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thinking about strip club owner bakugou and you’re not in the profession but one of your best friends is. you visit her all dressed up after work because she’s finished her shift as a dancer and you’re both about to go out. she drags you in the back with her, introducing you to her other dancer friends and everyone so sweet and friendly. music is playing, girls coming in to do their makeup, adjusting themselves in their thongs, many walking around topless. girls are talking about their families, their boyfriends, their girlfriends, the money they’re planning on making tonight. it’s all conversation you join in with as your friend changes for your night out.

till one of your favourite songs come on and you’re up dancing, shaking your ass with the other girls and your friend chuckles in the corner.

“oi, turn the music down, anyone seen sakura?”

the voice is intimidating, harsh and definitely demands attention. though no one around you is intimated. there’s a chorus of “hey bakugou!” lots of waves and grins. “no haven’t seen her.” “i think she’s running late!” and someone only turns down the music by two decibels, ready to spin it back up again.

this is bakugou, your friend’s boss. owner of the club, very very attractive man who cares for his girls. his eyes don’t skim across any one’s body, nodding to the ones that answer him and counting heads of who’s in.

he’s tall, muscled and sexy. light scruff of a blonde beard. a styled mess of wheat blonde on his head. he’s got pretty features on a masculine face. straight jaw, straight nose, strong brow bone. then pretty ruby eyes and perfect white teeth. he’s gorgeous, you’re sure everyone in the room is aware.

he’s half way through the room, checking what girls are in till he lands on you. he must have seen you dancing when he came in.

he’s blunt, straight to it. “who’re you?”

you feel a bite to argue with him, why’s he asking you that, like that? but none of the girls around you seem bothered by it and all the stories your friend tells you about how nice he is, you don’t think the tone means what you think.

you point your thumb to your friend, “mina’s friend. she’s coming out with me after.”

bakugou raises an eyebrow. you wonder what his first name is. if anybody knows it. his arms cross against his chest and maybe for a split second you wonder how he’d have sex with you. rough and hard, rolling you into doggy and squeezing your ass. or missionary, where he looks you in the eyes and tells you the nastiest things.

“where?”

“where are we going?” you repeat to him, surprised he wants to know.

he nods and your eyes drop to his biceps, taut in his black shirt. then you meet his eyes again.

“sunset rise in west. it has a rooftop club apparently.”

“i know the owner. want me to put in a word for you?”

mina beside you laughs, immediately covering her mouth after. bakugou eyes her down and she throws her hands up, “i didn’t say anything!”

“no, you don’t have to. it’s fine, thanks.” you’re not sure what mina’s getting at.

bakugou accepts your answer, pulling out his wallet to hand you his business card.

“here’s my number if you decide differently. enjoy your night.” he grumbles, turning around to step out the room.

the music still hasn’t increased but the squeals of the girls after bakugou left is enough to make you wince.

“does this mean he wants me to be a dancer?”

“no stupid, he’s got a crush on you and we know because he doesn’t treat any of us like that.” mina chuckles, “we laugh at him all the time because he never has a girlfriend.”

“he wouldn’t put a word in at a club for you guys?” you roll your eyes not believing a word.

“no, he would but he was looking at you,” she waves her hands up and down you, “like actually looking at you like he wants you.”

these girls seem to know more about their boss than you do. still, you shake your head. if a man wants you they should tell you. not play games and dancing around the topic.

“i’ll believe it when i see it. let’s go now.”

you’re chatting with mina, hands in her fluffy jacket pocket, hopping on the spot to keep warm. you’re waiting for the uber with her for your night ahead.

“don’t say shit, mina.” is the first thing you hear beside you and mina’s laugh booms out of her.

“knew you’d come back bakugou. the girls bully you into it?”

you look between the two, landing on bakugou who stands in the winter air without a jacket and the tip of his nose pink. he gives mina a death stare, “i’m cuttin’ your shifts this week.”

she rolls her eyes, “sure you will.”

then bakugou looks to you, “i wanna take you out sometime.”

that’s all he says.

you breathe a laugh, “anything else?”

bakugou’s eyes widen and he stands a little straighter. clearly not used to be spoken to like that. “i think you’re beautiful. the girls said i was stupid to just give you my card. wanna show you a good time. treat you right.”

“treat her right!” mina giggles and bakugou grunts as if he’s in physical pain with her around. it only humours you more.

“okay, okay,” you ease her, pulling your hands out of her pockets and turning to face him.

then a loud honk sounds from behind you. mina swings the uber door open and you’re quick to follow in behind her. you wind down the window to bakugou, still standing on the pavement looking to you wistfully.

“i’ll text you, I’m free next week!”

bakugou bites back his grin, nodding over at you before pulling out his wallet again, this time producing wads of hundred notes.

“here, on me.”

you’re about to decline but mina swoops in beside you to grab it.

“thanks bakugou! see you tomorrow!”

you shake your head in laughter as the uber drives off.

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When Did You Get Hot?

PAIRING: Monkey D. Luffy x f!Reader

SUMMARY: Luffy was Luffy. Your dear captain, always so reliable, but ever since you left Wano, you realized he is actually really good-looking. One question kept going around your mind: when did Luffy get hot?

GENRE: Fluff, Smut.

WARNINGS: Suggestive

WORD COUNT: 1.9k words

You tried so hard to stop looking at Luffy. Since you left Wano two days ago, something has changed. The view you had of him was completely shattered. 

You barely remembered anything regarding the battle, you could only remember Luffy. Luffy and his handsome demeanor, which was driving you crazy

“You’re drooling.” Nami sent you a knowing smirk, and you got red at the comment.

“I’m not.” You tried your best to hide your face from Nami’s and Robin’s sight.

“She’s right, you’ve been staring at Luffy with doe eyes ever since we left Wano.” You groaned, defeated. 

“I just don’t get it, I, like, don’t get me wrong. He’s always been cute. But out of nowhere, he’s just so different.”

“I mean… yeah, I guess he’s been getting more handsome…” Nami isn’t attracted to him, but she understands where you are coming from.

“God, why this now?” Nami and Robin were feeling empathetic. He’s your captain, you cannot be falling for him.

“Being honest, I think it would make him happy if you tell him how you feel,” Robin said without taking her sight from the book she was holding.

“What do you mean?” You were looking at her, trying to understand what she just said.

“Oh please, you’re telling me that you haven’t seen him around you?” Now, Nami was in disbelief.

“I’m serious, you’re not making sense right now.” You looked at the Sunny’s lawn deck where the guys were, and once again, your attention drifted back to Luffy.

“So, you’re telling me that you haven’t noticed how he follows you around like a lost puppy?” Nami questioned.

“That’s not true.”

“She’s right. If he’s not following Sanji for food, he’s following you around to get your attention.”

“Not you too, Robin.” You were starting to get tired, and unfortunately, their comments were starting to get to your head.

“Whenever you’re at the deck, he’s there too.”

“He’s always there.”

“Well, yeah, always looking at the sea from the Sunny’s head. However, the moment you arrive, he seems more interested in what’s on the ship.” 

“Don’t get my hopes up, please. I cannot be attracted to my captain.” 

“Why not?” Robin finally looked at you.

“Because.”

“Not a real reason.” Nami was enjoying this so much, but for your sake, she stayed quiet.

“Because-“ you knew you could trust them with your heart, but it was hard to admit the real reason why you didn’t want to try something with Luffy. “He’s on a mission. He has a goal, to become king of the pirates. A girlfriend is the least of his priorities.” They could barely hear your confession, but they were able to get everything and understood your fear.

“But if you never try it, you will regret it later.” You slowly nodded at Nami’s words.

“I hate that you’re always right.” You hid your face with your hands.

“Of course I am. Without me, most of you will be a lost cause.”

“Hey!” 

"Robin's the only one with common sense here, apart from me.” Nami was trying to ease you up, and it was working. You smiled at her.

