#trans ace x trans male reader

[hurlingdown]

ur zoro fic was so good omfg ftm bratty ace x ftm dom reader?? I need him So bad

MAKE ME FEEL GOOD — TOP! FTM! READER x ACE

synopsis. ace thinks that it doesn't feel good for you when the two of you have sex. you prove him wrong. the sex is fucking brilliant, actually. wc 2.1k

tags: reader turns ftm! bratty! ace into a pillow princess, breeding kink, wet & messy, riding, double ended strap-on, it vibrates goddammit, strap referred to as cock sometimes, bit of hurt/comfort, imaginary creampie, holy shit they're fr about making babies, this is filthy and i love it

Ace squirmed on your thick dildo, soaked cunt pulsing around it as he struggled to balance on your lap. At the additional weight, the protruding toy on the other end of the strap-on slipped deeper past your folds, making you shiver. 

“Y-you said you’d finally let me top, you fucker!” he gasped, eyes teary with contempt. “For once!” 

“To be fair, you are on top,” you muttered absent-mindedly, distracted by the way his slick dripped down the remaining inches of your cock that he couldn’t take in one go. His nails dug into your shoulders as he let out a loud whine, demanding your attention. 

“Not like this!” Ace moaned, and despite his protests, his hips had started to roll against the toy, trying to take more of it inside him. “Want to—make you feel good too, it’s not always about me—” 

“I feel good too. And seeing you feel good makes me feel good,” you told him truthfully, planting your hands on his waist as you guided him down your cock, thumbs pressing gentle circles into his skin to soothe him. “Besides, I wanted to try using this. The vendor said it vibrated.” 

His eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and something more. “This thing vibrates?” 

“Yeah—there’s the remote. Hngh, fuck, don’t move so suddenly.” Ace jerked in your lap to grab the remote in your hands, making the small toy inside you shift. Feeling emboldened by your reaction, he harshly rocked his hips downwards with a keen, fully seated on your lap now. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling. 

You frowned. “Shit, do you need more lube? Did I stretch you out enough? Does it hurt?” you asked worriedly as he shook his head, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of a fat cock pushing past his entrance and rearranging his insides.  

“No. No, just start moving.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes! I’m getting bored, so move!” 

You held in a scoff at his poor attempt to rile you up. How typical of him. 

“You’re sitting on top of me, firecracker. How d’you want me to move?” 

Ace opened his mouth to argue, but then promptly froze, flushing as he realised his position. He was still unused to the one being on top—usually it was him with his face pressed down into the sheets and ass up to the heavens, you pounding so sweetly into his pussy from behind as he cried out your name. 

Tiny crimson flames erupted from his skin and he scowled, embarrassed. “I knew that.” 

“Yeah. Of course.” You looked at him, his thighs trembling as his cunt clenched around the dildo, sitting there like a whiny brat that just got told off. “Darling,” you murmured, taking his hands into your own, to which he swatted away. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” 

“I want to!” 

Ace scowled, raising his head to look at you, and you saw the tremble of the wet sheen in his dark eyes. 

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, confidently, and you stifled a smile. 

“Sure.” If you can. 

You gave his hips an encouraging squeeze as he began to lift himself. His thighs were already spasming with the effort, and he let out a soft gasp, head falling forward to knock against your shoulder—unintentionally giving himself the best angle possible. 

He held in his breath as more and more of the toy was exposed, and he clenched around it experimentally, watching as globs of lube mixed with his slick were pushed out with a squelch. He was stretched so, so impossibly wide around you, and it was obscene. 

“Ace. Relax. Just a little more.” 

“I—fucking know, hah, dammit! You’re not the one—taking this fat cock,” he whimpered, shivering and gasping softly as the entire length of the dildo was revealed, the plump tip rubbing against his folds. “Gonna—gonna move now. So brace yourself.” 

Without waiting for your response, he suddenly relaxed his taut thighs, letting gravity drop him on your cock, slamming himself down all the way in one go—and he threw his head back, letting out a garbled moan as his eyes crossed. It was so fucking deep inside him, even deeper than before, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from making any noise, blessed by the erotic sight on your lap and the fact that the toy inside you was pressing at a new angle that had you clenching around it. 

“So good, babe,” you mumbled. “You’re doing so great.” 

Ace didn’t respond, and your eyes trained onto his exposed Adam's apple as it bobbed. 

“Ace?” 

The fingers gripping your shoulders trembled with effort to hold himself still as Ace took in a shaky breath through his teeth. As you saw the glistening of tears down the side of his cheeks, you knew something was wrong. 

“Shit, you okay?” 

“Y-yeah,” he managed weakly. 

“You sure you’re alright? We can stop if you want—” 

“I’m—fine. Stop asking to stop—f-fuck, do you not want me anymore?” he whimpered, wet eyes finally gazing at you with hurt and scorn as tears started to roll down his face. “Is that it? Did you get tired of me ‘cause you don’t feel good when we fuck?” 

So that was why he was so insistent on topping you. 

“No,” you sighed, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “It’s nothing like that, love. I was just worried about hurting you.” 

“Oh.” He visibly flushed from the kiss, trying to bite down a smile at the relief that flooded him. 

“And again. Your ‘good’ is my good. So stop worrying and feel good for me.” 

“But you won’t feel as good as I—” 

You kissed him, muffling any other protests. “I swear on my life, I do.” 

“Fine,” Ace huffed. “But you could never hurt me—it’d be my choice if that ever happened.” He turned his head to the side with a blush, averting your heated gaze. You were smirking, ideas rushing through your mind that you would indulge in the next time the two of you had sex: spanking, overstimulation, edging, bondage— “You’re an infuriating sap and I absolutely despise you.” 

“Yeah? You seem to love my cock, though.” 

Hot flames flickered up over his skin as his eyes snapped back to you in surprise. They hesitantly travelled down, and further down—to his drenched pussy impaled on the huge dildo, his stomach paunchy with the sheer size of it taking up all the space. He let out a breathy whine, as though just realising that your dick was still shoved deep inside him. 

He had sworn he could do it, but the truth is—he couldn’t. Not now—not like this. 

“Want me to take control?” 

“Fuck, yes, please,” Ace whispered, words burning with need. 

Satisfied by the enthusiastic consent, you slowly lowered him onto the mattress, whispering encouragement and sweet nothings to get him to relax. He rubbed at his eyes, trying his best to wipe away his tears. 

You picked up the vibrator remote that he had dropped somewhere, feeling his eager eyes dig into you. Meeting his gaze with a heated one of your own, you set it to a low level, shakily inhaling. As you began to grind your hips against him, he whimpered at the sensation, slick gushing out with each thrust of the dildo, wetting the bed. 

And it was so good for you, too, the toy rubbing and vibrating intensely inside your hole, sending the most delicious quivers down the back of your spine. This was heaven—you couldn’t even fathom why he would think otherwise. 

“More,” he demanded with a whiny tone. 

“How much more?” 

“Go a level higher—I can take it.” 

You decided to take pity on him, as he had got so overwhelmed and cried earlier. Ace never cried. Not in a scenario like this, with bad thoughts crowding his brain instead of how good you were making him feel, thinking of something so absurd—that you didn’t want him anymore. 

Adjusting the level of the vibration to his wishes, you groaned as pleasure surged through your abdomen. You took a moment to dwell in it, imagining the dildo was your own cock, and his pussy was milking you with every rut into tight heat, making him feel so good he’d grip you with his cunt—refusing to let you leave until you bred him full of your seed. 

You almost came from that thought alone. What a sight it would be, seeing him round with your children, the product of your love and sin. 

“What—what are you thinkin’ about?” Ace slurred, drunk on pleasure as he let out breathy moans and whines. “Focus on—me!” 

“My bad,” you chuckled, leaning down to kiss him as an apology, while your hips sped up to fuck him harder and faster. “You f-feel so good, baby.” 

His cheeks went pink, almost shy, a godsent complement to the brown stars that scattered across his attractive face. He dug his face into the sheets to hide his expression from you, panting heavily as he’s bodily dragged onto your cock, only to have it plunge out and ram into him again. “I, ha—AH!” he wailed at a particularly hard thrust, “I do?” 

“Yeah—you’re so fucking tight, I wanna come inside you real bad.” 

“Oh shit,” Ace breathed, eyes growing wide and almost feral. Dirty talk was common between the two of you during sex, but this was new territory. “Fuck, yeah, do it, please—” he begged, eyes tearing up again and shuddering at the prospect of you impregnating him, “I wanna—wanna have your, hnngh, babies!” 

“How—how many?” 

“We’ll think about that, ah, later—” 

“Daughter or son?” 

“Not now! Wait, a son would be nice, he’d be handsome like you—”

“I want a daughter, though.” 

“Then I’ll give you both!” he swore loudly, pussy tightening around your dildo, a sign that he was close. “Babe, fuck, I think I’m gonna—gonna come—!” 

“Yeah? Come for me. You’re so—good, so fucking good.” You turned the remote to the maximum level, feeling the vigorous vibrations bleed into the tender parts of your cunt and moaning shamelessly, though not allowing the pleasure to stop you from picking up pace, hitting a certain spot within Ace that made his toes curl, making sure that he felt as good as you did. 

You needn't have worried, though—Ace was shaking, crying, and the mess between his legs was filthy and mouth-watering, milk-white slick leaking out of his pussy in copious amounts, showing just how damn good you made him feel. 

“Fuck your—kids into me, please—” he begged, spreading his legs wider to accommodate your messy thrusts. “Want them so bad—!” 

You could feel yourself tethering on the verge of wanting to come so badly you would die and edging yourself, eyes rolling back as you thrusted blindly into his sopping hole, one thumb pressed onto his clit to rub, hard—and Ace came all over your cock with a throaty scream of your name, clenching so tightly around your dildo that you could almost feel it—making the toy inside you gouge into that same fucking spot, and you cry out, orgasming. 

“F-fuuuck,” you panted, pulling out and collapsing on top of Ace, the action making ungodly amounts of slick and come leak out from his cunt, completely drenching his thighs. 

He was still coming down from the life-shattering climax he just experienced, body trembling as his leg muscles spasmed and jumped involuntarily. A hand slowly carded through your hair, pressing your cheek against his muscular chest, letting you feel his heart run a marathon for you. 

You laid there for several minutes, basking in the afterglow, before he finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “About… the children,” Ace muttered, frowning. He had paused, as though he wanted to say our children and not the children. “It isn’t biologically possible, you dolt. Both of us—aren’t. That.” 

“We could find a donor.” 

“Don’t want it if it’s not yours. And—I want them to look like you, too.” 

You stomped down the blush that crept onto your cheeks, smiling like a fool. “Then we’ll just have to find a devil fruit that can help us.” 

“Oh.” He smiled back, finally, before puckering up his lips to ask for a kiss, to which you happily obliged. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you pressed your pounding heart to his own, letting him know exactly how good he had been making you feel, all along.  masterlist!

[asuyaka]

Worst Gen. trio (+ Ace) with a transmasc reader!

★ - Absolutely frothin at the mouth ab Corazon n Law guys,,

☆ - Trafalgar D. Water Law, Eustass "Captain" Kidd, Monkey D. Luffy, and Portgas D. Ace x TM! Reader.

♡ - Reader has space-manipulation devil fruit powers! (❁´◡`❁) (only brought up like,, twice... oopsie!!)

— TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW.

Law is a doctor, so of course he knows what to do when it comes to his boyfriend!

Always reminds you ta take off your binder if he notices that you've had it on for too long, and makes sure you take your T-shots on time!

If you've already had top surgery, your scars are somethin he's absolutely smitten over.

Genuinely, when you two getting ready for bed he always prefers you with your shirt off because something about your scars (or your body in general) s'so attractive ta him ??

