#izo x y/n

[strawhatsoraya]

IZOU X FEM READER / NSFW WC: 3.9k CW: soft dom!izou, sub!reader, mouth fucking, izou puts lipstick on you and then ruins the look, he also drops the lipstick at one point so oops, hopefully it isn't expensive. *washes hands* A SUMMARY: You and Izou have always danced around the unspoken sexual attraction between the two of you. Now that you have him in your room, with a little confidence, you try to cross the line between friendship and more.

Izou floods your senses the moment he walks into your bedroom. The heady scent of his cologne; seductive, and simultaneously ambiguous. Its detailed description eluded you every time, the same way the meaning behind his smiles and lingering looks did. You could never make heads or tails of what Izo meant to you; of what you meant to him. The uncertainty of the ‘something’ that was shared between you would haunt you even in your sleep. You’d wake up from dreams you couldn’t remember, with your heart in your throat and the taste of doom in the back of your mouth. 

You feel that acrid taste on your tongue even now, as you observe him touch your belongings. His tapered fingers lightly tap the cosmetics you left littered on your vanity. It felt strangely intimate to watch him pick them up, one by one, his hawkish gaze inspecting every item with intense curiosity. The sharpness of his jaw, and the tapered end of his nose, his long straight lashes–it all was so beautiful you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

Izou’s curiosity finally settles on one of your lipsticks. He picks it up and uncaps it, slowly turning the mechanism at the bottom to reveal the treasure hiding inside the tube. It’s a vivid rouge red, brand new. You hadn’t used it yet. You were saving it for a special occasion; but as with things left on your court to do–the initiative was never there. Cowardice makes your tongue feel heavy, so your next words tumble out clumsily: 

“Do you like it?” He turns his face slightly to observe you, a thin well groomed eyebrow rising with his unspoken questions. They were always there. You could sense them hanging off the planes of his face, the knuckles of his beautiful fingers. There were always questions you felt he wanted to ask, answers he sought but neither you or him ever addressed the elephant in the room.

Two blind idiots, performing an uncoordinated dance to an audience of no one.

“It’s pretty,” he finally answers. Izou swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bob up and down. You take in a sharp breath as the desire to press your lips against his neck clouds your thoughts. The long shape of his neck is elegant, and his broad shoulders look muscular even under his loose yukata. The silhouette was a refined tease. It showed just enough to whet your appetite but the hidden secrets underneath its silkiness was a temptation you wished to know more of.

“You can try it on if you want,” you push on. Today Izou has agreed to help you get ready for the local summer festival. You were unsure how to wear your yukata, how to put up your hair or do your makeup. It was your first time, but everyone’s excitement about it infected you. Izou so kindly offering to help you only served to motivate you more. You fiddle nervously with the waist strap keeping your obi in place, trying not to pay too much attention to how Izou applied the lipstick on his lips.

It is a failed effort. Your dark eyes are honed in on the creamy lipstick; how it covers his bottom lip in color. He traces his top lip, the contrast between the red and the fairness of his skin makes his cupid bow all the more evident. He was a talking, walking piece of art. You had thought so even before. The cruel reminder makes you feel inadequate to be in his presence but when he turns to you with a small smile you feel it flutter away into nothingness.

The warmth of his playful grin soothes your ruffled feathers.

“Your turn,” he declares, and before you can decline him, he reaches out with a free hand to clasp your chin between thumb and index finger. “Open your mouth.” You stare up at him, heart hammering away between your ribs. There’s a darkness in his eyes you can’t look away from; and you fall into the abyss. He lets go of your chin only to press his thumb against the soft flesh of your bottom lip.

“I said open.” He presses down with some force and your lips part as you breathe in a sharp gasp. His lips stretch into a Cheshire grin. His dark eyes shimmer even in the dim lighting of the room. “That’s a good girl. It’s easier if you just listen to me.”

You nod subtly, afraid to move too much and damage his work. Izou drags the lipstick across your bottom lip. You watch him with his eyes downcast, his black eyelashes look so beautiful against his pale cheeks, you wish you could touch them. You both envied and desired his beauty. In more ways than one. He uses his knuckles under your chin to make you look higher up. 

“Look up, darling,” he says sweetly, carefully painting your top lip. “The shape of your mouth is so pretty. You should wear color on it more often.” Gently, he holds your chin to tilt your face from side to side. There’s a small frown settling between his brows as he purses his lips. Silent laughter shakes his shoulder. “Although it’s a shame it’s so small. No wonder you eat in such small bites.”

His smile turns crooked, and heavy. You feel his gaze on your lips, and your mouth runs dry. There it was again–that certain something that was never addressed. You had always toyed with crossing the line, with taking his bait but always feared having interpreted it all wrong.

But now he was in your room, and surely, this was flirting, wasn’t it? You lick your lips nervously, tasting the chemicals of the lipstick immediately on your tongue. Izou sucks his teeth noisily. You know he’s about to chastise you, perhaps apply more lipstick now that you’ve partially ruined his careful work. You know this and yet you can’t keep the heat away. You can’t stop from insane thoughts taking away your common sense. What if you crossed the line now? What if he crossed it with you?

“It’s small,” you tell him at last, reaching out for his wrist. He is still holding your chin in one hand, the lipstick in the other. You curl your fingers around his cold skin. “But there’s a lot I can do with it.”

Izou seems to be frozen. At least that’s the impression you get. You know he isn’t from the way his lashes flutter when he blinks, how his chest now rises a little bit quicker. 

“Is that so?” he replies slowly, his thumb now drawing circles on the corner of your mouth. “As usual, you think very highly of yourself. It truly is so little,” he insists, squishing your face with his hand. Your cheeks push against each other, and your lips purse with his strength. It is uncomfortable to be in this hold like this, especially as he brings you a little bit closer to his face. You falter in your position, getting on your tippy-toes to keep from falling over. “What’s the best you can do?”

Your heart threatens to explode on you. You feel a painful surge of adrenaline taking over your chest before it turns into searing heat. It traverses through your veins, filling your extremities with tingling pleasure. You pull at  his wrist, and he releases your face. Slowly, you lower yourself as best as you can in your yukata, until you are kneeling on the ground in front of him.

“I-i can show you,” you stammer quietly, your own voice barely registering in your ears. Izou looks down at you, some of his ebony hair softly framing his face. Your lungs feel empty, so you take a deep breath; noisy and desperate. Izou tilts his head as he watches you. “If there’s anything you don’t like,” you turn your gaze away from him, as a flush takes over your face. It feels hot, and your eyes fill up with tears. You’re so embarrassed at yourself but now that you have taken it this far, it would be a shame to give up halfway. “You can always instruct me. I do well with guidance.”

There’s a moment of silence. It’s probably shorter than it feels, but it makes you think it’s eternal. You clutch your hands into fists, so tightly it becomes painful as your clipped nails start biting into your skin. You clutch them even tighter when Izou laughs. You look up sharply, eyes narrowed, and filled with unshed tears. The shame slowly turns to anger, and you begin to retract everything spoken until Izo reaches down with one hand, still standing before you.

His fingers ghost over your cheeks, cold and fleeting. His icy touch soothes the heat of your cheeks.

“You’re so sweet,” he says gently. His voice is melodic, and soft. “Do you promise?” he asks as he brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face. You nod once. Izo taps your nose with one finger. “Good. Well?” He asks you next. You look up at him perplexed. He tilts his head again, his brows knitted together in anticipation.

You blink up at him, unsure of what he was expecting of you. He looks down at himself, where his crotch would be under the clothing, and your mouth parts in acknowledgement. 

“R-right,” you stammer again, and reach out with trembling hands. You barely touch the fabric in front of him before Izou is sucking on his teeth again.

“Aht aht,” he chides, with a small shake of his head. “No, my darling. You can’t use your hands.” You look up at him, at a loss for words. He smiles down at you encouragingly. “You’ll only be using your mouth today. Do you think you can do that for me?” You nod again, and bring down your hands. You shuffle on the floor slightly, your knees painful against the hard floor. You know there will be bruises on them later, but it would all be worth it for as long as you can keep up your bravado.

The closer you move your face towards Izou’s crotch, the harder your breathing gets. You can hear yourself panting, feel the moisture of your own breath bouncing back against your face. You inhale the scent of his yukata, and detect his unique scent, mixed with soap. You hum lightly as you press your face deeper.

“Let me help you,” Izou declares. His voice is lower than before, and you can detect a slight tone of impatience. His hand is still gentle when he cups the back of your head. “It seems you’re having a hard time finding me.”

He chuckles lightly, when you yelp as his hips jut out towards you. Somewhere pressed against your cheek is a softness that begins to harden. You hungrily turn your mouth towards it. You kiss him through the cloth, feeling him harden slightly.

“Don’t worry about the lipstick,” he tells you, noticing how you seem to hesitate on adding pressure. “I don’t mind being dirty.”

Desire sits perilously at the pit of your stomach. You consider pushing it off the cliff, along with the rules of your arrangement–anything if it meant you could hold the weight of his cock in your hands. The fear of him walking away, and losing any and all opportunities to get closer to him was far greater than your perverse fantasy. You use your nose to push your way inside between the fabrics. You gasp at the sight of his exposed cock, half hard as it decides which way to lay. His balls look heavy already as they hang from his frame between his legs.

He must have heard your shock because he laughs even as he pushes on your head again, egging you on.

“Aren’t you lucky?” his voice finds its way to you, even with your blood pounding in your ears. “I’m not wearing any underwear today.”

Izou side steps, giving you more space between his legs. You angle yourself enough to drop a kiss on the inside of each thigh; a red lip mark left behind each time. There’s a faint scent of sweat that isn’t entirely unpleasant as you drag your tongue along his shaft. You bring it back down to toy with his balls. It quickly gets messy as you slurp him into your mouth, his soft grunts encouraging you even more.

“Don’t tease me, beloved,” he hisses, his hand still on the back of your head. You hear something small drop to the floor, as his other hand joins you. “Put them in your mouth already.” You open your mouth and ever so slowly scoop his sack into your mouth. “Nngh,” he grunts. You feel him stiffen slightly as you close your mouth slightly around him. “Yes, now suck. Hurry.”

Izou’s head snaps  back when you actually listen to him, when you finally give him the pleasure he wanted. The more you curl your tongue around his balls, the more his hips move, the more he just wants to hammer into that pretty little mouth of yours and ruin you forever. The idea of your lipstick smearing around your mouth and all over his cock is making him even hornier. He grabs your hair and pulls away suddenly.

“Move,” he orders you and you look up at him in a daze. Already your lipstick is smudged in one corner. Your cheeks are bright, and there is a hazy shine to your eyes that fill the pit of his stomach with heat. You had just started, and you were already halfway gone. He chuckles softly, and brushes the back of his fingers against one of your cheeks.

“Move over there,” he points at the bed. “Stay on the floor. Your back against it.”

You follow his instructions without a single word of disagreement. You scoot back until your back is against the mattress, leaving you nowhere to retreat. Izou lowers himself in front of you until he’s standing on his knees. Your heart runs faster as he pushes fabric aside to grab his own cock. His large hand pumps up and down, using his thumb to catch the bead of precum sitting at the tip.

“Open,” Izou commands as he moves his hand towards your mouth. You listen, of course. Izou pushes his thumb inside your mouth, and drags the precum across your tongue, and against the inside of one of your cheeks.

“Now suck. Make sure you don’t miss a drop.” You suck on his thumb as if you had been starved for days. Moaning even as you curl your tongue around his digit. Izou watches you with parted lips, his own breathing becoming heavier as he watches you.

“Look at you,” he whispers, his free hand around your throat. “I always knew you and I were the same.”

He pulls out his thumb from your mouth, and cups your cheek. He leans down to brush his nose against yours. His hand is surprisingly rough against your skin, as he brushes the side of your face with his palm. His breath smells sweet as he speaks against your mouth.

“So full of dirty desires, aren’t you?”

He kisses you next, forceful with closed lips at first. It isn’t long before his gentleness gives away. It splinters off as his tongue pushes past your lips. You moan into the kiss, your hands pressed against the floor. It’s sloppy, messy, wet and imprecise. It lacked all the elegance and refinement with which Izou usually carried himself. When he pulls away, you feel the coolness of the air on your drool covered chin. 

“I want you to open your mouth again,” he tells you, his cock once again in his hand. You swallow as you look at it, and take in its girth. Perhaps you had overestimated yourself. You curl. your fingers into fists and press them against the cold ground. As your mouth parts, Izou adjusts himself on his standing kneeling position, moving closer towards you. He taps your bottom lip with the tip of his cock. “Come on, darling. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

You open your mouth as wide as it goes, and flatten your tongue. Izou slides into your mouth slowly. You focus on breathing through your nose as you feel him fill  up your mouth. 

“That’s a good girl,” he groans, pushing his hands on the mattress on either side of your head. Izou snaps his hips slowly at first, making sure not to push too deep or too fast.

You watch his face carefully, deeply focusing on breathing through your nose and not gagging as he fucks your mouth. Your head bounces slightly against the  mattress with every thrust he gives into your mouth. It pushes you against him, helping him inadvertently reach deeper into your mouth each time. His lashes flutter slightly every time he pushes into your mouth. There’s a slight wrinkle of his noise every now and again you can’t decipher the reason behind until he speaks.

“Careful,” he hisses with a curl of his lip. Your heart seizes with temporary fear. “Your teeth.” He pulls out of your mouth, and you wipe the drool of your mouth with the back of your hand. Red smears against your cheek and against your arm as you do so. Izo smiles.  “Curl your lips, and relax. You have to relax, love.”

You nod repeatedly, feeling at the moment as if that was all you were good at. Izou taps his cock against your mouth again, and  you open your mouth, taking his instructions and applying them. Izou seems satisfied with your efforts this time as he picks up the pace. His hips now brutally snapping in rhythm as he shoves his cock to the back of your throat. You gag repeatedly, and your eyes water as you fight your gag reflex. You fear the worst when you taste something in the back of your throat, so you shut your eyes tightly, curling your tongue and sucking as hard as you can.

Izou cries out, and he pushes even deeper. Your eyes fly open as you swear you feel him trying to shove himself down your throat. 

“That’s it,” he breathes out harshly between pants. There’s a soft moan in the back of his throat he tries to smother. “That’s it. Look at me.”

The head of his cock keeps hitting the back of your throat. There’s a burning soreness there that  you know will make it painful to talk tomorrow but you don’t care. You don’t care about your achy knees, or how tears slide down your cheeks. You don’t care that you can barely see Izou’s silhouette through your wet lashes. All you care is that he’s kneeling there, using your mouth, his fingers now buried in your hair. All you care about is that  you can hear him moaning softly, saying your name so quietly you think it’s a dream.

Although he’s fucking your mouth at a brutalizing pace, it doesn’t stop you from fantasizing. It doesn’t keep the thoughts of him pounding in your pussy just like this away. You wish he would; desperately. Your panties are soaked, and you try to rub your legs together, the sensation silky and pleasurable against your folds and inner thighs. You try to bring your hands to the front of your yukata, to feel any part of yourself–breasts or the center between your thighs but Izou grabs your hair and shakes it in his hold.

“I said no hands,” he growl, still fucking into your mouth as he frowns down at you. “Hnng. Not even to touch yourself.” His own thoughts and speech are interrupted by pleasure. He groans gently before he can proceed again. “Is that understood?” You nod and relax your jaw once again.

You moan as he continues fucking your mouth, moans that almost sound like sobbing. It’s just when you think you won’t be able to speak for days that Izou’s hips start faltering.

“I’m close,” he mutters, his hold on your hair tightening.

Izou looks down at your mouth. He takes in the way he fills you up, how your mouth can barely take him in. He bets your cheeks feel sore from being stretched, that your jaw might even lock up later. There’s a perverse joy that comes with this knowledge. The same way that ring of red around the very base of his shaft brings. Just knowing he had been deep in that little mouth of yours, so deep that you have shed tears brings him closer to his orgasm.

It’s not your mouth, or your smeared lipstick, your dirty cheeks stained with mascara and tears that does him in; but it’s your wet eyes, your curled lashes tapered with tears. It’s that look of reverence even as you sob on his cock that snaps the core deep in his belly. His breath is ragged, as he cries out gently when he cums inside your mouth.

You make no intention to move, and he grips your hair tightly. “Don’t swallow,” he tells you sternly even as his hips stutter. As he slowly comes with his high, he pulls out of your mouth slowly. “Don’t spit it out either.” You nod quietly, bulging cheeks and pursed lips make you seem innocent and adorable. Izou laughs. He caresses your cheek gently with one hand, his other goes to cup your chin. “Open. Show me first.”

You open your mouth, curling your tongue to hold on to his semen. He looks at it, milky white as it pools on the center of your pink tongue. Izou smiles and nods once. “You can swallow now.” He watches you push it down, and notes the wrinkle of your nose as you do so. He takes no offense to it, and instead pats your head gently. “You did such a wonderful job.” Izou kisses your forehead gently, and then your cheek. “Don’t move.”