“Look, you can try and talk to him in a sentimental conversation, or, since it’s Luffy we are talking about, you can just go straight to him and tell him you want him.”

“Jeez, you want to see my fallout.” You laughed.

“Or maybe, we just want to see you happy.”

“So, how do I tell a girl I like her?” Sanji and Zoro froze while Usopp looked at Luffy incredulously.

“What?” Sanji cleared his throat, trying to look as calm as possible.

“Yeah, like, I just want her to be mine, y’know.” Luffy said while finishing the plate of food that Sanji had just laid in front of him a few seconds ago. Zoro sighed and closed his eyes. Everyone knew who Luffy was talking about. You.

“Just go straight to her and tell her. As simple as that.” 

“Are you insane, mosshead? A lady needs to be treated properly, and someone like her deserves to be asked out like the goddess she is.”

Luffy thought they were going to help him and make this easier, but he realized that maybe, just maybe, they were just not the best choice to ask this to. He should’ve asked Nami or Robin.

“Since when have you been interested in her?” Usopp finally came up with a question.

“I don’t know. One day, she was just there, and I wanted to kiss her.” The three men in the kitchen couldn’t believe Luffy could just open up so easily. They’d never talked about something like this, so this was new territory for everyone.

“I’m not really sure why you are asking us this, Luffy. In the end, you will end up doing something reckless.” Sanji knew his captain very well.

“Because I don’t want to mess this up. I really want her.”

“Just be honest with her. I’m sure she would accept your feelings.” Usopp couldn’t be that obvious. Of course, he knows how you feel about Luffy. Nami just told him a day prior how you felt about Luffy.

“Not sure if she will accept them, but Usopp is right, and as I said before, just tell her.” 

For the first time in 2 years, Luffy felt the bottom of his stomach fall. He really wanted you to be with him.

It's been only 3 days since you spoke with the girls. 2 since Luffy came clean about his feelings, and it appeared that everyone in the Sunny could barely put up with the sexual tension you and Luffy had.

The two of you couldn’t leave each other’s side. And to be honest, they were tired. They just wanted you to finally admit your feelings for each other.

But little did they know that you and Luffy actually started to be together that same day Luffy asked for some advice.

Look, he knew he was impatient, so he knew that it was best to just go straight to you and confess his feelings. What’s the worst that could happen? You saying no?

It was actually the middle of the night, and it appeared only the two of you couldn’t sleep. But who could blame you? The two of you couldn’t stop thinking about each other, so it basically consumed you completely.

You gasped the moment you felt Luffy wrap his arms around your waist, heart and breathing stopping for a moment before trying so hard to collect yourself. And not look like you were about to faint.

“You know, I really, really want you right now.” Luffy whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Luffy, fortunately, also talked with Nami and Robin before and was happy to hear that you actually wanted him back.

“Oh really?” You tried your best to sound calm.

“I heard you also want me. Is that right?” When did this Luffy come out? You didn’t know, but you thought that this was a side effect of becoming hotter and being aware of it. Why hide it? You only nodded, and he turned you around, trying his best not to scare you away. You ended up being really close to his face.

“Then why didn't you say anything?” 

“I don't know.” It was easier to just act dumb than to actually explain it.

“I actually think you do know, but to be honest, I couldn't care less about it right now.” Luffy didn’t even give you a chance to explain yourself when you felt his lips crashing against yours. You sighed into the kiss.

Your mind was clouded. This was really happening. Your captain, one of the four emperors, your friend that you’ve been fantasizing about, was kissing you as if his life depended on it.

Luffy’s hands roamed all over your body, mostly around your back and ass. At first, you were surprised by his actions, but then you remembered this was Luffy, the same person who, if he wanted something, would just take it. He started to slow down the kiss so you could take a breath. You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you as if you were a whole banquet. Proper of him to be honest.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do that,” Luffy whispered, and he kissed your forehead.

“Really?” You tried to act nonchalant, but it was getting harder.

“I  want you, like really want you.” He now kissed your cheeks, then the tip of your nose, and now he was slowly moving his head to your neck.

“Luffy…” You sighed when you felt his lips on your neck. He was kissing and biting you, making you moan. 

“You sound so good. I bet you would taste even better.” Your body was on autopilot. And thank the lord he was holding you with his arms, because you could’ve fallen to your knees if it weren’t for them.

“Why not give it a try then?” Luffy’s eyes darken at your words, and he quickly lays you on the grass of the Sunny. He didn’t care if someone could find you. He needed to have you right there.

You quickly took off your jeans and panties, leaving you naked on the lower half of your body. You could feel Luffy’s breath while he was leaving ghost kissed over your stomach, then your legs, and finally you felt his breath on your core.

“Please, Luffy, do something.” You smell heavenly. So sweet. He kissed your clit before starting to lick it. “Oh my god.” You whimpered. You didn’t know how Luffy was so good at eating you out. But he was doing such a good job.

You started to tug his hair. guiding him, making him move his head when you needed him the most, chasing your own release. Luffy, on the other hand, was grabbing your hips, preventing you from moving, making the pleasure more intense.

“Fuck fuck Luffy right there.” You groaned. You tried your best to stay as quiet as possible, but every time Luffy sucked your clit or flicked it with his tongue, any decorum that was on your body slowly drifted away.

The only thing that could be heard was your whimpers and the waves crashing against the Sunny.

Luffy understood you were closer to your climax as your breathing started to become more erratic, and you started to pull his hair harder. This was a new level of pleasure for Luffy. Being able to make you feel good turned Luffy on more than he expected.

He didn’t need to be told what you needed. His tongue started to flick quicker on your clit. He wanted to taste your cum, and lucky him, it didn’t take you long to finish. You opened your mouth, muffling a scream that threatened to get out of you. Your whole body relaxed as Luffy was riding you out of your orgasm. You could hear him slurp your juices. He didn’t want anything to go to waste.

“Wait, Luffy, stop.” You grabbed his hair and moved him away from your core. He didn’t seem to notice you were starting to get overstimulated. You tried your best to calm yourself down, but the view that was in front of you was too good that you could cum again just by it. Luffy’s lips and part of his chin were glistening with your juices. He looked so pretty and so innocent with those big eyes that have been driving you insane for days.

“You are mine now, ok?” You loved this new side of your captain. A side that only belonged to you.

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Smutty Captain Kid Headcanons - Part 2 

Summary: A collection of NSFW headcanons for Captain Kid

Genre: Smut

CW: oral sex, dirty talk, mean dom Kid, spanking, biting, spitting, rough sex, unsafe sex, Kid might be a bit toxic, threesomes

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Gets a little too turned on if you flip him off during sex. The first time you did it, he was fucking you from behind and goading you like he usually does; unable to talk you flipped him the bird, and he came almost instantly. Is there a such thing as a middle finger kink? Because if so, he has it.

Super into sexy costumes. French maid, innocent bunny, cute sailor girl, the Gol D. Roger costume you customized to be comically inappropriate. Aside from costumes, leopard print lingerie is his favorite. 

Sounds like a feral animal when he goes down on you. Prefers to do it from behind because it seems to make you even more vulnerable. Has eaten you out on the deck of the Victoria Punk, you clinging to the wheel and keeping a lookout for any crew members, Kid shoving a finger up your ass. Eats ass, too. His favorite is the way you gasp and whine when he spits on you to lube you up. Definitely spanks you while he goes down on you, both ass and tits, and squeezes your thighs like he’s trying to rip the skin open. 

Most nights the two of you are together, it sounds like there’s a rabid dog loose in his cabin. The crew has come to accept this. 

Never leaves your nipples alone. Pinches them, squeezes them, flicks them, bites them. You had to set boundaries re: your nipples because they were raw all the time. 

