"I can fix him" oh yeah? well I can worship him like the god he is and feed into each and every single one of his delusions so he keeps me as his property forever
Please do some romantic headcanon about penguin and shachi, there are very few that concern them
this is my first time writing for either of these characters so please tell me if anything is ooc! 💕
penguin, shachi general relationship headcanons
-penguin is a hopeless romantic and no one can change my mind
-that being said, he tries to do a lot of cliche things like giving you flowers every week, whispering sweet nothings, kissing your hand, kissing in the rain, perfect kisses. but most of the time things don’t go like he wanted
-there’s a lot of physical affection, specifically holding hands and back hugs. the sub gets really hot so hand holding is like the solutions for wanting to be close but not wanting to be hot. although penguin wouldn’t have a problem with that it’s just that you don’t want to get heatstroke. sometimes he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind andd just follow you around like that nonchalantly, it’s a very common sight for the crew
-he gets jealous fairly easily and when he does he sulks in the corner and if whoever is talking to you and making penguin jealous looks over at him, it makes the person feel like penguin wants to murder them. sometimes penguin will even crack his knuckles when said person looks at him
-he likes napping with you, or really just sleeping in general. at night if you’re not already sharing a bedroom he’ll go to yours and crawl in bed with you. you usually end up talking for awhile before falling asleep
-dates are usually cafes or watching a movie in one of your rooms, he’ll. take you anywhere you want to go and he always shows up for the date with flowers 😌
-when it gets really hot he’ll come whining to you with shachi and he’ll talk to you like you have the solution. sometimes you end up sprawled across the floor with bepo, penguin, and shachi eating popsicles. penguin is laying with his head on your stomach despite the heat
-shachi likes giving you piggy back rides, and shoulder rides! he just likes carrying you. usually when the crew is out and about on an island, shachi always asks you if you want him to carry you and he’ll happily do it the whole time they’re out
-he just loves feeding you, like just holding up the spoon/fork/chopsticks and holding his hand or a napkin under to keep the food from falling on you. he always insists on doing it and penguin teases the hell out of him
-he likes sleeping with you, so if you’re not already sharing a bedroom, he’ll go to yours and flop down onto the bed pulling you close. he falls asleep pretty quickly but if you talk to him once he has, he’ll sometimes sleep talk
-whenever you get hurt even in the slightest he always drags you to law who is annoyed every single time and sometimes just pushes him away and won’t help you. that’s one of the time he might yell at law but then law shoots him a glare and he just mumbles insults under his breath
-he gets jealous pretty easiy and he’ll sulk from the side. when you try to talk to him he turns his head to the side and huffs dramatically
-dates with him are things like cafes, fairs, shopping, or sometimes you’ll just go on a walk and explore. one of his favorite things for a date though is cooking together. whether it things like pasta or steak, or cookies and pies, he loves all of them
-everytime you kiss him he turns red. law always smirks and penguin always teases him about it but he’s too busy looking at you with a dreamy smile and heart eyes. even waving a hand in front of his face won’t snap him out of it sometimes
-he follows you around like a little lost puppy, sometimes he’s purposely annoying you, other times he’s just quietly doing it with a big grin, and other times he’s holding your hand or the bottom of your shirt like a it’s a leash
Thinking about Sanji running his fingers through his hair as he works on the menu
Thinking about Sanji rolling over in the morning and just staring at his partner while they sleep, so in love his heart feels like its going to burst
Thinking about Sanji singing love songs to himself and daydreaming about his partner as he chops veggies
Thinking about Sanji climbing out of the water and onto the boat after a nourishing dip in the ocean, toweling off and drying the water from his toned body
Thinking about Sanji talking to Zeff on the den den mushi, listening to stories about Patty and Carne and laughing so hard he cries
Thinking about Sanji playing cards with Usopp and Nami and losing terribly but having so much fun that he refuses to quit
Thinking about Sanji laying on the grass and holding his partner so tight they almost feel like they’re melding into one person, looking up at the stars and finding joy and meaning instead of insignificance
Thinking about Sanji, loving and being loved, romance and friendship, safety and care and the real, true happiness that comes from knowing he matters to someone
hi coza! may i request a short fic of fem!reader joining sanji for a smoke break? reader asks sanji to light her cigarette by leaning close to the lit cigarette on his lips 😌 plus lots of flirting between them lovers 💖 thank you!