You don’t follow with your eyes as he leaves. You’re still delirious from lust, and slightly unsatisfied. Something you could easily blame Izou for but decide to just concede this time. Besides,  your  legs were tingling as they had fallen asleep. You untuck them from under you with a small cry, and beat them gently with your fists as you try to get some blood circulating back into them again. Izou returns in the middle of your efforts with a cup of tea in his hands.

“Oh dear,” he says with raised brows. His voice sounds heavy with concern. He lowers himself to your level, and presses the cup of tea against your hands. “Here, drink this first. It has plenty of honey,” he helps you bring it to your mouth.

Izou watches you with a frown, and doesn’t let go until he is satisfied that you’d do as he says. As you start drinking on your own, Izou starts massaging your legs.

“Let me take care of you this time.” He looks up from where he is exposing one leg from under your yukata.

Despite what had transpired, you somehow find it in you to be embarrassed at the feel of his cold fingers sliding against the back of your calf. He brushes the tip of his index finger right across behind your knee. You shudder under his touch. His eyes take life, and you see the smile begin to curl itself upwards.

“Since you already will be without voice come tomorrow. Why don’t I show you what my mouth can do?”

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[bas-writes]

Relaxing Evening

Character: Izo Reader: gender neutral Word Count: 890 CW: domestic fluff, hair care (I tried to make it as neutral as possible but since every type of hair needs different treatment, it might not be accurate for all; I based it mainly on my experience with wavy, easy to tangle hair) A/N: back to the raffle posting, this time a thingie for @bepoprotectionsquad who asked for domestic mutual selfcare & relax with Izo and Reader. I'm here to deliver <3

“May I?” Izo nods towards the dressing table as soon as you drop the bathrobe on the chair next to the bed. You were sure he'd been long asleep, given he barely returned from a mission, but he’s been waiting for you instead, his eyes almost piercing you with pleading. 

You haven’t even agreed nor denied, and he’s already mid-action, reaching for the towel on your head. Leaning down—with a smile, it’s such a treat to be the one towering over him for once—you let him indulge and lead you into the magic time of spoiling. Despite impatience, his hands are gentle and precise; once he’s got you within his reach, he’s not rushing anymore, his attention swallowed whole by the task.

“Did something happen?” Hair and skin care, be it his or yours, are one of Izo’s favorite coping methods. If he’s so eager to do it for you, the need for a relief from something must be exceptionally itchy.

“Nothing worth worrying about,” he promises, kissing your temple. He’s not wearing his usual make up, lips free of lipstick are even softer and moister. “Just people tired.”

“New apprentices?”

“New apprentices.”

You take the book you’re currently reading from the night stand and nestle in your favorite way on the bed. Once Izo sets interest in your hair, you know you're in for a long session, far longer than you could possibly indulge in with selfcare. 

It’s relaxing—but also immobilizing. You’re appreciating his attack, though: you didn’t have much time for yourself as of late and the harsh sea conditions didn’t show mercy to your skin and hair. If you were to do it alone, you would probably skip the whole deal again, or shorten it to the absolute necessity for the sake of much needed sleep. Izo has never left his task half-assed—and the stubborn determination beaming from his face as he crawls to join you in your chosen spot only proves you’ll be in the best hands on this side of the Grandline.

He starts with fully drying your hair with a fresh towel until he’s satisfied with its moisture and texture. With a patience worthy of a saint, he untangles loose threads, until he’s sure he won’t pull and harm you, and even then he continues the inspection with such care as if he was treating a crumbling jewel. Then for a good moment he does nothing but taking a close look, judging what you need the most, and muttering to himself, frowning—as you learn with a quick, concerned look over your shoulder.

“Is it that bad?” You hope worry doesn’t show in your voice and doesn’t push him out of the zone.

“We’ve been through worse.” Frown changes into a smile and he kisses you again. “You need more moisture and some massages. They’re thinning out.”

You indeed were finding more stray hairs lately.

Trusting him and his judgment, you return to the book and lean more against him. Izo is not the most buff guy you know, but you can still feel the subtle flex of well-trained muscles whenever he moves, especially when he reaches for a new cosmetic. He’s steady and big enough for you to nestle comfortably, to enjoy the closeness and spoiling in an intimate, yet, non-disturbing and natural way. Your back seems to belong to his chest, resting against each other, as you both do what you desire without bumping in your ways.

He’s so skilled with his fingers it’s hard for you to focus on the book, though. When he starts massaging oil into the skin of your head, you need to take a break, your eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. The sweet, flowery scent of the balm and gentle rubs on your scalp simply melt you in his hands. You lean forward, humming and fighting the urge to rest closer against him.

You don’t want to ruin his work, to stop the amazing sensation.

“You’re almost purring.” Smile warmths his soothing voice. “Missed me?”

“So much,” your words are almost whining. You don’t want to sound so, so needy and demanding, but the mix of blessed relaxation and past draught of his touch take control over your reactions and expressions so easily.

“I’m sorry, I neglected you those last few weeks.” Tension runs through his fingers, he presses your skin with significantly more power—shortly, but enough for you to notice. 

He’s tired and frustrated—and has missed you as much as you have.

Gently, you lead his hands out of your hair, and turn to face him. His face fits between your palms so easily—and he yields to temptation, closing eyes and resting chin on your hands. 

“You didn’t neglect me.” You promise and kiss him, the sweet and soft taste of his lips so addictive, almost slipping you out of control again. “We’ve both been busy with our matters, but now we have lots of time to catch up. No sulking, alright?”

“No sulking.” Izo kisses your fingers before reaching for another moisturizing cosmetic and gesturing you to turn back around. 

“So—” you nestle cozy against him, your book abandoned this time— “tell me, what those idiot apprentices did this time?”

He somehow groans with mental pain and laughs at the same time. “This is going to be the longest list of complaints in my life.”

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[sashi-ya]

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 29 ➡ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈𝐳𝐨 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. office au.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: @jin-supremacy01 asked: hiii sashi! 🌹 another event of yours that i am excited for! May i please request f! reader x izou for day 29 of your event? Office setting AU, boss izou/secretary f! reader and they are in a current relationship if possible 🧎🏽‍♀️ Lots of spanking (with his spanking paddle that he keeps specifically for her maybe?? and f! reader enjoys when the paddle is used), degrading, teasing, and any other kinks of your choice! Thank you so much, Sashi!! 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. degrading. dom izo. spanking with paddle. fingering. vag sex. creampie. 𝐰𝐜: 1.1k ➡ hentober masterlist

“Very well, (Name). Please, leave the papers over my desk” “Yes, Izou-sama. Do you need anything else?” “Yes, sweetheart. Please, bend over the desk for me”

Your still sore glutes get ready for another night of spanks; your boss -and lover- enjoys to the fullest the way you whimper underneath him whenever he uses the “paddle”.

The paddle he keeps stored on the second drawer of his desk that only the key hanging on your neck can open. Izo bends over you, as you also do over the desk. His long black hair falls on each side of his and your face as he does, his scent makes you shiver in desire, the delicate lips of your lover land on the commissure of your lips.

“Do you know what are you here for, (Name)?” he asks, whispering, teasing you as his crotch gets pressed against your ass. “I’m your secretary, so I’m here to help- you, boss” you mumble, feeling his growing erection and the warmth of his breathe as he waits for your answer.

Izo scoffs, “help me? You are here to be fucked, not to help me. Who do you think you are?” he says, using his soft hand to squeeze your cheeks with violence. His index, explores your lips and then inside of your mouth, dragging saliva all over your chin and commissures. “You are here for me to use your holes as much as I want, to squirt your dirty whore fluids all over my dick whenever I want. You don’t see how below you are to me, and that’s something you will have to be punished for”

You swallow, of course he is gonna punish you. He is gonna use the paddle, he is gonna use his palms, and you love it.

Your long haired boss pulls from your collar to get the little key off your neck, but not before popping a few buttons off your shirt. “Look at you whore, you look better with your bust exposed, you should walk this way around the office every day” he says, in a degrading -yet, extremely aroused- tone.

Opened the drawer, the device that will leave your glutes burning is already on his hands. Izo inspects your garments, lifting your pencil skirt to discover a special addition to your outfit you chose just for him. Black elastics carving indentations on your skin hold your thigh highs ups, the fine lace of a garter rounds your hipbones.

“Did you buy this slut? Or are you wearing it for another man?” Izo asks, almost frothing from the mouth but also a little jealous.

“I- it’s just for you, Izo-sama” you quickly answer, sure he is ascending to heaven with your sexy lingerie.

He doesn’t buy it, or at least he pretends he doesn’t. He has to act mad with you, he wants to punish, and he needs to make your skin sore.

“Don’t lie to me, little slut… in any case I will fuck you so hard and leave this ass so sore you won’t be able to fuck any other idiot” Izo says, giving you the first spank. It makes you whimper, sound that he stops from coming from your mouth by placing his hand over it.

Izo forces you to stop moaning louder, he doesn’t want the rest of the employees knowing what he is doing inside… or perhaps he does. “Bitch, stop mewling you are gonna make the whole office to hear us”

You tremble, both because of the pain as he keeps punishing you with the paddle and because you need more, more of him. Everything he accuses you of, he is right. You are his little slut, you enjoy everything he does with and to your body.

You can’t stop moaning, as your teary blurred vision tries to fix on the little sign with his name. “Newgate Izo, Flintlock C.E.O” it puts, engraved in the finest copper, fine like him but hard as well as him. He has spanked you countless times, you have lost track the second he pulled your panties off and his fingers went inside to play with your fluids. Fluids, yes, the ones he points out now that are oozing and dripping through your inner thighs.

“Look at you, so wet just because I keep hitting your ass? Or is it because you like my fingers to get inside that used cunt of yours?” he laughs, fingering you harder and with beckoning motions that make your legs shiver and become weaker every time.

You can only moan, and even if you would have love to say something you couldn’t. The sound of his white formal pants zipper going down was worth the silence. “Spread, I will fuck you now. And you better hold my cum inside you, ok? I don’t want my office getting all dirty. My sister is coming after”

You do as he tells, spreading and lifting your ass you allow him to penetrate you with no mercy, no delicacy, absolutely the opposite way anyone would think of this delicate man. His hand gripped in your hair, pulling your head back, his other hand around your neck ordering to look straight to the door. “Look, you are so stupid you couldn’t lock the door… what will people think if they come in and see you? Do you want the rest to know what a little slut you are? You want them to see you being punished for being such a whore? Do you want the rest to know how much you like to suck my dick under my desk?”

“I’m so-sorry Izo-sama… I-“ you try to apologize, absolutely in vain as he is not listening. Izo is in trance fucking you so rough and good, and you frankly, too. His endless hip thrusts making you reach climax, the way your clit now is hitting the side of his desk to overstimulate you, they way he has now almost vertical with your back against his chest and his hand squeezing your breasts with no care for your body integrity…

You moan loud enough to be heard by everyone, but he doesn’t mind because your climax make your walls milk his dick with endless clenches. And just as he ordered you, he fills you up with his warm release, absolutely careless about a single consequence that has nothing to do with pleasure.

“Good job, my little whore” he whispers turning you around, and sitting you over his desk. You smile still with trembling lips (both). “You know I don’t mean those bad words, right? I love you” he says, he loves degrading you but only during sex. “I know, my love. Never stop fucking me that way ~”

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[cyborg-franky]

General Headcanons - Izou

A. Admitting feelings. Feelings? Gross, who has time for those? Izou never really thinks about how he feels in that way for people. It sort of hits him like a sack of bricks or is aggressively pointed out to him by people like Marco and Thatch.

He will never confess first though, he hopes you figure it out. Sometimes because he is so stubborn he needs someone to run interference and confess for him and even then he’ll pretend he doesn’t have feelings.

B. Bad Habit Stubborn, can look you up and down and judge how much you spent on your outfit. He also is a little bit of a gossip and aggressive matchmaker.

C. Commitment Depends on who you are and how the relationship is going. If he’s into you, loves you, he’ll literally die for you and always be by your side. On the other hand, if it’s something casual or isn’t fulfilling his emotional needs he’ll drop it at the earliest convinence.

D. Damage Pre marineford - He’s just kinda like that ya know?

#izou #izou x reader #izou x you #izou x yn #izou x y/n #izou one piece #izo x reader #izo x you #izo x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #sfw #gender neutral reader

[kazenomegaminowanpisu]

hello if it ok can you please do a reaction for (separate) Marco,ace ,izo, zoro ,smoker, aokiji reaction to having a future vision seeing their darling wearing a kimono while playing with their future children their children call and running to them hugging them"mommy daddy over here" and you Walk up to them they noticed a wedding ring on our finger you kiss them on the cheek and said "hello my love welcome home"

Op Boys vision about their beloved person wearing a kimono while playing with their future children

Warning:SFW, Fluff, Reaction

Feat:Marco, Ace, Izo, Zoro, Smoker, Aokiji

Marco

- Marco would be in awe and filled with happiness when he sees the vision of his beloved wearing a kimono and playing with their future children.

- His heart would swell with love and pride as their children call out to him, running into his embrace.

- Marco's eyes would widen in surprise and joy when he notices the wedding ring on your finger, symbolizing your commitment to each other.

- He would be touched by your affectionate greeting, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment as he finally arrives home to his loving family.

Ace

- Ace would be overjoyed and emotional at the sight of his darling wearing a beautiful kimono, playing with their adorable children.

- The vision of his children running towards him, calling him "daddy," would bring tears to his eyes.

- His heart would skip a beat when he notices the wedding ring on your finger, realizing that you have become his wife.

- Ace would be speechless as you greet him with a loving kiss on the cheek and the words, "Hello my love, welcome home," making him feel like the luckiest man in the world.

Izo

- Izo, known for his composed nature, would be taken aback and immediately overwhelmed with joy when he sees the vision of you in a kimono, playing with your future children.

- A smile would grace his face as the children happily rush towards him, calling him "mommy" or "daddy."

- His eyes would widen when he notices the wedding ring on your finger, symbolizing the strength of your bond.

- Izo would feel a rush of love and happiness as you greet him with a tender kiss on the cheek and the words, "Hello my love, welcome home," making him feel complete.

Zoro

- Zoro, though initially surprised, would be filled with warmth and happiness seeing the vision of you wearing a kimono, playing with your future children.

- While not openly emotional, a soft smile would appear on Zoro's face as your children excitedly call out to him, hugging him tightly.

- He would notice the wedding ring on your finger and be amazed by the depth of your commitment to each other.

- Zoro would blush slightly at your affectionate greeting, appreciating the feeling of homecoming and the love that surrounds him.

Smoker

- Smoker, known for his stoic nature, would find it hard to contain his surprise and amazement when he sees the vision of you in a kimono, happily playing with your future children.

- Initially caught off guard, a warm smile would slowly grace his face as he watches the children call out to him, running into his welcoming arms.

- When he notices the wedding ring on your finger, it would bring a rush of emotions, realizing the depth of your relationship.

- Smoker would be touched by your loving kiss on the cheek and the words, "Hello my love, welcome home," feeling a sense of belonging and contentment.

Aokiji

- Aokiji, known for his calm demeanor, would be pleasantly surprised and deeply moved by the vision of you wearing a kimono, playing with your future children.

- A gentle smile would form on his face as your children run towards him, calling him "mommy" or "daddy."

- His eyes would catch the wedding ring on your finger, symbolizing the commitment you both share.

- Aokiji would be filled with a warm and comforting feeling as you greet him with a tender kiss on the cheek and the words, "Hello my love, welcome home," making him feel a sense of peace and happiness.

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[alexa-fika]

Whatever you do is going to be good anyway

But the scenario am picturing is in Marineford

Winged Reader is with Mihawk and he's hiding but during the chaos he finds himself hiding in the Whitebeards ship

And when they save Ace the escape with Mihawk's son And they try to help him go back to Mihawk

But if you want to change anything that's okay

🐼💕~

Enemies yesterday, Babysitters today ( Whitebeard pirates x male!oDracule!child!reader)

A/N: Okay yall I honestly might revisit this later and add more wholesomeness to it cause im not completely content with the level it has right now, but you tell me does it make you kick your feet?

Dividers by @/saradika

“Gurararara Ace, how are you feeling?”

"Doing good pops, still mad my jolly Roger got erased,” he grumbles

“We can do the tattoo Again; just be glad you are only missing that and not your life; you were almost a goner there.” Marco sighs

“Fair enough, still stings when I look in the mirror, though,” he mumbles

A crash sounds across the ship as what sounds like boxes and a scream echo from the storage room of the Moby Dick

“We might have a stowaway…” Marco notes

“Is it one of the bastards from Marineford?” Jozu growls, activating his devil fruit

“Be Careful, Jozu, we do not know who we are dealing with here,” Izou says, pulling out his guns

“Don’t even think about it, Sir; you are still healing,” One of the nurses comments, looking towards Whitebeard, who grunts in response

“We’ll handle it, pops; I don’t mind a little exercise; I’m bored, and if it is one of the bastards, I need to let out some steam,” he says, walking towards the storage room; the rest of the commanders, following behind him

“Whoever they are, they should be able to hold their own if they managed to make it on board,” Thatch says, his eyes lighting up with a twinkle.

