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I have divided up my large collection of fics and drabbles into their own categories. Each fic has a description within their own Masterlist, including content warnings should minors be present. I hope you enjoy your time exploring my writing, and happy reading!

If you do not see your favourite character in their categories, check out the multiple-character series and I might have written for them there!

One Piece

Straw-Hat Masterlist

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Brook, & platonic crew

Heart-Pirate Masterlist

Law, Shachi, Penguin, & platonic crew

Kid-Pirate Masterlist

Kid, Killer, Heat, Wire, & platonic crew

Red-Hair Pirate Masterlist

Shanks, Beckman

Donquixote Masterlist

Doflamingo, Rosinante / Corazon, Caesar Clown

Cross-Guild Masterlist

Sir Crocodile, Dracule Mihawk, Buggy

Misc & Marines Masterlist

Koby, Helmeppo, Sabo, Kuzan, Bogard, Garp, Marco, Zeff, X Drake

Giants Masterlist

Katakuri, King, Loki (Elbaf)

Drabbles Masterlist

Shorter fics for light reading

Original Characters Masterlist

Content includes OC x OC, OC x Canon, and OC x Reader content within. This is with my original characters, and others' OCs with permission to create for them. All NSFW fics marked accordingly.

Multi-Character Series

Dance Series Masterlist

A series of one-shots where you, the reader, get to dance with your favourites. Written with a f!reader in mind, but can be read gn.

The Kissing Booth

A selection of kisses with you as the blindfolded recipient.

Yandere Masterlist

To love so much it makes you sick with blind devotion and intense infatuation. Sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest. You are that special person, and they will stop at nothing to make you theirs, and keep you close.

Pollen Masterlist (NSFW 18+)

Dust from the lust-plant burrows into the lungs of all that inhale it, prompting desperate and primal urges to eclipse their natural senses. All that inhale the pollen need aid in navigating through their urges, some urges stronger than others.

Dreaming of You Masterlist (NSFW 18+)

They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. NSFW, mdni, 18+

2024 Birthday Event (NSFW 18+)

A variety of kinks explored with a multitude of different readers (gn, afab, amab, F, M) all explicit and incredibly NSFW with a few favourite characters.

12 Days of Fic-Mas

A fluffy multifandom collection of holiday festivities.

Gachiakuta

Cleaners and Raiders

Welcome to the trash compactor, where fun and fics await.

Drawing Masterlist: One Piece Original Characters

Art with my fics: short dialogue

Fic Inspo: mood boards, clips and prompts for all to use.

Picking nervously at the hem of your shirt, you kept your head bowed and away from the man sitting parallel on the ground in front of you. The metre square table was all that was between you, ornate carvings pressed by hand into the surface to indicate battle amongst the cherry blossoms. War, death, beauty, and passion - the four words you would use in place to describe the ornate carvings, alongside every syllable to depict the gunslinging commander in front of you. 

“You're doing it again,” he offered you in a warning drawl, “Stop picking at your hemline, or there will be no shirt to shroud your body by the end of all of your fussing. Hands on the table, little flower.” Izou leaned over the centre of the table and took your hand away from your shirt with his own, placing it on the table beside your bamboo and silk placemat. As your eyes met his, you saw those four words within his warning gaze. 

War, death, beauty, and passion - those same four words were everything that was the man holding the moniker, Izou, in that one pointed look he aimed towards you. He was disciplining you with that single look, and you slowly found yourself sinking beneath his scolding stare. 

The man clad in a pink yukata slowly released your hand and moved back to sit on his knees. His gown slipped down his shoulder slightly to reveal the creamy, porcelain skin beneath the silken shroud, slowly rising a warm heat in the apples of your cheeks. He shrugged it back with a click of his tongue before scooping matcha powder in his bamboo spoon. Placing the spoon back down beside the bowl, Izou reached for the large, ceramic teapot filled with boiling water. 

