You wake up feeling like absolute garbage, your head pounding, throat raw and scratchy, every joint screaming in protest. The flu has you in a chokehold this time, turning you from your usual lively self into a shivering, pathetic bundle under the blankets. But Nika hasn’t left your side once. She ditched her meetings without a second thought, told everyone she was taking a personal day and planted herself right here with you. Soup simmering on the stove, fresh tissues stacked on the nightstand, cool washcloths rotated every twenty minutes.
Now it’s evening and the fever’s got you drenched in sweat again, pajamas clinging uncomfortably to your skin. Nika notices the second she walks back into the bedroom with a new glass of electrolytes. She’s in those soft gray sweats that cling to her powerful thighs and a loose black t-shirt that shows off the definition in her arms and shoulders…basketball arms that can bench you without breaking a sweat. Her dark eyes flick over you, assessing, concerned.
“You’re burning up again, ljubavi,” she says softly, setting the glass down. Her Croatian accent wraps around the words like a warm blanket. “Shower time. It’ll break the fever, make you feel human. Come on, I’ve got you.”
You manage a weak nod, too wiped to fight her. She slides an arm around your waist, steady and strong, helping you stand. Your legs wobble but she just pulls you closer, letting you lean your full weight into her side as you shuffle to the bathroom. The moment she cranks the hot water, steam begins seeping out already loosening the congestion in your chest. It smells faintly of her eucalyptus body wash…comforting, familiar.
Nika helps you out of the damp clothes with gentle efficiency, no teasing, no lingering touches…just pure care. She strips quickly after, confident and unselfconscious, then steps in behind you. The spray hits your skin like mercy, hot enough to make you sigh in relief. You sway a little, dizzy, so she wraps one arm around your middle to keep you upright, the other reaching for the shampoo.
Her fingers work through your hair in slow, firm circles, massaging your scalp until your eyes flutter closed. You lean back against her chest, feeling the steady thump of her heartbeat, the rise and fall of her breathing. She rinses, then lathers soap over your shoulders, down your arms, across your back…careful, attentive, completely focused on making you comfortable.
The heat, the steam, her body pressed to yours…it all starts waking something up despite how awful you feel. A low, needy ache pools between your legs. You turn your head just enough to catch her eye over your shoulder.
“You know what would actually help me feel better?” you rasp, voice still hoarse but unmistakably suggestive.
Nika’s hands pause on your hips. One dark brow lifts. “More medicine? A nap?” She’s smirking, but there’s caution in her gaze…she knows exactly where your mind’s going.
You slide a hand back, fingers tracing the hard line of her thigh. “Shower sex.”
She exhales a soft laugh that echoes off the tiles, shaking her head. “No, baby. You’re sick. I’m not risking making this worse. I just want you better.” Her tone is firm, protective, the same voice she uses on the court when she’s locking in. She turns you gently to face her, rinsing the last of the soap from your skin with slow, deliberate sweeps of her hands.
You pout, but the fever’s making you bold, reckless. You press closer, slick bodies sliding together under the water. “Oh, this will definitely make me feel better,” you murmur, letting your fingers drift higher, brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Like, instant cure. Swear.”
Nika’s jaw flexes. She searches your face for a long second…checking for real discomfort, for any sign you’re pushing too hard. Then her eyes darken, pupils blown wide in the steamy light. “You’re impossible,” she mutters, but the fight’s already leaving her voice. Her hands slide to your waist, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just under your ribs. “If this is what my girl needs…”
She kisses you then…slow at first, lips soft and careful under the falling water. But you deepen it fast, hungry, tongue sweeping against hers. You taste mint and the faint salt of her skin. Your hands roam up her sides, thumbs grazing the under of her breasts, feeling her nipples pebble instantly.
Nika groans low in her throat, the sound vibrating against your mouth. She backs you up until your shoulders hit the cool tile, the temperature shock making you gasp. Her thigh slides between yours without warning…strong, thick, and she presses it firmly against your center.
“Ride it,” she orders quietly, voice rough with want. “If we’re doing this, you’re gonna take what you need. Nice and slow so I can watch you fall apart.”
You whimper, already grinding down instinctively. The pressure is immediate, delicious…her thigh muscle flexing under you as you rock your hips. The water makes everything slippery, hot, obscene. You brace one hand on her shoulder, the other on the wall, and start moving in earnest.
Nika’s eyes never leave your face. She watches every flutter of your lashes, every hitch in your breath. One hand stays braced on the tile beside your head… the other grips your hip, guiding your rhythm without rushing you. “That’s it, baby,” she murmurs, accent thicker now. “Use me. Let me feel how wet you are even when you’re sick.”
The praise hits you like a spark. You grind harder, clit dragging along the firm ridge of her thigh with every roll of your hips. The steam swirls thicker, the sound of water and your own ragged breathing filling the shower. Your thighs start to tremble, muscles burning in the best way.
“Nik…” you gasp, head tipping back against the tile.
She leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Come on my thigh, ljubavi. Show me how much better this makes you feel.”
That’s all it takes. The coil snaps tight and then shatters. You cry out, hips stuttering as the orgasm crashes through you…sharp, bright, overwhelming. Your nails dig into her shoulder, walls fluttering around nothing as pleasure pulses hot and liquid between your legs. Nika holds you steady, thigh pressed firm so you can ride every last wave, murmuring soft Croatian praises you only half hear through the haze.
When you finally slump forward, panting, she catches you easily, arms wrapping around your waist. She kisses your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth…soft now, reverent.
“Better?” she asks, smirking against your skin.
You laugh weakly, still trembling. “Getting there.”
She chuckles, low and dark. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
She spins you slowly, pressing your chest to the wall. Her hands slide down your sides, possessive, fingertips trailing fire over your wet skin. She nudges your legs apart with her knee, then slips one hand between your thighs from behind. Two fingers tease your entrance first…slow circles around your swollen clit, gathering the slickness that’s already there…before sliding inside you with one smooth, deep push.
You moan loud, the stretch perfect even after coming once. Nika sets a rhythm immediately…hard, controlled. Each curl of her fingers drives them deeper, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur. Water pounds down on your back, her front flush to you, one hand braced beside yours on the tile, the other working you relentlessly.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” she growls against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “Even when you’re sick, you take my fingers like you were made for them. My perfect girl.”
The praise, the angle, the way she’s railing you with just her hand…it builds fast. She adds a third finger, stretching you fuller, her palm grinding against your clit with every thrust. Your second orgasm coils low and tight, then explodes without warning. You come hard, walls clamping down around her fingers, a broken moan of her name echoing off the walls. Nika fucks you through it, pace faltering only when your spasms start to slow, curling her fingers one last time to draw out every aftershock before gently easing them out.
She turns off the shower first, the sudden quiet almost startling after all the water noise. Then she turns you around carefully, cradling your face in both hands to kiss you slow and deep…lazy, lingering, all tongue and soft affection now. When she pulls back, her eyes are soft, searching yours.
“You okay, baby?” she whispers, thumbs stroking your cheekbones. “Not too much?”
You shake your head, smiling through the haze. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”
Nika reaches for the big fluffy towel she left on the rack earlier and wraps it around your shoulders first, tucking it snug so you’re cocooned in warmth. She dries herself quickly, then focuses on you…gentle pats over your arms, your back, your legs, making sure every drop is gone so you don’t get chilled. She kneels to dry between your thighs with extra care, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your knee when she’s done.
“Stay right here,” she murmurs, stepping out to grab something from the bedroom. She comes back with one of her sweaters and helps you into it, sleeves swallowing your hands. Then she scoops you up like you weigh nothing, carrying you back to the bedroom despite your weak protest that you can walk.
She settles you against the pillows she’d already arranged earlier, pulls the thick comforter over your legs, and tucks it around you until only your head peeks out. Nika climbs in beside you, pulling you into her chest so your back is flush against her front, her arm draped protectively over your waist. She nuzzles into your damp hair, pressing kisses along your shoulder.
“Rest now, ljubavi,” she whispers, voice low and soothing. “I’ve got you. Fever’s gonna break soon, and you’re gonna wake up feeling brand new. But until then, you’re not lifting a finger.”
You hum contentedly, already sinking into the warmth of her body and the steady rhythm of her breathing. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on your stomach through the sweater, grounding you, calming.
“Love you,” you mumble, eyelids heavy.
“Love you more,” she replies, kissing the back of your neck. “Sleep, baby. I’m right here.”
And with her holding you like that…safe, warm, completely taken care of, you finally let yourself drift, the ache in your body replaced by nothing but soft, hazy bliss.
Luffy is Nika full time/there is no "Monkey D. Luffy"; olden days when gods were more prevalent/believed in; pure and fluff; cursing; if theres anything I missed, comment below
The early morning air had an unexpected chill to it, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant, even with the flimsy gown the townspeople dressed you in. You weren't dumb, you knew why they dressed you in white. The irony and symbolism wasn't lost on you. The airy fabric, the girlish style of it. You were the “offering” as they preferred to explain it, because “sacrifice” was grim and macabre. The white was meant to imply an innocence that you yourself did not possess. And of course, to give off the bridal appearance for the added element of appeal.
You weren't well liked in your village, often called the ‘Witch’- or other words that sound like that one-, due to your anti-social demeanor. Just because you thought that some of the festivals seemed garish or pointless didn't mean you brought bad ju ju to the island. Not every harvest needed to be celebrated. Who even liked snap peas anyway? But the townsfolk thought this was unforgivable. So what was the clear and logical solution? Offer her to the patron God of the island, duh!