“I wonder what they would be doing in the storage, though…”

“It’s probably a marine stowaway; probably best to show him some rough treatment,” Vista says as he smirks, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“Come on out.” He calls our

Ace kicks the door open.

“Alright, whoever you are, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Ace says, grinning

“If they don’t answer, then we’ll have to find them ourselves,” Marco says as he begins to activate his power

Ace walks ahead and peeks into the corner where the commotion could be heard from, and he stills, making gestures to their fellow commanders to lower their weapons as he kneels down

“Ace, be careful; a wounded man is still a threat, especially the ones trying to hide,” Marco states as walking next to the second commander

“Don’t lower your…guard.” he stops glancing at their stowaway

“Pop’s is going to love this one,” he mutters, turning back to the rest of the commanders

“It’s a kid”

“What, is this someone’s kid? A stray?” Izou questions, looking down at the stowaway

Reader glances between all the men staring him down, inching back and trying to make himself smaller, covering himself with his wings

“Kid, what brings you here ?” Ace says with a soft voice,

“How were you able to get on board? How long have you been hiding for?” Ace says as he sits on his knees to meet the kid's height, looking at him directly in his eyes

Reader glances at Ace for a second but lowers his face and tries to dig himself deeper into his caccoon between his wings

“He's scared, a very brave kid, that one, I would be too if I was in this situation.” He says, smiling kindly at the stowaway,

“Hey, it's ok, you're safe now.”

“Wait.. you’re, you're the kid that was with Hawkeye when we were dueling,” Vista states, taking a closer look at the winged child

Reader looks up at that

“You know, Dad?” He mumbles

“Oh yes, yes, we know who he is,” Vista answers as he gets on his knees beside Ace.

“What are you doing on this ship, kid? You know this isn’t the type of lifestyle for someone as young as you?”

He unfurls himself from His wings slightly

“I -I left the raft. Dad told me to stay on the raft no matter what, but I thought he was going to get hurt, and then Uncle Shanks came, and I got scared they were going to fight again,” he rambles on

“I think we finally have the story here. That sounds like an adventurous kid,” Ace says, rubbing his brow in thinking

“A bit brave and reckless, too,” he adds on

“He’s definitely got a good head on his shoulders,” Izou says approvingly of the boy

“Okay, you ended up on the battlefield because you got scared for your father, but how did you end up here in the Moby Dick.” Inquires Marco, looking down at him

“Everything was confusing; there was so much going on, so umm, I kinda ended up here..”

“Aww, Kid, we’ve all been through times like that; I’m sure your father will be grateful you at least took the initiative to get to him,” Thatch says with a smile.

“But, you can’t just board a pirate’s ship and expect them to be kind; you might not be as lucky next time,” he says, kneeling down in front of him

Marco sighs

“let’s bring him out to Pops; we’ll talk about what we’ll do from there.”

“Yes, I think that’s enough questions for now; I don’t think this kid needs a full-on interrogation just yet,” Vista adds.

Reader gets up hesitantly and approaches Vista, stretching his up, opening and closing his hands

Vista chuckles, lifting the child and putting him on his hip

“Are you really Hawkeyes kid?”

He nods

“Are you friends with Dad?”

“Not exactly…I mean, we know each other and have fought before…” Vista trails off, slightly unsure of what he wants to say

“There’s…mutual respect between us, but we have found ourselves on opposite sides on the battlefield.” he says, mulling over his words, trying to define their relationship best not to alarm the small child.”

“Regardless, we will help you return to your father; do not worry.” Ace states

“What are your names?”

“I am Vista of the Flower Swords”

He gestures at the group

Portgas D. Ace.”

“Jozu of the Diamond”

“Marco the Phoenix”

“Thatch, Head of the Ships Cooks

Flintlock Pistols Izou.”

“Geez, Vista, No need to be so formal.” Thatch sighs

Reader smiles, his wings flapping happily behind him

“Im Dracule Reader, umm Reader from Papa!”

“Reader? What an interesting name for a little boy.” Izou says with a slight chuckle

“This is Pops, Whitebeard, the captain of this ship,” Vista says, walking in front of said man

Reader awes at the man fluttering out of Vista’s hold and up to Whitebeard

“You’re big! You’re bigger than the humandrills at home!” He says, circling around him

“I was wondering who was making that ruckus; what brings this brat here,” he says, glancing at the flying boy

“He said his name was Reader, Dracule Reader,” Marco said, glancing up at both

“Dracule? What is your relation to Hawkeye?”

“That’s Papa!”

“Hawkeye is your father?” He says, looking over to Marco, who nods

“Vista confirmed it; he saw this one lingering around the battlefield close to Hawkeye.”

“That is correct, pops; the little one is Hawkeye's son,” he says proudly, pointing at Reader

“We found him hiding in the storage room.” Marco clarified

“He said he followed his father into the battlefield but lost him in the heat of the battle,” Vista says, explaining the circumstances as to how Reader found his way to Whitebeard's crew

“I see, in that case, Bring me a Den Den Moshi,” Whitebeard says to one of the nurses next to him

“We’ll get into contact with your father.”

“You’ll help me get back? But Mister Vista of the Flower swords said you were fighting with Dad.”

“Yes, your father and we are on opposite sides; however, your father was just following orders from the Marines, and regardless if he was an enemy or not, you are not. I know the pain of losing a son,” he says, glancing at Ace

“Because I know the pain, I do not wish it upon anyone right now; this is not between enemies but between fathers. You were not involved in the fight, and as such, there is no need for you to suffer from it,” he grunts as the nurses bring him the Den-Den Mushi

Reader’s lip quivers

“Thank you!”

“You’re safe now, kid; we’re going to call your dad and let him know you’re safe; once we do, we can arrange somewhere to meet. You’re lucky you picked the right ship to stow away on, kid,” Marco says

“I’m sure your father is worried sick trying to find you. Don’t worry; we’ll make the arrangements to get you back to your dad,” Thatch says with a smile

Reader flies down to to where the commenders stood

“Thank you, Marco, the Phoenix and Thatch head of ship cooks.”

Marco chuckles at this

“Vista, this is why I said not to be so formal! Oi kid, no need for titles.” Thatch groans out

“Is Thatch head of the ships cooks not your name? But Vista of the flower swords said those were your names?”

Thatch chuckles

” You’re something else, kid; I like you.”

“Ah?” He tilts his head, confused

“I can see you are going to be quite the handful; Vista told you our names and Epithets, surnames in Ace’s case; you don’t need to call me Flintlock Pistols Izou; you can just call me Izou,” he comments, chuckling, along with the other commanders

”Izou’s right; we all have titles or epithets; you’ve got a good head on you, kid; how about you give it a try,” the chef said, gesturing to himself

“Umm, Thatch Cooks?”

“Cooks? Now I’m not sure if you’re messing with me or not,” he laughs

“Not quite that; try again, just one word,” he says while trying to hold back his laughter

“Thatch?”

“That’s right, see, not so hard you’re already learning.” he laughs and ruffles his head

He beams at the compliment and glances at Vista

“Vista?”

“Haha, that’s my name, kid,” he says.

“Well done!” he exclaims happily, picking him up once again and placing him on his shoulders

Joyous giggles escape the small boy, holding onto his head and flapping his wings occasionally to keep balance until he picks up the sound of the Den Den Mushi ringing and a familiar voice coming through

“Hawkeye,” Whitebeard calls curtly

“What do you want, Shirohige? If this concerns the recent battle, I really do not have time-

“It’s about your son; he is here.”

Mihawk falls silent for a moment

“What?”

“Your son stowed away on the Moby Dick; he said he was trying to escape the head of the battle and ended up in my ship.”

“Where are you?”

“We are approaching Sabaody Archipelago.”

“Very well. I will be there shortly.”

“We’ll be waiting for you,” he said, hanging up and glancing toward the child

“He will meet us at the next Island.”

Reader can’t help but laugh with relief, glad that they will see their father soon

Vista chuckles

“You’re in a better mood than you were when we first discovered you now, aren’t you?”

He nods

“Im gonna see Dad again!”

“You sure are; you just have to stick with us, and we’ll ensure you get to him safe and sound,” Ace exclaims

“Okay!”

Vista smiles, taking off his iconic hat and placing it over the child

They giggle as the hat envelops them, and he raises it slightly to take a small peek and be able to see

Ace smiles at the gesture, happy to see the kid smile after the traumatic ordeal he’s been through

“Glad you are in a better mood,” Ace grins, ruffling Reader’s hair

“That’s good to hear, kid; I’m happy as well,” Marco adds, giving the kid’s hat a little pat before pulling it back down to cover them

They shriek cheerfully as they are once again enveloped by the hat

“Gurararara, We’ve got ourselves a live one; didn't get that from your father, that’s for sure.” he grinned as the ship pulled up to the Archipelago; it was still dark out but slowly beginning to become morning in the distance

“Hm? Isin’t that Hawkeye over there?” Thatch comments, squinting his eyes to a small raft that slowly approached the Moby Dick

“Let’s not get too close to the raft; let him approach us,” Izou says, looking towards the raft

“He won’t try anything, not with his son here, and Im sure even someone like him can tell when he is outnumbered with all of our commanders and pops here Marco says, leaning against the railing and staring at the approaching raft

Ace approaches the railing, trying to get a better view of the raft, looking to make out the figure at the front

“It is him.”

“Dad?” The small child says, peeking out from under the hat again

“Dad!” He exclaims, taking off towards the approaching raft, ignoring the calls from the pirates as he barrels into Mihawk, hugging him tightly, tears pooling in his eyes as he apologizes repeatedly.

“I’m sorry, Dad; you told me to stay in the raft, but I thought you would get hurt, and I just caused more trouble for you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cries

Mihawk stands frozen for a second, taken back by his son’s words

“No. Your apology is unnecessary. The fault lies in me for leaving you alone. What’s important is that you are back with me now.” he says, embracing him

“Look, I require you to stay by my side from now on, okay? No more running off by yourself.” Mihawk says as the raft gradually comes closer to the Moby Dick.

He nods his head vigorously, the hat too big for his head, wobbling around at the movement

Mihawk glances up at the hat and raises an eyebrow mutely, questioning his child

“It’s Mister Vista’s”

“Is that so?” he says, glancing up at the Moby Dick, spotting said man along with the commanders and Whitebeard himself leaning against the railing, watching father and son

Whitebeard’s gaze slowly falls upon Mihawk.

“You’ve got yourself a handful there, Hawkeye. But I must say, it’s good to see someone capable of putting the past behind them; such is the innocence of childhood.”

“Indeed, it is something that I have sworn myself to protect at all cost,” he says, looking back upon his son

“We meet Again, Hawkeye,” Vista says, grinning at the swordsman

“It seems we do, Vista of the Flower Swords; you have my gratitude for taking care of my son

“It was my pleasure; he is definitely something special, though,” he says with a chuckle

“Let us finish the fight we put on hold the next time we see each other; I anxiously wait to see who will come on top; the promise of that is enough payment for me.”

“Then so it shall be; the next time we encounter, we will let our blades finish what they started,” he said, preparing to return home with his son

“Ah, wait!” He said, flying back to the Moby Dick and gently placing Vista’s hat on his head once again

“Thank you, Mister Vista, thank you, everyone; I hope I can see you again! I had fun!”

“You’ll be seeing me again someday, kid, so make sure you do all you can to get stronger,” he says, lowering the child to the ground, ruffling his hair

“You’re going to make quite a fine pirate someday,” Vista laughs, ruffling the boy’s hair. “now get on back to your father and get some rest; this was a big day for you.”

“And don’t worry, kid, all of you are always welcome on my ship; just make sure next time to board it the proper way and not as a stowaway,” Whitebeard says with a broad smile

“I couldn’t agree more. Don’t be a stranger, kid!” Ace says to the pair as he watches over the kid

“You’re lucky it was us you picked to stow away with, kid; you have nothing to worry about from us,” Marco adds, ruffling Reader’s head

Whitebeard’s gaze falls upon the two once again as they bid their farewells to the kid

Future parts with Uncle shanks? Or Maybe Whitebeard pirates babysitting?

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

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[standfucker]

White Out

Characters: Marco, Ace, Thatch, Izo

Reader: AFAB, GN pronouns (they/them)

Word Count: 10,427 (I'm sorry.)

CW: Explicit N.SFW content, PWP, gangbang, double penetration, knifeplay (light), oral, anal, deepthroating, breast fucking, degradation, praise, roleplay, CNC, bondage, BDSM, short reader (mentioned briefly, not size kink though)

Summary: I have nothing to say for myself.

Actual Summary: You and your four favorite people try your hands at a little roleplay.

AO3 Link

The safety discussion had been summarized one last time, preferences and limits clearly defined so there was no confusion.

You’re still not sure how it happened–sure, you could name the sequence of events that led up to it, the friends-with-benefits relationships with each of them, the drunken admittance of your deepest fantasies that one night–but it still didn’t seem real.

But there you were, perched on the edge of Marco’s bed before all of them:

Marco. Ace. Thatch. Izo.

As the first mate, Marco had the luxury of his own quarters, and offered them as a setting for your scene. The room seemed smaller with the five of you in it, but that was fine. Should things go as planned, you wouldn’t be needing extra space.

Thatch cradled your face in one giant hand, tilting your head up so you looked him in the eye. “Ready?”

You swallowed and nodded.

“Are you sure? You look nervous.”

“I am,” you admitted, “but that’s okay. It… It makes it…” Your cheeks grew even warmer than they already were. 

“Better?” Izo finished for you, smirking despite himself.

“Yeah…” It was so much easier to be honest under the influence of alcohol, but for this, it was important that you were all sober. “I’m ready.”

For a moment, no one spoke, unsure of how to start. You weren’t normally that shy, but the thought that this was really happening, and in front of all of them, had you momentarily frozen. Nervousness twisted up your insides and intertwined with the heat between your legs, making it all the more responsive. Nothing had happened yet, but just the anticipation alone made you wet.

Izo found his voice first, clearing his throat before speaking. “Well, well, well,” he said, pitched low with an eagerness that made your heart pound, “what do we have here?”

As if breaking a seal, Izo’s commencement spurred on the others.

“A Marine,” Ace’s voice dripped with disdain, and he looked down at you, shocking you at how easily he fell into the roll, “sailing all alone…”

“...and ripe for the taking,” Thatch concluded, eyes half-lidded.

A shiver ran through your body, and you wondered if they had talked about this behind your back, because they were working off each other maddeningly well already. You sucked in a shaky breath. “You might as well kill me–I’ll never talk.”

Marco chuckled darkly. “Hear that, guys? They said they’ll never talk, yoi…” He approached the bed, suddenly grabbing your shirt by the collar and yanking you onto your feet. He adjusted his grip, taking a bigger fistful of the fabric, then pulled up, until he was lifting you entirely off of the ground, bringing you face-to-face. “But I bet I can make you sing.”

You knew he was strong, but this–this was showing off, impressing the power difference between you. And it was working, your stomach flipping in place at the thought of how easy it was for him. For any of them. You weren’t weak by any means, but the Division Commanders outclassed you.

“N-Never,” you bit back, despite the obvious effect his manhandling was having on you, “I could never be affected by the likes of your kind, pirate scum!”

“Hm,” Marco leaned his head even closer, lips barely hovering over your own. For a moment, you thought he might kiss you–and then he bit your lower lip, just short of breaking the skin, making your whole body tense and drawing out an involuntary whimper.

“We’ll see.” He dropped you, and you stumbled back, into someone’s chest. You hadn’t even noticed Ace moving behind you with Marco commanding your attention.

Ace ran his hands down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps despite the heat of his skin, until he reached your wrists, where he tightened his grip and forced them behind your back. He nosed into your neck, inhaling your scent before dragging his hot tongue up the side and growling, “Izo, pass me the rope.”

You were already trembling from it all, Ace’s iron-like grip, his tongue, the heat radiating off his body that always seemed to intensify whenever you slept together. The scene must have excited him, because he was raising the temperature of the entire room, not to mention the hardness that pressed into your rear.

Izo plucked the length of rope from Marco’s desk and stepped over to you, handing it to Ace with one hand while the other gripped your chin harshly, forcing you to look up at him. “Poor little thing, shaking like a leaf. Are you that scared?”

Of all of them, it was Izo, surprisingly enough, who had the strongest dominant streak. He was entirely in his element as he smirked down at you, not giving you a chance to reply before he continued, “you should be. You got caught by the wrong pirates, my dear.”

Your trembling had nothing to do with fear, of course. The nerves were there, but the knowledge that you could stop at any time was a reassurance that only made everything hotter, in a way. You gave Izo a defiant look, even as Ace worked on tying your wrists together behind your back. “I’m not scared of you.”

Izo’s smirk widened. “No? Maybe I should tell you what we have planned for you, then… See how you feel after that. Do you want to know?” He leaned in closer. “What it is we’re going to do to you?”

