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I need to write for my marines, I can't believe I haven't so far.
Summary: Koby always misses you when he has to go, and who can blame him for making sure you know that
Pairing: Koby x female! reader
Tags: Fluff, caught in the act, implied civilian reader, teeniest bit of angst but just for a second, female reader, female gendered language, secret relationship, post time skip, not beta read
Word Count: 1k
Koby missed you from the moment he left your home. He would watch until the island disappeared from his view, and then just a little while longer, at least until he really did need to return to his duties. But he never liked it, sure he could call but you both had busy lives and he really wasn’t looking for the embarrassment of sneaking around to get ahold of you. Especially if it risked certain people finding out about you before he really wanted to bring it up.
It was so early in the relationship and he wasn’t sure you wanted that sort of attention from his friends, let alone the public. So he wasn’t exactly sneaking around, he just wasn’t exactly spelling it out to everyone. It was a strange grey area but he wasn’t exactly a stranger in working in those sorts of situations anymore.
Working in the area also gave him plausible deniability that he was only stopping by for you. Which was still mostly true but was enough cover for him to buy a few nights hanging out with you in town. And that was always worth a little bit of risk.
So once he got into port and his work was actually done he made his way straight to the usual meeting spot. He hadn’t had as much time as he would normally have liked to give you a heads up but he had managed to get you a message. Still, no surprise that he was the first one in the little side street near the restaurant you first met at.
Which wasn’t a bad thing since it let him actually decompress and do some people watching as the sun began to set. His attention landed mostly on the couples he spotted passing him by and totally lost in each other. As always he started to wonder, dating a marine was hard enough for most people even when they had a permanent base of operations. He couldn’t imagine how stressful things had to be for you sometimes.
He was hardly ever around and he couldn’t talk about his work in actual detail so he couldn’t even get into the deep talks about work and life and the future that some of these other marines could. And like he always did when his thoughts wandered like this, Koby started to feel the guilt and the doubt and the fear of his own selfishness.
Though they didn’t have long to take hold before you appeared almost out of nowhere, arms thrown around him and dragging him back into the present. One look at your smiling face and those nagging thoughts were easily shoved into the back corners of his mind. He could worry about all that another time.
It always amazed him how easily you put him at ease, Koby wasn’t the most tense man in the world but he had a history of letting panic get under his skin and drive his decision making. Never when you were around though, it was like everything seemed to make sense. It was one of the best things about you. Other than you being the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.
He wasn’t surprised to feel the familiar warmth inching up his neck and into the tips of his ears, not like he could help it when someone so pretty was so close. He could smell your perfume and knew it would cling to him for as long as he let it, which was never as long as he hoped he could risk it.
His mind still racing with your sudden appearance he didn’t really think before kissing you. Normally he would have at least taken a glance around but it had been months, too many months, and he missed you. Missed being in your peaceful little world more than you could imagine.
That longing bled into the way he was kissing you, tender and desperate and a lot messier than he normally kissed you. It was like he was afraid this would be his last real chance to do it. And you still matched him, hand in his hair and still wrapped around him. He melted into you even deeper, letting you lead him in this stolen moment just off a busy street.
A low whistle snapped him back to his surroundings, the world suddenly becoming loud and vibrant and no longer just you and him. He had been flushed before but seeing the slowly retreating, grinning face of Helmeppo vanishing with the passing crowd.
Now fully embarrassed and very aware that he was going to have to have a long and likely painful conversation about this when they met back up in the morning, he stole a glance back down at you. Half laughing he did his best to assure you that it wasn’t a huge deal that you had been caught. Though now the pair of you would probably be better off getting ahead of rumors and keeping this as quiet as possible.
But that was another problem for the morning. Right now he just wanted to get dinner with you and enjoy the rest of his time away from it all. And though he spent most of the night together apologizing for the embarrassment like you had been the one to get called out by a friend.
The rest of the evening was spent like it always was, cuddled up together catching up as much as possible and enjoying the peace and quiet of a night in together that Koby only got once every few months. His last thought before his own exhaustion and the warmth of you against him pulled him off to sleep was that tomorrow was going to come way too fast and he was not looking forward to the knowing looks he was going to be getting for the foreseeable future. But even with all the embarrassment and teasing on the horizon moments like this with you were worth every second of it.
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eeek i'm glad you're open to writing for koby ^^ ! if you aren't too busy, could i request just a few small awkward interactions between him and a marine/civillian reader pre-relationship? like yk when it's so obvious two people like each other but neither admit it... teehee 😼 thank you!
Tides of Hesitation
kobi × reader
a/n: first time writing about him so I hope it's good aw
words count: 3.8k
tags: fluffy, soft, you're a marine too
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
The Marine base is always alive with movement, recruits training, officers barking orders, and the steady rhythm of boots against the dock. But for Koby, it all fades into the background the moment he sees you.
You’re sorting through crates near the supply docks, uniform slightly wrinkled from a long morning of inventory. Your brows furrow in concentration as you check a list, completely unaware of the pink-haired Marine who just stopped mid-step upon spotting you.
Koby quickly looks away, pretending to focus on a group of recruits jogging past. He tells himself he’s just being polite, he’s a Captain after all, and he should be keeping an eye on the base. But he knows that’s not the real reason he keeps sneaking glances in your direction.
“Captain Koby!” a voice calls, snapping him out of his thoughts. Helmeppo strides toward him, smirking “You look a little lost there. Something distracting you?”
Koby flinches, straightening “N-No! I was just—” He stops himself before he makes it worse “Never mind.”
Helmeppo follows his gaze and immediately raises an eyebrow “Ohhh. I see.”
Koby nearly chokes “You don’t see anything!” he insists, but it’s too late. Helmeppo’s smirk deepens.
Before Koby can stop him, Helmeppo waves in your direction “Oi, Y/N! Got a minute?”
You look up, blinking in confusion before setting down your clipboard and walking over. Koby wants to disappear.
“Captain Koby, you needed me for something?” you ask, tilting your head slightly.
Koby opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again “Uh—I—”
“Yeah, Captain,” Helmeppo drawls, arms crossed “You did seem eager to talk.”
Koby silently vows to get revenge on him later. For now, he struggles to form a sentence under your curious gaze.
“I—I was just checking in!” Koby blurts out “You know, making sure you’re, um, settling in alright!”
You blink “I’ve been here for three months, Captain.”
Koby wants the sea to swallow him whole “R-Right! Of course! I just... uh...” He rubs the back of his neck “How’s inventory going?”
You look down at your clipboard and back up at him "…Fine?”
Helmeppo snorts, and Koby kicks him (it’s not subtle).
An awkward silence falls between you both, and so you clear your throat “Well… thanks for checking in, I guess? I should probably get back to work.”
“Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course. Sorry for interrupting!”
You nod and turn away, but before you get too far, Koby calls after you “Wait!”
You pause, looking over your shoulder.
Koby hesitates, then forces out “Let me know if, uh, if you need anything!”
You smile small but warme “Will do, Captain.”
The moment you’re out of earshot, Helmeppo claps a hand on Koby’s shoulder “That,” he says, grinning “was painful to watch.”
Koby groans, face burning “Shut up.”
Helmeppo just laughs.
Morning drills leave Koby exhausted, but that doesn’t stop his mind from wandering. Specifically, to you.
It’s frustrating. He’s supposed to be focused on training, strategy, and leadership, not on the way you smiled at him yesterday.
Helmeppo, of course, has noticed “You’ve been sighing a lot today, Captain,” he teases, leaning against the railing of the training ground “Something on your mind? Or should I say… someone?”
Koby nearly drops the training manual he’s holding “I have not been sighing!”
Helmeppo raises an eyebrow “Right. And I haven’t been watching you sneak glances toward the docks all morning.”
Koby stiffens, gripping the manual tighter. He refuses to dignify that with a response. Instead, he turns his attention back to the field, where a group of recruits is finishing their sparring exercises. He clears his throat, forcing his voice to be steady.
“Focus on work, Helmeppo. We’re not here to gossip.”
Helmeppo snickers “Oh, you might not be, but I certainly am.”
Before Koby can protest, a voice calls out from the direction of the supply docks “Captain Koby!”
He turns so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. And there you are, jogging toward him with a clipboard in hand, eyes scanning a sheet of paper.
“I need your signature for the new shipment approval. Do you have a second?”
Koby straightens too quickly “Y-Yeah! Of course!”
You stop beside him, close enough that he catches the faint scent of salt and parchment ink. He takes the clipboard from you, trying very hard not to let his hand brush against yours as he signs the form.
Helmeppo, standing a few feet away, watches the exchange like he’s witnessing a drama unfold.
You shift on your feet “The shipment came in earlier than expected, so I figured I’d get the paperwork done now.”
Koby nods, handing back the clipboard “That’s… really efficient of you.”
You blink at him, then let out a small laugh “Well, I try.”
Koby realizes, belatedly, that he’s still staring at you. He quickly averts his gaze, clearing his throat “Uh—good work. Keep it up.”
You tilt your head, amused “Thanks, Captain.”
Another awkward pause. Koby swears he can hear Helmeppo physically holding back laughter behind him.
You give him a small nod before heading back toward the docks. Koby watches you go, feeling his entire face heat up.
The second you’re out of earshot, Helmeppo claps him on the back, nearly knocking him forward “Captain, that was tragic.”
Koby groans, rubbing his temples “Please. Stop talking.”
Helmeppo grins “Oh, absolutely not.”
Koby has survived brutal training, impossible missions, and direct battles with some of the world’s most fearsome pirates. And yet, none of those things compare to the sheer terror of sitting across from Vice Admiral Garp while Helmeppo tries very hard not to choke on laughter.
“So, Koby.” Garp takes a massive bite out of a rice cracker, crumbs spilling onto the table “You got a crush?”
Koby nearly chokes on air “W-WHAT?!”
Helmeppo completely loses it, practically keeling over with laughter “Oh, this is amazing.”
Koby grips the table, staring at Garp like he’s just declared war “Where did you—who told you—what are you talking about?!”
Garp snorts “Oh, come on, boy! You think I wouldn’t notice? You get all stiff and weird whenever that supply recruit’s around. Like a nervous little sea slug.”
Koby buries his face in his hands “I do not get stiff and weird…”
Helmeppo, still wheezing, barely manages to say “Koby, you literally bowed yesterday when Y/N handed you a clipboard. A clipboard.”
Koby groans “I panicked!”
Garp laughs so hard the entire table shakes “Panicked?! Boy, if you freeze up over a clipboard, how do you plan on ever confessing?!”
Koby immediately launches into damage control “There’s nothing to confess! Y/N and I are just—we’re colleagues! That’s it! Absolutely nothing else!”
“Right,” Helmeppo says, smirking “That’s why you turn the color of a cooked lobster every time they talk to you.”
Koby’s about to protest when a voice calls out from the doorway “Captain Koby?”
His soul leaves his body.
You step inside the room, looking between the three of them, clearly confused “…Did I interrupt something?”
Helmeppo immediately straightens, looking like he’s about to combust from holding back laughter. Garp, meanwhile, just grins like he’s enjoying the show.
Koby, on the other hand, is desperately trying to appear normal. He sits up way too straight and forces a totally casual smile “N-No! Not at all! What’s up?”
You glance at him suspiciously before holding up a document “I need your signature on the cargo report.”
Koby nods too quickly “Of course! Right! Cargo! Work!” He grabs the paper and hastily signs it, nearly snapping the pen in half with how hard he’s gripping it.
You hesitate for a second “…Are you okay?”
“Yep! Perfectly fine! Why do you ask?” he blurts out.
You blink “…Because you’re sweating?”
Koby internally screams “I-I was just… uh… training! Hard training! Very intense!”
Garp chuckles “Yep, boy’s been real worked up today.”
Helmeppo snorts so loudly he has to cover his mouth.
You still look confused, but eventually just nod “…Alright then. Thanks, Captain.”
With that, you turn and leave, and the second the door closes, Koby slams his head onto the table “Kill me. Right now.”
Garp howls with laughter, slapping Koby on the back hard enough to nearly knock him over “Boy, you’re hopeless!”
Helmeppo wipes a tear from his eye “Hopeless and hilarious.”
Koby just groans, face still pressed against the table “…I need to be reassigned.”
Koby tries to avoid Helmeppo for the rest of the day, but it’s nearly impossible when the man keeps appearing everywhere just to smirk at him.
At one point, Koby swears he sees Helmeppo whispering to Garp about something before the old man grins in his direction. He doesn’t have time to question it, though, because the universe decides to make his day even worse.
“Captain Koby! I—oh—wait—ah!”
Koby barely has time to turn around before you crash directly into him, nearly sending both of you to the ground.
He instinctively reaches out to steady you, hands awkwardly hovering before actually making contact with your arms “Are you okay?!”
You immediately straighten up, waving your hands “I-I’m fine! I wasn’t looking where I was going!”
Koby quickly steps back, rubbing the back of his neck “No, no, it’s okay! I wasn’t paying attention either!”
There’s a long, awkward pause as you both look anywhere except at each other.
Helmeppo, standing a few feet away, slowly puts his head in his hands “This is painful.”
You clear your throat, still visibly flustered “Um—right! I was actually looking for you!”
Koby’s brain completely shuts down “M-Me?!”
You nod rapidly “Yeah! I mean—yes! Because I, uh… I had a question! About… the, um… the thing.”
Koby blinks “The… thing?”
You shift your weight, clearly struggling “…The… Marine thing. With… the reports?”
Helmeppo audibly groans “Oh come on, Y/N, even you now?”
You snap out of your panic mode and shoot him a glare “Excuse me?!”
Helmeppo gestures wildly between the two of you “This! This! The mutual awkwardness! You’re both acting like nervous cadets instead of normal people!”
Koby sputters “W-We are not!”
You cross your arms, cheeks heating “I’m acting perfectly normal!”
Helmeppo gives you both a look before turning on his heel and walking away “I can’t do this. You two are a lost cause.”
There’s a moment of silence. Then, you nervously rub your arm “…I really did need to ask about the reports, though.”
Koby straightens “O-Oh! Right! Of course! Let’s—uh—go over that.”
You both walk toward his office, keeping at least a two-foot distance between you the entire way. Neither of you say a word. The tension is so unbearable that even the recruits passing by seem uncomfortable.
At this point, everyone in the base is starting to notice.
And everyone is waiting to see how long it takes before one of you finally admits something.
Koby does not want to be here.
Not because he doesn’t respect Vice Admiral Garp, he does, a lot even. But because you’re here too, standing stiffly beside him, and the moment Garp notices, Koby knows he’s doomed.
The Vice Admiral leans back in his chair, massive arms crossed over his chest, eyeing the both of you with a smirk that immediately puts Koby on edge “So. You two are spending a lot of time together lately.”
Koby nearly drops the stack of reports in his hands “I-It’s not like that! We—we just—work! We’re colleagues! Just normal colleagues doing normal Marine things together!”
You nod aggressively, gripping your own paperwork like it’s a lifeline “Yes! Exactly! Just work! That’s all it is!”
Garp snorts “Right. And I’m the King of Alabasta.”
Koby sputters “Sir, we’re serious!”
Garp waves a hand “Oh, I know you’re serious, boy. That’s the problem.” He leans forward, grinning “Because you’re so serious that it’s painfully obvious you’ve got it bad.”
You immediately stiffen “I—what?!”
Koby turns bright red “That’s—that’s completely incorrect, sir! I have no idea what you’re talking about!”
You nod far too quickly “M-Me neither! No idea! None at all!”
Garp glances between the two of you. Neither of you can hold eye contact with him or with each other. You’re both standing like you’re facing a firing squad, shoulders locked in place, expressions frozen somewhere between denial and horrified realization.
Then, Garp starts laughing.
Not just any laugh, a full-blown Garp laugh. The kind that shakes the entire room and nearly blows the papers off his desk.
“Oh, this is golden!” he howls, slapping his knee “You two look like a couple of schoolkids caught passing notes!”
Koby groans “Sir, please!”
Garp wipes a tear from his eye, then gestures toward the door “Go on, get outta here before I start planning your wedding.”
You both immediately move for the exit, neither of you daring to say another word. The second the door closes behind you, you and Koby stand there, stiff as statues.
For a long, awkward moment, neither of you move. Then, Koby slowly turns to look at you “…That was horrible.”
You nod, face still burning “Yeah. That was… a nightmare.”
More silence.
Then, you clear your throat “…Well. See you later?”
Koby nods way too fast “Yep! Later! Definitely! Okay bye!”
And with that, you both practically sprint in opposite directions.
From inside the office, Garp just shakes his head, grinning to himself “Hopeless.”
Koby swears he’s never been this embarrassed in his entire life.
And that includes the time he tripped in front of Admiral Sengoku. And the time he saluted the wrong superior and didn’t realize it for a full minute. And definitely the time he panicked and called Garp “Dad” during a training session.
But this? This is a new level of humiliation.
Because ever since the disaster in Garp’s office, the entire Marine base has started talking.
It starts small. A couple of recruits whispering when he walks by. A few smirks from officers who normally never pay attention to his personal life.
Then it gets worse.
Way worse.
By noon, Helmeppo has fully weaponized the situation. He strolls up to Koby while he’s trying to review patrol reports, looking far too pleased with himself “Hey, Captain.”
Koby doesn’t even look up “No.”
Helmeppo grins “I didn’t even say anything yet.”
“I know you’re going to say something, and the answer is still no.”
Helmeppo leans on the desk “Fine, I’ll just show you instead.”
Before Koby can react, Helmeppo holds up a sheet of paper.
Koby squints “…What is that?”
Helmeppo beams “It’s a petition.”
