yasss finally someone who writes for my king kin'emon!!!--how are you linking the wano arc so far??? also could I ask for a reaction of the Straw Hats/Allies if you told them you had a wet dream about them? you're choice on the explicitness, thank you mari! 🖖
(Straw Hats & Allies) M!One Piece x Chubby Fem!Reader: You tell them you had a wet dream about them.
content warning/themes (MDNI - 19+ only): established relationship/situationship, sexual tension, implied!sexual intercourse, flirtation/teasing, suggestive dialogue/actions, dirty talk, grinding, neck kissing, mutual attraction, subby barto because I said so
featuring: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, sanji, usopp, franky, trafalgar law, portgas d. ace, sabo, bartolomeo, kin'emon, corazon
a/n: Hey there, thanks for reading my rules and for your request! I haven't gotten too far into the Wano arc yet but I'm enjoying it!! Hope you enjoy!~
Monkey D. Luffy
You didn't know why you said it. Maybe because he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, stealing bites of the snack you'd been saving, looking so utterly unbothered while you were still flushed and restless from a dream that woke you up aching. "Hey Luffy, I had a dream about you last night..." He glanced over, cheeks stuffed. "Yeah? Was I fighting someone cool?" You shook your head. "Not that kind of dream, Luffy." His chewing stopped. You watched the realization travel across his face, slow and then all at once as his eyes went wide. Not going to lie, you were kinda impressed he connected the dots. The food was forgotten. He swallowed hard, "What kind, then?"
"The kind where you were on top of me," you said, surprisingly calm. "The kind where I woke up saying your name." He dropped the snack entirely and closed the distance between you, his hands were on your waist and his forehead was pressed to yours. "Tell me more." His breathing had gone ragged. "Show me what I did..." You opened your mouth to respond but he slammed his lips against you instead. When he pulled back, his pupils were blown wide. "Actually I wanna make it real. Right now."
Roronoa Zoro
He was cleaning his swords when you settled onto the bed behind him, watching the practiced movements of his hands. The words slipped out before you could second-guess them. "I dreamed about you last night." He grunted, not looking up. "Okay. And?" You leaned closer, mouth near his ear. "You had me pinned against the floor and your hand was over my mouth so the crew wouldn't hear." His hands stopped moving. The cloth hovered over the blade, before he slowly set the sword aside and turned his head. "What else."
You felt the tension in the air and your pulse kicked up. "You told me to be quiet," you continued. "But I couldn't, because you were..." You trailed off deliberately. In one fluid motion he twisted and pinned you to the mattress, his body weight pressing you down. "Because. I. Was. What." His voice was rough, his mouth hovering just above yours. "Finish the sentence." You arched up against him, dragging your lips across his jaw. "Why don't you figure it out yourself?~" His control snapped as his lips devoured yours, hungry with want. "You've got a smart mouth," he muttered against your lips, biting the bottom one hard as grinded his hips against yours. "Let's see if you can still use it when I'm done with you."
Sanji
He was plating dinner when you said it all too casually. "You were in my dreams last night." His hands kept moving, arranging garnishes with practiced precision. "Oh? I hope I was cooking you something exquisite, my love." You leaned against the counter, watching him. "Oh you weren't cooking in a literal sense." Something in your tone made him pause. "You had me sitting on this counter. Your head was between my thighs." The plate clattered. His cigarette nearly fell from his lips. When he turned to look at you, his eyes were blown wide and his composure was visibly cracking. "You…" He swallowed. "Could you repeat that?"
"Wish I could, but I woke up before I finished," you added with a little shrug. He abandoned the food entirely, crossing to you in three quick strides, and his hands trembled slightly as they settled on your hips. "That's criminal," he breathed, lifting you onto the counter like you weighed nothing. "An absolute crime against you." He stepped between your thighs, fingers tracing up to the hem of your shorts. "I need to fix this immediately." His mouth dragged along your jaw, your throat, lower. "Tell me everything, every detail." You tangled your fingers in his hair. "I think I'd rather you improvise." He groaned against your shoulder, already sinking to his knees. "Your wish is my command. And I promise you'll finish this time ♥"
Usopp
You waited until he was tinkering with one of his gadgets, tongue poking out in concentration, before you struck. "Hey, Usopp. I had a dream about you." He didn't look up, fiddling with a tiny spring. "Was I saving a whole island? Fighting a sea king? I do that a lot in people's dreams, you know." You hummed, moving closer. "Actuallllyy, you were in my bed. On top of me. Making me say your name over and over." A spring went flying. His whole body froze, and when he finally turned to face you, his cheeks were burning crimson. "You--What--I was--Huh!?"
