#monkey d garp smut

Synopsis: Garp gets a new secretary — what he doesn’t know is that he’s about to catch feelings for her.

Pairing: Garp x Fem!Reader

Content warning: Age gap (reader it’s between 25—35), power imbalance, questionable relationship, vaginal sex, canon violence, unprotected sex, nicknames (mainly love, good girl), fingering, face-sitting, a bit of dry humping, size kink, manhandling, fluff, protective Garp, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation (the man punches ships as training, of course he’s a relentless beast), doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, mating press, blowjob (plus moaning and whining), Garp tries his best to be a gentleman, mentions of reader’s evil situationship.

Author’s note: English is not my first language.

I’m aware of how incredibly questionable this is, but you know, sometimes a girl just needs to write about Monkey D. Garp in a very Lana Del Rey way.

She was his new secretary, a young woman who threw herself into her work with relentless diligence.

Their first meeting was intimidating as hell for her. Everyone in the Marine base warned her that Vice Admiral Garp was a walking hurricane— too intense, too disorganized, and a nightmare to manage. His paperwork was a legend of chaos, having driven off a string of secretaries before her. Therefore, she walked into his office that first day, knees practically knocking, clutching her files like a lifeline.

Garp was a mountain of a man, tall, broad, and radiating a presence that could make even seasoned Marines sweat. Old as he was, he still moved like he could punch through a battleship and not even break a sweat, his grin equal parts charming and terrifying.

Her first week was a disaster of epic proportions. Every night, she dragged herself home feeling like she’d been trampled by a Sea King. After her first day, she actually cried on the way back, tears streaking down as she wondered if she’d made a huge mistake.

But she was stubborn, so she kept showing up, pushing through the chaos until she started to wrangle it, and Garp, into something manageable.

Garp was a lot, but once she figured out how to tame him, it was smooth sailing. She had his office running like a well-oiled ship, papers filed, desk spotless, reports actually on time for once.

Even Fleet Admiral Sengoku was floored when he stepped into Garp’s office and found it organized, beetle-clean, with reports stacked neatly. “What the hell? Since when are you this… tidy?” Sengoku asked, gaping, words failing him.

Garp jerked a thumb at his secretary, who was quietly filling out reports on the latest pirate skirmish. “See that one over there? She’s my new secretary,” he said, grinning like a proud kid showing off a new toy.

“What’d she do to whip you into shape?” Sengoku asked, genuinely baffled.

“She brought me tarts, promised more if I followed her system,” Garp said, leaning back in his chair. “Did it once, twice, then nothing, and I don’t get why, because I’ve kept this place cleaner than a Marine parade deck!”

Sengoku saw through it in a heartbeat, the secretary was playing him like a fiddle, using a reward system to keep the old man in line. The sly little thing had Garp wrapped around her finger, and he hadn’t even noticed.

“You really haven’t figured out what she’s doing to you, have you?” Sengoku said, smirking.

“What!?” Garp barked, confused as hell.

“Of course you haven’t, you’re not exactly the sharpest sword in the armory,” Sengoku said, shaking his head.

“Hey!” Garp roared, slamming a fist on his desk, making papers flutter.

Sengoku’s words got under Garp’s skin. He started pestering his secretary, trying to figure out what the hell Sengoku meant.

At first, it was just curiosity, but soon he found himself enjoying her company, doing his chores just to see her smile— tarts be damned.

She would still bring tarts every now and then. To thank her, he’d leave rice crackers on her desk with goofy notes, scrawled with crude drawings of his fist or that ridiculous dog hat he loved. She kept every single one, tucked away in a drawer, a secret collection of his dumb, heartfelt gestures.

Truth be told, she was crushing hard. After surviving those brutal first weeks and taming the beast that was Garp, she started seeing him for who he was, a loud, joke-cracking, larger-than-life man who’d bring her food, insisting she “eat up to keep up with him,” or plop down in front of her desk to ramble about some wild adventure from his past. His stories, half-exaggerated and full of cackling laughter, were oddly comforting, a steady anchor in her messy life.

Outside the Marine base, her world was a wreck. Her love life was a disaster, tangled in a toxic situationship with a younger Marine under Garp’s command. The guy was all sweet talk and empty promises, he’d blow her off, flirt with barmaids right in front of her, and, worst of all, the sex was barely worth the effort. Yet he kept worming his way back into her life, and she, naive and hopeful, kept giving him chances, each one draining her a little more.

Garp noticed one day, she looked like a wilted cabbage, all droopy and sad. He wasn’t one to let that slide, so he bided his time, waiting for the right moment. During lunch, he cornered her on the way to the cafeteria, his massive frame blocking her path.

“Let me treat you,” he said, grinning, the perfect excuse to sate his nosy streak.

She nodded, too tired to argue, and followed him.

The conversation was awkward at first, Garp dancing around the real issue like a rookie avoiding a fight. Finally, he got fed up and went straight for it. “What’s with that face? You look like you’ve been wrestling pirates in your sleep.”

“Just some personal stuff, that’s all,” she said, cheeks burning, mortified to be venting to Vice Admiral Garp of all people.

“I see,” Garp said, leaning forward, elbows on the table. “Spill it.”

“Sir, I don’t want to burden you with my nonsense…” she said, staring at her plate.

“Nonsense!” Garp slammed a fist on the table, making heads turn and cutlery rattle. “I need to know what’s distracting my secretary… since that will mess up with your work!”

It was the flimsiest excuse in the world, but it worked. She sighed, giving in. “My love life’s a mess,” she admitted, cringing at how pathetic it sounded.

Garp leaned in, suddenly all ears, though a weird pang hit his chest.

Was she taken?

He hadn’t realized how much he cared about the answer, and it threw him off, he was her boss, old enough to be her grandpa, for seas’ sake. “What’s the problem?” he asked, trying to keep his tone casual. “Spit it out, or I’ll have you doing push-ups until you’re crying.”

“I’ve been seeing this Marine,” she said, and Garp’s gut twisted, alarms blaring at the thought of some punk claiming her heart. “He’s… unreliable. I don’t think he even likes me, he just likes having me around.”

“What a scumbag,” Garp growled, leaning back. “What’s his name?”

She hesitated, then mumbled the name, barely audible.

“No way!” Garp barked a laugh, loud enough to startle half the cafeteria. “That wimp? He’s a lazy slacker, always cutting corners!”

Relief washed over him, mixed with pity for her. That punk didn’t deserve her, and Garp was already plotting ways to make his life hell. Extra chores, grueling training sessions, maybe a few “accidental” punches during drills, all in the name of character-building, of course.

His secretary deserved a real man, not some sniveling boy playing games.

And, though the words stayed unspoken, even in his own head, Garp knew deep down he wanted to be the man she deserved.

He’d treat her right, showing her what a real man could do. Despite his age, Garp could outshine those young, clueless Marines who probably didn’t know a woman’s body from a ship’s rigging. He’d bet his fist that wimpy Marine never made her cum, and he’d die on that hill, cackling all the way.

Weeks passed, and his secretary seemed to be holding it together, her calm demeanor unshaken, at least during work hours.

On Friday afternoon, she left the base looking fine, or so Garp thought, until that night in the village market.

He was having a blast, chowing down at a food stall, chugging sake, laughing so loud the vendor’s stand shook. “Is this seat taken?” a voice called from behind, and when Garp turned, he nearly choked on his drink.

His secretary stood there, in a dress that made her look ethereal, every inch of her screaming perfection. At the base, she dressed like a grandma, all prim and proper, hiding under layers of professionalism. But now? Garp’s jaw damn near hit the table, his eyes raking over her before he caught himself.

“Of course not, grab a seat!” he said, grinning, trying to play it cool.

But when he met her eyes, he saw the redness, the telltale signs of tears. His grin faded. “What happened?” he asked, voice gruff but soft.

“Got stood up, again,” she said, shrugging. “At this point, I shouldn’t even care.”

“Sounds like you need a drink,” the bartender chimed in, sliding a glass her way.

“Or a lobotomy,” she muttered, barely audible.

Garp caught it and barked a laugh, though his chest tightened. “Aye, crying over that wimp? I’ll make sure he’s bawling through next week’s drills, mark my words.”

She chuckled, but it was heavy, laced with sadness. “No need, sir.”

“Call me Garp,” he said, waving off the formalities, his tone warm but firm.

From there, it was like tumbling down a hill with no brakes. They talked, laughed, drank, and before he knew it, Garp was walking her home, the night air cool against their skin. As she turned to go inside, she paused, looking him dead in the eyes. “You know, Garp, I wouldn’t mind an older man,” she said, then slipped inside, leaving him stunned.

Her words burned into his brain, playing on repeat for weeks.

Was she serious?

The way she’d looked at him, all intense and unflinching, it had to mean something. Or maybe she’d been tipsy, those drinks loosening her tongue. She acted like it never happened, all business as usual, leaving Garp wondering if he’d imagined it. But it felt too real, too raw to be some alcohol-fueled fantasy.

It messed with him, turned the mighty Vice Admiral Garp into a fumbling, flustered mess. She noticed, of course, the way he stumbled through conversations and the faint flush on his cheeks.

It was bizarre, seeing the Hero of the Marines so off-kilter.

She hadn’t meant to throw him that hard.

Sure, she’d said it to test the waters, maybe a bit buzzed, but now she was the confused one. Was he into it, or was he uncomfortable? She couldn’t read him, so she let it drop, focusing on work.

One night, buried in paperwork long after hours, Garp loomed over her desk, frowning. “Why’re you still here?”

“I’m—” she started, but he cut her off.

“No, you’re not. Pack up, I’m walking you home,” he declared, leaving no room for argument.

She sighed, knowing better than to fight the old man’s stubbornness. She tidied her desk, and they walked through the quiet base, Garp filling the silence with his usual loud tales of past battles and dumb recruits.

At her door, he hesitated, tense, like he was wrestling with something.

“Everything okay?” she asked, tilting her head.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said that night,” Garp said, scratching the back of his neck, awkward as a rookie. “The older man thing.”

Her heart skipped, but she kept her cool. “You have?” she asked, voice steady, waiting.

“Yeah,” he said, meeting her eyes. “Did you… mean me?”

“Depends,” she said, cryptic, guarding herself in case she’d misread him.

“Depends on what?” Garp asked, brow furrowing, confusion written all over his face.

“On your feelings,” she said.

“My feelings are damn right!” Garp roared, all rowdy confidence, his grin wide enough to light up the night.

Well, that was unexpected.

She nodded slowly, pulse racing and not knowing how to proceed. “Do you want to come upstairs?”

“HELL NO!” Garp bellowed, startling her. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. This Friday, I’m taking you out properly, like a real man should!”

She blinked, caught off guard but charmed by his fire.

It was a far cry from that crusty, wimpy Marine, and she was already looking forward to it.