Koby feels instant dread “…A petition for what?”
Helmeppo flips it around. At the top, in very large, very bold letters, it reads:
“MAKE KOBY AND Y/N STOP BEING AWKWARD AND JUST ADMIT IT ALREADY.”
Koby makes a strangled noise “What—WHAT IS THIS?!”
Helmeppo chuckles “Oh, just something the crew put together. You’d be amazed how many signatures we got. Look, even Garp signed it.”
Koby’s eye twitches as he scans the list.
Not only is Garp’s name right at the top, but nearly half the base has signed.
“WHY IS THERE A WHOLE PAGE JUST FROM THE KITCHEN STAFF?!”
Helmeppo shrugs “Apparently, they’ve been betting on you two for months.”
Koby slams his head onto the desk “This cannot be happening.”
And just when he thinks it can’t get worse—
“Hey, Captain, I need to—”
Koby’s head shoots up.
It’s you.
And you’re holding a stack of documents, looking just as awkward and uncomfortable as he feels.
For a second, the whole room is silent.
Then Helmeppo, still holding the petition, smirks “Oh, perfect timing.”
Koby lunges for him “DON’T YOU DARE—”
But Helmeppo’s already turning to you, holding up the paper like it’s an official Marine decree “Hey, Y/N, wanna add your name to the list?”
Your eyes widen in confusion “ uh? For what?”
Koby desperately grabs for the petition “IGNORE HIM! IT’S NOT REAL!”
Helmeppo dodges, still grinning “Oh, it’s very real.”
You look between the two of them, clearly so confused. But then you catch a glimpse of the title. Your entire face turns red “…Oh my god.”
Koby groans “I’M GOING TO JUMP INTO THE SEA.”
You look horrified “WHO SIGNED THIS?!”
Helmeppo cheerfully flips through the pages “Well, Garp, obviously. Most of the officers. Some of the cadets. Pretty sure the janitor added a heart next to his name. Oh, and the kitchen staff wrote a whole paragraph about how sick they are of you two pretending you don’t like each other.”
Koby wants to die “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING.”
You cover your face “I need to quit. I need to leave the Marines and change my name.”
Helmeppo grins “Oh, come on, you both like each other, just admit it—”
“WE DON’T—” both of you yell at the exact same time, which is the worst possible answer because now everyone in the room is watching.
Helmeppo just sighs, shaking his head “You two. Hopeless.”
And with that, he walks away, still holding the petition.
Leaving you and Koby standing there.
In the middle of the Marine base.
Surrounded by people who are very clearly eavesdropping.
Neither of you say a word.
Then, at the exact same time—
“I have work to do—”
“I should get back to training—”
You both turn and power walk in opposite directions.
The second you’re gone, one of the recruits sighs loudly “I swear, if they don’t get together in the next month, I’m quitting.”
Koby cannot take this anymore.
It’s been three days since the petition incident, and somehow, things have only gotten worse.
Everywhere he goes, people give him knowing looks. Recruits whisper the second he walks past. The kitchen staff has started serving his meals in heart-shaped portions.
And Helmeppo? Helmeppo has been insufferable, more than usual.
Koby really tries to pretend none of this is happening. But then, this morning, he finds a new note pinned to his office door:
“Confess or we riot.”
That’s it. That’s the final straw.
So now, Koby is marching down to the docks, fists clenched, heart pounding because damn it, if everyone is going to make his life miserable over this, he might as well get it over with.
And then he sees you.
You’re sitting near the supply crates, flipping through a stack of reports, completely unaware that Koby is about to have the most disastrous conversation of his life.
He takes a deep breath, walks up, and “WE NEED TO TALK!”
You jump so hard you nearly fall off the crate.
“What?? koby?!” You clutch your chest, eyes wide “You scared me. What is wrong with you?!”
Koby swallows, his face already heating up “S-Sorry! I just—I need to say something! Because if I don’t, I think I might actually die!”
You blink “…Okay?”
He exhales sharply “Listen. I don’t know when it started, and I don’t know why the entire Marine base thinks they have the right to butt into our business, but I… I like you, okay? There! I said it!”
There’s a long, horrible silence.
Koby’s entire body is on fire.
You just stare at him, mouth slightly open, as if your brain is still catching up “…You… like me?”
Koby nods aggressively “YES. VERY MUCH. A LOT, ACTUALLY.”
You blink again.
Then, slowly, your face starts turning red “…Oh.”
More silence.
Then you bury your face in your hands “I hate everyone so much.”
Koby freezes “…What?”
You groan, voice muffled against your palms “Because I like you too! But I was never going to say anything because I was convinced you didn’t feel the same and everyone was just trying to make fun of me, and now the entire base is going to rub it in our faces forever!”
Koby short-circuits.
“…You… like me too?”
You look up, expression absolutely miserable “Koby. Did you think I was just constantly being awkward for no reason?!”
Koby stares at you. Then he stares at the ground. Then he stares at the sky, as if begging for it to strike him down.
“Well, you thought that of me though… I am an idiot anyway”
You sigh “Yeah. Me too.”
And then, before either of you can say anything else.
“FINALLY!!!”
Koby whirls around.
Half the base is watching from the distance, cheering, clapping, and throwing their hats in the air.
Helmeppo is holding the petition, waving it over his head like a victory flag.
Garp is standing nearby, laughing so hard he actually wipes a tear from his eye.
The kitchen staff is clinking glasses.
Even the janitor is there, pumping his fist in the air.
Koby buries his face in his hands “…I should’ve transferred when I had the chance.”
You groan “We will never survive them”
Then, you both turn to look at each other and, despite everything, you both start laughing, because honestly this is exactly how it was always going to happen.
Synopsis: Koby has never kissed anyone, and neither have you, you figure you probably both need some practice
Tags/Warnings: Koby/GN!Reader, reader genitals unspecified, first kiss, innocence, grinding, making out, flirting, premature ejaculation, teasing, friendly banter
Word count: 1479
Notes: I challenged myself to write more for characters I've written before only once, and Koby was first up
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You'd met Koby when he joined the marines as a recruit, having been in Garp's unit at the time, when he came with his friend Helmeppo and began to train. It had been funny to watch how hard Garp pushed them, and you knew he must've saw something in them, or in Koby, that he hadn't seen in a recruit in a long while. He didn't see it in you either, but that was just fine, you didn't need to be anyone special.
The two of you had become fast friends. He was sweet and gentle, but determined. He had a dream and he was going to achieve it, even if it killed him. You couldn't help admiring that part of him. You had a front row seat to his transformation, from the small scrawny boy you'd first met, to Marine Hero. You were just happy to be along for the ride.
It was a quiet evening on Garp's ship, the two of you were sitting in a communal area that was otherwise empty, most people either still eating or getting ready to head to sleep for the night. Koby liked to get some quiet time for himself before he slept, and you appreciated the feeling of peace he brought to any space that he was in.
"Hey," he said, and you looked up to show that he had your attention, "have you ever kissed someone?" He then asked, and that was quite possibly the very last thing you'd been expecting him to say. You were caught though, because you hadn't. You were so busy, and there was very few people in your unit that you'd even consider kissing.
"It's okay if you haven't," he hurried to say, a little louder than necessary, "I uh- I haven't. Kissed anyone." Koby finished, and for a moment he couldn't look at you, eyes darting nervously around the room but never focusing on you.
"Uh, I haven't either." You said with a small shrug, looking back down at the book that you'd been reading, though you could feel it as Koby's eyes suddenly snapped to focus solely on you.
"Really?" He asked, and you weren't sure exactly how you were meant to respond to that.
"What does that mean?" You asked, finally looking up and meeting his eyes. It was Koby, so you weren't exactly sure what you were expecting to find, but he looked curious, confused even.
"I don't know I guess I just thought, you're cute, you probably get attention from people."
"Oh. Well, I do. I'm just busy, and I don't wanna kiss any of the guys out there. They're all pigs." You rolled your eyes as you laughed, and though Koby would never verbally agree with you, he did laugh along.
"That makes sense I guess."
"So, you think I'm cute?" You gently teased after a moment silence, and Koby groaned and covered his face, flustered in the face of his words being turned against him.
"I mean, yeah. You're my best friend, other than Helmeppo, I've seen all the cute stuff you do." He replied, awkward and nervous, but his words warmed your heart, making it flutter just a little. You decided that was enough teasing, and let him calm down before you asked your next question, though you missed the pink of his cheeks.
"Why do you ask? About kissing, I mean."
"Some of the others were talking about it earlier, kissing and meeting people when we dock and it just got me thinking. Like, what if I'm bad at it, you know? What if we dock and I meet someone I like and I kiss them and.. I'm bad at it. That'd be so embarrassing." He confessed, hand raising to rub the back of his neck, once again unable to meet your eyes.
"And what? You wanna practice?" You joked easily, turning your gaze back to your book, sure that Koby would just laugh and the two of you would move on. But he didn't laugh, and you could feel his intent gaze on you. When you looked up at him, his eyes were slightly wide, assessing your face as if to determine how real your offer was.
"I mean- would you? With me?" There was a just a beat that passed between you, something people may call a pregnant pause, before you spoke again. After all, the situation was delicate and you had to account for that when you spoke.
"Better than anyone else in this shit hole." You said and immediately knew that wasn't quite the right way to respond, and yet Koby was interested anyway.
As you marked your page and set your book aside, Koby pushed away from the table he was sitting at and stood, shuffling his way over to the sofa where you'd been lounging previously but now sat upright.
"Really? Not that I doubt you I just.. want you to be sure that you're sure." You smiled, a warm and bright thing, and if you'd been looking you may have noticed Koby’s shoulders relax in response. Instead, your eyes were focused on his smile, more nervous, like he might change his mind at any moment.
"Are you?" You asked, a light teasing lilt in your voice.
"Yeah. Just. Nervous." He admitted, his awkward laugh endearing and only serving to make you smile wider.
You'd read enough to know how this next part worked. You reached up to cup Koby's cheeks in your hands, then guided him toward you slowly. You stopped just an inch before your lips touched, about to ask again if he was sure, and then he was surging forward to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, pressed gently against yours. You didn't doubt that it was clumsy, but you had nothing to compare against, so to you it just felt like bliss.
There was a brief moment after that first kiss where the two of you separated to catch your breath, looking at the other as you processed what had just happened. Then, the two of you couldn't stop. You pushed Koby backward against the back of the sofa and hauled yourself up into his lap, kissing him deeper. You had no idea what you were doing, you just knew what felt good, and being able to feel his strong chest beneath your hands while your lips moved together felt really good.
The first time it happened, you didn't realise, thought maybe he was adjusting or attempting to shift you slightly in his lap to be more comfortable. Then it happened again, and this time you felt the press of something hard in his trousers against you. You didn’t think about what to do next, you did it on pure instinct, grinding down against him in return. Koby’s moan was audible even with his lips on yours, his hands tightening slightly around your hips. Neither of you stopped, or checked in again, you just kept going. The kissing was addictive, and if you’d had the capacity to think about anything other than his body on yours, maybe you’d have wondered how you had waited so long to do it.
His length felt good against you, thick and hard, and as you adjusted your hips slightly he began to grind directly against you. Quickly, you were both growing far too loud for a public space, but you were too lost in the moment to care. Your fingers tangled in Koby’s hair, his glasses knocked off and forgotten, your shirt untucked so he could lightly touch your skin, almost reverent with it. Koby’s hips stuttered again, only encouraging you more, until suddenly he made a slightly different sound, his breath catching in his throat. You felt as his trousers grew damp, and realised what had happened. You were trapped between fond amusement and lust, but made sure to contain any laughter, lest you upset or embarrass him anymore than he already was.
“I- I’m so sorry!” He said once he’d caught his breath, face a deep shade of red. You kissed him again, even as Koby floundered.
“I’m flattered.” You lightly teased, as if you also hadn’t been moments from cumming just like that.
“Stop please don’t tease! I’m so embarrassed.” He whined. You carefully brushed some hair from his face and kissed him again.
“If it helps, I wasn’t far from joining you.” Koby’s eyes widened, and you felt his cock give a valiant twitch beneath you.
“Then.. do you want to.. continue?” He sounded out of breath as he suggested, like he was winded just by the suggestion, but not so much that it prevented him from offering.
“Yes please.” You whispered with an eager nod, and your lips were on his again.
After all, you needed to be sure you were doing it right, and you’d only get better with practice.
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cw: short smut at the end, no proofread per usual, teensie not so noticeable timeline changes
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 - when ace finds himself the time he takes the first chances he can get for vacation off the moby dick- yeah he loves his crew but it gets tiring of only seeing men all day except the nurses (& izou). besides, he had you waiting on him!
yes, you lived on amazon lily, yes you were one of boa hancocks sisters, and yes the entire island had an issue with men but if you were there, guarding your usual spot, he had nothing to worry about! or so he thought.
ace approached the shore on his personal boat, stepping onto the sand with his hat hanging on the back of his neck. he looked around, no you. he shrugged it off, picked up his small bag of trinkets and walked along the beach in search of his girl.
eventually gotten tired of his feet hitting the sand and looking for you in the same spot he turned to the forest that boarded the beach. should he go in or just wait? he knew the islanders were hostile but how bad could it really be? that’s how he found himself in the quiet jungle of the amazon lily, determined to find his way to you.
now little did ace know is that he was already noticed.
aphelandra has picked up the much shorter man by his necklace, tilting her head as he squirmed.
"hey, hey, hey what the hell!"
aphelandra stared at him for a while before she finally spoke with that soft voice. "you’re the second intruder this month, i haven’t seen you in the village before!"
ace looked absolutely flabbergasted at the fact that he was being carried by the back of his neck like some cat. "i’m not here as an intruder i’m here for someone who lives here!"
aphelandra froze. she tilted her head at him a look of nosiness "this guy looks a lot like luffy!" is all that ran through her head before she shook that thought off continuing to walk back to the kuja castle. despite her trying to look serious, her curiosity got the best of her. "who are you here for?" she asked him while puffing her cheeks.
ace turned his head towards her the best he could and let out a huff. "m’here for someone named boa [✿]."
when she heard your name, aphelandra beamed. "you’re here for [✿]?? why didn’t you just say so! she’s been acting like hancock all month let’s go!"
she didn’t exactly let ace go but her hand switched from his neck to the back of his shirt as she ran with him to the palace.
❤︎
when the two of them made inside the palace, aphelandra finally dropped him and was practically speed walking in excitement as she led him to your chambers. ace could feel all the stares from women all angles. his face reddened in embarrassment.
the two of them entered entered your chambers, only finding it empty. "let’s go check the snake princess’s chambers!"
before ace could get a word out, he was being pulled by his wrist to hancock’s chambers.
hancock was laid out with her face pressed into her pillows and the only thing being heard was longing complaints for luffy. aphelandra pulled ace to the door, poking her head inside. she looked around just to be paused by granny nyon .
"what are you doing here aphela-" granny nyon was cut off, eyes catching onto the pirate behind aphelandra. her eyes flickered between the newspaper in her hand and ace.
"WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE - PORTGAS D. ACE FOR 550,000,000 BERRIES." is what was plastered on the front page.
she cracked the doors behind her so the sound of hancocks voice was canceled out. "it was one thing to bring that monkey boy onto the island and nearly get yourself killed but this?" granny nyon let out a deep sigh, stopping her rant. she knew most of the women on the island have never seen a man till luffy so it’d do no good trying to explain to aphelandra about who’s crew this boy came from.
"but he said he’s here to see princess [✿]!" aphelandra pleaded.
ace finally stepped up, pulling out a wanted paper similar to the one on granny nyon’s newspaper but with your face on it. he held it up, letting her get a good look at it. the picture was a picture of you winking, a charming experience on your face like you were a model rather than a pirate, sister to one of the seven warlords.
"WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE - BOA [✿] FOR 460,000,000 BERRIES."
"i promised [✿] i’d come and visit the minute i could. i’ll go through whoever i have to to do that."
granny nyon didn’t even get to respond to ace’s declaration because hancocks doors opened, revealing the snake princess who was covered by nothing but her hair that concealed only her chest.
"granny nyon you weren’t listening to me the entire time- who is this?!" hancock questioned so loudly to where all the women around turned their heads towards the scene. soon enough, ace found himself on his knees next to a standing aphelandra and his hands bound by snakes that felt like iron.
"i told you already im not here because i want anything from you people! im here for your sister!"
"what could a criminal pirate like you possibly want with my baby sister??!"
"that’s none of your business or concern, so let me out of these damn snakes!"
ace had been arguing hancock and marigold for almost thirty minutes now, aphelandra not even trying to cut into it.
marigold held her bladed polearm to ace’s neck, "if you can’t even tell us why you need to see [✿] there’s no way we’ll let you see her! men aren’t even allowed on this island the penalty for that is death!"
"yeah well your penalty is stupid and i wasn’t here for any of you anyway just [n/n]!"
hancock and marigold stilled when your nickname spilled out from your lips- eyes widening. ace stilled too but in confusion. had he said something wrong?
hancock finally relaxed in her seat, questioning him. "how do you know of that name, pirate?"
