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just a girl who really loves luffy Jess she/her.

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Hello hello! Name’s Jess, I love to write and I LOVE Luffy 🤍

All things one piece.

I’m not caught up to the anime yet! Current episode: 730

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‪‪❤︎‬ = smut, ⟢ = angst, ♡= fluff, ꨄ︎ = platonic

Luffy

♡ Chapstick

♡ Tunnel Vision

❤︎ Body language

♡ Falling

♡ | ⟢ Mirrors

❤︎ Bite

Zoro

♡ Commit

‪‪❤︎‬ Shut it

Sanji

♡ Homesickness

❤︎‬ Hypotheticals

♡ Consumed

Others..

ꨄ︎ Bitter

More on the way!

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Omg Jess! I’m the anon who requested the Sanji fic ‘consumed’ you just posted and I wanted come on here again and say thank you, thank you, thank you, thank youuuu!! Your writing and the story was beyond perfect and Sanji’s interactions with the reader were just so gut wrenchingly sweet, I can’t! Again thank you and for taking the time out of your day to entertain my one piece fantasies 🥹❤️❤️

So happy you enjoyed it!

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May I request Luffy x reader smut where reader gives him head for the first time and they are already together 🫣

Posted this with a twist! Called Bite :)

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Are u ok with writing luffy smut?

Yes I Am! Just posted a new one called Bite !

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Bite: Luffy x F! Reader

You can submit your request here

A mixture of request (mainly on this one): Luffy really wants to bite your breast and as he does so, he realizes that the thing he loves more than seeing you happy is seeing you tear up while he fucks you.

Rating: Smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Please) + established relationship.

Warning: Possibly ooc, possible grammar mistakes, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex (a little), wild first time sex because its Luffy and he can't help himself, aged up Luffy, oral sex

Word count: 4.8k+

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After weeks of sailing and making quick stops, the Thousand Sunny had finally docked on a small island in the New World. Nami immediately knew that the crew landed on an island she very much preferred: Everest Cove. This place was a typical summer island, one that was known for their immaculate white sand beaches. She made it an absolute must that the crew needed to have one beach day and since her loge pose had to set, she figured it would be best to hang out. You, of course, loved the idea. You always enjoyed the sun. However, sailing on ship for that long without the sweet relief of just simply swimming had bummed you out. The crew had set their minds to spend the rest of their day at a specific beach just located East of the island. 

The moment the Sunny had anchored near the shore and the gangplank dropped, you were already tugging off your boots and shedding the extra layers of clothing right off your body. Your hands flicked your boots and a sweater you were wearing on the deck of the ship as you ran down the plank, your toes embracing the warmth of the sand. You couldn’t help but think that the sand looked like powdered sugar from how white it was.

Scattered along the shore were hundreds of sea shells, both big and small, as the tides clashed against the shoreline. For a moment, there was finally no looming threat or fight. The Straw Hats were able to actually enjoy themselves and you were able to feel the weight lift from your shoulders. The heat of the island wrapped around your skin like a blanket, only making the sea look more appetizing. Underneath your clothing was your own swim suit, a trick you picked up from Nami as you sailed. The crew took their spot not too far from the shore or The Sunny. Some of them were lingering in the sand, sitting on top of towels and cracking out food, and the rest were getting ready to dive into the ocean. As soon as you finished stripping and your clothes had hit the sand, Nami grabbed your wrist with a squealed laugh. Her orange hair flashed in the sunlight as she dragged you across the beach. Behind you, Sanji’s voice erupted with theatrical desperation as he watched you, Nami, and Usopp sprint to the water. 

The three of you crashed into the oncoming waves together. The cool seawater surged around your legs, the waves breaking gently against your waist as you waded deeper. You had let out a gasp before it faded into a laugh, one that was airy with relief. It felt unbelievable. The ocean glittered under the afternoon sun, every ripple and wave reflecting the light so brightly that it almost blinded you but you didn’t care. Instead, you dove under another oncoming wave, letting the saltwater wash over your skin before surfacing back up. Your hair clung damply to your shoulders as you pushed it back. 

“WAIT FOR ME! USOPP GET AWAY FROM THE LADIES!” Sanji yelled, his body trudging through the powdery sand. Zoro and Jinbei followed casually behind, both of them slightly shaking their heads at the scene. As you looked toward the shore, witnessing Sanji frantically running towards the water, you were attacked with a sudden splash. You took a breath in and looked over at Nami, who was grinning at you widely. You splashed her back without mercy, the water sloshing back and forth between you two. 

“OH, A Cat Fight!” Usopp shouted, but that comment immediately made both you and Nami splash him relentlessly. The three of you splashed and rough-housed in the water, Usopp practically body slamming you into the ocean. Franky eventually joined you all by jumping in the air and diving into the ocean. 

Meanwhile, just by where the water met the land, several members of the crew had settled. As much as he wanted to join in on the fun, your boyfriend Luffy learned the hard way multiple times before that his ability prevented him from swimming. So instead, he had extended his feet out in order to occasionally feel the sea water splash on his soles. Laying out on the sand next to him, Chopper sat near. The two were munching on the lunch that Sanji had prepared for the whole crew. Luffy had been occupied by stuffing his face with his delicious lunch and fruit when a sigh escaped from Chopper, the small deer rolling on top of his belly.  

“I wish we could swim like that, it looks like so much fun!” Chopper pouted, his hooves holding up his face. Luffy nodded and swallowed: His thoughts exactly. 

“I know, right!? Bums me out sometimes but…whatever!” Luffy laughed as he reached over and snagged another sandwich. As he looked at the group in the water, his mouth filled with sandwich meat, he found his eyes lingering on you. He started to notice your laugh, how it rose above the noise of the waves. It was bright and unrestrained, cutting cleanly through the air. His smile grew larger on his face as he loved watching his crew have fun. He cackled as he watched Zoro suplex Sanji into the water, his laugh startling Chopper next to him. 

Eventually, his eyes found their way back to you since it was just natural for him to do so when it came to you. Ever since you two became established just a few months ago, he always searched for you like a lost puppy. Every meal? He needed to sit next to you. He physically loved holding you, often nuzzling his face in the curve of your neck and shoulder at every chance he got. But most of all, he loved to see you happy.  

From the others, you stood a little farther out in the water this time around, the sea rolling lazily around your waist as another small wave broke against you. It was hard for him to hear what you were exactly saying, but your hands had cupped around your mouth as you shouted at Usopp. Sunlight spilled across the surface of the water, scattering light everywhere, but somehow you still stood out against it. Luffy blinked and tilted his head slightly as his eyes traveled to your chest. It wasn’t intentional, of course not. He never paid attention to anyone in that particular way, but when it came to you, he sometimes felt so out of control.  The way your swimsuit clung tightly to your wet skin caught his eye for a brief moment. When you lifted your arms to sweep the wet hair away from your face once again, droplets of water slid down your neck and slipped in the crease of your cleavage.  

Luffy swallowed his food hard as he felt his face become incredibly hot. The saliva in his mouth pointed through the corners of his lips but he instantly whipped the drool away. With a few blinks, Luffy shook his head and reached over near Chopper, snagging a vial of water and snapped his view off of you. He couldn’t shake the feeling, the fluttering in his stomach that shimmered viciously. He was only able to associate it with what he knew best: hunger. Watching you made him hungrier and he noted how he badly wanted you. 

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The rest of the afternoon seemed to have gone by in a blur and you found yourself in the watch tower that night. You offered to take over for Usopp since he had a terrible sun burn and was claiming he was going to die. Luffy joined your side as you took watch which was something he always did when it was your turn. The two of you sat side by side, the moon light coated the two of you as you both stood watch. A blanket and pillows surrounded you two. Your hands had begun messing around with a few handmade cards the two of you made as a game. On the cards, there were silly and random questions to ask or things to do so that you two wouldn’t get too bored. It was a common thing that the crew did, multiple cards created by the others from their time up in the tower. 

However, as you shuffled the cards with a small smile, Luffy was looking at you. More specifically, his eyes kept trailing to your chest. His head tilted as he watched your cleavage and the way your breast moved in the tank top you wore. He just couldn’t stop looking at them since earlier. Even as time went on, he couldn’t help but wonder how they felt. Were they soft? Of course they were, but still, the curiosity pounded in his head. How could he not? With how plump they appeared underneath the tank top you wore, he felt hypnotized by them.

“Alright Luffy, do you want me to go first?” You asked as you looked up from your hands. You watched his attention quickly jump to your face, your brow raising. From your perspective, you didn't notice where his gaze had been resting but you noticed he did seem slightly out of it. It wasn’t like him to be so silent in the watch tower with you. 

“Hey…are you okay?” Your hand gently cupped his right cheek and he leaned into it with a nod.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said as he gave you his usual gummy smile before he placed his hand over yours. You loved the way he looked at you in moments like this. It was like it was the only time he ever seemed still, and he always melted into you. His large eyes always seemed to sparkle when he looked at you but this time around, he still seemed distant. But when you looked closer, you saw the faintest hue of pink on his face. Naturally, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead. 

“Do you feel sick or something?” You asked, your head tilting to the side. He wanted to respond, he really did, but when you leaned over toward him your breast really made him speechless. He never felt the feelings he felt, a heat that tugged on his shorts but more importantly, he had an overwhelming urge to grab you. But in reality, he really wanted to do something more. His hands gripped your waist as he lifted you to his lap, blopping you down. The impact made your hips bounce, a small gasp leaving you. At first you giggled, it wasn’t unlike him to want to cuddle so closely before when he wasn’t feeling well. 

“Nah…” But without a single response further, Luffy fell toward your chest and placed his mouth on your right breast through the fabric of the tanktop. 

“L-Luffy!” You gasped out, your body flinching as he bit down on the fat surrounding your nipple.  For a brief moment, he gave small peck-like bites as if he was trying to figure out how deep his teeth can sink into you. Your nipples hardened from the goosebumps that grew on your body, the sensation turning you on. What truly did it for you was when he looked up at you. His brows were pinched together, his big brown eyes looking at you like you were holding something from him. Almost as if he was pleading, an expression you only saw when Luffy was starving. He looked practically intoxicated but still, his eyes wandered around your face. His hand traveled underneath the fabric of your top, mindlessly trailing up your back softly, his fingers touching your spine as he continued to bite you. 

“I can’t help it, gotta bite em,” Luffy groaned as he closed his eyes shut, his teeth snipping on your nipple. You shuttered from the feeling, your legs squeezing his waist in response. 

“You make me so hungry [y/n]” Luffy hummed out. Poor Luffy, he was confusing arousal with hunger, his need for touch connecting to the closest thing he knew that satisfied him every time. He didn’t fully know why, but he knew that when he saw you at the beach that morning that he wanted to sink his teeth in you. Every. Single. Part. The grasp around your waist only got firmer, as your body relaxed against his touch. You looked at him with heavy lids, your own breath only getting heavier as he bit all around you. 

“Hold on,” you huffed out, Luffy pulling away for a moment. Your hands curled at the bottom of your tank top and lifted the fabric right off of you, only revealing your bare chest. Luffy stared at you, his eyes trailing from your chest to your face. The two of you looked at each other, a sudden realization flowing amongst you. He wasn’t ignorant to sex, not entirely that is. He heard about it and you two had your fair share of times where it could have potentially led up to it, you two just never went through with it. Mainly, it was on your accord. Always too anxious in case someone walked in or heard you. But the way Luffy looked at you in that moment, you couldn’t help but surrender to his touch. Being as bold as he was, you couldn’t help the slick forming in your panties. It was impressive how fast he turned you on but then again, even with him just looking at you could have sent you over the edge. 

Your captain looked at you with something darker, something that was unusual for him. The thing was, he never played about what he ate. It was always serious for him, and in the twilight of the watch tower, he wanted nothing more than to have you all for himself. He was naturally greedy and he knew that you were all his. He couldn’t help but fully think that he needed all of you. When you took your shirt off, he took it as an invitation to utterly indulge himself in you. 

Luffy grabbed your breast with one hand while the other moved you against his now bulging crouch, his mouth biting on your bare skin. At first he was gentle, but when your hips slowly started to rub against his erection, he only bit you harder. His teeth marks began to cover your chest, his groan muffled against your skin that sounded similar to low growls. You released a small hum and shudder from the sensation of his touch, your hands naturally trailing through his hair. There was a stinging, the pain hurting in a way that made you more wet than you anticipated.

In the heat of the moment, your hands trailed paths from his chest to his shoulders, your hands gripping his vest and sliding it off of him. He began to suck on your nipples, a hum leaving him as if he found his favorite part. Your hips began to buckle and roll against him, as the fabric hit the ground. The roundness in his shorts only throbbed against you, the limb begging to be released against the fabric of his shorts. The feeling alone caught your attention. There was no way that was comfortable. Your hands shakenly moved to the waist band of his shorts. Luffy’s mouth moved from your breast with an audible smack, a loud pop of flesh fleeing his lips, as you slipped yourself off his lap.

“[Y/n] I wasn’t done yet,” Luffy muttered but you didn’t care. Your hands feverishly unbuttoned his shorts, his hand assisting in the garment to come off. As he sat there, the idea popped in your head. The tugging of his boxers only made his dick spring out, dripping already from his own arousal. You stared at it briefly before your gaze went up to look at him, your crimson cheeks practically mirroring the flush coating his face at that point. You leaned over to his lips, your tongue ever so slightly touching his lower lip before you kissed the corner of his mouth. You trailed your lips from his cheeks, to his jaw and slowly down his collar bones. 

Naturally, he leaned back, propping himself on his elbows as he watched you kiss down his chest. There was a lot that was going unsaid but it felt sacred. The shyness on your part became devotion for the man who constantly put his life on the line for his crew, for you, and it felt as natural as breathing. For the slightest moment, you felt it too: a hunger that felt uncontrollable. It inflamed your body, making your cunt ache as your mouth kissed passed his belly button. On his leaking tip, your tongue gave a faint lick, making his dick bounce from the sensation. 

Luffy hissed softly, a sigh following after. Licking your own lips, you fully slid your mouth down on his shaft. It jolted as you steadily bobbed your head. Luffy shifted under you a bit, using one of his hands to hold your hair for you as he watched the way your eyes shut in concentration. 

“Shit [y/n] That feels so good,” Luffy groaned through his teeth, your mouth making it hard for him to focus. His hips began to thrust in your throat, the euphoric sensation surging through him. Your throat did wonders for him, his blown out eyes watched as your head only went faster down his cock. The drool was left on his skin and the pink on your cheeks only made it easier for him to want to just drive himself into you. His breathing only became more labored, his body getting hotter. Before long, Luffy’s hand made a fist in your hair as he guided your head in bobbing. It caught you off guard only making your sappy moans increase. His grunts started to sink up with your pace, his hand only pushing you down further. A small gag occasionally came through from you, making him chuckle.

He never knew he needed this, your eyes tearing up because of his cock in your throat. He didn’t think he liked seeing you dissolve this way. But with your face constantly hidden by the movement, he realized he wanted to see you more. With a deep grunt, he pulled your hair gently, a suctioned pop leaving your mouth as he pulled your head off of him. 

“W-whats wrong?” you whimpered, your breathing labored. Luffy’s eyes fluttered at the sight of you, blown out pupils taking in your sapped image. Tears swelled in your eyes and his brows knitted together as he realized something terribly wrong. Luffy loved to see you happy but the way tears came from you, it occurred to him that maybe he also liked to see you cry. He knew you weren’t sad, only the pressure poking through your senses made tears flow and he thought you looked absolutely beautiful crying. He wanted to see you cry for him, it fed him. 

“I wanna see ya,’” Luffy’s hand left your hair before it went to the side of your neck, pulling you roughly into his mouth. His tongue shoved itself in your mouth, before he lifted you back up on his lap. His callused hand tugged off your shorts, his fingers teasing you through your panties. You whimpered as the slick on your panties practically trickled through, leaking onto his fingers through the fabric. He became impatient, his urges wanting to take over and he became a little more rough than he intended. You watched your captain unravel, like a fever consuming him. He wanted to do so much with you, his body wanted to take over his own thoughts. It was almost primal and you never saw him this cold. It drove you crazy. 

“Take 'em off, now.” Luffy commanded through the pecks you two shared. You hesitated for a moment, before you wiggled out of the underwear. His throbbing cock poked your entrance, springing against you in an overwhelming heat. Your body stiffened as you looked at Luffy, his eyes low and his jaw slacked back as he laid back. At that moment, your thighs had straddled his waist. The ache in your cunt only intensified, the cool chill between you and his dick like a bitter kiss. Luffy gripped your waist and without further hesitation, he pushed you down his cock. A series of guttural, synced groans came from the two of you as your tight walls squeezed around his cock, sliding down rather quickly. A gasp fled you and caused you to fling yourself forward, your hands knocking into his chest. 

“L-Luffy wait hold o-on ahhh,” You shuddered out as Luffy gripped your ass and made you rock up and down. A wet, sloppy slap echoed through the watch tower as your skin connected to Luffy’s abdomen. As you looked at him, you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter. A multitude of moans escaped you, uncontrollably, as your cunt was filled by your captain’s dick. Everything about this seemed surreal, the idea that you were having your fill of Luffy only seemed like something you fantasized in the shower, in moments you had to yourself when he wasn’t around. You knew he had strong feelings for your boyfriend, but this only made you fall further just the way your cunt slid down viciously on him. 

With shaken hands, you pushed yourself up to where you sat on him and you started to take control. Your hips swayed and rocked against him, a rhythm formed by you. It only made him smile up at you, his head nodding in approval. His pupils were fixed on you as he watched you crumble with him. He pulsed in you as he saw the tears swell your eyes again, the pressure hitting your cervix boldly. His breathing only grew heavier as he watched your breast move from his thrust. Only then he noticed how much he marked you up, his teeth marks a proud declaration of his hunger for you. It only made him want more. He had never been more focused on anything before in this way, it was almost other worldly the way his eyes looked at you. It was a mixture of submission and desire all at once, a sharp hiss flowing out every so often. 

His fingers began to make moon crescent shapes on your waist as Luffy adjusted his legs to give him more leverage to increase his speed. You let out a feverish gasp as he began to pound into you. The smacking only echoed louder, along with your moans. And to your surprise, Luffy groaned just as loudly before his laughs came through. Just as you felt the heat flood your stomach, your climax wanting to peak through, Luffy flipped you over to your side. 

You yelped as your side touched the ground gently. Your back faced his chest, pressing against it so tightly that you felt the sweat that accumulated. His breathing hit the back of your ear, only making you shudder from the sensation. His dick, however, still stayed hard and stiff inside as one of his hands slipped from underneath you to grab your jaw and the other lifted your leg just slightly. Your eyes widened but before you could utter his name, continued to slam his cock into you. He went into you slowly at first, his groan deep in your ear but before long he picked up his speed again. His grunts and groans only grew louder in your ear, his voice occasionally cracking from the overwhelming sensation you gave him. Where did this all come from? This instinct to twist you around and see how far you could take him seemed so profound.

“[y/n] yeah, f-fuck you feel so good, good for just me f-fuck. You’re so fuckin’ perfect for me shiiit,” Luffy babbled, his words spilling similar to the drool that trickled down the side of his mouth. The feeling coiled in your stomach, the butterflies shifting into something more vicious that you felt out of your own body. His dick curved inside you in a way that was hitting a point that only made his thrust feel intoxicating. You were drowning in the euphoric feeling of your captain’s cock, your body so close to his only made it more delicious. 

“Luffy god please d-don’t stop oh p-please d-don’t stop,” You begged, your moans coming out like cries through the silking sounds of skin slapping. Your hand cupped the side of his face, your body only wanting to get closer to him in a way that didn’t seem possible. Luffy’s teeth sunk into your shoulder, only making you whine and cry out even more. 

“S-say it again.” His words came out hoarse, as if he was nearly possessed by something you weren’t familiar with. Luffy wasn’t the clumsy, clueless man you fell for anymore. Instead, he embodied something you knew he was fully capable of: The Future King Of The Pirates. You tilted your head toward him slightly, your lips hovering over his, your breathing huffing near his lips. The way he looked at you only made you want to come undone even more, but you had to obey your captain’s orders.

“D-don’t stop,” You purred out before you shakingly placed your lips on his, his hand around your jaw only pushing your mouth closer to his. Almost at the same time, you both began to moan between thrust through your kisses, eventually making your lips stay agape. You were breathing on each other, your eyes staying focused on him. He seemed so determined, so drawn to you in a way you never knew he could. It was all too much for you.

“W-wait L-Luffy I’m gonna cu-” You breathless moaned out, your words only shrinking as your eyes shut tightly. Your climax jolted through you, the intense peak only letting you see white through your clenched eyes. The tightening of your walls only made Luffy slam harder, his thrust becoming more sloppy as he got closer to his own climax. He released a whimper as pushed you on your chest, his body shiftly getting on top of you. He spread his legs slightly as he pulled your backend up, placing you on your wobbly knees as well, moving the blanket to your side.

“I’m so close [y/n], all mine” He groaned, his words not even making cohesive sentences as shoved your head down, making you gasp as your cheek touched the floor of the watched tower. He practically fucked you to the ground, the slick from your own cum pooling at the bottom of his shaft, his hand squeezing your hip roughly. Even from the side of your face, he watched you. The way your hair messily covers your eyes, the parting of your  lips releasing a series of gasps. Despite his aggressive thrust, Luffy gently moved the hair away from your eyes. He felt his stomach jump as he saw the faintest tears trickle down your face. The sight of you being a mess because of him only excited him more, especially when you drunkenly looked back at him. His features seemed sharper somehow, his abs and biceps sculpted by the moonlight that poked through. He looked absolutely divine, only making your pussy pulse more from another sudden orgasm. His breath hitched as he felt your walls pulse again, swallowing hard as his brows furrowed, his head tilting to the side in adoration. 

“God [y/n] you’re so pretty SH-” Before Luffy could finish his own sentence, his hips buckled. He released a stuff hiss as his cum shot hot and heavy in your cunt, his thrust coming to a slow stop. His chest heavily, his lips parted slightly as he watched you melt into him. Exhaustion fluttered over the two of them slipped out of you, your bodies flopping to the ground in a sweaty mess. As his back landed, his eyes blinked as he stared at the ceiling. Suddenly his hands shot through his hair and he released an eccentric laugh. 

“Holy crap [y/n] that was awesome!-” As he turned toward you with open arms to snuggle you close, he paused as he looked at you. Your eyes were closed, your body peacefully fell into a state of sleep that was even fast for Luffy, and he was able to go to bed rather quickly. You laid there, your cheek gently pressed against the floor as your breathing stayed low and steady. Luffy couldn’t help but smile, his arms still gently wrapping around you. His hands eventually tugged the blanket over your bodies. He began to laugh into your hair, one of his hands cradling your head. As he gave your head the softest kiss, he looked outside the watch tower. 

He took over the night shift that night. 

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Hi Cher! I’m absolutely in love with how you write Sanji. I was wondering if I could request a fic with him x female reader who is very shy and quiet. Even though he treats all women like a gentleman, he secretly has developed romantic feelings for her and is as a result even morso protective and gentle towards her. Lo and behold she also is smitten with him but as you would expect is too flustered to do anything. Maybe the crew go to an island and a man treats her inappropriately and Sanji steps in to save her. She’s scared and vulnerable during and after the ordeal and he comforts her. This prompts him to confess his feelings and she accepts. Feel free to take creative liberty and you can make it as romantic and heart wrenching as you like. Thank you sm ☺️💖💖

I got you ! Posted now!

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Consumed: Sanji x Shy!F!Reader

You can submit your request here

Based on this request: As someone who has always been shy, it's been hard for you to show how you feel towards Sanji. Little did you know, Sanji was more drawn to you than you thought. After a night at a tavern ending in disaster, all of that unravels.

Warning: verbal harassment that may be hard for some readers to read, grammar mistakes, possible ooc

Rating: Fluff with a bit of angst, I guess?

Word Count: 5.5k +

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The kitchen of the Thousand Sunny was filled with the hum of its simple routine. The sunlight of the late afternoon spilled through the round windows, turning the polished counters a honey color. That same light caught on the hanging pots that chimed softly whenever the ship shifted against the waves. The air smelled rich with garlic and butter, humid from something simmering on the stove. You stood near the pantry shelves on a small wooden ladder with a notebook balanced carefully in one hand while the other moved between jars and containers. A pencil rested behind your ear, occasionally pulled free so you could jot something down in the tidy columns that filled the pages. 

Three jars of paprika, half a container of cumin, and…no basil. 

