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Hot— that's all you can focus on. The sticky between the webs of your fingers so far away from you, resting a whole stretched out arm's length away on the whale skin leather of the benches that line around the walls of the Sunny's aquarium; your skin's melting, you're sure, it's the sweat that oozes out of your pores, between folds of skin chafing against skin, clinging around your shape, the temporary relief of pushing hair out of your face and stripping down to the barest of layers without flashing your crewmates. Horrid hot, the salt in the air crystallised, evaporated to taste in your mouth whenever you swipe your tongue against your top lip, your own sweat to keep you hydrated. Breathing is damped by the weight of oxygen, thickened and curdled with the chirping of pervasive sun rays atop the Sunny's deck, soaking through the great Adam's wood and congealing through rooms and hallways.
You've no idea how everyone else is coping, gave up trying to play nice in passing conversation with most of your crew— irritated and boiling and hating the mention of ‘Alabasta’. You joined sometime after Alabasta, after Vivi, and after Luffy had taken down his first Warlord. It's never been something that bothered you, not to this degree anyways, but you reckon that the sizzling you've been doing under the Grand Line sun had dehydrated the rationale you had concerning your bitterness to feeling left out. So now all you had were the little shards of annoyance, the unadulterated childish isolation and alienation you had from becoming a Strawhat too late.
You hoarded all the cool treats that Sanji had made into the aquarium, licking vanilla ice cream and caramel glaze off the bottom of your lip as you watched the drag of waves through the glass. The aquarium was notably cooler than the rest of the Sunny, something about the room needing to stay a certain degree so Luffy could keep his dinner fresh and alive until he was hungry, the lack of warm light to keep the fish complacent until Sanji got his knife in them. Plus, no one was in the aquarium— you didn't have to hear them talking about Alabasta.
Watching a purple sea king twist around the water, splitting through the blue with a quick lurch, you blink and it's gone, leaving behind some pathetic catches, smaller schools of fish that were caught in some net cast off the side of the Sunny, forgotten for an hour or two until Franky dragged it up and dumped it into the aquarium. Eventually, even those fish are gone and you're still watching the empty blue, tasting the fizz and crackle of some experimental dessert Sanji'd been tinkering with as you consider the bubbles of air scoring through the water, snapping apart.
Alabasta, Alabasta— the last you'd heard of the country was when the Strawhats were there, something about Smoker uncovering some heinous ploy to take over the world, capturing Warlord Sir Crocodile in the process; you should have known Luffy was there. Speaking of Luffy: Luffy; you keep thinking about Luffy. The last you'd seen of him he had his tongue stuck to the back of the refrigerator where the ice was, melting out of the open door of the fridge before Sanji yelled at him and slammed the door shut on his ass out of principle. It merely bounced back and rattled a few things around.
You think about Luffy as you start eating the ice cream, packaged ones you guys got from a few islands back, tracing melted chocolate up from the inside of your wrist to your palm, sucking on the stale cone, and then dragging a flat tongue up to the cream at the top before biting down. Rich, thickened chocolate melting over your palate as you remember the slip of tan skin between his open vest and the low waist band of his denim shorts, the peek of some no brand boxers. You chew on some swirl of caramel and salt sticks to your molars in the back; beads of sweat over the curve of his hip— you push your thumb against the corner of your mouth to redirect some of the cream into your mouth.
Half a finger in your mouth, the tang of caramel and sweat stuck beneath your nail, transferring a print to the buds of your tongue, you think you've lost your mind when you see a ripple of an arm sneaking in through the door. Must be the heat, the reflection of some flesh coloured fish around you until the hand gropes around for some leverage, nails cut into the matte of the cushion benches and then the waves pulled taut, straightening into a beam and then the door swings, rattling back and forth on its poor hinges as Luffy shoots through the room. He lands, ass up, upside down on the bench across from you.
Luffy makes a ‘nyop’ noise after he plants his feet on the glass of the aquarium behind him, kicking himself ‘round to stand up; his hand throwing the straw hat lop–sided on his shoulder to swing at his back as he looks around like he's not sure where he is.
“Captain,” you drawl, making things easier for him. You've still got that pervasive irritation from being left out as they chatted and giggled and laughed about some giant, perverted crab and camel, but you reckon all the sweet's been rotting your teeth, making words slip and slide easier.
When he turns a thirty–two teethed grin to you, all molars and sharp incisors, you preen; when he calls your name, smiling ‘round the syllables, you shiver. He gives you a moment to see him, he's the shine of an oyster's pearl, the slick of slimy seaweed dressed in unnatural blues; his unforgiving red vest is mellowed into a purple, he'd unbuttoned his shorts earlier, something about letting the air in. It also lets the pests in, letting your eyes slip from the tacky of sweaty skin, tripping over obstructing hems and lingering on the cotton peek of his boxers. His fly's wholly undone, the two corners of his waistband flipped outwards, open like an invitation for you to stay with your gaze. Denim low, low, low on his waist like he doesn't know what he's doing— probably doesn't, no one else in the crew's crazy enough to want Luffy this way, Luffy don't know what it means to want like you do. He must do, he's good with intent, good with knowing those he calls his.
He turns indignant when he sees the food you'd been hoarding. “No fair!” He decides, crashing half into you and swiping an arm around whatever you'd had on your lap to shovel into his wide, greedy, encompassing mouth. He spits out some wrapper and then, belatedly, “it's so much cooler in here,” Luffy realises, letting himself sprawl out on the seats.
You make a general noise of agreement, nodding your head away.
He lets you forget he’s there beside you surprisingly, quietly chewing on the food he’s still got in his mouth. You consider your eyes upon a tiny blip of a fish, a tragic thing that hasn't even been good enough to be food for Luffy, watching it struggle against the stretch of water rolling off of the end of a sea king’s flickering tail. You're startled when Luffy speaks— the fish goes limp, lets itself be washed away. “Are y’ upset?” Dribbling strawberry syrup from his lips. You make a face. Shadows of the deep blue obscure it and Luffy is half distracted by the heat, the food, only catches the frays of your expression turning indifferent again.
“No,” sounds petulant even to your own ears, childish and immature as you toe off your shoes, spread your toes out, and curl them— sweeping your thighs back in closer and digging your heels into the pleather seats. You can feel his gaze like a different shade of a sunburn, heavy the glare of a sun on a different planet; you're masochistic enough to turn over to watch his face bounce through different expressions.
“You upset ‘cause it’s hot?” Luffy asks, slurping up some slushie as the words melt, “Nami gets angry too, have t’ stay away from her when it gets this hot.”
Burning, ashamed maybe, you narrow your eyes at him. “I’m not upset,” you adamantly deny.
Luffy looks at you like he’s trying to see something else, apprehensive about the way he nods his head slowly, mouth opens to sound out the words, “mmm, ‘kay.” And then you get more agitated because that's the response he gives Nami when he’s trying to not piss her off about something.
It’s counterintuitive to keep claiming you're not upset but you feel you can't help it, frowning as you deny again. “I’m not.” Third time’s a charm, you reckon, denying a man three times has worked well enough before. But then Luffy comes closer, eyes open wide; his fingers around your knee as he shoves his face closer.
He asks, “why are you getting upset?”
You couldn't betray him the truth, shouldn't, but Luffy's good at knowing it all regardless; he might have even come looking for you just to make sure. His fingers are moist, you can imagine the taste of them in your mouth: metallic salt, sweet vanilla, tonka spiced, cold— you bite on your lip. His body weighs heavy on your knee, burdening you over on your left side. Luffy tilts his head to his shoulder, expressionless mostly, “don't wanna talk ‘bout it?”
“It’s stupid,” you mumble.
Luffy nods, “probably is.” Doesn’t even sound like he doubts it, so it might have been right for you to lower your gaze, hope the shadows of flowing fish cover the apprehensive soft of your features. “Y' should tell me anyway,” Luffy continues, thumbing over the wrapper of whatever else has caught his fancy.
That's not an invitation— Luffy is not one for invites, he warns and then he does. You have a second or two, depending on how distracted he can get himself, before Luffy does what he does best: wants and gets. Ironically, you get distracted by the possible outcomes of this interaction and you entirely miss how he discards the hoard of food and then weighs his whole self, his attention onto you, harder, insistent, waiting. He’s wanting; it won't be long before he gets and you know, you're no fool, you'll fold to his whims.
You let him come to his own conclusion. Too stubborn and far too smart to give him any ammunition; whatever he sees makes him frown.
You're watching his mouth, you realise, after your gaze glides off the sweat under his nose, follows the glide of a downward turn and then slips completely off his chin— skipping around the angle of his Adam's apple, sparkling with a hue of the salty sea and the sharp of scales that get caught between your teeth, irritates you, continues slipping below his open vest and stops again, once more, at the band of his boxers.