Anticipation made your heart pound like a hammer. You weren’t sure if you were meant to respond until Izo’s grip tightened almost painfully on your chin. “Speak,” he ordered, the command sending a jolt between your legs.

“I d-don’t care,” you spat, “It doesn’t matter what you do–I won’t submit.”

“Is that what you think?” Izo purred, “then I think I’ll go ahead and tell you…”

Ace finished tying your wrists, the rope snug but not too tight. You pulled against it, testing the hold, but as an experienced sailor, there was no chance of the expertly-tied knot coming undone. “How’s that?” Ace whispered into your ear, momentarily breaking character.

“Green,” you responded, then tensed when he licked the shell of your ear, resisting the urge to whine.

Izo leaned down further until he was speaking into your other ear, voice husky and dark with promise. “For the next few hours, you belong to us. And we’ll do whatever we want with you. You’re going to be stuffed full–in every hole–until you can’t think about anything but our cocks. We’re going to fuck you so well that for the rest of your life, you’ll have to live with the knowledge that the best orgasms you ever had were at the hands of pirate scum.”

You could physically feel yourself getting wetter with every sentence, breath catching in your throat. He was too good at this, evident in how his words were affecting the others, as well. Thatch was palming at his crotch, breathing less evenly. Marco bit his lip, the fingers of one hand curling and uncurling repeatedly. You had the sudden mental image of a bird of prey’s talons closing around a mouse. The thought was not helping.

Ace’s lips attached to the side of your neck then, and you clamped your mouth shut to muffle the whine that rose in turn, but it was still audible. The men reacted like dogs to a whistle, eyes locked onto you at the sound. Ace didn’t let up, sucking and nibbling until your legs were shaking, one hand holding the rope around your wrists and the other clasped onto your hip.

Among your partners, you normally only let Marco leave bruises, as he could heal them after a session, leaving nothing for your crewmates to potentially tease you about. For this scene, it was allowed for the same reason. As a result, this was the first time Ace got to indulge, and you suspected he had a kink. He was clearly into it, grinding his hard-on into you shamelessly as he started on another mark a little higher up your neck.

Izo let go as he stood back to his full height, appraising your reaction, desire simmering in his dark eyes. “Look at you. We’ve barely started, and you can hardly stand.”

It was getting harder to think with Ace chewing up your neck while Izo talked down to you, but you managed to play the role despite it. “S-Shut up. The others will–mm!–will come looking for me.”

“Oh? When will that be, exactly? You aren’t scheduled to arrive at your destination for days, pretty thing. And we’ve taken your transponder snail.”

Ace broke away from your neck to growl into your ear, “No one is coming to save you.” And then his tongue was on your neck again, licking his way to a new spot to bruise.

You almost lost composure at that, briefly considering just stopping the scene and begging them to take you on the spot. Sheer force of will held you together at that point. You wanted to see it through to the end, though, certain that if you just held on, the reward would be well worth it.

Izo reached into his kimono, and your pulse quickened, knowing what was coming next. The sharp edge of the dagger he withdrew glinted in the lamplight.

“I’d try and hold still, pet. Get those legs of yours under control, hm?” Izo said to you, but he glanced at Ace as he spoke. Ace got the message, pausing his ministrations and pulling you tight against him to keep you still. He did not remove his mouth from your neck.

Izo touched the tip of the dagger to the base of your throat with the barest pressure, feather-light and not enough to break the skin, before sliding it up, slowly, all the way to your chin. You were thankful for Ace’s hold on you then, because you were sure your knees would give out. It was almost embarrassing how badly it made your cunt throb.

Izo smirked like he knew.

Lowering the blade to slide flat under your shirt, he pulled it toward him, turning it so the sharp edge of the dagger was against the fabric. In a single, downward motion, he cut through the front. Then he cut through your sleeves, until the shirt was only being held in place by Ace’s body. Izo grabbed the shirt and pulled it from between you two, so you could feel Ace’s bare skin against yours.

“Oh,” you breathed, never quite able to get used to Ace’s change in temperature when he was aroused. His skin against yours was like sinking into a hot bath, contrasting against the cooler air on your chest. In any other situation, it would have been relaxing. But your focus instantly went back to Izo as he cut through both bra straps next, then the center band. He ripped that off, too, exposing your chest. He did not miss the way your nipples had hardened, and you had to bite back a pitiful noise when he touched the tip of the dagger to a nipple.

You shut your eyes, briefly overwhelmed, and the touch moved away. A moment later, you felt him pulling the hem of your pants away from your skin so he could safely slice through those as well. Soon you were only in your underwear, which Izo left alone. Satisfied, he walked over to the desk and set down the dagger, then stepped into place beside Marco and Thatch. “Who wants to go first?”

Ace resumed his steady devouring of your neck, shifting the hand on your hip forward, along the hem of your underwear, and then under it, trailing a blazing path down your mons until his fingers were separating your outer lips. He paused at feeling just how wet you were, and you felt his lips curl into a smirk against your neck.

“Looks like Ace is,” Thatch muttered, not actually sounding all that bothered–he liked the show. “Look at his grin… I bet they’re soaked.”

You had to bite your lip as Ace’s hot fingers delved between your folds, stroking idly and making your knees weak. The very wet, very lewd squelching that arose only confirmed Thatch’s words. The sound had a visible effect on the men, the air in the room seeming to thicken with combined desire.

Ace let go of the rope with his other hand, moving it to your head, and he grabbed a fistful of hair close to the base before harshly forcing you to bend over. “Their mouth is free, Thatch.”

The pulling on your scalp and the roughness with which Ace handled you only fueled your fire. You thought you couldn’t possibly burn any hotter, but then Thatch approached you, unbuckling his belt, and your body was searing. He freed his cock, stroking it with one hand while the other replaced Ace’s in your hair, and leaned his hips forward until the tip pressed against your mouth.

“Go on, then, make yourself useful,” Thatch said, the tremor in his voice betraying his excitement, “you know what will happen if you bite, so why don’t you just take it like a good little prisoner?”

You met Thatch’s eye, but your glare quickly faltered due to Ace suddenly penetrating you with his fingers. Your breath hitched, momentarily unable to respond with the pressure and heat now massaging so expertly inside you. 

“You’re okay. Come on,” Thatch murmured, pupils blown wide at the sight of you buckling under the pleasure, and then his voice dropped low, “open.”

The deep pitch cut through the haze and into your head, the command reaching that part of you that you couldn’t let out anywhere else, the part of you that longed to listen and obey, that wanted nothing more than to cede control. You opened your mouth, tongue sticking out, unable to stop the whine that followed.

“There you go…” Thatch praised, pushing himself into your mouth with a hiss, “fuuuck…”

He was already leaking, pre-cum salty on your tongue. Your noises were quickly muffled as he inched in further, then pulled out a little, only to push back in even deeper, lubricating himself bit by bit with your saliva.

It was difficult with Ace casually fingering you, but as long as he didn’t touch your clit, you were pretty sure you could focus on both things. You relaxed your jaw, letting Thatch reach the back of your throat, and then you sucked.

“Fuck!” Thatch cursed, fingers tightening in your hair in an attempt not to ram himself down your throat, the pain making you moan around his cock. Thatch eased his grip on your hair only slightly, keeping you in place as he started to thrust shallowly into your mouth. “That’s it… Fuck, just like that…”

Ace rested his free hand on your hip, and you felt him press a kiss to your back before licking the skin there. “Heh… They got wetter,” he announced to the others, “you love this, don’t you? Such a cockslut… I bet you let all the other Marines use you like this.”

You normally couldn’t reach orgasm without touching your clit, but with Ace gleefully degrading you, you thought for a moment you just might. It was all you could do to stay on your feet.

“Nng! I’m gonna… Go deeper,” Thatch panted, “one of you, watch for their signal for me… Ace, let up, will ya?”

With your wrists bound and your mouth full, the safety signal was you stamping your foot. You idly wondered if you’d need it–deepthroating wasn’t new, but it was always a challenge, and Thatch–all of them, really–were worked up from the scene, less prone to holding back.

Ace slowed his strokes so you could better focus on the task. Thatch pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust until you were fighting the urge to gag. You willed yourself to relax, focusing on your breathing, and Thatch eased himself into the tight canal of your throat.

“Oh, fuck!” He moaned, shutting his eyes as his grip in your hair tightened again. He opened one eye to take in your expression, making sure you were still okay, before starting up gentle thrusts. “So good. So fucking good, there you go… Taking me so well…”

Spit and pre-cum combined and dribbled down your chin, and your eyes watered reflexively until tears ran down your cheeks. Off to either side, you could see Marco and Izo, standing closer than before, both of their gazes fixed onto you. Marco was desperately rubbing himself over his pants while Izo had already disrobed, both kimono and undergarments forgotten on the floor as he stroked his cock.

Thatch had his eyes shut again at how good it felt, but a muffled moan from you had him look down at you. At the sight of your tears, something must have awakened in him, because his grunts tipped into something guttural, and he went a little faster, cursing weakly. “Fuck, oh, fuck! Not yet-!”

His hips began to stutter in their pace, and then Thatch let go of your hair and pulled out with a gasp, stepping back, his cock visibly throbbing. You coughed and caught your breath, switching back to breathing through your mouth, head hanging down.

“That was close… I almost came,” Thatch panted, crouching down next to you and cupping your cheek. He tilted your head up so you were looking him in the eye, thumb stroking your temple lovingly. “I want to save it… I want to cum in your cunt. Wanna fill you up, deep inside… Wanna see it dripping out of you…”

You could only whimper in response, thighs pressing around Ace’s hand. Now that you didn’t have to focus on deepthroating, he started pumping his fingers faster, and when he curled them just right, you stood up straight as if electrocuted, pressing back into him with a shaky whine.

Thatch walked over to a chair and slumped into it, taking a break so he could come down. He let out a sigh and groaned, “What a mouth…”

You leaned your head back on Ace’s shoulder, closing your eyes and generally trying to keep it together. Ace turned his head to kiss your temple, then whispered into your ear, “Eyes forward, captive. You’re far from done.”

You opened your eyes to see Marco approaching you, Izo following close behind him. Marco rested his hands on your hips, squeezing them before running them up your sides and to your front, where he groped your breasts. You bit your lip as he massaged and fondled them, but gasped when his thumbs started rubbing your nipples, the sensation like a current that ran from your chest straight to your cunt.

“Ah! N-Not there! No!” You cried, the touch igniting your whole self, a full-body sensation that spread out from between your legs.

Marco stopped immediately, going to lower his hands, but Izo caught his wrists, keeping them in place. “It’s fine, Marco. They didn’t use the safeword. You can keep going.”

Marco hesitated, then started rubbing again, and you all but thrashed, body jerking from the onslaught of stimulation but unable to escape it due to Ace’s firm hold on you.

“Oh, god! No, no, it’s–ah! It’s too much!” You pleaded, tearing up again. The attention to your nipples was making you drip, even with Ace’s hand in the way, a few clear drops on the floor beneath you slowly becoming a small puddle. Izo glanced down at it, then at you.

“My, my. So sensitive,” Izo mused, “is that really as much as you can handle? I thought surely a Marine would be tougher than that.”

“I… I…!” You started to say, then cursed, jerking again as Marco bent down to drag his tongue across a nipple. “Fuck!”

Marco licked your nipple over and over, alternating between pressing his tongue flat against it in slow passes, then using the tip to flick and circle the nub, and all you could do was take it. Your legs grew weak once more, and threatened to give out entirely when Marco closed his lips around your nipple and sucked.

Your back arched, and then your legs finally failed as Izo crouched down to suck on your other nipple. Ace held you up easily with one hand, completely unbothered by your weight as he continued to finger you all the while.

The combined sensation was overwhelming, every nerve alight as they messily sucked on your breasts, your whole cunt throbbing and clenching. Through the haze of pleasure, you wondered vaguely if you’d join that small percentage of people who could come from nipple stimulation alone–but it never happened. Instead, you only stayed torturously worked up, almost to the point of edging.

‘I bet you wanna cum, huh, babe?” Ace whispered into your ear. “We won’t leave you like this forever, don’t worry… We’re pirates, not monsters. Here…”

Ace’s thumb found your clit, rubbing in practiced circles, and you jerked again with another strangled cry. With all the prior buildup of the scene, much less the current multiple points of stimulation, it didn’t take long for your body to start its climb and rapidly ascend. Every bit of pleasure seemed to accumulate between your legs and build and build, with only one end in sight.

“I’m–I’m gonna cum, I’m–!” Your words turned into a broken sob as release crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in pure euphoria that radiated out from your clit and spread to every inch of your body. Ace sank his teeth into your shoulder, growling at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his fingers, slowing but not stopping their movement so as to draw out your orgasm. He didn’t stop until you were no longer grinding your cunt against his hand, at which he finally pulled out.

“Marco, Izo. Stop,” Ace directed, although the other two were well aware that you had finished and had already detached themselves from your chest. “Sixty seconds, remember?”

One of the rules you had in place was that after an orgasm, you needed a minimum of one minute to come down before you could be touched again, with one exception–if one of them was close, they could go past the limit, as you could always use your safeword if needed.

You slumped back against Ace, trembling and panting, your clit still pulsing with aftershocks.

“Easy does it,” Ace murmured, thumb rubbing circles on your hip, “we’re not finished, so just take a breather for now.” He brought the hand he fingered you with to his mouth, sucking your fluids from his fingers with a debauched groan, and you felt his body temperature raise another degree.

Izo stepped closer, until his cock pressed against your stomach, and he rutted against you with a pleased sigh, warm pre-cum smearing on your skin. He took your face in both hands, angling you to look at him. “Look at you. You love being our plaything, don’t you?”

Your head was swimming, but you knew he wanted an answer. The only thing adhering you to the scene at that point was the others keeping it up. “I don’t…”

“Hm, still a little fight left in you,” Izo remarked, thumbs brushing away tears, “no problem.”

“We’ll fuck it out of you,” Marco promised. “Thirty seconds left, yoi… Then you’re ours.”

Your eyes widened, because how had thirty seconds already passed? Sighing, you let your head rest in Izo’s hands, soaking in the affection that was admittedly out-of-place for the scene, though contrasted with his animalistic rutting. Gradually, your breath returned, and even though your legs found strength once more, Ace didn’t stop holding you.

“Five,” Marco counted down, sending a shiver of anticipation up your spine, “four… three… two… one.” 

Marco grabbed your underwear and ripped it off your body as easily as if it were made of paper, tossing it aside. He ran a finger through your folds, just to feel for himself how wet you were, sucking his lip between his teeth once he found out.

Ace’s free hand squeezed your ass, then trailed between the cheeks down to your puckered hole. A swell of panic rose within you suddenly, and you called out, “Yellow!”

As if a switch was flipped, everyone stopped instantly, pulling away from your body aside from Ace holding you. His other hand came to your shoulder, turning you so he could see your face, his own written with concern. “Is everything okay? What’s wrong? Do you need to stop?”

“I’m okay,” you assured, “and I definitely don’t want to stop.”

“Change your mind about anal?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s not it. I–I want that, too.” You raised your voice enough for Thatch to hear from his spot in the chair, a few feet away. “I just wanted to remind everyone, before we go any further: Anything that goes in my ass–tongue, fingers or dick–doesn’t go in the front or in my mouth afterward. Okay?” That was a lesson you had to learn the hard way, a triple infection that led to a humiliating visit to Marco. It was he who taught you how to play it safe.

The other four all agreed, verbally confirming that they understood.

Ace thought for a moment. “Unless we use a condom first, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay,” Ace said, “hey, Thatch. Pass me a condom.”

Another shiver ran down your spine at that. Thatch stood up, and Ace added, “And a glove, and the lube, please.” 

The requested items were wordlessly grabbed off the desk and brought to Ace, Thatch pausing to trace your lips with his index finger before he returned to his seat.

Ace turned you to face Marco and Izo again, so you could not see, but only hear the noises of him setting up: the snap of the latex glove on his hand, the squirt of the lube bottle, the wet smear of it between his fingers. You started to tremble again, and the men in front of you noticed, Marco petting your head while Izo’s smirk returned.

Ace’s fingers, now slick with lube, found your asshole once more. You expected the lube to be cold, but Ace had quickly warmed it to a comfortable temperature. He traced the ring of muscle teasingly, enjoying the way you tried to stifle your noise as a result, before penetrating you slowly with one finger.

You tensed, not meaning to make it difficult, but it felt so good you couldn’t help it. “Oh…”

“Relax,” Ace said softly, “just let me in… There, just like that, good…”

You bucked your hips back into his hand slightly, whimpering through a closed mouth and straining helplessly against the ropes binding your wrists. Ace probed deeper, until he reached the knuckle, then pulled back out, squeezing more lube onto his finger before pressing back in.

“You really like that, huh?” Marco commented, glancing below you, “dripping again, all over my floor.”

“Such a slut,” Izo’s grin was wicked, “getting off on being used by the enemy. You needed this so badly, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” you moaned, both in response to Izo and to the fact that Ace inserted a second finger.