"Is he coming?" One of the townsmen hiding a few feet away asked. "Maybe we should call for him again?" "No, we don't want to annoy him. He'll show up. It's almost dawn."
It was said that every Summer Solstice at dawn, the Sun God would appear on the East Beach of Dawn Island for a short amount of time to watch the sunrise. no one really knew why, but there were stories from the elders that he was once born here, many years ago. the verity of that couldn't be proved, and neither could the claim that he actually showed up. a few people had come to see for themselves, but they would return unsure with stories of a strange boy that most everyone assumed was just the son of the man that tended to the lighthouse.
“What happens if he doesn't come?” You glance over your shoulder at the men stationed behind you, all half-hidden behind bushes and sand dunes. “I was wondering the same thing,” you call back to them. “Shut up! He'll be here!” “If he doesn't show, can I go home?”
None of them answered you, but you knew you weren't going to see your house again. There were only ten of them. That was small enough of a circle to keep a secret amongst.
It was almost sunrise now. The beginning rays were just peeking over the horizon. Soon, the town will be waking up. The baker that lived next door to you will start her croissants in about twenty minutes. The vendors for the farmers market will be arriving at their set up spots any minute now.
You could feel the tensions rising, the nerves from the townsfolk radiating like a heatwave from behind the dunes.
And then the winds changed. The cool breeze halted, just for a moment so you could feel the mid-summer warmth settle on the back of your neck. A presence settles into the sand beside you and the wind picks up again.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see it was a boy. For a moment, you thought it might be the son of the Lighthouse Man, but then you realized that his hair was white, like snow, and appeared to be floating in a crown of wavy curls around his head. You were smart enough to know that this was not normal. That this was no regular boy. That this was the Sun God. This was Nika.
Gasps burst out behind you. The men finally noticed him then. Hushed frantic whispers, as quiet as the top-sand blowing across the beach, made their way to the both of you.
The boy looked over his shoulder at the village men. “What's got them so worked up?” He asked, his voice warm but raspy, as if he just woke up. You stare at him for a long while, still processing that he was here.
“...It might be because of you,” you tell him, your voice small. You hadn't expected him to actually show up. Did you believe the stories? Sure, on occasion, but you mostly only listened to them to make the widows and elderly people of the village feel loved and important since no one else cared about their tales.
But it was all so much realer now that you were staring him in the face. The sun seemed to land on him first, favor him even, making his hair and eyes appear to glow- which they probably actually were; he was divine in nature after all.
The boy turns to meet your gaze, curious. “What, are they scared?” You continue to stare for a moment before looking away, not wanting to be perceived as rude. “I guess so… I don't think they expected you to show up.” “Why wouldn't I?” “I guess… People don't really believe that you were real… Since only a few people have actually seen you before.” He scoffs. “So you have to see something to believe in it, huh?”
You don't say anything, a little sheepish for being one of the people that didn't believe in him.
“How silly. Let me guess- you don't believe in air either, because you can't see it?” He asks, understandably salty. Before you could answer his question, one of the men speaks up. He stands, hands raised, his gun on the ground behind him. “Great Sun God, Nika!” “Yeah?”
The casual response takes the man off guard for a moment. “Er-... Please, accept this girl as- as an offering and a token of our appreciation for being the patron of our island!”
The boy looks at you again, now seemingly with a purpose. His eyes are curious, wide as ever as he takes you in. “An offering?” Nika echoes. “Y-yes!” “But why? Offerings are supposed to be food!” He yells back, standing. The men all step back, shocked by his anger.
“They don't like me very much,” you tell him softly. “So, what, they're just giving you to me? What for? What do I even do with you? I can't eat you, I can't bring you with me, it's stupid.” “Why can't you bring her with you?” One of the men called, confused. “I don't want her,” he said simply.
A strange mix of confusion and offense stirred in your stomach and you frowned. “Why not?” You found yourself asking. “Because taking you would be rude.” This did make you feel a little better. But, what? You weren't a good enough offering?
One of the men steps forwards. “It wouldn't be rude. She has nothing here for her.” The boy god looks at you again, again with a new gaze. “...Why's that?” “She is no longer welcome here.”
You see the boy's gaze shift and he crouches down in front of you. “Not welcome?” He repeats, his gaze hardening slightly. “No… They don't like me very much,” you repeat. “That's a stupid reason!” He exclaims, standing.
He turns to the men behind you, who all suddenly look afraid. “You offer her to me just because you don't like her!? What'd she do!?” None of them answer him, mumbling amongst themselves. “So your reasoning is bullshit!” The boy grabs your arm, pulling you to stand.
“You're coming with me.”
“What? You just said-” “I changed my mind! I can't leave you here,” he says, firmly, his grip nonthreatening, but authoritative. He turns to the men again, eyes glowing, but still with a dark air about them.
“I accept this offering! But this is the only time I will accept anything other than food as an offering! Do you hear me!?” The men nod, calling back soft affirmations.
“No more people! I won't accept them! If I come back again next year and there's another person, I'm gonna be really pissed,” he warns. For a second, his eyes seem darker, an air about him that was nothing like his sunshine-y personality. The men agree quickly, louder this time, as if to calm his sudden change in mood.
“Good… Now, you.” He turns back to you, eyes wide with a renewed interest. You were relieved to see that he didn't appear to be mad anymore. “What's your name?” He asks.
You supply it with a hint of hesitation. The boy repeats it, slow and savoring the taste of the word. “I like that,” he tells you, glancing around you. “Thanks…?”
He moves his hand from the crook of your elbow to your palm, pulling you with him towards the water. “Let's go, I'll keep you safe, I promise,” he tells you, insistently. “Where are we going?” “Somewhere far away from here. And fun! You'll like it.” “What should I call you?”
The boy glances at you over his shoulder, smiling brightly. As he smiles, the sun behind his head appears to dim, all the light now emanating from his beaming face. It takes a long moment for you to realize he answered your question. “Sorry, what was that?” “Just ‘Nika’ is fine. Don't worry about any of that ‘Oh Great Sun God’ bullshit. I'm nothing special.”
You almost scoffed at that, but managed to turn it into a nonchalant cough. “So… where are we going?” “Somewhere safe. Where these jackasses can't hurt you ever again,” he promises.
In a flash, he's got you scooped in his arms, ignoring your protests and yelping. “Stay still. And close your eyes,” he tells you. You almost ignore him. His shoulders tense under your hands and he crouches down. You get the sense he's about to jump high enough to reach the stratosphere, so you decide to listen to him. Quickly, you bury your face in his neck, closing your eyes and clinging to him tightly. Your hunch was correct because the next moment, wind was rushing past you, whipping the skirt of your dress.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” You gasp, hiding deeper in the crook of his neck. “I'm right here,” Nika says in your ear. His tone was playful, but it had been like that, so you couldn't tell if he was teasing you or being genuine.
After a few agonizingly long seconds of air rushing in your ears, everything goes quiet. For a second, you think maybe you died, but then Nika is in your ear again. “Open your eyes,” he urges you softly.
It takes you a minute to work up the nerve to come out of hiding, but eventually you do and you realize that it was the best decision you'd made so far today.
He had taken you above the clouds, showing you the sunrise from an ethereal view. The clouds were painted red and pink and orange, breathtakingly beautiful. The sun was warm, perfectly contrasting the cool air of the high altitude. It was perfect.
“Oh… Nika,” you breathe, unable to tear your eyes away. “This is your future,” he promises you. “Bright?” You guess, softly. “Exactly. I don't care if they don't want you, because I do. And I have some people I'd like you to meet too. Misfits, such as yourself.” “So you're a collector of broken people?” You ask, turning to meet his gaze. His eyes are warm and excited, hopeful of the future he's promising you.
“You know that saying, ‘One man's trash is another man's treasure’?” “Yes, I suppose.” “Well, I'm something of a dumpster diver.” “Pardon?” He just laughs, looking back at the sun. “Don't worry about it. Let's worry about getting you to my friends. They're gonna love you.”
A/N (edited): all of these likes, more than any other fic on my page, for something I was worried completely sucked... all I can say is thank you, gang.
like this one? well, I got plenty more where that came from! I even made a Masterlist
Ok so we saw reader being down bad for the team but what about the team being down bad for reader
UConn x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Where the Hell Is She?
MASTERLIST | MORE
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:Reader’s always around. Always clinging to someone, stretched out across a teammate’s lap, braiding hair during film. But today? She’s gone.
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:Team angst, soft yearning, fluff, a little chaotic love
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:Mild language, thirsting teammates, clingy team dynamic, sapphic tension
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.5k
ᴠɪʙᴇ:“Why does the gym feel cold?” / “It smells like her hoodie.” / “I literally can’t stretch without her sitting on me.” / “Tell her to come back I’m gonna freak out.”
It starts small.
KK walks into the gym and looks around like someone forgot to turn the lights on. She blinks twice, turns to Ice, and whispers, “It’s quiet.”
Too quiet.
No one’s sitting on the benches singing old Beyoncé. No one’s draped across a pile of duffel bags pretending they’re royalty. No one’s running up behind Nika just to jump on her back like it’s a routine.
She’s gone. And the silence is loud.
“Where is she?” Caroline asks mid-stretch, glancing at the locker room door like reader might come bursting through late—dramatic, loud, laughing, holding a smoothie for someone that isn’t even hers.