“Is it hot?” He asks, like it matters.
Going down was an easy feat, everything glides with the drag of gravity, but going up— against the natural tug— was hard; something in your stomach pants with a feeling you’ve never known when you make eye contact with Luffy; you think it’s been melted out of you, deep between layers of muscle and flesh that you’ve never had the knowledge of. Following that logic, you nod. Luffy, for whatever reason, mimics your nodding; a wet clump of hair slaps down against his forehead and he pushes it back with the back of his hand. Imagine him out of the bath, your brain then supplies, imagine him wet, dripping— imagine him with his hair swept back with nothing but moisture, clothes an afterthought, imagine the flush on his cheeks from the warm of the bath, the smoke that follows his feet with the bathroom door swinging after him, imagine him with wet eyes. Think about his sticky hands, how it stretches around your knees, how his fingers are always closed with no intent of going, about his wide brown eyes— dirt coloured, dyed with the yellow of dandelions he’d been digging around at; the message in his eyes obscured enough that you’re allowed to misinterpret how he makes a point of looking so intently, never lets up with it. Think about it.
“You look like Sanji,” he has the gall to laugh at you afterwards.
That shocks you sober. An offended gasp of air in through your nose, embarrassed and ashamed, as you shove him out of your face; hands against the round of his shoulders. Steady as Luffy is, he hardly moves; he makes an indignant noise but you’re the one that stumbles and slips off the bench. Luffy grips you by the leg when he realises you’re falling backwards. You end up on the floor regardless, hands braced behind you with your legs still hooked up on the leather, eyes wide as you look up at Luffy; it wouldn’t be strange for him to laugh. You’re horrified by the thought and the feeling you’d run away from earlier comes back stronger. If he laughs now, you won't recover.
A while ago, you’d given up on trying to understand Luffy; it’s much too complicated and far too much of a convoluted mission for you to try your hand at. So, naturally, when Luffy drops forward, unceremoniously and in the way that hurts the most, right into your chest, all you can do is take it. The added weight collapses your arms at the elbows; your back pressed against the floor as Luffy shifts his hat onto his head. Comfortable, like it's his rightful spot. Your forearms are against the wooden planks, head tilted up to look at Luffy, “why’d you put your hat on?” is the easiest thing to say.
Luffy shrugs, “felt right.” Amazing, great, wonderful; even if the man himself didn't have a lick of an idea of what you wanted, something in him always knew his crew. You can feel a bruise forming, under the shape of his ass— which you're not sure how to feel about because you don't really want a bruise in the shape of his ass across your hips but there's no reason for it to hurt so much, something like an ache over the skin that he’s against. He leans forward, his hips shift and he comes close enough that the button of his denim shorts end up pressed into your hipbone.
“Captain,” both startled and wary; you think about it quickly as he comes closer, you don't think he'll take offense, he’d be confused at best. He wouldn't understand it enough for you to really be embarrassed about it, it wouldn't mean a thing to him, so you prepare yourself accordingly, and then, quick as you can, “are you trying to kiss me?”
Luffy makes a noise, not of disgust you have to tell yourself, but of confusion. “No, you have ice cream in your hair.” You do have a response for that, albeit it being undeservedly defensive to save face, but then Luffy swarms in again, and drops his jaw— presses his tongue against your hairline to lick up into the sweet wrapped into strands of your hair. You blink. Once. Twice. Luffy mimics you, smacking his lips together, “vanilla?”
It’s so stupid you have to take a minute. Reaching up to tug his hat over his eyes, you keep your hand against the material, pressing it into his face; you’re so confused because anyone else you might have been able to consider it to be flirting— abrupt and perverse, invasive, but for Luffy, it might have been as easy as seeing a crumb of food and just wanting it. Where does that leave you?
Luffy reminds that your place is beneath him. An indignant noise leaves his mouth, “hey,” he shouts, ripping your hands off of him, settling his hat back on his head. He looks at you with a frown, eyebrows furrowed, lips inviting in a pout. “You are upset,” he accuses, “is it ‘cause you’re hot?” A pause, “or did you want a kiss?” He blinks, opening them up again is like the bottom of the ocean unhinging to take you— you imagine that it might be the sight that so many have never had the fortune to see, drowned too early before they get to kiss the floor of the sea. Shame, you think, it’s beautiful, as you look at Luffy. “Or my hat?”
All three guesses suck.
Somehow though, Luffy gets an answer. He tugs the string of his straw hat over his head from under his chin and settles it onto yours, grinning with a ‘shishishi’ tickling through his teeth.
He gives you enough confidence to ask, “what if I wanted a kiss?”
Luffy leaves a gap of silence between you, where his mind seems to wander far away— which is a horrifying sight because it means he’s thinking and seas knows nothing good comes out of him thinking, but you're still underneath him. Stuck beneath his weight, you shift awkwardly, almost wanting to get away. His lips part to mouth around some word in a tongue you must be unfamiliar with, but you watch as a line of saliva stretches between his lips, thick and white from the dairy of the ice cream and all of a sudden, “captain.” And you don't recognise that word then either, even when it comes from your own mouth. An unfamiliar language, an emotional one maybe; Luffy knows it though ‘cause whatever you were trying to say, he understands and responds by dipping his head down.
Your breath catches, pulls back into your mouth like you're hoping it won't scare him away and he takes a moment. Luffy studies you, assesses in his own way; you get scared, pressing your feet against the wood of the benches and pushing hard in an attempt to slide out from under him.
It doesn't really work— fat ass Luffy keeps you down— but it gets some startled noise out of Luffy, a sort of gasp and hitch of breath that you think is most similar to when he resurfaces after falling into the sea, clutching onto Zoro for dear life, looking all pathetic and miserable. He twitched. “Hey, don't do that.” He says first, decidedly upset as he tests the feeling in his toes by curling them. Petty and still childish, you try it again. He lurches— all sharp angles and obtuse ticking in a way you’d never seen rubber do; his spine snaps forward in parts of three, motion separated from each other like they’re not of the same whole and Luffy folds himself down against you. A frisson that jumps and skips across the active lines of a transmission tower of tangled wires and obscured messages. His head is bowed low, the point of his widow’s peak sat at the hollow between your collarbones, his knees pulled in as close as possible with you obstructing the rest of the way. There’s barely a second for you to appreciate the view, his sun–burnt skin and the slight line of lighter skin under his vest all in the same glaze as salted caramel, before Luffy nods his head back up to glare at you. “I said don’t do that.”
“Why not?” And it’s only half asked to be difficult, the other half is because you want to know why it’s bothering him— why it’s made him twitch.
The response you get is the furrow of a brow— one you don’t understand but react to all the same. Your head tilts and it's now that urges of fight leave you and discards behind simple curiosity; you don’t really get it, no, not even when it’s yours, but Luffy does. He’s good at that, at knowing. He doesn’t know much, but he understands how the synapses work, where the sinew and the bone connect, he knows where the blood sits, how it gets to the heart— he knows where to look to catch every tick, vellication, tremble; in hypotheticals, of course, because Luffy doesn’t know it in himself, but on you, on his crew it’s easy. Luffy knows exactly where to touch so that your skin opens up to invite him closer in. You’d given him a hint earlier.
“Feels weird,” he responds, nose scrunching and, because restraint is unfamiliar to him, he continues, “makes me w’nna kiss you.”
You thought Luffy had lost all capacity to shock you, thought you’d managed to get used to his particular brand of chaos. You’re not sure what your face is doing, past your lip trembling in open and close to make some noises that you think a blubbering fish would make on dry land. Luffy shows about as much interest in women as Sanji shows interest in men, which is to say he doesn’t and if he does, it's apprehensively at best. He’s no fool and he knows about sex, as juvenile as his brothers might have made it or as clinical as Chopper might have explained, but for him to want the prerequisite is confounding.
You squint your eyes at him, disbelieving and unsure. “A kiss?” You echo, the words sounding even crazier as they glide around the aquarium, return to your ears in a glutinous lacquer picked up from molecules of wet clinging ‘round the air. “What’d you even know about kissing?” And then, “are you making fun of me?”
“No, why would I do that?”
“Cause it’s kissing,” you stress like Luffy might get it. He doesn’t. You won’t get an answer past frustration. “What did I even do?”
Luffy huffs, irritated. He stretches his back out again, presses his hands onto your shoulders. “This,” and you’re reminded that you’ll never truly be able to guess what Luffy is capable of when he rolls his hip into yours, up and lousy. The intention is there, but the point is immature, doesn’t work in the way he’s trying to make it. Still, it knocks a breath up your throat, warped in all the heat, viscous with all the melting it's done and leaves slick all the way up to the back of your throat when the metal button of his shorts catches on a belt loop of your pants.