Bein a doctor, he's always available ta do any surgery you want him to, as long as he knows the safest way to do it so you don't get hurt!

Law sat at his desk, a cup of coffee next to a pile of books with a lamp close by to illuminate what he was reading. He grumbles slightly, rubbing his eyes and taking a sip of his coffee.

You walk out of the bathroom with one of Law's button-ups and shorts, lazily rubbing your eyes and walking up to where your boyfriend is.

"You're a doctor and still won't go to sleep early?" You mumble into his neck as your arms wrap around his shoulder. He takes a deep sigh and lets his book down, bringing his hands up to rub against your arms.

Before you know it you've switched places with the book he was reading, now on his desk with a slightly confused expression, slowly turning into one of worry when you're finally able to see your boyfriend's face.

His eye bags have gotten worse and his posture makes him look like he's a shrimp. "Law..." You mumble worrily. He interrupts you with a hug, burying his head right underneath your surgery scars (that he did for you).

With a sigh, you pull him closer and rub his hair gently, feeling all the stress leaving his body. Law has always been one to overwork himself and not know when to stop, especially before letting go of his ties to Doflamingo.

"Do you want me to ask the others to get you tea?" You ask tentatively, keeping your voice soft just in case he's close to falling asleep.

He just grumbles and squeezes you closer, his tattooed fingers drawing air images on your pecs. "...warm..."

Giggling at Law's words, you press a kiss on his head and wrap your legs around his torso. The two of you stay together in comfortable silence until you feel his hands slowly fall from your chest and his breathing even out.

With a tiny smile, you use your devil fruit abilities to gently move the two of you onto the bed, situating yourselves so you don't wake Law up.

As you place the blankets over your bodies, you hear Law mumble something about a person named 'Corazon' and how the person was meeting his boyfriend—you— for the first time.

You place a soft kiss on his forehead, letting out a small giggle as he instantly squeezes you closer and buries his face in your chest.

No one would've thought the 'Surgeon of Death' Trafalgar D. Law was a cuddle bug at night.

Except you, of course.

— EUSTASS "CAPTAIN" KIDD. | DISCLAIMER: mentions of periods/mainly about gettin your period unexpectedly 'round Kidd, might be triggers f'some transmascs !! ヾ(＠⌒︶⌒＠)ノ

He genuinely doesn't care/didn't know that you're trans,,?

Tha first time he saw you with a binder on/saw your top surgery scars he didn't think much of it, genuinely thought they were battle scars.

It was only when he told Killer about them that his first mate told him in the most deadpanned and serious tone that they weren't battle scars.

n'he's so confused like ??? what are they then ???

After Killer explains what those scars mean he just,, doesn't care ?? All he came up with was that they're still battle scars, just not the same kind of battle.

His view of you doesn't change in the slightest, in his eyes you're still his boyfriend just with added customizations.

"Bath's fuckin hot," Eustass grumbled behind you, his metal arm wrapped around your waist as the scent of marshmallows wafted through the bathroom.

You relax into Eustass' boobs chest with a content sigh, letting all the tension in your body wash away with the bath. Through your daze, you hear Eustass grumble about how he forgot to bring his nail polish close so he could do his nails while resting.

With small movements of your finger, the bottle drops on your boyfriend's head, causing him to wince. "Fuck you." He mutters under his breath as he splashes some water in your direction, narrowly avoiding your face. "Love you too, captain."

You're sure Eustass rolls his eyes at that, mumbling something about how insufferable you were as he no doubt made a metal structure to help paint his nails as his other hand was occupied with holding his boyfriend.

Either you blacked out or took a small nap because before you knew what was happening, Eustass was shaking you awake with slight anger in his eyes, though you can easily make it it's all a facade because that's how he looks when you're hurt during missions. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt? You're fuckin bleeding everywhere."

Not all the way there yet, you look around trying to find the spot you're bleeding from because you don't remember getting any injuries that could cause bleeding to worry Eustass. He's gotten and seen his fair share of wounds anyway.

That's when you notice the blood is coming from between your legs, staining your previously relaxing shower with red. Embarrassment floods your mind as you shift away from him so the blood doesn't get everywhere.

""[Name]? You alright? If it hurts that bad I could call Killer or somethin—"

"No!" You say instinctively as your mind wracks to figure out a way to sort this out. "I'm okay, can you just... leave me alone for a few minutes?"

Eustass stares at you as if you've got two heads. "While you're bleedin' out? Just tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help, yanno?"

Your lips stay shut as more wetness flows down your thigh. You've dated Eustass for a while now, it's just the first time you've openly had your period around him—which shouldn't have happened in the first place since it's two days early.

Kidd is a naturally perceptive person around you. He likes knowing what things to avoid and never bring up, and what things you could talk about for hours, so he's made sort of a guess as to what's happening, but he doesn't want to bring it up in case you were uncomfortable.

Either way, though, you looked as if you were going to explode even if he left, so he decided to take the gamble anyway. "Is it that thing where you're like,, shedding?"

You turn to stare at Eustass with a blank face. "...Shedding?"

"You know! Like the thing where like you're ready to get pregnant and shit— I don't fuckin know what it's called!" The man grumbles, trying his best to push aside his embarrassment to make sure you're okay. "Still, don't you gotta get cleaned up and shit? Not sure it's healthy to stay in a bath of your own blood."

"All the more reason you should leave, Eustass." You mumble under your breath, yelping slightly when he lifts you up and lets all the water drain out, turning on the shower to help you get clean. "Naw, think I'm good here. Wouldn't be a very good boyfriend if I left, would I?"

Realizing nothing you'd do or say was going to let him leave, you let him do whatever it was he needed to do that made him a 'good boyfriend'.

He took a shower with you, practically not letting you move a muscle until he was sure all the blood was off you. When you two were done, he tossed an extra big towel on your head before leaving to go get a few things from the kitchen.

You quickly got situated, putting on your clothes and other needed accessories before landing on Eustass' bed, hands over your tummy as pain surged from your lower half.

You hoped that sleep would get its grubby hands on you quickly so you wouldn't have to deal with it alone. As if it was mocking you, a harsher tingle worked its way up your body, eliciting a small whimper out of you.

A few minutes later, Eustass walks in with a cup of hot tea and other snacks. "Dunno what you wanted so I grabbed anythin'. You alright?"

You nod, even though you know you aren't; and by the look on your captain's face, he knows you're lying too. He doesn't pry though, only sets your body between his legs and your head on his chest, handing you the cup. "Careful, s'hot."

"Killer said I'm supposed to make sure you're well hydrated and shit, so you don't die."

You sip down the tea gingerly, stifling a giggle. "I'm not sure I'll die from cramps, Kidd."

"It's what he said! I don't know how this shit works." Eustass rolls his eyes and pulls you closer, using all the metal in his room to make a miniature version of himself and you for entertainment.

With a small content smile, you relax against your boyfriend, holding the arm he had on the lower half of your stomach. "I think whatever it is you're doing is working just fine, Kidd. Thank you."

His cheeks turn as red as his signature lipstick, rolling his eyes and trying to play it off. "Whatever, it's the least I could do for you. Even if you're annoying."

"Mhmm, I love you too Eustass."

— MONKEY D. LUFFY.

Almost like Eustass, but 10x worse.

If you wear a binder and he sees it, he's like "why do you have two shirts on ????"

And if you have surgery scars, he thinks it's the best thing ever that you two have matching (not really) torso scars!

When he asks Chopper why you suddenly get sick every month, the doctor looks at him with wide eyes,, he doesn't know ???

Chopper, just tells him to ask Robin, who tells him with a kind face to ask someone else.

Ends up asking the entire crew as his frown slowly gets deeper because why is everyone keeping a secret about you—his husband (you two aren't engaged at all)— from him ?!?!?

Demands Sanji to tell him after running around the Sunny for the tenth time, and he's just like... "Ohhhhh! Wait, why was everyone hiding that from me?????"

He just realizes you're like Yamato but the only difference s'that you two are dating!

The place smelled like a hospital, your brain foggy as you try to feel your surroundings.

Your eyes slowly open as you try to sit up—a stinging pain from your chest sending electricity through your body. "Oh, you're awake! Has everything settled down yet?" A voice asks from a chair nearby, though all you can make out from the shape is a comically large blue hat and a pair of antlers, right beside another comically large hat with black spots dotted around it.

Groggily, your eyes trail down to look at yourself, trying to find the source of the pain flowing through your body. That's when you see the bandages around your chest with tubes underneath them.

The realization hits you like a brick. Your surgery, the days spent stressing as the date got closer, the surgery. "Chopper? Is it— did the surgery go okay?"

The reindeer smiles and it feels contagious. Law stands up with a huff, throwing a mask in the bin and using his devil fruit to replace himself with Luffy.

Luffy looks a bit disoriented for a bit, relaxing when he realizes where he is. Then, he locks eyes with you and you think he cracked the biggest smile you've ever seen on his face. "[Name]!"

Before he gets the chance to throw his body at you, Chopper switches to Human Point to punch him in the head, quickly reverting back to look at you with serious eyes. "Yes, the surgery went well, but there are some things you can't do for a while."

You nod your head feverishly, gripping the sheets as you try not to squeal from excitement.

Chopper explains how you should avoid doing any strenuous activity, like fighting and training. Making an extra point to tell you not to let Luffy drag you into dangerous situations. He says that you still have to do mild exercising, i.e moving around and maybe going on slight jogs but nothing too over the top like Zoro's training.

Finally, he gives you and Luffy time alone; excusing himself to go talk with Law about some doctor-thing you couldn't give two shits about.

When the door clicks shut, Luffy sits in front of you— his expression blank but his eyes focused on the bandages around your chest. "This means you don't have to do the binding thing anymore, right?"

You nod.

"And, you're happy about it?"

You nod again.

Luffy stares at it for a bit longer, raising up a finger to poke it slightly. A small wince forces its way out of your mouth. The wounds were still fresh after all, it hurt like a bitch. Luffy apologizes with a small peck as his usual happy-go-lucky expression forms on his face. "Wanna know what I just thought of?"

You can't help the grin that forms on your face, cocking your head playfully. "What did you think of, Luffy?"

"We have matching scars now! Shishishishi!" Luffy smiles even wider (if that's possible) and grabs your hands to hold it against his. You notice that he isn't as hyper as he is normally, and in the back of your mind, a fondness spreads through you when you realize it's because of Chopper's warnings.

"You're still so pretty, you know?" Luffy whispers, as he cautiously climbs on top of your body, stating himself so he stays clear of your chest, as much as he wants to lie down and rest his head there.

A warm flush spreads across your face as your fingers comb through Luffy's hair. He shifts up and presses a quick peck on your lips, giggling as he does it again but on your cheek. "My husband is soo handsome!"

"Lu.." You trail on, giggling as you rest your hands on top of his. "We aren't even married—"

"Yet!" He interrupts sharply. "We aren't married yet! And when we do, we'll have a big wedding and invite everyone! Oh, oh, and we'll have Sanji cook meat! With a meat cake, and meat wedding rings, and meat desserts, and meat—"

You interrupt him with a kiss, running your hand through the back of his head as your fingers slightly brush against the straws of his hat. You pull away with a dopey grin on your face and Luffy stares back at you with one equally as dorky. "Just promise you'll marry me soon, okay, Luffy?"

"Shishishi, of course, I will!"

—PORTGAS D. ACE. | DISCLAIMER: mentions of period cramps and [NAME] thinking that period cramps doesn't make him a man anymore ! (>'-'<)

He's surprisingly quick to figure it out!

From the random getting "sick" moments every month, to the refusal to let him hug you from behind, he pieced everything together easily.