Coach Geno shrugs like it’s casual.
“She’s got class until 5. Some labs and meetings. Told her to take the day off.”
The gym deflates.
“The whole day?” Aaliyah asks.
Bri mutters, “I don’t like that.”
They try to focus, really—they do. But it’s hard when no one’s offering to braid your hair. Or fix your sock. Or call you “baby” in front of Coach just to stir the pot.
There’s no lap to sit in. No random back hugs. No unnecessary piggyback rides.
She’s gone. And the whole team is touch-deprived like it’s withdrawal. KK sits on the floor during water break and just stares at her empty spot on the bench.
“She always sits there,” she says to no one.
“She eats my snacks there,” Ashlynn adds.
“She eats my snacks too,” Bri chimes in.
“She eats everybody’s snacks,” Paige says. “Why is that making me sad?”
Nika’s staring at the group chat like she can summon her through sheer willpower.
🧿: u left me here w these sad losers
🧿: is this punishment?
🧿: i’ll be good. come home.
You react to the message. A heart. That’s it. No paragraph. No voice memo. Just vibes.
Aaliyah leans her head on Paige’s shoulder. “I don’t wanna scrimmage without her.”
“Shut up and guard me,” Paige says.
But she doesn’t mean it. No one means anything today.
They run plays half-heartedly. They don’t even bicker over who gets aux. Ashlynn’s hoodie still smells like reader’s perfume and she won’t take it off even though she’s sweating.
“It’s like a hug,” she says softly. “Shut up, let me have this.”
By hour two, Caroline’s literally lying on the court mid-drill, muttering, “I miss her. I miss her so bad.”
“She was just here yesterday,” Ice groans.
“That’s not enough.”
Then comes the breakdown. Group chat chaos.
🇭🇷: she didn’t kiss my forehead yesterday i just realized
🧊: y’all think she loves us still or she moved on
HEY ARNOLDS: i’m calling her
Coraline🗝️: DO NOT CALL HER SHE SAID SHE’S IN CLASS
🪣: does she remember us 😞
🇭🇷: i need her to bite me or something. like fr. knock my chakras back into place
HEY ARNOLDS: don’t talk to me unless you smell like her hoodie rn
They practice like ghosts. Geno yells. Nobody moves fast. Nobody dives for rebounds. The ball slips out of hands like reader’s not there to clap and say, “You got it, baby. Run that back.”
KK lays on the court and mutters, “I can’t stretch without her sitting on me. I literally can’t. This is physical pain.”
It is. And then? Finally?
She sends a pic. In class. Pretty as hell. Whiteboard in the background, notes half-written, lip gloss popping. Peace sign.
“Y’all good?”
“Y’all miss me or sum?”
Paige throws her phone across the gym. “SHE KNOWS.”
She knows how bad they’ve got it. She knows they’re a mess. And she loves it.
She walks in like nothing. Backpack slung over one shoulder. Hoodie half-zipped. Hair messy from the wind and a protein bar in her mouth.
It’s late—almost 9PM—but the whole team’s crammed into Nika, Jana, and Paige’s dorm like they don’t all have their own beds. Blankets on the floor, snacks everywhere, some random rom-com playing low on the TV.
The door opens. She steps in.
And for two whole seconds, no one moves. Just…staring.
She looks up, chewing slow.
“Hey,” she says, voice casual.
The room erupts.
“OH MY GOD—”
“WHERE WERE YOU—”
“DID YOU EAT TODAY—”
“COME HERE—”
“NO GIVE ME A HUG FIRST—”
KK tackles her first, arms around her waist, face in her hoodie. “Don’t ever do that again. You understand me? Don’t ever go that long without touch. I was hallucinating.”
Ashlynn grabs her hand like it’s her emotional support rope. Aaliyah’s rubbing her arm like she’s real and not a ghost.
Paige literally just sits on the arm of the couch and stares.
Her? She just walks further in, like none of it’s crazy. Pulls off her bag. Kicks off her slides. Pops open a Tupperware of leftover pasta and starts eating, one forkful at a time.
“Mmm. Y’all watching 27 Dresses?”
Like half the team isn’t circling her like vultures in love. Nika throws a blanket over her lap and immediately curls up under it, head on her thigh. Jana leans into her other side like it’s a race to absorb the most skin-to-skin.
She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. Just keeps eating. Pauses only to press a kiss to Nika’s hair like it’s routine.
“You miss me or something?” she asks, licking pasta off her fork.
“You think you’re funny,” Paige mutters, but she’s sitting a little closer now, pink in the cheeks, like she’d rather die than admit how feral she was today.
She smirks. “Y’all so dramatic.”
“You’re dramatic,” KK says. “We were starving. Emotionally. Physically. Tactically.”
“She’s literally our team love language,” Bri mutters, stealing a bite of pasta from her bowl like it’ll bring peace.
The night goes on and not a single part of her body is untouched. There’s a hand on her ankle. Someone’s fingers tracing her knuckles. Her shoulder’s being used as a pillow. Her lap is fully occupied.
And still—she just eats. Calm. Totally unbothered.
Luffy was Luffy, and Luffy was Nika. Nika was Luffy, too. And Luffy and Nika were still Luffy? Though also Nika. But Nika was also Nika.
What?
18+
When Luffy first met you he didn’t know what happened to him. Everything had kicked into gear all at once and his brain spun along with his heart; it had been violent in his chest, crashing and banging around, and totally uncontrolled. There were a million things he had wanted to do, and they came to a halt when you had looked at him and smiled. It had been a nice smile, cute, and even though his gaze had lingered and he was simply staring, your smile had continued to grow until you were beaming at him. It had made him grin, too, and he had known right then and there that he wanted to see your smile forever.
Make her ours.
Luffy had paused then, and he couldn’t help but think “woah, what was that?”, but then it had faded away and that thought had been lost. That voice? Luffy didn’t hear it again, at least not for a while, and when he did it made him freeze on the spot.
I’m still here.
Months, that is what had passed since Luffy’s unconscious thought, and now it was back. Luffy could feel it scratching inside of his brain, and he tipped his head to the side wondering if he could get it out of his ear. He smacked the opposite side of his head, hoping to jog it, but all he heard was uncontrolled laughter before it was gone.
“Um, Luffy?”
Luffy paused and was left blinking at nothing in particular, but soon his gaze traveled over and there you were. You looked concerned, brows knitted closer together and a bit of a frown on your face. He didn’t like that, and Luffy stood straight before he walked over to you.
“Are … you okay?” you asked, not entirely weirded out but certainly curious.
“Yup!” Luffy chirped, grinning at you. The expression you were wearing was doubtful, but you nodded anyway, slowly. “What are you doing?”
You were left blinking now having forgotten your goal since concern crept in, but you couldn’t recall. You tried, don’t get it wrong, but it had escaped you so you shrugged. It made Luffy laugh, and that contagiously made you laugh, too, but yours was interrupted by a gasp when there was a sudden crash into your back. You toppled forward a bit but Luffy caught you by your shoulders and made sure you didn’t fall, and then a head appeared over one of them, antlers messing up your hair when Chopper adjusted himself.
“You said we were going to take a bath, Y/N! It’s almost time for bed, we should go,” the doctor instructed.
“I suppose I should follow the doctor's orders, huh?” you shot back, and Chopper giggled as you looked at Luffy again. “I’ll see you later.”
Kiss her.
Whatever it was that made him move was still unclear because normally he didn’t have a reason, but this felt … purposeful. This felt like anyone around had to know, but had to know what? The answer came in the form of affection, in the form of Luffy walking straight towards you so that he could grab your face, and when it was squished he leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips. Short, sweet, just enough to successfully make whatever point his point was. He felt satisfied with the simple move, and when he pulled away and stood straight you and Chopper were both staring at him, and he could feel the eyes of his crew looking over as well.
There, now they know.
“What was that for?” you finally asked, a little embarrassed and glancing around, and now it was Luffy’s turn to shrug.
“Dunno, just wanted to kiss you,” he answered easily, and Chopper continued looking confused while you melted a little, and you were wearing a bashful smile that went along with the pink in your cheeks.
Cute.
“Um, yeah,” you spoke quietly, biting down on your lip to hopefully stop your silly grin that accompanied the butterflies in your stomach, “I’ll see you later?”
This time you asked, this time you wanted a reply. Were you going to see him later, or were you going to see him later-later? Like tonight, or tomorrow, and you almost seemed hopeful that it was the first one. You seemed shy asking it, that was why Luffy knew, and so he nodded enthusiastically because yes, you were going to see him later.
“Yep!” he answered, and he was satisfied with your visible excitement even as you turned away and headed towards the door that led to the lower deck. It was when you disappeared that Luffy’s expression fell into a blank one, an unsure one, and he thought harder than ever to try and find out where that voice came from.
Good job.
Hm. Weird.
The next time Luffy heard the voice it hadn’t been months, only a couple weeks. What brought it out he still wasn’t sure; he was trying to connect the dots, but the whole thing was actually a maze with no way out, and he wasn’t exactly the brightest. What had made him act so suddenly? Why did he have to kiss you? It was funny because Luffy didn’t let things phase him, so why did this plague him so much? He kissed you all the time! It wasn’t like it was out of the realm of possibility, but it felt like it was. He wanted to, don’t get him wrong, but … that wasn’t him.