“This?” And you do better, lift your hips from the floor and press it up into him where— yes— you feel the faint hardening of something distinct and Luffy makes that same gasp, twitches all the same. His fingers tremble over your shoulders and he squeezes down around skin hard.
Well, there’s your answer.
Something possesses you easily when you know Luffy is being generous enough to allow it. “Luffy,” he shakes his head, his bottom lip caught between teeth and you remember how careless he is with his mouth, how easy it is for him to tear through meat and how sloppy he gets with sauce, “captain.” Another gasp broken through the surface of water, pathetic, miserable. You gratefully take your catch. Grabbing onto the lapels of his vest and tugging him down as you stomp your shoes onto the floor, jerking your hips up as your teeth rattle, ring against Luffy’s.
Luffy's kissed before. That's the impression you have first, but then you realise that no, that's just instinct. He doesn't know what he’s doing, which is great— makes you feel an immature flicker of pride when you drop your jaw and press your open mouth against his, swallowing all the splutters of gasps and breaths and heavy pants; something ugly inside you, a muscly thing full of phlegm and blood, something you haven't realised the weight of since joining the Strawhats, preens at the realisation that this was new. A whole unexplored territory of touch and new experiences for your captain and here you were, the one who had initiated it all and the one to see it through all the way to the end with him. The only Strawhat that's had your tongue against Luffy's palate, where he keeps all his most treasured flavors.
Before you get to really feel sick at the train of thought, Luffy squeezes around the fabric of your shirt and then his tongue desperately lurches. It feels like drowning as the muscle stretches out, like he’s trying to flood your mouth, rewire all the senses in your mouth to only know him; you shouldn't be surprised, when Luffy doesn't know what to do with what he wants, he does it all excessively and hopes how large his gesture had done at least something notable. A hypnic jerk of your hips makes him pause, spitting out his tongue from your mouth.
“Hey!” He shouts, offended; he presses his weight down to keep you still, like he’s denying you the pleasure to keep rutting against him.
You're equally miffed, “don't stretch out your tongue— holy shit, I couldn't breathe.”
Luffy doesn't look a bit apologetic, just annoyed that he’s got it wrong; his face scrunches up and then, finally, “sorry.”
The tension on your face splits and breaks away as the thought occurs to you, he really doesn't know what he’s doing, then you get giddy again, because oh God, Luffy doesn't know what he’s fucking doing and you're the first person to have ever scolded him for his horrible kissing habits, because your captain has never kissed before.
“Hey, you look like Sanji again!” He points out, a grin already on his face.
You slap your hand against his face, “shut up.” The moment’s gone, you sigh, at least you get his first kiss, even if Sanji was somewhat, dubiously involved.
You're shifting to get out from under him when Luffy grabs at you. “Where you going?” He whines, “I wanna keep kissing.”
You don't need much more convincing, dogish when it comes to him. “Alright, captain.” This time you don't miss the slight shiver that makes Luffy twang like a rubber band, how it ends at the very tips of his hair and the sigh he lets out of him; like a string of rubber that's so easily malleable, stretches taut with a curled index and then slips off with a misguided touch and can so readily hurt. He’s a lot more tentative this time, careful and slow when he opens his mouth, tilts his head to let you slide the curve of your lips together; the friction of two tectonic plates over the course of years spent in anticipation, shivering and fizzling under the cool, cool sea until it learns of touch.
His denim shorts tremble like the waves following a collision, shifting up to cover the colour of his boxers before dragging back down as he mimics a sloppy tempo against you. Sweat builds up again, you try to convince yourself it’s the same kind of heat that would have troubled Luffy in Alabasta. You thought the sound of Luffy eating would always be annoying, smacking his lips and slurping and letting out obnoxious, appreciative moans and groans that would make any other pirate irritated; you're selfish enough to enjoy it when it’s you he’s got his undivided attention on trying to swallow. He surges forwards, follows with a stubborn you know well, the moment makes his straw hat tip back, threatening to slip off your head but Luffy slaps a hand against it and steadies it back onto your head.
Satisfied, he focuses back onto you. The sound of wet closes in around your head, pure obscenity, the savagery of ducking your head down and goring down on an open orifice of your meal— it slicks around creases of your ears, floods in and makes everything else sound far, far away; distantly, very distantly, you hear the sudden swerve of a large tail of an unimaginable beast that Luffy has only found usefulness in its calories. He's sloppy in ways you don’t understand, you can feel the sticky of spit against the corner of your mouth and it's thick in a way that ain't right, swirled with vanilla and thick chocolate as Luffy curls a hand under your nape. The sound of your own gasps, flavoured with captain's spit, return to you foreign after it circles around the walls of the aquarium, taunting schools of fish as it bounces onto the glass and reverberates back to you in a poor, embarrassing echo.
Captain's getting heavy, the intent of how his hips press low against you and then the curve of his bulge as he settles it between the stitch of fabric and then slides it up in a rough manner. “Captain,” breathless, like breaking out the ocean, Luffy doesn't stop— opens his mouth wider with the intention of swallowing the call of his name like he doesn't want it to go any further, “Lu— Luffy, give, give me a sec’, c'mon.” He chases the words with his grinding, every vowel followed by his insistent rutting. “Let me get my pants off.”
He whines, pulls back from your lips after he places his tongue flat against the top of your mouth and traces a line from the back to the edge of your teeth. “No, don't make me stop—” His jaw clenches, teeth grinding like he’s gonna set his second gear into motion if you even dare keep pushing for a pause; he squeezed around the nape of your neck, blunt nails digging into skin that makes you duck your head back into your shoulders, “not stoppin’, captain’s orders, keep going.” He uses his foot from where his legs are bent to straddle you to kick at your thigh like he's trying to get a horse to move.
It would offend you but then again this is Captain.
So naturally, the only path to try and take is to appease him as nicely as you can into getting what you want. “Captain,” voice low, a thickened sweet with catches of cold ice like a milkshake, “you feel good right?” He snaps his head in a nod, eyebrows furrowed at you with a snarl that is so blatant in its ‘so what?’.
“I want to feel good too, so let me get my pants off.”
Frustration makes his features curl, the ears of a canine predator laying flat against its head, he flattens his tongue against his sharpest tooth and clicks his tongue as he takes it away. You've never had his annoyance directed at you, perhaps for the better because you can only imagine that it’d have had you as wet as you are now, no matter the circumstances. He lifts his hips if only for a second, doesn't wait for you to do anything before he grabs at the hem of your shorts and tugs it down. Once it’s down enough to reveal your underwear, Luffy decides it’s good enough to get back down.
“Okay?” He asks with the petulance of an impatient man, daring you to say anything but yes.
You breathe out a sigh that rattles through your ribs, pings off the curve of bones before it’s gone, “yeah,” you settled your hands onto his thighs, “thanks Captain.”
How submissive you are makes him a little less grudgeful, huffing before he starts again, picks up the speed just from when he’d stopped. His irises quiver with an unwavering focus, knees pressed in against your side as he knocks the curve of a strained bulge against the dampening crease molding against your skin. This is what he looks like, all those times his straw hat obscures his face, when the boy you love becomes who he’s promised to be: captain; eyebrows sharpened into an upward slant, a scrunch of agitation between them, animalistic and wanting, getting. Sweat becomes more manageable when you get to taste its salt off his tanned skin, keening upwards with your hands pressed against the panels of wood behind you to get there, swerving your head along the cut of his jaw to get up into his sideburns, toffee that crackles in wads of dairy thick spit, makes your throat dry when you swallow.
Luffy slams you down, so hard that your vision splits for a moment and the world duplicates with a blurry fizz, cracks back from its duplicity when he gathers your tethers by ravishing his hands up your shirt, his thumbs pressed into your navel and then pushing up so he can cup his hands over your breasts. He’s no patience to fiddle with the clasps at your back, pushing the support of your bra over the fat and strangles you with the top of its cups as he squeezes around the meat. The liquid ease of earlier words are roughened back to solids under his grinding, leaves you in half–breaths and strangled gasps that mimic the vibrations of his name, of captain, of pleases, and of mores. He’s never looked more sober, heavy to consider; he’s usually grand, boisterous with all his actions, unnecessarily so with his ability to blow himself up, stretch to a larger stature.