Friday crawled by like a ship stuck in the Calm Belt, but Garp was a damn saint in the meantime, going out of his way to be considerate with her.

He even left a single wildflower on her desk, a scruffy little thing that screamed he’d picked it himself.

Cute, for a man who could punch a hole through a battleship.

On Friday, she went all out, slipping into her prettiest dress— a soft, flowing number that made her feel confident. Garp showed up looking like a million beli, his fancy suit somehow making his massive frame even more imposing, yet weirdly dashing, and his dog hat swapped for a rare, slicked-back look.

The man even brought her flowers, a messy bouquet that looked like he’d strong-armed a florist into giving him the best they had.

Truth be told, Garp was dense as a cannonball when it came to romance, but for her, he’d dusted off every scrap of gentlemanly know-how he could muster, determined to prove an old-timer like him deserved a shot.

They sat in a cozy restaurant, the kind of place that felt too refined for a guy like Garp, but he made it work somehow.

“I still gotta figure out what to do with…” she said, trailing off, poking at her food.

“That wimp?” Garp asked, leaning forward.

“Yeah,” she said, sighing.

“I could always beat the ever-loving snot outta that scrawny punk,” Garp said. “The kid’s gonna keep pestering you even when I drag you out for a meal, I’ll make him regret it.”

“Yeah…” she said, glancing down. “Still, that’s completely off the table, Garp.”

“That little twerp needs a proper thrashing to know his place,” Garp shrugged, as if he wasn’t talking about beating the living shit out of one of his subordinates. “Can’t let him mess with women, especially not when he looks like a twig I could snap with one finger!”

She deadpanned, fighting a smirk. “Right.”

“So, what’s your big plan, huh?” he asked, one bushy eyebrow shooting up.

“I’ll talk to him,” she said, calm but firm.

“I could talk to him too, you know, with a fist to the face,” Garp said, letting out a bellowing laugh that shook the whole damn restaurant, heads whipping around to stare. “I bet that’d teach the brat some manners!”

“Once again, totally uncalled for,” she said, rolling her eyes, though ahe found it amusing.

The dinner was a lively back-and-forth, hopping from one topic to another, always playful, even when the conversation brushed against her deadbeat Marine ex. They had a blast, Garp’s loud stories and her quick-witted jabs bouncing off each other like a sparring match.

Garp walked her home, as expected.

He lingered at her door, shuffling awkwardly, clearly set on not going upstairs. “I should get going,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Or you could just come upstairs,” she said, shrugging, her tone teasing but deliberate.

“Wouldn’t be gentlemanly or whatever,” Garp said, his attempt at chivalry sounding hilariously out of place.

Still he was trying, bless him, but it was awkward as hell.

“Does that mean you’d disrespect my honor if you came up?” she asked, tilting her head, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“Yeah, I think so.” He said.

“But what if I want my honor disrespected?” she countered, her voice low, eyes locked on his with a boldness that made his brain short-circuit.

A long pause followed, long enough for her to turn and saunter upstairs, leaving the door wide open. “You better come, Vice Admiral, that’s an order,” she called from inside, her voice dripping with challenge.

Garp stood there, frozen, his heart pounding like a war drum.

Oh, screw it.

He stormed inside, his heavy boots thumping like cannon fire as he followed her up the stairs.

Garp was quick, catching her just as she hit the last step, scooping her up like she weighed less than a sack of rice, making her yelp. Her keys clattered to the floor, but neither gave a damn right then. After the playful jumpscare, he set her down, and—when she was bending to grab the keys—planted a kiss on her lips. The sheer force pinned her against the door, his massive frame caging her as he deepened the kiss, all hunger and heat.

She was stunned, to put it mildly.

The man was a beast. In seconds, he had her knees buckling, his lips moving with a skill that screamed Monkey D. Garp—hungry, rough and kinda playful.

His hands were everywhere—gentleman act be damned—groping her breasts through her dress, squeezing hard enough to rip a moan from her throat. His fingers slid to her neck, guiding her head so he could attack her throat, sucking a hickey without a shred of shame. Then, out of nowhere, he bit her, teeth sinking in just enough to leave a mark, sending a jolt straight to her core, her panties soaked in an instant.

She was dizzy, Garp’s body pressed tight against hers, his erection—intimidating as the man himself—grinding into her through his pants.

“Guess we should get inside,” he said, pulling back from the kiss, his grin pure mischief.

She needed a second to catch her breath, panting. “Y…yeah.”

She turned, fumbling with the keys, nerves and Garp’s overwhelming presence making her hands shake. To make it worse, he gave her ass a generous squeeze, smirking as she braced her palm against the door to steady herself from his intensity.

“Whoops, can’t help it,” he said, not an ounce of guilt in his voice.

Thankfully, she got the door open, because the second the lock clicked, Garp was back on her neck, pressing his hard-on against her ass—cheeky bastard letting her know he was ready to wreck her.

What happened next in her apartment was a blur. One moment she was stumbling inside, the next she was shoved against the nearest wall, knickknacks on a nearby table crashing to the floor as Garp humped her—yeah, humped, like some wild animal rediscovering his youth. What could he say? The old dog was feeling spry again. And she wasn’t complaining, half because she was too caught up in the heat, half because she was already a mess, moaning and melting under him.

At some point, her dress came off, probably lost somewhere in the kitchen. When Garp’s hunger kicked into overdrive, he pulled his mouth from her breast with a loud pop and rumbled, “Where’s your room, love?”

He made sense of her incoherent directions—her apartment wasn’t exactly a maze—and carried her there, not breaking the kiss once, pausing only to pin her against another wall for the hell of it.

Once he lowered her onto the bed, he hesitated, towering over her, his usual cocky grin softening. “You sure about this, girl?”

“More than sure,” she said, breathless and hazy.

That was all he needed.

He crawled over her, letting out a booming laugh—because of course the bastard was laughing—and locked eyes with her, brushing hair from her face, cupping her cheek. Then he dove in for the filthiest, most sinful kiss yet, all tongue and clashing teeth, a hint of biting, a string of saliva connecting their mouths as he pulled back. It was knee-buckling, sparks shooting down her spine, her body melting against his, his broad shoulders and tree-trunk arms caging her completely.

The man was ravenous.

His hands roamed, squeezing her thighs and hips so hard his fingers left red marks. “I’m gonna show you what a real man can do,” he growled, voice thick with lust.

Her eyes widened, his words sending shivers through her.

“Bet that wimpy ex never made you cum,” he said, fingers creeping dangerously close to her cunt.

“N…no, he didn’t,” she admitted, face burning with shame.

Garp hummed, smug as hell. “Too bad for that punk. No way he’s getting you back after I’m through with you…”

What the hell did that mean?

He didn’t leave her wondering long. His fingers went to work, rough but skilled, his thumb pressing her clit with just enough force as he circled it. When she started squirming, he slid two thick digits inside, his other hand pinning her down, splayed across her lower belly. “How many rounds do you think you can take, love?”

“What?” she gasped, completely out of it.

“How many?” he pressed, grinning like a shark.

“I… don’t know,” she said, naive and about to learn why he was asking.

He kept a steady rhythm, driving her wild, until he curled his fingers just right, and her eyes went wide, a moan ripping from her throat as her back arched. Garp was having the time of his life, watching his usually composed secretary fall apart under his hands. She was teetering on the edge, legs shaking, breath ragged, her walls clenching around his fingers. Feeling generous, he pushed her over, shaking her to her core.

“That’s one,” he grunted, pulling his fingers free. “Now, open up, love.” She did, dazed, and he stuffed his fingers in her mouth. “Suck ‘em clean.” She hesitated, then obeyed, putting on a little show as she sucked, earning a low hum from him.

“Aren’t you a good girl?” he cooed, eyes dark with hunger.

Garp was still half-dressed, shirt unbuttoned, jacket long gone. He started stripping, peeling off his clothes as she watched, her pupils dilating, biting her lip. It hit him like a cannonball—being desired at his age, when he thought his spark had faded years ago. “Like what you see?” he teased, fishing for her reaction.

She blushed, looking away. “Well, yeah… you’re, uh, like a wall of muscle.”

What a shitty compliment, she wanted to die.

Garp’s laugh shook the room, his ego swelling. “Hah! Feeding my pride, eh, love?”

He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her lips before flipping her onto her stomach with ease, like she weighed nothing. Still laughing, he manhandled her into all fours, her shocked gasp only fueling his grin.

She hadn’t expected this skill from a man his age.

Her mind flashed to something Fleet Admiral Sengoku once said, about Garp and Aokiji using ships as punching bags, the old man’s stamina endless, relentless. Now, she wondered if he’d bring that same intensity to her. After his “how many rounds” question, she wasn’t sure she could handle more than one or two, not when her ex couldn’t even manage one.

His fingers traced her spine, then he kissed the back of her neck, positioning himself behind her, his cock thick and heavy, pressing against her entrance.

“Garp…”

“Ready for me?”

She nodded, a bit panicked. “Could you, uh, go gentle at first, please?”

That cracked him up, a full-belly laugh that rattled the walls. “Hah! Gentle, she says! Don’t worry, love, I’ll ease you into it—gonna feel damn good, I swear.” He tilted her chin to kiss her lips before starting.

He thrust in slowly, letting her feel every inch, his size stretching her to her limits, overwhelming until she adjusted.

He started in doggy style, on his knees, hands gripping her hips, pounding into her with a rhythm that had her clutching the sheets. When he sensed her nearing the edge, he yanked her upright by the hair—not rough, but a firm tug near the roots, the slight pain sharp and exquisite. Her back pressed against his broad chest, his arms like steel bands around her, one hand splayed across her stomach to hold her steady, the other wrapping gently around her neck—not squeezing, just keeping her in place.

“Feel how deep I am, girl?” Garp whispered in her ear, voice husky, thrusts shifting upward, hitting spots that made stars burst behind her eyes.

She was a mess, only upright because he held her.

His hand slid down, finding her clit, circling it as he fucked her, pushing her to the edge again. Tears streamed down her cheeks, soft cries of overwhelming pleasure escaping. She came a second time, clenching around him, but he kept going, not even sweating, manhandling her through the aftershocks, tearing another orgasm from her.

He flipped her onto her back, not giving her a second to breathe, trapping her mouth with his lips again.

Garp wasn’t slowing down—could probably go all damn night.

“Tired yet?” he teased between kisses.

“N…no,” she lied, panting.

“Can’t keep up with an old dog like me?” he grinned, smug as hell.

She covered her face with her arm, gasping as he gave her a moment to catch her breath.

“Forget how to talk, love?” he chuckled, tickling her palm. “Or nobody has ever fucked you this good?”

“I… uh…” she stammered, breathless.

“Not fair you’re tapped out when I’m not even done,” he teased.

“You haven’t!?” She glanced down, shocked to see his cock still hard, resting against her thigh.

“Forgot you’re used to weaklings,” he said, smirking. “Guess I’ll have to train you, like one of my recruits.”