“Tell me how much you love it, and maybe I’ll touch that needy little clit of yours, yoi,” Marco said, voice low in a way that was unlike him. It seemed the scene was teaching everyone something new about themselves.

Like you needed any more prompting. “I love it,” you moaned shamelessly, “please. I love it so much, please touch me, sir…”

“Sir, huh?” Marco’s lip curled in satisfaction before he reached between your legs, finding your clit on the first try. He rubbed slowly and gently, adding to the sensation of Ace fingering your ass rather than distracting from it. It was almost unfair how well they worked together. “That’s Commander to you, Marine. That goes for all four of us.”

Ace kept applying lube intermittently, more than he really needed for just his fingers, and you realized his intent when the characteristic sound of a foil wrapper tearing hit your ears. You could hear his breathing get heavier with excitement as he unrolled the condom onto himself, then added a generous coating of lube.

“Gimme a hand,” Ace spoke over your shoulder, at the other two. Even as the shortest one among them, he was still tall enough compared to you that he needed to pick you up to bring his hips level with yours.

Marco abandoned your clit in order to grab your hips, lifting you effortlessly. Ace placed one hand below Marco’s on your hip, the other lining himself up. The blunt head of his cock pressed against and then slowly penetrated your asshole. Ace threw his head back with a curse as Marco helped ease you down, lower and lower until Ace bottomed out.

Ace’s other hand came to your other side, and when his bare fingers dug into your hips, you realized he had discarded the glove at some point. “I–” Ace had to pause, briefly overwhelmed. “...I got ‘em, Marco, th-thanks.”

“Sure.” Marco released his hold, letting Ace support you, and you were certain he’d leave bruises with the strength of his grip. Not that you minded–the pain enhanced the pleasure the same way sweet and savory food complemented each other. A little bit of one (or even a lot, depending on your mood) went a long way in increasing the other.

Ace pulled back his hips just slightly before snapping them forward, like he didn’t want to be outside of you for a second, gasping as he did. “Tight! Oh, god, that’s tight. Fuck…”

The action drew a small moan out of you, a second following shortly after as Ace started up an easy pace. With his strength, he was able to hold you steady as he went, your body only moving forward a little when he bucked into you. You wondered why he didn’t just bounce you on him, until you realized he was attempting to make it easier for the other two to touch you.

Marco must have realized it, as well, because he went back to rubbing your clit a second later, making you twitch and keen under the dual sensations. Ace was splitting you open so nicely, the lube ensuring he slid in with little resistance. The slick, wet noises of his cock pistoning in and out seemed to amplify the feeling of being filled, your sensitive passage contracting around him without rhythm. His grunts and groans in your ear only made it better, voice raspy with the enticing sound of his unraveling.

“Beautiful,” Izo crooned, jerking himself off to the sight. His free hand grabbed your jaw, and then he was kissing you, firm and demanding. You moaned into his mouth and he licked at your tongue, tasting you for a breathless moment before biting your lip. He moved the hand on your jaw to the base of your throat, making room for him to kiss along your jaw and work his way down to the side of your neck Ace had left untouched, eager to sow his own field bruises.

The third point of stimulation was enough to start working your body up again, a slow but sure swelling that smoldered with the promise of ecstasy.

“Izo!” You cried as his teeth dug into the delicate flesh of your neck, “Ace… M-Marco!”

Izo bit down a little harder, as if in admonishment, at the same time that Marco growled, “Commander,” in a corrective tone that made your clit throb against his fingers.

“Commander!” You gasped, voice quivering, “please!”

You did not know what you were asking for. Whatever it was, they did not give it to you. The three of them continued their relentless onslaught on your senses for what felt like hours but could have only been minutes. Behind them, Thatch must have come down enough, because he was now stroking himself with one hand while he bit into the other, absolutely enraptured with the show.

Izo marked his way both down and up your neck, leaving behind a trail of dark marks and red paint until he was back at your lips. His lipstick had smeared, and combined with his messy hair, it was the perfect image of lust indulged, the sight alone pulling a desperate noise from you.

“What, you want more? It’s still not enough for you?” Izo spoke against your lips, the taunt not at all diminished by the heaviness of his breathing.

With Ace fucking your ass and Marco teasing your clit, you couldn’t form the words, only a pitiful, needy moan.

Izo laughed softly. “I know, sweet thing, I know.” He grabbed your thigh, spreading your legs wider for him to fit between them, and lined up his cock with the dribbling entrance to your cunt.

Ace only slowed down, unwilling or unable to stop, as Izo’s cock parted your folds. He slid inside easily, thick girth posing no problem with how ridiculously wet you were, and the both of you cried out at the sensation, a harmony of high and low pitched sounds. Izo stayed still for a moment, savoring the snug, warm fit, before the feeling of Ace’s cock through your thin internal walls made him grit his teeth and rest his forehead against yours with a groan that Ace echoed behind you. 

With Izo and Ace being similar in height, they were lined up perfectly, neither slipping out even as Izo started to thrust. His strokes were deeper than Ace’s, unconcerned about leaving your heat when he was only going to sheath himself again, and again, knowing he could indulge in you at his leisure. Ace had far less impulse control, fucking you with little thought but to his own pleasure at that point, leaving Izo to pace himself so they could take you with some semblance of coordination.

“C–Comman…” You couldn’t even finish saying their title, the words devolving into helpless little moans and whimpers as they ravaged you from both ends.

Marco stepped closer to keep his fingers in contact with your clit, his free hand coming up to flick one of your nipples. It sent a jolt of electricity through the cloud of pleasure that was currently your brain, making you tighten up around the dual cocks in you, Ace and Izo both gasping or moaning in turn. Finding both hands occupied but craving friction at the sight of you getting tag-teamed, Marco was glad for his significant height advantage right then, as he was at the perfect level to press his still-clothed dick against your thigh and rut.

Your body was a brewing storm, made up of hazy clouds of pleasure, bolts of nerves lighting you up brighter and brighter with every thrust and touch inside and around you, more and more intense, building, building, building. The only thought in your head was the goal, the crest over the hill, so close you could cry from how badly you wanted it.

For a wonderful, terrifying moment, you were stuck at the edge, that desperate moment right before the peak, riding the knife’s edge of bliss without truly attaining it. So good, but not enough, a taste of liberation that only made you long for nirvana. You couldn’t hear anything but the rushing blood in your ears, pulsing in time with your heart and your cunt. And then Izo angled just right against your g-spot and Marco rubbed your clit just so and Ace just kept pounding your ass like he’d never get to fuck again in his life, and you tipped over and were gone. It was easily the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced, momentarily separated from the outside world and all stimuli but the intense throbbing of every part of your cunt–everything, centering from your clit and rippling through your entire pelvic floor. Only the parts of the men inside you or on you existed, everything else fading behind the raw euphoria of the present. You didn’t make a sound–couldn’t, realizing you had been holding your breath throughout the whole thing.

Suddenly aware of the need for air, you gasped, deep breaths coming out shaky and uneven. Vaguely, you could hear the three of them saying something, but you didn’t process the words. You realized they had stilled, holding you in place. Then Ace and Izo pulled out, and the sudden stimulation of the still-tender nerves made you yelp in discomfort.

“Sorry,” Ace apologized, kissing the back of your head. “That was a strong one, huh? The way you gripped me back there…” Ace set you down on your feet carefully, helping you stay upright with one arm.

“Breathe slowly, Y/n, you’re okay,” Izo instructed, taking one of your hands in his and rubbing the back soothingly. “Do you need longer than a minute?”

“Yes,” you said gratefully between pants, “yeah, just… Wait…”

Marco used his sleeve to dab away the sweat on your brow, then ran a hand over your head affectionately. “We can stop here, if you want.”

If you hadn’t just had your world rocked, you might have embarrassed yourself with how quickly you rejected the notion, but you were still reeling, so what would have been a passionate denial came out as a calmer, breathy “No, I’m okay.”

“Color?” Marco asked, just for a formal confirmation.

“Green.” You were kind of amazed that this was still continuing, but when you saw Ace peel off his condom, you realized that none of them had cum yet. You pushed away the urge to feel bad–they had the control in this scene, everything was going how they wished.

“I have an idea,” Thatch spoke up from his seat. “What about this…”

You all listened to his proposal, the words bringing a fresh wave of heat through you despite the fact you were still coming down. The four of them discussed positions while you caught your breath, until they came to a decision they were all happy with.

“How much time do you need?” Thatch asked you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on yourself and listening to your body. There was a muted tingling between your legs, but it was hard to tell if it was oversensitivity or a new thrum of desire. Regardless, you wanted more, not satisfied unless you got to see them finish as well.

“Three more minutes,” you decided. “Starting now.”

“Three minutes, huh?” Marco pet your head again, but this time, he paused mid-way to dig his fingers into your hair, gripping hard and pulling your head back so he could kiss you roughly. His tongue and teeth violated your mouth, probing and nipping until you were moaning weakly into his. He broke away, looking down at you almost coldly, a hungry, mean look in his eyes as he pushed down on the top of your head.

“Get on your knees.”

The look alone sent a pleasant chill through you, much less his tone. It was a bit of a shock–Marco had been the most reluctant about the scene when you all first talked about it, concerned for your well-being. Seeing the wet spot on the tent of his pants, you wondered suddenly if this was why, if he knew he might like it a little too much. It was certainly not a problem.

The rule had been that no one could touch you–specifically between your legs, or your chest–while you were cooling down. You realized you never said anything about touching them during that time. Locking eyes with Marco, you sank to your knees obediently, licking your lips in anticipation, the action making Marco’s fist tighten in your hair for a moment.

“Good, that’s a good little captive. You belong to us now, don’t you? You’re all ours,” Marco growled, “I don’t think we’ll be giving you back to your fellow Marines. I think we’ll keep you, forever, as our personal fuck toy.”

You didn’t think you could really get any wetter, but Marco swiftly proved you wrong, your cunt clenching with need as fluid continued to leak down your thighs. The floor was hard on your knees, but you kind of liked that, the light pain contrasting with the haze of sheer want.

Marco let go of your hair in order to strip from his jacket and unzip his pants, pulling out his straining cock. “Open wide, love. Prove that this is all you’re good for.”

You’d barely opened your mouth before Marco’s hand was back in your hair and he was pushing his cock in, forcing your mouth wider as your cry of surprise was muffled. He had never been this rough with you before, and it was a side of him you hoped you’d get to see again sometime. Having not had any attention during the whole scene up until now, he was needy and eager, practically shoving his way to the back of your throat. You were almost dizzy from the action–Marco, your gentle Marco, fucking your mouth like you were nothing but a whore.

Maybe you were–the way you sucked him was more than a little depraved, unable to hide how much you liked it, messy and ravenous. He hadn’t even gone deep yet and you were already breathing through your nose in anticipation, tongue curling along his length as you went. Marco had a slight tremble in his legs, biting back moans that slipped out as terse grunts. Soon spit was trickling down the corners of your mouth again, and you didn’t bother hiding your moan, knowing it’d be muffled around his dick anyway.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Marco cursed, your only warning before he pulled your head down and pushed himself deeper, penetrating your throat, “fucking take it.”

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he entered your throat, grip in your hair deliciously painful as he pulled until your nose was pressed against the curls of his pubes. He thrusted shallowly, moans pitching higher at the sensation, and you pulled against the ropes binding your wrists, wanting to touch him, to make him feel even better.

If only someone was touching you. The thought surprised you–you normally preferred the opposite, needing to focus while you were deepthroating so you wouldn’t gag. But being used so thoroughly was making you contract around nothing, craving to be filled. Only the thought of what was coming next, and Marco plugging up your throat, kept you from begging for more.

“Five,” Izo counted, “Four…”

“Shut up–I don’t care. Fuck,” Marco groaned, not intending on stopping after three measly minutes. You wondered if he would finish right there, abandon what you had planned next. It certainly seemed that way, his control slipping as he thrusted harder and harder, tears spilling down your cheeks. You weren’t sure how much longer you were there, only that eventually the strength behind his hips was too much, causing you to finally gag. You were about to tap your foot in signal when Marco pulled out, a rope of spit connecting his dick to your lips.

Marco took a step back, a shudder running through him while you gasped and coughed for a moment. You swallowed the spit and pre-cum that had accumulated in your mouth, then tilted your head back to look up at him with nothing short of adoration. Marco was panting, but smiled down at you, wiping the drool from your mouth. “Well done, sweetheart. You ready for the next part?”

“Doesn’t matter if they’re ready,” Izo said, still in character, trying to sound cold but unable to hide his excitement. It had the desired effect anyway, your thighs squeezing together. “They’re going to take us all and they’re going to love it.”

“Please,” your beg was barely a whisper, but they all heard it regardless.

Marco helped you to your feet, and when Thatch approached you, your heart leaped to see him holding the dagger from earlier. Unfortunately, he only meant to cut your bindings, and Ace laughed at your resulting expression.

“Don’t look so disappointed,” he grinned, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. “If you want to play with knives, I’ll indulge you another time, I promise.” He bit your lower lip, drawing a small, needy sound from you, before his voice lowered. “If we include Marco, I could even cut you a little… What do you think?”

“Ace,” you whimpered, your tone telling him exactly how you felt about such a proposition.

Thatch finished cutting through the ropes, and you rubbed at your newly-freed wrists, the skin there a little raw but not too tender. Ace had tied it perfectly.

Anyone who hadn’t disrobed all the way did so, clothes discarded onto the floor or on the chairs, before you all moved to the bed. Marco hopped on first, laying on his back. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and facing his legs. Ace passed you the lube, and you took a minute to apply it to Marco, fingers gliding up and down his twitching cock. He couldn’t help bucking into your touch, trying and failing to suppress moans.

You tossed the lube aside, wiping the excess onto your thighs, before lifting up your hips. Marco helped guide you down, one hand on your hip, one around the base of his cock, positioning it against your ass. You sank down onto him with a gratified sigh, Marco gasping as his thick length breached your hole and filled you slowly, the delicate passage lighting up with pleasure.

Now seated in his lap, Marco took a few breaths before placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back until you were laying on him.

“Still–ah!” He stuttered as you clenched around him just to get a reaction, “–still green?”

“Mhm.”

In retaliation, Marco gently pinched your nipple, but it only made you tighten up again, the both of you moaning in turn.

Thatch mounted the bed next, at the foot of it, crawling between yours and Marco’s legs. There was just enough space for him to sit on folded legs, and he rubbed your thigh fondly before lining himself up with your cunt. He sucked in a breath as he parted you, biting his lip. Halfway in, he paused, pulling back out before pushing in again, this time not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside.

The noise you made was almost embarrassing, a debauched keening that could only come from being filled up so entirely. You were so full, so perfectly stuffed, the feeling of being stretched to your limit nothing short of bliss. You laid your head back on Marco’s shoulder, shivering with satisfied lust as you clenched around them.

Thatch threw his head back, too, groaning. “Shit, I can feel Marco twitching.”

You thought you could, too, though sometimes it was hard to tell if the little pulses were coming from yourself or from them.

“Here we go, love. Just relax and take it,” Marco murmured into your ear.

Thatch started moving first, slow pumps of his hips to ease you into things. But you did not want slow or easy, especially not at this point in the night. He felt so, so good inside, and yet you needed even more.

“Harder, Thatch!” You pleaded.

“No. It’ll be too much–” Thatch started to reply.

“Please!”

Thatch clicked his tongue. “Sheesh, needy little thing. Fine.”

He grabbed your hips and picked up his pace, upping both the speed and force of his thrusts until his hips were smacking loudly against yours. Below you, Marco started to move, too, working his cock in and out in perfect rhythm with Thatch. You gasped at the change, toes curling at the flood of sensation.

You reached to touch your clit, but Marco suddenly grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your sides. The strength in his grip only made you wetter, a jolt of desire making you clench up, your moans rising in volume.

You didn’t even notice Izo taking his place on the bed, perched right above Marco’s shoulder, until he bent over you, filling your vision, in order to kiss you once more.

“Still want to do this?” He asked, checking in one last time.

“Yesss,” you moaned, tearing up again at just how good it felt.

“Thatch will watch for your signal, okay?” Izo tilted your head back, fingers parting your lips, and you sucked on them without prompting, making him smirk. “Alright, here it comes.”

You opened your mouth, and Izo inserted his cock, far more slowly than the others had earlier. He worked his way in gently, gradually making it further and further in, keeping an eye on your body for a sign of a negative reaction. It would have been impossible to tell, though–with Marco and Thatch fucking you so well, you were twitching and arching periodically. The only thing Izo could really count on at that point was your safe signal, but he trusted you to use it if you needed to. With that in mind, he pushed further, deeper, until he was well inside your throat.

It was ambitious–minding your breathing was a challenge when you were being double penetrated so perfectly, but the two prior attempts had relaxed your gag reflex more than usual, and there was little discomfort as Izo started to thrust. Having to concentrate on your breathing only diminished the pleasure by the tiniest fraction, the nerves between your legs ever ablaze. 