Luffy has a handful of tit that he abuses, you try your best to keep up with how he thrusts his hips into yours, but you soon find out that there is no tempo, no pattern, and it annoys him more than it does help. You surrender yourself to laying there, clenching around nothing and gripping onto his thighs, fingers pushed up past the hem of his shorts as he ducks his head down and bites at a hardened nipple and then suckles. “Mine.” Captain says once. You hadn’t even needed to hear it, you knew you were his far before he had even invited you onto his ship, but it’s chilling for him to acknowledge it, to know it and to use it— for you to hear it echo and slick between grooves of wooden planks, to adhere to splits between panels of glass, and for the sea kings to burrow into hiding when they hear his voice. It’s entombed in his haki, you realise when you see an eel–like sea monster snap at an angle to shoot away from the glass of the aquarium.
You peek down at him at the valley of your chest and find he’s already looking up at you, lying in wait. He burrows his strained bulge between saturated cotton and tilts his head. “Yeah, captain.” His lips jerk into a wide grin, manic around the shaking of his pupils, and then snaps up, thrusts the crook of his cock right against your clit. When he finds that it makes your head tip back, pushing into the shape of his straw hat, he does it again.
“Here?” He asks, almost amused. You nod your head, a whine stuck between phlegm when he does it again. He gets stubborn about it, testing it a couple of times until he feels your nails dig into his skin and then, he moves his head further up, licking up from your throat to your chin. Captain kisses you again, just once, a sweet peck that puts you off–kilter in the moment and makes you follow after him, “hey,” humming to get your attention, apologises for the chaste kiss by mimicking what it would have been against your clit with his bulge. “Are you gonna tell me what got you upset?”
You frown, feeling immature in the way you bite on your gums, peeking up at him through lashes and furrowed eyebrows. Luffy mimics your expression as he settles his hands by your head, boxers sticky on yours— the reminder that it was your doing appeases you, “you're not gonna tell your captain? C'monnnn, ‘m asking nice an’ all.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck if he doesn’t know how to get under your skin. A full body itch, the need for nails to press in at the back of your head and split your skin down to muscle to your heels, you need this pumping blood out of your body and you need oxygen to deplete and you need someone to break your bones and you think you want it to be him. Most of all, you want his approval more than anything. Even if you hadn't, the sound of his stained boxers on yours, the way he looms like he's about to unhinge his jaw over your head— it's hard to say no when he's redirecting all thoughts to your pussy.
You take a large breath to centre yourself and because he's getting real fucking precise with where you're most sensitive, it gets hot beneath the flesh, gives you the illusion of it being cooler when the heat is not plastering to your skin but bubbling beneath you. “I didn’t like— fuck— you guys talking about Alabasta.” His hips jerk in surprise and there's a split second when he freezes like he doesn't expect it but then he's back into motion.
“Why not?”
You look at him like he's stupid, realising, when your eyes settle on him wholly, how wrecked he looks. His skin is glazed with a sheen, sweat collects at angles of his shape and threatens to drip onto you, his hair is frizzy with the heat, stray matted strands pointing upwards and about at the back of his head, his eyes spinning ‘round and ‘round before they drag back down to the colour of your panties, letting out a sigh, and then back up; you're reminded of cinnamon rolls, the speckles of seasoning that could easily be his freckles, the glaze of liquid sugar rolled between folds of his body, the gooey centre that you'd have to unravel the rest to get to. Sweet on your tongue, sticky on your fingers with the way you eat it, licking your lips afterwards.
“I was jealous, captain.” For your honesty, Luffy fucks his hips harder. Or not. He's doing it for his own pleasure at his point, hardly listening but ‘uh–huh'ing anyways because he'd asked you to tell him and he's a good, good captain so of course he'll listen to the woes of his crew. His ‘mhm’ is shaky, trembles after his hips stutter and he wanders his hands from the ground to your shoulders for a better grip, his jaw is clenched and you feel the twitch of his cock between the heated folds of your cunt, hitting against your clit with every tick. “I wasn't yours at that point, so I didn't like hearing about it.”
Maybe he just wants you to shut up, maybe he means it and it's as easy as, “you're mine now.” Captain promises, threatens, warns— you don't fucking know.
“Yeah,” you agree, and then “yeah, yeah,” ‘cause he’s getting real good with his hips and you're closer than you remember, losing all heat between your toes as you curl them, clawing at his thighs with a moan that bares your throat to him.
“So wet,” Captain observes, panting between the consonants, “so hot, s’ good.”
His dick twitches, wet blossoms from the pre sticking to his inner thigh. He lowers himself down and opens his jaw around your throat, bites down as you bring your knees into his sides, squeezing tight around him as you feel thrumming shocks of an overwhelming orgasm twitch through your body; your ears pop, a bursting of a bubble right in your eardrum.
You're halfway through a call of Captain's name when he licks over the marks of his teeth and he says, “I know,” and presses his lips against yours as he drags a final grind against you, mouthing off words you're not sure of as he comes. He eases off the rutting slowly, like he doesn't really want to, but the feeling gets a little painful as he keeps chasing. Captain keeps himself satisfied by kissing, making obnoxious smacking noises and humming with his tongue on top of your teeth. His kissing is strange, isn't so much kissing but mimics the shadows of what eating is, too much teeth and swallowing for it to be anything different, carries a dangerous intent— you’re sure he’d swallow if he could.
Luffy pulls back with a wide cheshire grin that you can somehow taste on your tongue— it’s sweet, a kick of a spice, thickens and melts, “you're nakama, ‘right? Means you’re always gonna be mine.”
To be honest, it’s embarrassing how that comforts you so. It’s only now in the situation you blush, “mhm.” It’s worse in a way, childish and immature, an unknown feeling to a child who’s only learnt of the sweet things in life.
“Don't be stupid, ‘kay? Y’re not meant to be,” a pause where he thinks, “but you should tell me when you're feelin’ stupid, I’ll help.”
You’re not exactly sure how he intends to help, but that’s a promise, and if you know anything about Luffy, it’s that he’s stubborn to a dizzying degree and he’ll make sure to do as best he can to make good on promises. Either way, if you find yourself acting a bit more stupid after you follow Luffy out of the aquarium, dragging him into the showers of the Sunny, it’s no one’s problem but Captain’s.
ashamed to admit i got writers jealousy from a luffy smut but THIS?? BABY THIS IS IT !! beautiful, a masterpiece if you will. i’m kicking my feet and giggling like a schoolgirl, thank you for feeding us so well !!!!
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who’s the hottest lady in the whole campus. Ladies and gentlemen alike get excited knowing she’s in their classes.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who barely gives people the time of day… Until a particular woman catches her eye.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who goes out of her way to sit next to you, eyeing your notebook during lecture, too shy to speak.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who’s face flushes when you’re paired together for a simple geography project.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who gets butterflies in her stomach when you give her your number. Even though it’s only school related… For now.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who’s secretly excited to study and work together in the campus library, her gaze more focused on your facial features instead of the thick textbook in front of her.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who stutters when you ask if she wants to come over to your dorm. She gives you a shy nod, yet she’s doing cartwheels in her mind, beyond happy that she’s getting a chance to get closer to you.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who gets distracted by your beauty instead of focusing on work, always making small talk with you as you both study.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who finally musters up the courage to subtly flirt with you, her eyes shining bright when you slowly reciprocate her flirtations.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who can’t keep her hands off of you. Fingers gently caressing your hand, elbows slightly brushing up against each other while you both jot down notes, cheek pressing against yours as you both read the thick geography textbook.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who asks you to be her girlfriend once you both complete the geography project, ecstatic that you reciprocate her feelings.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who takes you everywhere she goes, flaunting you like you’re the best trophy she’s ever obtained.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who relishes in the fact that everyone on campus is jealous of the fact that you’re her girlfriend.
Imagine scolding Law for his behaviour with Kin’emon on Punk Hazard…
Law stared at the group of Strawhat-following-misfits who were using a destroyed Vegapunk lab as their base. His eyes travelled from the captive Brownbeard to the Strawhats until he eventually landed on a familiar looking Wano samurai.
He didn’t know the man’s name only that he was proving to be an issue to his plan.
“You put yourself together.” He stated in his usual deadpan.
A sharp pinch bloomed in his ear and Law found his head being tugged down. He cried out in surprise and was about to wreak havoc on the person who dared touch him… until his eyes landed on you.
“You’re impossible.” You frowned. “A man comes looking for his son and you scatter him all over the island?”
He didn’t know why but his anger was suddenly replaced with a small dose of fear. He hated being at the centre of your ire - especially with an audience.
And worst of all? Law struggled to yell at you.
“Ow! He was in my way.” Law explained, trying to pull away from your grip and failing. “I’m a Warlord of the Sea. You can’t just-”
You tugged harder and Law physically stumbled. “Law-kun, bad behaviour isn’t excused.”
Law’s argument slipped off his tongue and rolled into the arctic snow to be forgotten when he those magic words hit his ears…
Law-kun.
The way you said it quietened his mind and speared a warmth into his heart. The longer he stared at you, Law noticed that the softer your gaze became.