"because i know her!" ace let out a huff and his eyebrow twitched in irritation. he budged again at the snakes, sitting up straight to where his muscles bulged slightly out of his arms. "now let me out of these and let me see-"
"hancock? marigold? what happened"
you walked into the chambers with sandersonia at your side, confusion covering your face. hancock jumped up, almost instantly rambling and pulled you into her arms. "my dear younger sister this foolish pirate is trying to use you as an excuse for sneaking onto our island!"
your eyes finally landed on ace who was binded in snakes, your eyes widening in realization. "ace!" you left your sisters arms, kneeling next to ace in a hurry as you got him out of the snakes and pulled him into your arms. when you held his face, it was full of glossy lip marks over his dazed expression. "i haven’t seen you in so long! your bounty keeps going up and up i thought something happened to you, you idiot!"
ace didn’t say a word yet, blinking in shock before his arms slowly wrapped around you. he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, tugging you against his broad chest. "im not going anywhere, [n/n]. those stupid marines can’t kill firefist ace." he quipped. gentle fingers ran through your hair as you tried to keep the worrisome tears at bay.
"luffy came through not too long ago. finally got to meet ‘im."
ace’s hand wavered, a relieved sigh leaving his mouth against your neck. "sounds like my idiot brothers doing just fine." he muttered.
if hancock hadn’t pulled you away from ace, you would’ve started rambling about luffy and how sweet the boy was.
"[n/n] let go of that pirate! he’s a man he has no business getting his sweaty hands all over you!"
"hancock stop it i know him!"
"you can not succumb to his pelvic sorcery, i won’t let it happen! not to my baby sister!"
"he’s luffy’s brother he can be trusted!"
the air seemed to freeze once luffy’s name spilled from your lips in relation to the pirate once bounded on the floor.
"luffys.. brother..?" is all that came out of your oldest sister’s mouth when she put you back on the ground. she looked at the stubborn expression on ace’s face, blinking like she recognized the same one luffy had when she turned her three pirates into stone. she then thought of the attitude ace gave her when bounded by snakes, the same exact way luffy did some weeks before.
it was like a lamp in her head finally lit, her staring stopping and body relaxing. "well why didn’t you say so sooner?"
❤︎
everyone (minus aphelandra who was excused) was sat on the floor of hancock’s chambers, you and ace finally getting to explain that the two of you were together and met on one of the kuja expeditions a while back. you might have left out the small details on his many visits to your post on the shore and the many gifts you had stored but that was for another time.
hancock looked totally disarrayed at the fact that her youngest sister could be in a serious relationship before her after failing to romantically charm luffy. you being with his older brother not making it any better.
"i do want this kept secret. i don’t want to be judged by the rest of amazon lily for being romantically involved with a man. the same way i don’t want my back exposed."
sandersonia looked at marigold, marigold looked at sandersonia and hancock looked at granny nyon who simply sighed. a sigh of approval.
"very well, dear [✿] but he can not stay. he must be gone by morning."
your face fell, about to protest but ace interjected. "i will be. all i need is this night with her." he squeezed your hand, pulling you up and out of the door.
you and ace sat on the sand of the amazon lily’s coast, his arm around your shoulders.
you looked mildly irritated that your time with him was cut so short by granny nyon, eyes staring blankly at the horizon.
"i’ll be back for you [✿]. i’ll have plenty of times to visit you."
your face turned into his shoulder, body moving into his lap as you nipped his earlobe. his hands instinctively pulled you close by the hips, setting you still.
"if you had let me i couldve got you a few more days here with me.." you complained, pressing the tiniest of kisses on his neck.
ace’s breath hitched, a broken hum leaving him like he was trying to keep his composure. "had to gain the warlords favor."
you rolled his eyes, the small kisses turning into suckles against his skin, "what about my favor? im the damn girlfriend." to emphasize that, you tugged on the red beads around the same neck you bit. "you’re so stupid."
"[✿], slow down what if-"
you cut him off and with a kiss, pressing him into the sand as you needily grinded against his lap. he didn’t take long to melt into said kiss, hands needily grabbing at your skimpy bikini bottoms that were half covered by the bikinis thin skirt. he bucked into you with his clothed length, getting a whine out of the both of you.
your fingers were already clawing at his back as he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers just so his pretty cock sprang free against your front. your eyes opened, pulling back from the kiss with a pant as his own met yours. the look in his brown irises looked like they were begging asking for permission to which you gave a nod of your head to.
his fingers pushed aside your bikini, almost immediately pushing into you. "sh-shit, [✿] your tight.” he whined. you didn’t say anything back, just let out a relaxed sigh. you slowly grinded into him, earning yourself a whimper from his mouth before you covered it with your hand.
"b-be quiet. don’t want anyone patrolling to hear you." now you didn’t really want him to shut up but those stupid tears daring to trickle down his cheeks made you bite your tongue. you move a little faster. just for his sake.
he nodded against your hand, the look in his glassy eyes signaling he was close. so were you.
the two of you reached your climax at the same time, crashing down on the both of you. a gasp escaped your lips and a muffled moan escaped his that was followed by a giggle when your head fell against his shoulder. “shut up nothings funny, firefist."
he let out another breathy laugh, hand in your hair. "shoulda seen the look on your face, princess." your palm was covered in drool, eyes landing on his sticky lips in amusement.
"didn’t take you for a drooler."
"leave me alone I haven’t seen you in a while." his words trailed off, eyes getting droopy as you finally slid off of him, fixing your bikini. he fixed his pants, pulling you back down to his chest to leave lazy sloppy kisses on your neck.
"god, you’re disgusting."
he didn’t repond, falling right asleep against your neck as the moon lit over the both or you.
❤︎
the morning light rose over the two of you, your eyes squinting hard. "ace?" all that left him was a grumble. you held back an eyeroll as you slipped out of his arms, picking up his orange hat and swatted it over his head. "get up. granny nyon will yell at me if you’re still here by noon.”
"okay, okay." he grimaced at the hat hitting his head, sitting up. the back of his head was covered in sand, shaking to get it all off.
"ace quit that!" you squealed when he shook the sand literally all over you, his eyes finally opening.
"mm. sorry.” he stood up by you, almost stumbling into you as he tried to wake himself up. he took slow steps to his little sailboat, getting ready for him to leave. once he finished that, he came back over to you and practically threw his heavy body onto you and pulled you close. kisses were peppered all over your head then one big one on your forehead.
"i love you, [✿]." he muttered against your head.
"love you too, firefist."
ace pulled back, a confused look on his face as he tilted his head. "what?"
you tilted your head back, just as confused- or so he thought. "i said love you?"
"that’s it? no ‘i’?"
"what the difference?" when you said that he frowned, making you fold almost instantly.
"stop making that face you know i can’t keep up with that." you pressed a kiss to his lips, pulling back with his face in your hands. "i love you too, ace. now go before i miss you."
"you won’t miss me if i leave now?" ace quipped, making you try to defend yourself again before he giggled and cut you off. "messing with you."
he finally pulled away from your hands, about to hop onto the boat before he got back off in a second, "shit i almost forgot!" ace pulled out a bag of tiny trinkets from his pocket, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead and ran back onto the boat, pulling off the shore.
you tilted your head at him, only seeing him signal you to open the bag. you did, only seeing a tiny box that made your stomach drop.
no he didn’t.
in the box was a ring, engraved with the smiley and angry face he had on his hat. you let out a loud squeal as his boat went off further, jumping up and down in the sand to signal back your answer to his gift.
"come back to me in one piece, dumbass!" you yelled out to him, shining the little ring to put on your finger.
"i will! i have to come back and marry a princess!" is what he yelled back, waving you off.
little did you both know.
a/n from president sugar 🫡: hi angels finally put out something for my boyfriend ace again 💓 first time writing smut YUCK!! just joking but this might be the first and only time i cringed so freaking hard writing it but like WHINY ACE WHINY ACE WHINY ACE 🤤☺️. changed the timeline a teesny bit in this, (ace not being arrested by the marines until after he visited you.) I BASED THIS ON ORIENTAL BEAT BY HANOI ROCKS CS THEYRE LIKE THE BEST BOY BAND EVERRRR. no comment on the ending lololol, also this is the picture i had in mind when i was thinking about y/n’s wanted poster for anyone who was wondering. do any of you like snsd??
A/N: Mostly smut. ~4500 words. Strawhat reader (afab) x Ace, who is visiting the ship for a while. When Ace finds someone who can match his banter, what goes down? ( ´ ω ` )
CW: dirty talk, fingering, P in V, prone bone.
All Bark, No Bite?
The flirtation with Ace had been getting ridiculous recently. You’d both been dancing around the idea of fucking each other senseless for weeks. Part of the fun was the teasing—Ace felt like he was going to explode any time he saw you, and his presence stoked a fire in your core any time he was around.
The banter itself was enough to make him hard and you wet, respectively. And sure, you’d make out a couple of times, he’d gotten handsy (with your eager consent), he even fingered you once—but these events happened once every blue moon, and your brief trysts never got past that threshold.
At one point the suggestive back-and-forth and lingering touches transformed into shameless horniness. Any chance he’d get, Ace would make you flustered, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and then he’d turn around and talk about how he was going to fuck you into oblivion someday. You were counting down the hours until the perfect moment presented itself, and, of course, it did.
You shot Ace one too many lust-filled glances one night, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. You were wearing the shorts that you knew drove him rabid, so short that he got a tiny peek of your ass cheeks (Sanji loved the shorts too, coincidentally). Combined with your tank top and the shape of your breasts more visible because you weren’t wearing a bra… Ace could feel himself going feral.
He was sitting next to you at the dinner table, while the rest of the crew was rowdily laughing at Luffy almost choking on a chicken bone because he had scarfed it down too fast. Leaning to the side, Ace murmured something your ear. At the same time, his hand crept under the table and squeezed your thigh.
His comment wasn’t completely out of left field—earlier that night, he complimented your shorts, and you responded something along the lines of “Oh yeah? Wanna see more?” He had rolled his eyes at you in the moment, saying (sarcastically) “mmmhmm, sure” but afterwards he was shaking his head and laughing at himself over how viscerally down bad he was for you.
So, when he leaned over and whispered the following comment in your ear, you giggled. “How much you wanna bet that I’ll fuck you better than anyone has before?”
Now you were the one rolling your eyes. “Fat chance, Ace. In your dreams.”
“What, you don’t want to?” He feigned surprise and hurt, keeping his voice low and hushed.
You gave him an annoyed look and cocked your head slightly. He knew you wanted to. It was fucking obvious.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, Ace, it’s just that I think you’re all bark and no bite. Best dick I’ve ever had? Yeah right.”
A grin took over his face, nose scrunching up just slightly, those adorable freckles winking at you. “You want to find out?”
“I know you want to.”
Ace got up without a word and went to wash his now empty plate. You were puzzled at the lack of response, staring at his back, annoyed, until he turned and flicked his chin in the direction of the hallway. Message received. He put his plate on the drying rack and then sauntered down the hallway in question, disappearing as he turned a corner.
You got up and took care of your plate, following in Ace’s footsteps from a couple minutes before. As you left the dining area you sent Robin and Nami a small wave. Robin smiled and Nami gave you a wink. They knew they would hear every detail later.
When you walked down the hallway, you figured Ace would either be in your cabin or his (guest) cabin. Your door was open, light on just how you left it, Ace he was nowhere to be seen. So, he must be in his own cabin. But as you approached, you could see that his door was ajar, and it was pitch black inside. When you reached the room, you cracked the door some more and peered in. “Ace? Where the fu—”
Mid-question, a hand reached out of the darkness and grabbed your wrist, pulling you. You couldn’t see anything—the shutter on the room’s porthole was pulled shut, the light turned off. The only thing you could feel as you groped around in the dark was Ace’s hand on your wrist, which pulled you closer to what you assumed was the bed. You could hear the muted sounds of blankets rustling in front of you. He let go of your hand.
“C’mere.” His playful voice was a couple feet in front of you.
“I’m trying to, but I can’t fucking see anything!” You snapped, fumbling around in front of you until your foot hit his and you toppled over. He caught you by your waist and guided you down to straddle his lap.
“If you would have waited a minute, I would have given you a light.” He flashed a finger, a small flame burning on the tip. You saw his gorgeous smile just barely before he extinguished it. As his grip grew tighter on your waist, he purred, his face centimeters away from yours. “I want you.”
“I know you do, Ace” you laughed at him. He knew you well enough by now that he could hear you smiling through your voice.
“Please.” His voice was so sweet and pleading, veiled notes of desire behind his honeyed tone.
Leaning forward, you gave into a temptation that you knew would only lead somewhere hot and steamy (and you had no problem with that). It had been far too long since you locked lips.
You’d never get over how soft his lips were and how good of a kisser he was. While the jury was still out on whether or not he fucked you better than anyone else, you knew for a fact that he kissed you better than anyone else.
The kisses started out tame, but you could tell how badly he wanted more. You cupped the side of his face with one hand and threw your other arm around his neck, pressing your body into his. Ace’s hands around your waist crept down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass—extremely accessible through those short shorts. You could feel his half-chub forming in his shorts, starting to press onto the denim that covered your crotch.
Ace’s tongue parted your lips and explored your mouth. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair and you could feel his erection, fully hard now, starting to slowly grind up into you. He was letting out puffs of air into your mouth, hands kneading your ass, pulling on it. You moved your hands from the nape of his neck and reached for the hem of your tank top. When you peeled it off, you threw it across the room.
Ace was about to start massaging your bare breasts, but you shoved his shoulders so forcefully he fell back onto the covers.
“Feeling feisty, aren’t we?” Ace’s smirk was almost as audible as the smug chuckle he let out.
“Don’t move.” You got off his lap and shimmed out of your shorts and panties. When you had freed yourself of them, you leaned forward to tug on Ace’s shorts and the waistband of his boxer briefs; he helped speed the process along, and pulled off his shirt while he was at it.
Climbing back on the bed, you straddled Ace, cowgirl style, as he watched you from below. You felt like he deserved to get teased a bit, since he had such a big mouth and cock. Adjusting so his cock was laying flat on your lips, you started rubbing up and down it, bare pussy grinding on his shaft. At the same time, you braced yourself on his abdomen with your palms. You used his washboard abs for leverage, to adjust how hard or soft you grinded into him. Ace’s hands alternated between squishing handfuls of your ass to gripping your hips tightly.
Ace took one of his fingers and held it before you, a small flame dancing on his fingertip again. The light cast red tones and shadows on your body—he felt a sense of reverence as he watched you grind on him, head thrown back, like you were something holy, some work of art ripped from the frame of a renaissance painting or a sculpture from classical antiquity brought to life.
Your hair, your curves, the way you braced yourself on him, the way your hips rolled ever so slightly to elicit the most pleasure from him… he was in denial about how intensely and ardently he liked you. He was obsessed with you, entranced by you, he couldn’t get you out of his head ever since he started spending time on the ship. Your flirting sessions and the occasional horny tryst were killing him inside because all he wanted was to be close to you.
Sure, he wanted to fuck your brains out, but the feeling he got while he admired you in that muted light was something akin to awe. The moment felt surreal. He extinguished the flame.
“Princess, I won’t be able to take much more of that.” His voice was strained.
“I’m just getting started, Ace, sheesh. Don’t get too excited already, big boy.”
The feeling of your clit rubbing up and down, snagging on the head of his cock sent ripples of pleasure through both of you. It was so easy to get off when Ace was underneath you, like putty in your hands. He was trying to keep his groans back, trying to push them down in his throat; he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing he was enveloped in pleasure after less than five minutes of this. But the precum was already leaking out of him, a fact that did not escape you as you grinded your core on his shaft.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.” He croaked, his voice was almost hoarse. He wanted to fuck you immediately—either that, or he’d need to finger you or eat you out, ASAP. He couldn’t take five more minutes of this. He was going to cum soon if you kept it up, and if he came before he even got the chance to fuck you, he knew he’d never live it down.
“Oh, you’re falling apart already Ace? Weren’t you just saying you’d fuck me better than anyone I’ve ever been with?” Your tone was scornful, but you knew he’d get off on that. He loved any sort of sass or brattiness, he liked whining and begging, too, and his heart went crazy inside any time you made pathetic and pleading puppy-dog eyes at him.
“So, you just want to rub yourself on my cock forever and you won’t even let me fuck you with it?” Ace always returned your sass tenfold. His deep voice was incredulous and almost mocking you, but for some reason it felt like he was doting on you.
“Mmmmhhmm, Ace, and you’re just going to have to deal with that.”
He finally let out a groan. It was feeling dangerously good. Concerningly good. The slick oozing out of you and coating his shaft wasn’t making things any easier.
Ace squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing in an attempt to fend off the mounting desire-filled craze that was about to overtake him.
“You’ve got about thirty seconds left before I fuck you senseless, darling.” He practically growled at you—his voice sounded different; more desperate, deeper, and gruff.
You quipped back scathingly with a laugh, continuing to glide back and forth on his cock leisurely. “Ace, you’ll cum from me humping your dick before you even get the chance. I’d like to see you try.”
In a split second, everything changed. Because the room was pitch black, the only thing you could go off was the sensation of being thrown around.
Ace grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, almost knocking the wind out of you. Your stomach was flat on the bed now and Ace was on top of you, his cock throbbing, pressing on your ass. His body was almost completely flush with yours, except he was bracing himself with a hand on either side of your head. His knees were outside of yours, firmly pressing your legs together.
“What was that?” He murmured, close to your ear. “You’d like to see me try?”
You let out a muffled sound, having to pick your head up a bit to be audible amidst the plush covers and blankets. “Yeah, Ace. Try.”
He reached a hand down to push your thighs apart slightly. Combined with you arching your back, he had better access now. He crept his hand down to your core and swiped two fingers through your folds—you were dripping wet, and when his fingers touched your bare folds, your hips bucked inadvertently.
“Now who’s the one gettin’ all worked up, sugar?” He taunted you, repeating his movement down your lips and to your clit a couple more times.
You rolled your eyes, like he could see them. “I’m hardly worked up, Ace. You’ll be able to tell when I am.”