Characters: female reader x Sanji
Cw: none :)
Total word count: 500
Smoke Break
“I thought I’d find you out here,” you said, climbing up onto the rooftop. “Hiding away?”
Sanji smiled as he moved over, allowing you to sit next to him. “They’re so damn noisy all of the time.”
You laughed, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his box of cigarettes. “Noisy, yes.” You pulled out a cigarette and easily slipped the box back into his pocket, as you had done hundreds of times before. “But they’re all still very loveable.”
Sanji rolled his eyes. “Maybe the ladies, sure-you most of all. But those guys…”
“I disagree!” You argued. “I find the guys on this ship to be very loveable! You most of all.”
You gave him a wink as you raised the cigarette to your mouth, and you could see a hint of jealousy flicker across his face. Perhaps you had gone too far with that last comment. Better to make amends before he started thinking too much about it.
“Got a light?” you asked coyly. You both knew he did.
He didn’t have as much enthusiasm as he pulled his lighter out of his jacket pocket.
You ignored his outstretched hand, choosing to lean in close to him and press your cigarette against his, your faces so close that you could feel his shallow breath against you.
You locked eyes with him, portraying a secret only for him. He was the only one you loved so deeply. He was the only one who knew you - truly knew you. And once you were certain he realized that, you pulled away from him with a smirk on your face.
“Thanks, love,” you said softly, exhaling out a cloud of smoke.
You didn’t have to look over at him to know his face was beet red. “You-you can’t-you-”
“Sanji darling,” you gave an exasperated sigh. “All I did was ask for a light.”
“That is not all you did!” he huffed, taking another long drag to calm his nerves.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you giggled, letting your eyes roam across the ship to watch the others.
Luffy has somehow managed to get tangled up in some ropes and nets, and though Zoro had tried to help him, it appeared that he had also gotten tangled up in it as well. Nami had taken to screaming at them as the only avenue of helping them get out.
“We certainly have our work cut out for us on this ship, don’t we?”
“I’m afraid so,” Sanji sighed. “But at least I’ve got you.”
You leaned your head against his shoulder, letting out a pleased hum. “And I have you, you crazy lovesick cook.”
Shout out to all the self shippers that have little to no x reader fanfics to enjoy of their f/o, especially self shippers with a fem f/o cuz the majority of the x reader fanfics are with male characters
I feel like Buggy would actually make the perfect husband. Thirsty but don’t wanna get up? He can grab you a drink without even getting up. Bored and need some entertainment? The man is literally the entire circus. Sad because he has to leave for a while? He can give you his hand so you have a piece of him to squeeze no matter how far he has to go. There are endless possibilities with a hot clown that can break apart as he pleases
I’m spiraling I need to know if the woman I’ve been madly in love with for three years is straight because I have no idea and I just assumed since all my friends are queer in some way
characters: portgas d. ace, trafalgar d. water law, sanji.
note: personally i've never been drunk enough to the point where i lose my mind or anything like that ... so this is just based off of my imagination and stuff i see in movies ;;
"woah,” ace whispers, head tilted to one side as he looks at you through half-lidded eyes, saying your name in the same way he did when he met you for the first time.“is that really you?”
you're not sure if he’s putting up an act to flirt, or if he’s actually so drunk to the point where he can’t tell his imagination from reality. not knowing how to reply, you hand him a glass of water in a fluster in hopes that he’ll sober up, and he downs the entire thing in one go, mistaking it for liquor.
“wow,” ace says again, awestruck. it’s like his eyes are put in a spell to look at nothing else but you. his reaches for your face, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. nonsense runs off his tongue as he stumbles deep into your gaze in spirals. “you're so pretty i could kiss you.”
he pauses. “can i?”
fuck it, you think. he’s drunk out of his mind, you're tipsy enough to use it as an excuse. it won't hurt if you kissed your best friend who you’ve been pining for since the dawn of time when he won't even remember anything the day after, right?
so you agree to his request, and ace wastes no time with how quickly he slides his tongue into your mouth just after two seconds of his lips meeting yours— it’s like he doesn't want you to breathe.
when he finally lets go of you, you gasp like a fish out of water while he looks at you stupidly. his mind is filled with you, you, you. one kiss isn't enough to satisfy him— he’s been dreaming of this for months, afterall. with both hands on either side of your face, he makes a bold statement once again.