Your thoughts counted as your eyes scanned the shelf. The numbers on the page didn’t need to be written for your sake, but for Nami’s. They had already been filed away in your mind, tucked neatly beside the memory of every crate, sack, and bottle aboard the ship. Still, writing these things down did help everyone stay organized.  Your job as a Straw Hat was a strange one by most pirate standards. You weren’t a huge fighter but instead you possessed the one thing no one on board had: photographic memory. 

You were the crew’s inventory checker, a quiet keeper of everything the crew carried across the sea. Food supplies, cooking spices, equipment, spare sails, ammunition, you name it. If something was running low, you were the one who knew about it first. This role only existed mostly because Luffy so badly wanted you on his ship. The position wasn’t fancy but you preferred it that way. The quiet responsibilities suited you, often in isolation and tucked away from others. Not because you didn't like them, because it was far from the truth, but simply because you were a timid person. 

On this particular afternoon, you stood in the kitchen with a man you often came in contact with: Sanji. Your eyes drifted away from the shelf briefly, eyeing the cook in secret. He moved through the kitchen with his usual suave confidence. He was someone who was set in a particular routine. His sleeves were rolled neatly to his elbows, his blond hair falling slightly across his face as he stirred a pan filled with sizzling vegetables. Steam curled upwards around him in soft spirals, carrying the scent of herbs and broth. The way he moved often reminded you of music. Every shift almost had a rhythm to it. The way he chopped ingredients, the small flick of his wrist with seasoning a dish, everything about how he moved in that room always fell into place naturally. It was something you began to admire about him. 

You looked away rather quickly, a heat spreading across your face as you returned your attention to your task. After years of being side by side on the same crew, your feelings for Sanji grew at a pace you never thought was possible. You stayed in the shadows in an attempt to suppress your feelings for him. You knew Sanji treated all women kindly, there was no secret to that. His flirtatious personality was flamboyant and shameless towards every woman he met. Constantly showering them with compliments and chivalrous gestures, it was just who he was. He was utterly and truly enduring, and you fell for it. 

“Doing another supply check, Chérie? What am I running low on?” Sanji chimed out, making you look back at him. From across the room, Sanji lifted a spoon to taste the broth simmering on the stove. Your eyes flicked at his lips from the distance, watching the broth enter his mouth. He paused for a moment, considering the taste, before adding a small pinch of salt. You looked up from his lips as he fully faced you, making sure he could not notice your staring. He gave you a smile since he was just was so happy to speak with you

“Yes. It looks like just a few spices,” You answered quietly after a moment, your voice soft. Sanji looked at you with a nod. 

“Good catch, thanks for letting me know, mon cher,” Sanji returned to the stove, stirring the pot again while humming faintly to himself. The simple compliment warmed your cheeks up even more. You flicked your gaze back on the shelf in front of you, pretending to study a jar of dried thyme to keep you from wanting to hide. Even in the brief moment you two looked at each other, your heart raced. Lost in your own thoughts, you shifted your footing on the ladder to climb down. Your shoe slipped slightly under the run, and your balance wavered just enough to startle you. A gasp left your lips and before you could steady yourself, Sanji footsteps crossed the kitchen floor. 

“Careful. Here, let me help,” Sanji said gently as one of his hands instinctively fell on the small of your back while the other extended upward toward you. Your heartbeat quickened in your chest as you looked down at his hand. For a moment, you hesitated. Then, slowly, you placed your hand in his. His palm was so warm and firm as his fingers closed gently around yours. He guided you down the remaining steps until your feet reached the floor. The distance between you two suddenly felt very small. It was close enough that you could smell the faint mixture of tobacco, fresh soap, and the sea. You nodded in gratitude but your eyes fluttered down to your hand without thinking. Your hand was still resting in his, and he hadn’t let go. Sanji’s thumb shifted slightly against your hand, almost absentmindedly. Then, as if he suddenly remembered himself, he let your hand go. 

“Thank you..” Your voice came out barely above a whisper. You quickly cleared your throat and tucked your pencil behind your ear again. Before he could even respond, you held your notebook close to your chest as you turned on your heel, leaving the kitchen as swiftly as possible. 

Sanji had taken a few steps right behind you but immediately stopped himself. He tucked his lips inside his mouth and made a fist, his other hand slapping it slowly in thought.  As bold as the cook was, Sanji found himself constantly missing his opportunity to confess his feelings to you. It even dulled his constant flirtatious personality simply because he knew how much it flustered you. It bothered him how much you consumed him, the gentleness you gave him was intoxicating. The cook sighed deeply as his hands released themselves and trailed up to his face, rubbing it rather roughly. He glanced at his hand, his eyes scanning the skin you once touched. 

The hallway felt cooler compared to the warmth of the kitchen, but your face still burned terribly. The cruelty of your own memory constantly grave the details that most people wouldn’t read into. The way he looked up at you from the bottom of the ladder, the way the sun complimented his blue eyes. The softness in his voice and his touch. God. Why did this have to be so hard? Why was this so embarrassing? Why did he have to hold your hand like that?

Your heart thumped unevenly in your chest as you crashed through the doors of the storage room. The questions slipped into your mind like a stubborn vise, they were impossible to ignore. Sanji helped people all the time. He was kind to everyone, so why did this feel so different? if Nami or Robin were on that ladder, he would have done the same thing, right? You told yourself you were reading into the small gestures once again, it was a bad habit you had with him. Those charming, attentive and gallant gestures. You had been imagining the tension that stayed there. After all, Sanji was Sanji but you were absolutely consumed by him. Your hands shook as you placed the notebook down on a small crate in the storage room, your fingers tracing the back. The image of his hand in yours burned into your mind, something you knew for a fact you could never forget. 

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After days at sea, the entire crew seemed eager to step onto solid ground again. The Thousand Sunny had docked on a random island that Nami had led the crew to. The music drifted through the harbor streets, laughter spilling out from open taverns while lanterns glowed. Merchants called out to passing sailors, the smell of roasted meat and spiced rum floated through the air. It was a breeding ground for Luffy’s gluttonous actions to take over. You were eager to move around as well. So, you tried to finish your chores as quickly as possible. You had spent most of the afternoon helping restock the Sunny’s supplies, carefully checking crates of produce and equipment. Your notebook had filled quickly with neat lines of updated inventory, your memory silently cataloging every purchase Nami instructed the crew to make. But once the work was done, Nami had clasped a hand lightly on your shoulder. 

“You ready?” Nami asked with a grin to which you nodded. The two of you retreated into the woman’s quarters, giggles radiating from behind the door. Eventually, you found yourself inside a tavern. The place had a robust night life that was hard to ignore. Besides the heavy scent of rum, there was a small stage near the far wall that held a trio of musicians playing live music, their instruments weaved together to create bright melodies that flowed throughout the tavern. Your eyes moved slowly around the room, absorbing the establishment and you couldn’t help but feel intimidated. However, just underneath that nervousness, there was excitement. 

You lingered beside Nami and Robin at the tavern bar, standing between them like a shadow while they leaned forward to place their orders with the bartender. Nami, of course, negotiated for a stronger drink that eventually became free. Robin smiled politely as she ordered her drink, and actually a drink on your behalf. You gave her a shy smile, internally thankful she helped you out with that. The bartender nodded his head before turning away to prepare them.

Nami had let out a soft groan as she stretched her arms over her head, a sigh of relief leaving her. She looked around the room and her brows raised. There was barely any seating around, something Robin had noticed too. The two women looked around briefly before turning to you. 

“Y/n, can you stay here to wait for our drinks for a second while we go scout for a booth? We’ll be right back,” Nami asked kindly, her hand touching your arm. You nodded quietly even though you hated the idea of being in a crowded place alone. However, you knew it was only for a short period of time. Robin offered you a reassuring smile before the two women slipped away into the crowd, weaving easily between tables as they searched for a table large enough for the crew. And just like that, you were alone. 

You rested your elbows lightly against the counter, your fingers intertwining as you waited. The bar felt even larger without them beside you. Your heart began to skip as bodies passed by you. Your eyes wandered across the tavern again and that was when you spotted them. Luffy, Usopp, and several of the others were already gathered at a long table not from the stage. Their laughter was easily heard from across the room, Luffy leaning back in his chair while Usopp animatedly recounted something that had everyone listening to his every word. Beside them sat Sanji. He held a drink in one hand as he casually leaned against the back of his chair while he spoke to Zoro. Your brows raised in amusement as you saw how surprisingly friendly they were. You didn’t remember ever seeing them talk to each other without bickering. The lantern light caught the gentle glimmer in his eyes, casting soft shadows across his face as he laughed about something Usopp said. It was a raw and unfiltered laugh, one that almost made his cigarette drop from his mouth. 

Your chest tightened as you watched him. As if sensing your gaze, Sanji glanced over breathlessly. His eyes landed on you immediately and for a moment, the noise of the tavern seemed to fade in silence. Then, Sanji smiled at you. Across the table, Luffy noticed as well and twisted around in his seat to follow Sanji’s line of sight. The moment your captain spotted you at the bar, his entire face lit up. 

“Hey!” Luffy cackled, his smile covering his face from cheek to cheek. He raised his arm up high, waving enthusiastically. Sanji followed with a smaller but equally inviting gesture, waving his hand toward you. 

Come join us he mouthed, his thumb flicking to the seat next to him. You nodded but became stiff for a moment, remembering that Nami and Robin were going to come back for their drinks. You decided you would wait for them and then show them that the boys already found a spot. You then pointed at the bar gently and shrugged. You mimed that you were waiting, to which he nodded in understanding. His smile had softened as he returned a shrug back. You began to giggle to yourself but your attention instantly drifted elsewhere. A shadow fell across the bar beside you, and you turned toward it. A burly, tall man stood right next to you in a distance too close for comfort. His broad shoulders filled the space beside you, forcing you to tilt your head upward just to meet his eyes. His expression had a slyness to it that immediately made your stomach twist. 

“Well now,” he said with a crooked grin. Your heart sank to your stomach as you inched back slightly. Your shoulders stiffened by how close he was to you. 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing sitting all alone?”

“I’m not alone,” You said quietly, the words struggling to come out. The man leaned over against the bar, completely overlooking how uncomfortable you felt. He reeked of alcohol and sweat, making your stomach flip even more. 

“Oh yeah? Been watching you for a minute now, didn’t see anyone near ya,” he replied causally. Your fingers tightened around each other. You didn’t know what to do other than to stay silent. A memory of Nami’s advice resurfaced in your brain. She knew you were a shy girl and oftentimes, that made you a target for those who wanted to cause harm. 

If a man is bothering you, don't give him any attention. Just ignore him, y/n. Okay? 

So that’s exactly what you did. You turned away from the stranger and focused on the bartender instead, pretending to watch the drink be prepared. Your heart began to race as you started to ignore every single thing the man had asked you. The anxiety coiled in your stomach, your hands becoming red and sweaty. It felt like no matter how focused you were, the man was persistent. Eventually, his suave started to simmer and his true personality poked through. 

At first, Sanji had only been watching from the table. He was half listening to Usopp’s loud storytelling while his eyes occasionally drifted back toward the bar where you stood waiting.  It had become something he caught himself doing over the past few weeks, quietly checking on you. Making sure you were comfortable no matter where you were and making sure nothing or no one bothered you. However, when he saw the man approach you, anger festered.

“Are you always this rude, you little bitch?” The man spat, his words hitting you like a knife. Slowly, you turned your head just enough to glare at him. However, that look had sent the man over the edge. His brows furrowed as he stepped closer to you. His voice rose above the surrounding noise of the tavern, the volume making you flinch. He got into your face with insult after insult, making you stumble back. 

“What, are you too good to answer me or something?!” he continued, irritation creeping into his voice. You whimpered out and shook your head, your face becoming hot from the attention that was being drawn to you. Suddenly, the man’s hand clamped around your wrist as he pulled you close to him, a scream leaving your lips. Tears began to swell in your eyes as you stared at the man, his grip hurting your wrist. Fear flickered instantly through your chest as the man rose louder and he began to shake you. You felt like a rag doll, being tossed around without any control. You felt paralyzed, not knowing how to breathe. The scene began to catch the attention of most patrons in the bar, especially the rest of your crew. Your eyes flickered over to Sanji briefly, a silent plea screaming through your expression. The moment Sanji saw the man grab you, something inside him snapped like a rope pulled too tight. His eyes widened as his chair slammed back. 

“Hey!” The single word cut through the tavern like a blade. Luffy blinked in surprise as Sanji shot to his feet and ran towards you. His expression had hardened into something dark, his blue eyes burning with an indescribable fury as he strode across the room. He hated men like that, men who thought women were objects to grab and corner. Men who treated kindness as an invitation to push their limits but this time, this moment felt different. Simply because it was you. And when Sanji saw the tears swelling in your eyes, that feeling that was in his stomach twisted violently. It was a bitter, cruel thing for Sanji to witness and it swallowed him whole. 

The distance between you and the table vanished in mere seconds. Before the man could react, Sanji grabbed the collar of the stranger’s shirt and yanked him backward with brutal force. The man stumbled as his grip was ripped away from your wrist, his balance failing under the sudden pull. Sanji shoved himself between you and the stranger without any hesitation. His body formed a solid wall in front of you, his broad shoulders in front of you. His arm stretched slightly back as if he was instinctively shielding you. 

“Who the hell-” 

Sanji didn’t let the man finish his thought before he twisted the man’s collar tighter. He dragged him close until their faces were inches apart. 

“How dare you put a hand on a lady, you dirty bastard!” Sanji hissed, his voice low and deadly. The man tried to shove him away but Sanji didn’t move. Luffy and the others yelled for you, instantly making their way toward the three of you. The large man shoved himself from him and the stranger planted a steady punch to his face. Sanji grunted as he stumbled back, his body leaning against yours briefly, blood trickling down his nose. You gasped out and grabbed his arm. 

“Sanji!” 

Suddenly, Sanji’s legs moved with lightning speed, his leg aiming straight for the stranger’s chest. The impact cracked through the tavern like thunder as the man launched clear off his feet, his body flying across the room. The stranger flew straight toward Luffy, who had already prepared himself. Without hesitation, Luffy stretched his rubbery arms forward to grab the airborne man before letting out a loud scream. He quickly spun the man around and slingshotted the both of them straight through the tavern doors. The wood bursted open with a loud crash as the two disappeared outside, shouting from Luffy echoed, and the rest of the Straw Hats and a handful of patrons followed behind. The tavern erupted into pure chaos. Chairs scraped against the floor, people began to shout and some tables knocked over as someone attempted to rush out. Sanji himself was about to sprint out the tavern but you had started shaking. He felt a small grip latch onto the back of his shirt. 

At first, the shaking felt mild, a quiet tremor of someone who was just scared. Then your breathing changed into short, uneven breaths. Your chest tightened painfully as the panic finally surged through you, after the danger had passed. Your hands slipped from Sanji’s shirt as they shot to your chest. 

“I-I I can’t-” Your lungs struggled against the crashing weight of fear that still clung to you. Tears spilled freely down your face as the room spun around you. Sanji turned around instantly the moment the warmth of your hands slipped away. When he saw your face, the anger drained from him and was replaced with immediate alarm. 

“Hey-Hey, Y/n, breath,” Sanji said, as calmly as he was able to. His hands came up gently, cupping your tear soaked cheeks. He had leaned down slightly, trying to meet your eyes but there was no prevail. You were a shaking mess in his hands. His heart shattered watching you crumble this way, it utterly gutted him. The way your eyes stayed shut tight, as if you were trying to hold yourself together. It broke him. 

“Y/n- god I’m so sorry- look at me,” His curly brows knitted tightly together in worry. His thumb brushed beneath your eyes, wiping away the tears that would fall. Slowly, your eyes glanced towards him as you tried to catch your breath through trembling lips. His hands began to smooth your hair, moving it away from your face. He couldn’t think of the words to say and it frustrated him dearly. So much so, that the unbelievable happened. 

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I promise it’ll never happen again. I won’t let anything like that happen to you again,” Sanji’s words sounded so strained as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, one hand cradling the back of your head as he pressed you against his chest. You sobbed into his chest, your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face against his. Nami and Robin approached you two, the four of you eventually leaving the tavern. 

You barely remembered the walk back to the Sunny. The lantern-lit streets blurred together in soft streaks of gold and silver. Voices drifted around you, familiar laughter of your crewmates fading away from you and entering a silent void. Your body felt heavy, numb in a way that was unfathomable. Your hands stayed clasped tightly in front of you as you walked, your eyes fixed somewhere on the cobblestone path. Every now and then, someone spoke near you. Nami had asked if you were alright, Chopper hovered anxiously at your side for a few steps.You would softly answer when you needed to, but you mostly stayed quiet. 

When the crew climbed aboard, you murmured a soft goodnight to no one in particular and slipped into the women’s quarters. You closed the door gently behind you, your body leaning against it for a moment as the silence settled around you. Only then, the tightness had returned to your chest. You changed into your sleeping clothes, your movements were mechanical and slow. Your body was begging to stop, to shut down. When you finally slipped beneath your blankets, you curled into a small ball. 

The next morning rolled in like a fog that refused to lift. You felt hollow beneath it, as though something inside you had been scooped out and left behind in that tavern. Your body laid still against the mattress, your limbs feeling unbearably heavy. Even breathing felt like an effort you were only half committed to. Hunger and thirst never came. There was only this dull, persistent ache of something curling in your chest, tightening with every passing second. Staying in your bed was the only thing you were able to manage and nothing was working to make you move. Nami had tried though. 

You registered her voice faintly, like it came from the other side of the wall even though she was kneeled next to you. She urged you to sit up, to say something, to do anything that proved that you were still there. But you couldn’t, you remained still as you faced the wall with eyes open but unfocused. When she finally left, the silence carried her rushed foots toward the kitchen. Guilt lingered in her chest, the constant questions entering her mind as she bit down on her thumb. I shouldn’t have left. Poor Nami, although she knew it wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t help but blame herself. 

In the kitchen, your absence didn’t go unnoticed. Sanji felt it immediately, the empty space where you should have mocked him as the others sat down for breakfast. He said nothing at first, only lit his cigarette with hands that were steadier than how he felt. But your face from the night before haunted him, replaying in fragments he couldn’t escape from. The fear in your eyes and the way you clung to him, the sound of your breathing when you were scared. He had never felt this torn from seeing someone hurt before so much so he hadn’t slept. At least, that’s what it felt like. He kept tossing and turning, leaving him sitting on the edge of bed with his hands buried in his hair. His jaw clenched as if he was holding himself together that by the time morning came, he had already made up his mind. He knew exactly what he needed to do. 

He cooked for the other that morning like normal, muscle memory guiding him where his thoughts could not. But when it came to preparing something for you, he slowed himself down. Everything he did became borderline reverent. To pair with the same breakfast as everyone else, Sanji chose your favorite fruit to cut up precisely, and arranged it as though presentation alone might coax you back to yourself. The tea steeped longer than necessary, his eyes lingering on the cup. When he finally finished, he removed his apron in silence and made his way toward the women’s quarters. Nami started to speak, her tone coming out protective on the edge of her tongue but he was already gone before she could finish.

The hallway felt longer than usual. Each step Sanji took carried a weight felt heavier, the pressure only increasing the closer he got. When he reached the door, he paused. His knuckle hovered just above the wood before he forced himself to knock. 

“Y/N, it's me..” Sanji said softly, waiting for a response. A soft sound came from inside, though it was barely there, it was enough for him. Sanji pushed the door slowly and then he froze. He watched you laid stiffly in front of the bedroom wall, curled in the covers that practically made you invisible. For a moment, he simply stood there, taking you in. The sight of you struck something deep and unguarded within him. As he watched you snuggle into the covers even deeper, it was that he never saw you hide so much from him. Like the part of you that stayed near him, laughed and spoke or met his eyes so easily had retreated somewhere he couldn’t follow. Carefully, he stepped inside the quarters and closed the door behind him. The soft click sounded louder than it should have. 

“I brought you breakfast. Your favorite actually,” Sanji said gently, his voice lower than usual as if he was afraid getting louder might break was little courage you had left. All you did was nod, nothing more. You didn’t even look at him and a part of him shattered. Sanji swallowed as he moved closer to your bed. He placed the plate and tea on your nightstand carefully, buying himself a moment to collect his thoughts. 

“Would it be okay if I sat with you?” He asked. As you nodded, he sat on the bed slowly. He sat close to your hips but still left space between you, trying to be mindful of every movement he took. He looked at you, searching for anything. Then, reluctantly, he reached out and placed his hand against your shoulder. Your body flinched, probably instinctive at that point, but it hit him hard. His hand stilled immediately, his breathing catching as the guilt and anger tangled together in his chest. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..” His words seemed chopped, almost as if it was hard for him to speak. He hesitated before he tried again, his voice more coherent this time. 

“Can you look at me?” 

There was a long pause but eventually, you slowly turned toward him. Your eyes were red and swollen, the skin beneath them bruised with exhaustion. Your hair had fallen into a disarray, framing your face in a way that made you look smaller somehow. You became something so much more fragile and it made his expression soften instantly. Without thinking, he reached over to you and brushed a few stray strands of hair away from your face. The gesture was unhurried and gentle, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary. The first thing that came to his mind when your eyes trailed to him was how beautiful you looked. He simply hated that the only reason why he was privileged enough to touch you was because of the sorrow that filled you.  He wanted to stay there, to just look at you. 

When his hand moved to your cheek, you leaned into his touch. It was subtle at first, almost hesitant, but then you fully gave in. Your eyes slipped to a close as your cheek pressed softly against his palm. A faint warmth rose beneath his fingers, a delicate pink dusting across your skin that didn’t go unnoticed. Sanji’s breath hitched because how did he get so lucky? His face warmed up in response, something that was undeniable settling between you. It wasn’t causal and it never had been, not really. He noticed the secret glances, the lingering distance between your knees at dinner, but most importantly he knew you did not need to constantly do something as mundane as spice checking. He was more than capable of doing that but it was clear that you both just wanted to be near each other. But now, stripped of pretense and distraction, the built up feelings felt impossible to ignore. His thumb brushed lightly along your cheekbone in a soothing motion. 

“Last night…It made me realize something,” he began, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable than you had ever heard it. He watched your brows furrow under his touch, it made him melt and he knew at that moment he was wrapped around your finger. 

“I never want to see you like that again. I never want to see you scared like that again because  I care so much about you more than I ever admitted. Y/n..” Sanji’s hand cupped your cheek more firmly this time that you raised your eyes to him. Your eyes widened slightly, his words settling into you that felt almost overwhelming. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then you noticed his gaze flickered, just briefly to your lips. 

“I promise, if you let me, I won’t let anything like that happen again,” Sanji said, his eyes scanning your face. It may have been a moment, but it was undeniable with how he was looking at you that he wanted so desperately to kiss you. You found yourself drawn to his lips without meaning to, your breath catching softly as something soft and unspoken passed between you two. Slowly, without fully thinking, you pushed yourself up and closed the space between you inch by inch. The shifting of your bodies made the world seem to narrow to that single moment. To him and the warmth of his hand resting against your face. 

For the first time in your entire life, you found yourself having the courage to act first and think second. You leaned in, placing your lips gently against his. The first kiss was soft, a gentle press that was intentional, as if it was testing something sacred. When you pulled back, your lips lingered over his slightly, feeling his breath against your own lips. His face was probably more pink than yours at this point, his curly brows furrowed from the deprivation of your touch. Just looking at him, his hand trailed from your cheek to gently the side of your neck where your hair fell. Sanji faintly licked his lips before he leaned in without thinking, this time the kiss coming to you but you didn’t hesitate. Your arms slipped around his neck, pulling closer as the kiss deepened. Everything you didn’t have the courage to see before, everything you were too afraid to show in the past unraveled in that single moment and Sanji wanted it all. Sanji responded instantly, one hand moved into your hair, cradling your head as the other rested carefully at your waist. It was firm enough to hold you but still cautious around you. The kiss wasn’t rushed but it was desperate, slow and passionate as if it held every secret you two kept. 

It was nearly reckless but for the first time since the night before, the tightening in your chest eased. It melted right into his arms, a place where the world couldn’t reach you anymore.

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hii hope you're doing well! i was wondering if you could do a luffy x fem reader where she's insecure about her curvy body? luffy notices that she doesn't eat as much as she used to and helped her feel better. love how you write!

Thank you for the request! I apologize for the delay but school and work has been insane so the process of going through request has been slow. I had to write this one because I relate to it so deeply! Enjoy!!

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Mirrors: Luffy x Curvy!F!Reader

Luffy is at your side after an accident during training. What he wasn’t expecting was to find out you’ve been skipping meals.

Word count: 6.6k +

Rating: fluff with a little angst.