Wants to hurt you, but also wants you to hurt him. Will grab your face in his massive hand and squeeze until you slap him, will spit in your mouth and swallow when you spit back, will bite the ever-loving crap out of your neck (like actually chomp down on you, no such thing as sweet little love bites), laughs like a mad man if you rake your nails down his chest and draw blood (bonus points for hurting his nipples), never smacks your ass less than ten times, will cum immediately if you try to bite his ear off. 

If you show even a hint of dissatisfaction after the deed is done, he’s back on top of you in an instant pounding away. 

Is the absolute worst about birth control. Complains incessantly if you make him wear condoms, usually because they’re ‘too small’ and cramp his style, claims he has a latex allergy and condoms give him a rash (literally not true). Annoyed by his whining, you try the pull out method, only to find he’s even worse about that. “But it feels so good.” “I don’t want to pull out.” “Why should I even bother? We both want me to cum inside of you, anyway.” “Stop complaining.” “I didn’t become a pirate to follow rules, y/n.” He does genuinely try to pull out, but he’s so bad at it. You have no choice but to get on some form of pill before you have a little red-haired menace running around. 

Once you do get on that pill, you never don’t have his cum inside you. He cums a cartoonish amount, too, and by the time you’re cleaned out, he’s mounting you again. 

Believes in kissing and telling. In particular, he wants you telling. He wants you getting drunk and telling the bar that his balls are the size of a bull’s. He wants you telling the crew you’re taking it easy because you got dicked down the night before and you’re sore as a motherfucker. He wants you tearing apart the infirmary for bruise cream, loudly announcing it’s because Kid can’t just make love sweetly but has to ride you like an animal every night. 

Loves fucking you out in the open. Usually it's on the deck of the Victoria Punk. Has also fucked you in an alleyway outside a tavern before.

Really loves the idea of a threesome but is far too jealous of a lover to make it work. If you like girls, he’s obsessed with the idea of you being dominated by one. Also enjoys letting other people watch, especially men (strict no touching rule); he wants to show off his prowess. 

That being said, Killer is the exception. Kid is more than happy to switch off with Killer, the two of them tag teaming you until you just can’t take anymore. Killer can even fuck you when Kid’s not there to oversee.

Is secretly a sweet little boy, and it shows in after care. Calls you all sorts of sweet nicknames when you’re in his big arms afterward, but says them quietly in your ear. Tells you that if you disappeared, he would tear the world apart looking for you, and if you died, he would set the world on fire. And he’s just crazy enough to mean it.

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Eustass Kid NSFW // Smut Compilation 

Summary: A compilation of Eustass Kid smut from my multi character posts (Kisses, Going Down On You, Sex Toys, Threesome Headcanons, Blowjobs, Playing With Your Nipples, Mirror Sex).

Genre: Pure Smut

CW: NSFW // mean dom Kid, oral (receiving and giving), sloppy kisses and sex, threesomes with Killer, toys, bondage, exhibitionism

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Kisses: So messy, so sloppy, will definitely bite your lips and tongue. He’s everywhere all at once, going down to your neck to replace any of your hickies that have faded before going back to your swollen lips. What people don’t know (and he’d kill you if you told anyone) is that, when he falls into bed late at night, completely exhausted and smelling of sweat and motor oil (basically his cologne), he gives you the sweetest, softest kisses, pulling back to gently brush his thumb over your lips before leaning in to give you another. He has also, on very late, drunken nights, allowed you to kiss his most sensitive scars. 

Going Down On You: 

Prefers to eat you out from behind. There’s no division between eating ass and eating pussy as far as this man is concerned, either. He does both or neither, and putting you on all fours or bending you over something is the easiest way for him to get what he wants. 

He’s so mean about it, too. “Poor little thing. You can’t function properly until you’ve been tongue fucked by your man, can you?” 

He’ll chew your nipples raw and snap at you to stop whining about it, you brat. He’ll pull back to spit directly onto your folds, doing it quite loudly because he knows it embarrasses you and makes your hole clench, you adorable fuck bunny. He’ll flick your clit and laugh when you squeal, and he’ll make fun of you when you cum, you needy slut. If you cream or squirt, you’ll never live it down, you pathetic whore. He’ll hold it over your head, but don’t take that to mean he doesn’t like it- he’s obsessed with your cream. 

He’ll spank you, but he prefers to bite. Your ass will be covered in bite marks and hickeys before he ever plunges his tongue into one of your holes. He’s feral when he does, growling and grunting the entire time. And when he’s finished, he’ll place a few sweet kisses on your cunt and ass, give you a light spank, and tell you to get yourself cleaned up. Unless, of course, he wants to fuck you after, in which case you’re in for a long night. If he eats his cum out of you, he'll most definitely be fucking another load into you. 

His Favorite Place: 

By far, his favorite place to fuck you is the deck of the Victoria Punk. Whether the crew are out drinking or they’re asleep below deck, the knowledge that they could catch you in such a compromising position has him fucking you against the mast, eating you out on the stairs to the upper deck, pushing your head between his legs while he leans against a canon, etc. He’s also bent you over the front railing before and eaten you out while you clutched the wheel. It’s not just about the thrill of getting caught, though. Fucking you on his ship makes him feel like the most powerful captain sailing the seas. 

Threesome Headcanons 1: 

Kid sneaking into your marine base to fuck you, finding your roommate is still in the room when he gets there. He expects her to sound the alarm, but instead, he ends up fucking you both. You and your roommate were never attracted to each other before, but the pirate’s cock is like an aphrodisiac, one you’d probably be kicked out of the navy for indulging in but you just can’t help yourselves. Kid fucking you first since he was there for you, after all, and eating his cum out of you while he fucks your roommate. 

Threesome Headcanons 2: 

Kid and Killer arguing over who gets to have you before realizing they both can if they just stop arguing for five minutes. Kid and Killer stripping you of your clothes and inspecting every inch of you, so very pleased with themselves. Kid lifting you off the ground and opening your legs with his big hands so Killer can see your exposed pussy, Killer holding you against his rigid chest and holding your legs open so Kid can bury his face in your cunt and ass, the two of them tag teaming you like a pair of feral animals, though stopping every few minutes to make sure you’re still doing alright because they know their cocks are massive (smug bastards). Afterward, Killer making you something to eat and Kid telling you that you did such a good job for them, the three of you might need to make it a more permanent arrangement. 

Sex Toys: 

Puts metal bracelets/anklets on you, uses his devil fruit ability to hold your limbs wherever he wants them, has most definitely used this to practice the range of his devil fruit ability by leaving you bound and naked somewhere on the ship and seeing how far away he can get with the metal remaining magnetized. When he uses a vibrator on you, it's a wand- none of that little bullet shit. Anytime he doesn’t have your nipples between his teeth, he has them in nipple clamps for sure. Definitely the type to put a collar on you if you’re willing, would prefer something that could pass as a choker necklace so you can wear it in public; would really like one with a bell. Literally down for any type of toy. But he does have times when he wants no toys at all, just the two of you, skin to skin. 

Blowjobs: 

Basically can’t function without a blowjob. That being said, he understands that a man of his size can be difficult to suck off, so he’s very patient. The bully you often have sex with rarely, if ever, makes an appearance when you’re going down on him. He’ll stroke your hair and offer you sweet words of encouragement, biting back a devilish grin when you choke on his length. “I know it’s big, but you can handle it. Nice and slow, just like that. Make sure to breathe.” He’ll even help you out by stroking his cock or playing with his balls. His eyes are glued to you the entire time for fear he’ll miss his favorite part: when you tear up a little bit. He’s happy to cum anywhere, but your chest is by far his favorite place. You learn quickly to take your shirt off when you go down on him because he won’t aim away, even if you’re wearing a new top or have somewhere to be afterward. 