“Oh, is that so?” He teased and slowly inserted his middle finger, his palm coming to rest on your skin. You were so wet that his finger slid in without any resistance. Your walls clenched around him. As he curled his finger and explored your insides, he pressed and roamed, trying to find your sensitive spot.
Now, you were the one trying to stifle your own sounds of pleasure. You feared that you were the one who was all bark and no bite—if his mere finger felt this good inside of you, who knows what it’d feel like when his cock was buried as deep as it could get.
Sure enough, Ace found your g-spot quickly and started relentlessly applying pressure. Your hips jerked up every time he pressed it, and you started to feel so good that your sighs and muffled groans were turning into full-blown mewls. You were one good g-spot press away from moaning his name with reckless abandon.
Based on the way you were squirming and clenching around his finger, Ace could tell that he could make you cum within a couple minutes if he kept going. He was painfully aroused; his cock was aching for friction. He wanted you so bad that it hurt.
He took his finger out and leaned down more, pressing his chest on your back, positioning his cock right at your entrance. He ran his tip up and down through your folds, rubbing it on your clit for a second before returning to tease around your slit.
“Fuck, Ace,” you moaned his name for the first time and he felt his heart stop. “I want it.”
He felt like being a dick. Now that you were under him, sopping wet and moaning his name, he wanted to take his turn playing the part of the bratty tease.
“What was that, pretty? Couldn’t hear you.”
“Fuck,” you groaned in frustration. He was going to drive you insane if he didn’t put his cock in soon. You were dying for it. “Ace, I want you. Now. Please.”
That was all he needed to hear before he started to press his tip through your folds and into your cunt. He was stretching you out and it felt so damn good. Your walls shuddered around him and his cock twitched in response. When he bottomed out, his chest was pressed directly onto your back, weighing you down so much that it was difficult to catch a breath. Ace's weight, his cock, and the feeling of him breathing on your neck all constituted an overwhelming sensation. In that moment, you would have done anything he told you to.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Ace rasped in your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. He held still for a moment to feel you pulse around him and listen to your heartbeat below him.
“Ace, move,” you whined. You tried to move your hips up and down, desperate for him to start bringing his cock in and out. You were growing impatient. You could only handle so much teasing before you would start begging pitifully.
Ace obliged your entreaty, dragging his cock out of you slowly and then plunging it back in forcefully. He angled his hips down, getting the deepest possible angle that he could. His body was caging you in, hips pressing into yours. The weight of his body and the angle made you feel tighter and made his cock feel bigger than it already was.
He pulled out again slowly and plunged back in, hard and deep. You yelped and it turned into a moan. “Ace, fuck.”
“Nngghhhh, fuck, Y/N, your pussy is so tight.”
“You—already—said—that,” you struggled to spit out each word as he fucked you.
“I’ll say it as many times as I want,” he smirked in your ear and plunged into you particularly rough. Filthy sounds of pleasure left your mouth as a response. He was fucking you so well that you were beginning to lose touch with reality.
“Do you like that? Do you like when I fuck you like this, sweetheart?” His sugar-coated voice and the pet name went straight to your pussy. Every time he called you one of those adoring names he could feel your cunt pulse around him—your body was telling on you, letting him know how much you liked those affectionate names, even though you would never tell him how much they made your heart flutter.
“Gonna fuck you ‘till you can’t even talk,” he grunted between each word, pulling out slowly and fucking into you franticly the whole time.
You moaned into the sheets in front of you, grabbing handfuls of them and balling them up into your fists. The dirty talk continued from Ace as he got continuously more riled up. He knew you loved it.
“So wet for me, sweetheart,” his voice was rumbling from his chest and into your ear—you could feel it vibrate on your back as he thrusted into you. “Taking it so well. Taking it all for me. So fuckin’ hot.”
As Ace fucked you harder and deeper, he targeted your g-spot, drawing more pleasure from your already dripping cunt. He felt hot and stiff inside of you, and every time his tip and shaft pressed your sensitive spot like it was a button. Your toes curled in ecstasy and your thighs clamped closer together. Each progressive clamp of your thighs let Ace go deeper.
“Tell me how much you like it, baby,” he cooed, breath hot on your ear.
You didn’t know if you’d be able to squawk out a coherent sentence. But you were going to try, or else he would have something else to smirk over.
“F-feels so—so good, Ace, feels like—” your words got caught in your throat and turned into a sort of strangled moan, a noise so primal it made Ace feel like he was going crazy.
“My cock feels so good you can’t even talk? You like it that much?”
You clumsily attempted a nod, stopped by all the covers you were currently getting fucked into. A mewl would have to suffice.
“Aceee, fuck,” the noises were muffled, but Ace knew exactly what you were saying. It fueled him, goaded him into fucking you harder. He wanted you to melt in his touch completely, wanted your eyes to roll back into your head in pleasure. He wondered how good it would feel when you screamed his name and came on his cock. He was determined to find out.
“Your pussy feels so good on my cock, baby, juuussssttt like that.”
Ace slowed his hips down, exercising every bit of discipline he had to glide his cock in and out as slow as possible. For you, this speed was simply unacceptable. You needed more so badly that you were about to scream for it. Was he trying to edge you?
Right as you were going to feebly attempt to snap at him to fuck you better, you realized that he was leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your shoulder blade. He kissed up to your neck, kissed down your back as far as he could reach in this position, showering you in unexpected affection. It made your heart stop for a moment. Sure, he was cheeky and insolent in most interactions (in a way that you liked), but you always suspected that he really did have a soft spot for you. You could see it in his eyes whenever he spoke to you.
Ace slowed down his panting so he could murmur lightly in your ear, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
Vivid shades of pink and red started to spread over your cheeks. One of his hands crept towards yours and came to rest on top of it tenderly. You released your fistful of blankets and he intertwined his fingers through yours.
“So gorgeous it hurts,” his breath tickled your ear. He squeezed your hand, fucking you at a snail’s pace.
Holy shit, was Ace… making love to you? Was he funneling his affection towards you, letting you know how much he deeply cherished you, all while fucking your brains out? It seemed like the answer must be yes. Your heart did a flip.
“Ace,” you keened out; his adoration was going to your head. You lifted and turned your head as much as you could amidst the plush blankets, so he could hear you better. “I want you.”
He squeezed your hand. “I know you do.”
Ace sped up his thrusts again, his grunts and groans filling the room along with your sweet sounds of pleasure and the wet sounds from your cunt. His hips rolled, his weight bore down on you, your gummy walls pulsed around his cock—you were both on the verge of orgasm, holding on for dear life. He desperately wanted to make you cum first. The thin façade of bragging rights aside, he just wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to wrench heaven from your core and see you writhe in pleasure from his touch—he wanted the satisfaction of knowing he did that.
Every pass of his cock in and out of you was mind-blowing. Oblivion was approaching, quickly. His pace was becoming haphazard, messy, and frenzied.
“Ace, Ace, I’m—I’m gonna cum, feels too good,” you whined.
“Go for it, doll, wanna feel you cream on my cock.” His voice was barely going in one ear and out the other; it gravelly and deep, coursing through your veins like blood. But you registered it enough to know that he wanted you to let go for him.
One good thrust later and you were riding the wave of all-encompassing pleasure so intensely that you felt like you were going to pass out. You started to squirm—he had brought you to your peak and pushed you over it, into a free fall of desire and bliss with no end in sight. The pitch black of the room emphasized the maddening euphoria crashing through your body, it coaxed sounds out of your mouth that you’d never heard before, ones you didn’t know you could make.
You moaned Ace’s name on repeat—screamed it, almost, and every time Ace heard that noise grace his ears, the coil inside of him tightened. Feeling you writhe under him, feeling you squeeze the ever-living fuck out of his hand, feeling you arch your back and your walls pulse… It was too much.
The coil inside of him went rigid and snapped. Ace convulsed, jerking his hips and bucking them down into you. “Fuuccckkkk, Y/N, fuck.” Pulling out of you with heaving breath, his cock shot milky white ropes that painted your ass and lower back.
Ace felt like he was floating. He came the hardest he ever experienced—he didn’t know it was possible to cum this explosively or feel this good.
He collapsed onto his side and positioned his body next to yours. Your gasps for air and heartbeats were in sync as you both came back to earth. You laid there for a moment.
Ace lit another tiny flame on his finger and studied your face. Your eyes were closed, mouth hanging open, pressed against the bedsheets. Your cheeks were ruddy, lips just as pretty as he remembered.
A smiled dusted your lips as you opened your eyes, half-lidded, to see him inches away from you. Ace’s eyes reflected the small fire burning in between you, his lips curled into that heart-twisting grin that always gave you butterflies.
He extinguished the flame, reached over, and started to pet your back. His hand moved to smooth down your hair. “Hey gorgeous, how you hangin’ in there?”
“Wow.” You exhaled, breathless. A beat of silence passed. “What was all that about?” You were still smiling, fighting off the bashfulness and feeling of being flustered that you knew was creeping up.
“What do you mean, pumpkin?” His tone was puzzled.
“The lovey-dovey stuff...”
“Oh.” He paused. “Don’t you know how much I like you? I may tease you but I really, really like you.”
“Stop it, Ace. You’re making me shy.”
His hand resumed smoothing your hair. It passed down to cup your cheek. He rubbed a circle on your skin with his thumb.
“What’s so wrong with making you shy?”
You didn’t answer. He leaned over to kiss you. Again, you’d never get over how good his lips felt pressed on yours. Any time they met it was electric.
“One second—let me get you cleaned up sweetheart.” Ace got off the bed, grabbed a towel, and wiped his cum off your back. His touch was soft, treating your body like it was precious. He got back into bed.
“Come over here.” Ace’s voice was tender.
You turned onto your side and scooted closer. He threw an arm over you and held you to his chest. You cozied up to him for a long time. His chin rested on top of your head, you curled into his chest, heard his heartbeat, and felt the weight of his arm squeezing you closer.
After a moment he started to chuckle.
“Ace, what? What are you laughing about?” The sass started to trickle back into your voice.
“So, did I fuck you better than anyone has before? Am I still all bark and no bite?”
“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “I guess you’re all bite.”
“Mmmm, that’s what I thought.” He kissed the top of your head and held you close, with that cocky grin plastered all over his face.
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𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: Prince Ace has summoned you to his quarters for a spa service, but you quickly realize that he's in a very peculiar sort of mood. When his comments depart from friendly and start leaning toward inappropriate, what can you do? He is a prince, after all... ~5k words.
Part 4 of (?) - (read part 1 here)
Pairing: Ace x reader (she/her pronouns used)
CW: NSFW (18+) - masturbation! Out of character Ace!
✦ Chapter 4: Your eyes are summer, mine are winter ✦
The sunset that night was red and gold. The last rays of sun matched the gold accents adorning every part of the palace imaginable. Mesmerizing, eye catching, and extravagant.
When you knocked on the huge, ornate doors to Prince Ace’s quarters, he commanded you to enter. The ceilings were vaulted, colorful tiles graced the floor, massive, green plants accented the walls, and the music of fountains met your ears. It looked, felt, and smelled like paradise.
The main room was much cleaner than Luffy’s. It was sparser than his brother’s, filled with wooden furniture in a dark shade and gold everywhere you could imagine—no hints of dust or grime could be seen; you could tell he made sure his space was meticulously cleaned each day.
Prince Ace was standing off to the side, downing a cup of water. He looked like he just got finished working out. His chest was bare, and his flowy, traditional-style pants were a dark brown. The golden trim was studded with tassels and the pants rode low, so low that you could see the sharp, v-shaped carving of his pelvic bone and wiry happy trail snaking up his lower abdomen.
He noticed you staring before catching your eye. “Sorry I’m a bit of a mess right now,” he began, “I just got done with some swordsmanship training. Hot and sweaty. I guess I’m in the perfect condition for a nice, long bath. What do you say, shall we head to the bathing chambers?”
You nodded, following in his direction. His back and shoulders were broad and toned, thick with muscles, not too big and not too small—picture perfect. He walked leisurely and slowly, relishing the anticipation of your hands on his skin.
When you reached the bathing quarters, you set your tray down and asked him what sort of service he would prefer.
“Let’s do one of those traditional bathing routines. Those last the longest, right? I could really use some relaxation.”
You assented, taking a moment to inspect his expression. You couldn’t quite place the look on his face. Was he being smug? Sly? Proud? Or were you just reading into it too much? You fancied the shadow of a smirk on hips lips.
Those were pretty lips. He had pretty skin. Pretty freckles. A pretty smirk. It was a bit difficult to focus.
As you started the preparations for the bath, he undressed. Fully nude, he wrapped a towel around his bottom half. It was hard to stop your face from heating up, hard to drag your gaze away from the demi-god standing in front of you. There was something about this man that made your heart flutter in a different way from his brother. You tried to push it out of your mind. It was your first time performing a service for Prince Ace, your first time meeting him one-on-one, and you wanted to make a good impression.
You asked him to sit on a spa chair for the first few steps of the routine. Wetting a cloth in some warm water, you began to wipe him down, running the fabric over his body delicately. Droplets tricked down his muscles. You could smell his sweat, and his cheeks were still pink from the exertion of his workout.
A couple minutes into the process, you realized that Prince Ace was staring at you. It felt like his eyes would burn a hole in your face from how attentively he observed you. Right about now most people would have their head back, resting their eyes in search of the most relaxation possible. But he was laser focused.
“I was so surprised when I learned you were a palace spa worker,” he broke the silence. His voice was gravelly, deeper than you remembered. “I was certain you were a member of the nobility. The royal colors fit you well.”
“Thank you, your highness.” You smiled cordially at his attempt to break the ice, looking up at him from where you knelt on the floor by his side.
“What do you think of my brother? Is he treating you well? It’s my understanding you joined his team quite recently.”
“Your brother has been very kind to me, your highness. He has been generous, considerate, and given me far more attention than I expected or, certainly, deserved.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
You smiled and thanked him, bowing your head.
When you finished wiping him down, you took a moment to draw a steamy, hot bath, pouring liquid soap into it. It frothed up while you started exfoliating his arms and legs. Usually this wasn’t odd at all—you had performed this multi-step process countless times—but there was something about having this man, of all men, bare and basically naked in front of you, staring you down with such an intensity… You tried not to think about it too much.
“You speak so formally,” Prince Ace observed as you brought an exfoliating mitt to one of his calves. “I promise I won’t bite. Unless you want me to, that is.”
That familiar sensation of red-hot embarrassment crept up your neck and twisted in your chest. How am I supposed to respond to that? You asked yourself. Maybe he was just trying to be nice and put you at ease. Maybe he didn’t realize how that came off.
“I’m sure that your highness would never bite someone unprompted.”
A smirk spread across his lips. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”
You thought better of what you had said the second you saw his smirk. Had you sounded inadvertently flirtatious? Hopefully he wouldn’t think you were being deliberately improper. If he was anything like his brother, you could expect some more humanity and kindness from him, so you told yourself not to sweat it too much.
Moving upwards to scrub his thighs, you tried not to think about the small possibility of him making a move on you, slightly worried that if he did, you wouldn’t be able to resist in reciprocating. But this was Luffy’s brother, you reminded yourself. He wouldn’t be the type of person to do that.
“If I was Luffy…” he began to speak again, voice trailing off for a moment. “I don’t know if I’d be able to control myself. You’re too pretty to be on his team. I’m sure he doesn’t appreciate you half as much as I could.”
“O-oh, thank you your highness. You’re too kind, I’m sure I don’t deserve half as much praise from either of you. Thank you.”
“Has anyone ever tried anything with you? Being a masseuse and all?” Prince Ace raised an eyebrow.
Obligated to answer, you responded, choosing your words carefully. “Yes, your highness, but I fear a detailed recollection of each instance might be inappropriate to discuss here, when I am honored with such noble company.”
“I see. I was just wondering if I would be the first.” He cracked a grin, winking on his last word, but saw your body go rigid at the implication. He waved a hand light-heartedly. “Don’t worry. Remember, I don’t bite unless you want me to.”
You let out a nervous smile, then asked him to get in the tub for the next step.
“Should I drop my towel? I haven’t had a spa treatment in ages. Enlighten me.”
Your stomach did a flip, eyes lingering on his abdomen. The fact didn’t escape him.
“If you are comfortable with it, my highness, that’s what I would suggest. The water is far too soapy for me to see anything, and I won’t do much more than apply oil to your arms and back before I leave you to soak for a while.”
He nodded and you turned around while he stepped into the water of the tub. It was a bubble bath to the next degree, with essential oils and special soap that would make his skin softer and his muscles relax.
The tub was sunken, built into the ground and laid with tile. You crouched, sitting on your knees behind him while you massaged the oil into his back and arms.
Prince Ace’s hair was wet and his skin was glistening. He was so handsome you didn’t know how to mentally process it, let alone think about the fact that you were touching him, or the fact that he was being overtly flirtatious with you.
You worked out a knot in his shoulder, another one closer to his neck, and he let out a groan. The noise was downright sinful.
“Mmmmm, fuck, that feels good. You really know what you’re doing.” He turned around to look at you, and you were so close to his face that you held your breath and averted your eyes. “It’s a pity you aren’t in this bath with me, isn’t it?”
Your heart felt like it stopped. Prince Ace brought up a soapy hand and gently placed it on your chin, pulling you to look at him in the eyes. You took a deep breath in and out, trying to still your shaking hands.
“You know,” he continued, voice getting lower. “When someone this pretty gets this close to me, my imagination runs wild. It’s a shame you’re my brother’s.
“Your highness, I-I’m sure I don’t understand what you mean.”