Warning: possible ooc, possible grammar mistakes, mentions of marine ford and Sabaody, mentions of lack of eating, self doubt, and fainting. Please read at your own risk.

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It felt like the plate had eyes, staring right at you.

The food sat there untouched, still warm, the steam lifting in thin threads that curled and vanished into the air. The rice was fluffed just right, vegetables cut with care. A piece of beef seasoned exactly the way you liked it. Sanji had made it for you before leaving with the others, setting it down with that familiar smile and a reminder to eat while you watched the ship. Lunch, that’s all it was.

It should have been simple, but for you, food gave you a thousand thoughts. It was daunting and ruthless, mocking you at every meal. Your fork nudged the edge of the plate, once. Then again but with more aggression, your brows furrowed as you tossed the food around. You rearranged things you had no intention of eating, pushing grains together, separating them in a way that felt childish. Eventually, your hands dropped to your lap, your body leaning back in your chair.

Everyone else was gone, your favorite rubber boy included, scattered across an island the Sunny was docked at like bright birds set loose. An unknown place in the New World, strange and tempting, calling them away from the ship. You had volunteered to stay behind since someone had to watch the ship. It was easier to say ‘yes’ to be alone when the alternative was sitting down to eat with everyone. The galley was quiet. There was no laughter, no clatter of plates, no Luffy shoveling food into his mouth like he was racing time itself. Just you and the plate and the thoughts you couldn’t outrun.

A sigh slipped from your lips as you stood abruptly, the chair scraping softly against the floor. The decision felt sudden, even to you, but it had been building for weeks. You lifted the plate, hands steady in a way that surprised you, and crossed to the trash bin. You tipped the food in, listening to it land with a dull sound that made your stomach twist. Then, as if ashamed of the evidence, you layered other trash on top. Paper. Peels. Anything to hide it because you knew better. You knew wasting food was wrong. Sanji would be furious if he ever found out. You could already hear his voice, sharp with disbelief, wounded beneath the anger. Food meant survival out on the sea, it meant care and love when it came to him. But you couldn’t do it anymore. Guilt pressed against your ribs in a hot and insistent twist.

Out of sight. Out of mind.

You closed the lid and leaned against the counter, your arms folded tightly over the middle of your stomach. Without thinking, your hands pinched the skin on your stomach, tears burning your eyes.

The softness of the folds on your belly bothered you. The way it seeped in with each touch, it made your skin crawl. You couldn’t help it since you naturally were curvy and for the longest time, it was something you accepted. However, for some reason, you recently found yourself wanting to rip it right off. Your eyes betrayed you every time Nami or Robin walked past you, their effortless and confident faces, their body’s toned and sculpted. Whereas yours was a more rounded figure.

They wore low-rise jeans like they were made for them, fabric sitting easy on hips you envied without wanting to. Robin favored backless tops occasionally, skin smooth and untroubled, while you couldn’t imagine exposing your own back without feeling absolutely anxious about it. The thought of others seeing the rolls you tried so hard to hide embarrassed you.

It was odd, really, since no one on board ever made you feel this way. Not once. The girls complimented and supported you, especially when you would go shopping with them. There were times where Nami would help you find clothes that highlighted the parts of you she thought were flattering, especially with your plump figure, but you often left markets without anything. These thoughts, the ones that made you feel ashamed of your own body, weren't something planted by careless words or cruel looks. It grew quietly, entirely on its own, fed by mirrors and passing thoughts. It got worse when your body refused to change no matter how hard you trained. Everyone else around you changed physically in the last two year, whereas you felt like you stayed the same. It was as if you froze in time.

Your belly was always there. Soft and noticeable. A gentle curve that never flattened the way you wanted it to.

But Luffy called your extra curves cute constantly, it was known to you how much he loved it. His hands were always warm, squeezing you without shame whenever he could. It showed in the way he gravitated toward you without thinking, like the space beside you was the most natural place for him to exist. When the crew gathered together, when laughter filled the kitchen and voices overlapped, his arms always found you. The times when he would approach from behind, his chin found the softness on your shoulder. Sometimes, he would linger from the side, his body pressing into yours as if to absorb all of your warmth. Other times, he would simply hook an arm around your waist and stay there, unbothered by anything else happening around him.

No one questioned your relationship with Luffy, since it made sense. The two of you fit together in a way that felt inevitable, like pieces of a puzzle that had never belonged anywhere else. When he hugged you, your body molded easily to his, soft where he was solid, steady where he was restless. You grounded him, always putting him in his place, whereas he energized you and gave you the courage to move forward in life. It was right. Moreso, the two of you had an undeniable natural chemistry.

When you were alone with him it became even clearer. Luffy loved to sprawl across you whenever he got the chance, stretching out like a cat that had claimed its favorite place to nap. His favorite place he would rest his head on your breast or stomach, arms wrapped loosely around the middle of your body, completely content. He talked in those moments, words tumbling out without filters or hesitation.

“You’re really comfy, Y/N…” he’d say, voice pleased, fingers tracing idle shapes into your side. His face would become so relaxed, his body would instinctively bury itself in your between your breast.

“You smell good…so good…” More often than not, his voice would trail off mid-sentence, breath evening out as sleep claimed him. You would lie there beneath him, feeling his heartbeat against your own body with flushed cheeks. The gentle rise and fall of his weight, trapped in that quiet, golden stillness reminded you of the security you had with Luffy. Sometimes you would fall asleep too or other times, you just stayed awake, memorizing the feeling of being wanted without conditions. He had a habit of biting you, playful ones that made your cheeks hot, just to see you squirm. He loved to mess with you that way.

But when the time came to it, he protected you the same way he loved you: Without hesitation or fear. In dangerous situations, he always placed himself between you and whatever threatened the crew. A hand on your shoulder to keep you close. A sharp glance that promised anyone watching that you were not to be touched. You never doubted your safety when Luffy was near. He made sure of it.

That’s why this hurt the most because even though you trusted him, even though deep down you knew you could tell him anything, you never understood why you couldn’t let him in on these thoughts. The thoughts that made you feel ugly and worthless, less than the woman you wanted to be. Luffy made you feel secure all the time but for some reason, you didn’t believe that your beauty was truly present.

Maybe it was because you feared it would sound silly to him, hearing you complain about your body. You didn’t want to put the burden of how your thoughts curled inward when he squeezed your waist without thinking. You didn’t want to have to explain how your stomach clenched when he called you soft, when he praised the very parts of you that you were trying to erase. There was a fear that if you said it out loud, it would sound foolish. Shallow. Unworthy of a pirate’s life. Not strong enough.

So you smiled. You laughed. You leaned into him and let him hold you while you quietly waged war with your own reflection. Because although it was truly enduring, your own thoughts made it hard to accept that someone like Luffy would truly be into you.

Your days began to blur together after that.

Hours spent training alone became the backbone of your routine. You pushed yourself past soreness, past fatigue, past the quiet voice that told you to stop. The floor in the gym quarters burned beneath your palms as you dropped into planks. Your legs shook as you ran laps around the ship. Sweat soaked through your clothes until they clung to you like a shadow that was heavy and uncomfortable. Your hunger was constant but you learned to silence it. You took it as a sign that you were doing something right. It meant progress was on its way, that you were in control. When the crew returned from islands laden with stories and souvenirs, you greeted them with smiles and tired eyes. When Sanji asked if you wanted something to eat, you waved it off with a practiced excuse. Sometimes you said you were too tired to eat, other times you blamed sudden sea sickness. Other times, you simply would tell him you weren’t hungry and that you would eat later.

Later rarely came.

You trained until the sun dipped low, until the sky turned bruised with color and your muscles trembled with exhaustion. You trained until your thoughts quieted, until the mirrors and comparisons fell silent for just a moment. At night, when Luffy wrapped himself around you, when he murmured soft, thoughtless compliments and pressed kisses into your hair, you held him close and tried not to flinch. You tried not to think about how his hands felt heavier lately, how your body felt weaker from how much you pushed yourself. You felt that you needed to put more effort into pretending everything was fine.

You told yourself you were doing this for strength. In the end, it would be worth it, or so you thought. And all the while, the one man who loved you the most would lay against you, trusting, unaware, holding you together even as you quietly pulled yourself apart. You didn’t remember when the thoughts had started exactly. There wasn’t a clear beginning. No single moment you could point to and say, this is when it went wrong. They had crept in slowly, settling between breaths, between meals, between glances in the bathroom mirror. Once they took hold, they made it hard to focus on anything else.

Even sleep wasn’t safe from your intrusive thoughts. You would lay awake at night staring at the ceiling, counting hours you could have spent training instead. When you did sleep, it was shallow, restless, filled with the sense that you were wasting time. That your body was falling behind. That you weren’t doing enough.

So, you started to work out without any food, none at all other than water.

At first, it was small. Extra reps. Longer sessions. Then it became mornings before sunrise, slipping out while the ship still slept. Then nights too, when the world was quiet and no one could see you. You trained alone, sweat slicking your skin. Your muscles would scream in agony and your lungs ached with a vengeance. Hunger gnawed at you, sharp and insistent, but you continued to ignore it. You told yourself it was discipline.

Meals became obstacles that you had to avoid. You skipped them carefully, politely. Excuses lined up like shields. You picked at food when you couldn’t avoid it, enough to look normal but not enough to satisfy anything. One morning at breakfast was where the cracks began to show.

You sat with your plate, fork tracing slow, meaningless paths through eggs gone cold. Nami yawned across from you, stretching. “You know,” she said casually, “you woke me up last night.”

“I did?” You looked up, your heart shuttered in your chest.

“Yeah. You were sneaking out. Thought someone was stealing something.”

Robin glanced over her cup, eyes curious but kind.

“Sorry. I just… work out better at night. It helps me sleep,” You shrugged, forcing a laugh. It wasn’t a lie, not entirely. It was also a convenient one. Of course, they accepted it. No interrogation at all, just a causal slip.

Beside you, Luffy leaned in, arm already draped around your shoulders like it belonged there. He always clung to you during meals, half-listening to conversations while eating, needing the physical connection in the same way he needed air. In his usual routine way, his hand wandered, squeezing your thigh, then the side of your stomach, completely absentminded. Affectionate and thoughtless.

Your body went tight. Every squeeze felt like a spotlight. Every casual touch reminded you of everything you were trying to erase. You smiled anyway. You always did because Luffy loved you so openly, simply, and that made the shame worse, not better. The thoughts twisted into motivation. If you hated how it felt, then you just had to change it.

Train harder. Eat less. Push more.

So you did and slowly, skipping meals stopped feeling like a choice at all. However, your secret spilled out one afternoon.

The wood beneath your feet bore the marks of lessons learned, and standing there with the others usually filled you with something close to pride. You liked training with the rest of the crew. Not because it was easy but because it reminded you that you belonged. That you were capable because you constantly held your own. You gave yourself that much credit at least.

You tugged at the hem of your loose shirt, fabric clinging where sweat had gathered, then falling away again. Nami stood nearby with her staff, hair tied back, confidence that radiated off of her effortlessly. Robin leaned against the railing with her calm smile, sleeves rolled, eyes observant. The boys were shirtless as usual, sun painting their skin gold. You tried not to look at the difference between them and you, tried not to think about how time had sharpened everyone else while you felt unchanged, again.

The whole afternoon though, your body felt like it was betraying you.

You went through the motions with Zoro first, blades flashing as you dodged and countered, muscles responding a half second slower than they should have. Each movement pulled something sharp from deep inside you, like you were scraping the bottom of a well that had already run dry. Sweat bloomed almost immediately, dampening your clothes, sticking them to your skin in a way that made you acutely aware of yourself. You told yourself it was nothing. Everyone had off days, right?

Nami stepped in next, precise and efficient. You blocked, stumbled, and eventually, recovered. Chopper watched closely, concern flickered behind his usual excitement, but he said nothing. Zoro scoffed when you missed an opening you usually wouldn’t.

“Your footwork’s sloppy,” he said, not unkindly. Just honest.

You laughed it off, your breath already coming too fast. “Guess I didn’t warm up enough.”

They accepted it easily like they always did. No one questioned you. No one pressed. To them, it was just an off day, the kind that came and went like unpredictable weather. Luffy, however, didn’t laugh. He stood off to the side at first, arms folded behind his head, as his eyes followed you in a way that made your skin prickle. His gaze wasn’t casual. It lingered, it tracked you as you moved. Not the way he watched fights with excitement, but the way he watched you when something felt wrong and he didn’t yet know why.

He saw the way your fingers trembled when you would reset your stance, subtle but there. He saw how your shoulders sagged for just a moment before you forced them back. He saw your eyes lose focus between exchanges, your gaze dipping to the deck like you were trying to anchor yourself to something solid. Luffy noticed things about you before anyone else ever did. By the time you turned to him, your chest burned, lungs working overtime to pull in air that didn’t feel like enough. You wiped sweat from your brow, hand shaking slightly as you curled your fingers into a fist.

“Your turn,” you said, pointing at him. Your voice sounded steady enough, even to your own ears. “Let’s spar.”

He tilted his head, studying you openly now. “You sure?” he asked. He wasn’t teasing nor was he excited. His large eyes watched you as if he was just trying to be careful.

Something twisted in your chest at that. You straightened instinctively, pride flaring hot and defensive. “Yeah,” you said, sharper than you meant to. “Don’t hold back.”

His eyes searched your face again, as if looking for permission you hadn’t given him yet. There was the faintest hesitation in him, a pause so small most people would’ve missed it. Then he nodded.

“Okay.”

You squared off, feet planting against the wood on the deck. The familiar rhythm carried you for a while, muscle memory stepping in where strength faltered. You circled each other, feet scuffing the deck, the others watching with half-lidded attention. You blocked his first move, then his second, the rhythm familiar as a shared joke. Sweat slid down your spine. Your lungs worked harder than they should have.You darted forward, landed a jab against his shoulder, another grazing his side. A flicker of triumph sparked through you, fragile and fleeting.

“Nice!” Luffy laughed, bright and proud. He countered, gentle but fast, movements fluid and unpredictable. You dodged and stumbled, but you were able to stay on your feet. He caught your wrist, momentum shifting, and flipped you cleanly over his hip. With a swift movement you landed against the deck on your back, but softly. Luffy always made sure you never fell too hard.

You laid there for half a second longer than usual, staring up at the sky as it swam slightly out of focus. The blue seemed too bright and the clouds seemed to have faded away. It was as if the world was spinning, as if you were drunk. Your heart began to pound against your ribs so loudly that you heard it in your ears. You needed water, fast

You pushed yourself up. That was when your body finally gave up the lie. Your legs wavered beneath you, knees trembling like they no longer remembered how to hold your weight. A wave of heat crashed through you, in a sudden and overwhelming wave. A hollowed dizziness consumed you and made the world tilt sideways. Sweat poured down your temples, your vision narrowing at the edges as if someone were slowly closing curtains around your sight.

“Hey, You okay?” Luffy said immediately, his body stepping closer to you. He hated the way your skin went pale, your body lugging slowly. Something was clearly wrong.

“I’m-” Your words tangled on your tongue, thick and slow, unfamiliar. You swallowed, trying again. “I’m fine.”

The deck lurched and your balance slipped away from you like something you’d dropped. You tried to steady yourself, muscles screaming in protest, but there was nothing left to give. Your knees buckled but your body didn’t hit the ground. Luffy was there in an instant, faster than a single thought, arms wrapping around you and pulling you against him. Your body collapsed into his chest, face pressing into the familiar warmth and solidity of him. The world dimmed, your limbs going heavy and unresponsive, strength draining out of you all at once.

“H-hey! Hey, Y/N!” His voice cracked with sudden fear that was sharp and unguarded. You sagged against him, the deck gone from beneath your feet. His hands felt like they were everywhere and nowhere all at once, steadying you, cradling you as if you were something precious and breakable. You felt him lower himself on the ground with you, careful even in that moment, one arm braced securely at your back, the other cradling your head. His chest rose and fell rapidly beneath your cheek, his heartbeat loud and frantic in your ear. Faces began to swim into focus: Nami’s glancing at you with heavy concern, Chopper already looking over you quickly. Luffy held you closer as he shifted his body, one arm firm around your back, the other pressed to your waist. His palm rested there without thought, fingers curved into the softness he loved so openly. Even now, even frightened, his touch was instinctive, anchoring.

“You gotta keep your eyes open…come on, Y/N. Stay awake!” Luffy called out, urgency filling his tone. One of his hands began to cup your face, trying to help you focus on something. Your throat tightened as embarrassment flared within your chest that practically ate you alive. This was what you had feared. Being seen as weak. You wanted to answer. You wanted to tell him you were sorry, that you hadn’t meant for this to happen, that you just wanted to be better. Stronger. Smaller.

But your body refused. Chopper’s voice sounded distant, calling your name. Zoro swore softly as he glanced down at you. All of it felt far away, muffled by the way Luffy held you like he was afraid you might slip through his fingers. His forehead pressed against your hair, his grip tightening as if sheer will could keep you awake. He smelled like rubber and sweat, and in that moment, you felt the weight of how much he loved you settle heavily around your heart.

The last thing you were aware of was the way he never let go.

Not for a second. Not even as your vision went dark and your body went completely limp in his arms.

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The medical wing door slid shut with a soft finality that felt louder than it should have. As you laid inside, your body trying to catch up on rest and recovery, your breathing was shallow and even under Chopper’s careful watch. You were unaware of the way the world outside had shifted its weight around your collapse. The ship creaked gently, the Thousand Sunny rocking as if she, too, was unsettled.

Luffy stood just beyond the door, his own legs refusing to sit still. He paced, back and forth, his sandals against polished wood. He would turn and stop. Then he would turn again. His hands curled and uncurled at his sides, stretching his fingers like he might snap them if he didn’t keep them busy. His hat was pushed low on his head, shadowing his eyes, but nothing could hide the storm working its way through him because he didn’t get it. This never happened with you, you were always careful during training and never pushed yourself to a point like this. He replayed it over and over in his mind, trying to see where he could have gone wrong. He remembered your stance, the way you’d insisted. How you’d smiled like you always did when you told him not to hold back. He hadn’t gone hard, he knew that. He always caught you, always made sure you landed right, always watched for the smallest hitch in your breathing to know when to ease up. But the trembling of your fingers lingered in his mind.

So why? Why did he still take you on when he saw your fingers tremble? Why didn’t you say anything? Why were you pushing yourself so hard?

He stopped pacing abruptly, staring at the closed door like it might answer him if he looked long enough.

“I didn’t push her too hard,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His voice wasn’t loud. It was tight. Confused.

“She was fine earlier. Well… fine-ish. Her fighting was slower.” Usopp said quietly from where he leaned against the railing, arms crossed.

Zoro sat on a nearby crate, arms folded, eyes closed, but his jaw was set. He hadn’t said much since Luffy carried you past them, limp and too light in his arms. Zoro had noticed things too. The missed steps, the way your strength had come in flashes instead of a steady burn that it usually did. As if your muscles had already been aching. Still, even he hadn’t expected you to fall. Sanji exhaled slowly and flicked his lighter open. The small flame flared to life, reflecting briefly in his eyes before he shielded it with his palm. He took his time lighting the cigarette. He took a long, lengthy drag before the silence stretched thin.

“I don’t think it was the training,” Sanji said at last.

Luffy turned so fast it was almost a snap. “Then what else could it be?”

Sanji drew in a breath, smoke curling around his words as he spoke. “I think she hasn’t been eating, at least cutting down significantly.”

The world seemed to still. Even the ship felt quieter.

Luffy blinked once. Then again. “What?” He didn’t think he heard that correctly.

“I’ve noticed it,” Sanji continued, voice low, careful. “At first I thought she just wasn’t hungry. Everyone has off days. But it kept happening. Plates barely touched. Meals skipped entirely.” His cigarette trembled, just slightly, as he tapped ash over the railing. “Some days I think she ate once, If that. She’s probably weak right now from not eating properly to compensate for how much she’s been training..”

“That’s true…She has been training a lot more recently,” Nami said matter of factly, her words almost trailing off. She gave Robin a glance. It wasn’t dramatic, but it was the kind of look shared between people who understood something ugly and quiet. Luffy’s mouth opened, then closed. His brows knit together, confusion etched deep into his expression.

“Why?” he asked. It was a simple request, one that wasn’t filled with anger. He was just genuinely lost. No one answered him right away. He looked at Nami, waiting, knowing she could answer better than anyone. Luffy was always patient in the strangest moments. There was a burning sensation in Nami’s chest, one in which only flared when she knew she had to explain something complicated to her captain. She cleared her throat as she glanced around everyone in the room, mentally preparing herself to disclose as little as she felt like she could.

“She’s struggled with how she sees herself before,” Nami said gently. “Her strength. Her body. Whether she deserves to really be here.” Her voice softened further. “She doesn’t always say it out loud.”

“But she is good enough! She’s strong,” he said immediately. “She always keeps up. She never quits.” Luffy frowned deeper.

“I know,” Nami replied. “But that doesn’t mean she always believes she is.”

Luffy stared at them, trying to fit their words into his world. Into his rules. Into something that made sense.

“So…” He hesitated, then asked again, slower this time. “Why not eat?” The disbelief crept in now, threading through his voice like a crack in glass. “Food is like the best thing ever…It makes you happy..”

No one was able to answer Luffy and the room felt stiff with a tight silence that made him fidget. Luffy swallowed hard because the thought of you hurting sat wrong in his chest. It was heavy and uncomfortable knowing that there was something you didn’t share with him when you two shared everything. Nami watched him closely, her expression softening. With a sigh, Nami simply walked up to Luffy and placed one hand on his shoulder

“This might be something you need to hear from her, not us.”

He nodded slowly, even though understanding still hovered just out of reach. His throat felt tight in a way he didn’t have words for. He glanced back at the closed medical door. The pacing he had picked up stopped. He stood still then, hands fisting into the hem of his vest as something unfamiliar twisted through him: Helplessness. He didn’t know how to fight this. He couldn’t punch it. Couldn’t stretch around it. Couldn’t laugh it off.

All he knew was that you were in there, fragile in a way he hadn’t seen before, and somehow he’d missed it entirely. All he knew was that Nami was right, he needed to talk to you, to try to help in any way that he could because loving someone meant learning how to stand still with things you didn’t understand yet.

Luffy simply adjusted his hat as he opened up the hospital wing door. He drew in a slow breath and placed his body in the chair next to your bed, waiting for you to wake up.

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The room fluttered into your view in bright and colorful specs. Your brows pinched inwards towards each other, your eyes squinting as you tried to focus your vision. Suddenly, that was when you noticed a familiar figure come to focus: Luffy. His body was slightly leaned over, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. As he noticed your body slightly shift, Luffy’s shoulders dropped instantly, relief rushing through him so fast it almost made his knees weak. He leaned over from the chair and hugged you before you could say a word, arms wrapping around you with the same instinctive certainty he used to grab onto life itself.

“You’re awake!” he cheered into your hair, voice rougher than usual. For a moment, that was all there was. His heartbeat under your cheek. The warmth of him. The way his grip tightened like he was afraid you might slip through his fingers again.

Then, without asking, Luffy kicked off his sandals and climbed into the small bed. You had squeezed out a small groan as the sheets rustled. He shifted his body beside you, his long limbs careful in a way that was rare for him. He pulled you against his chest, one arm looping securely around your back while the other settled at your waist, his hand resting there where it always belonged. His touch was warm and secure, his thumb moving slowly along your side, steady and unhurried. In his usual, normal pace. You let your head fall against his chest, as if your neck wasn’t strong enough. You hoped, quietly, desperately, that he wouldn’t ask.

For a while, he didn’t. He just held you. His breathing evened out, chest rising and falling beneath your cheek. His hand traced the familiar paths along your waist and hips as the silence stretched between you.

Then, very simply, Luffy asked the question you wanted to avoid:

“Have you been eating?” There was no accusation in his voice but your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach. The cold crept down your spine, practically making your skin crawl. It was just a question, asked as plainly as he asked where the next adventure was or what was for dinner. But for you the room went still. You didn’t look up at him. Your fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, pulling it down without thinking, like you could hide yourself if you tried hard enough. But as you pulled down, Luffy’s hands held your waist firmly, unmoving in a way that ached in that moment. The silence between you was enough to unravel you. The first tear fell onto his chest, warm against his skin. Luffy’s body stiffened under you, you felt him freeze. Then another tear followed and before you knew it your shoulders began to shake. It was quiet at first, like you were trying to keep it contained, trying to be small even as your body betrayed you.