Playing With Your Nipples: 

Feral in general, but especially when it comes to your nipples. He’ll chew them raw if you let him, saliva running down your tits and abdomen because he’s so ridiculously messy about it. And when he’s done a number on your nipples with his teeth, he insists you allow him to suck on them to make them feel better (don’t let him, it won’t work). Has pierced them and takes it upon himself to decide which barbells you wear. Will definitely magnetize the barbells to pull you into his lap. 

Mirror Sex: 

He’s pretty kinky, and there are very few things he hasn’t tried. But mirror sex is new for him. It all started because there was a very pretty mirror you said you liked, but the frame was disastrously broken (or rather, you and Killer broke it when you tried to lift it from some poor soul’s house as you were stealing it). Kid said he’d fix it for you, so there it sits in his workshop when you come in late at night like you normally do to get fucked before going to bed, and then it clicks in Kid’s head. It becomes one of his new favorite things, because he normally gets so wrapped up in what he’s doing to you it’s difficult to pay attention to how you look when he’s doing it. The mirror helps with that. He can see how read your tits get when he kneads them while railing you from behind, just how massive his cock looks next to you, the way it slides in and out of your mouth and cunt while tears well in your eyes. Needless to say, the mirror is a keeper. 

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Nudes - Part 1

Summary: Their favorite nude photo of you.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // nudes (obv), oral sex, light food play with Luffy, unprotected sex with Daddy Zoro, and light cum play with Ace

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Luffy: 

Your naked body with whipped cream is Luffy’s wet dream boat, and the best gift he ever received was a pair of photographs featuring just that. In one of them, you posed with the sweet white substance smeared across your naked chest, all messy and in desperate need of being licked up. And the second, you had a neat trail of it in the shape of a heart just above your naked cunt, ripe for the taking. Needless to say, you had to recreate this little photoshoot with Luffy as soon as he laid eyes on the photographs. 

Zoro: 

He’s an ass man who’s obsessed with creampies, and his absolute favorite snapshot of you is from behind, your pussy flushed and swollen from him pounding into it, his cum dripping out of your little hole, and that pink, heart-shaped plug in your ass. The sight of it makes him salivate, and he usually ends up clutching his cock because the throbbing is actually painful. He’s gotten into many a bar fight after having one too many and pulling it out to stare longingly, only for some creep to gawk over his shoulder at your perfect ass and pussy. 

Sanji: 

You feigned illness one day and waited for the crew to leave you alone aboard the ship before sneaking into the kitchen in your bathrobe and swapping it for Sanji’s apron, snapping a few pictures of yourself wearing it with nothing underneath. One, in particular, turned out quite well, with your tits popping out the top and your hand pulling the bottom half to the side to reveal your naked little slit. That’s the one Sanji keeps in the back of his wallet. 

Ace: 

It’s horrible, really. It’s disgusting. But when he’s away from you, there’s nothing that brings him more pleasure than that photograph he took of you naked on a beach somewhere, his hat on your head and sand in your hair, his cum on your pretty face while you smile up at him and laugh, his hand tilting your chin up. It’s not just how sexy it is, though. You just look so happy, so pretty, and so very his. The photograph serves as a reminder of how much you smile, how happy you get, when he fucks you, and it always leaves him grinning like a fool. 

Sabo: 

He was sitting sprawled on the small sofa in his bedroom, and you were kneeling between his knees, his pretty cock in your hands, your tongue on the head. He had one of his hands tangled in your hair, the other holding the camera. He’d been away for two whole months, and the two of you hadn’t left his room for three full days and nights. It was day two when he took that picture, fresh out of the shower. He’d never seen so many hickies on your skin, had not known just how long the two of you could go until then, and he was determined not to forget. 

Law: 

Law’s a simple man- kinky, but simple. When he found a photograph tucked into his hoodie one day, he didn’t realize what it was at first. There wasn’t a face, just a body, but after a second, he recognized that body. And he recognized the loose t-shirt covering it, sliding off one shoulder and breast, revealing a single pert nipple, a hickey beside it. And the way the hem rode up, he could see you weren’t wearing any panties, though he couldn’t see between your legs with his pillow stuffed between them. The love note scribbled on the back begging him to come home safe only cemented it as one of his most prized possessions. 

Kid: 

He has a couple on the wall in his workshop where anyone could see, though nobody but you, he, and Killer really go in there. By far his favorite one, though, is the first one he ever took, before he even pierced your nipples, before you had even decided to stay on his crew. You were naked on the deck of the Victoria Punk, not posing in a particularly scandalous way, just staring up at the moon while Kid documented your nudity for his own selfish desires. He’d pinned you to the deck and fucked you for the first time after that, and he had a little keepsake from it. 

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[galamalion]

— ★ LET'S DO THE MONSTER $MASH !

★ summary. happy halloween! what spooky hijinks are you getting up to with you lover tonight? don't forget your costumes!

☆ pairings. luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, law x fem!reader

☆ contents. !smut! fem!reader, costumes (all), grinding, kissing (luffy), degradation, light impact play, rough sex (zoro), bondage, collars (sanji), breast play, improper use of devil fruits (ace), roleplay, grinding (sabo), virgin kink, purity kink, roleplay, alcohol mention (kid), predator/prey kink, chasing, roleplay (killer), medical kink, roleplay, grinding (law) | mdni.

★ a/n. had this sitting in my drafts unfinished since. well. you know. anyways enjoy this perfectly appropriate and thematic—NOT intended for a completely different holiday—new years piece! (^ 0 ^)

MONKEY D. LUFFY wears a pirate costume, and you get to be his treasure!

all luffy could talk about was how he wanted to be a pirate for halloween (again), and there was absolutely no way to convince him to be anything else. therefore, you had to come up with the perfect costume to match him, and you were not about to choose "pirate-but-sexy" for the nth year in a row.

you were, of course, decked out completely in shimmering colors. gold and silver necklaces, rings, and bangles covered your entire body, complete with more than a few sets of pearls on your neck. and to top it all off? a crown set atop your head, glowing regally with the help of the jewels embedded into it. all of this finery, and you were covered from head to toe in twinkling body glitter.

luffy was immediately blinded upon seeing you (as was everyone else who had the misfortune of gazing upon your glimmering form), but seemed standoffish for the rest of the night, rarely speaking but often rubbing a finger across your arm, leg, or wherever your skin was revealed, coating his finger in the fine, sparkling powder. it wasn't until you got back to the ship after the party that luffy decided to pounce.

"you're so shiny," luffy panted, squeezing your chest with his left hand and your ass with the other. his eyes were blown wide, enraptured by your glistening body. "and you're all mine." a blissful sigh left your lips as luffy's bulge glided against your slit, in addition to his constant fondling of your body. a wet patch had begun forming on his shorts—mostly due to your own slick, but even he was contributing to the mess. you never expected him to be so entranced by your costume, but perhaps it was his inner pirate speaking. "i'm glad you like it, luf," you said, moving your lips to meet luffy's. if it weren't for the glitter on your skin, you were sure luffy would have left an innumerable number of hickeys across your body. luffy pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. "i need more," he gasped, seizing your body and pressing you down into the bed. suddenly, the thought of being covered in hickeys didn't seem impossible anymore.