“I wanted to give you this ceremony as a token of my appreciation to you,” he hummed casually, “Yet, all you've been doing is avoiding my eyes and picking at your shirt. It is unseemly, and you should be paying attention to a person when their performance is a gift to you.” You bobbed your head in confirmation before gazing at his hands. His every swishing motion was a dance, a ceremonial display of appreciation for tea, for water, and for you. 

“My apologies, commander,” you smile sheepishly at him, “It's not every day a former spade pirate is invited into a foreign commander’s chambers for a private performance. Especially not one as sovereign and titled as you.” Izou took a moment to sigh before ending it with a soft chuckle, shaking his head and slowly beginning to soften at the edges. 

“It's not every day a white beard commander invites a former foreign pirate, turned crewmate, into his chambers, yes,” he agreed with you, nodding his head before picking up the bamboo whisk, “But, then again, it is not every day any member of the white beard pirates earns a place at my table as a reward for feats of brilliance. You did good, little flower. I will not have you diminish your accomplishments.” 

A warmth flooded in your face while your eyes misted with embarrassment and humble pride. You managed to negotiate by yourself to make safe passage for the white beard fleet in an impossible situation, one that earned you crew respect and that same respect of the more reserved commander. It was one thing to have your doctor give you praise and a pat on the back, or your former captain cheering your name and crowing like a rooster into the air with a pyrotechnic display of flames, but it was another thing entirely to be invited into the chambers of Izou as he performed a skill he rarely demonstrated to others from his home country. 

“Not so brilliant, just luck,” you nodded with a small smile, “Caught the harbour master in a good mood-.”

“-Hush and watch your tone,” Izou sliced your words out of your lips and removed any further word from your lips, “You don't get to downplay your actions in settling something for our captain that we were struggling with, especially not while we're sharing in this ceremony together.” His brows knit in a tight line in the centre of his forehead before he slowly closed his eyes and leaned down towards the ceramic pot and powders, “You are far too smart for this attitude, and I will not have it at my table. I will not announce it again, so hold your tongue and take your gift.” Slowly and gently, the gunslinging commander pressed his bamboo spoon into a tin of green powder before gently compacting it in the concave crevice. Every action had a purpose, and you could see the softness amongst that hardened exterior in his facial features.

This was home to him: sharing a part of himself donned in ceremony in every action. His brows rose to a gentleness he was sharing with you as he slowly tipped the powder into the cup. Tapping the edge twice, and a third sharper time, he placed the spoon in a silken placemat beside the teacup and moved his hands in a dance-like fashion. Izou slowly extended his right hand, while the other moved back the sleeve of his yukata to reveal his wrists. His hands were marred in battle and controlled in every motion while slowly tipping scorched water from the teacup into the bowl.

Once the water and powder were married as one, Izou bowed and placed the teapot back in the centre of the table. His eyes closed while the aroma rose to fill his face and nasal passage. Everything was slow, soft, controlled, and with purpose. Even while reaching for the bamboo whisk once more, it was as simple as breathing, yet as mesmerizing as a dance to music you had never seen nor heard. 

Not a whisper was spoken between Izou frothing the water and tea powder and him placing the whisk upright on a ceramic tray to the left corner of the tea setting. He smiled down at it before again reaching for the water pot and pouring the water to the brim, again revealing his wrists to you. That same warmth crept up your face and settled in your cheeks while watching him perform a stationary dance in your honor. 

Izou finally placed the pot down at the centre of the table and reached his forefingers down at the base of the ceramic cup. Slowly moving them to form a triangular fixed position at the apex of the cup base, Izou bowed deeply towards you in the centre of the table. His hair fell softly in front of him, giving you a full view of down the back of his yukata and causing you to glimpse at his tattoo. 

Unsure of what to do, you mimic his actions as best as you could without practice to ceremony. Placing your hands in front of you, you slowly bow to return the gesture and keep your head low and eyes scrunched completely shut.