“let’s do that again.”
trafalgar d. water law
law doesn't drink much, but he can't say no to his crew when they offer. initially, he planned to stay sober for the rest of the night to look after all of you, but as shachi and penguin continue to pour him drink after drink, his head grows heavier with every sip of liquor.
he stays quiet even when he’s drunk. no bold confessions, no impulsive acts, nothing. he just watches his crew drink themselves stupid, the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.
with the loud hustle of the bar and the deafening laughter of your crewmates, it’s hard to notice how intoxicated law has become until you feel a foreign weight on your shoulder. a white fur hat lands on your lap, and you only realise your captain’s resting his head on you with his eyes closed then.
“captain?” you say. your heart’s beating out of your chest. “captain, you're drunk.”
“i know.” he mumbles in reply, looking silly with his cheek squished against your shoulder.
“let me get you some water.” you try to move out of your seat, but your body doesn't budge. law’s arm holds you down firmly, and you feel the skin under his touch tingle. “captain," you say again, weaker this time. you're not sure if your lungs are working properly with how he's rendered you breathless. "you've gotta let me go," you say, betraying your heart.
"no," law mumbles against you. his hold on you tightens, and you swear he's nuzzling into your neck.
at that point, you decide that he's had one too many and that he needs to be sobered up or else he'd be in a sour mood the morning after. you awkwardly prop his arm on your shoulders as you drag him back to the polar tang with the knowing gazes of your crewmates on your backs, your captain's hat in your hand as you strain to support his weight.
"ah, young love." penguin sighs.
sanji
being an absolute lightweight, sanji's already swaying with his tie off and a few buttons undone after two shots.
"oh, my love." he sing-songs. my love? you raise an eyebrow at the nickname. "the way you look at me makes my stomach flip. your eyes are brighter than the stars, and the way you say my name tugs at my heartstrings. would you make a poor man like me happy by just looking his way?" he rambles, freestyling a verbal love letter for you right then and there. you've heard him do the same for robin and nami, but never for you. (until now, of course.)
the crew's swordsman physically cringes in second-hand embarrassment. "curly, do all of us a favor and shut that mouth of yours."
miraculously, sanji doesn't retort like he usually does. instead, he takes your hand in his as he continues his weird love poem. "if only this wasn't a dream, and i had the courage to confess my love for you in the real world. alas!"
... and he starts crying. actual tears rolling down his cheeks and everything. "but i know you would never love a pathetic man like me!" he sobs into your lap, kneeling before you as your ship's navigator averts her gaze out of embarrassment, grumbling about how her efforts of keeping his secret are wasted.
though ridiculously stupid, his confession made your heart stop. after all this time, it turns out that he's equally as smitten as you are when you thought his heart belonged to someone else. (it's hard not to assume with the way he behaves around good-looking women.)
"why did nobody tell me...?" you ask, looking around as the strawhats look away with a supressed grin.
"because he said he'll kick our asses if any of us said anything. geez, both of you are so stupid. can't you see the way he makes those disgusting heart eyes at you every time you pass by?" the swordsman grumbles.
sanji's arms are still tightly wrapped around your waist after he's done with his improv love poem. "you're so warm, even in my dreams..." he mumbles. it seems like he still hasn't realized this isn't a dream.
the two of you are going to have a looooong talk when he sobers up, you're sure.
Word count: ~1.5k
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, insertion sex, love "confession" during sex, a bunch of sappy lovey-dovey mush.
A/N: This is my last minute Valentine's gift to you all! Or, if you're not fond of Valentine's Day (valid), this is my appreciation for all of you. ❤︎❤︎❤︎
Title from "Of All the Gin Joints in All the World" by Fall Out Boy
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Buggy talks a lot. A lot. Words and crumbs fall from his mouth while he eats. Days are filled with endless narration of thoughts and actions that are tuned out by most. Even during slumber, his mouth is awake and whispering along with dream-state monologues. The only times Buggy is quiet is when he’s kissing or drinking, and even then, he’s not silent for long.
And one of his favorite topics is you. He’s turned many conversations into soliloquies about you. It’s a skill of his, really. A mystery glinting on the horizon is no match for the sparkle in your eyes. Running low on rations is a problem, although there is plenty of your favorite food, so it’s not an urgent issue. Yeah, that was a funny joke, but listen to this one that had you laughing even hours later.
With the stampede of words forever running out of Buggy’s painted mouth, there were three words his lips haven’t uttered in a specific order - I love you.
He’s come close many times. You are his favorite thing to talk about, which includes talking about all the things he loves about you.
