I like to imagine that D.Va would have a hard time accepting her crushes on other people sometimes. I feel like a major part of her personality and character is that she believes she has to be the defender of her home country — she doesn't have time for anything else, especially relationships.
That's what she tells herself whenever she starts feeling a crush coming on.
So, she tends to push those feelings away, snuffing them out before they have the chance to flourish into something she fears she wouldn't be able to control.
Then she meets Luffy. As she gets to know him, that feeling sneaks up on her again, and she finds herself having a harder and harder time keeping those feelings at bay.
puru, puru, puru—anon's callin'! ─=≡Σ((( つ＞＜)つ (this was a requested fic!) fluffy fluff, no use of y/n, neutral reader, kisses, eustass kidd trynna flirt a little bit, that who framed roger rabbit scene is the whole plot of this fic lol, short n sweet
“seriously, what do you see in that guy?”
the question does little to surprise you. in fact, you were used to it by now. you’ve heard this question many times before— people had plenty of colorful opinions about your relationship with luffy. however, most didn't dare pry about it; they knew better than to earn themselves the ill will of an emperor of the sea. even if said emperor was nothing but an idiot.
a slow smiles pulls at your face, you turn your head up to glance at the man who’d asked—eustass kidd. now that you know that it’s coming from him, the bold question surprise you even less. you take your time to respond, languidly taking another sip of your drink.
you didn’t think you turned that many heads. so much so that one the infamous worst generation pirates was also left perplexed.
“i didn’t know you cared about this type of thing...jealous?” you tease, giggling against the rim of your cup.
kidd scoffs loudly “tch! don’t test me, princess. s’not like i care much.” he recovers quickly, from the little you know of him thanks to the alliances your groups have shared, you know he was quick to bounce back and never let others get the upper hand on him.
“you’re obviously out of his league. m’just wondering what a numbskull like him can do to pull someone,” he glances at you, eyes raking you up and down “like you.” a smirk plays at his lips.
unfazed, you look on ahead at your captain and his shenanigans. now that the skirmish is over the crews are having a blast—a noisy banquet, the smell of food wafting through the room and loud cheers, a mix of crew mates drunkenly singing a jumbled mess of lyrics and loud drunken conversations. or rather drunken arguments, you can't quite tell.
luffy, as always, is somehow in the centre of it all. or maybe he only is to you. he’s showing off some silly trick you’d shown him earlier that week with a spoon, but he keeps using brute force and bending it in half, to ussop’s confusion, zoro’s irritation and killer’s flabbergasted laughter. luffy laughs through it all, as usual.
then his eyes meet yours, he always manages to find you despite the chaos. like you were the centre of his world, too. his face brightens. he beams at you, you can even spot something stuck in between his teeth, but the brightness of his smile doesn’t seem to care for that.
you wave softly, smiling back, and he waves back excitedly with both arms. you giggle.
next to you, you hear the red haired captain scoffs “yeurgh,” he gags in disgust.
“well, it’s simple really,” you smile, looking up at the man.
“he makes me laugh.”
kidd looks down at you, perplexed and jaw dropping like he wants to argue.
luffy calls for you loudly before he can ask anymore, though.
you look away from him for half a second and he’s ended up in a conga line with some new pirate friends with chopsticks up his nose, stretching his face out ridiculously.
“HOME HANCE WIF EEEEEE!! (COME DANCE WITH ME!!)” he yells, practically incomprehensible, without waiting for a response his arm stretches out to wrap around your middle.
“sorry, but that’s my queue,” you giggle, smiling at the shocked pirate captain “see ya!”
luffy starts pulling and you don’t stop him, jogging a little to keep up with his pace. he’s mindful enough not to yank you towards him like he usually would because of the overwhelming crowd. of course that doesn’t stop him from snatching you up snug and tight when you’re close enough to him. idiotic as he is, he tries to get a kiss with the chopsticks still horrifically stretching his face out.
you snort, tugging them out. he yelps and shakes his head like a dog shaking off rain after a walk, and it makes you laugh again.
“hiya!” luffy grins, wrapping both arms tightly around you now, conga line forgotten for now. he leans in to press a wet kiss to your cheeks, your nose, your mouth.