RORONOA ZORO is wrapped up as a mummy, and you're about to raid his tomb!

you knew zoro wasn't going to put any effort into a costume, so it was up to you to find something he wouldn't try to strip out of. zoro was already used to wearing bandages (L) so it wasn't hard to wrap a couple around his arms, legs, and one across his head for good measure. your costume was far more detailed; a high-quality recreation of a certain gun-wielding, tank top wearing archaeologist.

from the start, zoro wasn't able to keep his eyes off you. the way you moved, the way you talked, the way you stood in that outfit was enough to make him twitchy all night (and his costume was not helping his predicament.) some partygoers speak to you normally, while others take daring glances at your costume. zoro is not pleased with either group.

really, the more he thought about it, this whole party and costume thing was your fault. by the time you get back to your shared cabin on the sunny, zoro is already peeling his bandages off, eager to be done with tonight. you, on the other hand, are enthusiastically helping zoro de-bandage himself. after all, it just means he has to help you disrobe afterwards, right?

zoro's fingers gripped the band your tight shorts, as if he was about the rip them off, only to squeeze your ass instead with his large hands. despite your request for him to help you undress, he seemed more eager for you to keep the outfit on. "you should wear shit like this more often," he snorted, running one of his hands down your thigh, reaching the thigh strap and sneaking a finger around the elastic. zoro pulled on it, stretching the band and letting it thwack against your flesh. you let out a moan, gritting your teeth at the sweet sting. zoro's hands were already up at your chest, ripping the buttons off your shirt and exposing your chest. a satisfied grin lined his face as he leaned back, bringing your hands down to his zipper. "your turn to help me undress, babe," he said, letting you feel the hard tent forming in his tan pants. you steeled your resolve, accepting that this striptease was only just the beginning of tonight.

VINSMOKE SANJI is disguised as a handsome lion, and you're his ringmaster!

when the idea of a costume party was first conceived, sanji immediately floated matching costume ideas to you. "chef and cupcake" was a cute idea in theory, but you weren't looking forward to the execution. besides, you were incredibly excited to carry sanji by a collar for the night! probably not as excited as he was, however.

sanji behaved like a guard dog the whole night—maybe guard lion would be a better word—chasing off pervs with a nasty look in his eye and giving you a nice, fuzzy shoulder to lean on after you had a couple glasses of punch. of course, mr. lion couldn't stop himself from whispering the pretty plans you two had after the party into your flushed ear.

your hands are all over each other by the time you get back onto the ship. only once you get into your room do your hands slip under the clothes and into the sheets. the costume you received came with some props that you initially had no use for, but sanji can find a use for any tool.

"toys are on the dresser," you gasped out as sanji sucked the side of your neck, the two of you practically stumbling into your room. sanji's shirt had been thrown to the ground while the buttons on your own were popped open, exposing your chest. you threw yourself on the bed, arching your back and waiting for sanji to grab whichever toys interested him the most. seconds later he stood over you, holding a collar and whip in his hands—the latter was a bold choice, you'd never expected him to take that one. "i thought it'd be cute, having the ringmaster be subdued," sanji chuckled, fastening the collar to your neck with a click! "no need to brace yourself either, mon minou, i'd rather die than lay a hand on you." with a skill you didn't know sanji had, he loosely tied the whip around your wrists, securing you to the headboard. "ready, mon amour? we're both in for a long night," he sighed in bliss, straddling himself over your lower half. next year, you were definitely using this costume again.

PORTGAS D. ACE is dressing up as a firefighter, and you're matching as his loyal dalmation!

at first, it was hard to convince ace to dress up as something antithetical to his position as fire fist, but after telling him he could be shirtless for the costume, he was 100% on board! he was also a fan of your costume, flicking your ears up and down and up and—

the party was a blast, and ace was eager to show off your costumes to partygoers, making silly poses and taking plenty of photos. despite being a devil fruit user, ace also insists on being a real firefighter. as such, the deviant carries around a water gun to use whenever and on whoever he sees fit—even spraying you straight in the chest, drenching your spotted costume.

your boyfriend quickly hands over his firefighter jacket, covering your body and escorting you to a bedroom to help dry your shirt off. ace's powers are almost ideal—as long as you keep about 5 feet between you and the fire. luckily, his hands seen warm enough to help. and with a little persuasion, maybe you can find an even warmer part.

"a-are you sure this the best way?" ace stammered, his face so red it matched the beads around his neck. the clearly excited smile on ace's face betrayed his seeming apprehension—the pervert was clearly begging for you to keep going. "maybe you're right," you sighed, pulling his warm hands away from your chest, much to his obvious disappointment. you slid off the bed and saddled yourself on the floor, sitting right between his legs. "you locked the door, right ace?" you said, moving your hands to his zipper. all your boyfriend could do was nod his head frantically, his goofy smile reappearing as he shrugged off his boxers with your help. "god, i fucking love you baby," he sung in pleasure as his cock went into your shirt, feeling his heat spread across your tits. throwing his head back in pleasure, ace made a mental note to dress up more often.

SABO wants to be a knight this evening, and he needs a princess to match!

no one else commits harder to a joke than sabo. and sabo's idea of a joke is wearing a full, authentic suit of armor to a party. likewise, he insists you wear an authentic dress to match. puffy sleeves, real silk, and fine lace adorn your body in such a tight way that it's almost hard to breathe. sabo just slaps your back (with a metal covered hand, ouch) and tells you it'll just be a couple hours. the two of you have done crazier things in the bedroom than this, he says. asshole.

he enjoys keeping his face covered by his helmet, then surprising friends and partygoers by flipping it up. and, as your knight, he insists on being by your side, protecting you from anyone who dare attack his princess! (like the maniac running around with a water gun)

after the party, the two of you are happy to shed your uncomfortable, but still very impressive, costumes. sabo gets his suit of armor off before you can even attempt to shrug off a shoe. but now that he's free from his metal prison, he's more than happy to help his princess undress.

"it would have been fun to try this at the party," sabo chuckled, forcing you to arch your back as he yanked on the lacing of your dress. "oops, that just made it tighter! my bad, sweetie." "asshole," you managed to squeeze out, feeling sabo's bulge press closer against your ass. "just help get your princess out of this contraption." the bastard was getting too big a kick out of this, and all you wanted to do was get out of this damn dress. a hand traveled beneath your skirt, flipping the fabric up and exposing your backside. "theres gotta be a zipper around here somewhere, right baby? any ideas?" sabo whistled, and you couldn't help but snicker at his comment this time. "it's an older model—comes with a keyhole! but you need a pretty big key to get in." you wiggled your ass for emphasis, giggling at your own joke. from behind you heard a hearty laugh, followed by the sound of a buckle being undone. you figured you could stand being in this overly tight silk for just a bit longer. or at least until sabo ripped it off you.

EUSTASS KID begrudgingly accepts his devil costume, only as long his angel accompanies him!

from the start, kid isn't a fan of wearing a costume. only once you tell him about the party aspect does kid accept the idea of this "costume" you speak of. kid's regular attire fits the description of "devil" well enough, so all you do is add a horned headband and tell him to look extra red and evil for tonight. you, on the other hand, dress in as much white as possible, complete with fluffy wings and a halo to match.

at the party, all kid cares about is getting as hammered as possible. he's laughing with his crew, beer in hand with you sitting on his lap. despite his earlier attitude towards his costume, he seems to get really in character after a few drinks, making comments about how a "devil like him" got with an "angel like you," flicking your wings for extra emphasis.

by the time the party's dispersed, you're dragging an excited kid back to your shared room. he's handsy the whole way through, and his comments about your costumes have gone up a notch, clearly more interested than he was at the start of the night. kid's got plans in his head even before the door closes, and he's ready to enact these new fantasies.

"c'mere babe, 'wanna hold ya," kid laughed, falling into his chair. he patted his thigh, beckoning you over. the horns you made him wear at the start of the party still sat on his head, blending in with his hair and making him look like a real demon. "hold me? like, cuddling?" you replied coyly, doing your best to play the part of "pure angel" as you sat in his lap. given the huge ass grin on his face, you took it as a sign that you were doing a splendid job. "virgin angel needs a devil to teach 'er." kid slipped a hand under your dress, using his other hand to play around with your wings. "could rip these babies off, teach ya about pain and pleasure—the two good things in life." his breath was hot against your ear, and you shuddered as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. "i'm a fast learner," you gasped, leaning into his body. a part of you wondered how far kid would take this roleplay, but an even bigger part of you wondered how much of your costume would be left by the end of this long, long night.