After all, he grew up around Izo and a very supporting crew!

The first person he asked about it was his pops. He didn't know if he was supposed ta tell you up front or let you tell him yourself!

Dunno what he thought was gunna happen, Whitebeard jus sent him off to Marco or fuckin Teach. Whitebeard might be good at a buncha things, but anything romantic was not his strong suit.

After a bunch of nothing from Marco, and actual advice from Izo, he figured out how he'd do it.

Ace had his hat resting on his nape, yawning as he walked into the room he shared with his boyfriend. "Love? Are you in here?"

He notices the top of your head from under the covers but you're hunched up, curled into the sheets, and cuddling a pillow for dear life. Worrily, he climbs into the bed with you and holds your shoulder. "Love? Are you sick again?"

Meekly, you nod. Trying to keep your discomfort under wraps. Ace already had things to deal with trying to become 2nd Division Commander, he didn't need his boyfriend annoying him about cramps.

Not that Ace knew you were trans—or at least you hoped he didn't know. You don't even know if he would accept you. After all, men don't get period cramps.

You sniffle, trying to keep those thoughts out of your head, but you can't help it. What if Ace finds out and decides you're too disgusting to be near him? What if he doesn't think you're a real man? Would he be angry that you deceived him? That you made him live a lie for the past three years?

The thoughts don't feel like they're stopping now—it's already gone out of hand. What if he told Whitebeard and he decided to throw you overboard for making a lie out of his son?

Not that Whitebeard would ever call you that, you aren't even sure if you are a man.

"...Love, love can you look at me? You're hyperventilating right now, do I need to call Marco?"

You quickly shake your head, trying to stop the tears from flowing but everything feels like it's too much, or like you're overstimulated. The cramps hurt and your mind won't shut up about lying to Ace about three years, three years of hurt, love, and everything in between, wasted because you couldn't tell him something with your chest.

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry Ace!" You sob, instinctively curling into his warm chest and trying to stop being a crybaby. Ace has dealt with more serious things, having been the son of Gol D. Roger and struggling to find out if he deserves to live.

You being whiny over something that was entirely your fault wasn't something you wanted to bother him with, but it doesn't look like you have much of a choice. "What is it? C'mon love, deep breaths okay? Breathe with me, inhale..."

Your lungs expand as you take a deep breath in, following Ace's instructions. You try to focus on something else, the warmth of his body, how his hands are slightly dry from his devil fruit, the soft waves hitting the ship in a soft ambiance, anything to stop thinking of those unsavory thoughts.

When Ace notices you've calmed down, he places you in the middle of his legs, his hands resting on the lower half of your tummy as he rubs gently; the heat adds an extra layer of comfort, even if he wasn't aware of it. "Do you wanna talk about it, Love? We can just go to sleep and cuddle, if you want."

Ace is worried, obviously so. You rarely have breakdowns like that and a part of him thinks it's his fault. "I'm not a man..." He hears you coarsely whisper as your bloodshot eyes stare into the bedsheets.

"What do you mean, love?"

He watches you sniffle, trying to recollect yourself before you start speaking again. "I was, born a woman. And as much as I tell myself, real men don't get periods, they don't have breasts and they don't have—"

"But... you think of yourself as a man, do you not?" The man behind you asks softly as he spreads his fingers against your tummy.

A nod.

"Then that's what you are. No more of this 'real man' shit, if you say you're a man, then that's who you are. Izo's a man, and he had periods before... well, before doing whatever it was Marco did to him, but no one out and started calling him a girl anytime he did get them, right?"

You feel your chest start to tighten again, but you nod. Albeit shakily.

Ace intertwines one of your hands together, lifting you up so you're resting in his lap and pressing his cheek against yours. "Then why would I not love you, even if you were trans? I fell in love with you, because you're you. For fucks sake, you could be a cat and I'd still love you; but then I'd have to be a cat too so we could be cat boyfriends... Yeah, we'd definitely be boyfriends in every universe— imagine it!" He says excitedly as stars practically shine in his eyes.

"We could be um... birds, cats, dogs, the sun, and the moon! Ooo, we could be food too! Like salt and pepper, or—"

"You'd still... love me? No matter what I was?" You ask shyly, craning your neck so you could look him in the eyes.

He cocks his head. "Did you not just hear me say I'd love you even if you were a pepper shaker? Dummy, you've gotta get your hearing checked!" He presses a plethora of kisses on your cheek, only pulling away when you've been turned into a blushing and giggling mess.

"Yes, I'd love you no matter what you were. You'll be my boyfriend forever, you know? Never gettin' rid of me, love!"

You giggle, letting Ace continue his kiss attack on your face. "Like anyone could get rid of the infamous 'fire-fist Ace'."

He grins, one so bright it makes you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place. "Got that right! Now c'mon, let's cuddle and think about each other as cat boyfriends in our dreams, I've gotta fight Marco tomorrow to decide who's the better fire user!"

You shake your head. "Ace, love of my life, Marco is a phoenix, not a fire user."

"Ah, tomato, tomatoe, who cares!" He blows a raspberry, taking off his hat and placing it on the bedside table, not letting go of his hold on you once. He shifts the position so he's spooning you, his warm hand still on the spot your cramps hurt the most.

He presses a kiss to the back of your head. "Night, Love."

And before you can say goodnight back, Ace is already snoring asleep beside you.

[ace-inthehole]

Soap asking trans male reader "Is that a gun in yer pocket or are ye just happy to see me" and reader staring directly into Soap's eyes and replies with a "Both."

[anystalker707]

Admiring your top surgery scars

Pairings: Vinsmoke Sanji x [ftm] Reader Roronoa Zoro x [ftm] Reader Portgas D. Ace x [ftm] Reader Summary: Headcanons about them admiring your top surgery scars Tags: All of them are very loving and sweet about it / Sanji is all careful and delicate / Poor Zoro someone give him a hug / Ace is totally boyfriend material

Inspired on this post by @gumgumslip

MASTERLIST

Vinsmoke Sanji

• The first time Sanji saw those, he was intrigued. Not intrigued as in confused, no—he knew what the scars that laced your chest and traced along the underside of your pecs meant. He was intrigued, as in… fascinated, his thoughts incited about it and trying to understand more about you through a single detail

• You probably didn’t even know he noticed. You were just being cared for by Chopper, sitting shirtless on the ground while being bandaged to cover the wounds from the last fight. You were unaware of your surroundings while listening to Chopper’s recommendations or maybe just talking with him about something else, really. Sanji didn’t know because his mind was somewhere else

• That just became something in the back of Sanji’s mind, a mere detail he wouldn’t give much thought to—at least until he was alone with you

• The rest of the crew was away on an island. You sat on Sanji’s lap while making out with him, lips moving slowly against each other in a loving motion while you enjoyed your time together in the room of that random inn. Your fingers held onto the back of his neck, another hand on his shoulder for support as he had his arm around you for support and a hand on your thigh

• It was out of instinct, really. Sanji hadn’t given it too much thought when he slipped his fingers under your shirt, grazing your hip in a silent request, but the way you tensed up made him remember it all. Hell.

• You pulled away, observing Sanji for a moment. He knew you were pondering something because of the look in your eyes, so he said nothing, only giving you the time you needed. His hands didn’t move, frozen on your hip

• Eventually, you shifted and tugged on the bottom of your shirt to pull it over your head—Sanji hesitated, wanting to stop you or just say something, but he really couldn’t. Maybe you didn’t know he knew, and he wouldn’t screw things up

• It was silent, only the sound of your shirt hitting the ground cut through the thick silence of the room, and your gazes were still locked together as you waited for Sanji. You waited for his reaction without saying anything, not demonstrating anything through your expression, only looking back at Sanji

• It felt so wrong for Sanji to have known it all this time, but he just couldn’t ignore it now because he knew it was important to you and the scars weren’t just a detail. He wouldn’t dismiss the sign of such an indispensable point in your life as if it were nothing, no. He would cherish it and give you the love you deserved

• His lips were inches below your collarbones, grazing over the skin and feeling every detail of it, every dent and battle scar, the little bumps that showed up because of how gentle his touches were

• Soon enough, Sanji was kissing the scars, giving every inch of scarred skin the love it deserved

• His hands were warm and firm on your waist to hold you in place while he kissed the scars. His mustache and goatee scratched your skin, tickling it in a way that made you sometimes squirm, your hands tight around his shoulders. Your hands ended up tangled in the bedsheets, though, as Sanji shifted and let you carefully fall back to the bed as he got on top of you

• Sanji didn’t remember ever addressing the scars so directly or bluntly, no—he never really felt the need to. He commented about it just as often as he commented about your other scars, occasionally applying cream to them during self-care nights or reminding you to use sunscreen because dry skin worsens the scars

• Still, Sanji would often find himself tracing your scars absentmindedly when he lay with you in bed, head resting on your shoulder while his fingers ran along the uneven and off-colored lines that traced your chest

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

Roronoa Zoro

• To be honest, Zoro didn’t know what those scars meant, at first. He wasn’t very aware of those matters—gender and sexuality weren’t ever things he put too much thought into because, in his opinion, people were the way they were, and he didn’t have a say in that

• But then he saw you, his partner, shirtless for the first time

• He had to ask Sanji or Nami—maybe even Robin—about it to get a proper grasp of the situation. Nami and Sanji might even curse at Zoro for being so clueless sometimes, but everyone will gladly help him

• “Zoro,” you called him one day when you were at the beach, “can you put sunscreen on my back?” And those were enough to make Zoro nervous because he was never confident or at least okay about facing situations that didn’t require strength or swords, even knowing it was you, and you were always gentle with him

• You sat in front of Zoro on the main deck, and Zoro put sunscreen on your back, carefully and gently, but in an unusual silence that bothered you. Once he was finished, you had that worried look on his face that immediately sent his thoughts running, and fuck, Zoro didn’t know how to be discreet, so his eyes couldn’t stop running over your chest no matter how much he tried

• There was some panic on your face as you observed Zoro, lips pressed together in a thin line and hands clenched into fists while you held your breath. Zoro’s heart stopped in his chest for a moment, afraid you’d get the wrong idea and never want to talk with him again

• Calm down, he reminded himself and repeated in his mind the talk he had with his crewmates. It took Zoro a few moments, but he eventually made a sound, trying his best to voice his thoughts in the best way possible. He didn’t know exactly what to say, but he did his best. He would get the message through, even if it required more than words

• “It’s okay,” Zoro finally breathed, ignoring your uncertainty and pulling you to his lap. He wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing his face to your neck and slowly constructing the comfort both of you needed so much

• You slowly relaxed in his arms, hugging him in return and sighing

• Something about the scars fascinated Zoro so much. He loved them. He would observe and trace them at every opportunity, not caring about how it could make you flustered. Damn, he would kiss them if he wanted to.

• It was almost automatic, the way his hands would fly to your chest when you sat on his lap with your back to him

• The scars were definitely top on the list of things he loved about you

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

Portgas D. Ace

• Ace knew about it before he even started dating you, so you knew he was okay with it from the start

• He was always so touchy, so it didn’t change when it came to the scars. He wouldn’t trace them whenever he could, but rather in moments where he could appreciate your body properly and give it the attention it needed. He worships every single thing about you, every inch of your body

• Ace commented about it just like he commented about the rest of your body, bringing out every single detail that made you even more perfect, in his opinion

• Certainly the type of guy to stare at you and doze out while thinking, and when you’re shirtless, he’s certainly staring at your chest while diving into daydreams

• “Look,” Ace talked to you while you were changing, “I’m not saying you should go on a date with me on the next island, but you sh—” “Ace, stop touching my chest.” “Don’t cut me off, (y/n), this is important.”