A joyful laugh crackled through the quiet, “This is funnier than when Nami hits Zoro and Sanji!”
Luffy’s laugh broke Law’s focus. He remembered the context of the ear pinch and decided that he would stand his ground and resist your charm.
“I’m not apologising.” He refused and registered the way the softness in your eyes dissolved into disappointment.
He was wrong, he hated this expression of yours more. With a heavy sigh, he found words that would hopefully be sufficient. “But I should have heard him out.”
You searched his eyes for deceit and a very, small part of Law wanted you to lean forward. But you only shrugged in defeat and released his ear. Luffy was calling you away from him so you merely jabbed his chest with a frown.
“Be nicer.” You said, quickly kissing the corner of his mouth before bounding after the Strawhat.
Your parting words Law would ignore. ‘Nice’ wasn’t going to defeat the Emperors of the Sea.
He heard a small shuffle of snow and looked to the side. The tall, dark-haired female that they called Robin was standing by, giggling as he rubbed his ear.
“What’s so funny?” He grumbled.
“I wonder how it feels to realise that you’re not the captain in your relationship.” She asked curiously before, she too, walked away in the same direction of her captain.
~ More One Piece imagines here ~
A/n: I started my One Piece anime journey two years ago. After a hiatus, I can confirm that I’m now at Punk Hazard and the Law content is superrrr!
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#tags ♡ not-so-slow burn, mentions of blindness, blind! fem! reader, opposites attract, comfort, fluff, grumpy x sunshine trope, soft zoro, does not follow anime/manga, humor .ᐟ.ᐟ
#nana's notes ♡ inspired by "veil" by Kotteri
him and her.
on an island painted with hues and colors far too bright for a certain swordsmen’s taste, there was a nestling problem far greater than the sickening one of having found himself lost once again.
sure, he could have easily chalked this one up to a simple misdirection a few miles back, but even he knew it would reign futile.
for once, he was ready to admit that perhaps the tangerine colored navigator just might have been right about him. (though he was grateful she wouldn’t be here to know of such a thing.)
besides that one problem of many, stood another one.
like a candle crafted by the hands of love herself. dressed in her own herbs and oils that granted whatever it was the flame burning against her desired, he faced the singed power of such a gift.
in exchange for his silence and sin of merely gazing at her, he in turn received the cruelest punishment given to a swordsman like him.
his leg stung, though he’d never admit it either.
he didn’t think he would even be capable of voicing out such a whine, or complaint for that matter. especially not to the candle made of silk before him. it was like she was crafted from every ounce of heavens glory to date. made to look as refined and untouchable as one could, jewelry and clothes so expensive if nami where there; he feared she would have been reduced to tears at the sight of the one before him.
brows pulled tightly together in worry, and a hand coming to hover over lips of the one he had caught himself paying the mile of attention since losing his way from his crewmates.
“oh dear,” as if you of everyone truly held something to be worried of.
he should have been the one twisted in worry, not you. he didn’t think he could imagine a single strand of your hair perked in any kind of discomfort.
you didn't seem to be crafted that way.
he didn’t say a word, not that he could in this situation. the cane in your hands mercilessly beating against his leg didn't really leave much room for that either way. it hurt, of course. for someone so refined, you sure knew how to swing that thing around where it mattered.
in a not-so-quiet manner, you had crouched just the slightest closer to the ground. humming to yourself, your cane had reeled back away from its attack. he knew the device well by this point. he’d seen it countless times now.
wrapped in the color white that practically glowed in the late hours of the night. it was heavy, that he knew. and if he hadn’t by now, the far too quiet curses that came from a lowered voice about its weight would have let him know until he was sure not to forget that important detail again.
your palm stood above his hair, pressing itself against the bark of a tree he had claimed as his own since arriving on the little spec of paradise. you were leaning over him, carefully feeling the grooves and indents he leaned on every afternoon.
instinctively, his eyes carried up, watching in complete silence to not break the illusion he was trying so desperately to keep for you. your brow twitched the lower your hand moved, body following suite as your cane kept your balance. he wanted to laugh, already knowing exactly the kind of backhanded compliment you would throw the poor support item’s way.
'at least it was good for something.'
his arms stayed crossed, casual as ever despite the nearer you drew yourself to him. something in the air twisted warmly, as if even he knew that what was bound to happen simply would. if it did, he didn’t think there was anything he could do about it.
what would be, would simply be.
finally, in all your greatest efforts, your hand had found the jackpot.
covering his nose and almost slicing his other eye and rendering him blind, but you had certainly found what you were looking for. there was a beat of silence, and in the distance, there was a chocked-out noise.
a seagull had no doubt spit back out the fish it had caught earlier that day.
contrary to what any sane and rational person would have done in this situation, you didn’t stop your boundary crossing examination. in fact, you wholeheartedly leaned more into it. grasping at all you could as if it's all you had ever known, and your fingertips grazed the skin of his cheeks.
warm and tender, as if throwing it in his face that the kind of touch against him now was something he had never had the liberty of feeling until now. it was soft- your hands were soft. warmed from the sun and all the things you created with them.
a sharp breath gutted into his lungs, and he felt a chill run through him. the kind of chill you get when you forget something you knew was never meant to be left behind. absolute, and sacred.
palms cupping his cheeks, and a hum that showed you were memorizing all you could from him; he finally let out something that would cover any shred of mystery he had worked so hard to obtain.
something to advise you to just- slow down.
if only you had. strange in all you did, but not malicious in the slightest.
you were sincere, the way you held things was proof of that.
his lips parted some, cracking out a slanted and uneven grin towards your face from above. "didn't your mother ever teach you to not go around grabbing random people's faces?" you snorted to his words, and that little warmth in the air seemed to grow heavier as the first traces of words were exchanged at last.
for the first time since his watchful eyes had found you the day he washed up here, he had finally gotten his own lucky strike. "in fact, she did." you hushed out, smiling wide enough to bury the strange interaction taking place just seconds ago.
your hands wrapped themselves around your cane once more, keeping it firm against the ground before you. "though, i can't say ive been any good at listening to what my family advises of me." your words were breathy, as if having it taken away by the mere thrill of your sudden rebellious ways today.
he let out a grunt from below. "would've never guessed." then his words came from above, and he watched your neck crane up in confusions.
"how strange," you quipped out with a small smile, the flush of light warming your skin.
he tilted his head down to you, swords secured at his hip. three of them to be precise. "that you go around caressing the nearest persons face in the middle of the day?" you rolled your eyes to his teasing words.
the action strange as he watched them move from behind closed eyelids. even so, you never broke that smile of yours. he remembered it, just as much as anything else you did. though, it was much different up close. your smile was different before him than how it presented itself from far away.
"you have such a way with words, sir." you huffed out playfully, tapping your fingertips against the smooth groves of your cane. you rocked on your heels some, back and forth like a calm wave moving with the sea.
"they come from below," you gestured downwards, before switching sides and pointing to the tree leaves above you both. "and even up above. you must be very talented." smart mouth. he felt his brow twitch to that.
now, it was his turn to roll his eyes. "i was sitting." he pointed out, following your own movements and even gesturing to the ground himself. his thumb jutted up to the sky. just where your own pointer finger stood. "now im not." you hummed, tilting your head some as the air had fizzled into a familiar rhythm.
it couldn't have just been him to feel such a thing, right?
"against a tree?" you chuckled out, hiding your smile as if he hadn't seen it already.
with a grin mimicking your own, he wasn't shy to corrected you. "my tree." he grunted out.
"your tree," you played along, tapping your cane against the sharp blades of grass beneath you both. a brush of wind grazed passed your lashes, making you squeeze your eyes tighter together, and curiosity bubbled passed the seams in him to the sight.
with so much to see on this island, why would someone like you wait to see it?
"why.." he paused, swallowing slowly as your hands braced themselves against your cane as if waiting for a strike to come. his mouth pursed mid form, for once hesitating on what to say next. he wanted to ask. desperately. 34
yet the reaction given from you killed that curiosity dead in its tracks.
he blew out a breath, easing that tenseness in his shoulders as he rolled them back. it was fine. maybe some things didn't need to be asked. the answer was clear in how it showed itself, and the way you showed yourself. what more was there to know?
"-are you sitting against a tree in the middle of the afternoon?" you quipped out, steady to cover up his own mistakes. for once, he was grateful to have someone speak on his behalf. maybe it wasn't so bad when you smoothed his reckless ways over.
glancing to the island's square some distance from you two, he kept a steady hand against his swords. a comfort only he knew, something to keep him tethered to the fault in his own ways. "i was taking a nap." was all he said, and yet it seemed enough to convince you.
you laughed to that. his ears burned brightly, and suddenly he was hesitant to look back to you.