Slowly rising from his bow, Izou fought back a gasped hum that wanted desperately to escape his throat. You were bowing to him, sharing a respect you had no knowledge of, yet wanted so desperately to share in his action with him. This was a welcome surprise, and his heart began to slowly flutter and grow warm in witnessing you struggle to know when to rise from your low and respectful, seated stoop.

“You… Can rise now,” Izou smiled towards you, “You didn’t… Need to do that… But,” Izou waited for you to rise while continuing to smile gently towards you, “I am glad you did.” The man slowly reached for the ceramic teacup and spun the ceramic three times clockwise before raising it in both hands. He gently reached for you and nodded for you to take the cup from his hands. “While this is made similarly to the tea I have at home, I am, unfortunately, all out of leaf powder from my homeland,” his smile dimmed slightly, only rising as you took the cup from his hands and took it towards yourself, “The borders are shut, leaving my family barred from ever meeting my eyes again. This… This ceremony is my gift to you, little flower. I hope the tea is to your liking.”

“Commander-.” “-Izou,” he corrected you immediately and sharply, “While in my quarters as my guest, I am simply… Iz-... I-...” Izou coughed to clear his throat, clenching his eyes shut and swallowing thickly. You quickly placed the tea off to the side and rose from the table without drinking. Izou continued to cough without stopping, turning his face away and holding his throat. His yukata slipped and disheveled him, revealing the tattoo on his back and giving you ample room to pat on his back hard to dislodge what was causing him harm. 

Izou refused to rise from the table, slowly glancing around at the compartments of the kit until he located the mortar and pestle filled with fine powder. He shrugged off your hands and reached for the stone bowl. His coughing settled, only prolonging your shock while he gazed down with unspeakable horror on his face. 

“This…” Izou shook in a shuddered breath as he turned to face you. His eyes scanned your face before he looked at the tea in shock, “Did you taste or inhale the tea?” You looked at the cup before turning your attention back towards him. You shook your head ‘no’ before he nodded and gulped thickly. “I… I have… You need to get Marco for me. I…” Izou attempted to place his pink yukata back on his shoulders, but winced as if the material stung him. He leaned in and clasped the ceramic kettle of water and immediately poured the scorching heat on his hands. Hissing at the pain, he wet both before pulling himself away from the table. 

“Izou?” you furrowed your brows and nodded in desperation towards him, “Izou, what’s going on? I need to know before I get Marco for you. Can you tell me what’s going on? I can help you, just give me a run down.”

“I-...” he gulped before doubling over in pain, pushing himself away from the table and accidentally falling back onto his futon. Pain scrunched his eyes shut while sweat beaded at his temple, falling in a deep caress down the corner of his cheek and down the apex of his jawline. He began panting as if every breath stung him. Every inhale was burdened with labouring gasps that sounded as if he was aching worse than the sting of boiled water. 

“Izou-?”

“-The tea,” he gasped towards you, “The powder when I ground it down into powder. I-... It’s from the island we visited prior. The one… With the idols of lust… Mnngh-!” He peeled the corner of his yukata off his arm and settled it around his waist, “They said it was for relaxation and special occasions.” He moved his hands covered in the wrist-slits of his robe to settle in the center of his waist and covered his crotch. As soon as his covered palms hit his shrouded crotch, he doubled over and wailed out, “They and I have a very different idea of relaxation!” 

Dawning on your face with your eyes meeting his crotch and back up to his eyes again, you immediately felt the need to scold your commander for his actions. Holding your tongue, you shook your head and glanced down once more at the painful peak tenting his crotch. Pulsating beneath his robes, the usually reserved commander was now moaning as if in the most delirious pain and most delicious pleasure he had ever experienced before.

“Did you just get it on your hands, commander?” you asked him firmly, “And when you had inhaled it while foaming the tea, I mean.” You immediately rose to stand and close the distance between Izou and the door to his quarters, locking it behind you with you inside. He gasped and you heard the whimpered, ‘yes’, alongside the rustling of materials. “Commander, Ace encountered that the last time we’d visited the island and we had to resort to… Extreme measures… To get it out of his system. Do you remember, sir?” 