With your head back, you couldn’t see anything but Izo’s lower half, but you could feel how he rested a hand on your throat, feeling his dick through the flesh. You felt another hand running down your side–it had to be Ace–and then he mounted the bed, too, throwing a leg over to straddle your waist.

This was it. You could barely contain your excitement, but in your current state, there was no real way to tell. All your noise was currently muffled, anyway.

Ace felt up your chest, groping and squeezing, before he positioned his cock in between your breasts and pressed them together. Already dripping pre-cum, he needed no lube as he started to thrust, his own noises of delight joining that of the other three. His thumbs brushed your nipples as he tit-fucked you, making you buck into Thatch and Marco.

“Look at that! All of us at the same time… You’re incredible, Y/n,” Ace praised between moans. “Even your tits feel amazing… So fucking good. So fucking good.”

You couldn’t respond, of course, but you weren’t sure you could have formed words even if your mouth was free. Spread out between the four of them, every hole filled out and more, you felt as if every nerve in your body was wired to them, to the feel of their skin against and inside yours. Entirely at their whims, nothing more than a means to their satisfaction, they used you completely and thoroughly, and it was perfect.

No one bothered hiding their noises anymore, all sense of shame long since gone, a chorus of moans and grunts and cries reverberating through the room alongside lewd, wet squelches and slaps. They were so deep inside you, your insides molded to the shape of them, and soon the heat started to build somewhere between your legs, even without your clit being touched, a song of lust that started to crescendo.

You had never cum while deepthroating before, the pleasure mostly mental on your end. But then Thatch started rubbing your clit, and you knew there was no chance you wouldn’t, the crescendo spiking rapidly toward its end. Above you, you could hear Izo’s moans stutter and pitch high in a familiar way, and when he came, he was so far down your throat you didn’t even feel it.

A few seconds later, Izo pulled out of your mouth, and you switched your breathing with a gasp. He pressed a grateful kiss to your forehead, then slid to sit on the floor, spent.

“Good, good, now we can hear you,” Ace panted, “though I kind of liked hearing you try and moan with a cock in your throat, too.” His thumbs continued flicking and rubbing your nipples mercilessly, the icing on the proverbial cake that spurred on your desperate moans.

The heat only kept building, shooting higher and higher. They were so big inside, so big and so deep, taking you like they needed it just as badly as you did.

“I’m gonna cum,” Ace whined, and when you opened your mouth in response, that did him in. He shouted as he came, spurting thick, hot ropes mostly over your neck, though some landed in your mouth. It was bitter and you didn’t even slightly care, too fucked-out to do anything but swallow in between moans.

Ace finishing in your mouth was enough to hurdle you to the edge, suddenly close, a wave at its crest ready to break at any moment. You pulled weakly against Marco’s hold on your wrists, but his grip only tightened. Clenching rhythmically around them, overcome with the need to finish, your thoughts focused once more on nothing but the end that was in sight. You barely even felt Ace dismount, nor Marco’s nibbling on the shell of your ear. Ace reached to your breasts again, pinching your nipples with just the right amount of pressure, and your peak all but slammed into you.

For an instant, you saw white. It was, somehow, even stronger than the last one. Once again, nothing existed but you and your shaking orgasm, the sizzling of every pleasure nerve in your body, the pulse of your entire being unmade into nothing but the component elements of sensation. Your cry broke halfway out your mouth, devolving into a choked sob as the other two just kept fucking you through the contractions of your walls, drawing out your climax for what felt like an eternity.

“Coming,” Thatch’s voice was strained, the fluttering around his cock bringing him to the edge. He gripped your hips with both hands, strong enough to bruise, and cursed as his hips stuttered in their pace. “Oh, Y/n!”

You couldn’t feel it, but you knew Thatch had finished once he stilled, catching his breath before pulling out. He stayed where he was, eyes fixed onto your cunt, waiting, as promised earlier, for his cum to dribble out.

You went limp above Marco, still rutting into your ass, the pitch of his moans signaling that he was near his end, as well. He let go of your wrists and grabbed your hips, bouncing you onto his cock like you were a toy. You were too fresh from your orgasm for it to feel all that good, but it didn’t hurt, either, so you just relaxed and let him get there at his pace.

Marco finished with a cry of your name, fingers digging into your hips and head thrown back against the bed. He held you there for another minute before letting go with a heavy and very satisfied sigh. You lifted yourself off of him and collapsed beside him, and for a few minutes, there was only the sound of everyone catching their breath.

“Fuck,” you said, staring at the ceiling in awe.

Ace giggled from his spot in one of the chairs. “You said it.”

Marco rolled onto his side to face you, cupping your face with both hands and kissing you passionately before he pulled away, looking into your eyes. “You’re okay, yoi? Nothing hurts?”

“My throat’s a bit sore,” you admitted. “I’m sure it’ll be worse later. I probably won’t do consecutive deepthroats like that again. Maybe cap it at two times a session.”

“Whatever you need,” Marco said. “That was… You were…”

“You were amazing,” Thatch finished for him. “Shit, I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

“Me neither,” you laughed. “I think you guys might have ruined me forever. What if I can’t cum from regular sex after this?”

Izo pushed himself off the ground, standing up and stretching. “Just come to any of us, we’ll take care of you.”

“Can you walk?” Marco asked. “Do you need any help getting cleaned up?”

“I dunno. I’ll find out soon enough. I need a minute first, though,” you said, curling up against Marco and resting your forehead on his chest.

“Of course.”

Izo grabbed the stack of washcloths off the desk, taking them to the connected bathroom (another one of Marco’s private luxuries) to dampen them before passing them out. Everyone but Marco cleaned up and got dressed, the latter staying put to cuddle you while you came down.

After a few minutes, you sat up, swinging your legs over the bed and attempting to stand. Your legs were wobbly, and you felt a little like a newborn deer, but at least you could stand. Ace joined you in the bathroom anyway, making sure you stayed upright while you cleaned up. A second outfit was waiting for you on the desk, and Ace helped you change into it.

Clean, dry, and thoroughly spent, you crawled back into Marco’s bed and collapsed. Marco, now dressed, got in beside you, spooning your back and hugging you to him.

The reality of what you just did settled in, and you suddenly laughed at yourself. “God, I’m a slut…”

“If you are, then so are we for participating,” Marco said.

You gave him a look over your shoulder. “You can say that, but you weren’t the ones with three dicks in you.”

“Four, in a way,” Ace said.

“Ace,” Izo snapped. “Not helping.”

“It’s fine, Y/n. It really doesn’t matter,” Marco assured.

“He’s right,” Thatch said. “It’s normal for pirates to sleep around, anyway. Don’t worry about it so much.”

“Alright…” You conceded.

Izo, Thatch, and Ace came to sit on the edges of the bed, the latter deciding that wasn’t enough and crawling in to lay next to your other side, though barely fitting. Caring little that his ass was practically hanging off the bed, Ace stroked your cheek affectionately before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Hey, Y/n… Thanks.”

“I should be the one saying thanks,” you mumbled. “It was my fantasy.”

“But we all really, really enjoyed it,” Ace insisted, beaming.

You smiled and buried your face into the pillow in an embarrassment that was frankly ridiculous to be feeling after all of that. You had already been exposed inside and out, in every sense of the word. Something that could only be pulled off because of your deep trust in your partners–trust that they’d listen, trust that they would never hurt you, trust that they had your best interests in mind.

An overwhelming surge of love rose in your chest at the realization of just how far you trusted them, how well they took care of you, and how much it had paid off. You were surprised to feel tears welling up, immediately biting your lip in an attempt to stop them. But then you blinked and they rolled down your cheeks, making Ace frown. “Y/n?”

“I’m good, I’m–” you covered your mouth to suppress the sob that threatened to spill out. The tears were running down your cheeks now, and you had no idea why, only that you couldn’t seem to keep it in.

The others were all attuned to you now, wearing equal looks of concern.

“Tell me what’s wrong, babe,” Ace murmured, pulling your hand away from your mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, trembling, “I don’t know why I’m crying. It was perfect.”

“It was intense,” Marco said softly, hugging you a little tighter. “This is a normal reaction. Don’t feel bad about it.”

“O-Okay…”

Izo rubbed your arm, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “It’s okay, Y/n. You’ll feel better if you let it out.”

“There’s no judgment here,” Thatch added, petting your head. “You’re safe.”

Reassured, you stopped trying to hold it in and let yourself just cry. Marco and Ace held you all the while, Thatch and Izo’s hands never leaving you either. Eventually the cry ran its course, and you were left with the occasional sniffle.

Thatch brought you tissues while Izo brought you a glass of water. You sat up to partake in both, blowing your nose before draining the water in seconds.

“More?” Izo asked, and you nodded.

Marco rubbed your back while Izo refilled the glass, and when he returned, you downed it just as quickly.

The four of them whispered reassurances and affirmations: You’re not useless. You’re not a toy. You’re one of us. We respect you. We love you so much.

You leaned against Marco, feeling significantly better even though you had never really felt bad at all. “I love you guys, too. More than anything.”

They each took a turn kissing and embracing you, making you smile.

“So, uh,” you started, smile turning sheepish, “Next time our schedules line up… You know, when we’re all off at the same time–”

“Then we can get off at the same time?” Ace offered, and you giggled.

“Absolutely,” Thatch said.

“I’m up for a repeat,” Izo agreed. “How could I not be after that?”

“We’ll discuss it when the time comes,” Marco said, “make sure it goes as smoothly as it did this time.”

“I’m sure it will,” you sighed, exhaustion settling deep into your bones, “there’s no one else I trust more.”

“Alright!” Thatch clapped his hands together. “I’m going to go cook something nice just for the five of us. I dunno about you guys, but I’m famished.”

Your eyelids were already growing heavy. “That sounds good, but I think I’m gonna pass out here in a sec.”

“Go ahead, Y/n,” Marco said, “We’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

You nodded, letting yourself flop back into the bed. “Thanks…”

Marco and Ace laid on either side of you, arms finding their way around your waist and shoulders, and you relaxed into their embrace. You could feel Izo petting your head, and you smiled to yourself.

There really was no one else you trusted quite like those four:

Marco. Ace. Thatch. Izo.

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[matchadobo]

Hi Cha, just wanted to say that I love your works on Captain’s Madam and Reconciliation!🫶💕 I saw in your bio that your request is open. If it’s not much, can I request a piece for Izou where he lets you wash his beautiful hair and let you comb it .. (or possibly braid it) for the first time before going to bed together? Thank you ☺️

helloooo, glad u're enjoying my stuff!! here u go 🌷added a few little tweaks but did i manage to make all your requests possible?? ueueueuueue hope i did this justice! *w*

IZOU; haircare with izou

wc: 1418 warning/s: afab reader, purely sfw, izou gets nakey for the washing but it's wholesome, pure fluff!!!

it was deep in midnight; the distant waves of the sea had already vanished as you were lost in your slumber. you had grown tired of waiting for your lover to come home from their celebration in the nearby tavern. you turned down their offer to come with since the previous battle had tired you out more than it interested you to celebrate rowdily in victory.

in the dimly lit dining hall of the moby dick; you had one of your arms on top of the other, serving as the soft surface to carry your drowsy head as you drifted off to dreamland not too long ago. you didn’t seem to notice the light carry of footsteps approaching and the heavy shift of atmosphere from the arrival of someone that sat beside you.

you didn’t seem to acknowledge how earnest this visitor was studying you, how your lips part ever so slightly from the little snores. he remembered how serene you look that he almost felt like a nuisance sitting like a rugged rat beside you. he was reeking of booze and was dirty from the battle, you awoke at the change in environment.

“ah sorry, did i wake you?” izou welcomes you from your deep nap, a gentle smile on his painted lips.

you rubbed your eyes to see him clearly, “yeah, you stink!” you joked, pinching your nose slightly.

evoking a chuckle from him, he leaned back at the backrest of the seat. “you’re right, i could use a bath right now.” he let out a sigh as he stretched his legs forward and his arms upward on his seat. “my wounds hurt though, mind helping me out?” he met your eyes, his sharp eyes that never seem to make your heart skip a beat.

you blush a little, tucking a hair on your ear and smiling at him. “i-i’d love to!” he then returned your smile, patting you on the head as he relished your little reactions to his gesture.

you two made it to the bathroom where you willingly took off his pink kimono. to which you slowly did, musing at the scars of battle engraved at the expanse of his brawny back and most of all, the kozuki crest he takes so much pride in. this is not the first time you saw it, of course.

“hm? something the matter, name?” he looked slightly over his shoulder to you. you shook your head and brushed it off, ushering him to the tub after taking off his last article of clothing.

once he is settled in the tub, you untie his hair and watch how his gorgeous raven locks unfurl from his bun. you poured water over his head and watched him shiver a little from the cold, you let out a giggle and teased him for it.

the bath went by as he rambled about the hilarious things that happened in the tavern and especially at the battle. you two exchanged laughs as you scrubbed his back and washed off the grime on his skin.

the sight of izou without his bun as his silky, stygian locks contrasted with the wintry tone of his skin made him look so divine as the water reflected on him. you went to the tip of the tub and shampooed his hair, running your fingers through his locks onto his scalp and watching him take delight in the pleasure of your fingers. “feels good, love.”

once the shampooing is over, you rinsed it off as the product slid off his shiny locks. his hair scented like cherry blossoms as it wafted across the room. “‘m glad your enjoying yourself.” you leaned over to place a kiss on his forehead. “i’ll take care of you and your beautiful hair tonight!”

“i seem to have got myself a sweet one, how lucky am i?” he looked up at you with the kindest eyes and the softest smile. your chest tightened at that moment, stuck in the chocolate of his eyes. “stop flirting, izou! i’m too sleepy for this.” you pouted, pulling yourself up from your seat and escaping before you puke out your volatile heart. all you heard from him was a hearty laugh before the sound of the water splashing from him standing up reverberated across the room.

he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips, another towel to dry off his hair. he caught your eye as you unconsciously observed him in the mirror, gawking at the beauty of this man and his toned body. you felt weak in the knees when he smiled, winking at you in the mirror. he laughed at how you turned to the side where you can’t see him and the mirror, this man will soon be the death of you.

“mind doing my hair too, darling?” he proposed, towering over you as he got insanely close with his damp body. “comb it for me, hm?”

“you’re enjoying this way too much.” you tried calming down your heart as you tried escaping the situation again, only to be hindered by his arm extending to the wall. trapping you by his grasp.

“and maybe braid it for me in the morning, yes?” he smiled wider, relishing how flushed you are. “and please, i must enjoy myself! you’re spoiling me a lot tonight, dear.”

“plus, we’ve only got together recently. doing these new things are quite… magical, don’t you agree?” he added, leaning over to meet your eyes.

“f-fine, just put something on i can’t breathe!” you instantly let out, only to get redder. izou burst into laughter, holding onto his stomach and wiping off a tear in his eye. you marched out of the bathroom, sitting at the edge of the bed and burying your face in a pillow.

it took a while before you heard the door open again. “doing okay, name?” he left the bathroom, wearing his fluffy bathrobe and his hair damply hanging from the crown of his head and pristinely accentuating the grace in his features.

“yeah, get over to the damn vanity.” you responded quite snappily, only because you were kind of overwhelmed. he paid it no mind and heed your commands.

he sat in front of you before the mirror, you stood up and picked up the comb. the teeth of the comb smoothly carded his lustrous hair, no tangled strands whatsoever to hurt him. too occupied with your task, you didn’t notice how izou looked at you with so much intent in the mirror.

“hey, name.” he called out, seeing as you’re too engrossed in combing his hair. you met his eyes with a hum. “can we do this every night?”

your heart melted at how kindly he phrased it out, with the most gentle tone of his voice that had turned your heart into putty. “all that from earlier until whatever comes next to this, i’d like to do it again, always.”

“of course, i’m more than happy to spoil you, izou.” you smiled, pinching his cheek. “now, can we please go to bed?” you pouted, yawning soon after.

“absolutely, love. after you.” he smiled, flipping off the light switch. he followed you to the bed and crawled into the sheets with you. he opened his arms for you to settle on, embracing him and melting in his tight hug.

“ah, you have no idea how long i waited to ask you to do those for me. it’s truly a dream come tr-” his sentence was interrupted by your snoring; he laughed a little to not wake you. he shut his eyes in hopes of steadying the rhythm of his heart and to forced the intense urge to smile ear to ear at the events. he truly finds you too endearing it’d trouble his breathing.

he whispered before placing a kiss on the top of your head. “oyasumi, anata.”

the morning after, he insisted on getting braids from you. so you heed his request and did intricate waterfall braids cascading down his raven locks and decorated it with flowers and butterfly clips, finishing it off with a pink bow not too far from the bottom of his hair, tying up the rest of it. he outsold rapunzel at this point. he wore it the entire day and puffed up at all the compliments he got, bragging that you did it for him. he annoyed everyone on the ship and insisted on you doing it again for him for tomorrow and the following tomorrows.