“Y/N-”

“I just wanted to look better,” you whispered. “I hate how I look sometimes. I hate how no matter what I do, I never get smaller. I hate my curves. I hate that I feel heavy all the time. I hate that I don’t ever feel pretty enough,” The words spilled out faster after that, tangled and raw. It was as if the cup you tried to keep empty decided to overflow as you spoke. Luffy frowned as he shifted himself to see you more clearly, adjusting your bodies to sit up and face each other. His eyes jumped around, scanning your tear soaked face. He watched as you began to crumble, instinctively leaning forward. His hands immediately cupped your face, his thumbs wiping away your tears.

At this point, the heat on your face overwhelmed you and you instinctively wanted to hide all over again. Your hands grabbed his wrist as you stared at him, your eyes wanting to avert his gaze but you couldn’t.

“I’m trying so hard, Luffy” you sobbed, your voice finally cracking open. “It’s just…e-every time I look at myself, I feel like I’m failing. I train and train and nothing changes. I just wanted to be better. I didn’t want to be… this. I just-”

“But I never wanted you to change! I would never ask you to do something that stupid,” Luffy interrupted, his words incredibly firm and straightforward to the point you swallowed your own words down your throat. You looked at him with wide eyes, your tears still stinging them. For the first time in your entire relationship, you saw the smallest glimmer of tears tugging at his eyes. With a gentle squeeze, Luffy swallowed hard as if he was trying hard to not overwhelm himself.

“I like you how you are. I love how you are. You’re strong and I chose you and nothing matters to me more than you being safe. What matters is you.” His voice wavered then, just slightly. “I don’t know what I’d do if something bad happened to you. What do I need to do right now?”

“Luffy that’s not-”

“No, I’m serious because there has to be somethin’ I could do. Because I can’t think of one good reason why you would even do somethin’ this stupid, Y/n.” Luffy’s words had struck a cord in you and you immediately shouted out of impulse. Without thinking, your hands pulled his wrist down from your face, to which he flicked his head down briefly before he looked at you again in shock.

“And that’s the problem: You don’t ever have to think about it at all! You never have to think twice about how you look next to Zoro or Sanji. I am so physically different from the other girls and it hurts me. They have perfect bodies that can wear the cutest clothes and ....god I-” A deep and exasperated sigh fled from you and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“I don’t even know why I’m explaining this to you when you so clearly don’t understand. You don’t have any right to judge me on something you cannot comprehend!” You snapped, your voice rising more than you intended to. Your breathing was heavy, filled with a pain you couldn’t begin to explain. The two of you looked at each for a brief moment. He saw your walls had been placed up, something that he had taken down before but this time it felt so hard to understand. Luffy always knew what to do with you and it felt easy, but this moment was more challenging than he thought.

You were right, he didn’t understand and he never thought of his weight or body as an obstacle in the same way you did. However, he remembered how weak he felt when Kuma had separated you from him back at Sabaody. He remembered the despair of not being good enough to save you or the others and that feeling only amplified when he lost Ace at Marine Ford. But he knew what did help him during that dark time when he felt weak and alone: Jinbei’s words of encouragement. Luffy took a deep breath and released a long sigh. He wasn’t sure how to always communicate how he felt towards you, he figured you always understood that.

Watching the way you pushed yourself to the point of breaking yourself apart though, Luffy knew that this was more than just not feeling loved. It was an internal conflict, a fight you had to fight but he knew you needed someone the same way Jinbei was there for him.

Luffy’s hand grabbed his straw hat from his head and placed it on your head firmly, his hand eventually trailing back to your face.

“I’m sorry, I know I don’t get it,” Luffy started and your face leaned against his touch. You melted into him the same way he always melted into you, but this time he saw the exhaustion and the bitter pain that ate at you. His thumb rubbed your cheek once more, this time with a reverence that he didn’t even know he was capable of.

“But I also know that I love you, Y/N,” Your eyes fluttered to him as he spoke to you, your body exhausted from the tears you had shed.

“I love you because you’re strong, you can fight. I love how you take extra snacks just for me when we leave the Sunny. I love your way of calling out Usopp when he’s being dumb. I love your smile, your laugh, and I absolutely love your body. I love every part of you. You don’t have to look like anyone. You don’t have to be smaller. You don’t have to be anything different than just yourself. I’ve never been ashamed of you. Not once. I chose you. I chose you to be with me. I chose you to be on my crew.”

Luffy’s brows furrowed as he spoke, pain flickering there. Suddenly, his hand left your face and he simply grabbed your hands. He lifted your hands slightly, pressing them against his chest so you could feel his heart. The beat was strong, but you felt it. His heart was racing and in that moment, you realized that Luffy was actually worried. A mixture of fear, of frustration, but most of all devotion lingered as he looked at you. Not once did you ever see him get like this before, it was as if there was a completely different man in front of you. Your sobs broke free again, louder now, your face burning as you nodded again and again, overwhelmed by the weight of his words.

“I’ll eat with you,” Luffy continued, softer now. “Every meal, like always. If I need to tell you how great and pretty you are every time, I will. I don’t care. But you can’t keep hurting yourself like this. As your captain, I'm tellin’ you to cut it out,” His free hand came up to your face again, clumsy but tender as he wiped the tsunami of tears away. He leaned over and kissed you, slow and gentle, his lips lingering like a promise rather than a demand. When he pulled back, he pulled you closer to him, holding you like there was nowhere else either of you needed to be.

“Besides,” Luffy added as his hands slid down to the sides of hips, his hands firmly gripping you there. A small gasp slipped from your lips as he flashed his usual gummy smile, his fingers gripping you and pulling you closer to him.

“I need you to stay like this because where else am I going to take my naps?”

You laughed properly this time, weak but real, as you gave a playful slap. He kissed you again, softer, then pressed another kiss at the corner of your mouth, lingering there for a moment to take you all in.

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Can I request a Strawhats/Heart Pirates x reader where a snowstorm comes and cuts tne power one is currently heading my way and Im nervous

Hi! Sorry for the delay, I was working with a crappy wifi signal during the storm. I hope you're safe and well! I am working on other request atm but once I saw this, I HAD to do this. This is only with the SHs but I hope you like it nontheless. We are in this together, Anon!

Bitter: Reader x Straw Hats.

Nami warms everyone of a bitter snow storm that is approaching the Sunny. However, what she couldn't predict was how your anxiety would affect you during it.

Rating: Normal, no pairings. Platonic.

Warning: Description of panic attack

Word count: 3.3K

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“Make sure you guys are ready. If anything happens, just come to the kitchen.” 

Nami’s voice still echoed in your head as your eyes gazed outside.

The world had begun to soften with a blink of an eye. Snow fell like a held breath finally released. The snow fell in slow, drifting flakes caught in the wind and spiraled lazily through the air, clinging to the rails and rigging like shy ghosts. The sea below darkened into a restless slate, its surface rippling as if it sensed what was coming long before you did. You wrapped your blanket tightly around your shoulders, the fabric smelling faintly of dust, a poor stand in for comfort. 

A snowstorm. Not just snow, but the kind that swallowed ships whole and spat out nothing but stories no one believed. Nami had said it was the worst one she had ever charted. Earlier, she had made it perfectly clear that the crew needed to prepare just in case. To gather blankets, wear layers and make sure extra candles were ready if the power went out. 

You hated storms at sea. They made the world feel too big and too angry, like something ancient had woken up and decided to remind you how small you were. Rainstorms rattled your bones and thunder constantly made your chest lock tight. And snowstorms, you had learned, were worse. They were quieter with a bitter cold that made the anxiety in your chest tighten. You hated being cold and the concept of freezing on sea poked your brain as you watched the snow pile. Your anxiety clawed higher with every passing minute, sharp and unreasonable. 

The Sunny was built for this. Franky had said so, so many times before when you got anxious during other storms. With his usual grin and flexed arms he explained about how the Sunny had reinforced hulls, climate controls and multiple systems that all hummed together like a promise to protect all those on board. Even though he threw terms at you didn’t always understand, you trusted the ship. You trusted Franky.

So why did your hands shake?

You drew in a slow breath, cold air burning your lungs, and pulled the blanket closer until your shoulders disappeared beneath it. You watched the snowfall thicken, the sky dimming as if someone had lowered a veil over the sun. The horizon blurred, then vanished altogether. Suddenly, the snow whipped sideways, no longer drifting but charging, slamming into the windows with sudden force. The wind howled with a deep animal like sound that rattled the crow’s nest and sent vibrations through the mast. The Sunny groaned beneath it, wood and metal protesting as one. Visibility collapsed in seconds, the world outside reduced to swirling white chaos.

Your eyes widened, a whimper escaping your lips. Before you could move, before you could even form a thought around the fear blooming in your chest, the ship shuddered. A low, heavy vroom rolled through the deck beneath your feet. It wasn’t an explosion and the Sunny didn’t crash into anything. Instead, it was something worse.

Silence. The steady hum of the Sunny’s systems vanished, snuffed out like a breath blown from a candle. The lights in the crow’s nest flickered once, twice, then died completely.

“No,” you whispered, the word thin and useless in the dark. Your breath began to quicken as you scrambled down the ladder, fingers numb as they slipped on cold rungs dusted with snow. Wind clawed at you, tearing at your blanket, forcing its way into your clothes like a living thing. Snow stung your face, melting against your skin only to refreeze in your lashes and hair. By the time your boots hit the deck, your teeth were already chattering. With a harsh flick, your body slammed to the floor as the Sunny was tossed by a gigantic wave. All you were able to do was let out a loud scream as you gripped the side of a wooden beam, trying to help yourself stand steady again. The cold ate at your skin as you wobbled your way inside the opposite quarters. Your body shook as you began to speed walk to the kitchen. 

The halls inside the Sunny were dark, the warmth gone, the familiar corridors transformed into something hollow and unfamiliar. Your footsteps echoed too loudly. Every creak of the ship sounded like a warning. You moved by memory, hands brushing walls, breath puffing white in front of you as the cold followed you inside. You pushed through the final door into the kitchen quarters and slammed it shut behind you, the sound ringing sharp and final.

Your body shook, uncontrollably now. Cold clung to you like a second skin, the sea water aggravating it more. Snow slid from your shoulders and hair, melting into dark patches on the floor. Your fingers burned, then ached, then went numb. Small flames flickered atop the counters and table, their glow warm and golden, pushing back the darkness inch by inch. Shadows danced along the walls, stretching and shrinking with every movement. The crew was already there. 

For half a heartbeat, you expected silence when you entered the kitchen. Instead, you walked into noise that was alive and well. Shadows leapt and swayed along the walls, but laughter cut through them, loud and careless, as if the world outside wasn’t trying to bury the ship in ice.

“Hey, slow down!” Nami snapped, swatting Luffy’s hand away from the food stash. “If you eat all of that now, we’re going to run out.”

“But it’s cold,” Luffy protested around a mouthful of something he definitely wasn’t supposed to have yet. “The cold makes me hungry!”

“You were hungry before it was cold!”

“This is it. This is how I go. Frozen solid, a brave warrior taken by the cruel New World snowstorm. Nami, Chopper, you have to protect us. Specifically me.” Usopp was already halfway through a performance, arms flailing dramatically as he paced near the table. 

“Stop saying that!” Chopper squeaked, clutching his hat. Nami turned and smacked Usopp upside the head without missing a beat. Luffy burst into laughter, nearly falling backward onto a bench as Usopp groaned and collapsed dramatically onto the table anyway. Near the counter, Sanji was busy with a kettle, steam curling up into the candlelight as he worked. Zoro leaned nearby, arms crossed, watching with thinly veiled judgment.

“Tch. Tea?” Zoro muttered. “In weather like this, you should’ve warmed up the sake. Something that actually warms you up.”

Sanji shot him a look sharp enough to draw blood. 

“Spoken like a true alcoholic. I’m not letting half the crew pass out drunk during a storm, moss head.” Their bickering hummed like background music, familiar and grounding in a way you hadn’t realized you needed until now. You stood there, snow melting into your clothes, body still trembling, heart racing too fast for how safe the room looked. For a moment, it felt wrong that they weren’t afraid. Like you had walked into the wrong story.

“Goodness Y/N, what happened?” Robin noticed you first and immediately went to help you warm up. Her hands handed you a spare sweater, one that clearly belonged to her. She approached you quietly, her presence gentle as snowfall before it turned cruel. Quickly, you grabbed the sweater with the softest words of gratitude fleeing your lips. 

“I got caught… by the waves” you shuddered out, your teeth clattering. Robin gave a smile frown but placed her hand on your shoulder. Her touch was delicate, trying to provide comfort in a small moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry you must be freezing…the power cut out when the storm intensified,” she said softly as you slipped yourself inside the sweater. The sweater brought some warm, but your skin felt the grasp of the cold.

 “Franky believes it’s temporary.”

Your stomach twisted, unease rolling through you like the ship beneath the waves. Power outages always carried something heavier than darkness with them. The thought of the Sunny going still, quiet, helpless in the middle of the New World made your throat tighten. Franky popped up from where he had been crouched near an open panel, tools gleaming faintly in candlelight. 

“No worries, superstar,” Franky began to say with an easy grin on his face, his hands shutting the panel close. 

“The Sunny’s got emergency backup generators. If the main system stays down too long, they’ll kick in automatically. I built her for stuff exactly like this. We just have to wait a little while,” Franky finished as he washed his hands in the kitchen sink, earning a lecture from Sanji about oil in the sink. 

The faint shivers didn’t cease, your body not being to regulate the anxiety circling your system. You nodded, although the fear didn’t fully retreat. Without thinking, you moved toward the table, legs stiff, and slid onto the bench beside Jinbei. The helmsman turned to you immediately, his massive presence somehow calm instead of overwhelming. The storm raged outside, but he sat as steady as a stone in deep water.

“Try to relax,” Jinbei said kindly. “This ship has weathered worse. There is nothing to worry about.”

Something in his voice was so sure, so gentle, that it cracked the last fragile wall you had built inside yourself. Your chest tightened and tears burned behind your eyes, sudden and unwelcome. Your hands clenched on the borrowed sweater as your cheeks burned. You began to crumble, a teary mess fumbling out.

Jinbei froze.

“Did I say something wrong?!” he said, panic creeping into his tone. You shook your head quickly, breath hitching as you pressed a hand to your mouth. Your hands tried to wipe the tears as they came, but there was no use. The movement drew attention almost immediately. Conversations faltered and laughter softened. One by one, eyes turned toward you, candlelight reflecting against their face. Concern filled the room instead of amusement.

“It’s just…This is a-a little overwhelming for me right now…gosh i-i’m sorry,” Your voice wavered as you swallowed hard. Your gaze drifted, unfocused, landing on the window along the wall. The candlelight fractured through the glass, bending and warping the shapes inside. The snow outside moved faster, unmoved, suspended in their own violent world. The contrast hit you all at once.

It shocked you how calm everyone else was in the room where you felt trapped. Your chest tightened as Jinbei kept speaking, his tone hopeful, reassuring, every word soft and certain. But the words faded from your ears. His voice sounded muffled. Each syllable stacked on the next until they blurred together, until your mind latched onto them and twisted them into something that spiraled.

What if he was wrong? What if the storm didn’t pass? What if the generators failed? What if the Sunny stopped moving entirely, frozen and powerless in an endless white sea? What if someone were to attack us right now?

Your breathing hitched as your tears began to flow, this time uncontrollably. The air refused to settle in your lungs. You tried to draw it in deeper, but it caught halfway, shallow and panicked. Heat rushed to your face while your hands went cold. Your heart began to race, thudding so loudly you were sure the others could hear it. You squeezed your eyes shut, one hand flying to your chest as if you could physically hold your heart still. Your fingers dug into your sweater, nails biting through the fabric as you tried to ground yourself.

In. Out. Slow down.

It didn’t work.

“Wait, ”  Jinbei noticed immediately, concern threading through his voice. “ Y/N, Are you-”

It was as if the room began to move, everyone’s voices heightening. Luffy was already moving before anyone else. He crossed the room in a heartbeat, chair scraping loudly as he jumped to your side.

“Hey,” he said lowly, crouching in front of you, eyes wide and focused entirely on you. Chopper was there too, almost at the same time, scrambling up onto the bench beside you. His little hooves hovered, unsure where to touch, his eyes sharp despite his worry. Luffy watched how your body shook, how you were breathing shallowly as if you couldn’t catch it fast enough. 

“Hey, hey! What’s wrong?” Luffy amped, realizing you couldn’t control yourself. The panic in you eyes made Luffy look at Chopper, his concern spilling through.

“It’s a panic attack,” Chopper told Luffy quickly, voice firm in the way it only got during emergencies. Sanji swore under his breath and rushed for the counter. 

“Water, they need water,” he muttered, already grabbing a glass. The cook practically pushed through Franky as he filled the glass. Nami followed him, snatching the glass from his hands and pressing it into yours when she rushed to you, careful not to overwhelm you. 

“Here,” she said softly. Your hands trembled too badly to keep the glass steady. The world felt too loud, too bright, even with the candles in a dim room. Every sound layered on top of the next. The wind outside. The creak of the ship. Your own breath, broken and uneven.

“Okay,” Chopper leaned closer, his big eyes scanning your face to try to figure out how to help you focus. 

“Look at me. Try to breathe with me, alright? In through your nose, out through your mouth. Slow. Like this.” Chopper demonstrated, exaggerated in almost a comedic way but he was still so careful. You tried to follow. Your breath stuttered, caught, then finally dragged in. It burned as you exhaled shakily, chest shuddering.

“That’s good,” Chopper encouraged. “Again.”

Franky stepped forward, hands raised like he wanted to fix something, anything. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay! The Sunny’s-”

Robin touched his arm, stopping him. She shook her head slightly, her expression calm and knowing. “There’s a lot going on right now,” she murmured. “Let them focus.”

Franky fell silent immediately, jaw tight, but he stayed close. Your fingers curled tighter into your sweater, knuckles aching as another wave hit. Your vision tunneled. The room felt far away, like you were sinking beneath it. Luffy watched helplessly as he watched you struggle. His eyes kept bouncing from you to Chopper, trying to figure out if there was anything else to be done. That’s when he noticed your grip. How your fingers clutched and released weakly, trying to regulate yourself. 

“Y/N, grab my hand instead.” Luffy suddenly said, flinging his hand out at the front of you, nearly right on your lap. You hesitated, breath hitching again, your breathing wheezing as you stared. 

“It’s okay!" he said, his voice as unwavering as ever. “You can squeeze as hard as you need.”

Your hand moved before you could overthink it. Your fingers latched onto the palm of his hand, grip tightening like it was the only solid thing left in the world. Luffy didn’t flinch, instead his hand was oddly squishy almost as if it was a stressball. He stayed right there, solid and warm, letting you anchor yourself to him. His hand closed around yours, remaining as close as he could.

“That’s it. You’re doing great. Keep breathing,” Chopper said. The rest of the crew watched, since it was the only thing they were able to do. Zoro stood nearby, arms crossed but eyes sharp, watching like a silent guard. Usopp hovered behind Nami, unusually quiet, his face pale as he watched your breathing escape you every time. Brook lowered himself onto a chair, humming something soft under his breath, a low, steady sound that blended with the storm instead of fighting it. The crew closed in around you, not trying to crowd you but simply just to be present. A circle of warmth and quiet to support you when you were scared. 

Slowly, painfully, the world began to settle. Your breathing evened out, one shaky inhale at a time. The pressure in your chest loosened. The ringing in your ears faded. Tears still slipped free, exhausted rather than frantic. Your grip on Luffy’s hand loosened as your shoulders sagged. Chopper exhaled in relief, a smile forming on his round face. 

“There,” he said softly. “You’re coming down.”

Embarrassment crept in as the fog lifted, hot and sudden. You wiped at your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater, unable to meet anyone’s eyes. It felt so overwhelming, the fact that they all witness such vulnerability. 

“I’m so sorry,” you murmured. “I didn’t mean to-”

“There is nothing to apologize for,” Jinbei shook his head immediately, voice gentle but firm in a way that grounded you. Through it all, Usopp was unusually quiet. However, he thought it was the perfect time to chime in as he heard you speak. He knew you were okay and felt it was appropriate to put his two sense in. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes darting between you and the floor. 

“Y’know,” he began, voice softer than usual, “storms freak me out too. Big ones. Small ones. I once hid in a barrel for three days because it rained funny.” No one laughed at first. However, Luffy snorted eventually, remembering that day as if it happened yesterday, and Usopp relaxed a fraction.

“But,” Usopp continued, stepping a little closer, “when they do freak me out, it helps when we do something together. Makes it harder for my brain to yell at me.” Brook nodded thoughtfully, hands folded atop his cane. 

“Indeed,” he said, voice warm and melodic. He tilted his skull toward you, candlelight reflecting in his empty eye sockets in a way that felt oddly kind. “Perhaps,” he continued, “this is the perfect evening for a change of scenery.”

Everyone looked at him, eyebrows raised and heads crooked. 

“The Aquarium Room,” Brook said cheerfully. “It’s warm and calm. Surrounded by fishes drifting peacefully through water. We could make it a sleepover!”

“That sounds awesome!” he cheered, his eyes practically sparkling at the thought of everyone in one spot. Luffy’s eyes lit up instantly, it was like he was a kid in a candy store. 

“We can bring blankets!” Luffy barreled on, already vibrating with excitement. “And food. And we can watch the fish all night. It’ll be like camping but inside!”

Usopp perked up, his head nodding as Chopper’s ears twitched. It was unanimously agreed on tha that sounded just what the crew needed: some time together, truly present together, for one night. 

Nami looked at Luffy, then at you. Luffy crouched in front of you again, closer now, his grin gentler than before. “Does that sound fun to you?” Nami nodded in agreement, her expression warm and steady. “You don’t have to, obviously,” she added. “But if it helps, we’d all be there.”

The Aquarium Room. You pictured it instantly. The soft blue glow. The way the water filtered the light into slow-moving patterns. A room that always felt removed from the rest of the ship, like a pocket of calm carved out of chaos. Your chest tightened again, but this time it wasn’t fear. It was a sweet, warm feeling of relief. You nodded, small but certain. Luffy beamed like he’d just been handed the greatest treasure on the sea. 

“Yes! Okay, let’s do it!”

The crew sprang into motion, each of them contributing in their own way. Usopp insisted on carrying too many blankets, claiming his ‘godly muscles’ were made for it. Chopper fussed over you quietly, checking your hands for warmth. Sanji returned with mugs and food, scolding the cold itself under his breath. Franky slung supplies over his shoulder with a grin, declaring it a super emergency sleepover setup. Robin walked beside you, her presence calm and grounding. Zoro brought up the rear, silent and watchful as his arms carried an unruly amount of liquor. 

As you entered the Aquarium Room, warmth wrapped around you like a held breath finally released. The glass walls glowed softly, fish drifting through the water in slow, elegant arcs. The storm outside felt distant in that space, muted, like a bad dream you were waking from. Blankets were spread out with the help of Robin’s Devil Fruit power. The lights may have been off but the hues from the tank illuminated the space, with the help of spare candles of course. The world narrowed to candlelight and gentle movement. Brook began to sing, a low, soothing tune that blended with the quiet slosh of water. Usopp pointed out fish shapes, inventing ridiculous names for each one until you found yourself smiling despite the lingering ache behind your eyes. Luffy flopped down beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed. He just stayed, reminding you that your captain would always keep you safe.

As you settled among them, wrapped in warmth and laughter and the quiet certainty of being cared for, you realized something important: The bitter storm hadn’t stopped but it no longer had you. 

Surrounded by the Straw Hats, you felt safe enough to rest.

[jessssss-08]

Hiii, I really like your work with luffy! I was wondering if I could put in a request where reader realizes she’s falling in love with Luffy and she isn’t sure what his feelings are towards her and doesn’t want to be rejected, so she tries hard to not admit that she’s in love and try to stop liking him but he keeps doing things that make her love him even more. Maybe he confesses to her in his own way towards the end or she does.

Hi, thanks for the request! This one was an awesome one and honestly, a challenge to write!

I love this idea though but l added some layers to it for the sake of plot lol

Want to make a request: submit here!

Falling: Luffy x F! Reader

After realizing you’ve fallen for Luffy, you decide that it’s better to avoid him for protecting your own feelings. However, it’s kind of hard to ignore him when he gets jealous at a pub.

Rating: fluff with plot.

Warning: Jealous! Luffy. Possible ooc and grammar mistakes (wrote this after my finals for uni so I’ve been TIRED).

Word count: 7k

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“Y/N pleaseeeee, do me this solid!”

You didn’t plan spending time in the watchtower that evening.

You had been halfway through helping Nami reorganize the navigation charts when Usopp had burst into the room, breathless and dramatic, hands waving as if the fate of the seas rested squarely on your shoulders. He had begged, pleaded on his knees about needing a break: about his legs still being sore from “heroic reconnaissance.” Something about how you were the only one he trusted not to fall asleep or miss danger entirely.