• You rolled your eyes, stopping changing and letting Ace continue touching the scars while talking to you

• Also, if you were feeling down, Ace probably would have you on his lap, chest pressed to your back as both of you faced a mirror, and he listed everything he liked about you, worshiping every detail. It included the scars

• Something about his sweet voice in your ear, while his hands ran up and down your torso, was just enough to have you melting into his touch

• Then his fingers traced your scars, and you were just so in love with him, blushing and groaning softly at the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[selineram3421]

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[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ TWO AGAINST ONE: PORTGAS D. ACE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Ace makes the mistake of eating one of your pregnant husband's sweets, you, now he needs to somehow earn her forgiveness. However, it seems that in this dispute, your son has already chosen who his favorite father will be."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MALE READER, FTM READER, TRANS MASC READER, PREGNANT MALE READER, MEN PREGNANT, BIOLOGICAL PREGNANCY, GAY RELATIONSHIP, Reader is a little dramatic, pregnancy dramas, unnamed baby but is a boy, Ace and you are married, Ace is a golden retriever and you're mean to him (just a little), Ace is a perfect dad and husband

꒰ WC ꒱ : 917

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Wow, more babies! Hahah who would have thought... Okay I wanted to say that it's the last baby story but it's not, At least next time I'll try to post another topic or you'd start to think I'm weird. The post was supposed to be yesterday and it was also supposed to be a late ask, but the ask is 7k words long and I'm having a serious problem translating it, so I'm going to post this other story today so I can have more time, enjoy!

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"Love, honey, my husband, my man, my sweet, forgive me." Your husband, Ace, whimpered beside you as you lay on the reclining sofa, covered in pillows and with a soft blanket over your huge belly. You had an irritated expression and crossed arms, purposely ignoring him and pretending to pay attention to the television.

"I'm not talking to you," you snorted irritably, and if your feet weren't swollen and your legs weren't aching, you would have kicked his ass out of the house.

"I swear, I didn't know it was your chocolate! I thought it was mine... I'm sorry, my love," he was kneeling on the sofa next to you, his hands clasped together begging for forgiveness, and his puppy eyes were so sad that anyone would have accepted his apologies.

Anyone, except you. No, no, you were a pregnant man dealing with a very active baby and hormones so out of whack that you seemed like a ticking time bomb. You definitely wouldn't forgive your husband for eating the last of your chocolate stash. Especially because it was Sunday! The store that sold your favorite, expensive, artisanal chocolate only opened on Tuesdays. You would have to go two days without your chocolate because of your husband's stupidity in not checking who the chocolate belonged to before swallowing it!

Okay, you weren't exactly craving chocolate in the past few days, and that one had been stored for a long time... But that doesn't change the fact that he shouldn't have eaten it!

"I swear I'll buy the whole store for you to forgive me! Please, don't pout at me like that," he whined again as he lovingly rubbed your arm. Ace hated hurting you, no matter how small the reason. Now that you were pregnant, he tried his best to make you live in paradise, as he was extremely worried when he found out that stress could cause serious complications in pregnancy. Although Marco and Law tried to explain that it had to be an absurd amount of stress, he practically didn't listen and accepted as an absolute truth that even the smallest amount of stress was a deadly risk for you and the baby!

"I hate you," you murmured irritably, and your frustrated pout grew. You didn't like arguing with Ace and usually didn't care so much about something like this, but those damn hormones made you go crazy. One moment you were crying, and the next you were trying to set the house on fire with Ace inside. Then, you would go back to normal as if everything were fine. You could only think that this was Ace's punishment for taking so long to propose to you.

"What can I do to make you forgive me, my king?" he sighed and sat closer to you, kissing your arm and then trying to kiss your cheek, which resulted in you moving away. "You're breaking your poor husband's heart."

"I'll ask for a divorce if you keep annoying me," you said, trying to stay strong, although you were almost giving up on arguing and just getting lost in Ace's warm embrace.

"Ouch... So cruel," he whimpered and carefully laid on your belly, then gently stroked it, giving kisses on the shirt you were wearing. "Come on, little guy, help your old man make peace with your daddy. He'll put me to sleep on the couch if he stays like this," he whimpered, trying to get help from his unborn child.

Before you could reprimand Ace again, a kick was felt by both of you... Your baby had just kicked exactly where Ace's head was, making him startle and jump from the slight blow he received, causing both of you to widen your eyes in shock.

"Our son just kicked me?" he asked, confused and incredulous about the situation.

"Humph, looks like it's two against one now," you smiled triumphantly as you caressed your belly. "Our son is smart, he knows that this daddy here is the only one whose right," you continued teasing Ace, already feeling your mood improve and the anger dissipating.

"This is unfair! The two men in my life are ganging up against me!" he crossed his arms with a pouting expression.

"Think twice before eating my sweets next time," you shrugged. "You heard the baby, today Daddy Ace sleeps on the couch," you laughed, feeling some gentle kicks from your baby, as if he really agreed with you.

"This little rascal will have to deal with me when he's born... Stealing my husband, I was here before you," he muttered childishly as he glared at your belly. "And you, mister grumpy husband, I'm going to squeeze and kiss you until you're forced to forgive me! And if you try to kick me out of our room, I'll cry at the door like a stray dog," Ace made his threat, and before you could disagree, he threw himself on top of you, covering your face with kisses as he hugged you tightly. All you could do was laugh, feeling ticklish from his kisses. You didn't usually get mad at your husband so often, but if it meant having him as a repentant little puppy trying to win your forgiveness through affection and love... Maybe you would start getting mad more often, especially if your son would help you.

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[punkeropercyjackson]

'Hobie is totally a skater boy'Hobie kills fascists

[loganwritesprobably]

First Meetings with.. (One Piece Edition)

Part two with Zoro, Robin and Luffy Part three with Crocodile, Mihawk and Buggy Part four with Benn, Shanks and Smoker

A tumblr exclusive collection of little reader insert drabbles - these won't be going on my AO3, these are just for the feral people of this wonderful hellscape

Requests are open for x reader things! I will write basically ANY kind of reader - male, female, non-binary, gender neutral, trans, disabled, black, white, latino, asian, neurodivergent, etc

I'll probably do more over time but here's three to start with - Ace, Law and Sanji. Readers are all gender neutral, but for Sanji reader is fem presenting (so he would be nice)

"Well hey there gorgeous." A voice said behind you, startling you to the point of hitting your hand against the counter in front of you. You were just minding your business, attempting to buy some food for the week, when some random guy had appeared behind you. You had half a mind to turn around and give him a piece of your mind, when the shopkeeper's eyes widened, and whispered his name. Fire Fist Ace. The pirate. "Who do you think you are?" You asked, turning to face him with a scowl. You wouldn't attack him outright, but you were not happy with the look on his face (now that you could see it) and wouldn't let it go. "Your future boyfriend, hopefully." Ace replied, and you scoffed. You turned back to the shopkeeper and bought your groceries, before making to leave the store. Ace followed behind you closely, making no secret of the fact that he was there.

"Are you lost?" You snarked, rolling your eyes at Ace. He was persistent, you'd give him that. "Oh no, just hoping you'll look at me like that again. You're perfect." "You're disgusting." You grumbled, although you'd certainly never been called perfect before, and in another circumstance you wouldn't be mad about it. "Hey, now that's harsh." Ace replied, but he was laughing as he said it, clearly unphased by your displeasure being directed at him. You took off walking again, not walking toward your place since you didn't exactly want to lead him straight to it.

Ace, to his credit, continued to follow you and eventually began to just talk. He seemed to be able to talk forever, uncaring whether or not you were listening - though you were. He was a pirate, pretty high bounty, almost a warlord, he had a little brother who he was stupid proud of, and an even bigger family waiting for him back on his main ship. "While this is all very nice, are you going to leave me be any time soon?" You asked eventually, back on the main street of the town once again. "Are you going to tell me your name?" That was all? You told him your name, utterly exasperate it. "Well, gorgeous, you'll be seeing more of me soon." With that, he took off in the opposite direction of your home, with a swagger in his step, happy he'd gotten what he wanted. You kind of hoped that you would be seeing him again soon - you liked him, reluctantly.

You weren't even hurt that badly. The guys were gone, and you were managing to stumble home just fine. You had a first aid kit in the kitchen that would be able to patch you up, and then you could go to the doctor when you had the time and had gotten some sleep. It was too late to go see her now.

As you stumbled down the dark street, clutching walls for stability, a man began to approach you. "Fuck off! Not in the mood." You snarled, clutching the broken shard of glass you'd gotten in the fight, a strip of your shirt wrapped around it to protect your hand. "You're injured." The guy stated flatly, and then you'd hit a stalemate. "Duh?" You said, still brandishing the shard in your hand. "I can fix it. I'm a doctor. Don't have to drop the glass, but I'd prefer if you didn't stab me." The supposed doctor drawled. He seemed.. familiar. Something about him just sparked recognition in the back of your mind, and that put you a little on edge. "You're familiar - why?" You questioned, shuffling backward to get a little further away from him while you waited on his answer. "I'm Trafalgar Law. My bounty poster is on the wall you're clutching." The pirate doctor pointed out, nodding toward it. Well, that made sense. Surgeon of death you'd heard him called - so at least that meant he was a doctor right? "Alright. But one wrong move and you'll be needing your own medical care." You threatened, and Law just half nodded. He knelt down in front of you to look at your wound, then pulled some bandages from a pocket in his coat. He wrapped your leg, doing so in complete silence and without hesitation. When he was done, he stood again and grunted as he nodded.

"Should be fine now. It'll hurt to walk still, but less risk of infection." He summarised, stepping around you to continue in the direction he'd been going. "Wait! Why did you do that?" You asked, spinning quickly on your good leg. "You're cute." He said simply, a small smirk on his face. He lifted his hand, said a word you didn't hear, and then in a flash of blue light he was gone.

You'd bumped into him entirely by chance, and gotten talking. He was a nice guy, he was sweet if a little much when it came to women he saw. You didn't mind - you could see that his intentions were good, for the most part. He offered to pay for a drink for you, since you'd narrowly avoided colliding with him outside of a bar, and you'd accepted. He let you order what you wanted, and he paid, not even blinking. It was second nature to him. He was kind, and offered endless compliments that you withstood with a smile on your face - you weren't quite used to such a bombardment of affection.

He disappeared after an hour or so, but returned the next day. You'd tried to ask where he went, but he danced around the question and asked you on an official date. You'd had a nice enough time the day before, and so you agreed.

He took you to a restaurant, it was classier than you usually allowed yourself to go to with a modest amount of money, but it didn't seem to be any object for him. He told you that he wouldn't compromise on good food, and allowed you to order anything you'd like, with no concerns about how many beri it would set him back. It felt nice not to worry about it for once. You ordered starters, then mains, with drinks flowing easily between you, and then a dessert to share to end the experience. You'd been there for hours, but with the money that you'd spent, no waiter could argue.

The conversation between you was easy and light, he was enraptured by your every word, he couldn't help it. He looked at you as if you'd hung the very stars in the sky. "All I've done is talk. I know almost nothing about you." You said to him, and Sanji laughed awkwardly. "I suppose so. But I'm afraid there's not much to tell." He said, and just as you'd been about to argue, a woman with orange hair came bursting into the restaurant calling his name. You looked at him with wide eyes and stood quickly. "No! She's not-" Sanji said hurriedly. "How much of my money was spent on this date?" Nami demanded, fire in her eyes. "I'm so sorry! I didn't realise you were-" You attempted to say to the woman, hoping she wouldn't direct her frightening anger at you. "Oh you're gorgeous. Well played cook, didn't think you had it in you." She praised, and then bewildered confusion fell over you. "Oh Nami, your praise is a balm on my heart." You rolled your eyes and folded your arms, raising an expectant eyebrow as you stared at Sanji, waiting for an explanation. "I'm a pirate. She's our navigator, and.. treasurer I suppose." He explained, and you sighed. "So you're not staying." "I can't." Sanji agreed, with a sad smile and nod. "But we're not leaving for another few days. So have fun while you can." Nami said, giving you a wink and Sanji a firm punch before turning to leave the restaurant.