“I love your smile.”
“I love how the moon is reflected in your eyes.”
“I love it when you yell at me.”
“I love your morning breath. Not.”
“I love the stupid face you make when you’re concentrating.”
“I love how you taste.”
“I love the way you say my name.”
“I love your butt. Lemme smack it, sweetcheeks.”
But he hasn’t said that he loves you. You. Buggy has only shared his adoration for the things you do. How you look. Just pieces of you, not the whole.
You didn’t expect to hear those words you craved while being pounded on top of the captain’s desk.
Your ass hung off the wooden edge as Buggy pressed his hips into yours. Each hard thrust jostled the desk, knocking over pens and paper, and sending shockwaves through your sensitive body. The slap of damp skin making contact overlaid the sporadic deep creaks of wooden legs moving against the rough floor.
Buggy’s humid breath tickled your neck and fell down your chest, with the cotton breeze dragging across your hard nipples. His tongue trailed along your skin, the taste of salt filling his mouth. Puffy, kiss-bruised lips graze your racing pulse, keeping track of how quickly you were approaching the finish line.
His desire to consume still unsatiated, Buggy sank his teeth into the meat of your shoulder and wrapped you in his embrace. A strong hold full of heat and fire.
Desperate to throw yourself into the flames, you fell into him. You melted against Buggy’s body, against his touch. All you wanted was to feel him. To feel his hardness deep inside. To feel his passion. To feel his devotion.
Buggy groaned deeply as your body continued to mold to his movements, pulling him further inside. His lips moved on your skin, saying everything and nothing. Bountiful praises, filthy adoration, lewd and lustful comments laced with profanity. How much he loves your body. He loves how you feel. He loves how well you take him. He loves…
“I love you.”
His voice was clear and the words were finite. They’re not followed by anything else. And he repeated them. Again and again, with each thrust. Filling your mind, body, and soul to capacity, until you overflowed. Until tears leaked from your eyes. Until you clawed at Buggy’s shoulders, pulling him ever closer. Until you cried his name. Until you exploded.
You erupted with an intensity that triggered a chain reaction. Buggy let out a choked moan as he released inside you with stuttering thrusts that slowly came to a stop.
Your body trembled with aftershocks that Buggy tried to soothe with gentle kisses. One to your neck. Your cheek. And your forehead. With the third kiss, you let out a long exhale and your body relaxed.
Later, you two laid entwined in bed. Buggy used your shoulder as a pillow with long blue hair fanned out behind him. Your arm was wrapped around him, not yet numb from the position. The pirate had hooked one of your legs between his, which he rubbed lazily like a cricket. A comforting weight from his crooked arm rested on your chest. His large hand rested just below your other shoulder, also moving idly. Pat, pat, pat, then a soft swipe back and forth, followed by another trio of light pats. A calming pattern that would often lull you to sleep. But not tonight.
“You know, that was the first time you said you loved me…” you murmured.
It was a comment. An observation you wanted to share with him. Not to complain that you hadn’t heard it before - you knew he loved you - but to acknowledge the milestone.
“Mmmh…” Buggy’s voice was rough as he pulled back from the sleep that was enticing him. He rubbed his face against your skin, grinding into his cushion of hair. You could just barely feel the scratch of his facial hair as he moved side to side to side. “First time out loud, I guess.”
The response didn’t make sense. Maybe Buggy was more tired than either of you realized. His hand was still moving, in the same slow pattern of hand-pats. You kissed the top of his head and inhaled, welcoming his warm, lightly musky, scent. He hummed softly and tilted his face to respond with three quick kisses. He seemed conscious enough, so you prodded further.
“What do you mean by out loud?”
Buggy pulled away just enough so he could look you in the eyes. Confusion was plastered across his unpainted face and he searched for understanding.
“With words. But I’ve told you loads of times that I love you,” he said, nodding slowly as he finished speaking - as if you needed the reassurance.
Rebounding his confusion with a squint, you responded in a measured tone, “I don’t know what you mean.” You two stared at each other, thoughts traveling on opposite, parallel tracks. “Buggy, what do you mean? How do you say it without actually saying it?”
Buggy scowled. “What do you mean? You’re the one that started it.” He had been following your lead. Why were you acting like you didn’t know? Like he hadn’t been professing his love to you every single day?
“I-I still don’t understand. Explain it to me,” you asked. “Please?”