Luffy heaved a great sigh, stared up at the ceiling of the quarters that was supposed to belong to him but was taken over by the women on the crew, and he stayed just like that. At least he did for a moment, but then he huffed and twisted around in his spot between your legs, at first having sat with his back against your chest but now lying on his stomach with his arms wound tight around your waist. He pushed his face into your belly and let his eyes slip shut, and then fingers were running through his hair and he found himself relaxing.
“Are you okay?”
The question was soft, a whisper in the quiet room, and at first it was met with silence but Luffy made some sort of grunted noise and answered you. Could you understand it? Not at all, but you let him have some time before your hand slipped out of his hair and touched his cheek. It made Luffy look up at you, and then you smiled down at him and traced his cheekbone until you were brushing over his nose. It wrinkled and you chuckled, and then your hand came back to hold the side of his face again.
“You can talk to me, you know,” you said, and you watched as Luffy seemed to contemplate it. That surprised you a bit, the fact that Luffy was hanging onto something he didn’t say anything about. He was, after all, the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, and nothing was hidden. Well, until now it seemed.
Do you really want to talk?
Did he?
What do you want? Take it.
Luffy moved within a second of the intrusive thought, pushed himself up onto his hands and crashed into you. Somehow his lips found yours in the mess, and despite your flailing he still deepened it. It was enough that you slipped down the headboard, slumped against it, but with another twist of Luffy’s body you were trapped against your pillow beneath him. He was losing breath, he was unprepared, but with a greedy gasp after breaking apart he dove in again.
“Luffy,” you tried, only to receive another kiss that interrupted you. It was nice, sure, you always liked kissing Luffy, but this was …
“Luffy, wait,” you called, a little more stern this time, but it fell on deaf ears and you were devoured again, and you were only so strong. You could try and fight it off, you could try and pull an answer from him instead of surrendering, but that was about as hard as any battle you could face.
You want her to know that, right? That she’s only ours?
Yes, Luffy did want that.
Then show her.
Luffy’s name left you again, though this time it was in the form of a pleased sigh. It came when Luffy’s lips pressed to the sensitive skin of your neck, and your head tilted to the side to give him more room to explore. He took the offering, drank you up with sharp bites of his teeth and soothes of his tongue, and all you could do was let your eyes slip shut and enjoy the hot kisses that were left behind on your skin. You were used to Luffy’s enthusiasm, to his eagerness, but despite that this was still a little more frantic. Luffy moved fast, he rushed out of excitement, but whatever this was, was none of that. You couldn't place it, couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but with a dip of Luffy’s head and another nip to your collarbone you couldn’t help but wonder.
Make sure everyone knows.
Was he marking you?
With your hands in his hair you pulled, and it forced Luffy away but the affection wasn’t gone for long because you hauled him in for another kiss. You were hungry now, almost equal to Luffy’s starvation, and you had every intention of taking power but the second your mouth opened so that your tongue could fight, Luffy’s plunged in and forced yours back. It made you moan, the way you were being handled, and while you enjoyed it you were also curious about what brought this on. As far as you knew it was just a regular afternoon, and yet here you were.
Too bad those inner thoughts of Luffy’s were unknown to you.
Give her more.
He didn’t need to be told twice, not when it came to you and the way you said his name.
Luffy was eager and impatient, so much so that your heated kiss had broken in favor of him reaching down for the hem of your shirt. He pulled it up, or actually rather ripped it up and off, and he threw it carelessly before he shuffled down and went for your pants next. You must’ve been just as excited because you lifted your hips, and you were trying to shimmy them off even before the button was undone. Eventually it worked out, eventually fingers hooked into the waist of those and your underwear, and you were stripped of both pairs.
“What’s gotten into you?” you managed to ask through Luffy’s handling and your attempt at getting your bra off, but it’s not like it really mattered. Regardless of what it was you weren’t going to mind, not when Luffy’s enthusiasm bled into and made you desperate for his touch. You didn’t get an answer, you figured you wouldn’t with the way Luffy’s lips latched onto your nipple the moment you threw your bra off the bed, and you shuddered when he sucked on it. His mouth went elsewhere after a moment, him taking the fast track down until he was settled in between your legs which he only spread more open with hands on the insides of your thighs. Face to face with your glistening pussy, Luffy licked his lips, and he didn’t even spare you a glance before diving in. The noise you made then sent a confidence through Luffy that encouraged him to give you more (as if he wasn’t told to already), that made him dig his fingers into your legs and keep them open wide as he buried his tongue inside of you. The way he did earned him a squeal, one that echoed back into his ears and left him wanting more himself, but the taste of you did that job too so he was left overwhelmed and could only channel that into making you feel good.
“Luffy!”
Keep going.
“Go away,” Luffy wanted to say, but wasn’t it that voice in the back of his head that caused this absolutely wonderful chaos? Really, maybe he should thank it, but for now there were many other things to tend to. Fingers in his hair pulling tight, your hips trying to lift but held down by the strong arm Luffy slung over you as you whined and whimpered - it was divine. If he could, Luffy would stay right where he was all day, listening to you make those sounds because of him. He could stare at you, watch you fall into desperation, and he’d fall also into desperation simply because you drove him wild.
“God …” Luffy heard, and this time it wasn’t the voice in his head as much as it was a power that came roaring forward. He handled it surprisingly well, pushed it right back until it was just you he was focusing on again, and then you were the only thing on his mind.
“Don’t stop!” you gasped, fingers curling tighter into Luffy’s hair, and when his tongue passed over your swollen clit you found yourself arching into it and moaning. It was, however, interrupted by a second that came out louder, more violently when he trapped the little nub in between his lips and sucked. You couldn’t help the way you twisted, how you writhed despite being held down, and it only seemed to get worse when Luffy sucked harder. You cried out then, but your hand flew up and covered your mouth while your flushed cheeks seemed to darken even more.
You were too loud, but the voice in Luffy’s head didn’t like you trying to cover it up.
Stop her, everyone needs to hear.
Luffy’s own hand reached up, fast and obedient when listening … well, to himself, and he didn’t even give you a break. His tongue returned with long licks through your folds when his fingers curled around your wrist, and he was tugging until finally you listened and dropped your hand.
“Luffy, they’ll -” you were cut off by your pleasured groan, but through the clouds and stars in your head you came back despite Luffy lapping at your cunt. “They’ll hear us.”
Good.
“That’s fine!” he said, perking up a bit and taking a break so that he could see you better, and the hand that was still wrapped around your wrist let go so that it could return to your leg. He lifted it then, both of them until they were over his strong shoulders, and he was wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before locking his arms around your thighs. No hesitation, no warning, and absolutely no control, Luffy’s mouth was on your pussy once more and finding your sensitive clit again with flicks of his tongue.
You immediately moaned then, now unrestrained and free to do so with what felt like permission. You had to wonder if the crew could hear you, if outside the door were the sounds you made when Luffy did something just right, but you found yourself barely caring. All you wanted was more - more of all this, more pleasure, more Luffy. You pulled him impossibly closer to you, kept him right where he was so that waves of ecstasy could keep washing over you, and when a particular one crashed heavily into you, you cried out. Instinctively your legs tried to clamp shut to try and stop the assault, but the strong grip Luffy had kept you in place and left you clenching tight around nothing.
“I’m gonna come,” you murmured, hips rolling against the tongue that finally pushed inside of you again, and your eyes squeezed shut. You were right there, everything had wound up so tight that you felt like you were about to explode, and all you needed was one more stroke of Luffy’s tongue to have it burst. It was almost as if he was teasing you, either doing so or simply enjoying himself, but he eventually gave you what you wanted - no, needed to finally cave in.
It washed over you, the pleasure that started in the pit of your stomach and then blew up, fire in your veins. You cried out as it did, accidentally too loud but without a care in the world because of the euphoric rush that flowed through you. Your entire being flooded with absolute relief, your heart racing and breath coming out in hard pants, but you were completely satisfied. You felt it with every fibre of your being, the pleasure that Luffy helped you feel, and you were left with your head spinning.
The fireworks were still bursting when you felt yourself being pushed and pulled, and when they fizzled away you found yourself staring at Luffy who was moving your legs off his shoulders. He gave you only a few seconds to put yourself back together, and you barely did when Luffy lunged at you and flopped down. All you could do was laugh despite the air being blown out of your poor lungs, and your arms wrapped around Luffy the best they could. You felt him nuzzle into your neck, felt his smile against your skin, and then he whispered something.
“Hm?” you asked, and Luffy merely moved his head and buried his face into your shoulder instead.
“Nothin’,” he said, and if he was looking at you he’d see your concern.
Only we can make her feel that good.
Your unanswered question came back to him - what had gotten into him?
Luffy wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but it was weird; it was tight, it made his chest hurt and his stomach drop, and it only happened when he looked at you. Now it wasn’t all the time, more often than not you made him feel like he could soar, but sometimes this wicked feeling reared its head and Luffy couldn’t shake it. It bothered him, and it bothered him even more that he couldn’t do anything about it. He didn’t even know what it was! He’d sure as hell kick its ass if he figured it out, because when he looked at you he wanted to see only you and not a looming cloud.
There was one and it was dark, and you and Sanji were underneath it.
There was something else, too, something that lingered somewhere in the back of his mind that was … angry? Anger wasn’t exactly something Luffy was known for, so why now? It itched where the only scratch was you and your smile, but without it there that irritation only grew bigger and bigger. Relief felt far away and it was getting further when you followed behind the blonde cook that had nodded towards the door that led to the kitchen.
Stop them.