“I’d love to help you understand, gorgeous.” The prince ran a thumb across your bottom lip and it felt electric. “But I don’t think I’d be able to stop at just one bite… You’re far too alluring for your own good. But I’m sure you know that. I’m sure you’ve seen the way Luffy looks at you. It frankly just increases your appeal… Do you know how much self-control I’m using right now?”
You shook your head no. He maintained searing eye contact with you for a moment, then dropped his hand, thinking better of it.
Prince Ace knew he was being brazenly forward, that you had no right to say no to him in any capacity, that you were his brother’s recent companion, and that he should remember his status as heir.
“Continue.” He ordered you, and you got back to work, trying to drown out your internal dialogue that was screaming in distress and confusion.
A few more minutes of massaging his shoulders passed before you worked up the courage to inform him that you’d be back in twenty minutes when the soaking process was over.
When you closed the door behind you, you needed to go sit down and think about what the fuck was going on. It was beyond you. Was the prince just trying to provoke you? Genuinely trying to get you in bed with him? Preying on your downfall? Why you, of all people? Why Luffy’s brother?
Meanwhile, Prince Ace let out a sigh of relief. Relief because the bubble bath was frothy enough to conceal what was below the water, and relief at his own exercise of restraint, if barely successful.
It’s not like he really would have cared if you had seen it. But he preferred to play with his food before he ate it, and he was just getting started.
Prince Ace massaged one of his pecs that was tight, rubbing it in circles before his hand trailed down his abdomen, entering the water at the same time he let out a deep sigh.
Widening his thighs, he took leisure in the sensation of teasing himself, relishing the feeling of his own hand while thinking about you. It had been far too long.
Soft ripples danced on the water’s surface. The trickling sound concealed the sounds of his hand moving up and down and the few soft grunts that left his lips.
This would be a quick one, he told himself, but the next one would be far longer. Rougher. Louder. Sweeter.
He finished in record time. Imagining your face twisted up in ecstasy did the trick.
When you knocked on the door a few minutes later, his manner was completely different.
“Enter.”
He was quiet for the rest of the service, but that didn’t stop him from latching his eyes onto your every movement. You rinsed him off, massaged his arms a bit with some soothing oil, then helped him into a plush robe.
“That was marvelous.” He smiled, and you fancied that it was genuine. You were still on edge, though. It was hard to forget that he had been three inches away from your face not too long ago.
“Shall I take my leave, your highness? Or is there anything else I may do to serve you?”
“Not tonight. Thank you.” The prince nodded at you and then swiftly walked off to his bedchambers. You felt like you had whiplash. Were you imagining how forward he was being earlier? Or was he just toying with you? What the fuck was that all about?
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The next day, Luffy invited you over for breakfast since he didn’t get to have dinner with you the night before.
“Ace wants to borrow you again,” he said in between mouthfuls of food. “Is that okay with you?”
Your stomach sank. If you didn’t obligingly go back to Prince Ace you felt like it would make a scene. It was almost unfair of Luffy to put the weight of the decision onto you, but he figured that giving you the choice was the freest thing he could do for you.
You very apprehensively acquiesced, trying to pretend like everything was okay, like Prince Ace didn’t behave out of the ordinary, alluding to the fact he wanted to have his way with you. Maybe you were being dramatic about things; maybe he was just a huge flirt and didn’t mean anything of it.
“What time would he like me there?” You asked Luffy.
“Same time?” He shrugged, unbothered. “The rice is really good tonight, isn’t it?”
You mentally prepared yourself while Luffy stuffed his face. He evidently didn’t notice your apprehension.
After your meal, conversation was pleasant. You talked about his crew, his family, your family, how you had been liking the palace, how you liked your new room… the list went on.
But dusk approached quickly, and you couldn’t shake the idea that Prince Ace had something in store for you.
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While your nerves ran wild, Prince Ace thought long and hard that day. He couldn’t get you out of his head. This had happened before countless time—he’d fixate on one person, use them, toss them aside, and forget about them. He thought he had long changed that habit, but he was discovering the tendency was as loud as ever. And his self-control was negligent because he was stressed about the war he was involved in and touch starved.
Luffy wouldn’t care if he took you, the sick part of him whispered. Luffy never cared. He had other things to do, like going back to sea, asserting his freedom without a kingdom balancing on his shoulders, doing god knows what. Luffy didn’t care about women either. He never did. Luffy wouldn’t care.
Prince Ace wanted you. He wanted those pretty hands to be on his skin forever. He wanted to sweeten you up, play with you as much as he liked, get bored with you, and discard you.
Was there anything so wrong with that? You were a nobody. Nobody would care.
He mused on what you would look like without your robes on. He wanted to smell the skin of the back of your neck, feel how soft your hair was, wrap his arms around your waist, soil you and make you his.
His self-control was coming undone, and the reasonable part of himself was fighting a losing battle. He didn’t have the wherewithal to ignore the sick part of himself, and that was confirmed even more when he opened the door for you and saw you looking up at him with that tray of yours.
“Hi there.” He smiled and it looked more like a gloat. “Come on in.”
At his urging, you sat on a chaise in the main room that was parallel to his. He poured you a drink out of a glass decanter—the liquid was a deep red.
“Have a drink with me. Go on.”
It tasted fruity, definitely alcoholic, and it made your mouth go dry. You’d never had something like this before, accustomed to the rare occurrence of only having a shitty beer once every year at a festival or parade.
“What do you think?”
“It’s delicious, thank you,” you responded sincerely. You hoped he wouldn’t get too feisty today. No bathing rituals, you told yourself. Nothing good would come of another bathing service with this man.
“I want you to have as much of it as you like,” the prince instructed you, gesturing to the decanter.
“Thank you, your highness.” Confused at his kindness and concerned that he had ulterior motives, you had another sip of the liquid and it made your stomach warm up.
Prince Ace felt his heart twist. Every time you called him “your highness,” it made him feel funny. He liked it. He wanted to hear you say it over and over, in a different context… but this would do for now.
“I think we should do something different today,” he eyed you while you finished your glass. “I don’t feel like having another bath, but I do need some relaxation. What do you suggest?”
It felt like a loaded and euphemistic question. You had a gut feeling that he was hoping you’d say something suggestive. You were going to play dumb.
“You may benefit from a massage or facial. I have a nice eucalyptus and clay one I did on Luf—oh, excuse me, I meant Prince Luffy. He enjoyed it a lot.”
“Luffy, did you say? So, you two are really getting close, I see.”
“Yes, your highness. It is not of my own accord, rather, the prince has asked me to refer to him only by his first name. As is my duty, I do what he says. No disrespect is entailed.”
Prince Ace nodded. “As is your duty, you do what he says? Hm. I can’t say that I’ll ask you to refer to me in the same way. I like hearing you call me ‘your highness,’ to be honest, it does something to me.”
Your mouth went dry. Really dry, this time. You could feel your nerves starting to shake inside. Unsure of how to respond you told yourself to just play dumb, so he can’t accuse you of mouthing off or being improper. This man was unpredictable and obviously horny.
“It does something to you? What do you mean, your highness?”
He smirked. “Let’s just say I hope to hear you say that many more times.”
The fuck?
“Oh. Of course, your highness.”
A few moments of silence passed.
“Care for another glass? I insist.”
If he insisted, you would oblige. You drank another glass and he matched you.
“Now, about that facial. Shall we?”
Your heart started to beat faster, whether it was from the alcohol or the idea of being close to this man again, you couldn’t tell.
When Prince Ace was set up on the spa table in the bathing chambers, you got to work. You wiped his face down, pushed his hair back, prepped his skin, and applied the mask.
Your heart ran in circles. He was just too handsome. He was preposterously handsome. Unreasonably. Stomach-churningly handsome. It almost made you sick to look at him.
It made you even more sick to think of what Luffy would say about the dynamic happening here. It felt like Prince Ace was setting a trap, and you felt yourself almost willingly stepping into it. But it wasn’t really your own choice because the power dynamic was so painfully present. What made it even more stomach-churning was the thought that if you did have a choice, if it was up to you to decide whether or not this man kept flirting with you, you would have said yes. It made you extremely uneasy, but it was at once flattering and arousing.
You were slightly intoxicated, buzzing, leaning close to his face, and applying the clay mask. It hurt to process how stunning he was. How close he was. How badly you wanted to kiss him, and how badly you knew you couldn’t and shouldn’t for your own good. This man is dangerous, you told yourself. Act like it.
“It seems like,” Prince Ace said as you brushed the mask onto his skin, “any time you touch me it feels amazing. Bathing ritual or facial. Your hands are like magic.”
“Thank you, your highness.”
His heart pattered, his stomach flipped, and he could feel heat rushing downwards.
“Say that again.”
“Your highness?” You questioned, and, seeing him nod, you said it again. “Your highness.”
He took a deep breath in and out. “I like the sound of that.”
“I wonder whether or not your highness is called your highness hundreds of times a day. Is it each instance that brings you this much pleasure?” You asked, knowing that you were playing with fire, and not being able to help it. The alcohol made you bold.
“You’re right, I’m accustomed to hearing it. It sounds so much more enthralling when you say it, though.”
“Why might that be, your highness?” No longer were you playing with fire—you were actively fanning it.
“Pretty words and pretty praise coming out of the lips of a pretty maiden are enough to bring anyone pleasure. The current circumstances replicate that tenfold. Can you blame me?”
“I suppose not, your highness.”
Another smirk flitted across his lips. The rest of the service was completed in silence.
When his facial was done, you got the supplies together and cleaned up the bathing chambers for a minute or two while he watched you. His eyes traced your movements.
He was tickled that you seemed to have a little bit of fire in you. No deer in the headlights looks tonight. Maybe he could get more out of you. Maybe you’d be really fun to toy with.
“Care for another drink?” Prince Ace prompted, and you knew that it wasn’t in your best interest, but you said yes anyway. Dancing with the devil.
You sat across from him and drank together. It had been ages since you had a nice, strong drink. Your third glass was working quickly—nerves looser, eyes less shifty, more bold and in the mood to engage with this ridiculously attractive man and soon-to-be emperor.
“Did you know,” he started, “whenever Luffy has something that I want, I take it.”
“Is that so, your highness?”
“Yes. And he seems to have something right now that I want very badly—that I’m coveting, you could say. Can you guess what it is?”
“Freedom?” You asked, looking him straight in the eye. You knew your comment had been scathing and all too real. It was out of line. Punishment-worthy. The alcohol didn’t help with your impulse control. If you kept going like this, you warned yourself, everything would come crashing down.
Prince Ace was stunned, speechless, and shocked at your audacity.
“I was going to say something else, but yes. I have to admit I am quite jealous of my younger brother. He lacks responsibility, nor does he care about it. He gets to pal around with his attractive waitstaff, sail on the sea, and avoid the life he was destined for. Do you think my jealousy is warranted, pretty servant from the bath house?”
“Of course, your highness. I can’t help but wonder, is your jealousy why you take what you want from Luffy?”
The room was silent for a good ten seconds while he stared at you. He hadn’t expected this wit or discernment or the fiery rapport. You were looking at him like he was made of glass. Like you could see his every thought.
“Maybe that is why I take what I want from him. But does the reason really matter?”
“It depends on who you ask, I suppose, your highness.”
“And what if I asked you?”
“Would you so carelessly ask the opinion of a humble servant girl? I am sure my position on the matter is of the utmost irrelevance to your highness.”
That’s fucking audacious, Prince Ace thought. Mouthing back to a prince. He liked it. He wanted you to keep doing it.
“I am sure it isn’t,” he said severely in response. “But I happened to ask you because I think it always apt to consult the objects of my desires themselves, when possible. Do I make myself clear?”
“You do, your highness.”
Your words manifested a wry grin on his face. His cheeks were pink from the alcohol, skin glowing and hair wet. Instead of following up to insist on an answer from you, the prince stood up and bowed.
“I fear I’ve had one too many, madam. Thank you for the lively conversation. You can see yourself out.”
On your walk back to Luffy’s area of the palace, your mind was reeling. You couldn’t quite make out the particulars of your conversation towards the end.
Was the prince implying that you yourself, as an object of his desire, would be the deciding factor in whether or not he was going to “take you” from Luffy?
You surmised that, despite the confusing aspect over whether his reason for acting that way was valid, it felt clear—he wanted you. To what extent, you couldn’t begin to articulate. Based on his flagrant flirtation, you figured he was alluding to an affair of some sort. An affair because he was heir-to-be and you were lady in waiting. An affair because you were a commoner.
But what about having an affair with you would be “taking” you? Was he implying that there was something going on between you and Luffy? Or did he only say “take” because he just was referring to having you on his own waitstaff?
Your head swam and your stomach hurt from the alcohol. You regretted reciprocating the flirtation, for speaking boldly, and not holding your tongue. But part of you was enthralled with the attention. If this were a fantasy land, you’d love to sleep with him and forget about it, see how good he was in bed and then go back to your life. It needn’t be more than that. But with a prince, of course it would be.
What would Luffy think? Would your speaking out of turn, or flirting back to some extent, impact Luffy’s attitude to you? Based on all the stories he told you about his crew, you had a gut feeling that Luffy would understand you and not be upset or disgusted no matter what you did. He had a true heart of gold, it seemed.
You needed to come up with a game plan before Prince Ace summoned you again. You’d deal with it tomorrow, though. This sort of strategizing and critical thinking was impossible when you were intoxicated.
What was lucky for you, however, was that Prince Ace didn’t send you another summons for two weeks. The two weeks passed in the bliss that was getting to know, and, if you were honest with yourself, starting to fall for, Luffy, the prince that treated you like any other person, or vice versa.
But for Prince Ace, the two weeks passed in agony. This agony was self-inflicted; he was forcing himself to stay away from you, knowing that in the event he saw you again, he wouldn’t be able to resist touching you.
Exercise your self-control, he told himself. Have some goddamn discipline and grow up. You can’t keep acting like you used to; you’re a changed man. Just because you’re stressed, lonely, and starving for intimacy doesn’t mean you can steal what seems to be Luffy’s prized possession at the moment. And it’s not like she even wants to be stolen—or does she? The way she was looking at you, the way she talked back, the way she calls you “your highness”… at the mental images, Prince Ace’s heart started to patter.
He steeled his heart. But no amount of self reprimanding could erase the fact that he couldn’t get you out of his head. That he was so absorbed in thinking about a servant like you was nothing new. What made it new was your connection to Luffy, your evident wit, your charm, and your strength.
He could only keep up the charade of discipline for long before his will crumbled. He needed to have you, and the next time he saw you, he had a plan for how he was going to make you his.
Prince Ace felt confident that you wouldn’t have any problems with it. As much as you seemed to feign indifference, he could see how your eyes flashed when he grabbed your chin that one time, how your gaze trailed along his abdomen and lower, how you bit your lip to hold back remarks. It spurred him on.
When you finally read received his summons after that two-week period of bliss, you felt a mix of confusion, apprehension, and excitement. Who knows what he’s going to try, you told yourself. And who knows whether or not I will try back.
But always at the back of your mind was Luffy. Luffy’s promise to you of getting you on his crew. His candor. His growing affection. The lingering smiles. The heart-melting kindness. No amount of flirtation would be worth slighting or spurning Luffy.
It was easy to forget every trouble that had ever bothered you when Luffy was around. His outlook on life was radical, just as much as his friendship and sincerity towards you were. So when Prince Ace summoned you again, you warned yourself, don’t get too deep into this mess. Don’t get too feisty. And, above all, don’t do anything to ruin your connection with Luffy.
warnings: noncon turned to dubcon (kind of), fear play, predator/prey dynamics, unprotected sex, creampie, intense breath play, choking, hair pulling, pain play (kind of), a lot of crying, biting, just really rough sex, mention of murder, spit, oral sex (mIreceiving), public sex, mirror sex, mention of bondage (very brief)
synopsis: there's something up with your boyfriend and there's definitely something up with this carnival he brought you to
message from venus: i have to admit this is one of my favorite pieces that i’ve written. i don’t know what possessed me when i was writing it but i need it back :))
“Come on baby, get dressed. There’s a carnival I wanna take you to, it’ll be perfect.” Your boyfriend’s voice bellows through the apartment and you look at him from your position on the couch. You raise an eyebrow and slowly sit up, “but I thought we were going to stay in today, at least that’s what you said yesterday. You wanted to watch ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street movie marathon today.” You weren’t opposed to going out, you just hated when plans changed at the last minute and that he did know about you. He knew how it made you anxious and frustrated because you would have to change every other plan you had for the day. Well, he should have known that about you.
You watch as his jaw tenses for a moment before he sits down beside you, taking one of your hands in his. “I know, sweetheart. But I wanna celebrate the holiday season with you. We can enjoy the cool air, see everyone getting scared by the scare actors and just have fun. Let's do it.” You look into his eyes and feel a chill run down your spine before you look away and nod. “Okay, just give me some time to shower and get dressed.” You smile and stand, you only take a couple of steps before he grabs your wrist, his grip is a little too tight for your liking. “Gimme a kiss before you go.” His voice is gruff and he stands up, leaning in. You close the distance and peck his lips, just before you can turn away he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to him, smashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss before he pulls back. “There, that’s what I call a kiss. Now go get ready.” You turn and jump when he playfully slaps your ass then continue to walk into the bathroom.
As the faucet turns on and water cascades along your skin you think back. You’re sure that Shanks is different, there’s something up with him and you remember the first day he did change. It was just a couple of months ago, his demeanor was colder and harsher than usual. He was a lot more impatient and when you looked into his eyes, you didn’t feel that comforting warmth emitting from them. You spoke to your friends about it and they just brushed it off, assuming that you were probably stressed from work and that made you overthink things. For a moment, you did agree with them, at the time of his change you had a lot of projects from work and your boss was riding you harder than a workhorse but then everything passed and Shanks was still different. You never brought it up to him though, not wanting to cause an argument but it lingers more and more in your head. You shake the thoughts as you turn the water off and wrap a towel around your body.