Ocean eyes stared into yours, looking for shadows of insincerity. But there were none. You really didn’t know. You hadn’t heard his silent proclamations.
“I tell you like this,” he said in a gruff voice, patting your arm with more intent. Pat, pat, pat. “Or like this…” He leaned in and gave you three kisses on your forehead. “Like this…” He rubbed a hairy leg against your trapped one, three times again. Always three. I. Love. You.
“When you say it, you always squeeze my hand or rub my back or give me kisses three times. I thought that…” A surge of embarrassment overcame Buggy, drowning the rest of his words.
He saw the comprehension on your face as he spoke, but not recognition. You weren’t doing it intentionally. That’s why you didn’t realize. He just made it up.
Feeling a prickly heat travel up his chest, burning his cheeks and the tips of his ears, Buggy sat up. He hid behind his hands and wallowed in the awkward silence.
“Is that why you always put 3 sugars in my tea?”
He nodded.
“And you sneak me three cookies?”
Another nod.
“Three flowers…” Nod. “Is…is that why there’s 3 pillows on the bed?” Nod. “When you hug me, you squeeze three times…” The statement was followed with another nod.
He was right - Buggy always told you he loved you. Within every touch and every thought that involved you was his love. If his hand was on your shoulder, his thumb tapped in bursts of three. When he smacked or pinched your butt - threes. You thought it was a quirk of his, not something he chose to do. But he did.
Your heart was bursting at the seams, and the excess emotions that did escape trickled out your eyes. Bowling over the morose clown sitting on the bed, you knocked Buggy back and began to smother him in kisses and tears. Most of which landed on the hands still covering his face.
“M’sorry, I didn’t know.” Kiss. “-was just so happy to hear it out loud.” Kiss. “I love you so much.” Kiss. “I’m sorry, Buggy.” Kiss. “Thank you for telling me.” Kiss. “I love you so so much.”
You paused and tallied up the kisses. Five. Tugging his hands down, you deliver the final kiss on his lips. Six. Double threes. I love you, times two.
“Please, don’t ever stop. That makes me really happy, Buggy. It makes me feel loved…”
Buggy nodded. Three times. The blush that continued to deepen on his face managed to spread to yours. Two crimson-faced fools in love.
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Definitely had @feral-artistry's blushing Buggy art in my head during this. ❤️❤️❤️
🔞 Riding Buggy but he's so fucking loud, wailing and whining and moaning like some kind of broken siren. Half of it is moans, and the other half is broken babbling telling you to keep going, how good you feel around his dick, how close he is to bursting, how he wishes he could just fuck you like this every day instead of pillaging. As he gets closer to cumming, his volume only gets worse, his grunts and moans making a filthy symphony with the rocking of the bed and the wet sound of bouncing on his dick.
You can feel the way he's rock hard inside you, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that you know you'll be bruised tomorrow, and the way his eyes are starting to roll back tells you he's close. No doubt he's going to scream his head off when he cums, and as much as you know he's the captain and the crew would never bring up his... activities to his face, you also prefer not to be the subject of hot gossip for the next few weeks. Just as you're feeling close as well, your position makes it easy to slap a hand down across his mouth, immediately muffling his wanton sounds.
Whether it's just your timing or the fact Buggy loves it when you force him to be quiet, he's quick to cum right after, practically exploding inside you. Just the feel of his hot seed and the thought of him emptying his balls in you sets off your own climax, your bounces stuttering as your body clamps down on him, quickly settling into grinding your hips instead to ride out your climax. Even muffled, the pitch of his whines reaches a new level, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he feels you milk him, moving into overstimulation faster than usual, but he'd rather kill someone than pull out of your heat just yet.
The silence afterward is almost deafening, now only filled with the sounds of heavy breathing as you both struggled to catch your breath, his mouth now freed of your hand. Neither of you are willing to move just yet, limbs limp and his cock still plugging you up, though the sweat is making you stick to each other. The desire to just stay like this for hours is tempting, hopeful that your captain's noisy tendencies didn't make it outside his room, but a soft knock on Buggy's cabin door puts an end to that thought.
"Uh, Captain? Sorry for... i-interruptin', but there's something we need you for," a timid, clearly scandalized voice says through the wood.
All Buggy can do is give you a sheepish look, his cheeks turning a ruddy color much like his nose. You were going to have to invest in some much more effective soundproofing measures...
one piece men react to you screaming their full name
ft. Ace, Zoro, Sanji
SFW, mentions of alcohol and smoking (duh!)