The voice that raced forward in his mind was violent, so much so that Luffy actually lurched in response in preparation to fling himself over to where you were disappearing from the deck after Sanji bowed and held the door open for you. Why, though? It was just Sanji, he showed you all sorts of things all the time! It wasn’t unusual, you liked to cook too, so why was now any different? Was this jealousy? Was Luffy jealous?
He wants her, but she’s yours.
No, it wasn’t Luffy that was jealous.
“Nu-uh,” Luffy actually responded, finding that he was arguing with himself. Maybe? Was it himself? The unwarranted feelings and emotions said something different.
You better make sure.
Did he have to? Didn’t he trust you? Sanji? You were his crewmates, there was no reason for him to doubt the fact. Still, whatever made that thought was still there, and Luffy realized that unless he wanted to make it go away he was going to have to answer it. He realized he was going to have to stand up and swing away, he realized he was going to have to follow you, and he realized he was going to have to put a stop to whatever his brain thought you were doing. He didn’t see it so it wasn’t like it was out of the realm of impossibility, but he had faith that both you and Sanji knew what you meant to him.
What’s wrong? You don’t want to find out?
Luffy reached up and knocked on his head, and he did so with a deep frown on his face. What was the voice in his head trying to tell him?
Go.
Luffy shook his head now, hopefully clearing that weird, inward conversation that was trying to push through, and when he received silence he released a long, relieved breath. It was quiet, sure, gone with the wind, but the curiosity that had built up was still there, and Luffy had to know. He wanted to believe in you and Sanji, wanted to know that you weren’t in there fooling around like you did with him, but he needed to see it with his own eyes to get rid of his restlessness. That was why he stood on the head of The Sunny, why he took a look around before his arm stretched all the way across the deck and grasped the frame above the door you and Sanji just went through, and he entered himself.
It was a short jog down the steps towards the kitchen, a path he was familiar with, and before long he was pushing the swinging door open. He was in the entrance, you were on a stool, and Sanji had a bowl of some sort of whipped topping in one hand while the other was raised. A finger stuck out, one that had some of what was in the bowl on the tip of it, and your mouth was open in preparation for a taste. Now it was everyone just looking at each other, you and Sanji at Luffy in surprise, Luffy at you intensely, you and Sanji at each other in confusion, and then finally Luffy at Sanji with an unreadable expression.
See? I told you.
“This is for dessert, Luffy, you can’t have any un … til … after … dinner …” Sanji trailed off, the bowl pulled away and protected but completely ignored when Luffy silently swung around the counter you and Sanji were at. He was admittedly confused, wondering what it was that entranced Luffy so much that food was just walked by, but he received his answer when Luffy leaned down and scooped you up over his shoulder. You squawked, flailed, but Luffy’s arm was tight around your waist and suddenly you and he were gone with your voice fading further and further away.
Sanji was left alone, but he was left entertained until heavy stomps came down the stairs.
“Oi, Curly Brows, give me some booze.”
“Get it yourself, idiot!”
“What a - oomph!”
You landed on the bed, hard enough that the legs grated the floor a little bit, and you looked up after composing yourself.
“Luffy, what are you doing?” you tried again, gathering yourself up the best you could to kneel on your bed that you had been thrown on, you on the mattress and Luffy standing at the end of it. He was in front of you, hands on his hips, and with the rim of his hat down he looked ominous.
“Do you like Sanji?” he asked suddenly, and it was almost quiet enough that he wondered if you heard it. You did, and you looked up at him in confusion before you frowned, looking like how he felt.
Oh. Frustration.
“Did you seriously just do that because you wanted to know if I liked Sanji? Like our cook Sanji that flirts with anything with boobs?” you inquired rather incredulously, staring dully at Luffy who responded by crossing his arms and pouting a bit. “No, Luffy! I thought I made it pretty clear I liked you.”
Then why did she go down there by herself?
“Then why did you go down there by yourself?”
You gawked.
Whoever was standing in front of you wasn’t Luffy, not the Luffy that laughed loudly and grinned big, the one that’d show you off instead of hiding away with you. The version of Luffy you knew would’ve walked over and demanded a taste, would’ve whined until he got what he wanted, and yet this Luffy felt like … not-Luffy. The aura around him crackled, shocked you into staying still for just a second, but then you unfolded and shuffled to the edge of the bed.
“I’m not having this conversation with you when you’re being unreasonable,” you stated, standing and slipping past Luffy to head towards the door. “Besides, you never said I was yours so I can flirt with whoever I want.”
You were being unfair, you knew that. You knew it wasn’t nice to shove the fact that yes, you didn’t have to hide anything because you were right! Luffy never explicitly came out and said that he wanted you to be his, but it was vice versa as well. Things had fallen into place so simply, so easily, and you knew it had to do with Luffy. He trusted big and loved even bigger, and it was in that, that you knew a portion of it belonged to you. You imagined it was the same for him, that you had made room for him to be a part of you, and it always went unsaid. You were at fault for not bringing it up either, and after your snap you felt guilt flood you enough that you stopped yourself mid-reach for the handle, and you sighed as your head hung. You were about to turn around when you felt a weight collapse against your back, dragging you down but you were strong enough to handle it. It pulled a smile from you, a soft one that was always meant for Luffy, and you brought your hand up to touch one of the arms that circled your shoulders from behind. There the two of you stood for a moment, Luffy’s breath on your neck and your eyes slipping shut as he pulled you in even closer, tightening his hold.
“But you are mine.”
It sounded like Luffy, but the intense shiver that went down your spine said something else. Laugh, blush, smile sweetly and love even sweeter, those were the kinds of things that went along with Luffy. This? This wasn’t your captain. You heard a snicker, a quiet one but it sounded loud in your ear, and it was as your eyes flicked down that you noticed the red sleeve of Luffy’s shirt was melting, taken over by a stark white. The snickering turned into a laugh, and soon it was sounding bigger than ever as it vibrated against your back.
“Luffy?” you asked quietly, tense.
The laughing stopped.
“Kinda.”
Oh.
You held your breath after you made your decision, after you swallowed down your nerves, and slowly but carefully did you spin around. Luffy’s arms never left you but they did slip down as you turned, eventually around your waist, and when you made it all the way your eyes met ruby red ones. They seemed to look right through you, read you from head to toe, and yet all that came out of it was a beaming smile. It was big, bright, and it reminded you of Luffy, but there was something almost menacing about it.
“Why are you scared?” he asked, releasing you and backing up.
“I-I’m no -”
“Yeah, you are. Don’t be!” Luffy interrupted, hands on his hips and chest swelling to a great, unbelievable size that almost seemed to balloon. “I’m the good guy!”
You knew Luffy was good, any version of Luffy, but there was something about his newfound level that seemed unsettling. It was impossibly powerful but it came at a price, and as you stared at the enthusiastic man before you, you had to wonder just how much it took. Luffy was there, you could tell, but he had shrunk down when this … this … being bulldozed forward.
Maybe you were scared.
“Don’t look like that,” Luffy suddenly said, and right before your eyes he deflated and snapped back to normal.
“Like what?” you asked, brow furrowing.
“Like you don’t know me! I’m still in here, you know,” he explained, emphasizing his point by tapping his forehead repeatedly. “Just better!”
You weren’t sure about that just yet.
Gear 5 was, and still was, a mystery to you - to everyone. There weren’t a lot of details, and the ones that did exist were extremely obscured by sheer strangeness. How did Luffy do what he did? How did the impossible become
possible when it came to him? That was just it, you had discovered, Luffy wasn’t all Luffy, and that’s why it worked.
“Nika, it’s been you,” you said simply, and Luffy’s hand that had raised slowly moved down until his arm was hanging at his side. He stared at you, once again right through you, but then he grinned.
“Guilty!” he exclaimed, shoving his hand in your face to give you thumbs up. “So you know our name.”
Our?
“I’m really confused,” you admitted after a moment of trying to wrap your head around the situation.
“Why? I’m me, Luffy’s Luffy, and we’re Nika! Easy, right?” he countered, spinning on his spot but doing so too fast and stumbling. He fell back on the mattress but sprung back up, and then he was laughing boisterously and doing it again.
And again.
And a few more times before you spoke.
“Who’s “me”?” you dared to ask. “In … that equation, who are you?”
Luffy seemed to stop midair, in fact he actually did, and slowly his head tilted to see you where he stared back. He wasn’t smiling anymore, you couldn’t exactly tell what the expression was either, but that flash of what almost seemed like wickedness disappeared when Luffy unfroze and fell onto the mattress again. He sat up this time though, right on the edge, and when he did a smirk rolled across his face that was quite devilish in comparison to what was said.
“A god.”
So if Luffy was in there, what was he doing?
Standing from the bed and keeping his eye on you, Luffy - no, Nik - ugh, for the sake of your sanity he was still Luffy, and Luffy was advancing. You didn’t mean to but you backed up, and you only realized you did when you hit the door and made it rattle, and suddenly Luffy was in front of you with one of his arms raising so that a hand could land on the door beside your head. He was close now, close enough that when you stared ahead you were staring at his chest, but soon you were tipping your head back and looking up.
“I know what he wants,” he muttered, “do you want me to tell you?”
“I should go,” you murmured, your own hand slipping towards the handle of the door only to be caught and pinned to the surface, though it was gentle. You felt as though it shouldn’t have been, that your denial should’ve earned you a bit of roughness, but instead your fingers were clasping and the pirate squeezed your hand.