"you aren't from around here, are you?" he scoffed, scratching at his cheek as if it would hide the tinge of red on the tips of his ears.
"that obvious?"
you nodded. "most wouldn't do that here." you mumbled, your head moving to the sounds coming from the people who seemed to burn brighter with life. as if everything moved faster now that you had decided to break apart your pristine routine.
"or anywhere for that matter." he grunted to your teasing mood, switching his weight from one foot to the other. for a steady moment it went quiet, and your brows furrowed at his lack of a response.
as quiet as he could be, he watched you take a hesitant step forward. you glanced from side to side slightly, never enough to bring notice to the fact that you were checking if he was still there. but you were, and when your hand caught the sleeve of his arms was it there did he see the relief of having someone to converse with.
"im still here," he promised. though something so miniscule to him, meant more to you than he could actually know. you smiled warmly to that, nodding as you cheesed happily to him. contagious in all it stood, the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
"so," you paused, pinching the cloth of his sleeve delicately between your pointer and thumb. your other hand kept your cane steady. "what brings you here of all places?" the million dollar question, and a part of him had hoped the question would have been something else.
names were something that gave one meaning. a familiarity to cling to, something he wanted to give you. he leaned down some, taking particular notice of the way you were stretching to reach his height. he wanted to laugh at the sight, yet even he knew well enough not to.
through words and tales of an adventure foreign to someone like you, the story of him had been woven beautifully through your ears. some words harsher than others, and ruthless curses flying themselves so surely to a blonde cook you had never met before; but it was his story all the same.
in eyes you had never had the pleasure of enjoying so freely, you had learned much in such a small interaction. the world was vast. a place much, much bigger than yourself. with many people to meet, and journeys to carry and cling to.
things to hold dear to one's heart.
though you had never had that, the kind of freedom a man named monkey d. luffy had given the strange man who struggled to voice the care he clearly felt for the people aboard a ship he spent his own journey on; you wanted it.
whatever he saw, you wanted to as well.
to carve your own path and be put in ludicrous situations due to a man who was awful with decisions. a cook who thought more with his heart than his head, a woman who dreamt of drawing a map of the world, and someone who fought his own fear day after day.
a man who clearly cared more than he could say. all of it had frozen you to your spot before him. hand still clutching his shirt like a lifeline that would disappear as fast as it came. with his own story, you heard his final words.
"i got lost." he finished. it was such a brutally silly conclusion to all he had done.
he sounded embarrassed to admit it to you of all people. but he had nonetheless.
and something in such a small confession had sealed your fate faster than the day you had been born. cheekily, you smiled to the man before you. "god truly must hate you." you laughed out breathlessly, a quick shake of your head as your shoulders bounced with life as the sound carried to his own ears.
"or at least have some kind of grudge against you." the man before you took a step closer, you could hear it in the slight shuffle of grass beneath you. in the way the wind itself moved around him, like he alone commanded it to.
"you think so?" you nodded to his question, absolute in your observation.
you took in a slow breath, feeling the sudden change in the atmosphere the nearer you two stood together. words you were used to by now seemed to cling to the back of your throat, as if suddenly deciding now was a good time to be shy of something so clear to the rest of the world.
still, it was something you loathed more than anything. to be seen by something so crippling as what you were plagued with since the day you first cried into the world you once thought so small. "because it led you to me." he was quick with his retort, no doubt rolling his eyes to your tone.
you were sure he thought you just as silly as you had him.
"after all, what good is a blind woman to a lost man."
contrary to your exaggerated depiction of what kind of face he made, if only you had seen the sudden twinge in his eyes to your confession. the understanding that came with those kinds of words, and the retaliation thrown into the mix for good measure.
he stood quiet for a moment, waiting for you to laugh or smile like you had since the day he saw you. but it never came. the words to you, were true. as true as the fact that you hated your cane, or the routine you had been carefully carved since birth into following despite your protest.
he was fast, and quiet. a combination far too deadly for someone like you, yet his hold was warm. too warm, as if heating you from the very depths of your soul. his hand clung to your coat, mimicking your own touch onto him.
his head, though tilted away from you, was all but insincere. you had no idea the kind of path you had just been thrown on, but one thing was for sure.
so sure there was no room for debate.
"help me back to my friends." neither a question, nor a demand. simply settling softly somewhere in between. "ill prove you wrong."
the man before you, who sucked with expressing himself as much as you were terrible with conforming to the norm of this day and age; was someone you could undoubtedly trust.
your hand squeezed the cane in it tightly, and like a puppet on strings, he followed. his hands traced the sheath of his swords, both of you trying to soothe the nerves shooting through you.
"will it be dangerous?" you squeezed out, and he finally turned to look at you once more.
if you could see it, your answer would have been clear as day. the way his eyes softened the slightest, a view only those aboard the thousand sunny could show off and say they saw. the steady set of his jaw, and the way he licked his lips to promise the opposite for you.
"yes." if you could see it, you would've known his eyes told a different tale.
not as long as im there with you.
it was understandable to be rejected, especially after all he had blurted out to a woman he had barely met properly. if you were anyone else, he knew he would be turning heel and setting off on his own. but you were not just anyone.
so instead, what met him was a smile so bright it blinded him.
"you promise?" excitement was an understatement, and he wondered briefly about you. what kind of person were you. a question plaguing his mind the day he first saw you walking around the island on your lonesome.
he gave a low grunt, letting out an amused scoff to your antics. your pinky was held up to him, waiting for his own to wrap around it. "seriously?" he questioned out, as if completely against the idea of wrapping pinkies with you at his age.
despite his tone and the clear distaste in it, he still did.
the second both fingers locked together, the loud clatter of your cane meeting the floor rung in your ears like a piercing needle. you felt your breath hitch, your brows lifting in surprise and the warmth of him spreading throughout you wholly.
surrounding you completely, the threads of fate seemed to hum louder than the clatter of your cane, or the sheer surprise coming from him. a universal promise so potent you could almost see it for the first time now.
tied together by the most sacred law of the universe, with a scarred and calloused pinky locking against your own, something in the air between you knew one crucial thing. this was irreversible.
like a joke being played on you both, a wicked smile from the universe as it shoved the two of you against the other. you swayed, crashing against him foolishly. his hand caught you easily, your pinkies locked together and refusing to let go.
you swallowed thickly, narrowing your brows at the tickle of his breath mingling with your own. something had been left unfinished, and though you had no sane reason to back up your claims, you were sure he must have reached the same conclusion.
you cleared your throat, grinning weakly against him as he mumbled something under his breath, trying his best to tug his finger away from your own. "you know," you started off, feeling the small pressure of his finger squeezing your own.
a quiet motion to signal that he was still listening.
"i dont believe ive gotten your name," you laughed out, your body slowly relaxing against his hold now. he huffed some, clicking his tongue. "right." you nodded quickly, trying your best to not show the way were affected by this.
"might be a good idea to tell me, since ill be your guide from now on." you teased out, scrunching your nose with a playful pinch to his serious tone. you were sure he must be confused, yet you found yourself hoping he wouldn't go back on his word now.
his hold on you eased up just the slightest, enough to let yourselves cool off from the heat gnawing through you both. if names gave one's meaning, what would that mean for him when he told you his own.
had he even thought that far ahead?
he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, glancing to the people of the island. carefree, and definitely not being held hostage by their pinky to a woman he had just met. he wasn't the type to let his ego run unchecked, but even he could admit when things were clear.
his name didn't exactly bring positive reactions when said.
his eyes lingered to your face for a moment longer, taking in the expression and way it held itself in honesty. if he told you, would you turn back on your word.
or would you still stay as you were now.
you both certainly weren't budging anytime soon, and if all else came to fail; at least he would have his answer. with or without you, he needed to go back to them. his crewmates, his captain.
"roronoa zoro."
you hummed softly, nodding as you tested his name against your tongue so sweetly his eyes shifted quickly away from you. he wasn't used to having his name said in such a manner.
so..softly.
not the way you had.
quickly, the thought scurried through his brain like he had just hit puberty all over again.
he wanted to hear you say his name again. and again, and again.
you smiled, wide and pure. "y/n." he rose a brow slowly. "and your last name?" it seemed like something one would mention during a first impression, and yet you merely shook your head softly.