He kissed along her forearm, playful but hungry.

“Alright, Vice Admiral,” she muttered, half-mocking, too hazy to land the sarcasm.

Garp’s grin widened, and he got back to work.

By the fifth, she was gone—fucked out, brain mush, legs trembling uncontrollably as he pulled another orgasm from her, his kisses softening but no less intense, his stamina as stubborn as a battleship.

He could’ve kept going, cock still hard inside her, but he finally let himself finish, groaning low as he spilled deep, filling her with a heat that left her boneless.

Garp wanted to keep going, but one look at her fucked-out state told him she’d had enough for now.

“Easy there, love,” Garp murmured, voice softening as he pulled out, gathering her trembling form against his chest.

He was surprisingly gentle in aftercare, grabbing a warm cloth from the bathroom, his massive hands careful now, massaging her shaky legs until the tremors faded. He tucked her into bed, holding her close, muttering gruff praises like, “You did good, girl,” until her hazy mind drifted off, safe in his arms.

It was the best sex she’d ever had.

And the afterglow? Pure, mindless peace—no trace of feeling used or uneasy, just complete contentment.

The next morning, Garp stayed true to his word, treating her like a damn queen. He stomped around her kitchen, whipping up a massive breakfast of half-charred eggs, barking, “Eat up, gotta get your strength back after last night!”

She complied, still foggy from the night before, body sore but thrumming with satisfaction, as he slapped the eggs onto plates with a grin wider than when he’d sunk a pirate fleet. He’d even scratched a shitty smiling face into the eggs with a fork—ugly as hell, but the effort made her heart skip.

After, he scooped her up, brushing off her protests with a laugh, and carried her to a bath he’d drawn, his massive frame crowding the tub, turning it into a cozy den. “Now, let me handle this, love,” he rumbled, his rough hands washing her hair with surprising care, calloused fingers gentle, savoring the quiet.

If she could’ve melted into a puddle of goo, she would’ve, right there in his arms.

The man had studied the gentleman’s handbook (Garp’s version) and hell if it wasn’t charming as hell.

They ended up on the sofa, her reading aloud from an adventure novel, her voice rising with excitement over tales of pirates and treasure. Garp sprawled out, head in her lap, eyes half-closed, content like he hadn’t been in decades, his calloused hand tracing lazy circles on her thigh. “Keep reading, love,” he grumbled. “I like hearing your voice.”

After that night, Garp and his secretary settled into a relationship, kept as quiet as she could manage, her insistence on discretion clashing with his don’t-give-a-damn attitude. She was dead-set on avoiding gossip, knowing Marine Headquarters would buzz like a hornet’s nest if word spread she was bedding the Monkey D. Garp.

Garp, true to form, didn’t care who knew—he’d have bellowed it from the top of the tallest mast, arms crossed, laughing like a madman if she hadn’t shut him down.

Still, he respected her wishes, keeping his hands off in public, though his eyes lingered too long, a cocky grin tugging at his lips— like he was daring someone to call him out.

She was happier than she’d been in years, her life smoother than a calm sea, thanks to Garp.

He wasn’t perfect—a stubborn, bull-headed bastard who’d rather punch a problem than think it through—but she’d learned how to wrangle him. A sharp glare or a well-timed rice cracker could steer him straight, and he’d laugh, booming, “You’re scarier than a Sea King!” as he fell in line.

They were domestic in their own way, savoring quiet moments—her reading adventure novels while he lounged on her couch or him cooking massive, messy meals of charred fish and rice while she baked a couple of tarts.

The sex was mind-blowing, a clash of Garp’s overwhelming strength and her eager surrender.

His massive frame dwarfed her, his broad, scarred chest and thick arms making her feel tiny as he manhandled her into whatever position struck his fancy.

Doggy style was his go-to, loving how deep he could go, growling like a beast as he gripped her hips, doing whatever the hell he wanted with her body— her moans only spurring him on. He also loved pinning her down in a mating press, legs folded back, or spooning her when they were feeling lazy, his cock still relentless even in slower moments. The man got creative, switching positions like a battle strategy, making the most of the night with his endless stamina.

Cowgirl was rarer, but when she got bold—once they’d grown comfortable—she’d take charge. She wasn’t strong, but she was smart, knowing exactly how to bring the Hero of the Marines to his knees, whining and begging like a lovesick recruit for a whole damn hour. The first time she climbed on top, pinning him with a half-confused, half-sly grin, Garp’s eyes lit up like she’d challenged him to a brawl. She was out of her depth but had the spirit, and Garp ate it up, cheering, “That’s it, love, show me what you got!” He lost his mind, letting her work her hips until he was the one groaning and cursing, completely at her mercy.

She learned something about herself—she loved a vocal man, and from then on, she’d do anything to hear Garp’s rough, desperate sounds.

Her best trick? Her blowjobs. They sent him to another damn dimension, his fists clutching the sheets like he was holding on during a storm, muttering, “Fucking hell, girl,” as she worked him over. She got so good at it, chasing those sweet sounds, that he’d have to stop her, panting, “Enough, love, I’m not lasting with that mouth!”—a rare defeat for a man like him.

And Garp? He matched her fire. If she was thorough going down on him, he was a beast in return, a pussy destroyer—and yeah, he’d proudly called himself that a couple of times.

Foreplay wasn’t his forte—too impatient, pounding her like a man possessed—but he made up for it, eating her out like it was a whole damn banquet. Face-sitting was his favorite, caged between her thighs, grinning like an idiot, licking his lips in anticipation. “Garp, I’m gonna suffo—” she’d start.

“Nonsense!” he’d bark, her hovering over his face, mid-conversation in the weirdest damn position. “Sit down, girl! My face is your throne—only weaklings dodge a woman’s pleasure!”

“But…” It was a lost cause.

“I’d die happy between these thighs, love! I take down pirate fleets, damn it, I can handle this!” He wanted that cookie, bad. “So sit!”

She sighed, giving in, still not putting her full weight down until his massive hands yanked her into place. From there, she was done for, his stubborn ass spending hours with that relentless tongue, leaving her a trembling, soaking mess.

She’d try to push him off, rarely succeeding, but damn if she didn’t try.

Outside their private world, she carried herself with newfound confidence, her days free of her ex’s pathetic bullshit.

But that wimpy Marine, true to his spineless nature, came crawling back one day, cornering her outside the base with his slimy sweet talk, begging for another chance.

Her voice was all politeness, but her eyes were ice-cold, done with his nonsense. “We’re done. You never gave a damn about me, so save it.”

He didn’t take the hint, stepping closer, his tone turning whiny, manipulative. “Come on, you know you miss me,” he said, grabbing her arm. She yanked away, but before she could say anything else, a shadow loomed—Garp, massive and pissed, filling the corridor like a goddamn battleship.

He’d heard every word, grabbing the punk by the back of his uniform, hoisting him up like a wet mop. The Marine dangled, legs kicking, face pale as Garp’s grin turned feral. “Are you bothering my secretary, little shit?” he growled, voice low, the kind that’d make any Emperor of the Sea piss themselves.

She panicked, heart racing, not wanting a scene. “Garp, put him down.”

Garp ignored her, shaking the Marine like a disobedient puppy. “Listen up, you sniveling brat. Come near her again, and I’ll make you scrub barnacles off the ocean floor until your hands bleed!” His grip tightened, making the punk whimper. Garp dropped him, letting him scurry off like a cockroach, never to bother her again.

She turned on Garp, exasperated but secretly relieved. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said, hands on her hips.

“Had to make sure the bastard got the message,” Garp said, shrugging, his grin pure mischief.

She sighed. “Pretty childish, Vice Admiral.”

“Childish? Hah!” he boomed, proving her point. “That’s how you handle punks!”

Warnings: objectification, dirty talk, rough sex, praise & degradation, hair pulling, semi selfish Doms, oral sex (male receiving) deep throating, use of titles Sir/Master/Daddy, OOC but oh well it's hot 🥵

furniture play - you're used as a table (section 1), full nelson, mean Doms, use of Sir (section 2) partner sharing, foursomes, Use of Sir, Master & Daddy, rough deep throating (section 3)

18+! MINORS DO NOT ENTER 18+!

Read My Warnings!!!

Characters: Benn Beckman, Smoker, Sanji, Mihawk, Shanks, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo & Garp (separate) x female reader

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Chapter 2

What happens when the adopted daughter of Silvers Rayleigh ends up getting arrested by Vice Admiral Garp? Easy she ends up raising his grandson and Gol D Rogers’ son.

Smut, Oral, P in V, unprotected sex, fingering, breeding kink, age gap (reader is 33, Garp is 62)

A year later (33 years old)

"What!?" I exclaimed as I glared up at Garp.

"I need you to come with me to Marineford with me. There's a ball and I need a date." He explained as I set the basket down on the table.

"I can't just leave! I have a job, and what about the boys!"

"Dadan will watch them. Look it's just for a few days." He said as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Dadan?! The mountain bandit, Dadan!? No way in hell is she watching my kids!"

"Fine, how about we left Makino?"

"Fine, but you are paying her!" I snapped.

"Come on!"

"Garp."

"Fine!"

I rolled my eyes and left to tell the boys. The boys weren't a fan of me leaving, until they learned they would be staying with Makino, which meant they wouldn't have any chores and would get to eat more of her food. It wasn't until I was leaving they started to cry.

"I don't want you to leave!" Luffy cried as he grabbed my legs.

"(Y/n)!" Ace cried.

"It's okay, I'll be back as soon as I can." I said as I hugged them both. "I promise it will only be a few days."

Makino took them from me and I silently thanked her. I turned around and followed Garp onto the ship. He put an arm around my waist and sent me a smile.

"Boys! Meet my lovely wife!" Garp called out.

"Hello ma'am." They said as they gave me a wave.

I said hello and followed Garp into his quarters.

"Do I look like a ma'am to you?" I asked with a huff.

He let out a snort and shook his head.

"A little." He teased.

"Garp!"

"I'm just messing with you, love." He said as he leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"Asshole."

"You know you love me." He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You wish, you old bastard."

I leaned back against his chest, my smile widening as I shut my eyes and grabbed his hands. I felt him kiss my shoulder and a sigh left my lips.

"Sir! You're needed on deck!" A voice called out.

Garp let out a groan and pulled away from me. I sent him a smile as I watched him turn and walk away from me. He left his office and walked outside, leaving me alone.

...

A groan left my lips as I smoothed out my long dress. Garp had forced me to wear a light blue floor length gown, which had a slit down the right side of it. He gave me some black heels and a beautiful silver necklace and matching earrings.

"Do I have to wear this? I feel over dressed." I said as I stared at myself in the mirror.

"Sorry love, but you have to wear it." He said as he walked up to me. "Besides you look drop dead gorgeous."

"I don't look that good." I said as he snuck his hands around my waist.