After he took a hold of your shoulders, practically shaking your brain out of your head, you agreed.

That was how you found yourself crossing the deck as the day softened into evening. The Thousand Sunny was warm beneath your feet. The ship creaked gently around you, familiar and alive, as if she had lungs of her own. The sails caught the last light like stretched wings, embarking the deck with large shadows. Almost like clockwork, a melody sprouted from Brook’s violin that seemed to have been helping Zoro take a nap. Somewhere behind you, Franky laughed too loudly with Chopper squealing in pure glee. From the galley drifted the promise of dinner, rich and comforting, as Sanji was already hard at work. As you walked toward the tower, Robin gave you a small wave as she had her nose in a book. With a softness to your voice, you returned back the greeting as your body made its way to the watch tower. The crew’s voices wove together into a sound that had long since become home.

The ladder to the watchtower spiraled up the Sunny with a narrowness that seemed daunting from where you stood. You eventually began to climb it at an unhurried pace, fingers brushing against sun-warmed wood. With each rung, the world seemed to quiet the further you went up. The wind grew more insistent, teasing loose strands of your hair. By the time you reached the top, the sky had begun to bleed into gold and amber. You ducked inside and exhaled softly, your body already aching from the anticipated hours of night duty.

Nami had left the tower exactly as she always did. Pillows were stacked carelessly in one corner, stolen from who knew where, their fabric faded by the sun. A folded blanket rested nearby, unmistakably Zoro’s. He never remembered to retrieve it after his naps. You smiled to yourself as you settled in the same spot you and your friends have rested in for awhile now. You leaned back against the pillows, adjusting them until they cradled your spine just right, and pulled the blanket over your legs. The fabric smelled faintly of clean linen and a hint of citrus. Definitely Nami.

It was comfortable, a mini refuge that placed you in the silence of your thoughts. For a moment, you allowed your shoulders to relax, the tension you carried without noticing easing from your bones.

Then, without meaning to, your gaze drifted outward. The horizon stretched endlessly before you. The sun sunk low and slow, its reflection shattering across the water in molten pieces. And there, perched on the lion head of the Thousand Sunny, sat Luffy. With a flickered blink, your eyes wanting to focus on the sea but your heart leading your vision back to your captain, you watched him from a distance. You watched him longer than you should have.

His back faced you, posture relaxed in his own way. His arms were crossed loosely, hat tilted just enough to shade his face. You watched as leaned forward slightly, as if listening to the horizon. His presence alone seemed to anchor the ship itself. The wind tugged at his hair and even from this distance you could hear it. That faint, careless sound of laughter carried across the deck like a secret meant only for the sea. Then it came, like it always did when he would laugh: the quiet, traitorous warmth bloomed in your chest.

Without thinking, your fingers began to pick at the blanket that rested on bare legs. Your thoughts swirled around and the silence you were surrounded in didn’t help your case.

You’ve been part of Luffy’s crew for two years. It shocked you, honestly. You couldn’t help but realize how two years had passed in a blur of battles, discovering islands and nights spent beneath unfamiliar stars. Two years of watching him run headfirst into danger without fear, then turn around to grin at you like the world had never known cruelty at all. You spent so much time with a young man who made you believe that no matter what happened, that as long as you had a dream worth fighting for, nothing was ever impossible. That as long as you were his friend, he loved and cherished you to the point of putting his life on the line for you. Always. He expanded your world, gave you so much hope that life always seemed brighter with him in it. Somewhere along the way, without warning, something inside you had shifted.

You had known for a while and that was the cruelest part of it all. The feeling that rose in your chest didn’t suddenly show up. There had been no lightning strike, no single moment you could point to and say ‘that was when it happened’. It had crept in quietly, like water soaking into wood. It was slow and irreversible. A glance held too long. A hand lingering at your wrist when he pulled you close. The way he always seemed to know where you were, even in the chaos of a fight.

At first, it had been easy to ignore. Easier to laugh it off as comfort, as closeness born of shared proximity and danger. Luffy was like this with everyone. He was naturally clingy and affectionate. Unthinking in the way he touched and laughed or stayed close to the people who he loved. You had begun to notice the way your breath caught when he smiled at you. The way your heart reacted before your mind could intervene. And now, watching him like this, bathed in sunset and unaware of your gaze, you felt the familiar heat creep into your cheeks.

You pulled the blanket a little higher, as if it could hide you from your own thoughts.

You were falling in love with him. Just the thought of that reality made your cheeks burn, terrifying in the certainty of it. Because you were falling: Still in a catastrophe motion that was making it harder to pretend you could stop yourself before you hit the ground. The realization settled heavily, frightening in a way that made your heart drop to your stomach. Loving Luffy felt like standing at the edge of something vast and uncharted simply because he had never spoken of romance. Never lingered on longing. His love for the world was loud and boundless, uncomplicated and fierce, and you had no idea if there was room in it for something like this. He never showed a single ounce of interest in anyone in the same way that lingered in your chest.

Rejection terrified you. Worse still was the possibility that he might never understand what you meant at all.

So, sitting alone in the watchtower, you told yourself this would be the last time. One last indulgence. One last moment to admire him from afar before you forced yourself to let go, to bury what you felt and carry on as you always had. As the sun dipped beneath the sea, you made a quiet promise to yourself. You would try to bury it, to starve the feeling until it faded into something manageable. You would stop watching him when he wasn’t looking. Stop letting your heart soften every time he smiled at you.

This would be the last time you let yourself sit here and admire him like this.

As if he felt the weight of your gaze, Luffy shifted slightly, laughter fading as he looked out over the water. For a moment, he was still. Thoughtful, in his own way. Then he stood, stretching his arms above his head before hopping down to the deck with his usual lack of care.

You looked away quickly, heart betraying you by beating faster.

So much for stopping.

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At first, the changes were small. Invisible, almost. It happened quietly, the same way you might step back from a flame that had begun to feel too warm against your skin. You told yourself it was nothing. A phase. Something that would pass if you ignored it long enough.

You stopped sitting beside him at meals, choosing seats across the table or lingering a moment too long in the galley until the space beside him filled. When he sprawled carelessly across the bench, knees bumping yours like they always had, you shifted away under the excuse of reaching for salt or leaning closer to Nami to hear her whisper something sharp and amused.

The first time was at breakfast on a random day. You took your plate and sat across the table instead of beside him. It shouldn’t have mattered. There was nothing wrong with sitting elsewhere. Still, he paused mid-bite, straw hat tilted as he glanced up, eyes flicking from your empty seat to you. Luffy noticed, even though he didn’t say it out loud right away. He noticed the empty space, how could he not?

“Whatcha doing over there? You always sit here,” he eventually said around a mouthful of food. You shrugged, pretending to be focused on your meal.

“Just felt like moving.”

He accepted that easily enough, nodding as if that explanation fit neatly into his world. He went back to eating, stretching his foot out beneath the table anyway, tapping lightly against your ankle like he always did. You shifted your leg away and the contact broke. Luffy, at first, shrugged it off. You moved around a lot like everyone did. The crew was always like moving pieces in a puzzle. Still, he found himself scooting his plate closer to you anyway, even when it made no sense

After that, he started going out of his way to find you more, just trying to show up when he could. He started it to try to be funny. He would lean against the doorways you walked through regularly, trying to crack a joke or make you smile. Sitting beside you during navigation meetings, his fingers poking your back to try to get your attention. Dropping into the crow’s nest when Usopp dragged you up there, complaining loudly but staying longer than usual. But each time he did it, it made it harder to suppress how you felt. He made it so hard when he was just so full of comfort.

So, you learned to move faster, trying to become as avoidant as you could. You convinced yourself that it was necessary in order to escape the heat that crept on your face. That distance would dull the ache. The proximity only fed the part of you that wanted too much.

When he came to sit beside you, you would stand. When he would want to join you during watch duty, you switched shifts with Nami or Sanji. When he sprawled out on deck with an arm clearly meant for you to lean against, you claimed fatigue and went to your room. Each time, your chest tightened. The feelings spiraling through your heart grew teeth because Luffy didn’t stop being Luffy. He didn’t grow colder or distant or annoyed in the way that would have made this easier. He remained warm and thoughtless and infuriatingly sincere.

Eventually, you stopped joining the crew during your meals and replaced that time for your own training. What truly got to you was when Luffy would bring you your meals, completely untouched. One night, he trotted towards you with his usual wide grin. He was just so happy he had the opportunity to be with you.

“You gotta eat!” he’d exclaim, dropping it into your hands like it was nothing. You took it every time, fingers brushing his, electricity racing up your arm. You thanked him quickly and retreated before he could sit with you, before the smell of him and the easy comfort of his presence could undo you. He would always follow after you, like a puppy that was lost. Each time, however, you claimed you needed some time alone to focus and he would just stand back.

Some mornings, Luffy waited for you. You’d find him on deck when you came up, stretching lazily, eyes lighting up the moment he spotted you.

“There you are, sleepy head!” His laugh would find you before he did, like he hadn’t been looking for you at all. Your heart betrayed you every time, sending painful pulses against your chest.

It progressed to you partnering up with Nami on missions, or Brooke, or anyone who wasn’t him. Anyone whose presence didn’t make your chest ache with everything you weren’t allowed to want. That was the hardest for you since Luffy was your partner for everything. You began volunteering for missions before he could open his mouth to ask you to join him. When Nami asked for a partner to scout ahead or Sanji offered to accompany someone through a crowded port, you were already there. Already agreeing, stepping forward for anything that didn’t involve him. You justified it as practicality: Nami needed backup. Sanji needed someone who could actually say no to his dramatics when flirting his way through a market. When these situations would come up, you made sure to never look at Luffy when you said it. It was a way to prevent yourself from falling back, letting yourself wanting to stay where he stood.

All of this didn’t go unnoticed though. LUFFY watched your back as you walked away beside them, hands shoved into his pockets. Something restless curled beneath his ribs that he couldn’t explain. He had wanted to go with you. He always did. It was easier that way. Better.

Instead, he kicked a pebble across the dock and told himself it didn’t matter. That it was nothing and that he would just see you later at night.

But when night came, you changed your habits more drastically. Seeing you in the evenings became incredibly rare. You went to bed earlier, slipping away before the laughter swelled, before bottles clinked and Luffy’s voice rose above the rest. He was always so bright and unrestrained, in those moments you craved him the most. In order to ease your heart, you would simply go to your room. You used exhaustion as a cover up or a headache as an excuse.

Luffy tried to ask. At least, once or twice.

“Did I do somethin?” he asked one afternoon, scratching the back of his head as you passed him on the stairs. At first, you couldn’t help but stop and look at him. You never saw him so upset. His large brown eyes were one of your favorite traits he had, besides his smile. So when he was looking at you with pleading eyes, you couldn’t help but soften up.

“No,” You affirmed, your voice with a sly charm, as if your avoidance wasn’t intentional. Simply, you would flash a smile too quickly but he smacked his lips. He just didn’t understand.

“Then why are you busy all the time?”

“I’m just…busy. Everything is fine, Luffy.”

He accepted that answer too because Luffy always did. He trusted people easily. Correction: He trusted you easily. That trust was what broke you. Some nights, when the ship was quiet and everyone else was asleep, you stood beneath the shower longer than necessary, water pouring over your face so no one could hear you fall apart. You pressed your hands against the tiled wall and let yourself breathe through the ache, the tears mixing with steam and water. You loved him in a way that was tender, your heart slipped every time he did something. You loved the way he laughed with his whole body. The way he looked at the horizon like it was already his. The way he shared his food only with you, like it was the most natural thing in the world. The way he reached for you without thinking, without realizing that every touch was a promise he didn’t know he was making. And because you loved him, you ran.

You became unavailable in ways so subtle they felt almost cruel. You missed him by minutes. You arrived after he left. You memorized his routine and adjusted yours to slip between the cracks.

Eventually, even Luffy couldn’t keep up anymore. He stood on the deck more often with no idea where you were. He asked Nami once, then shrugged when she brushed him off instead of giving him an answer. He stopped calling out for you during meals, though his eyes still searched automatically before he caught himself. By the time he realized something was truly wrong, you had already built a life of careful absences. You practically became a shadow, a name that was mentioned to him rather than someone he actually saw. You didn’t know which hurt more: the fact that he tried or the fact that you had to keep leaving anyway. Somewhere in that widening space between you, something fragile and inevitable began to strain, pulled tight enough that it could only end one way: by breaking a part. You were gone before he could even ask you anything.

But no matter how hard you tried, the feeling didn’t leave. Days passed like this. Then days became weeks and weeks became months. Your friendship with Luffy seemed to have shimmered nearly away and it certainly felt wrong because the ache turned to longing. You missed him constantly. You missed the weight of his arm draped over your shoulders the most. But wanting him had begun to feel like standing too close to the edge of the ship. So, you stepped back. Every time. You practically starved yourself from his whole existence.

Luffy didn’t understand what was happening, only that something had changed. That you were there, but not with him. That when he reached for you, you were already gone. He found himself watching you more closely, tracking your movements without realizing it.

There was a point in time he thought about just barging into the women’s quarters. In fact, he did try. However, it resulted in him getting a beating from Nami since he walked in on her and Robin changing once. Even though most of the time he seemed indulged in something else, like the excitement of a fight or lunch time, his eyes followed you across the deck, into the galley, down the dock until the crew finally anchored at an island bursting with noise and color.

The crew poured into a random pub one night on an island in the New World, laughter spilling ahead of them. Luffy stuck close at first out of habit. He drifted toward you as naturally as breathing, with a gummy smile painted on his face, until you slipped away again. Your shoulder brushed past him as you joined the line at the bar with Nami, your eyes not even glancing over at him. Not once, not a single flicker. At that moment, as the pub began to fill to capacity, Luffy felt it. His brows furrowed. He stayed where he was, watching you. Waiting. The room was crowded with warm bodies, voices overlapping, music thrumming through the floor, yet he still felt cold.

Maybe it was the way the lamplight caught in your hair, but he started to notice things about you that he never did before. You looked different there. Looser, more relaxed as your arm wrapped around Nami’s. The flickering lights softened the edges of you in a way that made his chest feel strangely hollow. He became more hyper aware of how glossed your lips were, how they curled in an effortless smile when Nami looked at you. Just watching you, he felt his cheeks become warm and his mouth fill with his own saliva, as if he was hungry. From that distance, it occurred to Luffy that you were pretty enough to eat.

Then, a man stepped closer to you as you detached yourself from Nami. You simply wanted a drink and you found an opening at the bar, but you attracted a stranger who was passing through.

At first, Luffy didn’t think much of it since, well, the crew was accustomed to talking to locals on islands they visited. But the man leaned in too close, his voice low, with his smile practiced just for you. You smiled back, polite but it still was a little shy. Your fingers tapped around the edge of the bar as you took a seat. The man said something that made your cheeks warm, your laughter quiet and surprised. The two of you began to talk more, your words booming every so often with amusement. Luffy watched as your head tilted back slightly, as you would let a gut filled laugh escape your lips as your hands casually grabbed a drink. But you stayed near this other man, your body seemingly relaxing near him. Luffy never saw you blush in that way, at least he didn’t notice it until now. It made his stomach twist.

His jaw tightened. He didn’t know why but for the first time in his whole life, Luffy felt bothered. The space between you and the stranger felt wrong in a way he couldn’t name. It was too small, too close, which made him uncomfortable. The same closeness Luffy had been missing for months now, sitting on someone else’s shoulders like it belonged there. His foot tapped against the floor, his irritation building up like a toddler wanting a toy.

The man glanced at you again, slower this time, eyes lingering up and down your body. When the man asked you something and you tilted your head closer to his mouth, listening as words were whispered in your ear, Luffy felt that strange pressure in his chest sharpen. Annoyance rose first that was sharp and hot. Then something heavier, knotted beneath it. Suddenly, you leaned over to Nami, the warmth of the pub pressing in around you as laughter and music tangled in the air.

“I think I’m going to stay and chat for a bit,” you told her quietly, nodding toward the bar. “I’ll meet you later.”

Nami’s eyes stayed on you for a moment considering you rarely did this. You always stayed close to her or Robin but there was always a first for everything. She glanced at the man beside you, then back at your face, catching something unsettled just beneath your composure. Whatever she saw, she didn’t comment on it. She figured you need some time alone, to embrace your pirate lifestyle so she smirked, light and knowing, and nudged your shoulder.

“Alright just be careful and don’t stay for too long” she said, her hand gently tapping your shoulder. You gave a small wave goodbye and turned back toward the bar, where the man was already speaking again. His voice was easy, his attention undivided for you. He complimented the way you laughed, the way you carried yourself. He told you you were beautiful like it was a simple observation. Each word landed gently, harmless, and with each word your cheeks warmed. It was nice, the compliments. After the past few months of feeling completely drained, you were in need of something new and refreshing. As another drink was placed in front of you, a cheer was shared between you and the stranger.

Across the room, Nami returned to Luffy with her practical grace, plates and mugs in hand. She found him standing stiffly near a table, his posture tight in a way that did not match the noise around him. He wasn’t smiling but the strangest thing was he wasn’t eating. His eyes were fixed elsewhere. With the crook of her brow, Nami nudged him, breaking him from his trance and forced him to sit down.

“Eat,” She had set the food down in front of him, her eyes examining him as if he was one of her maps. Luffy had such a sour look on his face but he still grabbed the and devoured it like it had personally offended him. He swallowed without a care, washing it down with his drink in one long pull. When he finished, he slammed the mug down harder than necessary. Nami scrunched her nose at his behavior since he was acting more brash than normal. Following the direction of his glance, Nami noticed that Luffy was staring at you.

“That guy’s still talking to her,” Luffy grumbled, his leg bouncing as he spoke. The feeling that surged in his chest as he watched you down drink after drink, your body leaning towards a random man you barely knew, made his chest feel tight. Usopp and Zoro looked at each other across the table, their eyebrows raising as they watched their captain’s reaction. Sanji had let out a breathless chuckle as his hand lit up another one of his cigarettes. Out of everyone at the table, Nami and Sanji knew exactly where this might go.

“Stop being a baby, Luffy. We talk to guys when we’re out. This isn’t new.”

“But she’s not you or Robin.” He scowled, his words were incredibly clear. The comment slipped out before he could stop it.

“Luffy, are you jealous?” Robin chimed in, her words covered by the giggles that emerged from her throat. Nami looked at Luffy with wide eyes before joining Robin. Amusement filled her, her lips curled into a small smile because now it all made sense to her. She had noticed it too. The way his eyes tracked you like a compass needle. The way you both searched for each other without meaning to, then looked away at the same time.

“Yep…” Luffy scoffed as he admitted, his body sulking into his seat. He wasn’t going to lie or sugar coat it, he truly was jealous. Months of silence and distance between you two but there you were, prioritizing talking to someone else. It didn’t seem fair. Robin thought it was cute but Nami thought otherwise. Nami opened her mouth to snap back at him but suddenly, the atmosphere began to change. The music grew louder, faster, a sudden pulse that rippled through the pub like a wave. Chairs scraped back. The crowd surged toward the center, bodies pressing together as laughter rose, wild and uncontained.

You were startled at first but then laughed, caught in the shift. The sound escaped you freely, bright and genuine. You clapped along with the rhythm, watching strangers spin and sway, the room alive with movement. It was as if your eyes sparkled, the joy blossoming before you was absolutely infectious. The man beside you leaned closer, his hand tapping your knee as he spoke.

“Want to dance?” The stranger asked with his charming smile, making you a little flustered. You hesitated. The thought did linger in your mind. When was the last time you danced in the last few months? You couldn’t remember since you had been hiding yourself away both emotionally and physically. There was a handsome man right in front of you that was completely new, with no pain or complications attached. A silly little pub fling. Before you knew it, you nodded with a smile matching his. He extended his hand to you, to which your hand gently slid into his. It was warm, rough from the callus that engraved themselves on the skin. With a swirl, the stranger led you to the dance floor and started to dance with you. His hands gripped and turned you, not in a way that was forceful, but in a way that was guiding you with dancing steps.

The instant Luffy saw it, the hands sliding along your waist and arms, something inside him broke loose. Sanji watched Luffy’s face get a shade of red that was almost as bright as his shirt.

“Luffy, wait!”

Luffy moved before thought could catch him, his arms shoving him from the table and through the crowd. He began to weave through the crowd with purpose, shoulders squared. You barely had time to register him before he was there, fingers closing around your bicep, firm but not painful, stopping you mid-step. Your body bounced back from his grip, your eyes looking right at him as your hair whipped your face. For some reason, a shiver slipped down your spine as your eyes shifted from Luffy then flickering to the stranger.

It felt like the ground vanished beneath you.

For months, you had trained yourself not to notice him. Not to lean when he leaned into you. Not to reach when his presence tugged at you like a tide. You had starved yourself of touch the way one learned to starve themselves of sugar with slow, careful precision. And now here he was, hand warm and familiar around your skin, as if nothing had changed.

“What are you doing?” Luffy demanded, his eyes directly set on the man. The stranger’s reply barely registered. Your heart had already begun to race, panic and longing colliding so violently it left you dizzy. You stared at Luffy’s hand like it didn’t belong there anymore. Like it was something sacred and stolen all at once. This was the first time in months he had touched you. It wasn't by accident, it was an intentional surge that practically burned your skin. Not a brush of shoulders in a hallway. Not the absent-minded press of his knee against yours at dinner. This was deliberate. Heat flooded your face, sharp and humiliating, spreading down your neck and into your chest. You could feel the eyes on you now. The sudden stillness of the space around you. The awareness that something private was being dragged into the open, stretched thin beneath lantern light and laughter.

“I’m her captain.” The words landed like a slap. Your stomach twisted. Not because he said them but because some small, traitorous part of you felt relief at hearing them. At being noticed by him in a way that was wanted out loud. You hated yourself for wanting it.

“So?” the man said.

“So, if she’s gonna dance, it’s gonna be with me.” Embarrassment burned so hot it nearly swallowed you whole. You wanted to disappear. To pull your arm free and fold inward until you were nothing but shadow and breath again. You had worked so hard to be invisible to him. To protect the part of you that broke too easily. And now here he was, shining a light on it without meaning to.

“Luffy,” you hissed, voice tight as you wrenched your arm away. The absence of his touch hurt worse than its presence. Your skin throbbed faintly where his fingers had been, not with pain but with memory. With the ghost of every time he had pulled you close without thinking. Every night he had fallen asleep beside you, limbs tangled, unaware of the way you would lay awake counting your breaths. He raised a brow at you, almost surprised by your reaction to him.

“What is your problem?” Through the low lighting, you watched his body shift towards you in a way you never saw before. The smile he would usually carry was nowhere in sight and was replaced with a stern look. There was annoyance painted all over it, as if he was about to pop right open.

“What’s yours? You don’t speak to me for months and the moment we have an opportunity, you start talkin’ to other guys? Literally what is your problem, huh??” he snapped back. His words blurred as your thoughts spiraled. You had wanted distance. You had wanted safety. Instead, you were standing in the middle of a crowded pub, heart bare and shaking, the man you loved arguing over you like you were a prize neither of them understood. When the stranger scoffed and walked away, the humiliation lingered anyway, clinging to your skin like smoke. You could feel it in the way people looked away too quickly. In the way the music swelled too loud, too bright, as if trying to drown you out. You couldn’t take it and you felt your lungs seize.

Your body turned away quickly. Without a thought, you pushed into the crowd, desperate for air, for space, for anything that wasn’t this unbearable mix of longing and shame.

“Y/N, where are you going?!” Luffy called out, his body chugging along right behind you. You didn’t stop because the worst part wasn’t the embarrassment. It was that despite everything, despite the confusion and the ache and the fear of being hurt, your body had remembered him instantly. You felt yourself leaning toward him without permission. It ached to stay where his hand had been, even as your heart begged you to run. That feeling of always wanting him there, it terrified you.

Once your body pushed past the pub door, the air was cool and sharp. The chill cut against the heat flooding your skin, but it didn’t soothe you the way you hoped it would. With deep, quickened breaths, you looked around to try to find the easiest way back to the ship. You figured that if you could simply go back to the ship and shove yourself into the comfort of the women's quarters, it would all settle down. Lanterns lined the street in uneven intervals, their light soft and golden, barely touching the edges of the darkness beyond. The music from the pub bled through the walls, muffled now, distant laughter echoing like something you no longer belonged to.

You dragged in a breath as you pushed yourself to keep walking. You stumbled slightly from how fast you tried to leave the scene, plus the alcohol in your system didn’t help.

“Hey!” Luffy called after you. “Wait!”

