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trafalgar law has occupied my mind once again

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THIS LAW BOT ON C.AI???? GAWWWDDDD GOT ME MELTINGGGG

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Im so alive yes

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★ the new intern portgas d. ace, my beloved.

cw: nsfw. f!reader. afab!reader. ace is from the south idk. takes place in the states for some reason again idk. i was just writing lmaoo. reader wears a skirt. not proofread. hear me out. MINORS DNI.

── intern!ace who has recently started his internship at your company you have only been at for almost a year. mentoring him is somehow pushed onto you despite any of your colleagues being here longer than you and having much more experience in mentoring. you’ve never done this before. you try your absolute damnedest to get out of it but no one seems interested in relieving you of the responsibility. so best of luck to you

── intern!ace who is unlike anything you’ve seen before. why would a rowdy man start an internship at an office where he’d just be behind his desk or in meetings all day?

── intern!ace who never went anywhere without that distractingly bright orange hat.

── intern!ace who has a southern drawl about him, you aren’t surprised to learn he comes from somewhere down south. he has a special way of speaking that you, born and raised up north, struggled with understanding his creative idioms.

── intern!ace who you could always hear before you could see whether it was his loud mouth or the loud clicking of those ostrich skin square toe boots he was so proud of covered by his long trousers. they were louder than your heels.

── intern!ace who has a load of questions and is at your office door every five minutes. you’ve even started to recognize him by his knock. he always greeted you with a wooden toothpick between his plump lips.

── intern!ace who is a very respectful man who cares a lot about honorifics. that’s how he was raised. you are his mentor, his senior. he can’t just call you by your name. what kind of man would he be? you have become, miss.

── intern!ace who is very friendly, very touchy, but sweet as candy. you chalked it up to southern hospitality that you have yet to experience. when you’re explaining something, he stands extra close, he’s almost touching you. when you’re coming in, he jogs in front of you to hold open the door. when you fix the problem he has, he compliments you. he always looks so amazed when in just a few clicks everything is fixed. you’re like his superhero.

── intern!ace who has made it a habit to eat with you. or wait to take his lunch until you’re done. you’re like his only friend in the office and he likes eating with you.

── intern!ace who gets onto you about forgetting your lunch and eating fast food all the time. a woman like you deserves a homecooked meal he’s made it a habit to bring you an extra lunch. he does it so much, he’s even got you your own lunchbox that’s your favorite color.

── intern!ace who doesn’t leave the office until you leave. he could be done for hours but he still wants to walk you to your car to make sure you get there safely. plus what if you get lonely being the only one in the office?

── intern!ace who worries that you overwork yourself only to never be recognized. he’s only been here a month and a half and he’s already noticed it. he is always ready to remind you that you’re too good for this job and that they don’t deserve you or your time.

── intern!ace who looks a little different. dressed in a tight white button-down that looked like he was going to pop out of any second. were his arms always that big? was his chest always that broad? what did he look like without the shirt on? was he hiding more freckles under there?

── intern!ace who isn’t a fool. he may have been born at night but it damn sure wasn’t last night. he sees how you’re eyeballing him, undressing him with your eyes. he’s flattered. he’s always thought you were a beauty too, pretty as a peach, hotter than a fire in july.

── intern!ace who once again doesn’t leave with everyone else, he stays to keep you company. though this time he is bold enough to stay with you in your office until you’re ready to go. he’s distracting you with his presence alone. how are you supposed to finish when he’s sitting there with the top buttons of his shirt undone because it’s a little warm in here? he sprawled out on the chair, his legs open and his hat resting over his face because he wanted to 'rest his eyes'. you never noticed how built he was…how nice and lonely his lap looked. maybe it was kinda warm in here.

── intern!ace who hears you shuffle in your seat and hears you call out to him. he sits back up, taking his hat off of your face. you ask for his help, something you’ve never done before. he’s honored. he steps behind your desk to see the problem, to see exactly what you’re stuck on. it’s something simple, something you’ve helped him with before. why were you struggling now? maybe you wanted to test his knowledge, maybe you wanted to have him closer.

── intern!ace who stands behind your chair, reaching over the side of you to grab the mouse while his other strong hand rests on the back of your chair. you take on his warm, heavenly scent. it was intoxicating, you could hardly focus, and you hadn't heard a word he uttered.

── intern!ace who must come even closer, to actually finish your report so he can use the keyboard. he is particularly towering over you as he types so slowly. the tension in the room was so high. you cross your legs making your skirt ride up your thighs a little. with your eyes stuck on your monitor, you fail to watch him bite down on his lip.