KILLER is decked out as jason, and watch out, you're his final girl!

it's easy to get killer to dress up, mostly because jason's mask also has near identical holes to killer's usual mask. but he also has fun helping you dress up, cutting up and splattering your survivalist outfit with fake blood in order look the part. you have your own fun, playing around with different hairstyles like your boyfriend was your own personal doll. a doll caked in fake blood, that is.

the party was fun, and despite what your costumes suggested, you and killer were attached to each other the whole night. while killer would show everyone his new punishers, replaced with machetes to match his costume, you'd stick a straw through one of his mask holes so that he could sip.

on the way back to the ship with the rest of the crew, killer pulls you off to the side to whisper in your ear. his idea? you get a 30 second head start to run into the island, and then killer will be hot on your trail. a countdown isn't necessary—you start your sprint into the woods while your boyfriend's laugh echoes in the distance.

you gasped for air, ducking under branches and leaping over exposed roots. if it weren't for your combat boots, you'd surely have face-planted about five minutes ago. in the distance you could hear killer approaching, and he was doing it quickly. with a flourish, you threw yourself against a tree, pretending to lean against it for support to catch your breath. in an instant, you felt your chest press against the tree, a large machete cutting into the trunk right beside you. killer's body pressed itself into you, and you could feel something else pressing into your body as well. "caught you," he whispered into your ear, sending a chill down your spine. "you gonna beg for mercy, pretty girl?" killer's knee positioned itself between your legs, and you couldn't help but slightly grind on it. "oh please mr. scary killer! if you let me go, i'll make it worth your while!" you cried out, unable to hide the sly smile on your face. cold metal touched your back as killer's machete cut open the back of your shirt. as eager as you were for the main course, you prayed that killer had something new for you to wear on your walk back to the ship.

TRAFALGAR LAW accepts his position as doctor, but only if he has his trusty nurse!

costumes aren't law's thing—he's the type to value comfort over looks in nearly every situation. but he's already got a stethoscope in the medical bay and a lab coat in his closet, so it was meant to be! after you told ikkaku about your idea, she gleefully fished a skimpy nurse outfit from a box, complete with a nurse cap to match. once law sees you try it on, he no longer complained about having to wear his doctor costume.

law's nursing (lmao) a drink in his hand for nearly the whole event, always trailing behind you like a lost puppy who would rather be at home reading a book. eventually you find a couch you two can cuddle on while also catching up with some old friends. law pouts through most of it, setting his chin on your head while you relax on his lap.

back on the submarine, law just wants to be in his boxers and get to bed. as he's on the side of your bed, kicking off his pants, you approach, sliding yourself on his lap. you fiddle with the collar of his lab coat and run your fingers down his stethoscope, informing him that he needed to complete his physical exam before bed.

"you've got a bit of a fever, doc," you said, pressing the back of your hand against law's forehead. as you did so, you pushed your clothed cunt against the tent in law's boxers, eliciting a low moan from the man. you tutted, "thats not a good sign, mr. trafalgar." you continued grinding against him, pulling gently on his stethoscope. "any idea what it could be, doc? i'd love to help, but it's hard to find the source of this problem." "just," law hissed, his hips twitching upwards into yours, "keep doing that. keep moving your hips." law's mouth swept over your exposed collarbone, peppering harsh kisses into your skin. "you got it, doc!" you said with cheer, slipping a finger into the band of his boxers and yanking them down. law's cock sprang free, and you allowed it to sit snuggly between your ass. if law's grip on your body was anything to go by, you were definitely on the right path for a cure.

[rae-writes]

hands on

multiple one piece boys; fluff!! || where you like to [casually] touch your man || 1.2k

No matter what was going on or what he was wearing, Luffy always looked good— whether that be ‘cute’, ‘hot’, ‘handsome’, ‘pretty’ or some other flattering adjective— he was a looker. End of story. But you couldn’t help but especially love when his straw hat wasn’t on his head; watching his hair rest over his forehead or rustle with the wind always had you staring. It was an absolute pleasure to run your fingers through his black tresses to feel the softness, running your nails along his scalp to make him shiver with tingles and sigh in content. The first time, he fell asleep in your lap within seconds. He’d woken up with a plea to do it some more so he could actually bask in the feeling and from then on it was something he actively sought out. It felt so good, soothing, relaxing…whether it was just a passing ruffle or hours worth of head massaging, he adored it, and he adored you.

How could you not want to grab Sanji’s waist? He was the perfect prince charming with such a lean figure and a subtle hourglass cinch to his waist that was worth drooling over. And drool you did because goddamn, did your boyfriend deserve someone to lavish him with heart eyes and attention. You loooove to come up behind him and grip his waist, either resting there or giving it a good squeeze; it’s usually followed with a kiss anywhere you can reach, or kisses everywhere you can reach. The first time it ever happened, his nose bled like a popped vessel and he melted into your arms. Practically begged you to not let go. The action has him forever smiling and blushing, giving you reciprocal heart eyes (though that’s typical behavior when he’s around you anyway). His own hands will find yours, rubbing over your knuckles so intimate and sweet, voice a soft murmur as he gives you an adoring little ‘hi’ followed by whatever french nickname he has for you at that moment. 

Zoro worked hard to obtain his level of strength and physique. You thought that dedication needed some praise: and no praise was better than feeling up those biceps. It was damn near a ritual when you slid your hands up his tanned arms, fingers dipping under the sleeves of the shirt he had on, curling around the defined and bulging muscle. Sometimes you squeezed once, sometimes you squeezed a few more, sometimes you let your nails gently sink into the skin before easing up. His ears turned red the very first time it happened, wide eyed and stunned, before he gave you his usual smirk. He’s so fucking smug when you do it now, lazy and lidded eyes watching, murmurs like ‘yeah? Like that flex?’ and other similar comments escaping him. He eats your admiration UP— but he’ll also let you see those genuine smiles and bashful looks every once in a while.  

It’s your boyfriend’s fault for never wearing a shirt, and the rare times he does, Ace still has it open to show his toned chest. So, really, in your defensive opinion: he’s basically inviting you to feel him up. Which you do. Gladly. Anywhere, anytime— you slide your hands up and down his skin lazily, fingers mapping out the lines of muscles, entirely unabashed. When you first did so, he caught fire. Literally: hair ablaze, flames licking up his shoulders and blazing from his palms. He likes it a lot, maybe too much. Having you so open with your affection— your admiration, your infatuation, it’s so intoxicating in the best way. He feels so loved and seen. Even if he expects it now, he still gets all fuzzy inside and giddy, cheeks always coloring a pretty pink, but he also gives you a big grin and that lovely laugh of his. 

Honestly, Sabo didn’t think anything of his looks most of the time. He knew he was considered fairly handsome and the scar over his left eye had never bothered him. But you? Ohhhhoho, you worship that man like the pretty thing he is. During quiet moments and/or downtime, your hands always- at least once in those time periods- find his handsome face; thumbs rubbing his cheeks, pointer finger mapping out all his features, grip gently curling around his jaw, tracing along his scar. He had a windows shut down moment and a whole system reboot when you first did so, stammering nonsense and staring dumbly. Now, there’s always an infatuated smile and a twinkle in his eyes to boot. He can’t get enough of the way you treat him, shown by his honeyed and sometimes endearingly cheeky murmurs during. 

Your lovely boyfriend works too much and too hard. Law wouldn't know what self care was if he was given the textbook definition and a drawn diagram. So you take it upon yourself to not only take care of him but to show him some love. Like clockwork, every time you see him hunched over his desk (which is a lot), your hands find his shoulders; fingers getting a comfortable grip, massaging them, working out knots and tension…when they relax to a point you’re pleased with- and him, based on his small sighs- you slide down to his back to either rub soothingly or work your thumbs over any sore muscles. He’d like to say he was composed when it first happened, but the truth was, he completely melted into a puddle. It’s fifty-fifty on if he’ll keep working while you do so or abandon it entirely, but he will quietly express his gratitude and love for you, either way.