“hi, luffy.” you respond, grabbing his ever moving face by the cheeks to press a small kiss to his nose. small, simple, sweet. and he breaks out into so much joy you’d think he’d found the one piece.
“c’mon, dancing !” he cheers pulling your still wrapped up frame along with him clumsily. and you follow, not like you have much of a choice, but still laughing as you stumble all the way.
Yearning for Strawbunny except Luffy’s such a yearner.
Like I’m really tempted to get a c0mm where they’re napping or lying down or something and Luffy’s CLINGING to Hana. 😭
Like she’s chill, lying on her back and fast asleep while he’s lying on top of her, ( I like to headcanon that Luffy’s favorite pillow is, in fact, Hana ) with his face pressed into her chest or her belly while he sleeps.
And his arms are wrapped so tight around her like he’s afraid she might disappear in the middle of their nap or something. 😭
Grrrr I love making AUs of my silly little ship I have a bajillion of them they’re so much fun. They’re my little Barbie’s that I make kiss and smooch.
(i did my best to find the artist but to no avail 💔)
(cw: fem lesbian luffy, vibrator, cunnilingus, overstimulation, est relationship, missed orgasm, praise, aftercare)
(a/n: hiiii so i fantasize about this all the time. plz enjoy this fic that was ripped straight from my clit)
words: 1.1k
“Whoa, holy fuck!” Luffy’s whole body jolts in pleasure as the vibration hits her clit. You grin, holding the bullet in place. Luffy arches and twists as she gasps out ragged expletives: “Shit! That’s—fuck!—that’s so weeeiird!” She dissolves into giggles, wriggling around so much that you have to keep chasing her clit.
“Hold still!” You grab her left knee to hold it open, trying to keep her in place. Luffy bucks her hips, then squeals as she tries to get away.
“Y/n! It’s so much!” She gasps, and then she places her bare foot on your shoulder and shoves you away.
“Baby!” You protest, the bullet buzzing in your hand. You switch it off. Luffy keeps her foot on your shoulder, her gold anklet glinting in the lamplight. The little beetle charm dangles off the chain. You touch her ankle. “Are you okay?”
Luffy is panting, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah. I came.”
You burst into a laugh of disbelief. “That wasn’t your orgasm face at all! You looked scared!”
Luffy hides her face in her elbow. “Shut up! It felt weird, okay?!” She pouts her pretty lips out.
“Sorry, sorry,” you relent, lifting her foot up so you can delicately kiss her ankle. She peeks at you from under her elbow.
“Can I use it on you?”
You toss the bullet onto her stomach. “Do your worst, pirate king.”
Then Luffy is grinning, shooting up from the bed to push you down onto it. Your head hits the foot of the mattress, and she’s already spreading your legs before you’ve gotten your bearings. Her hair is all fluffy and messy, her face still flushed from her orgasm. She dives down to taste you, the glutton that she is, and your eyes flutter closed at the familiar pleasure. She eats you out so much it’s strange when her face isn’t between your thighs.
“Lu-Luffy!” You complain, “Vibrator, remember?”
“Oh yeah!” She pops off your clit, lips wet, and grabs the toy. She fiddles with the on button for a second before it buzzes to life in her hand. “Whoa!” She giggles as it almost leaps right off her palm. Then she’s forcing it between your major lips and pressing hard on your sensitive clit.
“Seas, Luffy! Softer!!” You cry out, jumping away from the overstimulation. “Didn’t you just feel how intense it is?!” You glare up at her. She just smiles.
“Shishi, sorry!”
Luffy goes back in with a gentler hand, this time lightly tapping it on your clit. “How’s that?” She visibly swallows the spit in her mouth. Her dark eyes are half-lidded and curious, her tan skin glowing in the orange light.
“Better,” you allow, wiggling your hips to get more comfortable. The tip of the bullet is just slightly to the left of where you’d like it. “Go right a bit,” you instruct, and Luffy follows.
“Here?” She asks, voice lowered. She circles it, trying to find the right spot and tease you at the same time. She’s maddening in bed.