"just y/n." you concluded out.
with the sacred law of the universe, the exchange of names, and two of the most unlikely people who truly had no business being anywhere near each other; you both were sure of it now more than ever.
together, you two were undoubtedly tethered until the end.
how do you always kill it with the themes??? its truly a gift. i’m so excited for this tethered series, i love love LOVE soulmate fics!!!!
hi hii !! omg the theme was actually so fun to create, i loved every bit of the process with getting the colors and everything right ya know?
compliments like these literally make my day <333 ahh tysm, and im soo glad your excited for the new series, im already working on a draft for the first character- i couldn't help it !!
as for tethered, ahh i loved the idea of it actually being a soulmate kinda thing but ultimately decided against it in the end. there's definitely going to be hints of it, don't get me wrong !! but its more of a "neither of us are even the slightest bit similar, so why the hell us-" vibe.
meant to pair the flaws in them and how you compliment it. where you fall short, they lend their own strengths to aid you and vice versa.
the idea of soulmates is having that one perfect person, right? whether platonic or not. but what about those who are not meant to be in any possible way? who is the complete opposite. you live, breathe, and think so different from their tethered counterpart. still, knowing someone so deeply, and seeing the weakest points of their soul- tends to form a connection that is as unbreakable as that string connecting you both together.
i desperately wanted to write something that showed sometimes "the one" isn't your missing piece, or perfect match. sometimes it's as messy as it gets, and you two are as different as it comes. either way, it works. because you both want it to.
the point isn't about them being a soulmate, it's them not being anything close to it. still, love is such a complex thing, just as human life is. small moments matter the most, just as all things do. especially in this instance. the differences are not invisible, in fact quite the opposite. however, that's exactly what binds you both so closely together. that's what makes it work.
i genuinely pray this makes sense, and you guys see the vision from the short explanation !! thank you so much for the support, and i promise the first creation will be out soon hehe <33
❝ a one piece collection ❞ ♡⸝⸝ masterlist for more ୭˚. ᵎᵎ
⸝⸝ artist: Kotteri ⋮ slightly inspired by their manga "Veil" .ᐟ.ᐟ
#synopsis ♡ there is no soulmate, no person to suddenly make time move in slow motion like they do in movies. but, there is you. and there’s them. and somehow, the world has ultimately decided you two are the un-perfect pair to tether together. exploring the weakest shards of one another yet simultaneously blossoming the strengths that could hopefully fade the notion that ‘this could never work’.
you two are, without a doubt, incompatible in every sense of the word. but with that tethering string linking you both together (despite no one’s consent) there’s only one thing you can do.
❝ a list of all strawhat members, created for you ❞
♡⸝⸝ masterlist for more ୭˚. ᵎᵎ
♯ MONKEY D. LUFFY .ᐟ.ᐟ
IMPORTANT WORDS ♡⸝⸝
#synopsis ♡ luffy isn't one for romance, there's too much food in the world to worry about all that nonsense, after all. until food doesn't taste as good without you, and his dream always has you by his side; and luffy intends to get to the bottom of it.
POCKET THE SUNSHINE ♡⸝⸝
#synopsis ♡ like two peas in a pod, you and luffy have always moved the beat of your own drums. with a pair like that, there's no telling what'll happen each day, nor a way to pocket the sunshine that is you and luffy.
♯ RORONOA ZORO .ᐟ.ᐟ
COME BACK HOME ♡⸝⸝
#synopsis ♡ jealousy, regret and insecurity drives the one zoro loves away. selfishly, the love never fades. a hard pill to swallow, but zoro need you to come back home to him.
NEW PERSPECTIVES ♡⸝⸝
#synopsis ♡ a hidden hobby, the quiet night, and suddenly you and Zoro find yourselves smiling brighter than the stars above.
♯ VINSMOKE SANJI .ᐟ.ᐟ
GIVE YOU THE STARS ♡⸝⸝
#synopsis ♡ while you watch the moon and stars, Sanji only looks at you. he knew true love existed outside of fairytales, because you did.
SWEETENED SMOKE ♡⸝⸝
#synopsis ♡ despite your distaste for them, a tender moment leads you to trying the very cigarettes from Sanji's collection.
♯ ONESHOTS N MORE .ᐟ.ᐟ
LITTLE MISS ATTITUDE ♡⸝⸝
#synopsis ♡ 'little miss attitude' is their favorite girl, especially when she bares her pretty teeth right at them.
FALL FOR YA ♡⸝⸝
#synopsis ♡ sneak peeks of how the monster trio are like in a relationship with the love of their life.
♯ MAIN MASTERLIST .ᐟ.ᐟ
❝ enjoy the world i built for you, my dear ❞
a quick navigation to your local icon's creations, separated by the infamous pirating crew's you all love! your lovely creator has also made sure to include extras such as marines, warlords and other characters to include everyone's taste!
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read about this fresh face taking the
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♯ TINTED IN LACE, SILK & SWEETNESS .ᐟ.ᐟ
nana holds the key to your very own world..
and she's ready to bring it to reality! titled as the iconic dream maker, her name is as true as her heart
( and certainly her style ! )
need a quick pick me up? a little comfort during your own toughest battles out at sea? maybe a little help with finding the one piece?
our newest icon has got you covered!
with a taste for romance and all things warm
and soft, there isn't a scenario she can't handle!
ready to bring smiles, laughter, and even tears if that's your cup of tea: she's the expert brewer!
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❝ icons are always friends with other icons ❞
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from here, navigation to your desires is simple!
with that, here are a few words from our icon
before you begin your journey to paradise !! ✩࿐࿔
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as someone who prefers to read and write long-form content, there's nothing lamer than the people on this app who complain about the shortage of fics over 500 words...and then fail to put their money where their mouth is?
because let's not even get into how physically and mentally taxing such a task is alongside the fact that most of us have jobs, studies and, y'know...lives to focus on - and how it will never cease to amaze me that some of you have the actual gall to demand free labour.
i'll rather just take a moment to let you in on something crazy:
what you see is a result of what you support.
i don't know if y'all are new here, but the reason you once saw this platform bursting at the seams with long-form fics was because, well, people supported it? reblogged? commented? gave feedback?
let's put our thinking caps on for just a second. there's obviously a market. what do you think us regular - yes, regular - people will feel more inclined to sacrifice our free time for? something that we know you - yes, you - will support. when are we going to realise that as readers, we have a part to play? this isn't a service. satisfaction won't come to you at the snap of a finger.
you wanna see more of something? support it. reblog. give feedback. write it your damn self.
quick life update chat, i am okay!! seriously thank you so much to everyone who was worried, i promise i saw the asks and i’m okay :sob: my birthday is on the 28th and i’m planning some big stuff for it considering i’m turning 21?!! HELLO OMG. spoiler, girls trip to NYC is sooo in progress hehe. also planning a really cute concept for my blog regarding the one piece men AND women, soo pleaseee stay tuned for that. omf i’m literally sewing my mouth shut to not spoil but it was hinted at in a previous ramble hehehe. itll take a bit but i pinky promise it’ll be worth it. also been busy with work but it’s okay because your girl loves her money so cheers on that. anyways just wanted to update everyone, posts will be frequent again soon so don’t fret too much !! much love n kisses mwa mwa <33
⠀ ㅤㅤ ⠀ SWEETENED SMOKE ♡⸝⸝ VSS
‧˚꒰ vinsmoke sanji x fem. reader ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
#synopsis ♡ ────── despite your distaste for them, a tender moment leads you to trying the very cigarettes from Sanji's collection.
♡⸝⸝ masterlist for more ୭˚. ᵎᵎ
#tags ♡ ──── established relationship, mentions of smoking,
comfort & fluff !! Ი𐑼 ﹙ 2.2ᴋ ﹚words .ᐟ.ᐟ
you were never truly the type of person to enjoy the smell of cigarettes. though, that didn't mean you particularly hated the smell either; it simply wasn't your thing is all.
the overbearingness of it, and the way the scent clung to a person's body in every intimate way. especially on the tips of your fingers, no matter how hard you tried to wash your hands, the scent would always be there.
perhaps in some odd and twistedly sweet way, that very smoke fit Sanji pleasantly.
though it wasn't your thing in the slightest, having grown in a setting that set that kind of thing as 'unladylike', you didn't mind the slow and sensual huffs of smoke that met the cool morning air aboard the thousand sunny.
a blanket draped over your shoulders, hair slightly messy from having just waken up with your boyfriend. you shyly peeked over to him, his eyes already busying themselves in a thousand different ways one could memorize the face of their lover so early in the day.
you cracked a small smile, tilting your head as the mast of the ship towered over the both of you. spending the entirety of the night watching the stars in each other company was something only Vinsmoke Sanji could be capable of pulling off so surely.
simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the entire world, Sanji had taken you stargazing while on your adventure of a lifetime. with being a pirate, and always out on the dangerous sea, dates were few and far in between. together, the two of you managed where you could.
and for Sanji, that only meant the obvious.
dates were accessible any and everywhere.
he never let you forget such a thing.