You glance at him as you leave the bathroom and furrow your eyebrows as he mumbles to himself, you can’t pick up anything he’s saying and you want to take a step closer to him to hear him but it's like he senses you even with his back to you. He turns and smiles at you, the sight of that grin on his face makes your skin crawl, “almost ready? I’m getting directions to the place now.” You fake a smile and nod, “Mhm, just need to get dressed. I’ll be out soon.” He nods and turns his back to you again and you let the smile drop from your face as you walk into your bedroom. You put on one of his sweatshirts and leggings then once you’re done you leave the room and walk over to him, “All done!”
He puts his phone away and nods as he stands, taking your hand in one of his. “Alright, let's go.” He walks out of the apartment with you and keeps you close to him as he walks with you to the car. “You look really sexy tonight, I can’t wait until we get back home. Maybe we can sneak a quickie in one of the bathrooms or the parking lot.” He winks at you and heat rises to your cheeks. “Shanks! You can’t just say something like that, what if someone hears?” You gently squeeze his hand and the voice in the back of your head is screaming at you, yes you and Shanks have been intimate before, it's expected for a couple that’s been together for almost 4 years but he never made a comment like that in public.
He laughs and opens the passenger side door for you, “can’t help it. You’re sexy and I’ll let anyone know how hard you make me.” He slaps your ass as you get in the car then goes to the driver’s side and starts driving. You lean in to put on the radio and smile when a song he dedicated to you starts playing, you smile and look over as he taps his fingers against the wheel. As you watch him some of your worries subside, maybe you have been overreacting. “Tell me more about this carnival.” You lower the volume of the music and he glances over at you as he takes one hand off the wheel to place it on your thigh. “I can’t spoil it too much but I do have to say that it’s going to be one hell of a night.” He chuckles and gently squeezes your thigh. You place your hand on top of his and trace along his knuckles, “that’s all? Come on, there has to be more than that!”
You watch as his jaw tenses again and his grip on your thigh tightens, making you whimper. He immediately releases his grip and looks at you, “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I just want this to be a surprise. I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry.” He lifts his hand from your thigh and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips so he can press a kiss to your knuckles. “It’s okay, it was an accident. You know how I get when I try to plan a surprise for you.” You smile and look at him then turn your attention to the road, watching as fewer cars go past.
You’re not sure how much time passes and he finally pulls into the parking lot. Your eyebrows knit together as you look around, there isn’t a single car in sight but the carnival is as lively as ever. You hear music playing with too much bass and the voices sound too distorted for you to pick up what song is playing. You look over at Shanks and your eyes widen at the smile on his face, to call it creepy wouldn’t be enough. “Let’s go.” He turns the car off and gets out then opens your door, holding his hand out for you to take. You place your hand in his and take a deep breath. As you walk with him to what you believe is the entrance, you instinctively move closer to him. You look around some more, the parking lot looks completely abandoned. The lines that show where the parking spaces are, are cracked and barely visible, the wind blows a stronger gust that sends another chill down your spine, the only sense of life is the music and the lights that are coming from some of the stands and booths. You squint a little to check out the stands to see if there’s anyone there but you can’t make out a figure, your eyebrows knit together and you look at your boyfriend, his fiery red hair is tousled by the wind and he still has that damn smile on his face.
“Is this the right place? There’s no one here.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and you don’t understand why you’re whispering, it's not like there’s anyone around that could possibly hear you. “Of course it is! I wouldn’t have driven here if it wasn’t the right place.” His voice is loud and it makes you shrink into his side, he glances down at you and smiles. If it was supposed to provide some sort of comfort, it just does the complete opposite. “I told you it was a surprise, we’re just here earlier than everyone else. It’s not a bad thing.” He shrugs and continues to lead you to where the entrance is, you look at the ticket booth and you see dust and cobwebs covering the corners of the glass. It looks like no one has occupied the space in ages. Shanks releases your hand for a moment to dig out his wallet and slams down some money on the small countertop before grabbing your hand again.
For the one moment, your hand wasn’t in his, you thought about making a run for it. It was a brief thought but it quickly subsided. You walk with him and continue to look around, the rides look like they shouldn’t be in operation, without anything moving you could tell the tracks are old and weary. That’s when he stops, right in the center of it all. To your left is an old roller coaster with one loop, to your right is the classic bottle game, behind Shanks is a funnel cake stand and behind you is a haunted house. Your heartbeat quickens in your chest as you look at him, his face is barely illuminated by the lights that surround the place that constantly flicker.
“I have something to tell you and I think now is the best time to do so.” He lifts his other hand to grab your free hand, and now both of your hands are in his grip. Your heartbeat is going even faster now, making you feel like it’s either going to beat out of your chest or just stop. You wish you could read his mind to figure out what he’s going to say next. You swallow thickly and nod, “w-what is it?” You hate how your emotions ooze in your voice but you can’t dwell on it for too long. He leans in close to your ear and you can hear the smile grow on his face before he utters his next words.
“I’m not your boyfriend.”
Your eyebrows knit together and you pull back, taking in his expression and it’s mixed with something sinister and unreadable. “What are you talking about? Is this some weird way to propose? It’s not funny.” You try to pull your hands from his grip but he just tightens his hold on you. Then he laughs, it echoes through the barren wasteland of the carnival and rips straight through your chest. “Shanks! Stop it, you’re creeping me out!” Your voice finally breaks from the whisper as you cry out and his expression changes. His smile falls to a straight line and his eyes cut through your skull.
“Good. I’m glad you’re creeped out, you should’ve been creeped out a long time ago. I think it’s been four months now since I’ve gotten rid of him. Tell me, have you ever heard of the superstition surrounding doppelgängers?” He keeps your hands in his as he looks at you. You shake your head, “What are you talking about?” His jaw tenses and his eyes narrow, “that really gets on my nerves, don’t answer my fucking question with a question of your own.” His words pierce you like a snake’s fangs and their venom seeps into your veins.
“As I was saying, the belief is if you see someone that looks exactly like you then it’s bad luck. If you see them multiple times then it means that death is coming, either for you or the person that looks exactly like you. That’s what happened to your dear old boyfriend, we saw each other time and time again and I killed him.” He doesn’t give you a moment to process his words before continuing, “his last words were, ‘don’t lay a hand on my girlfriend’, how fucking pathetic. But what’s more pathetic is you didn’t notice a thing! You’ve been with him for what, 4 years now and you’ve known him for longer than that but you never noticed that I’m not him. How stupid can you be? You’re a really pathetic excuse for a girlfriend, the worst part is, he was about to propose. Got you a beautiful ring, I mean the rock on that is pretty huge. But no alarms went off? No warning flags? I mean, we’ve fucked plenty of times and nothing. Was that little gear in your head stuck or something? I killed your boyfriend and now I’m taking his place. Oh, now now, don’t cry. There’s no need for tears.” He coos mockingly as he releases one of your hands to wipe at your eye, you didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face until he mentioned it.
You jerk away from his touch and his jaw tenses again, “Fine, that makeup was getting ruined one way or another. Where was I? I killed your boyfriend, you didn’t realize it, now we’re here and I bet you’re wondering why now? Why would I tell you my secret now? Why would I tell you here? And let me tell you, those are reasonable questions so I’ll answer them. But first, I have an idea for a little game and that game is, I’m gonna give you a ten-second head start to run anywhere here and find a way to escape. I’m going to leave the car keys right at the ticket stand. If you can escape me and grab the keys then you can drive off and do what you please, call the police, tell them everything. I’ll even tell you right now where I hid the body, there was an old house that we drove past on the way here. He’s in the backyard.” He chuckles as more tears stream down your face and continues, “But, if I catch you then I’m going to claim you wherever it is and we’re gonna act like we’re one happy couple. You’re gonna forget what I told you just now and if you play your cards right, I’ll pop that ring on your finger. Have a nice wedding and you’ll give me a few kids. Fair enough, right?”
You wipe your eyes and look at him, “do I even have a choice?” Your voice breaks as you ask the question and the response you get is more laughter, “Good girl! There’s the smart girl I knew was in there! You don’t have a choice, so I’m gonna let you go and give you those ten seconds. Run.” He releases your hand and you bolt off, he digs the keys from his pocket and walks over to the ticket stand as he starts to count. “One!” You run as fast as your legs can take you, you bolt past the haunted house and your head is on a constant swivel. “Two!” He yells out as he makes it to the stand and sets the car keys on top of the money he placed on the counter. You finally stop running and look around to see where you can hide, you see a run-down carousel to your left then ahead of you, you see a mirror maze. You weigh your options as you look at both places.
“Five! Half of your head start is gone! I hope you found a good place!”
His voice is barely audible due to your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You look at the carousel, there are some baskets that you could momentarily hide in but it would be way too risky. You look at the mirror maze and quickly decide that it’s your best option. You run inside as you hear him again. “Seven! Almost there!” How does he count so fast? Or did you spend too much time deciding where to go?
You run past distorted images of yourself in the mirrors, you have no clue where you’re going but you hope it’ll be enough to keep him away long enough for you to get back to the ticket booth. You look around as there’s a split, you go left hoping that you’ll be able to lose him but you instantly run into a dead end. “Fuck!” You curse and turn back to take the opposite direction. “And ten! I hope you found a good place!”
His voice echoes and your heart pounds even faster. You continue to run, going in whatever direction you believe is right. As you get deeper into the maze, you see that some mirrors are shattered, leaving trails of broken glass. You try to step over them as carefully as you can to not give him a sign as to where you are. You’re not even sure how much time has passed since you ran inside but all you can think about is finding an exit.
Then you stop in your tracks, “oh come on sweetheart, you’re becoming a little predictable. Or does that mean I’m becoming a good boyfriend?” He laughs and your heart sinks to your stomach. “I know you’re here, just come out and I’ll be easy on you. I promise.” You could hear the deceit in his voice, “okay, okay, I won’t fuck you that roughly.” You slowly move to find yourself at another split, this time you go right and you find yourself at another dead end. There’s broken glass on the floor and you step over it before crouching down into a corner. You clamp your hands over your mouth as you try to even out your breathing.
“I know I’m getting close, I can smell you from here.” He laughs and you clamp your hands over your mouth tighter to muffle the gasp that escapes. You wait until you don’t hear footsteps and you slowly stand and take a blind step forward. The crunch of glass beneath your shoe is loud enough for anyone inside the maze to hear. Your eyes widen as you look down and you quickly decide to make a run for it. But you stop in your tracks when you see him standing there, he’s smiling at you. He’s fucking smiling as he takes a step closer. “Gotcha! You run pretty fast and honestly, if that glass wasn’t there you probably would’ve gotten away. Who am I kidding? I know this place like the back of my hand, I would’ve gotten you one way or another.”
“Shanks…whoever you are. Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this. I won’t say a thing I promise! Just don’t kill me.” You plead as tears brim your eyes, you’re frozen in place as he moves closer to you. His eyes are practically glowing when he stands in front of you and his large hands grip your shoulders and pull you to his chest. “Why would I kill you? I only killed your boyfriend because that’s just how the superstition goes. How could I let him go free when he has the perfect life? I wanted a taste of that and now I can have it.” He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger to make you look at him and he smiles, you know you're becoming delusional at this point because now you feel the warmth you’ve always felt with your boyfriend. It’s a feeling that you’ve been craving for a few months now and you finally have it again.
He moves his thumb to caress your bottom lip and looks into your eyes, “Now, we made a deal and I intend to claim my prize. After this, we’re going to live a normal life. I’ll pop the question and you’ll say yes, we’ll have a nice wedding, a sex-filled honeymoon, you’ll give me a few rugrats and that’s it. Soon you’ll forget about everything I’ve told you tonight, it’ll be a thing of the past like your actual boyfriend. Got it?” You nod slowly, everything in your body wants you to run from this maniac but you just comply with his demands. In reality, what else can you do? He has you where he wants you, there’s nothing you can do. You can fight him but it’ll only piss him off, you can plot an escape but he’ll find you, you can scream at the top of your lungs but no one will hear you. Right now, it’s just you and him.
Nothing will ever change that.
“Come on, use that pretty mouth for something. Tell me you want me to take you, to claim you as mine. Say it.” He moves his hand from your chin and lowers it to your neck, his hand wraps around it and he uses his grip to bring you close. You swallow thickly, your rational side wants to deny him but that side of you that is grasping at a false sense of reality wins.
“I want you. I want you to make me yours right here and right now. Claim me.”
A smirk grows on his face and he slams his lips against yours, the kiss is a bruising clash of teeth and tongue. His hand remains on your throat, gripping the sides ever so slightly as he somehow deepens the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, running along your teeth, the roof of your mouth and along your own tongue. You whimper against his lips as your lungs scream for air. You lift your hands to his shirt and clench the fabric in your fists, trying to signal to him that you need to breathe but he just takes it as a sign to continue kissing you. To keep stealing your air just like he stole your boyfriend’s place and made it his own.
Thankfully, he finally breaks the kiss. You greedily gasp for air and your eyes water as you pant. He smirks at the sight and releases your throat in exchange for one of your wrists. He pulls you along with him until you’re both surrounded by mirrors that haven’t been broken. He releases your wrist to grip your face, gripping your cheeks tightly as he forces you to look at yourself in one of the mirrors. He smirks at the way your eyes widen when you take in your reflection, your mascara is smudged and has stained your cheeks, whatever is left of your lipstick is smeared along your lips and your lips are now coated by his drying saliva. “So pretty like this. You always work so hard on making yourself look pretty but this is how you look best, completely ruined for me.”
He leans in and uses his grip on your face to bring you close, he kisses your cheek roughly and chuckles. “Now, you can watch me ruin you even more from different angles. Get on your knees.” You look at him through the distorted reflection and move to go to your knees slowly. He groans and his jaw tenses as he moves one of his feet to knock you down, the move is so swift and you land on your knees immediately. The dull pain rushes through your body but it is quickly replaced by another source of pain when he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it back. You yelp at the pain and look up at him, his eyes look like they’re glowing again, a fiery red that rivals his hair.
“When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it without a second thought. You don’t think about it, you don’t process it, you just do it. Let’s try another command, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” His words cut like the glass you stepped on earlier and you quickly do what he declares. It is humiliating and you can’t help but think about how different your boyfriend had been when you two were intimate. How he treated you like glass, too afraid to grip you too tightly, never wanted to spank you or be rough with you…but you quickly have to shake the memories from your head.
The man in front of you isn’t Shanks and he will never be Shanks.
He smirks and spits on your tongue, you can’t help but flinch a little when it hits your tongue and it makes him laugh. “Fucking pathetic.” He keeps his hand in your hair as he uses his free hand to pull down his zipper and pull his cock out. You glance down at it then meet his eyes. His cock is the same as your boyfriend’s, thick and long with a single prominent vein running down from the tip to the base. He grips his cock and taps it against your tongue before shoving it down your throat. He throws his head back as he uses the grip in your hair to move you along his length. Your lewd gags and slurps echo throughout the maze, bouncing off the mirrors and reaching your ears. More tears spring from your eyes as he uses you, spit spills down your chin making more of a mess down your face.
You weakly lift your hands up to hit his thighs, trying to get him to release you for just a moment so you can breathe. You feel lightheaded again and he buries his cock all the way down your throat, you weakly swallow around him and more tears spill down your face. Just as black spots start to fill your vision, you’re sure that you’re going to pass out then he suddenly pulls out. “Scared you there, didn’t I?” He mockingly asks as he forces you to face another mirror. You cough and pant as you look at yourself, even more of a mess than the last time you looked at yourself.
“And here I thought you couldn’t get even hotter. Shit, just looking at you like this is about to make me cum.” His cock throbs and twitches as you continue to pant. You lift your hand to try to clean yourself off but he pulls on your hair again, tutting his tongue. “No, no, no, stay messy. I prefer you like this.” You nod as best as you can with his tight grip in your hair, “o-okay, I’m sorry.” Your voice is raspy from the rough facefucking he was giving you and you look up at him.
“You look like a cute little fawn caught by the hunter, such pretty big eyes filled with fear. I love it. Stand up.” You quickly rise to your feet and he bends you over slightly in front of another mirror, you stick your hands out to try to ground yourself. He finally releases the grip in your hair so he can pull down your leggings then rips your panties off, bringing the scraps to his nose to sniff them before tossing them aside. “You smell so fucking sweet and look at this cunt, so fucking wet.” He bends down and grabs your ass, using one of his thumbs to spread your lips while using the other to smear your arousal over your clit.
He spits on your entrance and watches it trail down, just before it reaches your clit he sticks his tongue out to clean it off. “Taste just as sweet too, like the perfect peach on a hot summer day.” He licks up your slit again then spits on your pussy once more before standing straight. His cock bobs as he moves close to you, he grips the base and taps it against your waiting hole, chuckling as a whimper escapes your lips. “Didn’t you know it’s not polite to enter before knocking? I’m just showing you how much of a gentleman I can be.” He bites his lip as he continues to tap his cock against you, glancing at you through the mirror. “Please, just fuck me already. Give me all of you.” You rasp out your words as you look at his distorted reflection.