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[reiketsunomizunomegami]

OP boys and HxH boys reaction when s/o smack their Ass

Request Open

Warning:None

Reader x Thatch, Marco, Ace, Izo, Hisoka, Illumi, Chrollo

Thatch

A little bit shock but at the same time he thinks it was so sexy

Definitely would leave a comment like "That's so naughty of you y/n"

Marco

"Seriously y/n? Really?" this would definitely Marco Would say to you if you do that

Would also Give you an annoyed look until you say sorry or feel embarrassed for what you did

Ace

He would Just smile at you until he realized what you have just done

This Man would be embarrassed to death and avoids your glare for a sec

Izo

He would get so shocked about your action

Would also definitely have you a death glare and then silently would left the scene and deal with you later

Hisoka Morrow

When you do that you're only feeding this man's ego and make his lust flow all over the house

And would also gladly to teach you of how to smack his ass properly hard

The words I can only say that this man was very Horny 24/7

Illumi Zoldyck

Feels nothing

This man is harder than the hardest stone so good luck if you wanted to make him flustered or embarrassed because that's a very long way for you

Chrollo Lucilfer

That would be embarrassing for himself

Chrollo would definitely feel an embarrassment for your doings

He would surely deal with you when you both alone

So Good Luck

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[rnakamura22]

Beauty and the Beast 4

Y/N’s father was trembling, as the beast itself was so much bigger than you and radiated terror and brutal force. The beast had pure black fur with black eyes, yet his skin was paler than the snow falling outside. His mouth showed sharp fangs, ready to eat any living creature.  He had a scar on his left brow. 

“How dare you enter a private space without thinking about the master of this mansion!” the beast roared.

 “Please...please, have mercy!  I was only looking for a gift! A gift for my daughter!!” 

“Daughter...? Why would she want a simple flower?” 

“My daughter loves flowers! I was only thinking about bringing her back one of the lilies that bloomed here! Please! I mean no harm or damage!” 

Y/N’s father pleaded. The beast made a solemn expression for a moment.

“Very well. I will not kill you.” “Oh, thank you. Thank” “However.” the beast continued. “I will not allow this kind of disrespect in my mansion.” with a growl, the beast picked up y/n’s father with one hand easily, and in a quick move, he threw him in the basement dungeon. 

“You should be very glad that I did not kill you. I have become tolerant due to the long years in this hideous form.” with that, the beast closed the door to leave y/n’s father inside the gloomy dungeon. 

#one piece izo #one piece izou #izo x reader #izou x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece reader insert

[sleepdeprivedqueer]

Dancing In The Rain

Chapter 11

WARNING: Yandere behavior

Werewolf!Ace x GN!Reader

It's been three weeks since Ace came back injured, those two weeks you were healing yourself. Your feet got better to the point that you can walk, that meant you can work. But that also meant working overtime without a raise or any money for it. At the end of the day, your feet ached as much as they did when you were healing. Not only that but you were tired, overworked and body sore, almost too sore to even do anything other than plop down. You couldn't even cook, just ordering food, hell you were almost too tired to eat. Ace had to force you to eat, in fact he was right by you almost the entire time you worked. Even growling at the dogs that you trained, watching as they protected you. But luck was on his side when one of your coworkers suggested that he was trained a bit. Happily against your legs and then charging fully force at the guy, knocking him over.

Isuka didn't like it at first, but when he protected her, she started to trust him. Bringing in dog cookie treats for him, which he oh so happily enjoyed. She even whined whenever you pretend to give him one, and it was an actual cookie. He had whined about how bitter they actually were.

You sat at a table in the lunch room eating a salad, you had gained a bit of weight when healing. So you tried to be healthy, it made Ace whine everytime he saw you order salad and healthy stuff. Always thinking that it was for him but was extremely happy when you ordered meat. 'Pyro' was quickly eating a bacon and overeasy egg toast sandwich. Licking his lips when the yolk got on his lips. Then happily drinking some green tea, getting oats and rubs every now and again.

When a couple of creepy coworkers entered the room, he started to growl, a very low growl. The amount of times he has seen them staring at you whenever you bend over a little bit. Laughing and pointing, he didn't like it, the fact that they were staring at you, a lustful look in their eyes, their pointing. It angered him to his core, becoming possessive whenever they got home. He's seen them following you outside to your car, it disgusted him.

"Hey bud, what's the matter," you whispered, giving a rub to his shoulders, a shudder left him. Your nails scratching a little bit did something to him. Looking to the other side of the room where the fridge was, realizing that he was growling over the guys that gathered and laughed about something, "hey, it's alright. They're not going to do anything. Especially when you're here."

A soft giggle leaving your lips, bringing the fork up to your mouth, opening and then wrapping your lips around the fork. Pulling the fork out and started chewing, brown eyes staring up at your face.

"Hey there, Y/N is it?"

You turned around to one of the boys that was walking towards you.

"Yeah, it's Y/N."

"Ah, I thought that was your name. I was wanting to know if maybe you would like to go to a party, some of the other coworkers are going. I can even find someone to babysit that-" 'Pyro' growled, "your dog."

Something didn't feel right about him, how he spoke, how the tone changed with different words. Not only that, but Ace usually didn't act like this with most of the men in the building.

"Hmm, no thank you. I'm currently being worked overtime and by the time I'm home I'm too tired to even turn the TV on. And 'Pyro' is a mess when he isn't with me. He has severe separation anxiety, I guess it's that German Shepherd part of him," you half joked, pulling him close to you. His head on your thigh, glaring up at the disgusting man.

"Aah, well, it's a shame. If you ever change your mind, here's my number-" Ace snapped at his hand when he was handing you the piece of paper. He stumbled back, holding his hand as the paper fell.

You put all of your things up and stood up, excusing yourself as politely as possible. Putting Ace on the leash as walked out of the lunch room, missing how they stared at you. Walking over to your locker and putting everything away, taking a deep sigh. Taking the Vaseline red rose tined chapstick, using the mirror to help you apply it. Making sure not to get any on anything other than your lips.

"You know Ace, you have to stop being so possessive. You may get me fired," you half joked, getting on your knees and patting his head. Those brown eyes softened at your affection, happily wagging that fluffy tail of his, "come on, just about 5 or 6 more hours to go."

~~

Correction, it was 9 hours, the last two was cleaning almost the whole fucking building. The time you stood up, every bone in your body popped fucking twice. TWICE. Even getting in the care was hard, forcing yourself to turn the car on. Ace sitting in the passenger seat, watching you as you struggled. Watching the raid carefully, once he was sure that no one would see him, he started to shift. Hearing the familiar bone cracking a, and the painful ripping of skin made your eyes go wide. He was fucking shifting in your car.

"Ace what the hell are you doing!?" You yelled, scanning the area to look for anyone that may see him. The road was kind of empty, the side walks seemed creepy. The orange tinted lights seemed to make you extra sleepy.

"Making sure you don't crash the car," reaching into the backseat and grabbing a pair of boxers and sweatpants. Raising his hips a bit and putting them on, as always, they were hanging off of his hips. V-line and happy trail on display, leaning towards you as you made a turn into a road.

Damn him, for being so cute and sexy. How could some kind of His make a creature like him, so kind, strong, handsome, cute, protective. Damn whatever God did make him, hell Ace may be a Good himself.

Pulling up to your house and parking outside, turning the vehicle off and sighing. Grabbing your stuff as Ace opened his door, walked around, and opened your door. Once you had everything in your hand, you felt an arm wrap around your torso and one wrapping underneath your thighs. Cradling you to his chest as he shut the car door and walked up to the house. Too tired to even protest against Ace, just blushing a bit. His warm body made you feel like you were in your bed, under the covers, in a nice winter night. It was pretty chilly.

Lazily unlocking the door, opening the door and the kind gentleman closing it. Walking over to the hallway and walking down it, squinting his eyes in the darkness. Opening the door and softly walking in, setting you down on your bed. And being the kind gentleman once again, he took your shoes and socks off. Letting your hair down and taking your uniform off, but quickly putting something over you. Tucking you in and wiping some of your bangs away.

God, you were so beautiful, so kind and generous. A soft smile tugging on his lips as he walked out of your room, closing the door. Tip toeing to the living room and plopping onto the couch, resting the sore body of his. Even his body got sore, energy drained, turning into a dog and staying in that form for a while drained a lot of his energy. Laying down on the couch and staring up at the ceiling.

Thinking about that day, when he fought Law, thinking about the walk back. Thinking about what Izou said.

How for the first time in forever his tone was filled with sorrow, how he talked about his past so freely, it was the first time. Izou was always so sensitive about his past, unless it was about his little sister Kiku. But was Izou right about what he said? Was he really becoming a possessive werewolf, fighting anyone for you to prove to you that he's strong?

Ace shook his head to shake the thoughts out, turning onto his side to sleep. He needed it, if you could barely drive at night then he would need to be the one to be awake. Staring at blank dark TV, very slowly shutting his eyes and falling asleep.

~~

A loud knock erupted his sleep, looking around groggily to see that it was 6:47 AM. Your alarm should have gotten off at least 20 minutes ago.

Jumping up, not thinking straight as he stumbled to the door, opening it up.

"Hm, what do you need?" He grumbled. Blinking a few times, the face was familiar, very familiar.

It was one of the perverts.

Something in his mind snapped, a wicked and possessive thought made him stand up tall. Eyes becoming dark, puffing his chest out as in a challenge to the man. Watching as the man turned from cocky to looking a little pup with his tail between his legs.

"Is there something you need, or are you just waisting my precious sleeping time?" Ace asked, raising a brow. In the corner of his eye, he noticed two women and the rest of the boys, damn, something was going on.

"I uhm, is Y/N by any chance live here?" He asked, seeming to start regretting his decision.

"What's in it to you?" He got closer to the man.

"Well, we work together and our boss said that they could have two days off. Shanks said something to them," sweat started to run down his face.

"Hm, well thank you for letting me know, I'll make sure to tell them. Now, if you don't mind he asking you. Leave the property, I don't like the thought of a stranger on these steps of my house," Ace growled. Hearing a soft gasp from a couple of the women.

The man nodded as quickly getting off and porch and away from the house. Leaning against the door frame and watched them, waiting for them to leave, brows furrowed. One of the ladies waved at him and winked before being dragged by her boyfriend into the car. Watching as they drove off, head tilting to the side as he fixed his sweatpants, scratching his happy trail before yawning loudly.

"Ace? What are you doing?"

Turning to your tired form, uniform on in a messy way, hair was also up in a messy way.

"Making sure you don't get kidnapped," Ace said, closing the door. Walking towards you and started to usher you back to your bed.

"Ace, we need to get going-"

"Noooo we don't. Your coworkers were here and told me that Shanks out a word in this the bitchy boss. And now you have two days off, now get back in bed!" Grabbing the keys and setting them on the counter, continuing to usher you back into your bed.

It was kind of like herding cattle, or herding a sheep back to the herd. Opening the door for you and then closing it, being kind enough to look away when you changed into more comfortable clothing. Then once that was done and over with, he turned the lights off and was about to leave-

"Ace, were you really trying to save me from being kidnapped?" You asked, voice scratchy.

Oh boy.

"Well, uhm. Yes I kind of was. I wasn't sure if they were going to actually do it, but they did show up and you didn't them your address. Plus they creep me out," he mumbled the last part, turning to look at your slightly scared expression, "but don't worry! I scared them off with my oh so manly body!"

"You have freckles dotted on your skin like a teenager just starting to got through puberty."

He let out a terrified and very offended gasp, looking at you with wide eyes and wide mouth.

"How, dare you! Do you know how long it took me to get this body?"

"Probably not very long, I haven't seen you workout once so I think it's permanent."

You let out a soft chuckle, but it left when Ace walked over to you.

"Ace, what are you doing!?"

"Imma show you just how manly I can be!" He plopped on your bed and just laid next to you, "if any robber or if those men come back and really do try to kidnap you. I bet they'll be scared away by my body. You just watch."

You laughed again, snorting even, making Ace's heart skip a beat as you covered your mouth. Apologizing for it, God you were adorable.

A pout appeared on his lips as he crossed his arms, mumbling like a heart little baby.

"Ace, I'm not doubting you in any way. I believe that you're strong, you are a damn werewolf, so I'm not doubting your strength. But sometimes it's not always the body, it's the eyes that can tell the most things. Your body may say one thing, but your eyes show the truth, that's also why it can be hard to make eye contact-"

Your voice blurred out as you continued to talk, letting you ramble on. Finding it adorable about how you knew a lot about body posture and eyes.

"That's all very interesting, but what about sleep?"

You only grumbled, curling up under the blanket and cursing as you yawned. A soft smirk on the dark haired male's lips. Watching as your body relaxed, happy that you had two days off. He kept his promise, being on alert the whole time while you rested. Keeping his ears open and eyes wide as he looked around the dark room, even looking at the window. But as time passes, and everything was calm and left right, he also fell asleep, leaning his head against yours.

~~

Law hissed, stomping around the dark, dim lit, wet, and blood smelling stone basement. Flipping through pages of old books, medicine, old stories, old folk tales, urban legends. Trying to find fucking ANYTHING. Anything to try and fully defeat that shithead, to try and find anything that could be drawing him to the blood. Finding anything to you keep you an immortal so he could feast on your forever.

He was hungry.

He was angry.

Once again, the book was useless, letting out a irritated cry as he threw the book at the wall. Hearing it crack as it fell to the floor. 312 years he has been alive, and never, NEVER, has he had anyone like you. Anyone with such delicious and mouth watering blood, not being able to get any from you was making him mad. That damn mut that you had, your 'good boy' who always listened to you. Law knew that you knew, you knew about Ace and Law too. But the fact that you trusted a creature that enjoyed ripping people apart, going after women, happily kidnapping and giving them a painful process to shift. Law wasn't that bad, vampires were more modest, more polite. Of course they were blood thirsty and horny, but they didn't tear people apart. They just sucked blood, shifting into a vampire wasn't as painful.

Throwing book after book and after book around to find nothing, making him bare his fangs. Opening up a glass cabin and grabbing a wine glass, opening up a blood wine bottle and pouring it into the glass. After drinking the glass, he threw the cup and just grabbed the bottle. Chugging it as he the went on the rampage in the room, until he found a book. A book of werewolves, a very old book, it was so old that it was written in a very ancient writing.

Translating word by word, it was things that ticked them off, how their behavior matched with natural wild wolves. Not only that, but which breed their behavior matches best, what made them go crazy. What made the crave humans if they didn't eat them, what just made them snap.

Werewolves were more possessive than normal wolves, their scent glands stronger. Mating seasons were longer, more breeding driven. Possibly because they were almost brought to extinction. It made Law smirk, Ace was a hot head, easily angered, he was going to show you.

Law was going to show you how bad Ace can be, how you can't trust him. He was going to give you PTSD so that way you would want to stay by him. Making you believe that he was better and was going to be safer with him.

It made him laugh, he already had a plan, if it worked though, those creepy coworkers didn't seem to strong and seemed cocky.

"Uhm, sir, excuse me?" One of the men walked in, looking at his hunched over form. His eyes looking around the dark and large basement, books thrown everywhere.

"Did you do what I asked?" Law asked coldly.

"Well yeah, but uhm, we didn't them."

Law stopped.

"You didn't get Y/N?"

"No, there was a strange man there. I think he's their boyfriend-"

A book was thrown at him, making him wince.

"You could have maybe came up with something quick to distract him! I asked you to do one simple thing for a very good pay and you failed!" Law growled, showing his fangs. It seemed to shaken him up.

"I! Uhm, it's your fault in the first place! You shouldn't be trying to kidnap anyone!"

His eyes widened in fear as Law took steps towards him, a scowl on his face.

Faint screams left the basement, his friends followed.

~~

"What happened to Ace again Izou?"

"He was fighting a vampire, it was pretty bloody when Shanks and I appeared," he hummed, taking a sip from the hot green tea.

Marco snorted.

"Of course he was. I knew I scent some kind of tension in that house when we got there," Marco chuckled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The rest of the boys laughed loudly.

"Where is he anyways?"

"He's now a pet dog for a K-9 dog trainer. He also got them injured, thorns in their feet and it seemed they also had a bit of a cold," Marco sighed, taking bites out of his food.

Thatch laughed loudly.

"A pet dog!? He's a fucking pet dog!? You're telling me that he's doing tricks and being dressed up in dog clothing!? Being washed in some kind strawberry shampoo or something!? Pfft!" Thatch fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.

The whole room was filled with loud laughter, some of them choking on their food. Thankfully Pops was asleep, if he were to hear about Ace, things wouldn't turn out good for you and Ace.

~~

"Slow down Ace! You're going to choke! Eh!? You fell asleep!?" You yelled as Ace was snoring, head laid back, mouth full as snores left his mouth.

You were fixing him lunch in a thanks for him looking out for you. Sighing as you focused on cooking more meat for him, a faint blush on your cheeks.

When you woke up from your nap, you felt hot breaths on the top of your head, a warm body against you. Ace was leaning his head on top of yours, arm wrapped around you. It was enough for you to start freaking out. The air conditioning was shut off so the house was very warm. The stove being on didn't help. There was some popsicles in the freezer that you made to help cool the both of you off. Just the thought of one now made your mouth water.