[longer bonus] Kid’s prosthetic arm was a source of pride and determination. It made him stronger, made him want to continue to get stronger, and he didn’t really give it any other mind past that. Until you got a hold of him. You couldn't explain it, but lavishing your soft touches to the metal was a favorite pastime of yours, whether intentional or subconsciously. Your fingers barely press down as you run them over the dips and edges of the prosthetic. Gentle, even if he couldn’t feel it. The first time (rather, the first time he noticed you doing it), he almost jerked away, unused to such affections in the early stages of your relationship…The thought of it, though, was…nice. After battling with himself for weeks, one quiet night, he finally asked you to run the motions of your fingers over his right arm, so he could actually feel it. So when you were stroking the metal limb, he could think back to how it felt, and know exactly the care you were giving him. The way your fingers gently roamed his skin made him shiver and sigh, almost reluctant to show vulnerability, but doing it anyway because…it was you. He was big and strong, like a damn tank, yet you showed him a gentleness he would’ve never known, had he not fallen for you. It was special, even if he struggled to admit any of it aloud. So now every time your hand finds his prosthetic, he’ll give you a softer look if in private or one of his smug little smirks in front of the others. He can feel it, in his mind, and it makes his heart flutter every. time. 

[lustfulcelestial]

He’s having a hard time, maybe you should help him 🫣

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[writersmorgue]

Playing around with the idea in my brain of Izuku not only having chronic pain from his past injuries, but OFA itself getting sort of restless sometimes

Thoughts?

Thinking about how my chronic pain flares up before it rains, and the parallels of his OFA looking like lightning on his skin.

Imagining him lying in bed in fetal position, rain pounding on the windows, his joints are aching so bad he can't breathe. And every time the lightning cracks, and thunder rattles his room, OFA sparks on his skin, waves spiking in tune to the noise outside.

[shotosjupiter]

GUESS WHO I SAW ON TINDER...?!

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ ft. luffy, usopp, sanji, law, and ace! modern! au.

ᝰ.ᐟ a/n take a guess on how long this has been rotting in my drafts

[strawberrychansora]

Hi babes!!

I was hoping to request an Ace x reader where the reader is always cold (totally not projecting here), and Ace (who has a crush on her) is always offering physical touch in an attempt to warm her up. She thinks he’s just being nice, until she kinda puts it together that he doesn’t really do that with anyone else.

If not, that’s okay!! 💙💙

Borrowed Heat

Portgas D. Ace x fem!reader

content: fluff

a/n: omg pookie biscuit say no more because this request is literally my life 😭 I’m ALWAYS freezing my bones off. my temperature stays low for no reason I’m that person who wears tights under my pants and a long sleeve under my hoodie all winter. so this was honestly perfect and a little self‑indulgent for both of us lol. I’ve always said if I could have a devil fruit, I’d steal Ace’s immediately just so I could finally be warm all the time. anyway, enjoy my love 💛

divider by @pixopix

One Piece Masterlist

The Grand Line was many things—mysterious, treacherous, and awe-inspiring—but for you, it was mostly just freezing. It didn't matter if the Moby Dick was sailing through a tropical climate or skirting the edge of a winter island; the draft always seemed to find you. You were a permanent resident of oversized sweaters and thick wool socks, your fingers often a ghostly shade of pale that made the other Whitebeard pirates chuckle.

Portgas D. Ace, however, didn’t chuckle. He hovered.

It started small. A hand brushed against yours while passing a plate at dinner, lingering just a second too long. Then, it graduated to Ace conveniently finding a seat next to you during late-night deck gatherings, his shoulder pressed firmly against yours.

"You’re shivering again," Ace remarked one evening. The sun had dipped below the horizon, taking the last vestige of warmth with it. You were huddled on a barrel, arms tucked tightly into your chest.

"I’m fine, Ace. Just the evening breeze," you lied, your teeth giving a traitorous little chatter at the end of the sentence.

Without a word, Ace shifted closer. He didn't just sit near you; he draped a heavy, tanned arm over your shoulders and pulled you flush against his side. The heat radiating off him was instantaneous and intense, like sitting next to a hearth. Ace was a living furnace, a perk of the Mera Mera no Mi that you deeply envied.

"Better?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave, sounding a bit more gravelly than usual.

"Much," you sighed, leaning your head onto his shoulder. "You’re like a human space heater. You’re too good to me."

Ace went still for a heartbeat, his thumb tracing a small, absentminded circle on your arm. "Yeah," he muttered, "just being a good crewmate."

That was the pattern. For weeks, Ace became your personal shadow. If you were reading in the library, he was there, sitting so close his thigh pressed against yours, claiming he just "liked the lighting" in that specific corner. If you were on watch duty, he’d appear with two mugs of cocoa, wrapping his warm hands over yours to transfer the heat before he’d even let you take a sip.

You appreciated it, truly. You told yourself it was just Ace being Ace—the guy was loud, friendly, and fiercely protective of his family. It made sense that he’d look out for the girl who looked like she might shatter into ice cubes if the wind blew too hard.

The realization didn't hit you until the night of a particularly rowdy celebration. The deck was crowded, music blaring, and the sake was flowing. Thatch was draped over a railing, laughing loudly, while Haruta and Vista were engaged in a heated dance-off.

You were standing by the railing, rubbing your arms because the air was way colder than it looked. The sea spray kept hitting your face, and you shivered, even though you tried to ignore it. Not even a second later, warmth pressed in behind you.

Ace didn’t even ask. He just wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against his chest, like it was the most natural thing ever. His skin was warm—really warm—and it soaked straight through you. He leaned his chin on your shoulder, and his messy black hair brushed your cheek, making you smile without even meaning to.

"Still cold?" he murmured into your ear, his breath sending a different kind of shiver down your spine.

"A little," you whispered, feeling your face heat up. You looked across the deck and saw Marco watching the two of you with a knowing, lazy smirk. Beside him, Izo was shaking his head with a faint grin.

You scanned the rest of the crew. Ace was friendly with everyone, sure. He’d clap Thatch on the back or wrestle with the lower-deck guys, but he was never still with them. He didn't linger. He didn't seek out their personal space just to occupy it. He certainly didn't stand for twenty minutes holding them like they were the most precious thing on the ship.

Marco had tried to pat Ace on the shoulder earlier, and Ace had leaned away without even thinking. But when it came to you? Suddenly he couldn’t stand being more than an inch apart.

"Ace?" you said, your heart beginning to drum a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

"Hmm?"

"You don't really do this with the others, do you?"

The arms around your waist tightened almost imperceptibly. The boisterous noise of the party seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the sound of the waves and the steady, heavy beat of Ace’s heart against your back.

"Do what?" he asked, though his voice lacked its usual confidence.

"This. The huddling. The constant warming up. You don't offer to be Thatch's personal heater when he forgets his coat."

Ace went quiet. You turned in his arms, forcing him to let go of your waist, though he kept his hands resting lightly on your hips. In the dim lantern light of the ship, his freckles looked like constellations, and his eyes were uncharacteristically soft, devoid of their usual fiery mischief.

"Thatch isn't you," Ace finally said, his gaze dropping to your lips before snapping back up to your eyes. "And I'm pretty sure if I tried to cuddle him, he'd stab me. But mostly... he's just not you."

He took a step closer, closing the tiny gap you’d created. He took your cold hands in his, rubbing them gently, his skin glowing with a faint, internal embers-red warmth.

“I thought I was being subtle,” he admitted with a crooked, embarrassed smile. “I kept telling myself I was just helping—being nice—because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I liked being close to you, and I didn’t want to risk pushing you away by saying something too soon.”

The cold that had plagued you for months vanished, replaced by a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the Mera Mera no Mi. You reached up, cupping his face, feeling the incredible, steady warmth of him.

"You're an idiot, Ace," you laughed softly. "You could have just asked."