“He does think you’re his,” was the continuation as if what you said didn’t matter.
“I am.”
“Then you’re mine too, right?”
Honestly? You didn’t know how to reply. Was he right? Wrong? You were Luffy’s, you belonged to every part of him, but it was made clear that there was Luffy, a “we”, and then who or whatever it was in front of you. “A god” was vague because you could honestly say you’ve met your fair share, and you were very aware of the fact that Nika, the Sun God, existed, and you had a feeling that was who you were trapped by.
“I thought he just got your power …” you whispered.
“I let him have my power.”
“The most ridiculous power in the world,” you countered, which was funny considering you weren’t sure what that meant now that you were being stared down at, caged in. “Freedom and joy, right?”
“Wherever I go,” Luffy concluded with a nod, and he took the step that pressed him up against you, but you looked to the side.
In front of you was a god, and Nika was a god. Nika was also Luffy, but Luffy was also just Luffy? And Nika and Luffy were still Nika, but Nika was in front of you and Luffy wasn’t. But Luffy was there.
So maybe …
“See? Don’t think about it too much,” Luffy said, bringing the hand he was holding up to his chest, “I’m still him.”
… your Luffy was in there somewhere.
“And he’s mine?” you quietly asked.
“We’re yours.”
Two words and your breath was taken, and you just couldn’t look away. You had your concerns, your fears, yet even though it wasn’t necessarily the Luffy you knew you still felt a sense of familiarity. It was questionable at first, you weren’t entirely sure what situation you ended up in, but even with the heart banging around underneath your hand with no sense of rhythm, you still found the beat. You felt it for a few seconds longer, stared at where your hand was splayed on Luffy’s chest, and then you lifted your gaze up again.
“So?” Luffy urged.
“So what?” you breathed, but it hitched when Luffy’s head lowered until your noses brushed.
“Do you want me to bring you joy?”
You didn’t have to think anymore, you couldn’t.
“Yes.”
You didn’t even have a second to completely catch that lost breath, but you got just enough of one that it was able to be stolen away again. It was with a kiss, with one that caught you off guard but pulled you in immediately. It went straight to your head and short-circuited your brain, but it was the rush instead of the overwhelming emotion your Luffy made you feel. This Luffy? This Luffy made adrenaline pump through your veins, the fear of the unknown and the entity before you frightening you just as much as it excited you. The thrill pushed you all the way out of foggy concerns and left you with one thing, and one thing only - lust.
Pushed into the door harder, pinned to it, your hands slipped up Luffy’s chest and went further until one was on his cheek and the other was slipping into his hair. He returned the favor, did the same thing, but the grasp he had on your hair broke your kiss when he tugged on it. Your head tipped back, and you were staring up at an expression that was pleased, and you could only think in the moment was that you wanted to see more of it. Nika, Luffy, Luffika you didn’t know who was in front of you based on the Gear 5 spectrum, but the touch that slipped down your waist until it was grasping your hip still made you shiver. In the back of your mind you had to wonder if this was okay, if your Luffy would end up being okay with it, but that thought went far, far away when Luffy pushed up against you and fit every one of his curves against yours.
“Oh, my god …” you whispered when hot lips pressed to your neck, and a chuckle was released before his mouth traveled up next to your ear.
“Yes?” Luffy whispered in response.
Well that answered your question.
Wordlessly, your hands moved from the soft, glowing white locks to Luffy’s shoulders, and while you weren’t rushing you were still quick to push the equally as white shirt off his shoulders. Luffy let it slip to the floor, and when his hands came back they were taking yours. He pulled on them, forced you to step away from the door, and when you did he had you spinning. He was going along with it too, laughing as he waltzed around and making you trip until you did so right onto your bed, and when you landed you bounced a little higher up towards your pillows. You barely had time to compose yourself when Luffy threw himself at you, landing heavily and making you laugh when he starfished over you. He perked up soon though, fast and wide-eyed with an even wider grin on his face, and he pushed himself up onto his hands.
“I like hearing you laugh,” he said, face close to yours with a beaming smile blinding you.
“You did say you wanted to bring me joy,” you murmured, and you were holding back your giggles when Luffy’s eyebrows knitted closer together, and he frowned at you.
“That’s not what I meant,” he pointed out, and he could see that you were doing your best to keep your smile back.
Your Luffy was in there, you knew it. You could see it in this Luffy’s smile, in the way that even though you were facing a god, the hand on you was gentle. Luffy was like that with you, because for such a reckless man he was nothing but careful when it came to you. He had told you once that he’d never let you get hurt, and apparently that included never getting hurt by him. The closer you looked the more you saw now that Luffy was in your face, those ruby, red eyes of his staring right through you yet still a little soft, and though almost looking a little crazy his big smile shone in the way it did when he saw you. Even in this state, in the one where it seemed as though it was Nika who was in complete control, he was still there.
“I know what you’re worried about, and you don’t have to be,” Luffy said as if he was reading your mind.
Crap, could he?
He lowered himself, pressed against you in the way he had earlier, and his eyes flicked over your face. He had been around for hundreds of years, maybe even thousands, and you figured he had the time to see what people weren’t saying. It made you nervous, it had been for the past few minutes, but you weren’t sure what it was now that was making you confident.
There was an overdramatic flail when you pushed Luffy and rolled him off of you, but you did that yourself except you rolled onto him. Perched on his chest, you gave Luffy a sweet smile as your hand came up, and your fingers drew curly designs on him while they slowly traced downward.
“You said you could tell me what he likes,” you commented, looking away from your “artwork” to peek at Luffy who had been watching your hand too, but he was glancing at you when you spoke.
“Uh-huh.”
“Would you lie?”
“Nu-uh.”
You guessed you would have to take his word for it, though in some way you believed him. Was Nika, Nika, or was he part Luffy, too? Not in the way you had been concerned about, but in the way you had to wonder if Nika’s control over Luffy was still tethered to him. This Luffy’s personality, though a little more wicked and slightly arrogant, was still Luffy’s but just by tenfold. No barriers, no impossibility, so you were left wondering whether or not Luffy became Nika, or if Nika became Luffy. It was a lot to think about in the moment, especially when your brain short circuited at the brush of rough fingers over your lips.
“He likes your mouth,” Luffy said, tracing the seam of it. “A lot.”
Even though you blushed bashfully you still smiled, and you did so just as your hand reached the purple sash hanging off of Luffy’s hips. A soft kiss was left behind on the finger that had lingered and it made Luffy grin, and he did so until your hand was tugging at the sash and he lifted himself onto his elbows to watch. The fabric loosened and slipped off, useless now, and so were the button and zipper of his shorts after you quickly got them undone.
“Are you implying I should use it?” you teased, and Luffy caught on, snickering. His arm returned behind his head, and he wiggled to get a little more comfy before grinning wide which gave you your answer, and you giggled yourself. “Luffy really is in there, huh?” you laughed, referring to the impatience that usually made the poor pirate restless.
“Told ya,” Luffy said, and he gave you a - literally - sparkling wink. Once again you laughed, and you did so with a smile, and Luffy, the version that was there and who aimed to bring happiness and joy, liked that a lot.
He liked that your hand was disappearing in his shorts, too.
You flicked your gaze down, watched as well, and you only glanced back up when your fingers wrapped around Luffy’s cock. It jumped at your touch, interested, and it seemed to immediately harden at your touch. Luffy’s hips lifted when you ran your hand over him, tried to thrust up into it, but you stopped when he did. He grunted at that, pouted even, but Luffy’s lips parted when he blew out a sigh and suddenly it was nothing but bliss when you started stroking again.
Luffy was there, but he wasn’t in the spotlight. No, he was way back in his mind, he really was! It was just that this Luffy, the one that came rushing forward, was upfront, personal, and enjoying every second he had out in the world. Most of all he was enjoying you, enjoying the way you were finally giving into him, and really enjoying the benefits that came with it. You made him giddy with excitement, but it was the kind of excitement that came from the fire that was lit in his stomach and fed by you. Your sweet smile that didn’t match the way you were touching him, your soft breaths, even the way you smelled was driving Luffy crazy, and he needed more.
Now you were the one reading his mind.
You could feel Luffy’s intense gaze on you when you gently pulled him out of his shorts, you carefully drawing out his stiff cock and letting it spring free of its confines. You gave him a couple more strokes though they were tortuously slow, and you could practically feel the restlessness emanating from Luffy who hadn’t looked away from you. You saw his fingers twitch impatiently, felt his hips jerk when you ran a ghost of a touch over the swollen head of his dick, but what you really relished in was the noise Luffy released when you leaned down and used your tongue to circle the tip.
If Luffy liked your mouth, your mouth he would get.
“More,” was what Luffy said, and that’s all he needed to do for you to take a few inches into your mouth. Still, even though he got “more” it just wasn’t enough, and a hand that had been cradling the back of his head as he lounged came down and ran through your hair. It was as Luffy neared the back of your head that he grasped the locks, and though his grip was soft it was still demanding as he used it to push you down. It wasn’t anything forceful, Luffy didn’t want to hurt you, but he certainly found some relief when you took even more of him into your mouth. Your lips were tight around him, your tongue caressing his cock, and soon your head was bobbing along his shaft.