You could see him short-circuiting. "We didn't make it past you pinning my hands down before I woke up though," you continued, letting your gaze drag down his body and back up. "Such a shame." He made a strangled noise. "You're messing with me. This is a prank! You're pranking me right now!!" You closed the distance between you, backing him against his workbench. "Does this feel like a prank?" You took his hands and placed them on your hips. His fingers gripped reflexively. "Oh god," he whispered, voice cracking. "Oh god, this is real." You leaned in until your lips brushed his ear. "Want to help me see how it ends?~" His hands were already pulling you closer. "I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing but yes, yes, absolutely yes."
Franky
He was adjusting something on his arm, metal clicking into place, when you dropped onto the bench beside him. "Guess what? Had a dream about you last night." He grinned without looking up. "Course you did. Hard not to dream about a SUPER guy like me." You traced a finger along the seam where steel met skin on his bicep. "You had me bent over your workbench. Those big hands of yours holding me so tight I couldn't move." The clicking stopped and he looked at you, behind his sunglasses you could see his eyebrows climbing. "Come again?"
"Didn't make it that far unfortunately..." you implied subtley, pressing your thigh against his. "Woke up right when you were telling me how pretty I looked under you." A full-body shudder ran through him, and when he spoke, "That so?" His massive hand closed over your thigh, squeezing before he lifted you onto his lap, settling you so you could feel exactly what your words had done to him. "Sounds like your subconscious knows what it wants," he said as his mouth found your neck. "And baby, I am a craftsman. I don't leave projects unfinished." Your hips rolled against his and he groaned, grip tightening on your curves. "I'll make sure you get to the SUPER ending this time around."
Trafalgar Law
He was halfway through a medical text when you sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to acknowledge you. He didn't. You expected that. "I had a dream about you last night." His eyes stayed fixed on the page. "Congratulations." You lay back against his pillows, letting your shirt ride up. "You were being so mean in it. Had my wrists pinned above my head with one hand. Kept telling me I had to behave." His reading slowed. You could tell because his eyes stopped moving. "Every time I got close, you'd pull back and wait until I calmed down. Over and over. Hell, I was practically crying by the end..."
Silence stretched. Then he closed the book, removed his hat, and set both aside. "And why are you telling me this because..." His voice was quiet. You recognized that tone and smirked to yourself. "Because I thought maybe you'd want see if you could do better." He moved then, one hand pressing your shoulder, pushing you down into the mattress when you tried to rise. His face hovered above yours, utterly impassive except for the heat in his gaze. "You came in here to tease me." His thumb traced a slow circle against your hip. "Interrupting my reading. Provoking me." His knee pushed your thighs apart. "I don't think you've thought this through..."
Portgas D. Ace
He was sprawled out beside you, half-asleep and radiating heat like a furnace, when you rolled onto your side and poked his cheek. "Hey. I had a dream about you." His eyes cracked open, lazy and unfocused. "Mmm. Good dream?" You traced a finger down his chest, watching goosebumps rise despite the warmth of his skin. "You could say that, you had me pinned against the wall of your cabin. Couldn't keep your hands off of me." He was fully awake now, dark eyes tracking the movement of your fingers. "And you kept telling me how good I felt. Wouldn't let me look away from you the whole time~"
He caught your wandering hand, bringing your fingers to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. The playful grin you expected didn't come, as he watched you intensely instead. "That all?" His voice had dropped lower. "You woke me up just to tell me half a story?" He tugged you closer, rolling so you were beneath him, his muscle and heat pressing you into the mattress. "Seems a bit unfair." His mouth found the hollow of your throat. "I think you need to tell me the rest." You arched into him. "Maaaybee I don't remember the rest." He laughed against your skin, the sound rough and promising. "Then I guess we'll have to make something up as we go." His hips settled between your thighs and your mind went blank. "Don't worry though. I've got plenty of ideas."
Sabo
He was reviewing reports at his desk, gloves off, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and the sight of his bare forearms was what finally made you speak. "Oh yeah, I had a dream about you last night." He hummed, not looking up. "Hopefully not a nightmare." You crossed the room and settled yourself on the edge of his desk, pushing papers aside. That got his attention. "You had me right here. On this desk. Though you wearing more clothes than I would personally prefer." His pen stopped moving. "And you kept your gloves on the whole time."