── intern!ace who steps back to let you send your report to the boss before spinning your chair around to face him. there is one more work-related question he needs to ask you before you go home for the night.

── intern!ace who is a liar. it’s not work-related at all. he just wanted to be dramatic.

── “can i kiss you? i’ve been wanting to for a while now. it’s been killing me not to”

── intern!ace who barely lets the word yes fade into the air before he’s captured your lips on his in a passionate kiss. he kissed you like a desperate man, like a man who has waited god knows how long.

── intern!ace whose hands fiddle with your top, unbuttoning it just enough to reveal your bra and remove the tie you wore to work today.

── “i love me a businesswoman in a tie. you’re the boss here tonight, miss”

── intern!ace who wants you to take the reins, to take charge, to take what you want from him tonight. anything you wanted you could have.

── intern!ace who followed your every command with “yes ma’am” that sent shivers down your spine.

── intern!ace who finds his face place to be is in between your legs, with your tie tied tightly around his wrists behind his back. your fingers locked into his hair as you pushed him as far as he could go into your sopping wet cunt that has already drenched the lower half of his face.

── “like this, miss?”

── intern!ace with a praise kink. he loves hearing you tell him how good he’s treating you. looking up at you through hooded eyes as he waits for your praise. it sends chills down his spine and makes his cock twitch and leak in his pants.

── intern!ace who doesn’t know how you got even hotter with his hat on top of your head, your face contorted in pleasure, your shirt unbuttoned and your little skirt pulled up to your waist. it was a picture that was never going to leave his mind. from now on, you had to wear his hat more often.

── intern!ace who has an oral fixation. he’s attached his plump lips to your throbbing bundle of nerves yet again like a starved man with his eyes closed in delight. he moaned and hummed against you. he loved how your body trembled underneath his tongue as you came for him yet again. he lapped up all of your juices without fail like you were his favorite meal.

── intern!ace who whines when you pull him off your cunt.

── intern!ace who loves it when you take ownership over him. he’s your intern. he's your boy. he’s your baby, only yours and he’ll do whatever it takes to please you. he wants to hear you say it. he needs to hear you say it when he’s got you over your desk, balls deep into your pussy, fucking you like he’s in heat as you hold onto your tie that’s wrapped around his neck. say he’s your baby when he’s fucking this rough, this deep. say you own all of him, as his balls slap against your tight, creamy cunt.

── intern!ace who only cums after you because your pleasure is first. he only cums when you tell him to. he needs to kiss you when he does, emptying his load deep into your pussy, something he wasn’t supposed to do. he lets you pull on the tie one more time for good measure since he couldn’t behave.

── intern!ace whose oral fixation comes back to bite you in the ass when he’s already back on his knees to lap up all of his cum out of your sensitive cunt.

MANGEKYOU 2024 ── do not copy, repost, or translate my works onto this platform or any other !

[millkyyo]

They look so good printed am so happy

[millkyyo]

Btw I caught up with HSR content. What in the fuck. Expect some yume shit 😋

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Whoa Miru alive wip moment

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Warnings: Suggestive, mdni, vibrator, established relationship, fluff, Law might be ooc but idk

AU: Modern

A/n: This started out ad a brain worm not long after midnight lol but it turned into this. I feel like the ending is a bit weak but I've never been good at writing endings 😔

Law stared at the tiny black remote in his hand that you had given him. Although he wasn't entirely sure what this remote was for. He glanced up from the small pink device, looking at you for any sign you'd tell him what this was supposed to be. When all you did was flush a brighter pink, he sighed softly and looked back at the remote. Slowly, his thumb brushed over the top button on the remote. He didn't press it, but you still shivered in what he could only assume was anticipation.

Thank god you were an open book sometimes. At least now he had an idea of what was happening.

"... What is this?" he asked, wanting to confirm his guess.

Hearing you stutter out nonsense had him look at you again. You were nervously fiddling with your fingers and rubbing your thighs together, confirming his suspicions without needing to say anything. A slight frown tugged down his neutral expression, but you seemed too caught up in being flustered to notice.

"I thought we agreed we weren't going to do anything like this yet," he commented, snapping you out of your flustered state.

You're eyes widen a little; then you look away with what he could only describe as embarrassment and a little shame on your face. "Yeah, I know..." you softly begin to answer, "but I felt terrible for putting that boundary about not doing anything related to sex."

Law felt his heart melt, wondering if he had unintentionally acted harshly toward you since you set that boundary about a month ago. "You really shouldn't," he said softly. "I overreacted when you told me you didn't feel ready. It's okay to set boundaries. Especially if it involves something you don't feel ready for," Law explained, hoping he sounded comforting instead of reprimanding.