His eyebrows raise slightly for a moment before he shrugs, “don’t cry when I give you what you want.” He places his free hand on your hip before he slams into you, the sheer stretch of his cock making more tears spill from your eyes. Your mouth falls open as you cry out, your legs trembling as he starts thrusting into you. His pace is rough, his heavy balls slap against your clit and you’re sure that you won’t be able to hold yourself up much longer. “Now you’re really getting fucked, this is what you’ve gotta get used to from here on out. No more of that gentle bullshit, no more slow thrusts, all of that romance shit is dead just like your pathetic little boyfriend.” Of course he has to use the opportunity to rub in what he did. Why wouldn’t he? You’re at your weakest point and he just has to pour salt on the wound.
“Well, maybe I’ll be gentle on our wedding night. Depends on how good that cake is and how good the booze are.” He chuckles as he continues to slam into you, your body trembles with each thrust and you struggle more and more to keep yourself up. “I-I can’t hold myself up any longer, my legs are too weak.” You moan out your words and you look around, seeing all the distorted reflections of him fucking you. It’s like a horror movie on repeat. He slams into you once more and uses his strength to push you up against the mirror you’re in front of more. Your cheek is now pressed against the cold surface and his arms wrap around you.
“Better now? I’ll keep you close like this, just make sure you keep looking into that mirror there, it's the closest one to a regular mirror and you can watch yourself fall apart.” He keeps himself pressed against you as he ruts into you. It's animalistic the way he grunts and groans in your ear, his pace is still hard and rough. You watch yourself getting ruined, just like he wanted you to and while it should make you sick to your stomach, it turns you on more than anything.
Your (now dead) boyfriend would never do something like this with you, he wouldn’t have even thought about it. Oddly enough, you can’t help but wonder what other sick and twisted ideas he’ll have in store for you. You wonder what other positions he’ll fuck you in, what other places he’ll take you in, what hidden kinks he has, how rough he might get, how he’ll fuck when he’s angry with you, would he want to tie you up or use toys on you? The ideas just flow and don’t stop.
His lips brush against the shell of your ear and you’re pulled from your thoughts. “What are you thinking about little fawn? Those pretty eyes are filled with wonder and this cunt keeps clenching around me tighter.” You whimper as his cock brushes against your g spot and you turn your head as much as you possibly can to try to look at him, “I’m thinking about what else you’ll have in store for me, how depraved you can be. How would you want to take me next? Where would you fuck me next? What other kinks or ideas you might have that’s hidden from me.”
He laughs as he suddenly pulls out of you and then turns you to face him, he bends down to hook his arms under the backs of your knees and lifts you with ease. Your back is now pressed against the mirror and you wrap one arm around his neck while your other hand grips his cock, lining him with your entrance so he can fuck you again. He watches you with a smirk on his face and he enters you in a swift motion, knocking the wind out of you as he thrusts harder and faster than before. He leans in close to your neck, biting down on whatever skin he can get to, making you cry out louder. “You’re just as sick and twisted as I am. I knew it was fate when I met your boyfriend all those times, I even watched him. I learned his habits and I learned about you. I even started to watch you, instead of him being my main target, it was you. I had to get rid of him to get to you and here we are. Two twisted and depraved people.”
You dig your nails in his shoulder as the coil in your stomach tightens and you use your other hand to lightly tug on his hair. He pulls from your neck and you smash your lips against his, muffling your cry as your orgasm rips through you. It’s so powerful and it makes you tremble in his hold. He fucks you through your orgasm and messily thrusts into you a few more times before cumming inside of you. His orgasm mixes with yours as it starts to leak around his cock. You break the kiss to look at the mess that’s now staining the ground beneath where you two are connected. You bite your lip and look into his eyes as you both pant. He pecks your lips and slowly pulls out of you before setting you on the ground for a moment. You stumble and reach out to hold onto his shoulders to try to steady yourself.
It erupts laughter out of both of you and he quickly fixes himself up before pulling your leggings up. He bends down to scoop you up bridal style and starts walking. “You know, as I was chasing you, I really thought you’d get away from me. Good thing I came here earlier this week to break some of the mirrors. I even thought about boarding the exit shut so you’d really be stuck here but that would be pretty cruel.” He chuckles and you hold onto him tightly, you feel the warmth from his laughter and the way he looks at you.
You can’t really wrap your head around it, but this is your life now. You’re stuck with this man who is a killer, who’s a brute and rough in all the right places.
And oddly, it gives you some comfort to know that this is who you’re stuck with.
shanks x afab! reader (she/her) | lovers (intimate) to lovers (romantic)
this story has some dark elements, viewer discretion is advised
status: in progress (4/6)
word count: 55.2k (current)
tags: lovers (intimate) to lovers (romantic), angst, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, we struggle but end is happy
⚠️tw and spoilers subject to change⚠️
tw: celestial dragons and all that goes with them, canon typical violence (but with consequences), past kidnapping, past drugging, ptsd, THIS LIST IS NOT COMPLETE (feel free to dm if you are worried about something)
spoilers: marineford but some elements from fishman island
You were a barmaid on a small island in the new world with a big secret lying dormant in your past. The Red Hair Pirates stopped at your town following the events of Marineford and you hit it off with the captain, Shanks.
Everything was going smoothly, until the marines showed up. But they weren’t after the Emperor, they were there for you. With no where left to turn, you ask Shanks if he can take you out to sea, promising only the next island.
Your life in shambles and your future unclear, now you must confront your past. Facing demons better left buried while trying to keep your head above water, you must navigate your way through the world of pirates.
What happens to your relationship with the captain of the crew that granted you shelter? Are you really as similar as they say or will your differences tear you apart?
bc i am silly, i put an event in life on the real op timeline, which means reader has a defined age range of 27-33 (4-10 yr age gap) so whoops, in my head i split the dif and think 30
Part One [10.5k]
Your life fell apart as your past life was brought to light and the Red Hair Pirates had a front row seat.
Part Two [8.1k]
It was time to answer some tough questions about your past, but digging into old wounds never turned out well.
Part Three [17.6k] NSFW
Unsure how to act around Shanks, you started to avoid him, but when the crew made stop at an uninhabited island for the night things started to change.
warning for drunk sex
Part Four [12.1k]
Neither you nor Shanks know how to move forward following your passionate night on the beach, so avoidance was the answer. A variety of stressors contributed to the high tension, but the inner turmoil over feelings made it worse. Eventually something had to give and tempers boil over.
Part Five [6.9k]
You had fucked around and you were finding out (literally too). A few days after taking a swim in the sea and that night on the beach you fall incredibly ill. At the same time, more information about the crew who had kidnapped you is learned.
One Piece Headcanons: Types of Nudes They'd Send You [Mature]
One Piece Characters x Gn!Reader
Featuring: Zoro, Law, Ace, Sanji, Sabo, Nami, Robin
wordcount: 559
Tags/Warnings: descriptions of nudes. that's all.
Zoro:
An unpolished mirror selfie. It's taken after intensive training, in a dimly lit room. The light catches the sheen of sweat that coats his tanned skin, adding definition to his flexed muscles. His face is flushed from exertion, and his hair is slightly damp. But, the focus is centered around the pulsing weight of his cock. He wraps a large, calloused hand around his shaft making its veins stand out.
Law:
Realistically, he would rarely send any. When he does, it's a subtle shot in low and moody lighting. He would be shirtless, showing off his tattoos and toned chest. The focus isn't on his face, but on the silhouette of his body. He puts a tattooed hand on his thigh, drawing attention to the heavy, unmistakable print pressing against his pants. The cloth is pulled taut, molding to his swollen length. Pretty classy.
Ace:
Ace is absolutely the type to send videos. He'd prop himself up on the edge of his bed, camera in one hand while the other stays busy pleasuring himself. He lets out heavy, ragged breaths that mix with the rhythmic wet sound of ihs hand working. It allows you to see the way his abdomen flexes or how his muscles tense up when he reaches his limit, whispering your name as he comes undone.
Sanji:
He's a man of high standards, and that applies to the photos he'd send too. Sanji would send you pictures after stepping out of the shower. The mirror is almost entirely obscured by an opaque layer of condensation, save for a single patch where a hand has wiped it clear. A white towel is draped around his shoulders, barely concealing the sharpness of his collarbones and chest. The foggy mirror leaves some detail to your imagination (unfortunately), almost as an invitation to go see the rest for yourself.
Sabo:
Sabo is a tease. The photo is casual, sitting back in his armchair at his desk, posture relaxed and legs spread comfortably. The only thing that isn't casual about it is the way his torso and thighs are completely bare. A book is held face-down in his lap, obstructing what you'd wanna see most while drawing your eyes to everything else. You could trace the veins of his length peeking out at the base, along with his trimmed happy trail as it disappears beneath the book's pages.
Nami:
Much like Sabo, Nami would also be a tease about what she sends you. Sprawled across her bedsheets, lying face-down with intention, the camera angle is level to her face, and her hair is messy and falls to one side. Her body is pressed into the soft mattress, forcing her chest to spill and flatten against the sheets. She'd give a knowing smile, acknowledging that your mind needs to fill in the blanks itself.
Robin:
Robin is poised and deliberate in her actions. She also wouldn't send nudes often, but when she does, it's usually an arch pic. She'd angle the camera above her body, capturing the elegant curve of her spine and the soft skin of her bare back. The light catches the smoothness of her scapula and the dip of her waist. She would pull a towel or a sheet to carefully conceal her chest while leaving the rest of her silhouette exposed.
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A/N:
hi guys why did you like this so much 😭😭 i appreciate it but i threw this together to escape writers block HAHAHA
i dont think sanji would take any photos like that in the kitchen. cooking is almost sacred to him, so i feel like sending a nude in his workspace would be somewhat vulgar in his eyes. he loves both his partner and his craft, but in distinctly different ways.
Summary... a series of headcanons where you do the "wiping my seat" trend on them!
Contains... suggestive themes and flirts, usage of alcohol, fluff, and silly moments.
A/N: I am never on time for these things, Rayleigh and Gaban were supposed to be here... but I am ill and will post them later.
Benn Beckman
With another red-haired pirate party in full swing, meeting many new people and some old, Beckman had his hands full. Naturally, he'd went up onto the quarterdeck to have a smoke, to get away from the noise just so he didn't get the people coughing up a storm. Once again, he'd felt you coming up behind him from a mile away.
"Somethin' the matter, sugar?" He calls to you before you can get within six feet of him, spares you a glance before returning to his pack of cigarettes, lighting another one up. Just in the distance you can hear what sounds like Shanks singing drunkenly, and laughter from the friends gathered around him. Inside of your hand, you clutch the piece of tissue paper tighter.
A snicker slips past you, immediately alerting Beckman that something was up. He turns to face you, squinting at you in the dark just as a cold gust of wind blows through you. You shake against the wind, and Beckman begins to walk closer to you, forgetting the suspicious look he threw straight at you earlier.
"Here, just wrap this around..." Beckman grunts as he holds his cigarette between his teeth like a cigar, removing his purple grass-patterned cape to wrap around you instead. Just as his face is close enough, you reach out with the tissue in hand. When it swipes against the corner of his mouth, he waits until he's done draping his cape over your back before he speaks.
For a few seconds, he blinks, still staring down at you. You continue gently wiping his face, making sure to get the corners of his mouth— you can barely contain your laughter. Were there crumbs on his face? Maybe he'd had something gathering in the corner of his mouth... It could just be another prank the guys had delegated to you.
Beckman decides to ask you. "What on earth are you doing?" He sounds concerned for a second, but when you answer, that all flies out the window. "I'm wiping my seat off." That answer alone has him pausing for a moment, and he can only blink at you. Before he starts to smile, wide and pure. He blows smoke from his mouth, before stomping out his cigarette on deck.
"Yeah? I think it's just about ready for ya, huh? I'll go on and have you try it out in just a second." He grasps you suddenly, throwing you over his shoulder as he heads down to the deck, passing by the whistling crew and cackling captain. Oh boy, you're in for a long night...
Red-haired Shanks
Shanks is all about silly pranks, but he's normally the only one orchestrating these things, so of course he wouldn't expect you to have a certain trick up your sleeve. The problem is, he's surrounded by his men, and some other pirate affiliates, your nerves won't allow you to pull it off now... But, it's now or never. He's drunk, and after he gets done talking, he's heading straight to you for a kiss and then dragging you into bed with him, or his hammock, whatever he's in the mood for that night.
"Hey Lucky, got a napkin?" You nudge the man next to you, who is busy cooking up a delicious meal inside the kitchen. You narrow your eyes as you try to get a better look at your lover outside, still laughing with the crowd. Beck isn't there, normally he would find a way to disperse the crowd so you could mess with Shanks.
Lucky hands you a napkin, mumbling something into the lamb chop he's feasting on, you don't catch it, and instead swallow your anxiety and worry so you can walk out on deck. Your partner in crime is chatting with his lover up on the quarterdeck, it's now or never; you won't remember the prank in the morning. Shanks doesn't pay much attention to you when you walk up, and neither does the crowd.
With a shaky hand, you raise the napkin to his face. There was a bit of grease around his lips, so you spend some time wiping that off, completely forgetting your previous motive. Shanks' eyes widen as he suddenly turns silent, when the napkin moves to the corner of his mouth and his cheeks, he can finally talk again.
"Hey, hey, hey! What's that for? You're embarrassing me here, babe. How dirty am I, anyways?" Shanks chuckles at your antics, setting off a chain of laughter. You wait for him to stop flapping his lips and look up at you.
It takes every ounce of courage you have, at least all that's left after managing to make him yours. "Cleaning my personal seat." You state matter-of-factly. Shanks stares at you in shock, and the laughs halt— before his smile begins, getting wider by the second. Shanks starts to laugh, way too loud, you spot Lucky peeking his head out from the kitchen, nibbling on a turkey leg now, and Beckman throws a curious look your way as he retreats to his room. The crowd resumes their laughter.
"Personal? Well, I don't know about that... Ow, hey! That hurts! Ouch! I'm sorry! This sexy face is yours to sit on! YEOWCH! Stop pinching me! AH!" Shanks yelps and squeals, jumping left and right to avoid your pinches to his sides, the laughter doubles over, and it continues even when you drag Shanks off to your bedroom. Somehow, you managed to pull off that joke without fumbling over yourself.
All that laughing kept your seat nice and warm that night, you were glad for that.
Portgas D. Ace
Doing this joke with Ace would have two different outcomes depending on whether or not the other commanders were around. He values his image as the "confident and charismatic young commander" more than anything, even if many already knew he was completely different when he was with you. This time, he wasn't alone.
This was the perfect time to embarrass him and get back at him for the time he set your sweater on fire after he sneezed, he did have a slight cold, but your new sweaters singed fabric was the true tragedy. All he did was try and kiss you with his runny nose and chapped lips, you shudder involuntarily at the memory. That's besides the point— Ace is going to pay.
"Oh, now I remember!" Ace laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye as he converses with Vista, everybody is adding on little bits and pieces, Ace expects you to do the same when he sees you approaching.
"Hey, what's up? Got nothing to do today, either?" Ace beams at you. Marco crosses his arms and glances between the two of you, he raises an eyebrow at the fancy cloth napkin you hold in your hand. You glance at it, too, and then at the crumbs on Ace's face. Back to the napkin, then Ace, and so on and so forth. Ace blinks slowly at the napkin as well. Somehow, Thatch has joined in, and is even doing his best frog blink.
After you've finished admiring their performance, you approach Ace and begin wiping his face. Ace furrows his brows at this.
"Uh...?" While you continue wiping his face off, dragging the cloth against his cheek, he grabs it from you and begins wiping his own face, still visibly confused, as is everybody else. Small, clueless giggles begin in the crowd. Nobody knows what your point is, but seeing the display, everyone cracks a smile.
"Ah? What's the shtick? Calling me dirty?" Ace clears his throat, crumpling the napkin into a ball and almost incinerating it, but Thatch gives him a glare as his fancy dinner napkins are threatened. Ace gives you an easy smile, and your own grin suddenly grows very sinister.
"Oh... Nothing. I just wanted to make sure my seat wasn't getting too dirty. I'll mess it up myself later." With a triumphant smile, you steal Ace's smile from his face, now glowing red as a fire poker on a winter night.
Immediately, the surrounding men snicker and laugh themselves to tears, some slap Ace on the back and give him a proud smile, others are smirking at the mention of anything even remotely sexual. Ace himself is clearly experiencing a technical error, and can't find any words.
"My man!" One person shouts, another whistles and cries out "get you some!" just as Ace lowers his head in shame. You are all too proud of yourself, and walk away with a little extra pep in your step.
Ace watches you walk away. The men follow his gaze and only whistle louder. He's never living this down. Especially not with that bashful "maiden-like" smile he's got.
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♡ Charlotte Katakuri x Fem!Reader ♡
♡ Description: It's Valentine's Day and all Katakuri wants to do is spend it with you but his work as the Minister of Flour must come first. Can he make it back home in time before the day is over? ..And did he just sneeze?
♡ Tags: AverageSized!Reader, Reader & Katakuri Are Married, Katakuri Is Head Over Heels In Love, Just Some Cute & Silly Domestic Fluff For Valentine's Day!
♡ Words: 2.4k
♡ Masterlist ♡ Read On AO3 ♡
As the sun began its daily ritual of cresting over the horizon, Katakuri sat on the edge of your shared bed and rubbed his neck as he rolled it, stretching out his tired joints. He felt an extra layer of exhaustion weighing him down this morning but figured he’d work it off as he got his day going.
Letting loose a deep breath, Katakuri had been mentally preparing himself to get up when he felt your small hand on his back. Your soft fingers lightly traced along one of the pink lines that went up his impressively large and muscular back. His body immediately relaxed under your touch.
Katakuri looked over his shoulder to find you half awake and now over on his side of the massive bed.