Your chest felt too tight, your thoughts too loud as your pace quickened. Every step felt unsteady, like the ground beneath you had shifted and forgotten how to hold you properly. Why couldn’t he just stop?

“Just leave me alone,” you told him as sternly as you could, not turning back.

“Why?!” The question followed you, simple and unguarded, like he genuinely expected an answer. Watching the back of your body, Luffy began to trot after you. Of course he didn’t understand but that desire was so heavy in his chest it ached. It triggered such a persistence that it made him itch, that he needed to figure out the mystery clouding your heart.

“What’s your problem?” he asked, irritation already creeping into his voice. “What did I do?!”

You clenched your hands at your sides. The silence you let sit irked him beyond belief. He hated that you were ignoring him when it was obvious, it was pinching a nerve so tightly inside him it made him squirm. He didn’t want to be in this position, watching you walk away. The fact you two were so close months ago and suddenly, as if it happened over night, it was gone. Like a moth and a flame, he pushed further.

“Hey! I’m talkin’ to you!” Luffy called again, louder this time. That was when his patience snapped. Luffy rubbed the back of his neck and face, the heat from his temper burning his cheeks. Before you knew it, Luffy extended his arm toward you, his elastic limb stretching to grab your arm once more to make you stop.

“Stop, you’re being a brat!”

The word cracked something open in you. You spun around so fast your vision blurred, frustration and hurt crashing together so violently it stole your breath. Your hand gripped his and immediately flung it off, your teeth gritting against each other. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he just stop?

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped, voice breaking despite your effort to keep it steady.

“Then tell me what’s wrong! You’ve been avoiding me for months, Y/N. You don’t sit next to me. You don’t hang out with me. You don’t even look at me half the time. So yeah, I wanna know why. I’m your captain, damn it!” He walked up to you as if he couldn’t control himself, his emotions getting the best of him. His words hit harder than anger ever could. He was expressive as he spoke, his eyes bouncing between you and the ground trying to figure out what was going on in your head. At that moment you couldn’t bring yourself to fully look at him. Your chest heaved, tears burning hot behind your eyes. Without a single warning, he grabbed your shoulders firmly, forcing you to look at him like he always did when something mattered. Running wasn’t an option anymore.

He was so close that you could feel his breath near your nose. He looked at you as if he was trying to decipher the world’s greatest mystery and it pained you. His thumbs sat on your shoulders, rubbing the exposed skin as he spoke.

“Look…I don’t get it. I don’t understand what your deal is,” he admitted, brows knit tight. “But I know something’s wrong. So just say it.”

The tears spilled before you could stop them. They tarnished your skin, creating flowing marks straight down your cheeks.

“I’m in love with you, Luffy,” you quivered out, the words tearing out of your chest like they’d been waiting for permission. “And i-it’s hard to feel this way about you. It scares me.”

Silence crashed down between you. Luffy stared at you, eyes wide, mouth parted slightly like the world had just tipped sideways. For once, he didn’t have an immediate response. No joke. No argument. No irritation to shield himself behind. This exact spot is what you feared: opening your heart to no response at all. His eyes felt like they were carving into you and it was all too much to bear. You needed to leave but when you shifted your body to remove yourself, without a word, Luffy pulled you into him. The hug was sudden and tight, arms wrapping around you like instinct had taken over completely. Your face pressed into his chest, breath hitching as his warmth surrounded you. He held you like he was afraid letting go would break something important. His hand found their way to the back of your head, finding refuge in your hair.

You melted into him instantly.

Your hands fisted in his shirt as sobs shook loose, tears soaking into the fabric. He smelled like rubber and smoke, familiar in a way that made your chest ache. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear that was grounding. After a moment, you felt his body shift. Your head had suddenly felt closed in. Luffy adjusted his grip and settled his own straw hat more securely on your head, his chin resting lightly against it as he continued to hold you.

“You avoiding me over something like that is stupid.” he muttered, voice muffled against your hair. “So stop it.”

The words weren’t cruel. They were firm and certain.. Luffy’s way of saying just stop.

“Y’know you’re the only person I share with. I don’t even touch your food, man. You’re my person, Y/N. You know that,” Luffy hugged you tighter, arms solid around your waist, anchoring you there as your tears finally slowed. He eventually slid his head to the space between your shoulder and neck, the hug tightening. You couldn’t help but let out a breathless laugh, of course it was always about food with this man.

“Since when was I your person?”

“Since always, duh.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It was so childish that it was undeniably real. He was saying that as if you were suppose to know this whole time. As if it was just a simple fact that everyone knew, everyone but you that is.

“That’s not the same as being in love with someone, Luffy,” you told him but he shook his head as if you were wrong.

“I only want to share things with you. No one else, just you. I think that’s the same.” Your skin grew unbearably hot as you felt his lips move against your skin but he didn’t want to move. You felt like your body was being wrapped around by a snake by the way his hands shifted faintly on your back. It was almost like he was trying to take you all in, remembering what it felt like to actually hold you.

“I don’t like it when you’re gone..things aren’t the same without you. Don’t make me tell you that again, I shouldn’t have to,” he added quietly. His grip around you felt like he was trying to make you a part of him. You nodded against his chest, breath uneven, feeling the last of the tension drain from your body as you clung to him. For the first time in months, you let yourself feel everything. His warmth from the breath on your neck. The simple truth of him.

When he pulled away, to give some room to look at you, there was a pull in you that you couldn’t stop. You had starved yourself from him for so long, that the moment you had the slightest bit of him, you wanted all of him. Your flushed hands grabbed his face and pulled him into your lips, a kiss planting right on his. It was soft, gentle even.

A part of you expected some sort of surprise when you pulled away, fully ready to clarify yourself. But he didn’t show a single sign of shock. Instead, he kissed you back in a feverish manner, melting right into you like he was also hungry for you. His hand cupped the side of your face as his lips pressed into yours again, deepening a kiss that you started. He stayed there for a long time, his hands and arms holding you as if to make up lost time.

It was unmoving, like you’d never stopped being his at all.

[jessssss-08]

Maybe I request Luffy x reader smut… he eats you out. Luffy seems like a muncher

a.n: Thanks for the request! I love how we as a fandom collectively agree that Luffy loves to eat someone out. It's AMAZING but i'll do us one better as well: Luffy NOT ONLY loves oral but he's a good listener while he does it HELLO. Sorry for the delay I’ve had writers block for DAYS.

Added more than just oral since I know for a fact he would not just end there. So it’s full on smut friend.

You can submit a request here

Body Language: Luffy x AFAB!reader

Luffy missed you so he snuck into your sleeping quarters to be with you. Next thing you know, he's eating you out for the first time plus some more.

rating: Smut. Minors DNI

warning: Oral sex (eating out), mention of fingering leading to intercourse (d in v) that results in biting and marking. kind of rough but not intentionally.

word count: 5.0k+

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Listening to your body was your biggest strength. 

When it came down to taking care of yourself, knowing your limits, your likes and dislikes, you learned a long time ago how to accommodate your own needs. Unapologetically, one of those non-negotiables was sleep. Especially out on the sea, where chaos had a habit of blooming without warning with a crew like the Strawhats, you always expected trouble every second of the day. It was only natural that you began settling into your sleeping quarters long before the rest of the crew did on the Thousand Sunny.

Zoro had teased you relentlessly when you first joined, calling you boring, that you were lame for checking in early. However, his words never bothered you. You liked the silence and isolation that it brought. The quiet hum of the ship at night felt like a lullaby, one that soothed nerves worn thin by battle and sea spray. While the others laughed and argued on deck, you slipped into routines that felt grounding. You were usually the first to shower, letting the warm water wash the salt from your skin. You lathered yourself with oils and lotions collected from passing islands, scents that reminded you of places you might never return to. Then you would curl up with one of Robin’s books, the soft weight of a blanket pulled to your chin, and let yourself rest.

That night had been no different. 

You had already changed into your set sleepwear, hair still faintly damp, book resting open on your chest as your eyes fluttered closed. The grave mistake of reading and laying down on your side, your eyes started to droop midread. The ship creaked gently around you, the world narrowing to the quiet rhythm of your breathing. There was a fuzziness that utterly coated over you, your body slipping into sleep. 

Then your door opened. It was just a soft, careful creak that lingered in, like someone trying very hard not to be noticed.

You stirred, half-awake, expecting perhaps Nami or Robin finally coming to bed. Instead, the mattress dipped right behind you. The warmth settled in, arms wrapping around you without hesitation. There was an elastic and intimate feel, pulling your back against a solid chest. You inhaled sharply, your senses snapping awake as a familiar scent surrounded you: rubber with a hint of sea salt. Unmistakably Luffy. 

“Luffy?” you whispered, confusion threading through your voice but it came out like a small croak. Simply, your captain released a hum, already comfortable as his body sank against yours. His chin found its home against your shoulder as if he had always belonged there. As of lately, he had. The last few months, you found yourself in this unexpected tangible relationship with Luffy. 

It wasn’t intentional. Rather, it was an accident that just turned into routine with each other. One night after having too much sake, you found yourself in a situation with Luffy that was hard to turn away from: locking lips with your captain in the shadows. The first time, it was a sloppy mess in the best way, one that certainly made you view him differently. It was a kiss full of laughter in between moans and apologies, teeth and tongue knocking into each other, just the right amount of fluttering between your legs. Luffy was incredibly selfish when he kissed you, constantly greedy about how close he needed to be with you. And just like everything he got himself involved in, Luffy took control. Forward and deep, chaotic in a way that was intoxicating. Since then, it was evident that he would look for you when he was hungry for kisses and you melted every single time. However, it never went as far as kissing and groping. 

You twisted just enough to look at him, eyes adjusting to the dim lantern glow from your attempt to read. He was grinning, straw hat discarded somewhere on the floor, eyes bright with a kind of pleased relief.

“What are you doing here?” you asked quietly. “Everyone’s still awake.”

“I know,” he said simply, tightening his hold like the statement settled something in him. Your heart stuttered but your body simply adjusted to face him more. He was so close, his nose close to yours. He was smiling but his eyes seemed low, as if the food that rested in his belly was making him sleepy. It didn’t help that he was in between fluffy blankets on a proper bed. The girls always had larger beds in their quarters and it was ten times more comfortable, especially when he was close enough to bite you. His head slipped into the space of your neck. He nuzzled your skin, your skin immediately growing hot. 

“You…You know Nami and Robin can come in any second.” You whispered, your hands eventually trailing around his neck. Your arms embraced him completely, your body melting against his.

“Yeah, so?” he replied matter of factly. 

“So,” you repeated, incredulously, “They’ll see you in my bed.”

“Yeah,” he said again, unbothered. “I’m not hidin’.”

“That’s not the point.”

“You always go to bed early. I wanted to be with you. It’s no fun without you there..” Luffy nuzzled closer, his lips rubbing against the skin of your neck as he spoke. His legs tangled with yours, entirely unbothered by your growing bewilderment. You shifted slightly, heart thudding too loud in your ears. This was new. Not the closeness, not the familiarity. You and Luffy had been like this, limbs overlapping, space nonexistent. Somewhere along the line, affection had blurred into something warmer, something shared quietly in stolen moments while sailing through the New World. Friends who crossed lines but never named them. He pulled away from your neck to look at you, wanting to see you more. He frowned slightly, his brows furrowing in that way he did when things didn’t immediately make sense. You could almost see the gears grinding. Then his expression smoothed, something softer taking its place. For some reason, when he was alone with you, his child-like nature shimmered down. He seemed sincere in a forward way, still staying true to himself but a clear development of wanting to keep you comfortable. However, he still held mischief in his heart, he still liked to see you flustered. 

“You smell nice, like, really sweet,” he said as his smile expanded to a larger grin. Your breath caught. Before you could respond, before you could argue or explain or push him away to get him out of your bed, he leaned forward. His hand cupped your jaw with surprising gentleness, thumb brushing your cheek. His lips met yours, warm and certain, like he had already decided he was going to staying with you in your bed that very night. Your protest died before it ever reached your tongue.

 The kiss held that usual hunger, the deepness that leaned into your body as he normally did. His tongue carelessly entered your mouth and found yours, your chest heaving in response. His mouth moved against yours with quiet confidence, and you melted despite yourself, fingers curling into his loose vest. His hands trailed down to his favorite part of you: your thighs. With a firm grasp, he gripped around the fat and pulled this up towards his side, allowing your leg to rest on his skin. It was like he didn’t care that the world outside your door existed, as if no one would walk in. Like the only thing that mattered was the warmth between you, the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. The heat between your legs began to surge, your heart pounding faster as his lips slipped from your mouth to your neck. 

The one thing you realized about Luffy when you two began this endeavor was that he surprisingly listened to you. The very first time he kissed your neck, he instinctively bit it hard like he was actually trying to eat you in the heat of the moment. When you yelped and guided him, letting him know how it hurt, he looked at you as if he was learning something new in training. You only ever had to tell him to bite you gently once and he never bit you as hard again. Not unless you told him to. The years of training under Rayleigh taught him when to listen when he truly wanted to learn something new for someone or something he cared about. That habit naturally carried over when the Straw Hats reunited, at least when he saw fit. 

Luffy’s mouth softly bit your shoulder, his tongue licking the skin beneath it in between bites. The heat that rested between your thighs climbed to your stomach, allowing a moan to escape softly from your lips. He never seemed embarrassed of anything, especially when it came to you and your body. He never seemed flustered and probably because for Luffy, in the same way as eating, hearing you whimper and squirm gave him satisfaction and wanted more each time. Your mind began to wonder, the lust piling in your chest desired more. You needed him in the way you two never tried. Half because you were nervous, the other half because you weren’t sure how much Luffy knew or didn’t know. Just as your head was in the clouds, Luffy’s body began grinding against yours. There was a hardness that made you gasp into his ear, a small station of breath only for him. His crotch rubbed right on yours, your leg that was raised on his side squeezed against him instinctively. 

“Mmm, you taste good.” He hummed against your neck. You melted against his breath, the heat between you two becoming unbearable for you. The desire blossomed and boomed, his hips buckled and a groan to which you never heard him let go slipped. It almost sounded like a whimper, a plea as he pushed further against your clothing. 

“You have no idea what you’re saying,” You exhaled out as your hands lingered in his hair. The hardness that pushed through his shorts teased you. An urge so prominent that it ached you and you felt yourself become desperate. He pulled away from you and gave you a confused expression. He was so precious, his eyes practically sparkled when he looked at you even when he was oblivious. 

“Whatcha talkin’ about. I’m literally tastin’ you right now and you’re pretty tasty to me!” Luffy laughed out loudly to which your hand shot up to his mouth, trying to prevent his chuckles from leaving the bedroom. You shook your head as you scoffed, a giggle following right behind it. He moved his hips again, a gasp fleeing your mouth. Your fingers that sat on his mouth pressed down out of instinct. The way Luffy looked at you seemed like a haze. He looked like he was starving behind your hand, his eyes staring between your lips and your neck but he kept snickering here and there. Suddenly, his mouth opened slightly and your fingers slipped into his mouth. With a sly series of chuckles, Luffy began to suck on two of your fingers. The taste of your skin was something he enjoyed, especially when he knew you would get all red in the face like an apple. This time, however, there was a look in your eyes he never witnessed before. Mouth agape, your chest heaving with a heaviness that seemed serious. And that's when you said it: 

“Want to really taste me?” You didn’t even think about what came out of your mouth, not even registering the words nor their depth. Luffy nodded his head with an eagerness that was trifling. You stood very still for a moment. You weren’t so sure if you two were ready for this, let alone if you felt confident enough to strip. But your hands moved on their own. Slowly, your hand moved away from his lips, slipping out of his mouth. They snuck their way down to the sides of your pajama pants. Luffy shifted his body away from you, trying to understand what you were trying to do. He pushed himself up to face you on his knees, his body slightly towering over you. His head tilted briefly to the side as you slipped your pajama pants down and then, eventually, your panties. When your hands flicked the clothing to the side, your legs stayed open just ever so slightly. Luffy wasn’t entirely oblivious to what you were attempting but he looked at you with shock since neither of you tried this with each other. In fact, his expression softened as he looked at you with furrowed brows, his tongue licking his lips briefly. Still, as he looked at you, only the slightest hue of red coated his cheeks. When it came to naked bodies, it never seemed to phase him. However, when it came to you, it was something he didn’t realize impacted him. He felt hot, bothered to the point his hands tugged at the waist band of his shorts. An impatience swelled in him, the same way he got when Sanji was taking too long to make him his meal. 

“You could really taste me down here,” you said as your legs opened a little further. Your words came out shy and breathless. For a moment, you thought he was going to stay still but he sank right in. He was almost animalistic, the eagerness over taking him just like everything he consumed. His hands pushed your legs apart selfishly, his head lowering between your thighs. His mouth landed on the part of you that was the most sensitive. His tongue slipped between the wetness of your folds, a deepened breath taken in as he did so. His tongue swirled around and over your clit, rough and hard.

He was sloppy and fast, overwhelming you with the suddenness. There was a mixture of hums and groans that came from him as his eyes shut tightly, his hands gripping the outer parts of your thighs. Without warning, his grip around your thighs became painful, his fingers becoming rough against your skin. One of your hands went on his head, giving a slight push to make him halt. His eyes fluttered open and he lifted his mouth off of you. His face was glistening from you, from both the soaking sap you gave him and the pink hue that now painted his face more than you never saw from him. He looked at you, deprived, a look that was begging for more. 

“You okay?” Luffy stummered. It was almost like he was intoxicated but at the same time, impatient to go back to what he had started. You needed to speak but the quivering of your legs caught you off guard. The pain radiated from your skin, a burning you never felt. Your nerves were pumped and you tried to stay composed but even his breath near your clit made you shake. All you were able to do in that second was move your hand to his cheek, your thumb running across his scar. 

“S-Slow down. It’s a lot for me. Do what I tell you, o-okay?” You uttered. There was guidance needed here, a lesson to be learned as you both entered something totally and completely new. He was enjoying it, that was clear, but you knew exactly what he would like more. This was an ultimate test to see how much Luffy would actually listen to you, considering he hated being told what to do. He raised his right brow at you before he gave a small, light lick against your thigh. He was taunting, wanting to push back against your request so desperately. 

“M’kay fine. You just..you taste really good!” Luffy squirmed as he went back in. His brows bucked as he concentrated with his eyes closed. A sigh fluttered from you, your back arching lightly against his tongue. Your hips adjusted, assisting his tongue movements to hit just the right spot. His thumbs, although the pressure eased, still held their firmness on your thighs before tracking up to your hips. He pushed you further against his face that caused a moan of approval from the both of you. His eyes opened up, looking right at you as his tongue mindlessly swirled around your hardened clit. Seeing you squirm, move against his mouth, it was exhilarating for him. Especially after you would instruct him on his pacing, when to speed up and slow down, where his tongue should reside and how hard he needed to focus on one spot. He loved to win, loved to know when he was getting better at something. And he knew just from looking at you, that he was winning.  As for you, the moment you realized he was staring at you, you couldn’t help but hide behind your hands. The flood of your vaginal silk made him grunt against you, moving faster for more. It went from a thoughtless adventure to something strategic that was leading to a goal and it tasted so good.

“R-right there…faster!” You pleaded, your heart pumping faster in your chest. With resolution, your fingers grabbed his hair. A fluttering surged in your core and your breathing hitched. Your knees pushed towards his head and his eyes widened slightly. He followed your instructions, his tongue and mouth moved faster for your desire. A series of hums and groans let from him as his eyes came to a close once again, your heart sunk as you felt your climax approaching. At this point, your mindfulness of your volume began to fade. Your moans spilled out of you like water, increasing with each swirl of his tongue. Your brain was clouded by lustful intentions, the pressure of your body wanting to go over the edge. 

“L-Luffy! Your finger—ah, wait—I need your finger inside!” Luffy lifted his head from your clit and looked at you, his hand trying to figure out where exactly you wanted it. You found yourself reaching over, leading his middle finger right at your vaginal entrance, to which he slid his finger right in. With the guidance of your hand on his wrist, you instructed him to go in and out. 

“K-keep doing that just l-like that and e-eat at the same time.” You took a deep breath as you locked eyes with him, pushing past your nerves to communicate what you needed. His eyes widened with amusement by your forwardness, your demands hidden behind squirms and moans. This was absolutely exciting for him, his crotch at this point had throbbed and ached for some sort of relief. 

“Woah! Shishishi, Y/N. You’re really liking this, huh,” Luffy’s words were a mixture of laughter and breathless pants. He knew he was starving but he never saw you as eager for something as you were in that very moment. His laughter trailed until he went back to your clit, his tongue and finger moving in sync with the occasional slop. Moans came out of your throat with each time his finger pushed in and out. The pressure paired from his finger and the flicking of his tongue made your back arch. Luffy’s free hand stationed itself on your hip, groping and releasing the fat that resided there.  Without warning, your body came to its edge. A loud gasp came from you, the orgasm overcame you, your hands pulling Luffy’s hair tighter than you wanted. You shuddered, your moans turned into whines and whimpers. Luffy, without a care, kept going. The air in your lungs was tight, your knees pushing against his head. That’s when his head shook from side to side, his eyes narrowing briefly. 

“Nah-uh,” Luffy muffled. He raised his head as his tongue made one, long lick from your folds to your clit. The feeling that throbbed against your body was too much. The ecstasy that surged through your body made you practically squeal against his touch, melting into a mess that you never experienced in your life. Your pussy was weeping at this point, throbbing and shifting with each movement. 

“L-Luffy! I-I can’t—”

“I’m not done yet,” Luffy’s mouth sucked against your clit as his hand kept you anchored. His finger kept pushing through you, despite the tightness that clenched around the limb. All that swarmed your mind was how selfish he was being with your body, the greed engulfed him as he indulged himself in you. The heat that radiated off of him seemed like annoyance, like he didn’t appreciate you trying to stop him. He softened up as he kept going, as if you were making him melt by your throbbing vulnerability. 

“So good. More…gimme more!” His words were like music to your ears. Who knew that Luffy would enjoy this as much as he did. Tangible and physically edible food was one thing, but orally pleasing you was a completely different thing. Your eyes wandered to the door, your ears perking up at the sound of footsteps and voices approaching. Before you even could warn Luffy, his hand shot across the room and slammed the bedroom door shut, locking it quickly. It was perfectly clear that Luffy said he was not done and he meant it. A knock came from the door and a voice from behind it, Nami’s voice, creeped through. 

“Y/N, you okay in there? We heard some whining. Are you feeling okay?” Your face was burning hot as you covered your mouth, your hands squeezed tightly around your mouth to prevent your moans from coming through. The knocking against the wooden door and the twisting of the door knob made you shutter. With panicked hands, you clumsily pulled the covers over your and Luffy, hiding his body underneath the blankets completely. Luffy was not giving up, he was ravenous at this point and replaced his finger with his tongue. He dug deep, his method becoming a sloppy mess as he practically painted himself with you. Just by looking at him, you knew there was no end in sight. His gluttonous ways were not going to stop until he was satisfied. 

“Y-yes! Sorry, I just need some space r-right now!” Your words came out like cries and embarrassment coiled in your chest. You pleaded to yourself that she and whoever was next to her would take your word for it and leave. There was a pause, your hands trying to push Luffy’s head to ease his jaw but there was no prevail. Just the gentle noises of him slurping you up. After a moment, the voices and footsteps walked away as a burst of laughter boomed down the hallway. A sigh of relief uttered from your chest before your head fell back, resting on the pillow behind it. The mixture of anxiety and arousal truly hit you like a truck. Surprisingly, Luffy only began to laugh as he lifted his head up again, this time his body lifting away from between your legs. The blanket sat on his shoulders like a cape as his body adjusted under it. You couldn’t help but notice the bulging erection that outlined through his shorts, his hands tugging and shifting the waist band to make him more comfortable. 

“A-are you uncomfortable Luffy?” Your words came out like a whisper. Poor Luffy, his shorts seemed so tight from that position. He was practically drooling over you, you couldn’t tell was from him or what was from you in the dark. He nodded but the smile on his face filled with excitement as if he was looking at his favorite thing in the whole world. His hands rubbed his mouth and jaw, his hands coating in your juice as he leaned forward. His lips collided with yours again, his tongue hungrily licking your lips. It was literally like he wanted to eat you alive. 

“I’m good. I just need s’more.” He panted against your lips, his hands pulling down the waist band of his shorts and his underwear. His cock practically bounced out in heat, tapping against you lightly. There was no point in worrying about how this was going to go considering he had already made you cum for the first time. Your arms wrapped around him as you went in for another kiss. There was no time for you to think, he simply pushed himself in. It wasn’t gentle, instead it was a rough shove as if he was itching to do it for a while. Your body jumped and settled against him, a curse trembling out from his mouth. 