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Ace
“PORTGAS D. ACE” your voice resonates through all the walls, rooms and every nook and cranny from the Moby Dick. The mentioned stood frozen at the dinner table fork still full of food, he knew better than to run away
“What did you do now?” Marco asked eyes wide open
“Nothing!… that I remember” Ace scratched the back of his head trying to make memory of his recent activities, searching for whatever may had upset you
Marco laughed in disbelief “You’re a dead man” he said before taking another sip of his drink
You entered the room, stomping your way to your clueless boyfriend “May I have a word with you?” The tone and the politeness of the sentence made Marco fear for his dear friend. Ace nodded before he stood up and followed behind smile beaming in hopes you’ll have some mercy. A chorus of teasing ‘UUUUH’s were heard as you exited the dining room.
“Have I told you how radiant you look today?” Ace leaned over to kiss your cheek but you ducked making him loose his balance
“Don’t start with me Portgas” a shiver ran down Ace’s back, both from fear and… something else.
“You did this” you held a pillow cover in front of his face “You burned my only bed sheets, and you’re getting me new ones even if you end up in debt with everyone on this ship”
Ace was attracted to you all the time, but there was something in the way you would always stand your ground and how gorgeous you looked right now that was knocking him out of his feet. He placed his hand in the one were you held the pillow cover and pulled you in for a hug
“Im sorry sweetheart I’d get you new ones on the next island, you can borrow mine for now” you rolled your eyes and sighed, he got you wrapped all around his finger and he knew it, you couldn’t be mad at him for long
“Of course I’m taking yours, you sleep at my bed every night anyways… but wash them first” Ace picked you up and pampered your face with kisses “You look so hot when you’re angry
Zoro
“RORONOA ZORO” you screamed while exiting to the deck where he was working out, all of the straw hats looked back at Zoro in fear, Sanji holding in a laugh
Few things made this man flinch but he couldn’t help but catch himself lose balance when he heard his full name exit your lips in such an angry tone followed by your big stumps getting louder as you got closer
Everyone wrapped up whatever they were doing and ran off to the kitchen, leaving Zoro to face his demise alone
“What now?” He played it off trying to sound as nonchalant as he could not even looking your direction
“How many times have I asked you to not leave your sake around my desk?” If looks could kill your boyfriend would be a dead man
“Where am I supposed to put it then?” He scoffed crossing his arms in front of his chest, he looked at you for a second and his heart clenched at the cute way your brows furrowed and your arms rested on your hips
“Oh! I don’t know maybe, just getting silly here, IN THE PANTRY WHERE IT BELONGS!” Zoros condecency was driving you insane making your tone scale
The swordsman noticed how you were getting tense and teardrops threaten to run down your cheeks, he sighed a little embarrassed he had made you this upset. He cupped your cheeks while he apologized in that soft tone he reserved just for you
“I’m sorry I forgot to put it away last night, it won’t happen again I promise” he drew comforting circles around your cheek as he whispered
“It got all over my notebooks” oh so that’s why you were so shaken up
“I’ll clean it up baby” your boyfriend kissed your forehead as he made his way to the kitchen for a towel, as he opened the door every crew member fell comically on top of each other, they were ears dropping as they do.
Before Zoro could complain, your sweet laugh was heard at the distance which made him smile a little “You should listen to her mosshead” Sanji muttered which made the swordsman’s smile drop and scream back at him
Sanji
“BLACK LEG SANJI” even though you were screaming at him, the cook couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the way you wouldn’t use his birth last name as you knew he despised it and what it stand for, instead raging while using his public name.
You stormed in the kitchen eyes fixed on him, even angry Sanji thought you were breathtaking
“Yes my world?” he beamed a smile at you which you didn’t know if it annoyed or charmed you
“What have I said about smoking indoors?” Sanji felt the air get stuck in his throat, his eyes drifted from yours in shame
“I uhm-“ he laughed nervously as you got closer and closer cornering him against the counter, both hands caging him while they rested on said counter
“You know damn well I hate when my clothes smell like cigarettes, now imagine how I feel when my whole room stinks” you grabbed Sanjis tie to move his face closer to yours without breaking eye contact, you knew exactly what to do to make him a nervous wreck
The blondes heart couldn’t help but skip several beats at the way you were acting right now, he felt bad about upsetting you but he could get used to this side of you
“My apologies princess, you know I cant manage to go without a smoke and sometimes I don’t want to leave your side” he twitched when his gaze met yours as he tried to explain himself
“Well you better start to manage” with a torturous slow move you took the cigarette that hanged from your boyfriends lips and threw it on the floor before stepping on it to take it out “Or I’ll move out of the room” you smiled teasingly while exploring his handsome features, stopping at his lips.