“Harder,” you nod, and she pushes farther. This time the bullet hits home, and you’re shaking in no time.
You take a while to cum, a fact Luffy has seen as a challenge since day one. She’s learned your ins and outs, does her very best, but sometimes that high still eludes you. That’s part of why you suggested a toy in the first place. Luffy usually prefers skin on skin, hands and mouths and wet, glossy pussies, but she agreed to try this with you.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, lips reddened and parted. You give a faint smile in return, trying to focus on the pleasure. Luffy just lets you, slowly pressing and then pulling back, circling the toy and inching it up and down your clitoral hood.
“That’s it,” she breathes, “Just feel it.”
Minutes pass, nothing but the sounds of your panting and the toy buzzing filling the room. Luffy murmurs quiet praises, all, “So pretty, look at you, taking the toy so well,” She eventually lies down to kiss your thighs and stomach as she plays with you. “My baby, so pretty, doing so good,” she nips at the fat of your thigh. She licks a stripe up your stretch marks.
Luffy dips the toy into your entrance, teasing in and out. You shudder at the feeling: all buzzy and intense.
“Careful, it might get stuck,” you crane your neck to see what she’s doing. The toy doesn’t have a base, not really meant for internal use.
“Oh, right.”
She drags it back to your clit, right on target—bullseye, even—and you jolt. That’s it…
“Lu—!” You cry out, doubling over as a quick orgasm sucker punches you in the gut. “Fuck!”
Luffy laughs, and digs the toy deeper against you, pulling a scream from your throat.
“Bastard!” You gasp, squirming to get away. Half the ship probably heard you. “You’re so—mean!” You glare at her (as much as you can), but she just lies on top of you so you can’t run away.
“One more, baby,” she coos, kissing your hip. She strokes the toy up and down your pussy. Luffy flicks her oh-so-innocent eyes up at you, drinking you in like sake. “Please?”
How could you say no?
So you gasp and moan, twitch and spasm, as your captain pleasures you. You honestly should have expected this. Your lover is a stubborn, greedy thing.
“I-I don’t think it’ll happen,” you eventually sigh, and Luffy clicks the toy off. She crawls up your body to place messy kisses all over and around your mouth. She sucks and bites, and kisses some more.
“That’s okay, sweetheart, that’s okay. You did so good for me, I love you so much,” she smooches your cheeks, resting her whole weight on you. And Luffy is solid. Built with wiry muscle—all abs and arms, this one—she’s actually pretty heavy.
“Luffy—crushing!”
“Oh,” she giggles, and pushes off you. Not without another dozen kisses or so. Luffy lifts you up, gathering you into her arms as she sighs in contentment. “You were right. Toys are awesome.”
“Told ya!” You snicker, settling more comfortably in her arms. Luffy is strong. You never feel afraid of her dropping you, or letting you down. She could never disappoint you. Not in a million years.
Luffy snuggles back into the pillows, letting you lie on her chest. Your cheek presses into the soft, small mound of her breast.
“I love you, too,” you whisper back, falling into the immediate comfort of Luffy’s embrace. She’s honestly like a sleeping pill sometimes.
Her hand strokes your hair, slight tingles running down your spine. Your legs are tangled, arms around each other, breaths and heartbeats slowing in tandem. Your pussy is still sensitive from your orgasm-and-a-half. You let out a pleased sigh: this will definitely not be the last time you two play with toys.
On my roleplay account, my DVa is in a relationship with a Luffy, and he gifted her a den den mushi.
She named it Kimchi, and with the newest SBS where Oda talks about how others take care of their den den mushi’s, it got me thinking about how Hana would take care of hers.
But I also can’t help imagining how Hana would call Luffy late at night, unable to sleep because of nightmares or the heavy expectations weighing on her mind.
Luffy’s awake — almost always — so he talks with her.
They talk about everything and nothing all at the same time.
I think Hana can only really sleep well when he’s there with her. It took her a little while to realize it, but she sleeps better in his arms — when he’s in her bed, hugging her tight while she’s snuggled into his chest.
But on those nights when they’re apart — literal universes apart — talking late into the night on the den den mushi definitely helps.
She’s fallen asleep in the middle of their calls more than once.
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