"I know it's just..." you started, nervousness lacing your voice, "I set that boundary more to keep myself from breaking my beliefs and personal code rather than not feeling ready, if that makes any sense. Because even though I don't want to have sex or anything outside of marriage, I want you. I want you so bad it sometimes hurts. Late at night, I fantasize about the things I want to do with you, the things I want you to do to me, and sometimes I-I touch myself while thinking about you and those things," you confess and ramble shyly.

Law stared at you, genuinely shocked to hear you confess something so lewd. A gentle pink dusted across his face as he looked away while covering his mouth. When he glanced back at you, he saw how your eyes widened, clearly worried you had said something wrong.

Damn it, why did you have to be so cute?

"So you bought a vibrator as a sort of compromise?" Law asked, lightly pressing the top button, watching how you tensed up.

A slight smug smirk appeared on Law's face as he pressed the top button several times. He watched your face shift to one of surprise and pleasure. You whimpered and pressed your legs together in an attempt to deal with the vibrations deep in your core.

You quickly nodded, starting to fidget with your fingers again with your eyes locked on the remote in his hand. "Y-yeah... if that's okay," you answered.

Law took a step closer and placed a hand on your face only to gently put his thumb in your mouth to press down your tongue, whispering, "Trust me, it's more then just okay."

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“Oh, come on, don’t pout like that, I’ll return your hat, Ace-y!!”

“Not pouting cause of that…”

🎨: @/votaeto

VOTTATATATATSTATDIWJRIAKDKSS THANK YOU FOR DRAWING THEMSSTTT AAAGHHHH

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YEEHAWWW MY ACE HAAUULLLL + a film RED Bepo heheheheh

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Am in my term break now yeehaw

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Did stephis deactivated ;;;;

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Trying my goddamn best to not feel queasy after watching this one horror movie with my friends

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OH GAWD I SAW LIKE A BIT OF THE TEASER BUT AUGHGHGHGHHAUFAHUEEHFUAHUEFAOHUFEOUHA INSANITY

𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 , “ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ! ᴘᴏʀᴛɢᴀꜱ. ᴅ. ᴀᴄᴇ”

➺ ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴛ

Picturing your werewolf! Ace, but not in the feral way you know. He’s a soft boy just for you, with his collar on and pleading for your attention.

And you’ll give it to him, won’t you?

Nobody has to know the way you have him wrapped around your finger. Fingers, that run through his soft black curls to praise him. Sure, he can be such a sex monster— but truly, he wants to be dominated by you.

You can make him do whatever you want and convince him that you, as his mistress, must be prioritized. He’d be such a good boy for you; he’ll eat that pussy out as if it were his last meal. His drool would seep down to the chair, and the chain you have along his neck would pull him closer. Ace, would be ever so careful to not bite your thighs, after all, they look so plush and markable to not sink in.

His gold-iridescent eyes would look up at you, seeing how much you struggled to keep your face calm and unfazed. You were flustered every time he tongue-fucked you harder, his nose nudging at your clit as he moved fast and hungrily. Ace’s claws would be tied behind his back, a “little restriction” you called it. And for that reason he’s absolutely insane with the idea of tearing through them just so he could push you forward, grab your thighs, and eat you up as he wished.

But oh no, he wouldn’t. Because he’s such a nice wolf for you.

There are other times where he prefers you ride him. And of course, you proved him difficult since it was mandatory he be flat on the floor, and if he dared move an arm or leg for any reason— you’d stop. But how was he supposed to do that when your pussy lips enveloped his cock so well? Your ass would be so soft and round, making him so eager to just squeeze and play with it. Even your back looked so empty and deprived of love bites, but who was he to interfere with the love you’re already giving him? Sweet moans left your pretty throat, and you’d praise him more, thus making it inevitable that he’d grow harder by the second.

Now, what about the days when your werewolf goes into heat? That’s when you’d have to bring out the thicker chains and silver cuffs. Who knows if he’d want to put a little pup in you?

During the season, he’d be way less obedient with more rattlings of metal than groans. He’d try to find every chance he could whenever you’d let your chain loose just a little. You can’t ever have your back faced to him because he’d lurch forward and knock you down to the floor.

And it would be during this occasion that your subby wolf would turn the tables, pushing you in every position he could. A large thumb would press on your tongue, keeping that pretty mouth of yours open as he fucked his cum right into you. Sloppy, wet sounds would accompany the sticky white strings that came from his hips meeting your ass. Ace would even let you keep pulling his chains because he found it so amusing that a small mistress like you could do anything.