The cook turned all shades of red and pink breathing heavily, squirming a “Yes ma’m” before you kissed him passionately and breaking it abruptly
You winked at him before leaving the poor poor man absolutely stunted and a hot mess
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Law ends up falling asleep in his office, but is quickly waken up as he starts having a wet dream about you. Needing to get off, Law discovers you’ve left a pair of panties on his desk; the perfect thing to help aid him.
Warnings: afab reader, no pronouns, nsfw minors dni
Originally posted on Aug. 18th, 2023
repost from my main @jadedrrose as a part of my most popular fics event.
While it wasn’t strange for Law to be up late, it certainly was odd for him to fall asleep at his desk. He’d almost always avoid it, saying things about how it’s bad for his back.
Which is why you found it quite odd that he hadn’t come back to your room yet. You’d woken up for some water, only to find the other half of your bed cold and empty.
Sighing, you stretched and drank some of the water on your nightstand, before deciding to go drag your boyfriend back to bed.
—
It’d only been about fifteen minutes.
The day was long and tiring, especially with the crew having routine medical exams all day. Law was exhausted, to say the least. He’d been reviewing papers at his desk when he felt his eyes become heavy. The last thing he’d managed to see before passing out was the clock, which read 12:16 am.
At 12:31, Law woke up. He found it odd he’d only slept for such a short amount of time. Normally he’d be passed out for a good hour before either he woke up and went to bed, or before you’d come and bring him back.
His body was heavy and tense. He felt hot and disheveled, despite only being asleep for not even half an hour. Yawning, Law realized there was a certain tightness constricting his body that could only mean one thing.
Glancing downward with a tired gaze, Law groaned and promptly rolled his gray eyes at the sight. He was hard. Extremely hard, enough that it was nearly painful as his length strained against his jeans. That’s when Law remembered…
He’d dreamt about you in those fifteen minutes that he’d fallen asleep.
In the dream, Law entered his office, feeling upset over various things, just generally feeling annoyed and irritable. But of course, you could always make him feel better.
You were sitting on his desk, bare body just barely illuminated underneath the dim candle lighting of the room. Your legs hung off the front of the desk, arms behind you as they held your body up. Your breasts seemed so round and full underneath the lighting, drawing Law’s attention to them before anything else. He licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to suck on them, feed off of you.
But then your face stole the attention away. Your cheeks were flushed red, mouth hung open with drool spilling past your wet lips. Your eyes were halfway closed, lazily. There was a look on your face that seemed somewhere between desperate and fucked-out.
You looked something straight out of one of those magazines with prostitute pirates in them. Something Law always turned his nose up to, having less than zero interest in. But now, he can’t help but think how good you’d look on one, displayed so prettily for everybody to see.
He approached you, placing a hand on your right thigh, squeezing the soft skin. “Need some help, y/n?”
“Please Law,” you begged, biting down on your lips. “It hurts so bad, need you in me now.”
He kissed you before looking over your body from a front angle now, his eyes landing on your swollen pussy. Your body would tense every other moment, your cunt slightly contracting as you squeezed the muscles in it, clenching on nothing.
Law moved to kneel, burying his face into your sopping cunt after he took in a deep breath, inhaling your sweet lewd scent.
But just as his tongue could squirm inside you with a loud, melodic moan leaving you, it was all over.
Law panted, realizing he had to do something about the monstrosity in his pants right away. There was no way he could walk back to his room like this, and in his state of being blinded with lust, he entirely forgot to think of using his powers to teleport you into the office.
Law quickly tossed his shirt off, unzipping his jeans before throwing them open and freeing his aching cock. Wrapping one hand around the shaft, he let out a hiss from the contact. Shit, he was already feeling as though he could cum at any moment.
Then, in the back of his mind, Law recalled you coming in here last night and riding him while he sat at the desk. And how you’d left your panties in the corner of his desk.