Luffy didn’t have to say it, you could hear his praise in the groan he released, and that instantly urged you to continue. You grasped the base of his cock and sunk down as far as you could go, pausing for just a second to get used to the feeling of your mouth being stuffed before drawing up. You were back to teasing the leaking head, licking up the dribble before swirling your tongue around as you stroked him slowly again. You heard Luffy’s breath hitch when you squeezed him a little, and you kept your grasp tight as you slid your hand up and down his length. A moan broke free when you took just the tip into your mouth again and sucked hard, your mouth tight around him and staying that way when you took more of him in again, replacing your hand. You were faster this time, bobbing along his cock swiftly, and with every swallow around it Luffy grunted and groaned.
There was appreciation in his sounds, something Luffy hoped you would understand. He couldn’t make sense of up or down let alone words, so the only thing he had to encourage you was husky moans and a hand that wanted to make you do so much more. It didn’t dare push you, didn’t dare force you to suck more, but it did guide you up and down his cock, your mouth hot velvet. It made him groan again and his head tossed back, his other arm having left and laid by his side, but the blanket was bunched in his hand.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice raspy and the hand in your hair gripping a little tighter. It made you moan around his dick, the vibrations sending a shock up Luffy’s spine that made him shiver. He couldn’t help the lift of his hips, the thrust into your mouth that made you whimper, and he did it again and again until you had to haul off for a breath. Your lips were slick with your spit, just as his cock was, and you peered up at him from your spot in a way that made him throb - all of him. You looked so innocent, so sweet and bashful, yet Luffy’s dick was in your hand and you were stroking him once again.
“Give me more,” he said again, and you obediently listened. There was something about that, that drove Luffy crazy, that him - a god - was being worshipped by you. It wasn’t you on your hands and knees (though he wouldn’t mind), it wasn’t whispered prayers, it was you bringing him pleasure by just existing. He watched as you did as you were told, as you let him go and crawl up rather tantalizingly until you were straddling him and sitting in his lap.
“Is this okay?” you asked, and it was in such a shy manner that Luffy instantly wanted to see you fall apart.
“Perfect, he likes watching you too,” Luffy said in reference to … whatever your Luffy was at the moment. He did so with a smirk, with a devilish look in his eye, and he stared at you as you blushed at the confession.
“… and you?” you quietly inquired, and you seen the way Luffy froze a moment before his gaze was wandering all over you. It took its time, you were almost embarrassed, but Luffy flicked his eyes up and then that unrestrained grin of his appeared.
“We’ll see,” he said simply, and he saw you try to read him but failed. How could you? He had years to perfect his mystery.
Though suddenly bashful perched in Luffy’s lap, exposed and vulnerable in front of a man that you kind of didn’t know, you were still excited. In the end it was still Luffy, in the end you were bringing pleasure to a version of him that existed within. You still weren’t sure whether or not it was betrayal, you were on the fence about it, but all you could focus on was the way Luffy’s hips were rocking so that his cock pressed against you rubbed your swollen clit. You couldn’t help but grind back, and you were stroking Luffy with your dripping pussy. What could you say? Luffy did this to you after all.
With a gentle touch you grasped Luffy’s length again, ran the aching tip through your folds a few times before guiding him into you, taking a second but then slowly sinking down. You moaned as you did and Luffy’s hands flew to your hips to hold on as you settled and finally took all of him. A satisfied sigh left both of you, your eyes slipping shut while Luffy’s roamed.
You were beautiful, even from his spot in the back of other Luffy’s mind he thought that. Perhaps that was the reason? That he had connected with someone who was so foolishly into you? He wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to think about it too much at the moment when you were starting to roll your hips. Instead he watched you again, drank up every part of you that was on top of him and bringing both of you pleasure. The way you were circling on his cock had him seeing stars, and he couldn’t help but release them and let them literally swirl around his head as he laid back even more into your pillow. He heard you laugh then, it sounding like music in his ears, and when he glanced at you, you were smiling.
“I’m never going to get used to this,” you said, bringing a hand up and reaching for one of the stars and watching it dissolve as your fingers passed through it. Then your hand was taken, Luffy’s fingers threading through yours, and they dropped to his chest where your other hand landed when you lost your balance.
“I think there are other things to worry about,” Luffy told you.
You could see it in his eye, the arousal that was driving through him, but there was something else. Whatever it was excited you as much as it frightened you. For some reason it really reminded you of your situation, how you were facing a god that had lived a long life, and to be honest that made you nervous. Mind the fact that it was just barely because there were so many other things to focus on, like the way Luffy’s cock fit you just right as you rocked your hips.
“You feel so good,” you whispered, leaning down just a little further and pressing a quick kiss to Luffy’s lips that pulled down comically into a frown who was unsatisfied by the slight touch. “What’s wrong?”
“Kiss me again,” Luffy instructed, but he was making it happen before you even had the chance to understand him. The hand that had been holding yours let go and moved to the back of your head, and he pulled you in so fast that your whiplash had you crashing your lips into his. You had to slow your hips to a stop when the kiss deepened immediately, wanting nothing to distract you from the way Luffy tasted when his tongue pressed to yours. You let out a soft moan, but it quickly turned into a whine when Luffy put in the work and started to thrust his hips from underneath you. You could only enjoy the kiss for so long before other pleasure took over, a strong one that fought its way forward, and you broke away with a light gasp. You sat up immediately, your hands falling flat on Luffy’s sculpted torso to keep you balanced as you rolled against his thrusts, but it was a matter of seconds before your hips were flying up and down. You took Luffy’s dick over and over again, your breaths coming out hard and sucking in gasps every time you were struck just right.
“Look at you,” Luffy said, words low and raspy, and his hands traveled up your waist, slipping along the curve before they came around and took your breasts in them. You pressed into it, groaned desperately, and you did it again when his fingers stroked your nipples until they hardened. It was almost instantly, and he felt your hips jerk when he pinched them, but he was quick to soothe the sting when he sat up and took one into his mouth. You moaned his name so sweetly then, brought your hands up into his hair and gripped what you could hold onto.
“Fuck,” you murmured, arching into Luffy when he moved to your other unattended breast.
Despite Luffy’s intention his other hand slipped around until it was pressing into your lower back, and he released your nipple just to lean in and press his lips to your neck. The hand encouraged you, made you focus on riding Luffy’s cock instead of the sensation of his mouth, and you listened to him and used your hips to bounce against him hard.
“Like that,” Luffy muttered near your ear, and he pulled you even closer to him. His hot breath billowed on your skin, and he was sure you felt his grin because you trembled, and he said, “You asked me what I liked, right?”
You could only merely hum in acknowledgement as you held Luffy’s shoulders and continued rocking your hips, but your answer earned you a reward. At first it didn’t seem like one, you were surprised and wobbly when it was Luffy’s arm around your waist now and holding on as he flipped you. Now underneath him you were staring up in surprise, eyes wide and your lips parted just a little bit because of your slightly dropped jaw. You stared up at Luffy, and his eyes almost glowed in the shadow on his face.
“What?” you finally had a chance to ask.
Luffy snickered but almost menacingly.
“It’s going to be your face when I’m through with you.”
Oh, fuck.
You couldn’t tell if you moaned or not because of the sound of your heart racing in your ear at a dangerous pace, but you figured you did at the sheer implication of what was to come. What was left of Luffy was gone, and you were dealing with a godly being that had you trapped underneath him. When you looked up at him, when you saw that nearly deranged grin and those eyes burning holes into you, you knew you were dealing with Nika.
Again, he read your mind.
“This is what he wants, you know. He doesn’t think or say it, but it’s how he feels,” he said, leaning in. “You make him crazy.”
You felt as though you had no reason not to believe Luffy, it felt so honest despite the way he was being so wicked. It made you smile, spread a joy that came from the pit of your stomach and exploded, and you were giggling when you pulled Luffy in and kissed him again. It was a playful fight then, you still softly laughing a bit, but it quickly became a little forceful when Luffy deepened it. You let him take over, let him be in charge, because there was a promise that came with what he liked, and you were impatiently waiting for it.
“Show me what you mean,” you murmured a little desperately after the kiss broke, your lips shiny and slick, and an arm wound around Luffy’s neck while the other came up to rest on his shoulder. “I want to know.”
He had you, Luffy knew it. You nearly begged for him with both your eyes and your words, and he was reaching down to hike one of your legs over his hip to draw you in. He made sure you were settled before his fingers dug in, and with a grip on you he drew his hips back just to slam into you. He did it again, and again and again, and he relished in the way you were crying out. Luffy’s name, pleas, moans and pants, they created a symphony in the women’s quarters of The Sunny, and neither of you cared.
Luffy went harder, faster, and with every slap of his hips against yours resonated in the room. He couldn’t help the pace, couldn’t help how rough his hips were as they slammed against you, but you didn’t seem to mind. In fact you seemed as though you were deeply enjoying it, lost in pleasure and desperately seeking more when you started to meet every thrust with your own force. With a grunt he let you fuck yourself on his cock for a moment, watched as it disappeared inside of you over and over again, but it became too much and he was pushing your legs open so that he could press up against you. He slipped deeper then, the new angle providing a surge of ecstasy that made both of you moan.
“Please,” was all you said, but you repeated it over and over again as Luffy took the time to find a new position. You were impatient, no you were absolutely desperate to feel more of him, and the fact that you weren’t getting anything was driving you insane. It did, however, clear pretty fast when Luffy held himself up on hands on either side of your head, and rammed his hips forward. You couldn’t help the shout of his name then, and that earned you something even more delectable when Luffy found his pace and kept up with it. Over and over again, hitting a spot so right that you were getting dizzy, you could feel the pressure in your stomach growing with every passing second.