“Shit!— auuugh— Y/N  s’good. You feel so good!” A deep groan released from him as your body tightened around him, a shuddered gasp leaving yours. The two of you locked eyes for a moment before he started to nod, his ecstatic eyes practically glowing. He was absolutely excited simply because you felt so good. Never did Luffy think that something like this was going to be fun for him, he never even considered going this far with anyone. But when he saw how you reacted, how you pushed and pulled with his touch, it made him hungrier to understand you and your body language. 

With a primitive instinct, Luffy thrusted into you without warning. He positioned himself as his cock curled inside of you to grab a hold of your legs, spreading them just enough to fully take you in. All he knew was that the wetness that covered his shaft sent chills in his body that forced him to move. To push himself so deep until that feeling in his abdomen carried to his hips. An instant rhythm was formed, his breathing deepened with the whimpers he kept inside. 

You were shocked, not even knowing how to react as his hips began to slam against you. As your eyes trailed from his sculpted abs to the scene of his cock sliding in and out of you. You realized that there was this sudden adoration that sprouted inside of you. Moans wanted to jump right out of your lips but you covered your mouth so quickly that it pushed them back in. The drool that bubbled in his mouth slightly began to trickle to the side of his mouth since it was parted open. He kept watching the way your breast began to move underneath your shirt with each of his thrust, slowly rising up just above your belly button. The pounding of his hips began to increase and with one critical hit, a moan spilled out of your mouth. A loud, naturally floral moan. Your face was hot, pinkness swimming across your face as his cock deeply slammed against your cervix. There was no point in keeping quiet any more. Luffy had increased his speed with his laughter blossoming from it in between grunts. It was like he was a bubbling mess, the ecstasy hitting his core as his shaft was covered from your velvety walls.

Luffy’s nails began to dig deep into the skin of your thighs, a hardness that burned your skin hot. His nails made crescent moon type shapes on your skin, the redness radiating on your flesh. Suddenly, he leaned over, a small laughter type moan planting itself in shoulder. His mouth opened and his esurient bites were incredibly hard.  You wanted to protest, wanting to make him stop from leaving visible marks but you felt that familiar rise pile in your stomach. The pain was actually turning you on more, his hunger driving you with the same animalistic desire. His jaw clawed from your shoulder, to your neck and eventually his lips planted a sloppy moan-filled kiss. You pulled him in closer, the desire of wanting him as close to you as possible as his teeth sank in your lips made you so unbelievably wet. Muscles, sweat, and heavy breathing in your ear from him fueled the fire that had built up in your stomach. 

“Oh my go—wait Luffy!” Before you knew it, your body began to climax all over again. Your moans turned into a sea of whimpers, half covered by your hands and the other hands spilling into the air like stars in the sky. You noticed through your own throbbing walls, that Luffy’s hips started to become messy and his grunts became more like whines. The ache in him was reaching a high in between kisses with you. The shudder of his cock made him groan, his pacing increasing with an anchor-like speed. 

“Y/N I-I think imma—oh sh-shit— haha imma cum, Y/N. I-imma—” Luffy’s groans came out stiff, like it was hard for him to vocalize to you. The clenching of your quivering walls made him shoot such a hot load inside of you, you both hissed with satisfaction. His lips sat right on top of yours, his hyperventilating pants easing down into gulps, an attempt to catch his own breath. Sweat slid down his chest, coating his abs, and shimmered into something beautiful as his thrust slowed down. He, eventually, pulled out of you with a stroke. His body fell right on top of yours to which you gasped, your arms locking around him. You two laid with each other like that for a moment, your pants syncing into each other in a way that only your hearts could allow. You didn’t even realize it until he faced you, but laughter spilled out of you. Real, gut living laughter filled the air. Luffy looked at you, his eyes jumping from all over your face until he joined you. 

“What?” Luffy laughed back, his words coming out like a child wanting to know what the joke was. You shook your head, your hand covering a portion of your face as the laughter kept booming out of your lungs. Maybe it was the fact you knew that when Luffy unlocked that door, that Nami would come barging in with a vengeance so hot that it made you laugh. Or maybe it was the fact that you unapologetically just slept with your captain for the very first time and now the whole crew most likely heard. Either way, when your laughter subsided and all that was left was a long sigh. You looked at Luffy with sincerity. 

“Nothing, Nothing I’m fine.” You reassured him. Luffy flashed you his usual gummy smile as he gave you a quick kiss before burying his head in the space of your shoulder and neck. Just next to his check, a mountain of marks coated your skin revealing an interesting story on your body. 

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Hello helloooo and welcome to my blog 🤍 I’m currently on vacation but I wanted to make a post about request!

I’m currently taking request for y/n x op characters! You can also check out my masterlist to see what I’ve already got up. However, there are a few things I would like you all to know before you request em.

1) I am not caught up in the anime! I’m currently on 738 and I do OPLA as well. So there may be character I do not know yet. Please do not spoil the show for me since I am experiencing it for the first time and absolutely love it!

2) I absolutely love Luffy and prefer writing things with him but I am open to other characters as well (Sanji, Zoro, Law, Ace, Etc). I may not do certain characters due to the fact I may not know them or understand their character

3) some of these mini fics may be OOC. Fics are fics for a reason lol. I write for fun and it’s good practice for me.

4) I am comfortable writing angst and smut but they have to be reasonable. I’m not the kinkest person so for your smut request just make sure they’re tasteful I suppose. As for angst, I can write gore and in some instances, death, but I will always warn people. Major character deaths are a no for me though (canon characters I mean unless they’re already dead).

5) I have the right to ignore or reject request I’m not super comfortable with. I only do OP. HOWEVER, I will still produce something that is a good compromise ;)

6) It takes me sometime to write my post so be patient please! Sometimes I can be fast but most of the time it’s takes me some time. ! It all depends on my schedule with work and uni.

Feel free to submit a request in my ask box!

Thank you all so much and Happy New Year 🥳

[hrast-ika]

i have no idea when i drew this, had to be more than a year back, all i know is that i have been on my One piece reread (Water 7 ofc)

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Hypotheticals: Sanji x F!reader

After girl's night, you start to wonder what it would be like to have sex with Sanji.

rating: Smut and Fluff.

warning: mention of other ships that are not canon but are fun (frobin, namivivi, possible grammar mistakes, penetrative sex (p in v), fingering,. Minors DNI

word count: 6.6k+

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“Okay, red or white?” 

The girls’ quarters were warm in that slow, sleepy way the Thousand Sunny got at night, when the sea rocked gently and the lanterns were turned low. You had just finished showering, hair still damp and wrapped in a towel, skin soft with steam. By the time you crawled into Nami’s bed, all three of you were bundled under blankets like conspirators hiding from the world. Your fingers pointed to the red wine, something that was sweet. Wine glasses clinked softly as you settled in. The scent of citrus cleanser and floral oil lingered in the air, mixing with the salt breeze sneaking in through a cracked window. This had become a routine. A girls’ night at sea: No pirates, no bounties, no looming danger and absolutely no boys. Just the three of you, bare faced and laughing, passing jars and bottles back and forth. 

You had laid out skincare like offerings: Clay masks, serums you had mixed yourself, lip oils, and a few soft cloths. Nami lounged on her side, already half sunk into the pillows, while Robin sat propped against the headboard, legs tucked beneath her, calm and amused as always.

“Alright,” Nami said, swirling her wine and grinning when you dipped your fingers into the cool mask. 

“Apply it carefully. I swear, if you miss a spot, I’m suing.” You laughed and leaned closer, gently smoothing the mask over her freckled covered cheeks and nose. Her eyes fluttered shut, trusting, and relaxed. 

“This is nice,” she murmured. “We should do this more, especially after the rough couple of weeks we’ve had.”

Robin hummed in agreement, uncapping a lip oil and rolling it between her fingers. Her gaze flicked between you and Nami, sharp and knowing even in moments like this. The crew had been sailing for three weeks on end, the sun blazing so hot that you’ve gotten sun burnt a few times. The chaos of piracy was truly racking up as your adventures through the New World furthered. It was expected, of course, but you selfishly craved nights like this. Nights where your legs were freshly shaved and lotioned up, wrapped in cleaned sheets with the girls. You three didn’t get this often, considering the crew was composed of mostly robust men. It was comfortable but you desired to just be in stillness for a few moments. So, this evening was exactly what you needed.

Then, as casually as if she were commenting on the weather, Nami opened one eye.

“So,” she said, voice bright with mischief. “If you had to sleep with someone on the crew, who would it be?”

You nearly dropped the bowl. Robin giggled in amusement and raised her brow.

“You mean, as in sex?” Robin asked, her words coxed with wine. Nami hummed and nodded, and you felt your cheeks heat up. 

“Nami,” you said, laughing as heat rushed to your ears. You shook your head, a giggle escaping before you could stop it. “What kind of question is that?”

“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” she teased. “It’s just for fun. Nothing serious.”

“Hypotheticals can be quite revealing,” Robin chimed in, her lips curved upward, interest sparking immediately. You finished Nami’s mask, retreating back under the blankets, still smiling as your heart calmed. 

“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.”

“Liar,” Nami said to you cheerfully, her body leaning over and pressing into your softened arm.

“Everyone’s thought about it at least once,” Nami claimed, her gaze set on you as if you were her prey. She was dying to know some gossip. 

“Well I’ll admit, I have already slept with someone on the crew,” Robin said with a casual calmness as she tapped the lip oil against her mouth. The silence that followed was almost holy, as if you and Nami landed on a gold mine. The two of you froze, eyes snapping toward her in perfect unison.

“You what!?” Nami shrieked, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass as her body lunged upwards. 

“With who?” you added, scooting closer, your knees pressing into Robin’s side. Robin applied the lip oil slowly, the faint shine catching the lantern light. She looked pleased, amused by your reactions. You were dying to know, even though you had suspensions. 

“Franky,” she said. “Multiple times.”

You squealed before you could stop yourself. Nami made a sound somewhere between laughter and shock, both of you collapsing inward toward Robin, hands grabbing her arms. Laughter filled the room like chatter, clashing between giggles and cooing, a symphony of a classic shock. A laugh slipped from Robin’s lips, her hands following on top of yours, telling you both to quiet down.

“No way! Franky?! Our Franky?” Nami said, eyes wide. Her words were softer, covered by her fingers touching her lips. 

“Our Franky,” Robin confirmed serenely.

“But why? I mean, not that he’s bad. He’s just… Franky,” you asked, still laughing, cheeks flushed. At this point you and Nami were practically laying on Robin, like two younger sisters clinging to her. It was the first time you three ever talked about something like this and deeply, it made you realize that you were still simply a young person who still desired the spark of romance in the sea of violence. It was pure and exciting. 

Robin chuckled softly and clearing her throat briefly, she leaned close into you and Nami. Her words felt like a secret, something only you two were to discover. 

“Well, he understands me in his own way. When we met, he actually saw me for me without knowing who I was or what I had been through. Besides, we’re both older than most of you with the exception of Jinbe and Brook. Life at sea can be lonely for a woman my age. It’s nice to have someone who keeps you company without expectations,” Robin admitted and, for a moment, her eyes seemed like they were smiling at the thought of him. The warmth that radiated from her was contagious and you melted at the sight of her. That explanation settled into you, warm and surprisingly tender. It made sense in a quiet way and something in your heart ached for that. To be seen and to be known without having to say anything. For someone to just get you so well that you can give yourself to them so wholly and fully, purely with a flame of desire that strings no sense of regrets. 

Nami leaned back, sighing dramatically. Her eyes glanced at the ceiling as she took another swig of wine. Her lips were curved into a faint line, as if she was reminiscing about something precious to her. 

 “Well, if I had to pick, the person I would’ve slept with is in a kingdom far away,” Her voice softened for just a moment. “I think about her all the time.” 

You reached out, squeezing her hand. You knew who she was talking about, someone who you both cherished deeply. She, however, had a special spot just for her. It was evident with their time together and the pain of leaving Alabasta without her was clear. Nami smiled at you gratefully, then snorted. She didn’t want to get all serious since she intended to just have a silly conversation. 

“And if I were into men like that,” she continued, wrinkling her nose, “I guess Usopp. He’s my best friend and not to mention, he’s already seen me naked by accident and he was a complete gentleman at that. Plus, you know what they say about people with big noses!” Nami cackled out as she finished the rest of her wine, her face hinting a faint hue of pink due to the warmness of the alcohol. The three of you laughed and squealed, dying at the possibility.  

“What about you?” Robin turned to you then, her dark eyes thoughtful. Nami dipped her fingers into the mask and scooted closer to you, gently spreading the cool clay over your cheeks as you thought. You stared at the ceiling, listening to the ship creak softly beneath you. In your heart, a name immediately came to mind. In all honesty, it felt embarrassing to say out loud, it didn’t make sense to you originally when you thought about it. 

“I guess… Sanji,” you said finally, your eyes flicking over to Robin and then Nami. Underneath the thickness of the mask, you felt Nami’s hand become still, both women raising a brow at each other. 

“Sanji?” Nami repeated, her eyes looked at you to really see if you were serious. An uncertainty spread across their faces and of course, you knew why. It was so undeniably clear that Sanji was the biggest pervert either of you encountered. Despite his poise, he unfortunately couldn’t control his unhinged desire for women. You flashed a look at Nami and Robin to which your finger pointed up at them. 

“Don’t judge me, okay! You literally said ‘Ussop!”

“Well, yeah, but Sanji is just such a creep,” Nami giggled as she placed more of the mask on your exposed skin. 

“I know,” you groaned but your voice perked up, defending your stance with enthusiasm. 

“Okay, here me out: although he has his perverted tendencies, Sanji is always making sure we’re taken care of. I just feel like he would do the same if he was having sex with some. I mean, he literally likes to serve, ” Your face burned beneath the mask. You shrugged, suddenly shy.  There was a beat of silence, then Nami bursted out laughing.

“Okay,” she said between giggles. “I can see that.”

Robin smiled but she said nothing, not trying to further your embarrassment. She only raised her glass. There was a sense of understanding in her, something you felt but couldn’t explain but you were grateful. 

“To girls’ nights,” Robin said.

“To girls’ nights,” you echoed.

You finished the wine, voices growing softer, laughter fading into sleepy murmurs. At some point, the lantern dimmed, and the three of you drifted off tangled together, the scent of Eucalyptus clinging  to the sheets. 

The next morning, you sat at the galley table with a cup of coffee warming your hands. The ship buzzed with its usual chaos. Plates clattered, voices overlapped, laughter rang out but you felt like you were in a morning daze. The caffeine was not hitting you fast enough as you leaned against the booth. Your eyes hung low, sleepiness still coating your vision. The steam from your cup tucked under your chin as you tried your hardest to wake up, begging that it’ll happen soon. Nami and Robin sat across from you, having their own conversations. 

You sat with your mug cradled between your hands, half listening, half drifting. Then you noticed Robin and Franky. At first, nothing seemed out of place. Franky laughed too loudly at something Usopp said and Robin smiled over the rim of her cup. Normal. Ordinary. Something you had seen a hundred times before.

But now, knowing what you knew, the scene shifted.

You caught the way Franky leaned just a little closer when he spoke to her, his voice dropping without effort. Robin’s gaze lingered on him a second longer than necessary, her smile softer, more private. When Franky reached past her for the sugar, his knuckles brushed her wrist, and neither of them moved away. The way her arm would sometimes rest on his forearm when she would laugh at something he said. It was subtle. Almost nothing. Yet, it made your stomach flutter.

They shared glances that carried weight. A string that twined between their pinkies, unspoken but unmistakably there that connected them to each other. The kind that didn’t need words or grand declarations but there you were witnessing it.  Your cheeks warmed before you realized you were blushing.

You started to feel a simmering thought festering in your heart: Was that what sleeping with someone did? Made people closer in ways no one else could see? You felt a small ache bloom in your chest, a longing you hadn’t known you were capable of. The thought of being chosen like that, understood like that, suddenly felt precious and oddly dangerous. Something you wanted more than ever. 

You stared a moment too long and Nami caught you in the corner of her eye. She broke your gaze with a snap of her fingers to break you free. 

“Careful,” She teased, her body leaned over the kitchen, voice low, lips twitching as she murmured. Your head snapped toward her and you squinted playfully, mortified and amused all at once. She grinned, eyes glittering with shared knowledge. It was an inside joke now, one of which only the three of you carried. Robin, across the table, met your gaze and smiled knowingly, lifting her cup just slightly.

You looked back down into your coffee, heart beating faster than it should have, the warmth in your chest lingering long after the moment passed. Before you knew it, a clash towards the stove caught your attention and made you cock your head to the side ever so slightly. 

Sanji moved around the kitchen with effortless grace, cigarette tucked between his fingers, sleeves rolled up as he cooked. Instinctively, your chin rested in the palm of your hand as your eyes lingered on him. At first, you didn’t mean to. Your attention was simply drawn from the pots clanking on the burner but then you noticed him. The cook that always stationed himself against the stove top with a quiet routine, looked different in the morning light. 

It felt like the sun was soaking in his hair as he moved, the cigarette smoke wrapping near his tightened jaw as he sliced through vegetables. The way he smiled curled when someone complimented his food. His voice softened when he spoke to Robin or Nami. There was practiced care in every movement, as if feeding the crew was an act of devotion rather than a duty. When he sat a plate in front of you, he met your eyes briefly. You watched as his hands gently grabbed your mug, taking it to give you a second round coffee without being asked. 

“Good morning,” he said warmly, in his usual tone. Your stomach fluttered, only being able to mutter a greeting in return. The feeling that wrestled in your stomach ached as the days went on and it eventually began to fester, a flame you couldn’t extinguish. It ached deeply, resting in your core and, eventually, shimmering in between your thighs as you started to notice Sanji in a way you never thought you were able to. And all it took was a single thought, a single mention of a hypothetical question that caused your brain to wander. 

You began noticing him in moments that felt too small to matter. You started to notice the way he slowed his steps to match yours in the hallway, how his voice dipped when he spoke your name. The faint scent of clean linen and citrus soap that lingered after he passed, threaded with smoke and musk, something undeniably desirable about him.

It unsettled you how much you liked it.

When he leaned over you to set a mug by your elbow, his arm brushing your shoulder, your body reacted before your thoughts could intervene. A warmth unfurled low in your stomach, a slow, curling awareness that made you inhale sharply. You waited for irritation to rise, for the reflexive scolding to surface but It never came. Instead it ceased completely. You smiled and you found yourself letting him linger. Sanji, of course, noticed. His brow furrowed briefly, curiosity flashing in his eyes before he masked it with charm. But from that day on, something subtle shifted between you. His advances no longer bounced harmlessly off your defenses. They sank in, settled under your skin, made you hyperaware of the space between your bodies and how his clothes clung to his frame. 

You found yourself watching him cook as though it were a sacred act. The steady strength in his hands. The way his shoulders moved as he worked, focused and intent, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal muscle and scars earned honestly. When he tasted a dish, eyes closing briefly in concentration, your chest would tighten.

You wondered when admiration had turned into something aching.

On days where the sun grew unbearable and he tugged his shirt off on deck, heat bloomed across your skin that had nothing to do with the weather. He would wipe sweat from his brow, laughing with Franky, unaware of the way your gaze lingered. The golden light traced every line of him, making him look like a carved piece of art, highlighting his abs and pectoral. You looked away, heart pounding, startled by the depth of your reaction.

This was not innocent. The man whose compliments spilled as easily as wine, whose devotion to the women on the ship bordered on the theatrical, started to creep into your imagination. Once the idea of him being with you, skin on skin, entered in your mind, it refused to be tucked away again. 

It truly burned your chest, for more ways than just one. You wanted him, you needed him near you but you felt so conflicted. You often found yourself in your bedroom, your face red as you tried to fan away your thoughts. You felt dirty, imagining things that you didn’t think of until then. Thoughts of his hands on your thighs, squeezing them as his lips trailed up your neck. You began to wonder what type of person he was during sex. Would he be someone who was in control, did he even have that experience to be in that position? Would he be a sloppy, flushed mess inside of you? Would he beg or whine? It was all too much, to which you had to excuse yourself from meals from time to time due to the thoughts that would come up by just looking at him. 

At night, when the ship quieted and your thoughts grew louder, you would lay awake staring at the ceiling, wondering if closeness like that truly changed people. If sharing a bed made hearts tangle the way Robin had implied without saying. You imagined Sanji’s warmth beside you, his careful hands, his unwavering attention as he pressed himself inside you, and felt foolish for wanting something so intimate from someone so intertwined with your daily life.

Asking him felt reckless, not to mention laughable.  Still, the desire did not fade, it only sharpened and grew larger than you could describe. 

Days passed and then weeks. Nights of you wanting to shower alone, wanting the privacy of touching yourself with the thought of Sanji touching you. You felt shame, embarrassment because now you felt like the pervert on the ship. Thinking of your crewmate in that way became obsessive. 

The longing settled into you like a second heartbeat until one night the crew drank and danced beneath the starlit sky, music spilling across the deck. You sat on the sidelines with your glass of sake, watching laughter bloom around you, content with just watching rather than joining.

Then you felt it as the cold air tangled its way into your hair. The sake, that once rested in your cup, laid in the bit of your stomach. It sang to you, making you feel warm as you noticed that familiar, electric awareness. Sanji’s gaze across the deck warmed you up. He smiled, softer than usual, something almost reverent in the curve of his lips. A moment later, he was beside you, handing you another drink as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

“For you,” he said, sitting close enough that your knees nearly brushed. “You shouldn’t be alone.” Your fingers trembled slightly as you took the glass. You set your previous one beside you as you took a sip of the one he handed you. 

“I’m not. I’m enjoying myself,” you replied, though your voice betrayed you. He chuckled, lighting a cigarette with a relaxed posture. 

“Glad to hear it, my dear.” The word landed differently now. You turned toward him, meaning only to smile. Instead, you froze. Your gaze drifted downward without permission, tracing the line of his mouth, the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw that led to the rest of his facial hair. Heat flushed your cheeks, your breath shallow as something honest and unguarded surfaced in your eyes.

Sanji felt it immediately. His smile faltered. He straightened, concern flashing across his face. 

“Hey. Are you alright?” He leaned closer, his thumb touching your chin.  “Do you need something? You look…”

Understanding dawned slowly, breathtakingly. His breath caught as realization washed over him. This was not tolerance. It wasn’t patience nor was it playful indulgence.

It was wanting. You didn’t lean away from his touch, instead you leaned into it. 

“Woah, y/n…what?” Sanji’s usual confidence crumbled, replaced by awe so raw it left him momentarily speechless. For the first time, he saw himself reflected in someone else’s desire, and it stunned him. Your lips tucked inside themselves as you swiftly stood up. You couldn’t wait any longer, the ache was so deep that it felt impatient. It was boiling you alive and you needed him to relieve the pain it caused. But most of all, you wanted him to know you so deeply since he did so much for others. The kindness, the gentleness he so instinctively gave was intoxicating and you craved it. Your hands found their way down to his wrist and you yanked him up, demanding him to follow you. 

“What’s going on?,” Sanji’s words were breathless, as if he was just simply overwhelmed with you grabbing his hand. You shoved your bodies into the darkened kitchen, your legs trudding towards the kitchen table. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought there were drums in your ears. Your heart was beating so fast, that when you turned to face Sanji, you could barely focus. You two were stumbling into the kitchen, small curses leaving his mouth followed by chuckles slipping from him. 

As you turned towards him, your hands gripped his forearms tightly. Your body swayed from the speed of your turn, causing you to pull him close. 

“I want us to have sex. Like, right now,” You said softly, your words barely coming out as your gaze met him in the dark. Even in the shadows, you were still able to see his eyes widen and the heat that fluttered to his face spread from ear to ear. 

“What did you say, my love?” The air was so thick between you and you felt like you were about to suffocate. Maybe it was the alcohol or it was your nerves, either way you felt so incredibly weak to your knees. You wanted to just melt, your thighs pressing harder together just hearing him call you that. Simply, he admired you by just looking at you and you were itching to know what he would be like if he had all of you. It was faint, but you felt his hands grab you back but there was the slightest trembling to his touch. You said what you needed to say, what you have been wanting to say for weeks. Your heart was longing for a certain touch you never had, fantasizing about things that can only go so far in your imagination. You needed the real thing. 

“I need you, Sanji,” You began to explain, this time you felt your composure crumble down. It almost came out like a whine, a desperate call that only he was able to fulfill and it made his grip around your arms more steady. The pounding in your chest was making you weak, your nerves on fire from the thought of having sex in the kitchen. You started not caring if someone walked in on you two, there was no way you couldn't go to the girl’s quarters.