“Yes,” he hissed before more rustling occurred behind you, “And for all that timidity earlier, you have-, mghgn-! Fuck-!” Izou whined out before the rustling crew in further intensity, “You have changed your tune, haven’t you?” He managed to snicker at you before letting out a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan, “I d-didn’t expect it to be the same thing…” 

“Commander,” you firmed your voice, “Did you not expect a tealeaf for ‘special occasions’ and ‘relaxation’ from a culture where lust as their god to have some of that potent pollen in their habitual products?” You turned to face him, steeling your face in a firm line, “And I have changed my tune to match the severity of your circumstances. It’s not every day my commander inhales and grinds his own aphrodisiacs, sir. I am simply matching pitch.” 

“Such a spade-pirate still,” Izou gasped out a laugh, hanging his head on his shoulders and gasping out a small puff of lust while his yukata lay beside him. His slender cock was in his hands, pre-cum beading at the slit and coating his thumb in slick baring no relief. 

“My former captain, now reporting commander, burdened himself with me for a long time, sir,” you shook your head and slowly approached Izou as he lay on his bedding, “And now you are about to experience the delirium that comes from that powder-, Izou-!” You were swiftly made agitated by the full picture of Izou’s back to you as he hid his face from you. You softened your voice and leaned down towards him, reaching your hand forward but holding it back, “Izou, can I touch you?” 

“I can’t have you see me like this, little flower,” Izou’s shaky breath poured out to you, “This was… I know better than this. I am better than this. I should-... I-... All I wanted was to do was appreciate you. You deserve to be appreciated…” The dark hair atop his head slowly came loose and waterfalled down his back in rippled waves of loose strands. The action of his hand against himself was sinful, something you knew to avert your eyes from and give him privacy in any other given circumstances. 

But this was an emergency.

Placing your hand on his shoulder, you slowly gained his attention with a gentle squeeze to his muscle. Izou stopped pumping along his length and sucked in a shaken breath. It took everything in himself to halt his motions while his body screamed at him to continue. His cock was achingly hard, his balls tight against his belly, and his gut curdling with a lust he had never known prior like this. All the while you were there to walk him through it as softly and gently as you could. 

“Do you remember what had to happen with Ace, Izou?” you asked him softly, “Where we had to-... Aid the pollen to run its course through extracting it within the body of another?” Izou tensed up and nodded while still avoiding your eyes. “I think we need to do that for you too, sir.” You removed your hand from his skin and slowly tugged the shirt from your body, followed by your pants and panties. He continued to avoid your eyes while you returned to his side and lay beside him. 

It was fate’s cruel trick to give you, you were certain of it. The way you held such high regard and a large affection for Izou was a cruelty given the current circumstances. He was someone you wanted to impress, to earn the praise of, and the man of your dreams that you were trying so hard to be subtle about liking. Ace gave you hell for it, Marco gave you a smile and advice about it, Whitebeard approved of it - but in your heart, you still felt like the commander that held it was keeping you at arms length. 

Steadying your breath and stifling the sorrow beginning to bubble in your throat, you again tapped his shoulder to return his attention to you. You gulped back a shaken breath before offering the one thing you knew could cure him. 

“I… I may not be the best person for this job, but I’m the only one available at the moment to you. You…” your lip quivered and brows furrowed at the center, only causing you to give into the emotion you feared would pool over the surface and reveal it’s ugly head, “...You can just pretend I’m someone beautiful. Someone you want to be with. It’s okay, commander. It’s the only way we can cure you of this, remember? Just pretend I’m the person you want, and it will be over quickly. Please.” 