Fun. You could do that.

[zorosq]

too sexy ; asl

↻ fluff, asl being asl, protective asl, making asl older so i could make asl younger and legal age, reader is 20, the others are older (idk just think of some numbers guys), kinda crack??, im sleepy so this might be bad

↻ pairing ↬asl x fem!reader! x law

anonymous asked: hiiii can i request a one shot where you’re ASLs little sister and laws gf in canon universe and you have a new bounty and there’s a new photo with it and it’s an incredibly sexy bounty photo like namis first one and everyone’s overprotective and freaking out about it bc you just LOOK TOO DAMN GOOD.

a/n this is so funny i cant 😭 btw i used she/her pronounce for yamato bcs its actually confirmed that yamato is not trans??? you can find abt it here btw.

“she’s so pretty...” one of the male said to his friend. sabo took interest in this. what was so interesting that made them gawk at a bounty poster?

“a new bounty?” sabo asked the boys. they looked at sabo and nodded. “yeah it just came out today,” the boy handed it over to sabo.

when he take a look at it, he thought that the girl looks pretty. but when he really takes a good look at it, his eyes widened. “no! nonono!” his hands were quick to ripped the poster into thousands of pieces.

“hey! i wanted to keep that-” the male was cut off when sabo grabbed him by the collar. “don’t you dare keep a poster of my sister,” he scowled.

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the laughter were heard throughout the thousand sunny. it was a usual scene that was caused by no other by the rubber man captain. “oi, luffy!” nami called out.

luffy’s laughter died down and looked at nami with a frown. “what is it nami?” he titled his head to side. “there’s a poster of your sister!” she said excitedly.

the other straw hats were quick to gather around nami to take a look at the poster. “uwaaahhhhh! she’s worth 24,000,000 berries!” luffy exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down.

when sanji caught a glimpse of the poster, his nose bled and he almost passed out from blood lost. the others cheered at your high bounty.

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ace choked on his sake as he looked at your poster. “ace? what’s wrong?” yamato asked. ace looked over at yamato and made a displeased face. “why is my sister naked in this poster?!” he shoved the poster in yamato's face.

“whaaaa- she’s not naked though,” she tilted her head in confusion. “she is! she’s wearing like nami! luffy’s friend!” ace shouted, both of his hands buried in his head as he kept looking at your poster in distressed.

“no. i will find the person who took this picture of her!”

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law chuckled as he looked at your poster. “you’re a good photographer,” you winked at law as you hugged his side. “you were a good model for me,” he smirked.

[m45wood]

I could be dead by tomorrow

Ushijima Wakatoshi x FtM Reader

Summary: You, the schools stoner, find yourself having a crush on the ace of your schools volleyball team. WC: 3.6k

Warnings: Mentions of weed, Cussing, Reader is a self insert, Trans Reader, Neglectful Parents on Readers side, Smoking, Gay, Supportive Parents with Ushijima. A/N: Very based. My writing, as of now, has a pattern but trust i don’t write the same thing 20x🙏 Title based off of Sonder lyrics. [Too Fast] **NOT PROOFREAD**

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To be honest it had been such a simple crush. I mean who wouldn’t find the ace of your own schools volleyball team a little attractive. All the games you saw of them and he was always there scoring points. Unstoppable. A powerful force that should be reckoned with. But let’s be honest, what hope did you have?

You brushed it off and went on with your day. Usual stuff school and home. School and then home. school and then home. The usual schedule. You weren’t a very skilled individual. You weren’t a bad student but you just flew right through everyone’s radar. You smoked here and then but you never got caught. It was more to just help ease off stress or stop insomnia. No club. You didn’t want to have to do anything extra if you didn’t have to and you really stuck by that. You just wanted to graduate high school and then you’ll figure out what you want to do. Now you just want to finish your calculus homework and smoke a little bit of weed.

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The school day had just ended. [Y/N] is walking behind the school. He usually takes this path to his home because it’s quicker and leads straight to his bedroom window. There’s only one problem to the path. The back of the school is also where athletes do their practice at times so if he goes onto the path there is a small percentage of running into one of the athletes practice. [Y/N] took that chance. He always did. It was either that or sweating in his school uniform. And he was not about to start sweating in his school uniform. And just in his favor, not really, he was met face to face with one of their athletes.

“Face to face” wouldn’t be the term, rather ‘pec-to-face’. “I’m so sorry” [Y/N] starts profusely apologizing, bowing at an 45° angle. “It’s alright” the deep husky voice says. [Y/N] straightens his back out. He studies the males face. Brown hair, currently dripping in sweat. Lightly tinted skin, as of now covered in red with sweat. Almost as if he were a siren, [Y/N] is hypnotized by his features leaning towards him almost leaning in for a kiss. “Excuse me” the deep voice abruptly stops [Y/N] current actions. “I apologize once again” [Y/N] says bowing once again, this time out of embarrassment. He goes around the towering figure continuing on his path swiftly out of embarrassment. He finally gets to his bedroom window opens it and jumps in. “What the fuck” [Y/N] thinks to himself.

He had never ran so fast to his home. He was coughing so hard he almost regretted all the smoking he had done. “God damn” He leans against his dresser. His backpack was slammed against his door and he chucked his bag through the window. “Ma I’m home!” He yells from the ground.

“I heard you!” She says back. He chuckles to himself before throwing his shoes into his closet.

“What’s for dinner today?” He says walking towards the kitchenette.

“I’m not sure yet” His mom says cigarette in hand.

He stares at her figure. His mom had never been the best mom. She was here physically. Never emotionally or financially . She was sitting on the couch watching the television.

[Y/N] grabbed a cup of water and chugged it. “I’m going out” he grabs his jacket from his room before turning back around out of the house.

“Don’t forget to go stop by the convenience store” His mother yells at him before he slams the door shut.

Hood up on his jacket, [Y/N] walks with no destination in mind. He mostly just wanted to get out of the house for a smoke. Which he was doing. He had brought his slippers instead of shoes and he was regretting it because he usually dropped ash on his shoe, now it was hitting his bare foot. “Fuck,” He says as some of the ash he flicked off was still a bit lit hit his skin. “God damn it” He rubs off the ash with his sleeve dirtying it even more than it is now.

“You could just wash it off with water” A deep voice says catching [Y/N] off guard. It was the same athlete from earlier. It looked like he was just trying to buy a drink.

“Thanks” [Y/N] says eyeing the athlete. He was tall. 6’2. Brown hair. Brown-olive colored eyes. Muscular build. He definitely looked like an ace of a powerhouse school. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”

“Why would I?”

He had a point. I doubt he even knew who i was before i ran into him. I bet he wouldn’t even have thought twice about me if i hadn’t ran into him almost cinematically. He finally grabs his drink from the machine and sits down on one of the benches. Sweat still lightly trickled down his face and neck. His towel still soaked from rigorous exercise hung on his bag drying. He switched between sipping out of the bottle to resting the bottle on his forehead. [Y/N] realized his staring and looked over to the concrete wall to his other side. Not very interesting to say the least. He sighs and just leans his head against the wall behind him closing his eyes.

“Name?”

“[Y/N]. I know who you are.”

“Hmm…Age?”

“Same as you”

“Sorry”

“It’s okay”

[Y/N] opens his eyes to see the athlete staring at his feet. [Y/N] gets up and wipes the sweat off of his face. “It bothered me” He unzips the jacket after realizing just how wet the sleeve would become. “Here you can use it yourself if that made you uncomfortable”

He nods.

“Okay”

[Y/N] lightly dried off the sweat from his head. He asked before moving towards his neck.

“If you need it any where else you can use it as well” He said just passing the jacket towards him.

“Thanks”

“No problem”

He sat next to him this time in the bench.

“[Y/N]…”

He turned to look at the other male.

“Do you like school?”

“Does anyone like school?”

“Some people do”

“I mean…I wouldn’t say I hate it”

“Then why do you smoke?”

That’s what this had been about. Just curiosity.

He was not into you that’s crazy to think about. That’s just crazy he would never. He would have never and i mean never ever looked my way.

[Y/N] shrugged.

“Takes the stress off of school and life”

“What kinds of stress?”

“Any”

“We have different definitions of stress. What stresses you out?”

“School work. Needing to do enough just to get by. Work. My mom does nothing and my dad left when I was young. Hiding my habits and concerning emails from teachers from my mom.”

“That’s way different to mine”

[Y/N] chuckles. It felt nice to laugh.

“Yeah I guess so. How about you?”

“Me? I just worry about nationals”

“Is it soon?”

He nods.

“We have to win one more match and then we’re guaranteed a spot”

“Don’t we make it every year?”

[Y/N] had never remembered their team losing. They always went to nationals. And won. So why would this stress him out?

“Yes. Still you never know what can happen on that court”

He looked serious. It was almost terrifying.

“Scaring me a bit there Ushi”

The silence was deafening.

“I’m so sorry”

“No it’s okay”

[Y/N] didn’t know why he was still even sitting there next to him. What if someone saw them? What would they think? He stomps out his cigarette before rubbing his hands against his pants.

“Okay well i’m going to go” Y/N says rocking on his feet.

“Hey wait”

[Y/N] turned around to face the male.

“You should come to our game.”

—

[Y/N] was stunned to say the least. The ace of their volleyball team had asked him to go to their game. Who is he to say no? So now [Y/N] was stuck. Well not stuck. He could leave anytime he wants to. But he didn’t want to. He stayed. And watched. He was in up in the stadium. Ushijima looked up to search for [Y/N] during their little warm up. He spotted him in the back. He looked out of place but Ushijima felt his heart swell with happiness. He then focused back on the game at hand.

As the match Shiratorizawa vs Karasuno began more people became swarming in. Because of this [Y/N] had decided to move down to the court. He still wanted a good view but he hated the people surrounding him. He would rather a news reporter than a teenage girl. Trust him. Their screams were deadly. [Y/N] had also sobered up for the match. He wanted to be able to recall this game.

[Y/N] was mesmerized. He knew Ushijima was good. But he never knew just how good he was. And here he was showing off with all his glory. It had [Y/N] stomach do turns. If he hadn’t called before he definitely had now. It was hard not to. [Y/N] knew he was gay. He just didn’t know who else was gay. And he struggled with that profusely so he usually didn’t try with anyone. He especially knew, though, that Ushijima did not look like the gay type. [Y/N] left the game sad to say the least.

Well sad is a strong word. Upset. Mild distress. Empathetic. They had lost. Everyone was surprised. Even the winners. It was a big shocker to everyone. Even down to the announcers. [Y/N] met Ushijima’s eyes. He smiled. He had never seen him smile before. If he hadn’t needed to throw up earlier he sure did now.

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Great game out there”

“Thanks”

A red haired male came up to you. And i mean red. Bright red. Dyed red. He comes up to you wide-eyed looking between you and Ushijima.

“Are you going to introduce us?” Tendou asks turning to Ushijima.

“Tendou this is [Y/N] a friend. [Y/N] this is Tendou my teammate” Tendou glares at Ushijima before reaching his hand out.

“Nice to meet you [Y/N]”

“Nice to meet you too”

—

“When’s the wedding?” Tendou was known to tease the two of you. It didn’t help your case at all.