"mon cœur," your fingertips brushed against the palms of his hands, and tenderly, with as much compassion as a man could be filled with; he brought them to his lips. softly, he kissed the pads of your fingers. his lips trailing to your fingers, then to your knuckles in finality.
you smiled softly to your boyfriends' antics, heart astir in a familiar pulse that pushed behind your ribs so beautifully you were sure you would never get used to the feeling.
"you never fail to take my breath away," he promised, a soft rumble to his words as he blinked lazily to your smile. as if waking up from a thousand yearlong dream, he seemed to flush to life to the sight of your expression.
"no matter how many times i wake up by your side, the sight of you will never cease to render me helplessly weak to you, my love." his shifted closer to you with each word, never stopping his antics until he rested right before you again.
you memorized his own face with ease this time. the curl of his eyebrows, the striking shade of blue in his irises that reminded you so much of the sky, and the sharp ends of his features that had your heart beating as easily for him as it was to breath.
you savored the smooth kiss between you both, leaning into the palm of his hands as he cupped your face gently. as if he were scared you would tear away from him the second he let go. there was a muffled giggle from you, pulling a smile from him that only made you return it with your own.
"how romantic," you breathed out against his lips. his hand moved to grab your own, pulling it to his cheeks and melting against it shamelessly. "you should write a book," you pressed on, teasing the blonde cook before you with a grin that made your eyes light up in ways Sanji fell for harder each time it graced the very world he lived in.
he let out a low chuckle, closing his eyes contently. he pressed another kiss against your warm palm, the blanket slipping from your head and resting on your shoulders now. "and what would this book," he paused slowly. "be about?" words tethered around the edges, fluffed up with his accent in ways that made you hum softly.
"about me, of course."
he rose a steady brow to that, the subtle smile he held now shifting quickly into a grin that matched your own. oh, how Sanji loved it when you said things like that.
another kiss against your wrist now. "with a topic like that, mon cœur, i would write a lifetime of books." he breathed out steadily, never a shred of question in his statement. Sanji would never disgrace you with words that were full of lies.
you let out a playful laugh, leaning over slightly with a slow tilt of your head. "and when you pass?" you hushed out, biting the inside of your cheek at the way your boyfriend seemed to deflate before you.
right now, Sanji looked more like a wounded puppy rather than the infamous pirate he had blossomed into when you met him all that time ago.
you leaned in slightly, watching his eyes soften as they met your own beneath the suns rising shine between you both. "then i will continue to write those books from my grave." he tested out, sincere in every breath he breathed to say such a charming thing.
your shoulders rolled back some, head tilting to the awakening sky as the blanket Sanji had covered you both with the night before clung to your laughing body. you laughed easily, with as much grace as you moved with.
for Sanji, only you could make such a mundane thing look so ethereal.
the cook was smitten beyond belief.
the moment sat silent between you two, a comforting atmosphere settling in all the right places. you knew he would leave soon, to fulfill his duties as the Strawhat's cook and make a breakfast worth a lifetime of flavors all in one sitting.
you knew this routine well by now, and you also knew the particular habit Sanji had for smoking one of his cigarettes just before he began said duties.
this time, however, your boyfriend didn't reach for the pack of cigarettes. the brand he smoked didn't peek against your eyes, and your nose didn't meet the overpowering scent it created once he lit it.
you disliked the scent, yes, but you hated the interruption of this routine you had grown so accustomed to. steadily, you turned towards your lover. a brow raised and eyes full of love for him narrowed just the slightest.
"did you run out?" you questioned softly, and Sanji didn't need to ask what you meant. he seemed to already know these kinds of things, especially when it came to you. he paused for a moment, as if debating whether or not to even respond to your questioning gaze.
he was silent for a moment; his bottom lip caught between his teeth. his face pinched together some, and you knew that look anywhere. a common trait the rest of the crew had learned from Luffy when it came to lying.
you all just so happened to be terrible at it. worst part was, you all learned to make that same face anytime you so much as even thought of lying.
Sanji was no different, and neither were you.
"i know you don't like the smell of it, mon cœur."
the tender name always did funny little things to your heart, and you wanted to detest it for the way it didn't fail even now. "i wouldn't disrespect you by doing such a thing near you." he was earnest with the words, and as sweet as the thought was, it bothered you to think Sanji would be so quick to give up something like that just because your nose didn't like the scent of it.
"and i wouldn't disrespect you by letting you change something of yourself just because i want you to." you countered out, your words quickly silencing anything Sanji could come up with to refuse your soft attack.
he froze for a moment, the tendons of his fingers and hands twitching nervously as if trying to decide whether or not you were testing him. you let out a noise, close to a grumble of words that truly made no sense to any sane person, before you quickly moved to dig for the packet yourself.
sure enough, settling safely in his pants pocket was the infamous "Death" brand of cigarettes your boyfriend preferred above the rest. a strange name for a brand, but who were you to judge, really.
Sanji was quick to pull the packet from you, a slow breath fanning from his mouth as he sighed out a defeated noise. "you know im incapable of denying you." you grinned to that, watching him slowly pull a stick from the packet before leaving it to hang from between his lips.
you hummed, and Sanji threw you a harmless look. "that's cheating."
"im merely leaning into my strengths." you shrugged out.
watching the way his thumb flicked open the lighters lid was almost hypnotizing. the way every muscle in his body seemed to know just where, and how many times it should spin the wheel before a flame was lit, was somehow charming in ways you couldn't truly describe.
you wished you could.
the effects were almost instantaneous. your nose crinkled, and you leaned back from the smoke he blew out easily like muscle memory. he rose a curled brow your way, the smoke pushing from his nose attractively.
"still leaning into your strengths?"
you knew he was merely teasing; Sanji wouldn't ever really dare step out of line when it came to you. the both of you knew that fact all too well. still, you clicked your tongue softly, hands moving across the blanket as settling onto his lap warmly.
he flinched for a second, a sharp breath leaping through his mouth. you wanted to smile at the way his fingers twitched just the slightest as your hands trailed up his chest, feeling every muscle under the loose shirt he wore now.
they moved with ease, like you had done this kind of thing a thousand times over already. truth was, you hadn't. but you acted like you did, and you did it flawlessly. so much that Sanji didn't even register the way your hand tenderly came to take the cigarette from his fingers.
you watched the way the end burned closely, trying to study the thing that pulled your boyfriend to be so keen on rebuying them. you hummed softly, and Sanji watched silently as you turned your head to look more at it.
endearing the most vital senses, Sanji felt his mouth part slightly as your lips came to wrap around it. your chest expanded some as you inhaled, the taste bitter and more terrible than you could imagine hitting your tongue.
your hair fell slightly before you, and you let the smoke simmer in your soft lungs that were never used to this kind of thing before your fingers moved to tuck the strands behind your ear.
slowly, and clumsily at that, Sanji watched the smoke shift from out your mouth. you turned your head some, the sun's rays hitting your face and lighting up your features heavenly before him.
if he could relive the sight, he knew that he would.
without any doubt in him, nor any question of how. Sanji knew he would.
his eyes stayed on you, a mixture of adoration and awe swirling into one under the rising morning as you peeked just the slightest to him. "absolutely."
there was no hint that you disliked the course of your actions as much as you did, and something in Sanji was proud to pick up on it. silently, another cigarette was pulled from the pack, and Sanji's hand found its way back to you.
like so many other times, his thumb and index finger held your chin tenderly. you smiled softly, already moving to lean into his touch as he lifted your head closer to his height. wordlessly, the end of his cigarette gently prodded against the one laying between your lips just as he had.
he lit the cigarette with your own, the moment burning as brightly as the end of his stick in front of you. you could see the amusement in his eyes, no doubt from the shock of your expression. or perhaps the blush rising to your face that lit up against your skin like a flower in spring.
his hand moved once more, the pad of his thumb caressing your cheek with a love only Vinsmoke Sanji could perfectly show in anything he did. the moment brewed into something kinder, the aftertaste of cigarettes long since forgotten now.
the flame of your stick was quickly snuffled out, while Sanji still held his pulled a bit away from you two. he leaned in for a kiss, the taste much duller than you expected. you could feel the way his mouth promised everything he couldn't say in the moment, and any feelings the two of your shared together flowing out in a curling smoke that was much sweeter than before.
between bitter cigarettes and the mesmerizing morning arriving, you two had created a sweetened smoke so true, who were either of you to deny it any longer.
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hiii I love ur theme and u seem so sweet + ur koby fic was so hawt ily mwah ଘ(∩^o^)⊃━☆゜
hi hii ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) tysm ml, your so sweet hehe ^^ !! tysm for liking my fics, and sticking around to read it
BUT ALSO, YOUR THEME??? SOOOO CUTEEE I LOVE IT !! MWA MWA MWA <33