Izou’s body turned in an instant. The sharp and striking features of Izou loomed over you while his hands clasped around your wrists and knees and toes pinned your thighs beneath him. His look was of a violent rage, his eyes wild and accusatory. Izou’s painted lips curled into a harsh grimace as he snarled down at you.

“Why would I pretend you’re anyone you’re not when I want only you?” he spat down harshly. His eyes softened at the edges before his palm came up and pressed against your cheek, soothing over your features while he peered down at you with love, “I only want you. You have to know that I do, little flower. Can’t you see?” Izou leaned down and brushed his nose with yours, “I’ve loved you from the beginning. I just… Wish this was under different circumstances and not… If we don’t, my heart will give out.” 

Your eyes darted between his before you struck an uncharacteristically brave nerve in your core while leaning up and kissing him. Izou reciprocated immediately by removing his hand from your wrist and bracing both arms behind your head and and cradled you into himself. Both of you whimpered into the kiss while deepening it in every breath. He took your world and made it his with a simple touch, igniting your belly with a thirst that needed to be quenched. Your core throbbed while you attempted to spread your legs around the position he pinned you in. 

The braveness melted into courage when you flipped him on his back. You reached down between your bodies and found his cock with ease. He was large in your hand, only getting larger and more desperate as you pumped along his length. Your cunt slowly fluttered while arousal glistened along your walls. His kiss was deep enough to almost make you climax then and there, just from the deep complexity he molded your lips into. Everything was both ceremonious alongside a feral edge he worked so hard to control. 

Unbreaking the deep kiss, you ensured his body moved where you moved him. You slid his cock between your folds a few times to coat his tip in your slick while both hissing at the contact. He groaned in short, huffed breaths while you placed his tip inside your core and began slowly sinking down on it. His hands moved from around your neck to caress the curvature of your body down towards your ass while your own hands moved beside his head. 

“I’ve loved you for the longest time, commander,” you confessed in return while sinking down his cock further. You hissed at the mild sting around your ring of muscle, prompting Izou to help you remain stationary by not moving anything. He pressed a flurry of quick kisses against your cheek, jaw, and neck while you focussed on taking his entire length into your body. Finally sinking down with his entire cock inside you, you remained stationary while turning your head to look at him. 

Izou was in turmoil. His inky hair was coated in a sheen of sweat while his pupils were black with lust. Despite the potency of the pollen igniting his veins, Izou’s sheer willpower stopped his body from bucking up wildly into you. His hands gripped both sides of your ass and held you stationary while he looked deeply into your eyes. 

“I love you so much,” he returned your affection and sealed it with a soft kiss to your lips before retreating back, “That is why I’m so harsh on you. I want you to be the-... fuck… Best version of yourself. I want t-to watch y-ou thrive-! Oh seas-!” Izou threw his head back while his body finally broke through the iron will that held it stationary. 

The commander’s hands gripped your ass and began rocking you down hard against himself. He refused to allow too much of his length to exit you, keeping your core flush with his own and grinding your clit on his soft pubic hair. You whined out in shock while he slowly removed an inch before slamming you back down on it once more. Izou planted his feet before moving his arms back and bracing them around your mid section; finally moving his cock out until the tip remained inside you before slamming it back harshly into you. It was slow, intentional, and deliberate in the beginning.

All before the pollen did what it does best…

…And remove your commander of all of his composure. 

You had never pegged Izou as a feral man in the bedroom. He always seemed to be one to be in charge and in control. In all of your fantasies about him, that’s what he was. The words ‘little flower’ spoke softly to you in your mind's eye while he aided you to fall apart in every way he knew how. Hands, lips, tongue, toys, even the air around you was manipulated by Izou in your dreams. This was not so controlled, but it was not any less beautiful. Especially with Izou rutting into you and growling your name in your ear that shot vibrations to your clit and spilled more of your arousal from your slit and onto his crotch. 