"More please!" Ace said, thrusting his plate to you. Making you laugh as you grabbed his plate. Putting more food on it and giving it back, almost immediately he dives right in. Falling asleep once again, he's learned to not fall in his food when passing out.

It was less of a mess for you, turning the stove off and putting the rest of the food on his plate. Putting the pan in the sink, opening the fridge and grabbing one of the popsicles. Pulling one out and start sucking on it. Cooling down as soon as it entered your mouth. Leaning against the counter and relaxed, not noticing the look in Ace's eyes as he stared at you. But when a piece of food fell off of his fork he went back to shoving down his throat.

Enjoying the wonderful flavor that your amazing skills made, even the smell. The meat you always made some juicy, the amount of flavor mixed with the other food. God he loved it.

Your satisfying coldness was interrupted by the sound of a gag, looking at Ace as be hanged on the island with his fist. Coughing and used his other hand to punch his chest.

Setting your popsicle on the wrapper and quickly getting him a large cup of water. Rushing over to him and tried to give him the water but Ace refused it. Turning away and he continued to cough and gag.

"I-I'm fi-i-ine."

"No you're not! Drink some water! I told you not to eat so fast!" You scolded, continuing to try and get him to drink water.

"No no, I-I'm not cho-o-oking. I-" he coughed hard, finally getting his breath under control, "the fork, it hit the back of my throat-"

Ace gagged again.

Damn, he most likely was a virgin.

"You really are a virgin, aren't you?" Of course your mind had to be dirty.

Ace whipped his head around so quick to look at you. A strong red blush painted his cheeks.

"What the hell does that have to do anything!? I just accidentally shoved it too far-" he stopped when you made that face, he realized it now, "you! Stop being so damn dirty minded!"

You laughed loudly, walking back to your popsicle, sucking on it once again. Staring at him as he squinted at you, a judgemental look in his eyes.

"You know, it would be hard to believe if you said you're not a virgin since your too cute," you said, a soft smile on your face.

"Don't say that to me! You don't know me!"

Your laughter rang loudly.

Chapter 1

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[oneprompt]

Fluff Alphabet (OP)

im not doing very well physically and mentally at the moment , which is making it rather hard to do full on prompts .. but as a filler , please send letters and characters <3 i want to at least post a bit ..

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

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[cozage]

Hi! Could you write something with Sanji, Zoro, Law (maybe Izo) with a S/O that likes to do graffiti? Like, they have a small ring notebook (idk if it's this, but it's the one that opens and close and u can put more pages) where they keep their small arts, incluiding their name? Pretty pleasee

A/N: I hope I did you justice!! I kept Izo off because I haven’t met him yet (Still in Wano!) but when I get to him I might revisit this and add it!

Characters: gn reader x Sanji, Zoro, Law

Cw: just cute fluff :) 

Total word count: 600

Graffiti on His Heart

Sanji

He finds your notebook by accident. He was cleaning up your room to surprise you, and found your binder in a pile of scattered files

You found him a few hours later, mesmerized by your drawings. You rush over to him, trying to cover it, but you see him staring at some decorated block letters “Sanji + Y/N” with a heart around it. 

There’s other things around it, quotes you’d heard from the crew and things that happened around the ship that you doodled to make cute page accents, and you can see Sanji’s eyes looking at every single thing you drew, his fingers sliding down the page as he looks. 

“You weren’t supposed to find that,” you say, your hands gripping around your notebook. 

“What?” his eyes are still on your pages even as you take them away. He looks up at you, and it’s like he just realized you were there. 

“Oh, Y/N!” He blushes hard when he realizes he's been caught snooping. “You never mentioned being an artist! This work is magnificent!”

“I dabble sometimes,” you say, closing it quickly. “Nothing fancy.”

“Nothing fancy?!!?” he scoffs. “You could design our logos! You could decorate this whole ship and give it some real character! You should talk to Franky!”

“Oh, thanks Sanji.” His compliment makes you blush. “But I don’t really like to show my work to others or show it off. I just use it as a creative outlet sometimes.”

“Oh!” He looks back at the notebook at smiles. “Well if you ever want someone to show it to, I would love to see the rest of them.”

You sheepishly give the notebook back to him, and the two of you flip through the rest of it together. 

Zoro

Zoro walks up to you while you’re sitting on the deck. “Is this yours?” he asks, holding your sketch binder. “I found it in our room. Never seen it before.”

He opens it and flips through it, and you jump up to grab it. “It’s some really good stuff,” he mumbles, and you snatch it out of his hands and snap it closed. 

“Thanks!” you say, holding it close to your chest. 

“Hey wait, I was still looking!” He reaches out for it but you pull away.

“It’s mine!” you say, taking a few steps back from him so he can’t leap forward and grab it. 

He huffs and rolls his eyes, turning away from you to go back to whatever he was doing. 

“It looked really good,” he called back to you. “I liked the themed pages you made for each crew members. Especially ours.” He winked at you and walked away without another word.

You’ll occasionally find your binder moved from where you last placed it, or find little extra things (like subtle lines or shading) added to doodles as proof that Zoro was occasionally checking it out, but he doesn’t comment on it or tell anyone else about it. He just waits for you to bring it up and show you again before he outwardly comments on how much he likes your work. 

Law

“Law,” you call out, walking into his office. “Have you seen my green binder anywhere?”

“Over here,” he yells from the back room. You walk into his lab to find it sitting on top of his books. He’s measuring out some kind of liquid, focused on getting it perfect. “I really liked what you did with our jolly roger on page three. I was thinking we could adopt it for some of the gear we have.”

“You looked through it?” you gasp, your eyes flicking over to your sketchbook. 

His gaze moves away from the beaker in front of him and over to you for a moment. “Was I not supposed to? It was on my desk.” 

You cursed silently. You had been doodling last night while he was reshelving some books, you must’ve left it behind when you all went to bed.

He stood up, abandoning his project to put his full attention on you now. “I didn’t know you liked to do graffiti and sketches. We could definitely spruce up the outside of the ship soon and use some of your designs, you know? Or have a crew wall in the common area. The names you did on page ten really captured the essence of each crew member, it’d be cool to have that displayed somewhere.”

You feel anxious at the thought, and Law can feel it. “You don’t have to,” he rushes to say. “It’s just a thought.”

“Can I think about it?” you ask, and he nods in agreement. 

“You should show them though. The others. You’re talented, and I’m sure they’d like to see it.”

He goes back to his work, and he doesn’t bring it up again, but he clears off a wall in the common room and sets out some spray paint if you ever feel up for it. And he always keeps his eye out for a chance to steal a glimpse of new work you’ve done in your green binder.

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[cyborg-franky]

Hiii glad to see you again and I hope you doing better <3 may I have a long island ice tea without ice with izou please?

Please take care and don't overwork yourself and thank you for this fun event

Ah thats so sweet of you <3 I am glad to be back. I miss the anons and the messages and just vibing and writing fun little one shots. I hopw you enjoy this <3

Izou x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 620

Long distance relationships were alot of work, sometimes you thought it was more work than you could handle. The long weeks between hearing from Izou as your life carried on, your little island never stopping. You just continued, finding yourself wistfully staring into the sky, across the ocean, hoping he was thinking about you as much as you thought of him.

Izou would call as much as he could but you knew what a life of a pirate involved and of course it had to be triple as stressful considering what a force the Whitebeards were, many people, idiots, would try and take them on and always fail.

Still, that didn’t help how you felt. 

After a long day of work, you decided to take off your shoes, tossing them into your bag as you swapped the grass for sand. Letting the sun-kissed grains trickle between your toes as you walked towards the sea, letting the sounds of the waves lapping at the shore take you away.

Take you to where the ship was, bobbing along the ocean, take you to in his arms. You felt the salty sea breeze brush against you, playing with strands of your hair, it felt like the wind was sighing in longing with you.

You sat down on the beach, staring across the shimmering surface, watching how the waves distorted the reflection of the moon as you stretched out your legs, leaning back on the palms of your hands so you didn’t have to crane your neck to stare at the mosaic of inky black and glimmering stars above.

The night was peaceful, a healing force to your aching heart, and your eyes closed, you filled your chest with the warm evening air, holding it a second before exhaling. Your fingers wriggled and felt the sand.

“Am I interrupting anything?” Your eyes opened and you stared in the direction of the voice.

Izou was walking towards you, his long kimono dragging across the sand, it looked as if he was floating like an elegant spirit towards you, the painted smile and decorated eyes, his flawless skin, and his beautiful hair that cascaded down his shoulders. 

You tried to stand, rushing, the shifting of sand making you stumble not once, twice but enough to make the well-poised man that was Izou laugh loudly and come to your aid. He reached out, taking your hands and pulling you to your feet.

Unable to talk, just gawking at him with tears brimming unshed, your mouth opened to speak but he leaned down kissing the corner of your mouth, your nose filled with his perfume and you let out a small choked sob. “Izou..”

You heard him chuckle, his hands still holding yours before he brought you to his chest, holding you close, dearly as he rubbed your back, letting you cry against him. How much you loved him, how much you missed him, and just how elated you were to feel his arms around you after all this time. You let it all out and he smiled softly, rubbing your back. He soon pulled away when your heaving sobs subsided into sniffles. With a gloved finger, he swept away the remaining tears, brushing back your hair.

“I’m back,” “I knew you would be,” You said between little sniffs and his smile grew. He leaned down, resting his forehead on yours.

“Please come back with me this time, I don’t think I could leave you here again, it would be too hard to say goodbye. That’s why I’m here. Please,” His voice was a whisper, his words pleading and from the heart. All you could do was nod.

You never wanted to be away from him again.

#sfw #gender neutral reader #izou #izo #izou one piece #izou op #izo op #izo one piece #izou x reader #izou x you #izou x yn #izou x yourname #izou x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #one piece imagine #one piece reader inserts

[kazenomegaminowanpisu]

One piece characters seeing another guy in your dms

Warning:None

Feat:Luffy, ace, Sabo, Brook, Sanji, Zoro, Marco, Izo, thatch, Ussop, Franky, law, Kid

Request Is Open!!!

Commission and trade are still open!!

—Deletes the messages and wraps their arms around you protectively.

Luffy, Ace, Sanji, Zoro, thatch, Franky, kid

—just ignores it because they trust you.

Sabo, Izo, Marco, Franky, Brook, Ussop, Law

—Gets insecure and goes quiet until you promise only they have in your heart.

Ace, Sabo, chopper,zoro, Kid, luffy, thatch, Franky

—Sends a selfie of them scowling at the camera, telling the guy to back off.

Kid, Law, Ace, Sanji, thatch, Sabo(Maybe), Franky

—Doesn't say anything but gets very cuddly, wanting Your attention.

Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Thatch, brook, kid, Franky

—will pout until you block the guy and give them kisses.

Ace, Luffy, Zoro, thatch, Kid, sabo, Franky

#One piece Canons #one piece x reader #one piece x s/o #one piece x y/n #one piece Imagines #Luffy #ace #sabo #brook #sanji #zoro #Marco #izo #thatch #ussop #franky #Law #kid #kazenomegaminowanpisu #one piece #hannaemeraldwhitedragon #writing #anime #one piece canons

[marymary-diva17]

A marriage of peace & political (2)

Zuko x water tribe reader x male mai + others

Many years had gone by since you left your home and become a wife, it had been so long since you had seen your family and everyone else. No words or visit had taken place between them with you, at first it had broken your heart but you soon came to terms with everything. There was some distance between yourself and southern water tribe, that had grown over the years since the last time they saw you. Over the years you had changed into the person you had become now these days. 

Y/n " ........" you are the on the dock of the fire nation ship moving on the ocean, you were looking out on the landscape surrounding you. 

Fire nation solder " my lady y/n we are not that far from the South Pole"

Y/n " thank you for the report please make sure everything will be ready to be unloaded"

Fire nation soldier " yes my lady" it had been so long but you were finally going home, not for a home coming but for help. As some tension had risen and issue had risen for water and earth kingdom, Among themselves and some tension with the fire nation as well.

????? " mom" you soon had a smile show up on your face, as you looked to see your four sons standing there. 

Y/n " hello my sons" you soon walked toward your children, all of your dressed for the cold climate. 

Y/n " Muko, Izo, and Uze, Zoja I thought you boys will be inside with everyone else"

Muko " we were going to stay inside but we came to see how you were doing"

Y/n " I'm doing well it has been so long since I been here"

Izo " that good to hear mother"

Y/n " I'm guessing your fathers had asked you all to come on the trip with me to make sure I'm okay"

Uze " yes as it seems like they don't like your family and their friends that much, and one of them the avatar ... so sad on how he failed to keep his oath"

Zoja " even after this marriage it seems like chief hakoda has failed to keep his rule in line, as well so has his children the only one who has been successful if you mother" 

Muko " mother we don't wish to be rude we have here for two reasons to keep our family safe and to see your home and all the culture you talked about"

Izo " yes it going to be a good trip"

Y/n " I'm happy to hear that boys" Muko and Izo are fire-benders like zuko and have his personality and inherit his looks as well. While Uze and zojia didn't have any bending abilities but picked up their father Mao talent for daggers and looked and act ike him. 

Y/n " I know you kids will be able to find some fun in this place and one we are done here we can go see the rest of our family on ember inland" 

The boys " yes mother" The children had become your pride and joy over the years, the boys and their fathers always found ways to make you happy. 

Uze " mother" Uze was Ponting at something and you soon saw it the South Pole it has been so long since you been home, even due it had changed it was still your home a bright smile grows on your face. 

Y/n " welcome to the South Pole my children" The fire nation ship soon stopped the ship at the dock the walk way had bene dropped, as you and had gotten off with your children. To see water nation soldiers waiting there as well it seems like they were apart of the escort to the palace and into the village. 

Water nation solder " hello lady y/n we have been order by your father and brother to escort you to the palace and inside the village" 

Y/n " thank you I will also be bring my guards as well under the commands of my husbands" 

Water nation soldier " yes that can happen we all take you and your party right now if you wish" 

Y/n " yes please" the Group soon left the docks the suppiles will follow later on as you soon walked inside the village, you had been greeted by cheers and music. It seems like everyone had come to see the arrival from you water and earth kingdom civilians and soldiers are here. The were people waving to you and you waved or smiled back, after a while you soon reached the palace. 

Muko " well we are here it time to show them what you can do" 

Y/n " thank you my child" 

Water nation guard " up these steps everyone else is in there my lady and it good to have you home" 

Y/n" thank you and it good to be home" you and eveyrone soon walked up the steps as the door opened and soon more cheering and music had been heard from behind you and in front of you. 

Squire " I announced the arrival of lady y/n the princess of the fire nation and lady of the southern water tribe daughter of hakoda and kay, and sister to sokka and katara " you soon made you way towards the front where all the important people are standing you soon saw your father and siblings, along with everyone else. 

Y/n " chief hakoda hello it good to see you again and everyone else it has been go long" hakoda had smiled and soon made his way towards you. 

Hakoda " welcome home my daughter I have missed you it been to long but it good to have you home" 

Y/n " yes it" 

Sokka " welcome back sister" 

Y/n " hello sokka" 

Katara " y/n I'm happy to have my sister home" 

Y/n " hello katara ... hello to you as well aang and top it good to see you all are doing well" 

Toph " hello snow princess I have missed you" 

Aang " hello y/n I have heard about the great things you have done I and nomads ow you thank for helping us restore the air temples" 

Y/n " you are welcome" 

Hakoda " I hope your remember all our old friends as well they have come here for the meeting" 

Y/n " hello everyone" 

Toph " are zuko and Mao coming along with iroh"

Y/n " they will be coming later on I and my company came first" 

Bato " speaking of your company who are these four young man with you today they seem young warriors in the making" 

Muko " we are the children of princess y/n of the fire nation and lady y/n of southern water tribe the sons of her husband and future heir of the fire nation" The room had fallen silent after muko had said that and bowed soon his three brother had followed suit. 

Sokka " okay I must not be hearing right or the music got to me but did he say he your son" 

Y/n " yes he my son all four of them are my sons" 

Sokka " wow I can't believe I have nephews" 

Katara " it so wonderful to meet you four" 

Izo " it good to meet you as well" 

Hakoda " I can't believe I'm a grandfather why haven't I been told ahead of time" 

Y/n " I have sent word but it seems like letter were never received or read" 

Hakoda " well we can find a solution later I'm happy you are home and my grandsons are here as well" 

Sokka " family hug" 

Uze " I don't do hugs" 

Toph " hey I like this one" 

Uze " your toph I heard great stuff about you from my mother and great uncle respect" 

Toph " thank you" 

Y/n " we can talk later and have time to get to know each other or caught up, we should get to the meeting I'm right to sokka time line" 

Sokka " you still know me well sister" you had nodded your head as the meeting will be starting soon but you know during their time here it was going to challenges for you, as now you will be dealing with your family and the others. As life was not the same anymore, you were going to do you best while you were here and not let the last control that much.

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