If it hadn’t been obvious you had a crush on Ushijima. Always had. You guys had been friends in elementary school. Then you transitioned. You don’t think he remembers. He hasn’t said anything about it. He also treats you like as if he doesn’t know you. You didn’t have the courage to tell him either. It was just odd. It didn’t feel like it was needed to be said and you were scared on how he might react.

Ushijima never seemed to catch on. In his defense he is a very forgetful person. Not that forgetful but he also doesn’t catch onto cues. Especially Tendous teasing. He just always explained how you two have a platonic relationship. Behind doors? When you weren’t there? He agreed. He liked you back. No matter how clueless you think he is he finds ways to surprise you. He was clueless in the sense he never caught on to your feelings. But he knew who you were. He always knew. He didn’t mind. Whatever mind he’s friend happy. He was a simple man. He was just finding the courage to finally confess to you because he hates having to hide this from you. He’s not one to hide things from you. He’s very upfront about everything. You keep having to remind him you politely don’t care/don’t need to know that.

Tendou fed up with your awkwardness and Ushijimas blatant idiocy, told on both of you. To each other.

“He likes you back”

Those simple words from Tendou mouth made you both want to punch yourself in the face. Tendou had told Ushijima this morning while he told you during lunch.

“What?”

“Yup”

“No”

“Yes”

Tendous cheshire like smile spread across his face making you second guess his words.

“You better not be playing with me”

“I would never”

You glare at him.

“Well fuck what do I do?”

“Confess. Kiss him. I don’t know”

You send him another glare that has him bugging off.

“[Y/N]? Can we have a moment?” Ushijima asks looking at Tendou to leave.

“Don’t have to tell me twice” He squeezes your shoulder. ‘Good luck’ he mouths.

“Hey”

He just eyes you.

You slowly get up from the bench.

“I like you”

“Straight to the point okay-“

He cuts you off. ”I’ve liked you since we were 5 years old playing in the sand box. And i still like you now even if we aren’t 5 years old playing in a sandbox or rather we are now surviving high schools awkward years. And i want to be able to say that i confessed to my crush. I want to at least leave high school knowing i haven’t been a coward hiding away from my feelings” He pulls out two smalls flowers from behind him. They look comically small in his hands.

“Ushi…You’re so stupid” He was sweating. What do you mean? He’s nervous. What is this? His chest is tightening. His eyes feel like they’re about to cry.

“You’re ,basically in my eyes, the best volleyball player ever. How could i not fall for you?” You say.

“Huh” He was shocked. Happy. But surprised. He was sure you were about to just reject him. He swears his heart just broke.

“I like you too”

He smiles. He giggles.

It was such a shock.

You giggle with him. He pulls you into a hug.

“Thank You”

“Thank You, Ushi”

——

“Finally!” Tendou yells. You three were now walking to the locker rooms. “I swear if i hadn’t said anything nothing would’ve happened” Tendou says bragging opening the locker room’s door.

“I’ll wait in the gym” You say.

On certain days you would stay during practice. The team had come to know you with time. You being friends, now boyfriends but they’ll find out in time, with their captain who rarely has friends outside the team was a nice surprise. They all adored you. You sometimes hid other times blatantly walked in. Depending on which coach is training the athletes. Today [Y/N] was sneaking in. Which he usually did and was *not so* surprisingly good at. He leapt into the window. All the practice with his own window helped him out. He successfully made it in hidden by some nets. He got himself out of the nets and was now behind the bleachers. Out of breath from the climbing he had to do he laid on the floor. Dirty but he couldn’t care less.

“[Y/N], what are you doing?” Ushijima comes up to you and sees you laying.

“Oh hey sorry. Jumped through the window” You say sitting up pointing towards the window.

“You and jumping through windows i swear” He says. You smile at him. “Come” He gives you his hand.

“Thank you” You say teasing him slightly.

“Oi Ushijima!” Tendou yells at him from the other side of the gym finally seeing. “Oh [Y/N] here. Guys!”

“Tendou,” He nods towards the team. You glance at your boyfriend.

“We telling them?” You ask softly.

He hums.

Your grip on his hand loosens. He tightens it and smiles again you reassuringly.

You smile back up at him before a voice draws your attention.

“Just say it don’t do it” Tendou says with a grossed out face. The team confused look at him and then over to the two of you.

Holding hands. With such loving eyes.

“WHAT””HUH””AHHH””¥6000 less richer”

“Did you guys make bets?” You ask.

They all nod.

“Oh my…”

“Yes. We’re dating” Ushijima says.

They all look at him. He looks very tense.

“Loosen up” You say to him. He looks back at you.

He softly nods. He goes down to hug you. With no other option you hug him back hoping his teammates leave you two alone.

Before you know it they all surround you. Bombarding you two in questions.

——

Before you told the team let alone Tendou you had gone a few dates.

They were awkward but sweet. Ushijima did not know when you were flirting with him. You finally realized that he wasn’t rude he was just very confused. It was endearing. He was always a gentlemen. Held the door for you. Refused to let you pay. His family was well off so it only made sense. He wasn’t controlling. He knew that if you didn’t want to be with him you would most likely leave. He knew you. You’re not the type to be with someone you don’t like. He likes that about you. He liked many things about you.

He was falling for you. Absolutely falling. Face first and everything. You think he’d be against your smoking and he was. But he understood at the same time. He didn’t like the fact you smoked but he didn’t mind the fact you smoked. You weren’t a heavy smoker. You never smoked around him. It’s the one thing that has been brought up many times. It was the one thing people thought you two would break up over.

To be honest it hasn’t been a problem in your relationship. It’s something that’s apart of you and he knows that. He loves you too. He was obsessed with everything about you. Being the son of such a prominent figure you think his parents would be mad at him dating a boy, a trans boy at that, who is seen as a ‘delinquent’ at school. They weren’t. They knew their son. So they gave you a chance. And they were happily surprised. You’re a well-mannered kid. You had flipped a switch on your cussing but nothing about you changed changed. You were still you. He liked that. So did his parents.

——

You both had been through a lot. Graduated high school. Ushijima went pro. You?

You had first found yourself at college. What for? Nothing you just kind of explored. You found yourself in strange situations. House fire, mental institution, hotels, motels, random jazz bars. Then one of your friends called you with a job opportunity. You took it. You were barely getting by. You secured the position. Honestly you might’ve lied on your resume, you totally did, but you did good. It was a great job for you. You worked hard. You were a good worker if you tried. It’s just you rarely tried. Only when you wanted to. which was rarely. At least as a teen. Moving out of your teens your destined to have some sort of future. Ushijima did that.

Ushijima and you had gone long distance as you both figured out your fitting in the world. Ushijima was focusing on his volleyball career while you figured out what to do. Once you had gotten your position at your new Architect job. Architect makes it sound fancy but rather you helped out the architects. Within the years you found yourself going up the ranks swiftly.

You and Ushijima called regularly. “Ushi! Guess what?”

“Hmm”

“I got promoted!”

“That’s great!” He says as enthusiastically as he can.

“This means they’ll send me to go study! I’ll be getting my Architect degree with them finally” You said basically screaming at your phone.

“That’s amazing, my dear”

“How’s everything over there? Are you doing okay?” You ask noting his tired voice.

“Everything here is great. Tired is all. Lots of training.” He says.

“Tell me about you baby. I miss you” He says.

“Okay”

——

Ushijima went pro. You became and Architect. To say you both were a model couple is an understatement. A volleyball player and an architect? You guys were the couple. You guys had gotten married after you graduated. It was a peaceful wedding. You both now lived together in your small apartment. You had your own business. Ushijima helped you with anything you needed. You did the same for him. Ushijima if he ever heard of a friend needing work on something he would recommend you. This man carried your business cards with him everywhere. He always seemed to have them. If you ever found a potential client at an event where you don’t have any cards on you just call your husband and he’ll hand them each a card at that.

He was so proud to be your husband. He forget he’s a famous volleyball player. While getting interviewed he will interrupt the host to ask them “You know my husband [Y/N]? You should have him come on here. Have you had him on here yet?”. Of course you do it back. Always posting links to his interviews, photo shoots, tickets to games, etc. Your social media was full of him. If someone were to know you just off of your persona online it’d be hard to ignore your boyfriend. He was everywhere.

You even found yourself tattooing his high school number onto you. You thought it was cute and had such a simple meaning yet it made Ushijima ball his eyes out. He loved it. You of course discussed this beforehand. You didn’t want to overwhelm with anything if it made him uncomfortable. He ended up getting your initials tattooed onto him. It’s on his chest. Small font. You trace it whenever you two are cuddling. It’s noticeable but he didn’t get into much trouble. It’s easy to hide.

A/N: This is part one! Idk what i’ll do with this but i want to see what i can do!! I’m excited to see what i do with this:) Also i played music and just wrote so sorry if it’s all messy.

[daddyhausen]

inspired by @plentyoffandoms bc i just HAD to 😫

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「 SUMMARY 」 — the sherrif of a crime ridden western town pays visit to his favourite saloon girl during the midnight hours

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ], handjob, sex work, sexworker!reader, sheriff!hangman, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, male + female orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting

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all was quite along the roads leading into town. the red dirt scuffed at his horse hooves. the animal kicking up mud and gravel in a tired fury. it represented the hangman’s predicament rather fittingly. he was tired, body worn from hunting criminal scum all evening. his bones ached, muscles sore and sensitive. all he needed was a bath and a good fuck to tie him over.

as he made his way through town, the silence of the countryside dissapated. his ears filled with the rambunctious laughter of drunken patron from the local bar and brothel. the gleeful squeals of whores getting their fill of cock. one, a blonde leaning out the window, bare chested, moaning into the midnight hair with ravenous pleasure.

the cowboy hitched his horse out front. the blooming rose saloon had become a second home as of late. the scent of malt liquor and cigar smoke offended the animal’s nostrils. the beast let out a small huff and grunt in response. adam, with a frustrated and tired sigh entered

the wooden saloon style doors parted around his imposing figure. so much so that patrons stopped and stared at their sherrif for a second before resuming their frivolous activities. hangman was greeted by the sight of whores lining the velvet couches, naked and spread, men devouring the with reckless abandon as they moan and pled for orgasm. those men who’d consumed too much liquid courage, passed out in more secluded corners of the brothel while the women they payed for their troubles grinded and bounced on their now flaccid cocks.

“ah glad to see your finally back, sherrif” that farmillair trans atalantic accent graced the cowboys ears.

that voice could only be recognised as madame toni. the platinum blonde akin to that of a showgirl, so glamorous and poised. she was the owner of said establishment, and always took care of the girls under her employment. her and the hangman had developed a sort of friendship over the years

madame toni noticed the cowboys sullen eyes and tired features. how the blood had not yet dried against his skin. it was not his. his body bruised and sore, small welts began to swell when his skin was exposed.

“rough day?” she questioned rhetorically, pouring the cowboy a shot of whiskey he’d regularly ask for.

hangman gave a small nod, downing the shot in quick succession the the burn of the liquid was something he welcomes

“is she here?” was all adam could muster through a dry and hoarse throat.

madame toni offered him a gracious smile with a nod.

“oh don’t you worry. go upstairs get yourself cleaned up. i will send mariah to fetch her for you”

adam slid a ten dollar bill across the bar to pay for the extra services. toni shooed him away playfully, snapping to retrieve the attention of her second in command, miss mariah. the young blonde whizzing away to find you, wherever you could be

adam made his way upstairs. taking a left, making his way to the bathhouse. he opened the door steadily, the room lit with slow burning candles, the scent of lavender and wildflowers filled his nostrils, a welcoming scent to the bloody iron and gunpowder he was used to. he kicked off his boots, quietly stripping himself of his clothing, leaving them by the door, far to impaired to fold them on the stool that had been provided for such a thing.

he noticed that the wooden tub had been pre-filled for his arrival, the water still steaming slightly. he gave a soft, hearty sigh as his naked flesh met the warm water, letting it encapsulate his aching frame. he gently began washing his shoulders. the sting of an old, yet not fully healed bullet wound made him wince slightly.

the door opened slightly, a soft feminine voice graced his ears, it was undeniably yours.