Ace let out a huff of a laugh, his forehead leaning against yours. "Well, consider this me asking. Are you still cold?"

"Freezing," you lied, tilting your head up.

Ace didn't need another hint. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was slow, searing, and perfectly timed. It was a heat that started in your chest and radiated all the way to your toes, finally chasing away the chill for good.

[sickficbay]

You know what I absolutely eat up as a whump/angst premise? Timeloops.

Looping character not flinching at danger anymore because they’ve come to expect it.

Similarly: flinching at EVERYTHING or completely random triggers once they’re out of a loop, because a certain innocuous thing always meant disaster.

“You said that last time.”

“You… did not say that last time.”

Forgetting what day it’s supposed to be

Openly breaking down in front of people because it’s not like they’ll remember it tomorrow (bonus points if this is the day the loop breaks and they do, in fact, remember it tomorrow)

Having a cold or migraine on the day they wake up into the timeloop and just being stuck with it indefinitely

Letting themself get hurt because no permanent consequences or scarring, developing a freakish pain tolerance as a result

Chasing dangerous or harmful behaviours just for the thrill of something new

Going to bed with bruises or broken bones, knowing tomorrow there’ll be no evidence of what they’ve endured

Over time, their loved ones becoming scripted characters whom they feel like they’ll never really see again

Loops where they spend the entire duration in bed without tangible consequence

Post-loop they go days without sleeping or eating because they’ve forgotten they need to do things to stay alive

Never telling anyone about the loops after they’re over because who would believe them?

They let it slip one day and maybe somebody doesn’t believe them.

Or maybe somebody does.

[castielscaplan]

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[writersmorgue]

What their apartments look like

Bakugo Katsuki

-Minimalist but doesn’t feel like a hospital

-Never leaves things on the floor (tripping hazards are dangerous post 3AM patrol)

-Stupid comfortable bed (chronic back pain)

-He’s secretly a great plant dad- has them on automatic watering when he’s out on long missions. Makes him feel like he has something to come home to 🥺

-surprisingly basic kitchen because “if you have to rely on some fancy ass cheat tools to cook you’re not a real fuckin’ cook”

Midoriya Izuku

His place is always in some form of chaos

-All might (and other hero) memorabilia EVERYWHERE

-the whole place is embedded with the scent of coffee, though he’s immune to it himself

-Rarely has time to clean but when he does he gets REALLY into it, usually putting on hero news or podcasts while he works

Todoroki Shouto

-ft. Soba (the real owner of the house)

-pretty minimalist and traditional, the only decorations he has are for his cat or gifts from friends

-rarely cooks for himself and uses his kitchen exclusively to make tea (he has three of each utensil but approximately 27 mugs)

-he likes to leave the windows open and sometimes forgets to shut them in the winter so it’s often freezing

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did i EDIT that cat on??!?!?!?!! LMFAO wtf

[strawberrychansora]

Hiii!! It’s been a little for me, how are you? Hopefully everything’s good!

Can I request reader just needing a hug without kinda realizing it? Like her moods just more gloomy then usual and she’s more quiet? Once the op men hug her she just like melts in their hold!

If you could do it with the monster trio and ussop that would be perfect!!

Don’t forget to slow down when you need to and drink lots of water and eat properly!!

Monster Trio + Usopp x fem!reader who’s gloomy and quiet without realizing she needs a hug

a/n: hi love, I’m doing well, thank you! I hope you’re doing good as well. Don’t worry about me I appreciate the concern, though! I wasn’t sure if you wanted these as headcanons or mini fics, so I went with mini fics. Hope you enjoy, pookie 💛

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One Piece Masterlist

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy is a very emotionally intelligent man, so he immediately knew something was wrong.

You’re sitting on the deck, staring at the waves without really seeing them. You’re not sad, exactly — just heavy. Quiet. A little dimmer than usual.

Luffy plops down beside you, legs crossed, watching your face instead of the ocean.

“You’re weird today,” he says bluntly.

You blink. “What?”

“You’re quiet.” He leans closer, squinting like he’s trying to read your thoughts. “And your face looks… droopy.”

You huff a tiny laugh. “I’m fine, Luffy.”

He doesn’t buy it for a second.

Without warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you straight into his lap, arms wrapping around you like a vine.

“Luffy—!”

“Nope,” he says, burying his face in your shoulder. “You need a hug.”

You open your mouth to argue, but the moment his warmth surrounds you, your body just… gives up. Your muscles soften, your shoulders drop, and you sink into him like you’ve been tired for days.

Luffy hums, pleased. “See? I knew it.”

He rocks you gently, cheek pressed to your neck, holding you like you’re something soft and important.

And for the first time all day, you breathe.

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro doesn’t pick up on emotions easily, but he picks up on yours. You’re quieter than usual, not teasing him and that’s enough for him to frown.

You pass Zoro on the deck with a small wave, heading toward the stairs. You don’t say much — you don’t have the energy — but you don’t think he’ll notice.

He does.

“Oi,” he calls, voice low. “Come here.”

You stop, confused. “What is it?”

He steps closer, studying your face with that sharp, quiet intensity he only uses when he’s worried.

“You’re off.”

“I’m just tired,” you say, shrugging.

Zoro doesn’t believe that for a second. He reaches out, gently but firmly taking your wrist and tugging you toward him.

Before you can react, his arms are around you, pulling you into his chest. His chin rests on your head, his grip steady and warm.

You stiffen for half a second — then melt. Completely. Your forehead presses into his shirt, your hands curl into the fabric, and your whole body sinks into his like you’ve been waiting for this without knowing it.

Zoro exhales, slow and relieved, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head.

“…Yeah,” he murmurs. “Thought so.”

He holds you until your breathing evens out, until the heaviness lifts just a little.

He doesn’t let go until you do.

Blackleg Sanji

Sanji is incredibly attuned to people’s emotions, especially yours. He’s always attentive to your moods and somehow notices before you even do.

Sanji is humming in the kitchen when you walk in, but he stops the moment he sees your face.

You don’t say anything, your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, and your holding your own arms like your cold.

He wipes his hands on a towel and approaches you gently.

“My love,” he says softly, “come here.”

You blink. “Sanji, I’m okay—”

He shakes his head, stepping closer, voice gentle but firm. “Please. Come here.”

You stand, and he pulls you into his arms the second you’re close enough. One hand cups the back of your head, the other wraps around your waist, holding you like you’re something fragile he’s afraid to drop.

You try to stay stiff, to pretend you’re fine — but the warmth of him, the smell of spices and smoke, the steady beat of his heart…

Your body melts against him like butter in a warm pan.

Sanji’s breath catches. He holds you tighter, swaying you gently.

“There you go,” he whispers into your hair. “Let me take care of you.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until he wipes your cheek with his thumb.

He kisses your forehead, slow and tender. “You never have to be strong alone, sweetheart. Remember, we talked about this. We don’t hide things from each other I’m here.”

Then he makes your favorite comfort meal, carries you to bed, and wraps you in his arms, letting you finally rest.

Usopp

Usopp is tinkering with something on the deck when you walk by. Normally you’d stop to tease him or ask what he’s building, but today you just give a small nod and keep going.

He freezes.

“Y/N?”

You pause. “Yeah?”

He studies you — really studies you — and his expression softens.

“You’re not laughing,” he says quietly. “You always laugh at my jokes.”

You try to smile. “Sorry. I’m just—”

He doesn’t let you finish. He stands, walks over, and wraps his arms around you in a warm, protective hug.

It’s gentle at first, like he’s giving you space to pull away.

But you don’t.

You melt into him so fast he stumbles a little, tightening his hold instinctively. Your forehead presses into his shoulder, your hands clutching the back of his shirt.

“Oh,” he whispers, surprised. “You… really needed this.”

His arms wrap around you fully now, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to say anything. Just stay right here.”

And you do.