“W-Wait-!” you whimpered to no avail, “Sh-shit.” Your body shook while Izou rippled your ass with every harsh thud upwards. His cock drove into your belly and kissed at the back of your g-spot, causing you to throw your head back and yelp at the momentum. Where you assumed a man of Izou’s caliber would treat treat sex as an art form, as an act of love making with another’s body - this was nowhere near that level of refined decorum. 

Izou was fucking you. Not handling you with care, but fucking you deeply and harshly while chasing a high inside your body that he couldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried.

“Wanted this moment to be different,” he barked between harsh claps of his hips meeting yours, “Wanted to court you first. Love you first.” Izou whimpered as his cock pulsated inside your body and swelled every vein rippling towards his tip. He was closer now than he had ever been to spilling himself up inside you, but it was no more a spill than it was him loving you. “I’m going to cum-! You’re-! Just stay like that. Just like that. Can I-?!” Izou tilted his head to find your face with his. His vibrant eyes bore into yours with a dark intensity. There was love lingering beneath the lust, showcased in the way he held off until you gave your permission. 

“Cum for me, commander,” you whimpered down into him, “You can cum, Izou. I want you to.” Izou darted his eyes between yours before clenching them tightly shut and throwing his head back once more. He filled your body like a shot of lightning, hitting your cervix with his viscous splashback and painting your bellies with how fast he released. At the sight of his creamy neck and that tremble of his pulse ignited in his vein, you leaned down and clenched your teeth and lips around his pulsepoint. 

Pleasure was found empathetically as his orgasm set yours alight with its spark. Pleasure engulfed your senses while you screamed into his neck. Izou slowed his movements, but kept them hard and harsh. Every thud of your skin meeting his was in time with the waves of your pleasure joining with his own. He was timing your bliss with his own while the pollen slowly left his body through releasing the tension and tight coils in his belly. 

Izou aided you down into his embrace by cradling your head in his neck. Your lips were still latched to his skin, sucking a harsh, purple mark into his neck as a trophy of your love. He chuckled and caressed the back of your head while you began sobbing after returning to the world around you. 

“I don’t think I’ve-... I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard before,” Izou gasped, prompting you to nod in agreement. 

“I haven’t cum like that ever,” you admitted with a laugh, moving back from his embrace to gaze down at him, “I usually need a little more stimulation than that to get there, especially on my clit-... You don’t need to know this, sir.” You quieted yourself and allowed embarrassment to slowly wash over you while you attempted to pull away from him. Izou frowned and hummed down at you in disappointment, clapping his hands on your ass and holding you stationary. 

“Of course I need to know this, little flower,” Izou whispered gently to you, “I want to know how to please my woman and what she likes. Especially after this…” The commander slowly caressed your ass and tilted his head. He smiled softly up at you and nodded, “You… Are mine, yes? If you’ll have me, I mean… You don’t have to be…” 

Bashful. 

Izou was bashful.

And you felt your heart melt while he began to avoid your eyes in search of anything else to fixate on. You reached down and claimed his cheeks in your palms, tilting his eyes back to meet yours and nodded down at him.

“I’ll only have you if you only correct me on my fidgeting in private, and not try to accidentally poison me with a lust flower,” you giggled at him, stroking the apple of his cheek with your thumb, “Those are my only conditions-, w-well, alongside exclusivity, I mean…” You mumbled and turned your head away from him, fighting your own bashfulness and sucking in your bottom lip to bite it. 

“Why would I want anyone else?” he answered sincerely. Izou reached up and fiddled with the nape of your neck while beaming a gentle grin up at you, “And I promise: no more experimental teas with aphrodisiacs for ‘relaxation’ and ‘special occasions’.” You both chuckled at the statement before rolling onto your sides and marvelling at one another. Learning his skin with your fingertips, and he with yours, Izou and you shared soft smiles and gentleness in his quarters until he deemed it time to rejoin the others hand in hand after cleaning one another up.

The love was old, but the feelings were new. Thankfully, you had one another to help you navigate the new horizons your love would take you - sans pollen this time. 

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