A mutual position for both of you was most likely keeping you on top and laying over him as your nails dug onto his back. You’d curse at him in his ear, but he’d barely be able to hear it with your heavy dragged out breaths. Even then, he’d be so busy spreading those cheeks of yours so he could watch your cunt milk him dry with every little dribble escaping down to his balls.

And it’s at the end of the day, where you’re so tired and full that you don’t bother yelling at him. Ace would have you pressed against him as you both sleep on your side, his dick still buried inside you and keeping all that spent of his inside.

He can’t have his efforts to waste, especially with such a pretty mistress like you. And neither you will do anything, because you know you’d have to reprimand him again tomorrow.

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gonna be free from my first term next week yayers expect some self-ship indulgence

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𝑶𝑯 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮!

[TBA TEASER] ꜱʟᴀꜱʜᴇʀ! ꜱᴀʙᴏ & ꜱʟᴀꜱʜᴇʀ! ᴀᴄᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

[DARK CONTENT + NSFW] NOTES: read sleepover for context

Thinking about slasher! Ace watching you beg for mercy. You’re on your knees on the bloody floor, stuttering as you crawl. Tears run down your cheeks when you screw your eyes shut so you don’t see the horror-stricken look of your once-savior.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-I’m—“

Cruel hands cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away the wet drops. His voice is sweet and his smile not-so-genuine anymore. You know who it is by the way he gets handsy with you, cooing to make you feel better;

“Shh, it’s alright baby, things happen.” Ace spoke softly, his eyes trained on your trembling lip, “Now, I thought you’d listen to me hm? What did I tell you earlier?”

There was a dreaded silence as you hiccuped. Hisses from another room and strong curses were heard— he wasn’t happy.

“T-to lure in the guy and—“

“No, after that.”

The raven pinched your cheek, “Remember? C’mon, you know I’m the nicest one here so you better not make me mad too.”

You swallowed harshly as you continued, “To wait for you in the closet until you were finished.”

“And what did you do instead?”

You fell silent again, guilt pooling in your sickening stomach. Ace didn’t help at all, pushing you with pet names to speak up. You glanced down at your hands, seeing a cut from the knife you once held.

“I-I stabbed him in his shoulder.”

Your chin was lifted to meet the churning eyes of Ace, whose grin didn’t seem to falter. It amused him that you’d be bold enough to strike after the months that he and his brother “trained” you to the “good girl” method.

Yet, it was expected that you wouldn’t stay like this for long. Sure, he felt some pity, but it was all for the best. After all, the true sadist here was the one fixing up his wound.

“And who’s ‘him’?”

Incoming footsteps made your eyes dart behind Ace, seeing the looming figure frowning unhappily. The raven still squatted before you, squeezing your cheeks as he pushed you to talk. And you did, with a small croak;

“Sabo.”

The said blond snapped his fingers, tsking as he motioned you up. You didn't.

You were too scared of what he'd do.

Sabo, the man who killed nearly an entire party. Who was so sweet as to help you with your inner troubles. Who fucked you so good you didn't know who he was. And then it ended up being him, who deceived you the most.

You were right to defend yourself, but this time, it wasn't just a little runaway. You hurt him. And by the gods, you knew you wouldn't come out unscathed.

The looming top told you again, "Get. Up."

You watched his hand tighten to a fist, his leather gloves oh so fascinating but ever terrorizing. His shirt was a stained red as you rose a stumbling mess, yet Ace still squatted, watching you both.

He probably has a grin by now, mimicking slow "wonk wonk" noises to your doom. Sabo had since grabbed you roughly by the shoulder, disregarding your cry of pain. He didn't care if he hurt you, nor did he care if you came out alive.

His brows furrowed in disappointment, and he kicked the lying corpses from his path. The best way to prevent you from doing this, he assumed, would be fucking the rules right into you.

The raven followed loosely behind, already unbuckling his belt as Sabo approached a room. You panicked, but had some morality of hope- the police would come soon, surely they won't have time to...?

Yet, when you were tossed onto the bed roughly, your dirty clothes torn from your body, you knew you were wrong.

Gloved hands pinned your throat down, suffocating you as the other pair forced your mouth open. You choked on his fingers, but your own hands didn't do any good in pushing him away.

Strong hands gripped your naked thighs, pushing them flat on the mattress. Ace's tongue licked up your trembling flesh, stopping barely at your pantyline.

Your breaths were sharp as Sabo popped off his fingers, grimacing as manhandled you to face him properly. Pleas escaped your lips;

"Please! I-I'm sorry! Sabo I-"

But you were just too late. Hot breaths mingled together, pushing you down like quicksand. Quicksand, that wouldn't let you breathe or utter a single word.

Quicksand, that only lets you scream when no one else can help you.

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conveniece store run with supernova trio