His eyes lifted to meet yours, and the polite smile he usually wore had vanished entirely. "You're sitting on classified intelligence." His voice was mild, but his gaze wasn't. "I know." You leaned back on your palms, letting your legs fall open just slightly. "Seemed important enough to interrupt." He set the pen down, stood up, and stepped between your knees. His bare hands settled on your thighs, "You came all the way here to tell me about a dream..." One hand slid higher. "Sat on my work..." Higher still. "And now you're all but presenting yourself to me." He leaned in until his mouth brushed your ear. "I think you wanted more than just to talk about it." You grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. "Took you long enough to figure that out." His laugh was soft and heated. "Let me make up for the delay."
Bartolomeo
He was carving your name into the railing of his ship when you found him, adding another heart to the collection already scarred into the wood. His face was flushed, movements frantic, and when he saw you he nearly dropped the knife. "I had a dream about you!!!" he blurted before you could speak. "We were right here under the stars and you were leaning on my shoulder and then I kissed you and it was perfect and then I woke up and I can't stop thinking about it so I had to carve more hearts because--" He ran out of air, chest heaving, ears crimson.
You took the knife from his trembling fingers and set it aside. "That's where yours ended? The kiss?" He nodded desperately. You stepped closer, backing him against the railing, and guided his hands to your hips. "I had the same dream. But mine... didn't stop there." His fingers dug into your curves. "It didn't?" You shook your head slowly, mouth grazing his jaw. "Mine ended with me on top of you. And I woke up praising your name." A broken whine escaped him as he hauled you against him, one hand sliding to the small of your back, the other cupping your face. "Common, I need to know how it goes!" he managed, voice wrecked. "Please--Show me what shoulda happened next." You nipped at his bottom lip. "Only if you'll be a good boy for me."
Kin'emon
He was polishing his blade when you knelt beside him, close enough that your shoulder brushed his. He acknowledged you with a dignified nod, ever the proper samurai. "I dreamt about you last night." His hand paused mid-stroke. "Oh? I hope it was an honorable vision." You let your fingers trail along his knee. "You were very honorable. At first." The cloth stopped moving. "You had loosened my robes yourself. Kept telling me how beautiful I looked spread out beneath you. Called me yours between every kiss." A strangled sound escaped his throat and his ears went pink.
"That is…" He cleared his throat roughly. "That is quite a dream." His composure was cracking, you could see it in the tightness of his jaw, the way his knuckles had gone white around the hilt of his sword. "I couldn't help but wake up wanting," you murmured, leaning closer until your lips brushed the shell of his ear. "Wanting you~♥" The blade clattered to the floor. His hands seized your waist with a desperation that contradicted his carefully maintained dignity, pulling you into his lap. "You should not say such things to a man and expect him to remain composed." His mouth found yours hungerily. "I am bound by honor to make reality exceed your dreams. Allow me to demonstrate my dedication."
Corazon
He was half-asleep on the couch, when you settled on top of him. His eyes cracked open, that gentle smile finding you before he noticed your expression. "I had a dream about you last night." He tilted his head, curious. "You finally stopped being so careful with me. Had me underneath you like I have you right now. Your hands weren't gentle either. And you kept your mouth on my throat so you could feel every sound I made."
He sat up slowly, and you watched him press two fingers to your lips. The world outside went silent, that familiar hush of his power cocooning you both. But inside the bubble, sound remained. "Say that again." His voice was rough from disuse, and the sound of it made your thighs press together. "I want to hear you say it when no one else can." You rolled your hips against his, making his breath catch. "I dreamed about you losing control," you murmured against his jaw. " And I woke up aching for it." His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him. "No one can hear us now, dear." he said, low and intent. "So don't hold back. I want every sound you make."
One Piece (1999-)
-Wano Country Arc-
Ep. 1015 - "Straw Hat Luffy! The Man Who Will Become the King of the Pirates!"
Screenplay: Ryou Yamazaki (山崎亮)
Episode Director/Storyboard: Megumi Ishitani (石谷恵)
Key Animator: Takashi Kojima (小島崇史)
Assistant Episode Director: Kenya Kodama (小玉拳也)
Animation Director(s): Takashi Kojima (小島崇史), Keisuke Mori (森佳祐), Hirotaka Itou (伊藤公崇), Takumi Yamamoto (山本拓美)