"Darling, you look sexy. If I had my way we wouldn't leave this damn room." He cooed.

"Why can't we?" I asked as I shut my eyes and leaned against his chest.

His grip tightened as he buried his face into my back.

"You're making this to damn hard on me. You're such a little minx." He moaned as he nipped at my neck.

A sigh left my lips as reached down and grabbed his hands. He dragged his teeth across my skin, causing a moan to leave my lips. I shut my eyes and moved my neck to the side. I felt his lips move up my back and to my neck.

"Garp.... We need to go." I breathed out.

"Could just stay in?"

"The quicker we leave, the quicker we can return." I said as I turned around in his arms and smiled up at him.

"Fine, let's go." He said as he shook his head.

...

The place was beautiful and full of a lot of marines. I did my best to stay next to Garp, as I didn't want to be alone.

"Ah! Kuzan!" Garp called out.

I turned around to see a tall, slim, muscular man with black curly hair. He was wearing a white buttoned-up vest with standing collar over a long-sleeved navy-blue shirt, with matching white trousers and black dress shoes.

"Kuzan meet my wife, (Y/n)." Garp said as he pulled me to his side.

"It's nice to meet you, ma'am. Might I say you're a beautiful woman." He said as he took my hand and kissed my knuckles.

"You're too kind."

"Vice Admiral you're a lucky man." Kuzan said as he smiled at Garp.

"Trust me, I know it." Garp said as he kissed my shoulder.

"If you ever get tired of this old bastard-"

"Kuzan, do you want to die?" Garp growled as he cut him off.

Kuzan let out a laugh and shook his head.

"I'm joking, old man. You have nothing to worry about. I have no plans of stealing your girl."

"You wouldn't be able to if you tried." I said as I leaned forward and kissed Garp's face. "There's no other guy I want."

We continued our rounds around the room, Garps grip having loosened after I said I was his. Garp pressed a kiss to my shoulder and pulled me into his chest.

"When we get to our room... I'm going to reward you for what you told Kuzan." Garp whispered.

"Why not leave now?" I asked as I picked my lips.

"Sengoku! Me and the wife are heading home! She's tired!" Garp called as he picked me up, causing me to laugh.

I waved goodbye to everyone as he carried me out of the building. We hadn't made it home before we were stopped. Garp told me to go on inside, while he finished talking to them.

"Damn it." I hissed as I looked down at my bags.

A groan left my lips and I walked over to Garp's dresser. I pulled out a shirt and threw it onto the bed. The dress was easy to slip off, leaving me in my underwear. I unclipped my bra and threw it into my bag. The shirt was extremely soft and went all the way past my knees. The door opened and I turned around to find Garp walking inside.

"Is that my shirt?" He asked as his eyes scanned my body.

"Yea, I forgot to bring any sleepwear. I hope you don't mind." I said as I walked up to him, a smile on my face.

"Love, trust me... I'm really glad you are wearing my shirt." He said as he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me to his chest.

A groan left his lips as he buried his face in my neck and pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

"You smell so fucking good." He breathed out.

"It's a new body wash." I explained as he nipped at my neck.

"Please keep using it." He growled.

A knock on the door caused me to pull away from him. He let out a string of curses as he turned away from me.

"I'll be back." He said as he walked away from me.

"Have fun." I teased.

I ran my fingers thru my hair and walked into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and then left to see what Garp was up too. I walked into the room and found a shirtless Garp sitting on the bed.

I knew it was shameless, but I couldn't stop myself from staring. For a man in his sixties, Garp looked well for his age.

"See something you like?" He teased.

I walked up to him and straddled his lap, causing the shirt to rise up and reveal my underwear.

"Very much so." I said as I pressed my hands to his chest.

I ran my hands down his chest and gently traced a scar across his stomach. I leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss to the scar, causing a groan to leave his lips. He let out a sigh as I peppered kisses all over his chest, my hands running all over him. I slipped my hands onto his pants, causing a moan to leave his lips.

"You're such a tease." He groaned as I rubbed him thru his boxers.

"Shh, it's okay. Let me take care of you, babe." I cooed as I unzipped his pants.

I released his cock from his boxers and moaned at the size. I just knew he was going to destroy me and I couldn't wait for it. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, causing a gasp to leave his lips. I gave him one bob of my head before I removed him from my mouth. I set up and smiled up at him. I saw his fingers dig into the mattress as I pressed a kiss to the side of his shaft. My eyes locked with his as I licked the side of his shaft.

"Damn it, you're to... to good at that." He groaned as he gripped the back of my head. "How are you so good at that? Been practicing with someone else?"

"No, I've just been thinking about doing this for a long time." I cooed as I kissed the side of his cock. "Been thinking of you man handling me, using me for your own personal gain. Thought about how you would mark my body with bruises and hickeys."

I took him back in my mouth with a moan and he quickly thrusted back into my mouth. He started a bruising pace as he used my mouth as his own personal flashlight. My eyes rolled back into my head as I allowed him to fuck my mouth. A choked sob left my lips as he hit the back of my throat, causing me to choke. I had to hold back a gag as my nails dug into his thighs. I felt him twitch and was ready for him to cum, but he pulled out before he could. A broken cry left my lips as I tried to follow him, but he pushed me back. He grabbed my hair and dragged me to my feet.

"Sorry love, but only good girls get my cum." He growled.

"Garp... please. I've been so good, please just wanna make you feel good." I whined as he licked his lips.

In a flash he leaned down and captured my lips with his. His hands ran up my sides, toying with the bottom of his shirt. Without breaking the kiss, he flipped me onto my back. I nipped at his bottom lip, moaning as he dragged his teeth across my lips. He pulled back and stared down at me. His hands pulled the shirt up and over my head, revealing my bare chest.

"You naughty girl, wearing nothing but your panties. It's almost like you planned this." He said as he let out a chuckle.

"Maybe I did?"

He let out a booming laugh as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my chest. I felt his beard scratch against my chest, causing a moan to leave my lips. He dragged his teeth against my skin, causing a shutter to course thru my body. He moved upwards and nipped at my neck.

"I'm going to leave so many marks on you, that everyone will know what we have done." Garp moaned as his hands snuck into my panties.

A bucked my hips into his hands, causing a laugh to leave his lips.

"Garp." I moaned as I shut my eyes.

"Such a good girl. Taking me so well." He cooed as he rubbed up and down my folds.

I rocked back and forth, hoping to feel more pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut and closed my legs, doing my best to pull him closer.

"Sorry love, but you're not cumin' on my fingers. You're going to cum on my cock." He growled as he pulled his fingers out.

He shoved his fingers inside my mouth, causing a whine to leave my lips as I cleaned his fingers. He pulled them out of my mouth and I pulled him down for a kiss, causing a moan to leave his lips. We broke apart and he moved off of me. I watched as he rose to his feet and removed the rest of his clothes. I slipped out of my underwear, throwing them to the side. 

"You're so fucking beautiful." He moaned as he crawled onto the bed. "And you're finally all mine."

He crawled over me and captures my lips in a heated kiss. I reached up and ran my hands up and down his chest as I pulled him closer to me, deepening the kiss.

"Garp... please." I breathed as we pulled apart.

"Patience, I've been waiting to have you for months now. I'm gonna take my time and saver every last bit of you." He teased as he pecked my lips.

"You can have me as many times as you want, just please do something!" I begged as I bucked my hips up. "Garp, if you just fuck me already I swear I'll marry you."

His grin widened as he stared down at me.

"Promise?"

"Swear, I'll be your pretty little wife. Cook your dinner, warm your bed up, and raise your grandkids." I whined. 

In a flash he had spread my legs. I watched as he lined his cock ip to my entrance. He took his time as he slipped the head of his cock into my aching cunt, causing me to moan as I felt the stretch. My nails dug into his back as I felt him fill me up. I could hardly breathe as the stretch was pushing me to my limits.

"Garp... to big!" I gasped as my eyes squeezed shut.

"Shh it's okay, I'm almost all the way in. You're taking me so good, love." He moaned as he nipped at my neck. "You're gonna be such a good little wife."

I gasped for air as I threw my head back. Garp leaned down and took my breast into his mouth. He dragged his teeth against my skin, causing me to let out a moan. Before I knew it, he was fully buried inside of me. I felt him hide his face in my shoulder as he let out a moan.

"Shit... feels so fucking good." He hissed as he gasped for air. "You're so tight."

"Move.. please... need you to move." I whimpered as I did my best to wrap my legs around his waist.

He let out a chuckle and pulled his head back, smirking as he stared down at me.

"You have to be patient, sweetheart." He teased as he pulled out of me.

I whined at the loss, but my whine eased cut off by him slamming back into me. A moan left my lips as he thrusted in and out of me. He nipped and sucked on my neck as he fucked me thru my first orgasm, which came embarrassingly quick.

"Been wanting this... for months... since the first time I heard someone call you my wife... but had to stop myself." He hissed as he picked up speed.

"I... know how you feel." I moaned as I dug my nails into his back. "Tried... to hate you... was too hard."

He let out a chuckle and leaned down to capture my lips with his. I moaned into the kiss as he continued to thrust into me, his pace never once slowing down. I felt him twitch inside of me and I moaned as I tightened my legs around his waist.

"Need to... pull-"

"Inside... want it inside." I moaned out cutting him off. "Please... want it inside."

"You tryin to get pregnant?" He asked with a chuckle.

All I could do was nod my head as my mouth hung open and I gasped for air.

"Please... please give me a... give me your baby." I moaned. "I'll be such a good mom."

"Shit... you're trying to kill me." He hissed as he buried his face in my chest.

His speed picked up and before I knew it, I felt a knot in my chest. My eyes went wide as I tried to warn him about my incoming release, but before I could say anything I felt warm hot cum course thru me, forcing me to cum with a scream. My whole body went limp as Garp used his hand to hold himself up, so that he wouldn't crush me with his weight. I felt his free hand move to my face and my eyes slide open. I looked up and saw Garp staring down at me, a giant grin on his face.

"What is it?" I asked as I moved to unwrap my legs from around his waist.

"I've spend nights thinking of this moment." He said as he let out a chuckle. "You're even more beautiful than I had ever imagined."

My cheeks heated up as I looked away from him, causing him to laugh.

"Don't say stuff like that!" I exclaimed as I reached up and covered my face.

"Don't hide yourself from me." He said as he grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my face. "Not when I'm buried deep inside of you."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips, causing a shutter to course thru my body. My arms reached up and wrapped around his neck.

"(Y/n), I meant what I said... I want you to be mine." Garp breathed as he pulled away from me.

"Garp-"

He leaned down and captured my lips with his in another kiss. I let out a gasp as my eyes slid shut and I reciprocated the kiss. I felt him pull out of me, causing a whimper to leave my lips as he released my lips. He hadn't pulled all the way out of me before I felt him get hard again. We broke apart and I let out a gasp as he grabbed my hands and placed them above my head.