“I…I just been thinking about things, about you. And sex…and I heard it makes you close with someone and… and I just want that so badly with someone and-” You couldn’t even finish what you were saying without your face burning. Internally, you were thanking god for the lights being off because you didn’t think you would be able to recover from this if you were able to see him clearly. There was another moment of silence, a space you didn’t know how to fill other than looking up at him with pleading eyes. 

“I just need you, right now.” 

“You…need me?” His voice cracked out, as if the awe was slipping into him. Surprise couldn’t describe what he was feeling, a sensation of gratitude overwhelmed him and he was practically like a dog. He needed to make sure he wasn’t hearing things, that the blood wasn’t rushing so fast that he misheard you. For the longest time he has been the one fawning over women, begging for some sort of attention. He wanted to practically sing and announce to the whole world you wanted him but he saw you in your moment of need. He noticed your thighs twisting, pressing into each other as he stood in front of you, your body reacting to an ache you couldn’t satisfy on your own. Eyes heavy lidded with the seductive desire for him, for the privacy sleeping with someone can give two people. You were a mess, way more than he ever thought someone could get for him. He, out of anyone, would understand that feeling: the ache he couldn’t release and he wanted to, so desperately, make you feel better. Watching your head nod in response made his shoulders relax, like if he was dissolving into you. 

His brows furrowed as a quivering sigh escaped his lips, leaning down towards your mouth. He planted his lips against yours deeply, his hands finding their way to the sides of your face. He wanted to be a knight in shining for a princess for so long, and in this moment he knew he could. 

“I got you,” he said lowly into your lips as your hands slid across his chest to the back of his neck. Your body hit against the kitchen table, making you gasp slightly. Before you could even apologize, he lowered himself slightly before fully picking you up and placing you on the edge of the kitchen table. He was hungry, eagerness consuming him as lips began to trail to your neck. His hands shook as he gripped your legs and he fell further into your body when he felt your knees trembling. He was equally out matched in the yearning department, your body in much more of a disarray. 

You wanted to just take your panties off right then and there, just the shift in his demeanor alone was doing it for you. As expected, you knew he was able to take care of you but you still worried if he was going to be able to do so without losing too much blood. Shivers slid down your spine when you felt his lips on your collarbone, just inches away from your breast. Suddenly, the warm droplets fell from his nose and he cursed slightly as he rubbed it away. Your hands found their way to his face and made him look at you. He was closer now, so even in the dark you were able to see him. 

He was beautiful, his eyes sparkling in a way that was dazed just for you. His breath was heavy as he looked at you, a feigning need taking over him. But you sensed his embarrassment, his need to over perform for something he didn’t have to try so hard for. Suddenly, as if you were possessed, you leaned over and licked his upper lip to clean some of the blood off. A soft moan left your mouth as you touched his lips with your fingers. He didn’t have to overdo it, he just just needed to show he was able to and you needed to show him that. You wanted all of him, mess and all. He was awestruck, not even knowing what to say to you other than one thing: “good god,”. It was an absolute mess. 

In a frenzied haze, his hands found their way up your skirt and towards the nook of your panties. His thumb found its home right on the center and he whimpered into your neck when he realized how wet you were. You didn’t know what to do or what to say, your brain being clouded by aroused thoughts. In a circular motion over the fabric, Sanji’s thumb moved around your clit. One of your hands gripped his shoulder while the other covered your mouth. 

“Is this okay, mon amour?” He whispered near your ear, his words trembling with both admiration and nerves. Sanji just wanted to make you feel good and that meant absolutely no mistakes, he needed to know how he was doing and if he was doing anything wrong. He wanted to learn your body the same way he knew his way around the kitchen. Hearing your brief moans for him made him want to make sure he was absolutely perfect for you, to serve you the best way he could. You were only able to nod, a quivering ‘yes” fleeing your lips. You scooted towards his touch, wanting more than what he was giving on. The wetness on the other side of the fabric began to seep through, making Sanji moan between the gaps of his lips kissing your neck. He leaned away from you for a second, his eyes focused right on your exposed panties. He hated that he couldn’t see you right, but he knew, if he shifted you at just the right angle, that the moon light would be able to guide him. His hands gripped around your hips and he twisted just slightly, just enough for the shimmering glimmers to illuminate your lower half. 

He glanced at you, his nose trickling with blood, as you shuttered against his touch. 

“I…I just want to make you f-feel good,” he slurred, it was like he was drunk just looking at you, feeling the wetness on his thumb intoxicating him. You leaned forward and grabbed his face again to lock lips with him, your tongue slipping inside his mouth. The irony taste of his blood made your mouth tingle and your touch jump. Your hands started to make their way to your panties as you slid them off, the fabric hitting the ground beside you. When Sanji noticed that they were gone, his hands went up your skirt again wanting to touch your wet folds. His middle finger glided in just fine, making you both moan. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to make it, just kissing you felt like a dream come true but doing this felt like he was in heaven. Sanji felt like he was going to explode by just touching you, feeling you squirm as his finger slid in and out like butter. Your head tilted back slightly as the euphoric feeling bubbled in your stomach, his thumb working a way around your clit at the same time. 

In all honesty, you didn’t think it was possible for him to know how to do what he was doing. He rarely saw him with another girl and wondered how he learned how to do what he was doing to you. However, your mind began to slip as you felt the heat between your legs crawling to your stomach. He seemed feverish, his free hand desperately unbuckling his belt. He gripped on the strap and yanked it out with forceful ease with a grunt leaving him as it came out. As if the air was being restricted, easing his waist band he sighed. Pulling away from his lips, you glanced down as he lowered his waistband, revealing his boxers first. Your eyes wandered down his happy trail that teased you, the flush on your face becoming more and more unbearable. 

The nerves fluttered in your stomach as you made eye contact with Sanji. He was so indulged with you that he wasn’t able to focus on one part of you. He didn’t care if or when you’ve done this before because frankly, he just knew that it was with him right here, right now. A sense of honor and pride looming in his chest blossomed when he felt your knees knock into each other, indicating how well he was doing. You let out a whimper as you cupped his face, bringing him back to you. The tingling in your stomach was rising, you were so close. 

“I need you to go s-slow,” you huffed, your moans wanting to erupt from you and he nodded, his eyes still drawn to you like a magnet. Gently, his fingers slipped out and a trail lingering on his fingers. Sanji, who looked like he was going to collapse, pulled his shirt off over his back and wiggled the waist band of his boxers lower. He was throbbing, the ache between his own legs was hot and needing you the same way you needed him. His hands slid on the side of your exposed thighs, leading right to your ass. He pulled you closer to the edge of the table, his thumbs pressing firmly on the start of your hips. A gasp escaped your lips when his tip rested right on the entrance of your wet folds. His hands were shaking, his brows furrowed, his breathing heavy and fast. Sanji was trying so hard to keep it together, the blood trickling from his nose sliding to his chin. His eyes looked at you with so much admiration as if he was waiting for you to say the word. He was gentle that way. Your legs rested on his forearms, firm and strong. Slowly, one of your hands slid right on top of his, wanting to also calm your shaking fingers whereas the other one reached over towards him. Firmly, your hand wrapped around his cock, stroke him slowly. 

He hitched forward, a low groan leaving his lips as he looked down. His jaw shifted downwards, leaving his mouth hanging open slightly. He was practically trying to get more air and swallowing seemed impossible. The feeling rested all over him, in his chest and his throat, he wanted to explode. He looked back at you when you placed him right back where he was with you, his body instinctively shoving himself inside of you. The both of you groaned, your hand covering your mouth. He rested inside you for a moment, his jumping flesh kissing the soaking walls it snuggled in. 

“How did I get…S-so lucky?” He whimpered out as he started to thrust inside of you, his hands tight around your hips. There was a sense of disbelief radiating from the two of you, both out of surprise that you were literally doing this in the kitchen. There was amusement in that, a giggle slipping from your mouth between moans. This was so much fun. A breathless chuckle came from the back of his throat, his hips pumping faster into you. Instinctively, your legs flinched to his shoulders. You felt yourself unraveling and embarrassment swelling in. 

‘No way, not yet’ you begged to yourself, your hands flying to your face. Moans spilled from you like water, not caring about how loud you were at this point. All you were able to focus on was Sanji slamming into you at this point. The once gentle thrust turned into something aggressive, something he wasn’t able to control. Compliments sprouted from his mouth subconsciously, words of affirmation and praise as he went further and further, pounding into your cervix. 

“Thank you, thank you so much!” he groaned out, his grunts tight between teeth. The need that rested in him, the one that clouded his judgment 9 times out of 10 in his day to day life, was being fulfilled here. He was presently inside a beautiful woman who he spent most of this day with and now, his cock was carving its way through her. 

“You’re so beautiful…Damn it-”His pants became erratic, whimpers slipping through his clenched jaw. His head shook slightly and you knew, you saw it in his face through the blood landing on your stomach that he was almost there. You felt yourself tightening and you yelped as his hand shot towards your breast. He swiftly lifted up your shirt and shoved his hand inside your bra. 

“I-I’m so close,” You moan out, your eyes shutting tightly as the feeling surged through your spine. It was hitting the pit of your stomach, swelling and throbbing with each thrust he planted in. Almost in sync, a sea of moans and groans resonated between you two as he planted harder thrust, making you yelp and tear up. Suddenly, it struck your core before you had the chance to tell him to prepare him. All you were able to do was squeeze your eyes shut and cover your mouth as a borderline scream escaped your mouth. You tried hard to cover it, you really did, but you failed as your orgasm came out muffled in your hands. 

“Oh my god-” Sanji sniveled out as his hips buckled, his cum shooting sharp and hot inside of you. It was fast but goodness, you two were incredibly out of breath. You rested your back on the table, your head resting as you tried to catch your breath. When you looked at Sanji, you saw a shaken man, blood spilling from his nose, as a smile creeped on his lips. Blinking fast, you let out a soft hum. You two stared at each other, cheeks red and hot as he pulled himself out. 

“I uhm..Thank you,” You mumbled out as he adjusted himself, pulling up his pants and boxers. He flashed you a smile, leaning over and giving you the softest kiss on the cheek. His hand rested on your face and looked back at you. It was like he was looking at a painting, a look so sincere that you were shocked with how composed he was. He went to grab a small kitchen towel that he graciously made damp for you. His hands began to clean you up, his hands so deliberate and delicate. 

“No, thank you. I’m the lucky one here,” Sanji said as he bent over and gave you your panties back, to which you shamelessly put back on. At this point, it felt natural. You sat fully straight up at the edge of the table, hands resting on your sides and he was leaned forward. His hands rested on top of yours, his words coating you with charm. You two shared a night of soft kisses and hours of soft conversation. 

The next day at breakfast, everyone sat at the same table. Your body rested in the spot your body laid and you felt your cheeks already getting hot. You felt awkward at first, the only thought in your mind was how grateful you were that Sanji cleaned it before you two went to bed. However, when everyone got their food and drinks, Sanji leaned over from behind as he rested a cup of coffee in front of you. 

“There you go, Gorgeous,” he said near your ear, his words still holding their heat. His hand gave your shoulder a squeeze as he sat down right next to you. You flashed him a smile, your lips connecting with your coffee mug as you both stared at each other briefly. Your knees leaned towards him under the table, his hand resting on the exposed skin softly. You finally understood the silent understanding of being intimate with someone and it truly was exciting. 

[jessssss-08]

Shut It: Zoro x F!Reader

You love to rage bait your favorite swordsman, you just didn’t think it’ll end up with with you screwing outside

rating: smut. NSFW + fluff. minors dni

warning: sexual intercourse and some (v) foreplay. Flustered Zoro. Maybe second hand embarrassment? idk.

word count: 3.9k

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Zoro was not a soft boyfriend, at least not in the ways that other boyfriends may have been.

He didn’t trail after you or pepper you with words he didn’t know how to dress up. He didn’t make grand declarations or cling in public. When it came to it, however, he would do things that were small to show you he was thinking of you. When he would drink, Sake cups appeared in his hand the way swords did. When he was with you, he never offered outright. He just nudged the bottle closer across the table, pretending he wasn’t watching to see if you’d take it. You always got the first sip if you wanted it. He still drank most of it. His tolerance was ridiculous, but sharing was instinctive. Quiet. Intimate. Something he didn’t do for just anyone.

If you asked him to grab something for you, he scoffed every time.

“You got legs,” he’d mutter but then he’d stand up anyway.  He never made a show of it, never announced he was going. He just returned a minute later and dropped whatever you wanted into your lap like it had always been his plan. You always got your way with him, whether he realized it or not. 

If you thanked him, he would nod. If you smiled at him, he looked away with a blush coating his cheeks softly. This is because Zoro was rude by default, but deep down he was shy by habit. He complained constantly about a lot of things like the heat, about the noise that Luffy or Usopp would make when he was trying to nap. About you distracting him when he would train. But his hand always found the small of your back in crowded places. He would always steer you out of harm’s way without asking. His loyalty wasn’t loud, it was automatic.

 Zoro was physically affectionate in ways he never acknowledged: his hand would rest on your knee while he drank. When you would lay your head against his shoulder, he would stay perfectly still so you wouldn’t have to adjust. 

In public, he’d let you do the talking. In Taverns, markets and new islands. Zoro stood behind you or just off to your side, arms crossed, half lidded eye scanning the area while you handled conversation. He hated small talk and you knew it. So you spoke for the both of you, and he trusted you enough to let you. You tend to be more extroverted, something he admired about you from afar. You two just worked so well together, complimenting each other in so many different ways. 

Loving Zoro wasn’t loud or poetic. It was built from shared silence, half-empty sake bottles, and the certainty that no matter where the world tilted, he’d plant his feet and keep you standing beside him. And when he was on watch, he let you join him. That’s why one night you decided to climb up to the watch tower, you stumbled in with a cheerful hum and smile.

The ladder creaked softly as you climbed into the watch tower, the night air cooler up there. Zoro sat where he always did, sword within reach, back against the beam, posture relaxed but alert. A blanket laid across his legs, to keep him warm from the chilly sea air. He glanced at you once, eye sharp, then went back to scanning the horizon.

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” he said.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t” You sat beside him anyway, legs stretching out in front of you.

“Figures.” He huffed.

Your eyes practically sparkled as you looked at him, a game bubbling in your stomach. You were dying to mess with him, just to see him get riled up simply because you barely saw him today. He was training most of the day and you were running errands with Nami on the previous island the ship was docked at. However, you did have a small peep at him when he was training and saw something quite humorous, and you thought it would be a great way to tease him. His eyes moved to the side, catching your gaze and he immediately squinted. 

“What?” He grumbled out, his words were hesitant because he sensed you were up to no good. You flashed a sly smile before cocking your head to the side. You took a deep and leaned against his arm. Gently curling around his massive biceps, your arms wrapped around him. Your chin rested, a little giggle escaping your lips as you spoke. 

“Oh nothing, I just wanted to check in on you after what happened when you were training today,” His head fully turned towards you, looking down on you. His brows bucked down and his nose twitched slightly and that's when it appeared: the faintest hue of crimson hitting his tanned skin. 

“Don’t start,” Zoro warned but you had already started to laugh. He started to get flustered, his words leaving his mouth before he could process.

“Stop laughing! You’re going to regret it,” He said firmer, his voice raising with embarrassment but your laughs started to drown him out. 

Earlier, just before dinner, Zoro was in the training room with Luffy and Usopp. The three were simply working out together just like they usually did when they were bored and wanted to spend some time together. Suddenly, as Luffy was sparring with him, there was the sound of ripping clothes. The one day Zoro decided to wear an older pair of gym shorts, a pair that was just a little bit too tight, they decided to rip right across his thighs. The boys broke out laughing, except Zoro of course. Luffy called him a can of cinnamon rolls since his thigh muscles bursted through his pants. He was red, his ear tips burning as he shouted at the two boys to stop talking. Just thinking about it made you laugh since you remember seeing them rip. You were just going to pop in and say hi but decided not to, not wanting to embarrass him even more. However, you knew you were going to bring it up later to mess around. 

“Oh come on, it was so funny! My big man~,” 

One second you were smirking, the next his hand was on your chin, broad palm warm and firm, his fingers pressing just enough to still you. Not rough. Not gentle. Intentional.

“Shut. it,” he said quietly, his words dripping with irritation. Then he pulled you in and kissed you. It was decisive, controlled, all pent-up heat finally given direction. You gasped as he pushed you back, the wood of the watch tower solid beneath you as your shoulders met the floor. He followed immediately, bracing himself over you, body a solid weight that made your breath catch.

You made a small sound against his mouth, surprised despite yourself, and that was all it took. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you down, your butt resting against his crotch and your thighs resting on his. The way he looked at you was one you were familiar with, a flustered expression with annoyance mixed in. You felt so accomplished because that's the exact expression you wanted from him. His brows furrow, his thumbs pressing down on the exposed skin on your waist. You felt the heat radiating off his hands but before you could make another comment, he leaned in and kissed you, forcing you to press further into his crotch. It was a deepened kiss, one of which was dripping with desire and eagerness.

Your hands pushed him slightly off of you, your lips curved in a smile. 

“Someone is feisty today! Are you sure you want to move around so much? I wouldn’t want your pants to rip again,” You teased out, a giggle slipping from your lips. 

“I told you to shut it,” he huffed out, his voice low as his fingers found his way up your shirt. Squeezing firmly, his hand wrapped around your breast causing you to yelp softly. A smirk lingered on his face as he looked at you, your giggle shifting to a gasp. Now he was the one that was making your face red. Seeing you like this was satisfying for him, he always liked to win and he knew exactly how to. Without warning, his hand slipped out from under your top and tugged the shirt off his back exposing his bare chest. Zoro tossed his shirt to the side and chuckled as he began to kiss your neck. Your eyes widened as the heat grew hotter in your face, a moan begging to come out. You knew what was about to happen next. 

“Here?! Seriously?” You gasped out as his teeth sunk against the side of your neck. You knew your boyfriend was intense but come on, in the watch tower? 

“You played too much, now it’s my turn” he replied quickly but his words were sloppy as his lips found your mouth again. Accepting defeat, your arms slid across his chest and wrapped around the back of his neck. Your hips buckled, adjusting to the position he successfully pinned you in. Firm hands met your bottoms, tugging at the top and pulling them all the way down. Maybe it was the chill of the sea air or maybe it was the fact he wanted to see you squirm under his touch, but he was quicker this time around. Kissing your neck, his left hand found its way making its home in your underwear, his fingers slipping into your folds. He was trying to get his pay back. 

Zoro may be directionally challenged but the one thing he knew how to get around was your body. It was mapped out in his muscle memory, after countless times of training with you in similar situations. He hummed and shook his head slightly when he felt you were already wet, he just couldn’t believe you were turned on by him getting annoyed. His middle finger slipped right in, making you yelp and ease. He inched away from you, his gaze meeting yours. You were so bothered, your temperature making your face completely pink and helpless.

“Look who’s the red one now,” he teased, his words low. Ironic since he was also flushed, his chest rising with a tugging pull of just wanting to go all out. He hated to admit it, but you made him insane. Everything about you constantly made him want more, but he wasn’t the type of guy to express that. As nonchalant as Zoro was, he was a foolish man who just desired you. Especially when you were like this, wet and ready. He was steady for a while, his fingers preparing you for him. He was looking at you, so intently. He was watching your eyes and your lips, craving the expression that came from you each time his finger slid in and out. 

Oddly, you felt embarrassed. This was intimate in a way that felt more exposed than normal but in the best way possible. Your hands slid up, trying to cover your face but they were pulled up and pinned above your head. Zoro simply shook his head, it was slight but it was there. The heat in your stomach coiled, curling against your core. With no other way of covering up, your eyes instinctively closed. Zoro’s brows furrowed as he connected his lips against yours again. 

‘Oh my God,’ Your mind was racing, fluttering from the excitement he was laying on you. A low, satisfied groan let his throat as he slid his finger out of you. He bit your lower lip softly, before pulling away. His hands tugged at the bottom of your shirt, his eyes telling you exactly what to do. With sudden movement, he grabbed your sides and pulled you up in a position where you were sitting on his lap. His eyes were focused and that sent shivers down your spine. With a whimper, you pulled your shirt off and before you even had a chance to unclip your own bra, his hands were already on the hook and eyes. His right hand was swift, unclipping it. His fingers knew how to navigate everything about you, it’s a steady practice he took with serious care. The way he was looking at you made you melt, your stomach swam with such a warm intensity. It was softer, somehow more gentle than his usual glance. He didn’t say anything, he only acted. He wasn’t joking around anymore. 

He made some space for him to wiggle off his pants, setting you back down on the watch tower’s chill floor. At this point, you both were aching to get started. The once silly game you were trying to play slipped your mind, fleeing faster than the desire to tease him ever came. When his trousers slipped down, along came his boxers. He leaned his body close so you could feel his rubbing against you. Your knees instinctively touched his sides, quivering for him to just pull in. Warm, everything was so warm when he was against you. Zoro’s arms braced themselves on the ground near your shoulders, a slow sway coming over his hips. Accepting your request, he eased himself inside because he knew how you always needed him to be gentle. At least at first. 

At the same time, you both winced in relief as he began to thrust. It was slow and deliberate, just the way you needed it but in all the ways he needed to restrain himself. It was torture for him but man, did he love feeling you unfold. 

Your arms flung themselves underneath his, reaching for his back and shoulder blades. Moans slipped from your lips like water, some quieter than others. You didn’t want the others to hear you, even though you were so high up in the air. In reality, you only wanted him to hear you. As his hips began to pick up the pace, so did your whimpers and yelps. With a hiss, he shot himself up and gripped your waist, thrusting with more intensity and control. He needed to see you, see your face become brighter with each time he pumped himself in you. 

A grin crept on his face with a breathless chuckle. He was satisfied seeing you fail, your confidence being nothing more but putty in his hands. He never understood why you tried to tease him, he was the one that had the upper hand the most of the time. However, one can dream. You were a mess, your hands trailing up to your mouth as you locked eyes with him. He was so divine, his abs and pecks carved from the lantern flames and moonlight. How did you get so lucky?

“I..I told you, you’ll regret it,” he grunted out, this time his thrust knocking into you harder and his grunts in sync with your moans. He shouldn’t have said that because a louder hitched moan slipped from your lips, and he felt you wanting to release.  And he couldn’t hold it back much longer. That nonchalant facade always came off at this point, he knew that. He swallowed hard as an exhale quivered from his lips. He shook his head and glanced down, his eyes shutting tight, as if he was trying to stop himself. However, he was weak to you. All that talk and acting so tough, but in reality he was just as down bad as you.

A curse slipped from his lips as he started to thrust faster and each time with a deeper intensity than the last, skin slapping against each other. He was becoming sloppy from the euphoric sensation. His grip around your waist tightened briefly until he lowered himself down to you, flinging your hands away from your mouth to lock lips with you. The feeling was too much for you, moans and whimpers just slipping out in a sloppy mess. He felt himself coming undone, his eyes shutting tightly as a louder groan came from him. He found his lips slipping away from yours and resting near the side of your face. His deep and stagnant groaning entered your ear, his fist clenched hard. 

“I can’t-!” You squealed out lowly, feeling yourself tighten around him. That’s all he needed, he wanted to finish with you. His arms went back to the side near your head to try to hold himself up as you both reached climax, his lips planting a stiff and firm kiss near your ear. As he slowed down, a heavy exhale exited from his nose and tickled your ear. It may not have been long, but your heart was beating as if you ran a marathon. He lowered himself on you lightly, his body indicating his exhaustion. Shoulders releasing the built up tension, relaxing slightly. 

A soft chuckle came from your as your arms held him, embracing him as he pulled out. A shiver went down your legs as the cool air swept between you two. He pulled the blanket he had near him earlier over the two of you and flipped you over, where you laid on top of him. His breathing heavy, his face just absolutely red under tan skin. He swallowed as he planted a kiss on your forehead, his words in his usual cunning tone.

“Don’t mess with me again,” He joked, his smirk crawling to his face.

“No promises!” You teased out. With a gentle sigh, you laid your cheek against his chest and leaned into the warmth of his body. You closed your eyes to rest but before you knew it, you heard snores coming from his mouth.

'No Way' you thought as you glanced up. His eyelids shut, sleep coating over Zoro like it was a spell and you were the witch that caused it. Watching him be at peace, it caused a gentle smile to curl against your lips. Only he would fall asleep that quickly but it was so adorable to you. Luckily, you were energized from your encounter and decided to keep watch for the night instead. However, that didn’t mean you couldn’t lay up with your favorite swordsman. 

The ocean waves were like a lullaby in the deep blue sea. You two laid there for the rest of the night, hearts beating as one as they always did.