aren’t trying to get him off, but if you cum it’ll end the tickling from Izou. Your face is a mess, desperate and dripping tears and drool, and the sounds coming from you are a mix of whimpers from the tickling, and moans from the building pleasure.
You’re a mess on Thatch’s cock, desperate and horny, and he can’t take it. He starts matching your erratic movements as best as he can, bucking his hips up into you as you come down on him, grinding into your clit and bracing against the table to ground himself a little.
“Maybe if you lose, sweet flower,” Izou purrs, not too worried about whether or not you can hear him, but knowing Thatch won’t miss his words. “I’ll put you in a nice rope dress to keep you honest. You’d enjoy it, showing it off to the others, wouldn’t you? Letting Thatch inspect the knots during lulls in the kitchen.”
Izou’s gaze catches Thatch’s just before he puts a bruising kiss on your shoulder, making you cry out in surprise, shivering against Thatch’s cock from the sudden shift in sensations. He goes back to tickling you before you can recover, fingers dancing easily over your skin and the network of ropes.
“I’d love to put you on display on the main mast,” Izou purrs, taking a moment as you screech from the renewed tickling, whimpering as you nearly drop the paper ball. “Letting everyone look at you.”
Thatch’s face goes an impressive shade of red as his head falls back and he starts thrusting up into you so much that you’re forced to ride his cock from the action. Izou stops tickling you, keeping you steady inside as Thatch fucks you from his limited position.
You’ve got the paper ball caught delicately between your teeth, panting heavily around it, catching your breath from all the laughing. Izou’s impressed. He wants to mess you up, crush the ball between your teeth and make you cum until you’re sobbing from repeated orgasms, and he might just do that to you tomorrow.
Since Thatch is currently cumming inside you with the deepest rumbled growl of relief Izou’s heard from him in a long time. His entire body goes slack against the table as the afterglow sinks into his muscles. He’s going to have a rough few days ahead of him, but Izou will show Thatch mercy if his orgasm ban starts to affect his duties as division commander.
Bedroom delights are meant to stay in the bedroom, after all.
And maybe, occasionally, on one of the mess hall tables.
“Good job, beautiful flower.” Izou hums, unclamping your nipples and letting you lean back against him as he begins to tease your clit with one hand, making you milk Thatch’s cock with his other hand. “Thatch isn’t going to be able to cum for quite a few days, so you should do your best and wring him dry.”
I was about to ask about Mundane Kaku AU, then I saw it
Mayor Crocodile
Please <3
We've talked a fair bit about the Kaku AU anyway! (Not that I wouldn't happily remind you) It's the lil slice of life until it's not a slice of life one ;)
I have mentioned Mayor Crocodile before too but I don't think I've gone too far into detail. In all fairness, it's not something I have entirely sorted out in my mind yet. It was more of a brainwave that I decided I needed.
Props to @lyndsyh24 for it, because I was happily living in the modern au with WG arranged marriages and toying around with all the various possibilities when I was like "how would it go with Crocodile?"
And of course, because it is Crocodile, it would not be so simple.
Partly bc I think he's probably not the generation that's being targeted by this - in his 40s, it's really younger people who now have to go through the program, so in some ways he's dodged it. But when he encounters the proposal that he should really be leading by example as he's the Mayor, he starts calculating about how he can make this work.
He doesn't want a wife and child/ren. But maybe he can manipulate the system to work for him instead.
So I imagine that reader is probably a fair amount younger than him? Not too young, probably still mid-twenties. I think reader is probably a little in the same boat as Wani, not wanting to get married and have babies but how do they avoid it? I think possibly too reader will have PCOS or something that will involve low fertility and that's how Wani zeroes (hehe) in on her.
I don't know the full beats of the story outside of that yet, but we'll see where it goes when I finally get to sit down and play with it.