“glad to see you’re back in once piece” you lulled softly in his direction.

his pupils blow with adoration as he peered up at your still clothed frame. you did not even need to be naked for him to be completely enamored with you. the white cotton of your sleeves rolled up to your elbows. the skirts of your dress soft and light. the colours were kept minimalistic. soft greys and blues yet they complemented your skin perfectly.

he gave a soft hum in response, too tired to speak at the moment. you joined his side, kneeling to the left of him. beginning to daintily trace the scruff of his beard. the blond wiry strands tickling your fingers

“i missed you…” you hummed gently beggining to massage his shoulders. feeling him relax into your touch. adam let out a soft sight in contentment. you knew in your profession there was no room for love. especially with clientele, yet yourself and adam developed a bond that was more intimate than just sex alone.

he yearned for you when he was away, could not wait until he see you again next, he had the money to be able to get you out of a job like this, to marry you, start a family with you, give you everything your heart desires. yet you remained, feeling not worthy of such a lavish life, you did not want people to look down on your beloved for marrying a common whore such as yourself. it would bring shame to him in the eyes of the townsfolk.

he hummed again in response to your confession, simply taking the back of your palm and kissing it sweetly, sighing in relief as you began to shampoo his hair. the aformentioned lavender scent soothing his worries momentarily.

“i missed you too…” he finally confessed after what felt like forever, feeling a pang in his gut that he didn’t mention it sooner.

your hands slowly began to roam down his arms, grasping the strong muscles of his biceps before trailing upward again. this time across his broad chest, lingering against his stomach as you leaned in slowly.

“well…” you began. a seductive tone in your voice, lips dangerously close to his.

“you don’t have to miss me anymore”

with that you kissed him, rather passionately, feeling him melt into the kiss. his hands freed from the water, cupping your cheeks and smoothing the soft flesh with his battle-worn thumbs

“i want you…” he hummed against your lips through a flurry of moans

“i need you…”

his please became more greedy, more selfish as he kissed you deeper. playing with the soft strands of your freshly washed hair, the locks feeling like silk against his fingertips

“you have me…i’m all yours” you spoke in between breaths and his frantic kisses

hands leading down his torso towards his hardened cock, still fully submerged under the warm water. you grasped his cock in your right hand, slowly beginning to pump his engorged shaft, the tip of his cock red and swollen, desperate for your touch.

“oh fuck darlin’” he grunted, breaking the kiss, oh how he missed the sensation of your touch. he’d grown so used to rubbing one out alone, in secluded tents in the wilderness while on manhunts that he’d become so sensitive to another person’s touch.

adam revelled in the feeling, gripping the edge of the tub until his knuckled burned bone white. his breath became ragged, uneven with pleasure, bitting his lip to suppress the loudness of his moans

“easy cowboy…” you cooed, stroking his cock from base to tip, feeling him throb thickly in your palm.

“fuck…you don’t know what you do to me doll…”

“oh i know, sir. trust me i know how much you enjoy my touch”

adam’s cock twitch at how you replied to him with such formality. having normally referred to him by his name or the cliche “cowboy” never with sherrif or some other type of honourific. still he enjoyed having some power over you, even if is was through formalilites. adam’s breath grew increasingly ragged, his cock swelled and pulsed against your soft palm.

he muttered out a string of curse words his cock so needy for release, giving one final curse of pleasure before spilling over in your palm. his cum sticky and thick, globs of white clinging to your fingertips as your pried your hand out of the water, licking your fingers clean.

“strip” he commanded, trying to regain his breath as he stepped out of the tub, adoring the way you were able to shed your body of the numerous skirts and pedicosts with ease.

adam’s body still dripping with wetness, not that he or yourself cared as he pulled you close to his chest. his cock grinding against your plump ass. chest pressed frimly against your back as he began to grope your pillow breasts in his large palms

“god, i need to feel that pretty cunt wrapped around me…” he groaned, placing hungry kisses to your neck

“you make my cock so fuckin’ hard darlin’”

and his words were definitely evident. his thick cock, erect and pushing against your flesh

“adam…please” you whimpered, eager for him to fill you like he had done so many times over

he probably holds the record for the most fucks in the brothel. he guided you towards the tub, having you brace yourself against the edge of it, grasping the wood as he peppered kissed down your back. his cock slipped into your slick cunt, instantly feeling the lovely stretch of your walls around his size

“oh adam!” you gasped, feeling his cock begin to move at a vicious pace, the sound of wet skin colliding was nothing short of mesmerizing

“oh fuck, doll. that pretty little cunt is always so tight for me”

he hummed through gritted teeth, bottoming out as he succumbed to the delicious pulse between your thighs

“admit it sweetheart, no other man fucks you as good as i do”

you could only respond in a mix of soft whimpers and moans. adam tugged at your hair, pulling your head back so he could gaze upon your fucked out features

“answer me” he remarked sternly, adoring the way with each thrust he had your mouth hung open with pleasure

“y-you’re too good sir. so much better than other men! oh fuck!- adam you fuck me so good!”

your shines were enough to send him over the edge. his cock swelling with orgasm again. your tight walls clenching around his engorged shaft. milking him of his hot cum.

“you want me to cum in that pretty little pussy of yours? fill you full of my seed like the good whore you are?”

“yes! please adam! please give me all of your cum!”

your begs sent him to heaven. his cock twitched one final time. painting your walls white with his seed, he pulled out rather quickly for your liking, intervening your orgasm ever so slightly, putting the tip back in and then exiting again. you juices leaking down your thighs in intervals, the same with his seed. you collapsed onto your knees beside the tub, breathless and cum-filled.adam joined you, kneeling behind you, arms around your waist. peppering sweet kisses to your shoulder blades and the tops of your shoulders

“god, darlin’ i love you so much”

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[sexydoffyman]

ONE PIECE MASTER LIST

requests nsfw alphabet

male reader - M

female reader - F

gender neutral reader - GN

fluff

smut

romance

angst

Comedy

Gore

Monkey D. Luffy

KISSES AND GIGGLES M

SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F

DYSMORPHIA M

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

YOU FELT SO MUCH PAIN BEFORE YOUR DEATH M/GN/F

SENSITIVE F

GETTING BRUISED F

Roronoa Zoro

DYSMORPHIA M

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M

SENSITIVE F

GETTING BRUISED F

Portgas D. Ace

MY SWEET BOY M

TEASING TILL HIS BREAKING POINT M

AUTISTIC READER HCS M/F/GN

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

Nico Robin

ROBIN'S PLEASURE F

NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M

NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M

Nami

NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M

NAMI X TRANS-FEM READER F

Vivi Nefertari

NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M

Donquixote Rosinante

MALE READER X CORAZON M

SECRET AGENT HUH? M

AUTISTIC READER HCS GN/M/F

Sabo

SABO NSFW ALPHABET (U) M/F

SABO HCS M/F/GN

SABO CAN'T STOP TALKING GN/M/F

Sanji

SANJI WITH FTM READER HEADCANNONS M

THE LADYS LOVE F

AUTISTIC READER HCS M/F/GN

SANJI'S HEART'S STRUGGLE GN/F/M

YOU MAKE ME FEEL THINGS M

NEEDY BOY M

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

SENSITIVE F

GETTING BRUISED F

Shanks

NIGHT TALKS M/F/GN

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

ANGERED F

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

FLUFF AND SMUT HEADCANNONS M

Benn Beckmann

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

ARGUMENT GN/F/M

Yasopp

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

Lucky Roux

SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN

Charlotte Katakuri

AUTISTIC READER HCS M/GN/F

STRONG WIFE F

THE SAME FACE GN/F/M

UNKNOWINGLY A PROTECTOR GN/F/M

SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F

STARING GN/F/M

PIANIST F

SHE'S NOT SO WEAK F

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

DRY HUMPING GN/F/M

A AND P OF NSFW ALPHABET GN/F/M

BEGGING F

STEAMY TIME M

Smoker

S/O CAN BE ANGRY GN/F/M

SICK S/O GN/F/M

SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F

PIANIST F

A AND P OF NSFW ALPHABET GN/F/M

Tashigi

S/O CAN BE ANGRY GN/F/M

SICK S/O GN/F/M

Vinsmoke Yonji

PURE FILTH F/GN/M

Sir Crocodile

LAUGHS AND FIGHTS M/GN/F

Usopp

READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F

NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M

Trafalgar D. Water Law

NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M

LIKE A PUPPET F

SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M

Kuzan Aokiji

COMFORT MAN F

Donquixote Doflamingo

DOFLAMINGO X VIRGIN M!READER M

LIKE A PUPPET F

Dracule Mihawk

FLUFF AND SMUT HEADCANNONS M

Kumadori

NSFW ALPHABET FOR KUMADORI GN/F/M

[janitorboy-writing]

Writing gn reader x sanji is sometimes difficult for me because gender is important to sanji. his character and behavior changes around either gender

Below is me rambling about it. Includes swearing and spelling mistakes

I imagine gn reader to be treated the same as sanji treats ace. Sanji would be kind and respectful but zero flirting (or maybe a little depends on if he caught feelings yet or not)

Nonbinary reader would most likely be treated the same way sanji treated ace, no matter how they dress, as long as they've made it clear that they're nonbinary

Now, reader with a nonconforming or even confusing gender expression (i.e. male reader who looks very feminine, fem reader who looks very masculine, or even nonbinary reader who dresses however the fuck they want and doesnt bother to tell anyone what their gender is) would be hilarious to explore. Imagine sanji flirts with male reader thinking he's a woman only to do a double take and be like oh shit sorry bro.

Or for female reader the two like bicker, fight, banter, the usual interactions he has with the male strawhats and then one day during a fight he accidentally touches her chest and he's like oh shit that's a whole ass woman I've been fighting (this probably wouldn't work for plus sized or bigger chested girls)

I think for plus size fem reader he'd realize that when he sees her go out to sleep and take baths with the girls

Bigger chested women would have a different story, mostly depending on their personality. Some could be too serious and intimidating that sanji tones down his flirting. Others could be nice, so nothing changes for Sanji's behavior. He might fantasize about her wearing dresses and looking more feminine.

Nonbinary reader who dresses however the fuck they want and refuses to elaborate on their gender (they have no clue or they simply arent bothered to label themself) would make sanji very confused. One day they'd be bickering and the next sanji would be too shy to do anything because damn they look like a lady right now. Nobody can figure out their gender except luffy, zoro, and Robin. Those three somehow have an understanding of their otherwise complex idea of their gender. Others don't question it and Sanji goes a little insane every day.

Sanji: "What's your gender?"

Reader: "Idk. Idc."