"Garp... how do you have so much stamina?" I whined as he smiled down at me.

"What don't tell me that you thought I was too old to treat my woman right?" He asked with a smirk. "Love, you should have known better. I could do this all night long."

"Oh fuck m-"

A gasp left my lips as he pulled out and thrusted back into me. I tried to push him away, but his grip on me was tight and he was relentless.

"You wanted me to get you pregnant, didn't you? So we can't just stop after one round. Not if we want to tell everyone on this damn island that you're mine." He growled as he continued his brutal pace.

"Garp- shit!" I moaned as my eyes rolled back into my head.

All I could get out was gibberish as he grabbed my legs and pushed them upwards, forcing them to press against my chest. It felt as if he was going deeper, like he was thrusting up into my chest. I could hardly breathe because he was pinning me down on the bed and the only things that left my lips were choked moans and sobs.

"Such a good girl, taking me so well. I'll have to reward you." He cooed as he pressed a kiss to my chest.

"Cu...m cumming!" I whined as my body shook and my toes curled.

My eyes rolled back as I dug my nails into the sheets and my mouth hung open. I felt Garp continue his brutal pace, his hands pushed my legs down as he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. With one final thrust he came inside of me. He lowered my legs, allowing me to catch my breath.

"You took me so well." He said as he buried his face in my chest.

"I'm really glad the kids are with Dadan." I said with a laugh.

"They wouldn't know what was going on."

"That's why I'm glad they aren't here." I said as he pulled out of me.

He rolled onto his back and let out a chuckle.

"So... this mean you'll become my wife?" He asked with a smirk. "I mean you did promise to marry me."

"Monkey D. (Y/n).... I don't know how I feel about that name." I teased. "Makes me sound old."

"You better be glad I love you." He growled.

My eyes went wide as I rolled over. I stared down at him, my mouth hung open.

"What?" I asked in shock.

"I said that I love you." He said as he smiled up at me.

"Say it again." I pleaded as I stared down at him.

"I love you." He said before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.

A sigh left my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I love you too." I breathed as I pressed my forehead against his.

He cuffed my face and pulled me into another kiss. He climbed out of bed and picked me up, his arms under my legs.

"Garp-"

"Shh, let me take care of you." He said as he kissed the top of my head.

He carried me into the bathroom and set me down on the toilet. A sigh left my lips as I leaned back against the toilet. He started the water and worked on filling up the tub.

"Can't we just go to bed?" I asked with a sigh.

"As much as I'd love for us to go to bed, we need to clean you up." He said as he walked up to me and kissed my cheek. "Besides this will help your legs, don't need you sore in the morning."

"Trust me, I'm going to be very sore in the morning. This bath will only help me sleep." I said as I let out a laugh.

He turned the water off and then turned around and picked me up. He set me down in the tub and then crawled in behind me. His arms wrapped around me as I shut my eyes.

"This feels great." I moaned as I snuggled into his chest.

"I told you it would." Garp said as he kissed my shoulder. "I can't wait to make you an honest woman."

"You're horrible." I said as I turned my head.

"Only to you."

He grabbed a rag off of the side of the tub and used it to wash my arms and hands. A sigh left my lips as I felt him drag the rag across my neck and down my back.

"You really know how to treat a woman." I teased.

"Well I've lived a long time and I've picked up some things." Garp said as he moved the rag across my legs.

His free hand moved to my thigh and he gently caressed my folds. A gasp left my lips as I shut my eyes.

"Garp." I breathed as I threw my head back.

A moan left my lips as he pushed his finger inside. My toes curled as I arched my back.

"Shh, it's alright love. I have you." He said as he set the rag down.

He pressed his hand onto my stomach and pushed down on my stomach. I tried to arch my back more, but he stopped me from moving.

"I... please I need you!" I gasped out.

"You sure about that?" He asked with a chuckle, "Sure you can take me again?"

I nodded my head and bucked my hips. Garp pulled his fingers out and moved his hands down to my thighs.

"Think you can face me?"

I gave him a nod and set up. I straddled his lap and hovered over him. His hands moved to my hips and he lowered me down onto his cock. A gasp left my lips as I dug my nails into his shoulders. I let out a groan as I felt him fill me up. In this position I could practically fill him all the way into my chest. I leaned down and captured his lips with mine. As we kissed I rocked my hips back and forth. I pulled back and raised myself up. I lowered myself back down onto him with a gasp. I started off slow, doing my best to ride him.

"Garp... please fuck me." I pleaded.

"You're doing great on your own." He teased.

"Please it's too much." I whined. "Don't you want to make me feel good? Can't you be a good husband?"

His nails dug into my thighs and I felt my grin widen.

"Come on, please be a good husband. Please fuck a baby into me." I pleaded.

In a flash he was thrusting up into me. My arms wrapped around his neck as he fucked up into me. A gasp left my lips as he buried his cock all the way into me. I laid my head on his shoulder and shut my eyes. His lips met mine as he continued to fuck up into me. I felt a familiar knot form into my chest as I shut my eyes. My eyes squeezed shut as I pulled back and buried my face into his shoulder. With a final thrust I felt him cum deep inside of me.

"Such a good girl." He cooed as he rubbed my thighs.

"I need a nap." I said as I pulled away from him.

"Aren't I suppose to be the old one?"

"Shut up." I said as I smacked his shoulder.

We got out and dried off before crawling back into our bed. I laid on his chest and shut my eyes.

...

"(Y/n)!" Garp snapped, waking me up.

"What?" I asked with a huff.

"You kicked me in your sleep, you damn brat." He hissed out.

"Who says I was sleeping?" I asked with a chuckle.

He smacked my ass, causing me to laugh. He tightened his grip on my waist and kissed the top of my head.

"So when will we be leaving?" I asked as I looked up at him.

"Next week, I have some work to finish and then we can go home." He said as he rubbed my back.

"So a full week of me being here alone, with only a few clothes. I guess I'll have to just wear your clothes." I said as I looked up at him.

"Or you could wear nothing." He said as he let out a laugh.

I smacked his shoulder causing him to let out another laugh.

"Jerk." I hissed as I buried my face into his chest.

I shut my eyes and smiled as he rubbed my back.

Three days later

I woke up with Garp's arms wrapped tightly around me. I set up and smiled as I saw him fast asleep.

"Garp, it's time to get up." I said as I shook his shoulder.

"Five more minutes." He grumbled as he pulled me closer.

"You have work." I said as I let out a laugh.

"I don't want to." He grumbled.

His arms moved away from my waist and he let me stand up. His eyes opened and I turned to see him sit up.

"Come on, it's time for you to go to work."

"You better be on this bed waiting for me when I get back." He said with a giant grin. "I expect nothing on you."

"Alright, be a good boy and do your work and I promise I'll be wearing nothing but your shirt."

His grin got wider and he leaned down and captured my lips with his. A groan left my lips as he ran his hands up and down my body.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." He growled out.

He left, leaving me alone. I cleaned up a little before I rummaged thru his clothes and found a white button up. I slipped it on and took off my underwear. I climbed onto the bed and laid down with a book in hand. I heard the door open and hadn't even set my book down when I felt someone grab my ankle. A gasp left my lips as I was pulled towards the edge of the bed.

"Garp-"

He cut me off by raising the shirt up and pressing his lips against my folds. My hips jerked as I squeezed my legs. I felt his beard ghost across my folds.

"Shit... feels so fucking great." I moaned.

Garp pulled back and I looked down and saw his lips covered in liquid. He picked his lips and smiled up at me.

"Garp... shit you look so fucking hot right now." I whined.

My whole body was shaking as he moved up my body and pressed his lips against mine. I moved my hands to his chest and worked on unbuttoning his shirt. He swatted my hands away and pulled away from me. He threw his shirt off and moved his hands to my waist. His lips met mine again as he set between my legs.

"You're so beautiful." Garp moaned as he pulled away from me.

He moved his hands to his pants and slipped them off. A gasp left my lips as he pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung free. He spread my legs apart and slotted himself between them.

"I'm going to make you feel so good." He growled as he nipped at my neck.

He pushed himself inside of me and let out a groan. A gasp left my lips and I squeezed my legs shut and shut my eyes. I threw my head back against the pillow and dug my nails into the mattress. He slammed into me causing a yelp to leave my lips. I gasped for air and clawed at the mattress as he continued to fuck into me.

He pushed himself inside of me and let out a groan. A gasp left my lips and I squeezed my legs shut and shut my eyes. I threw my head back against the pillow and dug my nails into the mattress. He slammed into me causing a yelp to leave my lips. I gasped for air and clawed at the mattress as he continued to fuck into me.

"Garp, please it feels so good." I whined. "Please I'm so close."

"You want to cum? Want to cum around my cock?" He asked with a chuckle.

I nodded my head and moved my arms to his neck. I pulled him down for a kiss and moaned into his mouth. My whole body seized up as I felt myself cum. A gasp left my lips as I fell backwards onto the bed. Garp continued to fuck me, fucking me thru my orgasm. With one final thrust he was cuming inside of me.

"Shit you did so good for me." Garp said as he kissed my cheek.

"I... I need a nap." I said as I shut my eyes.

"I do too." He said as he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back.

A week later

A giant grin spread across my face as I saw Dawn Island appear before us. Garp walked up behind me and ordered his men to get ready to dock.

"Garp! Look the boys are waiting for us!" I called out as I saw both Luffy and Ace waving to us from the docks.

"(Y/n)!" Ace called out.

"You're back! Mom! Mom! Look we have a new brother!" Luffy called as a blonde haired kid popped up behind them.

My eyes went wide and my whole body tensed up.

"You've got to be kidding me." I hissed as I gritted my teeth.

"Ah! What's one more mouth to feed!" Garp exclaimed as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

A groan left my lips as the ship docked and I followed Garp off the ship. I wanted to be mad, but I couldn't not when I saw how happy the boys looked. I crouched down and smiled as they all ran up to me.

"I missed you boys so much!" I exclaimed as I hugged them.

"Sabo! Come on! Join the family hug!" Luffy exclaimed.

Sabo looked up at me and I gave him a nod. He rushed forward, causing me to laugh as he hugged my waist.

"Welcome to the family, love." I said as I ruffled his hair.

He let out a laugh and buried his face into my stomach. I picked the boys up, Garp having to pick up Ace and we started towards the house.

"So, did I miss anything while I was gone?"

"Yea! We were nearly killed by a group of pirates!" Luffy exclaimed.

"Luffy!" The boys screeched.

My eyes narrowed as I set the boys down and glared at them.

"Ace... Luffy.... What did you two do?" I hissed out.

"We stole money from some pirate-"

Smack! Smack!

A whine left their lips as they held their heads, tears streaming down their faces.

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU BOYS ABOUT GETTING INTO TROUBLE!" I lectured as I put my hands in my hips.

"We're sorry!" They whined.