“Get some more rest, my love,” he whispered, his normally deep voice even deeper from sleep still. Your hand continued its movement along his back, making small shapes along his skin now.
“Stay in bed with me,” you murmured, your eyes still only half open as you looked up at him.
It was Valentine’s Day and while there was nowhere else Katakuri wanted to be but at home with you, the work never stopped here on Komugi Island. Sure, he probably could take the day off and leave the work to his subordinates, but that just wasn’t how a man like Katakuri operated.
“I have some work to get done today, but I’ll be home before you know it,” he told you, tone gentle as he twisted himself more in your direction. Even though you nodded your head to his words, he saw the way your eyes looked away for a moment.
It was taking everything he had to not just roll back into bed with you and have your small body curled up with his for the next few hours – just the two of you in your private marital bliss.
Instead, he settled for leaning down to nuzzle his face into your upper body, nose brushing against your collarbone.
“Then, you’ll be all mine.”
Katakuri reveled in the small squeak you emitted, and the crimson flush that now spread across your face and chest.
After a few more nuzzles and teasing words, Katakuri finally got himself to begrudgingly leave your side and get ready for the day.
As he made his way out of the front door, Katakuri thought over his workload for the day. From what he could recall, it wouldn’t be too hectic of a day today.
Surely, he could get through it all with relative ease and be back by your side before the sun was even high in the sky.
Katakuri stood on the main dock of Komugi Island, thumb and index finger pinching the bridge of his nose.
What was supposed to have been a routine maintenance check on his ship had turned into utter chaos. Before he had even stepped foot onto the dock, Katakuri had seen with his observation haki the panic and scrambling of his crew as his ship bobbed away on the ocean waves.
Apparently, something had gone awry with the anchor, and the ship began to float away before anyone could do something about it.
Using his devil fruit powers, Katakuri had easily caught hold of his ship and pulled it back to the dock, much to the celebration and praise of those around him.
After giving himself his small moment to quickly express his stress while no one looked, Katakuri dropped his hand and schooled his features once more. Now that things were settled here, he could move on to the next item on his to-do list. He turned away from the ship and made his way back up the dock.
“What’s left to be done?” Katakuri asked the assistant accompanying him today, the smaller man having to practically jog to keep up with Katakuri’s longer strides. His assistant looked over the clipboard in his hands and started to list off the various tasks to still be done before the day was over.
As he prattled on, Katakuri kept his face impassive as always but underneath his scarf his mouth twisted in displeasure. Somehow the list had grown twice as long overnight.
“And, finally, my lord, there are the beginning preparations for the Spring Festival.” The assistant looked over his clipboard once more as Katakuri hummed in response. While he took all duties around the island seriously, the ones for the Spring Festival stood out to Katakuri especially since it was an event you were quite excited for. This year was going to be your first time experiencing the festival and after all that you had heard about it, you had expressed numerous times how much you couldn’t wait for it.
So, it was of utmost importance to Katakuri that this year’s was the best it ever was and it all went off without a hitch.
“Let’s get going with the next task then,” Katakuri said pointedly.
As his assistant began to explain the next assignment though, Katakuri felt his nose itch before letting out an unexpected sneeze.
It took both him and his assistant aback for it didn’t seem like a simple sneeze and Katakuri never got sick.
“M-My lord?” The small man stared up at Katakuri. Taking out a handkerchief, Katakuri brushed off the assistant and turned away. Not feeling the need to linger on it, Katakuri simply gestured for them to keep moving.
“Continue on.”
In between doing a quick patrol around the island and an inspection of the flour mills, Katakuri ended up passing by the florist who flagged him down.
She inquired about your whereabouts, looking around Katakuri to see if you’d pop up beside him.
“She’s at home today,” he told the florist, thoughts already drifting back to you. “Is the delivery all set for later?”
The florist beamed as she placed her hands on her hips, “Oh, yes! We have the finest bouquet of red roses all set to be delivered this afternoon, my lord!”
Katakuri was grateful to hear it and gave her a simple nod.
While he had hoped to be there when you received your gift from him, Katakuri was starting to think that wasn’t going to happen with the trajectory of his day thus far. Still, all that mattered to him was that you got the lovely arrangement of roses – his presence unnecessary.
As he turned to leave, yet again, a sneeze escaped Katakuri and now both the florist and Katakuri’s assistant looked at him with raised brows.
“My lord, are you sure you’re feeling alright?” His assistant asked him, now having witnessed his master’s slow decline throughout the morning. Katakuri looked down at him with those sharp eyes of his, making him let out a small yelp.
“I am fine. We’re moving on to the next task now.”
“Y-Yes, my lord...”
The longer the day went on, the more it felt like no matter how many he checked off, his list of today’s duties never grew shorter. Just as one task was finished, another popped up – sometimes even multiple, like an unrelenting hydra. And it made it so that Katakuri wasn’t anywhere close to getting back home to you any time soon.
All day long he had been putting out little fires – once even literally.
Katakuri wanted nothing more than to be back in bed with you as the day continued its slow crawl of endless check ins and signatures and problem solving.
At last, Katakuri reached his final task of the day.
A simple taste test at the bakery for the desserts they’d serve at the Spring Festival.
It’d be the same as any year - he’d be presented with a handful of treats in a private room, and Katakuri would write down his opinions and decide on which ones to put forward that year.
By now his head was starting to feel like it was underwater, but all he had to do was get through this, and he’d be on his way home to you. With this being the last task, he had dismissed his assistant but not before being prodded one more time about his health. Katakuri had only given him another lethal glare, and it had been enough to send the smaller man running.
The bakers, as always, were ecstatic to see Katakuri upon his arrival and began to lead him to his usual private tasting room. Not only did they love having him try their sweets, but they also loved the thorough feedback he wrote out for each and every one.
“We heard that this year is your wife’s first festival, my lord,” the baker on his right said excitedly and the other on his left nodded along enthusiastically.
“Yes, that’s correct,” Katakuri’s tone was even and cool but inside his chest his heart beat faster at the mention of you once again. He was so close to seeing you, he couldn’t wait.
“Well, with that in mind, we wanted to make sure that we really hit the mark this year...”
Katakuri just nodded his head and soon arrived at the door to the tasting room. One of the bakers opened the door for him, and Katakuri felt the small semblance of hope he had left dissipate as he took in the sweets.
There were dozens.
“And so, we had to make sure there were plenty of options for you to choose from for her!” One of the bakers said cheerfully.
“...Right.”
Katakuri stared blankly at the sea of desserts laid out in front of him and swore to himself right then and there that he was taking Valentine’s Day off next year.
And then sneezed yet again for what felt like the nth time today.
The sky was a stunning blend of oranges and pinks as Katakuri finally made his way through the front door. He could feel a dull ache radiating throughout what felt like his whole skull, but it went ignored as soon as he heard you puttering about.
Finally, his day led him home to you.
He called your name and you quickly came around the corner, an apron tied around your waist. A soft smile spread across your face as you gazed up at him and from behind his scarf, Katakuri returned it.
“Welcome home,” you told him and he felt all the tension in his body melt away just by hearing those two words leave your lovely lips.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it home sooner,” Katakuri sighed but your smile only grew as you shook your head.
“You? Get home early? Yeah, right, Kata.” You started to laugh and Katakuri soon joined in with his own small chuckle. It was moments like this with you that made it all worth it for him. To see your beautiful smiling face, it was all Katakuri needed to face any day of pure chaos like today’s.
Your hands fiddled with your apron as your cheeks stained a light shade of pink, “Thank you for the flowers, by the way. I love them.”
“I’ll send you a bouquet every day if you’d like.”
At his words, your blush deepened, “You spoil me too much.”
Not nearly enough. It was all Katakuri could think to himself as he stared lovingly down at you.
“I have a gift for you, as well,” you said, and he perked up at that, his heart skipping a beat. Already he knew whatever it was, he’d love it. You had him follow you further in towards the kitchen, and you stood next to a table of your size.
On the table was a tray of heart shaped donuts, frosted in varying shades of pinks and reds.
“I made those up today,” you told him, eyeing them unsurely. “I know they won’t taste as good as you’re used to but-”
Katakuri crouched down in front of you and tugged his scarf down, exposing a sight only you got to see. His other hand rested against your back, taking up the expanse of it, and Katakuri pulled you closer to him.
“They’re perfect and so are you, my love.”
Now, he could finally do what he’d been waiting for all day.
As Katakuri leaned in, you went to wrap your arms around his neck but stopped short once your skin came in contact with his. With your brow furrowed, your hands instead reached up to gently pat the sides of his face.
“Kata, you’re hot,” you told him as you continued your inspection of his face. Katakuri raised an eyebrow at you and smirked, “How forward of you, wife.”
“That’s not-” you choked on your words, flustered by the big man. “Well, yes, but that’s not what I meant in this moment!”
The way your face flushed, and your lips twisted into a pout made Katakuri want to kiss you even more, but as he went to lean in once again, a bout of dizziness made him stop.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply as that underwater feeling came back at full force, and his body felt incredibly heavy. It was like everything he had been trying to shove away all day was hitting him all at once now.
“Katakuri...” you started softly, “if you’re not feeling well, we need to get you in bed and resting.”
His eyes slowly slid open and his brows knitted together, “But today’s Valen-”
“Yes, and you’re going to spend the rest of it letting me take care of my huge husband,” you cut him off, stepping back from him and crossing your arms. “Now get into bed while I find you medicine and brew up some tea.”
Katakuri slowly stood up to his full height, his scarf still loose around his neck. Even with his sickness now at full tilt, he felt his love and appreciation for you grow even more.
None of today was what either of you had expected for Valentine’s Day, and he was definitely going to make it up to you tenfold.
Before he walked away though, Katakuri’s eyes drifted over to the untouched tray of donuts, and you looked over your shoulder to follow his gaze. A half sigh, half laugh escaped from your lips, and Katakuri couldn’t help the sheepish grin now on his face. You pushed him towards the bedroom, with your own small smile.
ok so that BG3 one where reader kisses them but pulls away before they could deepen it was chefs kiss but I'm a OP girlie so could you maybe do the same prompt with the warlords and others? please and thank you! 👌
(Other Pirates/Antagonists) M!One Piece x Chubby Fem!Reader: You kiss them and pull away before they can deepen it.
themes/content warnings (MDNI - 19+ only): suggestive implications, fluff/spice/everything nice, teasing, playing hard to get, banter, emotional tension, kissing
featuring: shanks, dracule mihawk, donquixote doflamingo, charlotte katakuri, crocodile, caesar clown, buggy, smoker
a/n: I just did this prompt but I honestly love it and I had my idea for Smoker almost immediately. Thank you for the request, the fun chat and for lifting my writers block. I hope you enjoy!~
Shanks
You crossed the deck while he was busy swapping stories with his crew, grabbed him by the collar, and kissed him hard enough to cut off whatever tale he was spinning. His hand found the curve of your waist immediately, squeezing your softness, but before he could deepen it, you shoved him back and turned to walk away. The entire crew went dead silent. Shanks stood there with his mouth still open, blinking once, twice. "Did that just happen?" he asked nobody in particular. "Someone tell me that just happened."
"Captain's lost his mind," someone muttered, but Shanks was already following after you. He caught your wrist and spun you back around to face him, his grin wide and delighted. "No, no, no, you don't get to just do that to me and leave." His voice was warm but his grip was firm, pulling you closer until your chest pressed against his. "I've wanted to do that for months, you know. Thought about it constantly. Drove myself half crazy wondering if you felt the same." He moved his hand to rest on the swell of your hip. "So here's what's going to happen. You're going to kiss me again, and this time I'm not letting you go anywhere."
Dracule Mihawk
He was reading by candlelight when you entered his chambers uninvited. Before he could voice his irritation, you leaned down and captured his mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. His book slipped from his fingers and his hand found the curve of your waist, gripping tight. Then you straightened and moved toward the door without a word. You heard the sharp intake of breath behind you, followed by the creak of his chair as he stood.
"Wait." His commanded quietly, as though giving you the option to listen. You stalled and turned to see him watching you sharply. "You enter my space. You kiss me." He walked closer, each step emphasizing his point. "And now you retreat as though that meant nothing..." He stopped just short of touching you. "I am not a man who tolerates games." His hand came up slowly, fingers brushing the hair from your face with surprising gentleness. "So tell me what you want. Use your words. Because I refuse to misread this..."
Donquixote Doflamingo
He was in the middle of one of his monologues about power when you grabbed his feathered coat, yanked him down to your level, and kissed him hard. His words died in his throat as both hands clamped onto your hips with bruising intensity, pressing your soft body against him. "Well now," he murmured against your mouth. But the second you tried to pull away, strings coiled around your wrists and waist, holding you firmly in place. "Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you're going?"
You tugged against the strings experimentally and they tightened. "Let me go, Doffy," you demanded, though your breathless voice undercut the authority you were aiming for. He laughed cruelly as he tilted your chin up with one long finger, and the strings pulled you flush against his chest. "You started this," he purred, free hand tracing down the curve of your side. "Now I get to finish it." His fingers squeezed appreciatively when he reached your hip. "I just wanted to shut you up," you shot back, squirming in his grip. His grin stretched wider behind his ridiculous glasses. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," he breathed against your ear. "Keep that attitude. It'll make breaking it so much sweeter."
Charlotte Katakuri
You found him in the shrine where he took his meals alone. His scarf was down, mouth full of donuts, and his observation haki had failed to warn him of your approach. He choked when he saw you. Before he could reach for the scarf bunched around his neck, you made your way over and kissed him. He went absolutely still. When you pulled back, his crimson eyes were blown wide with something close to panic. "Get out." The words came out garbled. "You're not supposed to see this."
"Katakuri." You said his name firmly and he froze with his hand halfway to his scarf. "I know what you look like. I came here wanting to kiss you anyway." He had no idea what to do with that information. "I don't understand." His voice was barely above a whisper. You reached up and touched the jagged edge of his mouth. He shuddered like you had struck him. "Why would you want this? Want me?" His hand engulfed yours, pressing your palm harder against his face. "Tell me. I need to hear you say it."
Crocodile
You walked into his meeting uninvited and kissed him before he could dismiss you. His cigar tumbled from his lips as his hand moved to find your waist, but you pulled back and left without a single glance. The men at the table sat frozen, too terrified to even look at their boss. Crocodile stared after you for a long moment before exhaling smoke through his nose. "Meeting adjourned."
You made it halfway down the corridor before his hook slammed into the wall beside your head. His hand gripped your chin, thumb dragging slow across your lower lip. "Do you have any idea what you just did?" His voice was soft, almost conversational, which made it worse. "Every man in that room thinks you can walk all over me." You met his gaze without flinching. "And here you are, chasing after me. Not helping your case much." His jaw tightened. "Cocky little thing." He pressed closer, hook scraping the stone beside your ear. "I'm going to remind you exactly who's in charge here. And you're going to thank me for it."
Caesar Clown
You cornered him between his workbench and the wall and kissed him before he could protest. A strangled noise escaped his throat as his hands fluttered uselessly at his sides. Just as his fingers finally brushed your hips, you pulled away and he stared at you, mouth hanging open. For once in his life, Caesar Clown had nothing to say... for about three seconds.
"Y-You…" He pointed at you, hand trembling. "What was… why would you…?!" He cleared his throat aggressively, trying to recover his dignity. "I demand to know your intentions! Nobody just does something like that without an ulterior motive!" You leaned against his workbench and watched him spiral. "Maybe I just like you?" He recoiled like you had slapped him. "Like me?!" His flush deepened as he processed the concept. "That is… I mean, obviously you would, I am incredibly brilliant, but…" He trailed off, staring at your mouth. His hand reached out and fisted in your shirt, pulling you closer. "A single trial means nothing," he muttered. "Results must be replicable to be valid."
Buggy
You caught him while his head was floating separately from his body, grabbed his face between your hands and kissed him. His eyes went wide as his head bobbed uselessly in the air, unable to pull you closer. When you let go and stepped back with a satisfied smile, his body slammed into you from behind, arms locking around your waist and shoving you forward until your lips crashed back against his.
"What gave you the right to do that?!" His voice cracked when he finally broke for air, face flushed beneath the smeared makeup. "Kissing me while I'm in pieces! That's dirty tactics!!!" You laughed against his lips and shrugged, "Learned from the best." His arms tightened around you, his body pressing flush against your back while his head hovered in front of you. "That's--I…" He sputtered, outrage warring with an entirely different sensation his body was going through. "You owe me a real one! Where I can actually participate!" You tilted your chin up. "Oh?~ Are you asking for a kiss now?" His bluster crumbled. "I…Demanding--I'm demanding a kiss. There's a difference."
Smoker
The promotion paperwork had barely dried when you found him alone in his office. He looked up, cigars clenched between his teeth, and before he could speak you learned down and kissed him. His hand came up to grip your hip immediately, pulling you closer with a low sound in his throat, but you broke away before he could deepen it. His eyes opened slowly, smoke curled between you. He didn't let go. "So that's why you wanted the transfer..." His voice was rough. "Couldn't exactly do this while you were signing my orders."
His free hand came up to cup the back of your neck, thumb pressing against your pulse. "You think I didn't notice? All those months, watching you hold back..." He pulled you closer until your soft curves pressed against his chest, forehead dropping against yours. "But I'm not your superior now." You shook your head. "No, you're not." He pulled the cigars from his mouth and set them aside without breaking eye contact. His grip tightened, "Good, at least now I can stop lying on those damn fraternization reports as if this wasn't going to happen."
a/n: You know the whole holding two barbies and making them kiss? That's what was running through my head with Buggy's.
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