Sanji flips a table

There should be more trans readers out there and even genderfluid bigender and other identities. Sanji is such an interesting character to write when it comes to gender (and other things too, but this whole thing is about gender)

I think there's potential like a flustered and confused male reader, female reader who hates how sanji treats women, nonbinary reader that purposefully tries to mess with the poor cook, etc etc

Sorry I rambled oop. I hope I made sense. If you want to write any of these ideas go crazy I'm not stopping you. Maybe even tag me cause I wanna see it xD

[goingmerryfics]

Fic Masterlist

Headcanons

Nicknames:

Sanji, Zoro, & Kid

Love Languages:

Ace, Doflamingo & Crocodile

Trans Male S/O

Crocodile

Arguments

Shanks, Buggy, & Mihawk

Affection & PDA

Smoker, Corazon, & Robin

Sitting in their lap

Law, Luffy & Kid

Sanji, Killer, & Crocodile

Zoro & Ace

Paulie (NSFW)

Enel & Shanks

Random Headcanons

Ace

Mute/Selectively Mute S/O

Kid & Killer

Law

Catches you crying

Kid & Killer

Zoro, Ace & Law

Favorite kinds of sweets

Shanks, Doflamingo, Ace, Koby, & Smoker

Date night

Kid & Killer

Gothic style S/O

Kid, Mihawk & Law

Kind & Caring S/O

Law (talk of Corazon)

Breaking the news (pregnancy)

Kid & Law

S/O sews in their Jolly Roger

Law

S/O similar to Corazon

Law

Celebrating a birthday

Child Law & Corazon

Turned into a child

Sanji, Robin & Ace

Gothic style S/O

Law

Chubby S/O

Kid & Killer

Lolita style S/O

Law

Girl Dad

Killer, Ace, & Law

Previously cheated on/betrayed S/O

Killer, Zoro, & Mihawk

Would they kill the spider for you?

Sanji, Law, Doflamingo, Shanks, & Corazon

Reader fails at flirting

Mihawk, Crocodile, & Smoker -TBA

NSFW

Caught

Zoro & Law

Dirty Daydreams

Zoro, Law, & Kid

x Reader Fics

Losing Your Head - Buggy

NSFW

First Time For Everything - FTM Law

[anystalker707]

One Piece Kinktober List

(more to be added) - links will be added as the stories are published

[requests open]

MAIN MASTERLIST

Biting with Sanji Vinsmoke Love bites | Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader

Riding with Ace D. Portgas I wasn't asking | Portgas D. Ace x [male, amab] Reader

Orgasm control + Feet with Yamato 'cause i'm on my knees | Yamato x [gender neutral] Reader

Semi-public + Hate fucking with Niji Vinsmoke Playing with fire (afab version) | Vinsmoke Niji x [gn, afab] Reader Playing with fire (amab version) | Vinsmoke Niji x [gn, amab] Reader

Comfort + Praises with Law Trafalgar Make me feel good | Trafalgar Law x [gn, amab] Reader

Objectifying with Zoro Roronoa i could be your puppet | Roronoa Zoro x [gender neutral] Reader

Cross-dressing with Sanji Vinsmoke Dolled up | Vinsmoke Sanji x [male, amab] Reader

Oral fixation with Zoro Roronoa Weak spot | Roronoa Zoro x [gender neutral] Reader

Office sex with Rosinante (Corazón) 'missed you | Rosinante "Corazón" Donquixote x [gn, amab] Reader

Face sitting with Nami What do you think? | Nami x [gender-neutral] Reader

Masked with Sabo Scream | Sabo x [gn, afab] Reader

Cockwarming with Ace Just that, nothing more | Portgas D. Ace x [gn, afab] Reader

Caught with Zoro Roronoa Selfish | Roronoa Zoro x [gn, afab] Reader

Dacryphilia with Luffy D. Monkey This is gonna be good | Monkey D. Luffy x [gn, afab] Reader

Obedience with Sanji Vinsmoke A little show | Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender-neutral] Reader

Inexperience with Luffy D. Monkey Relax, sweetheart | Monkey D. Luffy x [male, amab] Reader

Fingering with Sabo three knuckles deep | Sabo x [gender-neutral, afab] Reader

Gagging + Submission with Zoro Roronoa Intoxicated | [trans, ftm] Roronoa Zoro x [gender-neutral, amab] Reader

Mirror + Clothes on + Lipstick with Sanji Vinsmoke Cherry lips | [trans, mtf] Vinsmoke Sanji x [amab] Reader

Jealous sex with Law Trafalgar Jealous? Me? | Trafalgar Law x [gender-neutral, afab] Reader

Sadomasochism with Zoro Roronoa aching pleasure | Roronoa Zoro x [gender-neutral, amab] Reader

WEEK 4

(includes requests from @josukeslefttitty and @chrizzyswift)

[henrioo]

Hey man, if you're up for it, totally cool if you aren't and I hope you feel better soon♡ I know how it feels to be in that dysphoria, just remember you aren't alone.

Request wise, if they are open, definitely ignore if not or if you aren't in the right mindset or just mood in general to write. May I request a comfort hc with Ace, like they are cuddling and Ace gently caresses his boyfriend's top surgery scars, silently reaffirming his love and how he accepts him?

Either way have a lovely day/night/afternoon, whenever you receive this. ♡♡

°•*⁀➷ THE BEST PILLOW: ACE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Sometimes you just need someone to remember how much you are loved and supported. Of course Ace, your boyfriend, is always ready to give you some of his love and appreciation besides a lot of support."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MASC! READER, MALE READER, MALE PRONOUNS, top surgery, mastectomy surgery, mentions surgery scars, mentions about body dysphoria, mentions about growing up in a transphobic society with transphobic rules, non explicit mention of post surgery, pls tell me if I forgot something triggering

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1,4k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Do you still love me even if I take years to deliver your ask? Do you? Probably not but here it is, I loved this ask but I think I put too much context in the part of the top surgery of the reader and not too much comfort and affirmations. But still here, also all things about the readers feelings about the surgery are only my own feelings about my chest in general, so not everyone will identify with that. Also I don't have made the top surgery yet so I can't tell for sure how someone would feel, still hope you like.

You were organizing your closet in the room you shared with Ace, he was terrible with organization and would just throw his clothes in there, so you used to take a day or two to tidy everything up. Everything was peaceful until Ace opened the bedroom door abruptly, looking around until he fixed his gaze on you.

"You! Take! Off! Your! Shirt! Now!" He said, closing the door with a thud as he quickly walked towards you.

"What?!" You were confused and embarrassed, what was he wanting now?

"Let's go! Take off the shirt!" He huffed and growled like an angry dog as he tried to forcefully remove your shirt, completely lacking the patience to wait for you to do it yourself.

“Ace! What happened to you?!” You asked shyly as you tried to shield yourself from his attacks and keep your shirt on.

“I want to cuddle, it’s nicer to lay on your chest when you’re shirtless, your skin is warm” he said, looking at you with huge puppy eyes and a big beak.

You just sighed, damn cute boyfriend who made you give in to his every request.

“Right, right, you could have said that before trying to rip my shirt off without any explanation” you smile at your lover’s cuteness. Sometimes Ace really seemed like a puppy desperate for all your attention, always happy when you gave him love.

Ace just laughed, ignoring it and you knew he would do it again. You swore that if you stared at him a little longer, you'd be able to see his imaginary tail wagging. You took a deep breath as you took off your shirt, your scars were now completely healed and you could now do all the normal things, take sun, bathe with standard products instead of just neutral things, stop wearing the compression tops that were a type of bandage, besides of course, touch was now fully allowed as your skin is no longer healing or sensitive. You finally had the chest you always wanted, with all the sensations of a chest without breasts.

And even so, finally having the surgery of your dreams, having a chest that finally didn't give you dysphoria due to your breasts, a masculine chest, you were finally able to feel more secure and comfortable and call yourself a man, and even with all that, you couldn't be shirtless. Marco said it might take some time for you to get used to it, after all it was a big physical change and it might be strange waking up with a new body, but that wasn't the problem. You felt a kind of… shame, shyness, you couldn’t explain it.

In a way, it was strange that you were allowed to walk around shirtless without any strange looks. All your life, you've been forced to wear a shirt because you're a “woman” and women can't go around shirtless because they have boobs and blah blah. But now you not only identify as a man, but you also don't have those feminine boobs, now you have a chest like Ace, Marco and the other boys on the ship, no one would look at you strange because you're shirtless.

But it's easier said than done, and even though you know Moby Dick was a safe place, you're still too shy to come out of your shell. And of course your super boyfriend was doing his best to make you feel more comfortable in your own skin, so some days he would lock you in your room and leave you shirtless. Most days, he would just end up sleeping and drooling on your bare chest. But even if it was just that, it was already making you feel more normal about yourself.

Once you were finally shirtless, you reflexively moved to cover yourself, but then decided to take a deep breath and fight it. You were a man and you didn't need to be ashamed of your body, not then, not now. So, you just calmed down and turned to Ace, who was staring at you with glassy, shining eyes like he saw treasure and… he was drooling?!

“Ace?” You asked, trying to snap the man out of his trance.

“Wow… I know I've seen you like this before, but every time I see you it's just… wow…” he said, swallowing deeply as his cheeks flushed. “So, pretty boy, do you have a boyfriend?” Ace said, waggling his eyebrows with a smirk that made you roll your eyes.

“I do and he’s a pervert” you said, huffing in fake anger as you threw your shirt in his face.

"Hey! I'm not a pervert!" He chuckled, getting rid of the fabric you threw at him. “It's not my fault if you hide all your hotness to yourself! You should look like me, completely shirtless, so I can enjoy your seductive body whenever I want!” He said, crossing his arms completely firm with his argument.

“Of course, and then, just like I put up with all those women and men hitting on you just because you're shirtless, you'd also have to put up with everyone hitting on me, what do you think?” You said, smirking as you sat on the edge of the bed. Ace wasn't possessive by any means, but he was very insecure and that made him very jealous. He was afraid you'd find someone better and abandon him.

“You know what, you don’t look so bad in a shirt” he said, already regretting the idea of showing you off like that to so many people.

“That’s what I thought” You laughed at him, seeing how annoyed he had been at the idea.

Soon, Ace perked up again and ran towards you. So, you quickly adjusted yourself on the bed so you were half lying, half standing, and spread your legs so he could lay on top of you more comfortably.

“Now like this, living in paradise” he sighed when he finally laid his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist without making you uncomfortable, but still managing to hold you. “So warm and soft.”

“You look like a puppy sometimes…” you laughed as you started stroking his black hair, giving him the cuddle he loved so much.

“Just for you…” Ace smiled, rubbing his face against your skin, as if he somehow wanted to absorb all of your scent and body heat.

You stayed like that for a while, just you stroking Ace's black hair and him lying peacefully on your chest. Then, he positioned himself so that he was lying further to the side, having a view of half of your chest. His hand released you and began to caress your scars, they were almost invisible due to Marco's power, but they were still there in a slightly different tone than your skin.

“You know… I kind of like them” he said and you were confused, did he like your scars?

"Why?" You asked.

“I don't know exactly... It's just... It reminds me how strong you are, how determined... You fought a battle that I don't think I'd ever be able to handle” he sighed, gently touching the marks. “You are just incredible, an incredible man.”

“It’s just… scars” you said, a little shy that he was being so genuine about it, he truly loved every part of you. Even the ones where you were insecure.

“No… They’re proof of how awesome you are” he said, looking at you with a mischievous smile. “They just prove how incredible you are, you are an incredible man” he smiled and kissed your scar. “I'm sure you're more of a man than all the men in Moby Dick!” His boyfriend said with conviction.

“Even more than pops?” You laughed knowing Ace would defend his father to the death.

"Hmm... Well... You're manly enough" Ace said, embarrassed for not being able to admit that he was your father's number one fan. As much as he loved you, he couldn't stop being a fanboy. “But you are more of a man than me! That’s enough, right?”

"What?" You laughed, thinking he was a total idiot. “Okay, I’ll be the man in the relationship and you my princess, okay?”

“But of course, did you have any doubts that I was the princess?” He asked, pretending to be offended and all you could do was laugh.

You sighed, relaxing on the bed. Maybe it wasn't today that you would go out shirtless and show the world that you were proud of who you were... but as long as you had the support of your family and especially your boyfriend, you knew you were capable of facing any battle. You were a man and everyone, including you, knew it, and that was more than enough for you.