I grabbed them by their ears and dragged them back to the house, Sabo following right behind us. After forcing them to take a bath, I changed their clothes and gave them some food.

"This is great!" Luffy exclaimed with his mouth full of meat.

"No talking with your mouth full." I said as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Yea! Don't talk with your mouth full you brat!" Garp snapped as he shoved some meat into his mouth.

Smack!

"The same goes to you!" I yelled as I glared down at Garp, who was holding his head.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled as he shut his eyes.

The boys were soon put to bed and they all slept side by side. I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face as I pulled the blanket over them.

"Goodnight boys." I whispered as I gave them each a kiss on the head.

I walked out of their room and found Garp waiting for me.

"Those three are going to need a lengthy training session to get them out of this pirate phase!" Garp snapped as he punched the palm of his hand.

"Just don't kill them." I said as I rubbed my forehead.

"Don't worry, they will come out of this breathing." He said as he kissed my cheek.

"And unscratched?"

"I'm not a miracle worker." He said as he stared down at me.

"Those poor kids." I said as I shut my eyes.

He let out a laugh and picked me up, causing a squeak to leave my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laughed as he carried me into our shared room.

...

The sound of yelling woke me up, and forced me to my feet. I grabbed my robe and slipped it on, wrapping it tightly around my body. I walked up to the window and shook my head as I saw Garp yelling at the boys.

"That crazy old bastard, he's going to make those kids wish they were dead." I said as I leaned against the windowsill.

"(Y/n)! Help!" The boys exclaimed.

"Sorry kids, but you're on your own." I said as I shut my eyes.

I left my room and started on breakfast, a smile on my face. When they made it back inside I had a plate of food ready for them. They all ran to their seats and scarfed the food down.

"How was your day?" I asked as I set down beside Garp.

"He tried to kill us!" Sabo exclaimed, causing me to laugh.

"He's not going to kill you boys, he will just make you wish that you were dead." I said as I smiled down at them.

"You're married to a monster." Ace hissed.

"I know." I said as Garp sent me a loop side grin.

He kissed my cheek, and I pushed him away from me. I swatted him away and grabbed my glass of juice. After we finished eating, Garp let the kids leave to have some fun. I was cleaning the house when I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind me.

"Garp, it's far too early for this." I said as I shut my eyes and leaned into his embrace.

"But don't you want to give me a baby?" He asked with a chuckle.

"We already have three kids, we don't need anymore." I said as I swatted his hands away.

"Love-"

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me.

"I'm far to sore, how's about you give me a break." I said as I moved away from him.

He let out a huff as I pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked away from him.

Three months later

I felt my whole body tense up as I stared down at the stick in my hands. Anger boiled up inside of me as I rose to my feet and walked out of the bathroom.

"Monkey D Garp! I'm going to kick your ass!" I screamed as I stomped into our shared room.

"What did I do now?" He asked with a sigh.

"You got me pregnant!" I yelled as I showed him the positive pregnancy test.

"Well you told me that you wanted a baby." He said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"That was before we had three kids!"

"Now we will have four."

"I hate you so much." I said as I rubbed the bridge of my nose.

"Love you too." He said as he walked up to me and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You're gonna look so fucking beautiful carrying my child."

"Burn in hell." I hissed as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

Ten years later (43 years old)

"No." I said as I held my nine year old daughter.

"But love! Why can't we have another one?!" Garp whined.

"Because I'm too old to deal with another kid!" I snapped as I put my hand in my hip.

"But look at our little girl, isn't she adorable? Don't you want another one?" He asked with a smile.

"No, I don't want another kid."

"Darlin!"

"No and that's final. We already have four kids! And three of them are wanted by the government!"

"Yea but our little princess isn't." He said as he pinched our daughter's cheeks.

"Give it time, I'm gonna be just as bad as my big bros." My daughter said as she smiled up at Garp, which caused tears to form in his eyes.

"Can't I just have one normal child!" He exclaimed.

"Not when you're having them with me." I said as I kissed his cheek.

I left the kitchen and walked into the living room, my eyes narrowing when I saw a letter from Luffy.

Dear (Y/n),

Me and my crew have just arrived at Sabaody Archipelago and I was wondering if you and Grandpa are near by? I really miss you and my little sister, and I was hoping to get a chance to see you guys. We will be here for a couple weeks due to our ship needing some repairs. If you do make it here we are staying at Shakky's Rip-off Bar.

Luffy

"Garp! We are heading to Sabaody Archipelago!" I called out.

A week later

After docking our ship we left to find Luffy and his crew, Garp wasn't a fan of me going on my own but he had to deal with his new trainees. I made it to Shakky's Rip-off Bar and walked inside, my daughter right behind me.

"Mom!" A voice exclaimed as I walked thru the doors.

A yelp left my lips as I was tackled in a hug. I hit the ground with a thump, laughter leaving the lips of the people inside the bar.

"Luffy! Do you have to tackle me every time you see me?" I asked with a laugh.

"I missed you so much!" He exclaimed.

"I missed you too, kiddo." I said as I ruffled his hair up.

"Lulu!" My daughter squealed.

He moved away from me and picked her up, swinging her around. She let out a laugh and hugged his neck.

"How's my favorite sister?"

"I'm your only sister!" She laughed.

His smile got wider as he carried her over to the bar. I followed behind him, my arms crossed over my chest. I saw his crew, who each had a grin on their faces.

"As beautiful as eve-"

Smack!

"What have I said about you flirting with my mother!" My daughter exclaimed as she glared down at Sanji. "Pervert! My daddy's gonna kick your ass!"

"Ahhh!!! She's so adorable!" Nami exclaimed as she picked my daughter up and hugged her.

"I get my good looks from my momma!" My daughter squealed.

"That we can agree on." A deep voice said from behind me.

I spun around, my heart stopping as I locked eyes with a familiar pair of dark eyes.

"Rayleigh." I whispered as my hands dug into my thighs.

"It's been awhile, (Y/n)." He said as he sent me a smile.

"You know each other!" The kids exclaimed.

"I'd hope so, I did raise her for nine years." Rayleigh said as he let out a laugh.

"What!?"

"Wait... you were on Gol D Rogers' ship?" Luffy asked in shock.

"I was, and I was close to him as well." I said as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Momma... is he who I got my name from?" My daughter whispered as she stared at Rayleigh.

"Yes Ray, he is." I said as I smiled down at her.

Her eyes got big and her grin got wider. She hid her face in my leg, causing me to let out a laugh. I knelt down and picked her up, smiling as she buried her face in my neck.

"Rayleigh, this is my youngest child, Ray." I said as I walked up to him.

"It's nice to meet you, dear. Did your mommy tell you about how I raised her?"

She shook her head yes, causing him to let out a chuckle.

"Hopefully she only told you about the good things." He said as he turned to look at me.

"There wasn't many bad things to tell." I said as I smiled up at him.

I heard a yawn and left to lay Ray down for a nap. Rayleigh's wife, Shakky was kind enough to allow me to use their room. I laid Ray down and pulled the cover over her chest.

"Momma, why am I just now meeting your daddy?"

"Well, let's just say me and Rayleigh had a falling out and... we never made up." I said as I caressed her face.

"Is that why you always make me and daddy make up?"

"Yea, I don't want you to live with the same regrets I do." I said as I kissed her forehead. "Now get some sleep, momma needs to go talk to your brother."

I rose to my feet and walked out of the room, my eyes landing on a passed out Straw hat crew.

"Seems they wore themselves out." Shakky said as she slid a drink to me.

"I'm not surprised, those kids are almost always on the move." I said as I downed the drink.

"You have a sweet kid."

"Sweet kids. Ace, Sabo, Luffy, and Ray." I said as I shook my head. "My husband wants a big family."

"I'm glad Rayleigh didn't want any kids." Shakky said as she let out a laugh.

"Trust me, I wish Garp would stop bringing kids into my life." I said as I let out a snort.

"Vice Admiral Garp?" Rayleigh asked as he walked up to us.

"Afraid so." I said as I shook my head.

"How'd you meet?" Shakky asked as she leaned against the bar.

"I was nineteen years old, snuck off our ship to go exploring with two of the other kids. We got caught by Garp. He interrogated us until our friend Oden came and saved us.... we then escaped and I left the crew. Two years later I ran into Garp and was nearly executed, he got me out of it by saying he'd keep me under control. Rest is history." I explained as I accepted a glass of water from her.

"How long have you been together?"

"I've lived with him for twenty one years, I've been married to him for ten years... though the government thinks we've been married for fifteen." I said as I let out a snort. "Garp was so sure that I was going to marry him that he signed the papers giving me his name."

"And when did you have Luffy?"

"Ray is my only biological kid. Luffy is Garp's grandson and Ace is... he's Rogers' son. Sabo was just some kid that Ace and Luffy found and adopted." I explained.

"Well you raised those kids to be good people." Rayleigh said as he let out a chuckle.

"Well I had some good role models." I said as I sent Rayleigh a smile.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry for what I said all those years ago. I want you to know that not a day has gone by where I don't wish I could have taken it back."

"And I'm sorry I didn't try and talk things out with you. I never should have left like that." I said as I sent him a smile.

"Well there was some good from it."

"Yea, I'm married and have four wonderful kids... who make me with I was less reckless as a child." I said as I let out a laugh.

"Rogers and I always said it would come back to bite you in the ass."

monkey d garp x afab!reader | fluff + smut | ~2.4k words

warnings: SPOILER ALERT FOR MARINEFORD, suggestive themes + smut throughout !! use of daddy/baby girl, blow jobs, vaginal sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, cum trapping, creampie

a/n: everyone stfu okay i KNOW he’s 78 yo but HOT DAMN this grandpa could rUIN MY SHIT. RUIN IT. idgaf. anyways, happy birthday to my favorite sugar daddy 🥳😍🤤

18+ MDNI

you had first met garp when he had dragged luffy from windmill village. you had seen an angry man, pinching the rubber cheek of the town’s notorious future king of the pirates and taking the child off to the mountains. everyone was giggling at the banter of the two as they set on the path to the mountains, but you were just staring at the broad back of the silver haired man.

“who's that?” you had whispered to makino. she just giggled at you.

“that’s garp, he's luffy’s grandfather and a vice admiral in the marines.”

you cocked your eyebrow in disbelief, watching as garp argued with luffy like he was also seven years old. you chuckled.

“that man’s a vice admiral in the marines?”

you were fascinated and a bit smitten with him. the silver hair on his head ending in a pointed widow’s peak on his forehead, shaggy hair of the same color above and below his lips, and his broad shoulders and chest. you were young, an adult but still young, and he clearly wasn't. 

nonetheless, you had waited for him to come back down from the mountain, watching the docks for his return everyday after he ascended the mountain. your patience had been fruitful, and you had run out to meet garp as he was untethering a smaller fishing boat from the docks. he had a bag with him.