Gray eyes searched his desk, finding the pair of black lace panties sitting just where you’d left them. Law, unable to control himself from the horniness, snatched the pair with his right hand, using his left to squeeze his length. It was so dirty, but Law didn’t quite care right now. He was so turned on by the idea that he didn’t even question doing it; Law brought the black panties up to his face, breathing in the sweet scent of your cunt lingering on them.
As the smell hit his nose, Law’s hips bucked upward, and suddenly he was stroking his cock with fever, needing to cum as soon as possible. Taking in one last breath of your intoxicating scent, Law reluctantly let go of his cock, fisting the panties into his left hand as he wrapped them around his engorged, needy cock, now using them to jerk himself off.
A moan escaped him, head falling forward as he rutted up into his hand, feeling the lace of your panties pleasantly rubbing against his reddened, swollen tip.
“Fuck, y/n…” he breathed out, biting his lip and clenching his right hand as he kept rubbing his length.
—
You’d expected Law to be completely passed out when you found him. However, what you ended up discovering was the last thing you expected from somebody like him.
With a careful hand, you quietly opened the metal door so as to not wake up your lover. But as soon as your head poked into the room, taking one step in, you could hear it.
Law’s voice sounded broken and weak, as he moaned and whimpered your name. You scanned the room before your eyes landed on where he sat, jeans around his ankles as he had a hand wrapped around his cock, some sort of fabric in the hand which held his member… but, were those-
Your panties?
Law was using your panties to get off.
Gasping, you quickly shut the door behind you before somebody walked by and walked into the scene, much like you had. Only, this is something that only you’d like to witness.
Law seemed scared by the sudden noise, his entire body jumping as he turned his head to look at you. But, his hand never stopped moving. His mouth hung open, pathetic whines leaving his lips as he looked at you, pitifully.
“Y/n,” he whined, dragging out the end of your name. “Baby, h-help.”
You approached Law, getting a better look at the sight before you.
“This is what you’re doing? Instead of coming back to bed?”
“I fell asleep, a-nd… when I woke up, I was so hard,” he mumbled, a few gasps escaping him as his hips jerked and rutted upward.
“What do you want me to do?” You asked, pulling his hat off of his head to reveal messy, sweaty locks of black hair.
“J-just… undress, or something, I dunno…”
“Okay,” you smiled, placing a kiss onto Law’s forehead, before pulling your tank top over your shoulders, revealing your breasts to Law. As the shirt got pulled away, they bounced as they released from their hold. The sight caused Law to let out a loud, desperate moan.
Next was your pajama shorts, quickly followed by your panties. You figured Law needed more of a show to get off, so you hopped up onto his desk, spreading your legs for him to see your glistening cunt.
You could feel yourself throbbing, knowing Law masturbating to you was turning you on way more than it should’ve. So as to not waste time, you licked two fingers, bringing your hand down to begin playing with your puffy pussy lips.
Using the two fingers to spread your lips, Law got a good look at your hole, a groan leaving him as you clenched around nothing, much like you had in his dream.
Once you deemed yourself wet enough, you dove in, inserting one finger into your cunt. You whined, using your free hand to grope your breast, kneading at the plushy skin while pinching and pulling your nipple in between.
Quickly, the room became filled with the lewdest noises you’d ever heard. Law’s desperate whimpers, the squelching of your wet pussy as you fingered yourself, combined with your’s and Law’s mixed moans, both of you coming undone at the sight of each other.
With you now aiding him, Law was able to finish. But, the urge to finish in you took his body over, as he tossed the panties away, grabbed your hips with one hand and used the other to pull your hand out of your cunt, before shoving his aching cock into your wet hole.
As soon as his length was buried in you, Law’s hot sticky cum spilled inside you, whimpers and cries escaping his mouth as he gripped your hips so harshly you knew there’d be marks later.
Feeling the seed filling you up, you began cumming too, body shaking as your hips jerked up to meet Law’s thrusts, pretty moans leaving your lips.
You both eventually calmed down, you collapsing backwards to lay flat on the desk, while Law fell forward to lay on top of you, his cock still deep inside you.
“F-fuck,” he cursed, burying his face into your neck.
You let out a light-hearted chuckle, beginning to run your fingers through his hair. “Should’ve just told me you needed help, baby,” you whispered, feeling Law’s exhausted body tremble against you. “Though, I did enjoy the show.”
“Y-you’re not mad I used your panties?” He asked, voice weak.
“Of course not,” you smiled, a cute giggle leaving you.
“Th-that’s… good to know.”
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