“where's luffy?” you had asked breathlessly, your hair wind whipped from the way you ran. garp looked up at you with an amused grin, straightening himself to tower over you.

“dropped him off with some friends, they'll take care of him.” garp looked you up and down. “you know him?”

“of course, everyone in town knows him.” you grin back. “though, right now, i'm more interested in getting to know his grandpa.”

garp’s eyebrows rose in smug surprise. “me?” he stepped off the fishing boat, the wood creaking in protest beneath his weight as he stepped onto the deck to get a closer look at you. “and why’s a pretty young thing like you wanting to get to know an old man like me?”

the way garp had looked at you that day made you confess everything to him. you offered him your house, your bed, your body, whatever he wanted whenever he came back to windmill village. he had just laughed loudly, patting your head with a huge grin on his face.

“wait ten years,” he had told you, “and if you're still interested, I'll show you a good time.”

[WARNINGS: age gap, established relationship, gen neutral, Garp x reader. Reader is a marine Captain. I promoted them since the last fic ☺️)

The man's frame never fails to amaze you. He looks as reliable as he feels. His strong arms steady you as your knees give up on you.

“For someone your age, you get weak kneed real fast.”

Your reactions always give him lots of room to tease. His boisterous laugh vibrates in his chest and in yours as you feel him on your back. Makes you squeeze around him as he thrusts into you.

“You're an odd one, my stunner. Look at how wet my teasing's getting you. Feels like you're never letting me go.”

Synopsis: A Vice Admiral’s life is not as interesting as you would imagine. Garp spends his days doing boring paperwork and annoying Sengoku from time to time. However, a couple of months ago, a new waitress appeared at the bar he usually goes to every Friday night, and she was about to rock his world.

Pairing: Garp x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: Porn with a bit of plot, age gap, unprotected sex, oral sex (blowjob and face-sitting), manhandling, spanking, honorary kink (Vice Admiral Garp 🫣), size kink, vaginal sex, dumbification, slight dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, masturbation, dirty talking, squirting.

Author's Note: This is a Secret Santa gift for a friend. Espero que te guste, mi pastelito (sin gluten) de frambuesa < 3

“Same as always, old man?”

When Garp looked up, those lovely eyes hit him like a cannonball— the ones he’d been dreaming about for weeks now, guilty as charged. He knew chasing after a young woman like you ought to raise some eyebrows, even his own, but damn if he could stop himself.

You were something else— beautiful inside and out, sharp wit, warm laugh, the whole package.

Garp was hooked, plain and simple. He caught himself grinning like an idiot as Friday rolled closer, already tasting the weekend.

His Friday nights belonged to you.

Same bar, same stool, same drink order, same easy chatter. It started innocent enough—customer and bartender trading small talk—but somewhere along the line you started lingering, asking about his wild days, Marine life, the pirates he’d punched into next week. Early in your shift you’d flit around, serving the crowd, but by closing time you’d plant yourself right in front of him, elbow on the counter, chin in your hand, listening to his half-drunken stories with that sparkle in your eye.

He thought he had everything he needed— until last week, anyway.

That damned shirt under your apron, clinging just right, deep V-neck plunging in a way that made it real hard to keep his gaze respectable.

He’d tried, honest to god, but his eyes wandered.

Then he noticed the other bastards staring too and something hot and ugly flared in his chest. When he overheard the drunk idiots next to him slurring filthy comments about what they’d do to you once you disappeared into the kitchen, his blood boiled.

Garp handled it, of course. He kicked their sorry asses straight out the door and by the time you came back, three stools were empty.

“Weren’t there—”

“Yeah, they had to leave sudden-like,” he said, all fake innocence, cracking his knuckles behind the bar. “Left a hefty tip, though.”

Hypocrite? Sure.

He’d just tossed those fools for talking dirty about you, yet his own head was full of the nastiest thoughts imaginable. No shame left in him— desire burned away any scraps of decency. He felt like some possessed old pervert, jerking off to the memory of your smile and that shirt and the way your hips moved when you walked. The guilt hit afterward, sure, a faint flush on his cheeks, but it faded fast under the heat of wanting you.

Garp needed an answer, one way or the other.

Rejection? Fine. He’d take his business elsewhere, leave you be, no hard feelings. But if you felt even a flicker of the same fire… well, hell. He’d treat you better than any wet-behind-the-ears boy your age ever could, and he’d make damn sure you felt every bit of it.

Friday night came and he was ready.

He had been thinking about it all day, turning over ways to approach you without coming off as some creep.

The holidays were close— so close that the chilly air and warm lights gave a cozy vibe to the whole town. Tonight you were wearing a lovely red dress that fit the atmosphere perfectly inside the bar. Garp felt a flicker of nerves as he approached his usual stool, but it all melted away the moment he saw your smile. That grin of yours pulled him together and restored his confidence in an instant.

“Shouldn’t you be at home with your family, enjoying the holidays?” you asked.

“Nah, those brats are scattered across the seas,” he said with a shrug. “And you? Why’re you working tonight?”

“I don’t have anything better to do,” you replied, shrugging too.

“Why didn’t you go visit your family?”

“I’m too far from my hometown,” you explained.

“Well, that’s rough. What about friends or a boyfriend?” He tried to sound casual, but he needed to know about that last one.

You chuckled, catching exactly where he was headed. “No boyfriend.”

“Really? The men in this town must be blind, then.”

“It’s not a lack of men,” you said. “It’s the quality.”

Garp barked out a laugh loud enough to startle the few customers scattered around the bar. “And what exactly are you looking for in a man?”

You smiled like a sly cat. “For starters, older than me…” You said it so casually, drying glasses as if it were nothing, that Garp nearly choked on his drink. “Tall, strong, handsome… a Marine who comes in every Friday. You could say I’m picky.”

Garp stared, stunned. He hadn’t expected you to beat him to the punch the very night he’d planned to make his move. “Are you… serious?”

Your boldness suddenly caught up with you— regret flashed across your face, cheeks heating as you grew shy.

“Well… I…”

“Because if you’re serious,” he cut in, voice low and steady, “I’m gonna take that statement real damn seriously.”

“I do mean it,” you said, bracing yourself for whatever came next.

“Good.” A wide grin spread across his face. “You know, you just made things a hell of a lot easier. I was planning to be the bold one tonight, but you beat me to it…”

“Excuse me?”

“Woman, you drive me nuts. I can’t go a single day without you sneaking into my head.” He leaned closer, eyes gleaming, and in one breath shifted from sweet to filthy. “I want to take you home tonight, show you exactly how bad you make my cock ache, and I want you to take it like a good girl— all night, until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

Your mouth fell open. Heat flooded you, and when you finally recovered, you slapped his arm, mortified at how wet and flustered his words had left you. “You can’t say things like that while I’m working…”

“Too bad,” he said, grinning wider, utterly unrepentant. “Nothing stopping me.”

And nothing did.

He teased you mercilessly until your shift ended, keeping the dirty promises coming until you were distracted, thighs pressed together behind the bar.

You wouldn’t normally let any man talk to you this way, but Garp had earned it— his respect for you always came first, and the filth never felt cheap or out of place.

Shift over, Garp waited in the back alley, hands in his pockets. When you stepped out and waved goodbye to your coworkers, he closed the distance, checked the shadows were clear, and pinned you gently against the wall. Then he kissed you— hungry, unrestrained, like a man who’d been starving for months.

The walk to his place was a strange mix of awkward and comfortable. Your arm looped through his, you leaned into his warmth against the biting cold. Something in the back of your mind found it deeply satisfying: he was older, strong, kind in his rough way, and you could just switch off, let him handle everything. With any other man it might have felt embarrassing, but with Garp it felt safe. You’d known him long enough— he was always a rowdy gentleman with you. His blunt, intimidating manner was a breath of fresh air after endless nights of drunk idiots treating you like meat instead of a person.

Maybe his intentions were simple—just to fuck you senseless—but at least he’d built it up properly and that made you want it just as badly.

Not only was he objectively handsome, but also he was attractive to you— the man radiated raw power. You’d seen the news, watched him fight, heard the stories. He had the stamina of a beast, and every filthy promise he’d made to you, he could damn well deliver.

“You cold?” he asked, feeling you shiver harder.

“I’m fine…”

“Come here.” He stopped, opened his massive Marine coat, and pulled you inside. “We’re almost there, let’s warm you up.”

You half-expected something naughty, but he just wrapped you in a bear hug, the thick coat swallowing you both. His body heat chased the chill away, and you stayed like that for a long minute, not caring who might pass on the quiet street.

You reached his house faster than you’d figured — the place was solid, sturdy, exactly what you’d picture for a Marine Vice Admiral like Garp. Big windows, simple furniture, a faint smell of sea salt and wood lingering in the air.

“Nice house,” you said, and you meant it.

He grunted something that might’ve been “thanks,” but his eyes were already devouring you, politeness straining against raw hunger. You could tell small talk wasn’t high on his list tonight— he was trying to play the gentleman, but the way his fists flexed at his sides gave him away.

The second you started wandering the living room, admiring the view, he couldn’t stand the distance anymore.

He closed in, slow but deliberate, and you smiled— knowing exactly what he needed. You leaned up for the kiss first, and that was all the spark he required. Garp didn’t waste time heading for the bedroom; he scooped you off the floor like you weighed nothing and carried you straight to the wide couch. It was plenty big enough for what he had in mind, and he dropped you onto it gently before caging you beneath him, one thick knee sliding between your thighs.

The pressure hit just right—his leg brushing your clothed pussy—and you moaned into his mouth, arching up for more. Garp growled low, rocking his thigh forward in steady strokes, giving you that sweet friction until your head went fuzzy.

He wasn’t about to deny a pretty girl anything, especially not pleasure. Those massive hands roamed everywhere, finally settling on your chest with a firm, possessive squeeze that tore another moan from you.

Clothes were suddenly in the way—both of you felt it—so you reached for your dress, but he stopped you.

“Ah, ah,” he rumbled, voice rough. “Let me.”

“But—”

“Please,” he said, eyes dark, “let me treat you right.”

You nodded, and he guided you to stand between his spread legs. His hands traced down your sides, over your hips, until they cupped your ass and squeezed hard enough to make you gasp. Greed flashed across his face— he was holding back, barely. He found the zipper, tugged it down slow, watching every shiver as his finger trailed your spine. Soft kisses landed on your belly, your ribs; he toyed with the lace edge of your panties until you were squirming.

When the dress finally pooled at your feet, you stepped out and kicked it aside. His grin turned downright feral at the sight of your thigh-high stockings held up by a garter belt— it was like unwrapping the best damn present he’d ever gotten. Before you could blink, he hauled you onto his lap.

“Hey!” you yelped, cheeks burning.

“Couldn’t resist,” he muttered, dragging you into another hungry kiss. The man was insatiable— lips bruising, tongue demanding, hands everywhere.

He peeled the stockings off slowly, savoring every inch of skin revealed, then went right back to teasing the hem of your panties, kissing you deep but never quite giving you what you craved.

The ache between your thighs grew unbearable.

“Garp, please,” you begged, hand pressing over his chest, eyes pleading. “Touch me…”

He didn’t budge, even when you guided his hand yourself.

“I want to give you everything, love,” he said, “but there’s an order to these things. I gotta have my proper meal first, then I’ll give you all you can take.”

“A meal? Now?” Confusion cut through the haze— you knew the man ate like a starving crew, but bringing up food right now?

He chuckled. “Fine dining, sweetheart.” His hands gripped your hipsm. “Sit that pretty pussy on my face so I can enjoy my treat.”

You froze. “Huh?”

That booming laugh of his only made you blush harder. “No man ever offered to be your chair before?”

“No…?”

“Then you’ve been wasting your time with cowards.” He patted his chest. “Now let me take care of you.”

It felt awkward at first—intimidating, even—the idea of smothering a Vice Admiral.

You hovered, hesitant, but Garp wasn’t having it. Big hands clamped your thighs and pulled you down firm until his face was buried, nose brushing your clit, mouth hot and eager.

Any protest died the second his tongue swept through you. Doubt vanished, replaced by blinding pleasure. He ate you out like a man possessed— relentless, gluttonous, no regard for air. You came once, twice, thighs clamping around his head, and still he didn’t stop, diving back in the moment he snatched a breath.

To Garp, this was pure paradise.

He’d have kept going until you were sobbing from overstimulation, begging for mercy, but tonight he settled for two shattering orgasms

You were trembling, trying to stay upright, when he finally pulled back. Without breaking eye contact, he licked his lips, humming deep in his chest like he’d just finished the best meal of his life.

You were stunned at first, but your body didn’t lie— that sight of him licking his lips shot straight to your core, stoking a fire you thought had burned out hours ago.

“Now, tell me,” he rumbled, voice thick with satisfaction, “what do you want me to do to you, hmm?”

The question hung in the air while you sat awkwardly astride his broad chest, legs still trembling from his merciless mouth. You weren’t sure how to move, where to put your hands— your brain was still fuzzy and floating

“I don’t know,” you finally admitted.

“Poor thing,” he said, no mockery in it, just rough concern. His thumb traced slow circles on the side of your thigh, grounding you. “I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

“No, I’m… fine,” you lied.

Garp chuckled. “Do you want a break?”

“I can take it,” you insisted, stubborn.

“You sure?” He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “You can’t even tell me what you want done to you…”

“I just… don’t want to think,” you whispered.

Admitting it felt ten times more embarrassing than anything else tonight.

“You want me to fuck you dumb, love?” he asked, blunt as a cannonball. “Want me to take the reins and use you however I damn well please?”

Heat flooded you, that sounded perfect. “Yeah.”

“Then that’s how we’ll play it.” He grinned wide. “But we do it my way, got it?”

“Okay.”

“Good girl. I’ll let you rest a minute, is that alright?”

You nodded, grateful.

You shifted, stretching out atop him, head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart while you caught your breath. He was gentle then— big hand stroking your hair, arm wrapped around you, holding you close. When he felt you shiver from the chill, he rolled you beneath him again, covering you completely with his warmth. You must’ve looked blissed-out, because he laughed right in your face, breath hot against your cheek.

“Getting cold, huh? Guess I better warm you up.”

You waited for him to move, but he took his time, shrugging off his shirt first. Your eyes went wide; the man was carved from solid rock, every muscle earned from decades of smashing pirates. Age hadn’t softened him one bit— if anything, it had honed him sharper.

The way you stared fed his ego something fierce. It had been a long damn time since he’d been with anyone, let alone someone young and gorgeous like you. He wasn’t insecure, exactly, but seeing you flush and look away puffed his chest with pride.

The fool that he was, he flexed one massive arm without shame.

“Like what you see?”

You didn’t answer, admitting it out loud felt too dangerous.

He grinned wider. “I sure as hell love what I’m seeing. Pretty little thing, already wrecked, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” His hand drifted lower. “Not sure that tight pussy can take me, though.”

That sparked your defiance. You met his eyes, chin up. “I can take it.”

“Is that so?” Challenge accepted. “Let’s find out.”

He unbuckled his belt slow, letting you watch. The outline through his pants was intimidating enough, but when he dragged the zipper down and pulled himself free—thick, heavy, veins standing out—your throat went dry. That little voice in your head echoed his earlier warning: You won’t be able to take it.

Fear flickered, but something darker, hungrier, pushed it aside.

You wanted to feel stuffed full, stretched to your limit, mind blank except for him.

“You alright?” he asked, concern cutting through the lust when you went quiet.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” You swallowed. Then, surprising yourself as much as him: “Can I suck your cock?”

His brows shot up, cock twitching at the offer. “Well, if the lady insists— far be it from me to deny her.”

You shifted to your knees as he manspreaded next to you.

First, because you wanted to, you kissed him deep— sloppy, filthy, tasting yourself on his tongue. When you pulled back, a thin string of spit connected you, and even Garp flushed darker.

You trailed lower, one hand braced on his thick thigh, the other wrapping around his shaft — fingers barely meeting. Shame was gone; you stroked him slow, mouth watering in a way it never had before. You licked a long stripe up the underside, then swirled your tongue around the fat tip like it was candy. Garp’s muscles locked, fingers digging into the couch cushions as he fought not to buck.

You took him deeper, bobbing steady, and when you glanced up through your lashes—eye contact locked—he groaned and hauled you off with a curse.

“Damn it, woman, you trying to make me blow before I even get inside that sweet cunt?”

The raw Marine edge in his voice drenched you. You loved the idea of unraveling him. Ignoring his warning, you went right back to teasing the head while pumping the shaft. He gasped, hand flying to your ass— squeezing hard enough to sting, making you whine and lose rhythm.

That gave him an idea. “Would you like to get spanked?”

You should’ve protested. Instead: “Yes, please, Vice Admiral Garp.”

The title hit him like a Haki punch— his cock jerked visibly. “Thought you were a good girl,” he growled. “Guess I was wrong.”

His palm soothed over your ass, then cracked down sharp. You buried your face in his thigh, back arching, feet kicking as the sting bloomed hot and perfect. He paused, checking, but when you lifted your hips higher, offering yourself, he barked a laugh.

“Alright, sweetheart, I won’t go easy on you, then.”

He delivered one sharp slap after another, each one landing with perfect force— making you claw at his thigh, muffling cries into his skin as the sting built into something white-hot and addictive. When he finally paused, your ass glowed red, throbbing under his palm. He traced the raised outline of his handprint, watching you shiver, and you clung to him, panting, desperate.

Then you looked up—face flushed, eyes teary and half-lidded, shameless need written all over you—and whispered, “Why’d you stop? I… I want more.”

Garp’s eyes went wide. He manhandled you upright, planting you on one thick thigh so he could stare straight into your face. “Say that again.”

“I want more.”

“You want more?” His voice dropped lower, hungry.

You nodded hard. “Please, Vice Admiral— you’re so good to me, I want more.”

He grinned like he’d just conquered an entire fleet. “How about I give you more once you’re stuffed full of my cock? Sound fair?”

“Yes.”

“Look at you, soaked already.” His fingers slid between your legs, gliding through the mess. “You really liked getting that pretty ass spanked, huh?”

You dropped your head to his shoulder, whimpering as he circled your swollen clit. Finally, he guided you to straddle him proper, lining his cock up with your entrance. He dragged the fat tip through your slick folds, coating himself, while your arms locked around his shoulders. When he started lowering you down, you dug your nails into his back— hard enough to break skin this time.

He was thick, impossibly thick, your body fighting to stretch around him.

Garp felt you tense. “Easy, love,” he murmured, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips. “Relax for me.”

“Can’t… too big,” you gasped.

“You can,” he said firm, tilting your chin up for a deep, slow kiss. “Just like this— breathe, ease down. You’re taking me so good.”

Bit by bit you sank, until you were seated flush against him, panting into his mouth, forcing yourself to stay loose. For a moment everything felt full, almost too full, but then the urge hit him too— he needed movement.

You started it, rocking your hips tentative at first, testing, until pleasure overtook the ache.

Garp watched your face shift from strain to bliss, and that was his signal. Feet planted solid on the floor, he snapped his hips up— hard. You yelped, grabbing his shoulders for dear life as he set a brutal rhythm. The beast was loose now. True to his word, every few thrusts he brought his hand down on your already tender ass, the crack echoing with the wet slap of skin on skin. The mix of sting and the way his cock dragged over that deep spot inside you hurled you over the edge almost instantly— clenching, crying out, coming hard around him.

But Garp wasn’t anywhere near done.

He’d promised himself three orgasms out of you before he took his own, and he was a man of his word. A thick finger found your clit, rubbing tight circles while he pounded up into you— once, twice, and you shattered again, then a third time right on its heels, body shaking, voice breaking.

Goal met, he turned greedy.

In one smooth move he flipped you onto the couch, manhandling your hips until you were face-down, ass up, too wrecked to do anything but let him position you. He slid back in with a single thrust, groaning at how tight you still were, and set a punishing pace.

The next minutes blurred— mind blanking, ears ringing, legs trembling as something coiled low and sharp in your belly. Then it snapped. You felt a rush, a hot gush, like you’d lost all control, and everything went white and numb. When sensation crept back, Garp was pressing soft kisses along your shoulder, chuckling low.

“Wha… what was that?” you mumbled, dazed.

“That, sweetheart,” he said, proud as hell, “was yourself coming so hard you squirted all over me. Good, huh?”

You could only nod weakly. “Really good.”

“Glad you enjoyed it.” He nuzzled your neck, still buried deep.

“Garp…” You hesitated, then pushed on. “Would you… want to do this again? With me?”

He barked a laugh, loud and delighted. “Hell yes, woman— I’d love nothing more. Though next time, let me take you on a proper date first. Deal?”

Garp x female Reader

Warnings: INCEST PLAY!!!! (No blood relation!) Use of name Grandpa!

ONCE AGAIN INCEST PLAY!!!!

vaginal penetration, chokehold with reverse cowgirl to backshots, dirty talk/teasing, exhibition/voyeurism, age gap, pet names, office sex, boss/subordinate

Another warning !!

⚠️ INCEST PLAY⚠️🙄

*Author's Note: Posted this on my old account but had it saved so decided to post it again 🩷🤤*

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Slushing wet noises and slapping skin filled the office space. Light layer of sweat on your skin as your muscles tightened and pussy fluttered.

“Yeah you like this old dick don’t chu sweet thing? No one your own age can handle a little minx like you. You need a man like me fucking this little cunt how it should be.” Garp grunted into your ear as he held you in a head lock. Sitting on his girthy cock had you shaking like crazy, thighs trembling on his lap.