“Please,” you said again. “Please, I’m so close.”
“Do it, I wanna see,” Luffy demanded.
You knew what he meant then, knew exactly what it was he wanted when the pleasure flowing through your veins started pulsing. You couldn’t help it, the way your eyes squeezed shut tightly and your lips parted to release a long moan, your expression twisted into one of a pending orgasm. Then? Well then bliss hit you, euphoria, and it crossed your face in a matter of seconds when elation passed over it. What it looked like you didn’t know, but when you managed to flutter your eyes open halfway you saw the gaze, the hungry one that was devouring you as it focused on you, and the small smile you gave was dazed.
“Your turn,” you said between your pants, harsh and heavy while you tried to get yourself under control. “I want to feel it.”
Your words went straight to Luffy’s aching cock, and the way you were squeezing him when you clenched drove him wild. He was reckless now, chasing his pleasure with a scattered pace and stuttering hips, and it was only so long before he felt his own fire building. It had started as a spark but now it was a roaring blaze, burning inside of him and fuelling his desire. His fingers that were beside your head curled into the pillow, and his head dropped as his own heavy pants mixed with your now slightly hushed ones. He felt your hands run up his arms and over his shoulders, and they kept going until they were in his snow-colored hair and drew his head even closer.
“Come for me,” you whispered, and then Luffy fell apart.
Your name was choked out, and any of the rhythm Luffy still had was gone. He was desperate now, chasing his orgasm with sloppy thrusts and grunts and groans. He was so close, and you just felt so perfect around him that he didn’t want to stop, but he had to or else he was going to drown. His pool of ecstasy turned into a tsunami, and it crashed into him and flooded him with pleasure. He felt himself pulsing, his cock pouring his come deep in your pussy, and through the harsh breaths and trembles, he released a relieved sigh. He unwound, the tightness that had built up no longer there, and he felt weak.
The air blew out of you when Luffy simply dropped, when he collapsed on top of you and buried his face into your neck. You could feel his breaths on your damp skin, hot, and he was settling against you comfortably. You paused for a moment, took in everything that had happened, and you were silent as you did so. You heard a murmur, however, felt Luffy’s lips move against your skin, but it was so quiet that it was unintelligible.
“What’s that?” you asked, bringing a hand up to Luffy’s hair again, and your fingers ran through the black stra - wait.
Black.
“Luffy?” you asked almost carefully, and when he pushed himself up to hover just slightly over you, you were gazing into charcoal eyes that stared at you intensely.
Oh. Oh, god. You weren’t ready to explain this, not at all. Why did you think this wouldn’t happen? Why didn’t you think ahead? Obviously you were going to have to deal with this, but now? Why now? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu -
Luffy leaned down, kissed you hard and clumsily, and he did so with an enthusiasm only your Luffy could provide.
Sugar Mommy Nika Mühl Headcanons (more of gf Nika)
Requested by @snowkiss3d
• Nika doesn’t announce she’s paying—she just does it. Bills disappear. Reservations are “already taken care of.” You only notice when the receipt never comes.
• She insists on calling it “spoiling,” not being a sugar mommy.
“I work hard. I like seeing you happy. It’s not that deep.”
• Loves buying practical luxury: new tires, upgraded phone, laptop “because yours was slow,” noise-canceling headphones for travel days.
• If you mention something once—once—it’s in your hands within a week.
A jacket you liked. A bag you stared at too long. A plane ticket to visit her.
• Pretends to be annoyed when you try to pay.
Actually offended.
“Why would you do that when I’m literally right here?”
• Her love language is security. She wants you stress-free, rested, and never choosing between needs and wants.
• Will Venmo you randomly with notes like:
• “Coffee on me ☕”
• “You worked hard today.”
• “Because I love you.”
• Shopping dates are dangerous. She stands behind you at the register, card already out, smirking like she won something.
• If you’re independent and resist? She respects it—but compromises by “surprising” you later.
• Lowkey brags about you when she pays.
“That’s my partner. They deserve nice things.”
• Doesn’t buy affection—she invests in you. Your goals, your comfort, your peace.
• At night, when you thank her too much, she just pulls you closer and says:
nika ANYTHING. smut, angst, fluff, whatever you wanna write i will read
:¨ ·.· ¨: 「nika mühl」 `· . 𐙚her rookieˎˊ˗
pairing: nika mühl x reader
word count: 0.6k
a/n: this is from back when Nika was in UConn cause I’m not creative enough for ts okay shush
It’s your freshman year at UConn, and you’re the newest Husky on the women’s basketball team.
The team took an instant liking to you, and you immediately fit right in, but none of them took you under their wing as much as senior Nika Mühl.
Today’s game is against the Iowa Hawkeyes, a university team who’s good, of course, but can get a little aggressive.
And since you’re the youngest, and least likely to stand up to them, they began to target you.
You jumped up to block a shot, when one of the players came at you from the side, lunging at you and pushing you to the floor, landing on top of you.
Now, this wouldn’t have been a big deal, if you had landed on your side or back, but she made sure you landed face first.
The player rolled off of you and stood up, walking away as if she hadn’t just smashed an eighteen year old girls nose against the floor, meanwhile you pushed yourself up weakly, trying to catch your breath after having the wind knocked out of you.
Your nose was throbbing and bleeding, every voice calling your name sounded so distant yet so loud, and your head was pounding.
While most of your team was at your side, helping you up and checking your injuries, Nika was straight to the girl who hurt you, getting up in her face.
“What is your problem?!” Nika yells, shoving her back by her chest.
The team kept your focus on them, distracting you from the encounter between Nika and the girl by helping you to the bench, where you were given an ice pack and a paper towel for your nose.
The girl scoffed, shoving Nika back.
“I was just trying to stop her from blocking a shot!”
“Yeah, by giving her a concussion!” Nika exclaims, glaring at her.
“Nika, I’m fine.” You whisper, trying to get her to back off.
But either she doesn’t hear you, or she doesn’t care. Because she keeps fighting, until Paige has to go over there to haul her to the bench.
Nika stops struggling against Paige when she sees the state you’re in, quickly kneeling down in front of you.
“Are you okay? Lemme see…” she whispers softly, carefully lifting your chin and pulling the ice away from your nose.
“M’kay, just stings.” You murmur, wincing when she touches your swelling nose.
“Is it just your nose? Are you hurt anywhere else?” She asks gently, looking over you for any other visible injuries.
“Nika, she’s fine, really. It’s just a bloody nose.” Azzi chimes in, trying to soothe her.
Nika glares at her, before looking back at you in worry.
“She smashed her face against the floor, it’s not ‘just a bloody nose’, it’s- it’s bruised, swollen, it looks like it hurts, does it hurt, oh god, you okay?”
Her list of injuries you’d sustained from the push slowly morphs into coddling, gently rubbing your face and kissing your sensitive nose.
You nod slowly in response to her question, leaning into her touch.
“Don’t think it’s broken though, just bruised.” You mumble, as she carefully feels the swelled up area.
“Hmm, m’sorry, it’s okay, I’ll make sure she gets in trouble.”
Nika refuses to leave your side after that, in the locker room after the game, on the bus ride home, when you got back to the dorms, she was with you.
“Nika, I’m fine, really, it’s just a bruise.” You mumble, as she crawls into your bed.
She’d insisted on sleeping in your bed tonight, in case your nose started hurting again.
“It looks bad, baby…” she murmurs, gently running a finger down the bridge of your nose.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, promise.” You whisper, as she cuddles up closer to you.
A platonic fic this time. Hope y'all enjoy! Constructive criticism is always welcome :D
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Platonic pairing(s): UConn x female!reader
Word count: 4k+
Summary: In which you takes care of your friends without needing anything in return.
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When you first arrived at UConn, people immediately had a prejudice against you. Dressed in all black, arms tatted, a resting bitch face and a quiet nature made people think one of three things. One, you thought you were way better than everyone else. Two, you were going to cause a lot of trouble, and not the good kind. Or three, you couldn’t care less about people.
Quite the opposite of that is true.
Though you don’t really look the part, you’re the mom friend of the group. Which the team found out quickly enough. Now when they need a shoulder to cry on, an unjudging ear to talk to, or something as simple as painkillers, they come to you.
You’re calm, level-headed, and always prepared. You also give the best advice out of the whole team. Not because you’ve been through the most shit, but just because you know when to be quiet and let people ramble and when to speak up and give advice or solve their issues.
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You’re currently sitting in the UConn bus on your way to an away game, headphones on as you stare out the window. You’re sitting in the front, where it’s a lot calmer than the back. The seat beside you is empty, just the way you like it. Of course, you love your team, but you like having an open seat in case anyone ever needs to talk about something a bit more private and wants to come over and chat.
You don’t pay attention to the screaming in the back of the bus or the objects soaring through the sky. You only focus on the slow strum of the guitar in the song you’re listening to and the cars flying by on the highway. Your mind is calm, not really thinking about the upcoming game or the exams that are fast approaching.
You sit up straight as your watch buzzes against your wrist. You rummage through your bag, grabbing the stuff you might need, before slowly making your way towards the back of the vehicle. Aaliyah, who’s seated not far behind you, already knows what’s happening, so she just sends you a quick thumbs-up. You nod at her with a small smile before continuing on.
The next person on your list of people to talk to is Azzi. The younger girl is sitting near the middle of the bus, noise-cancelling headphones on with a sleeping mask on her face. Her head is leaning against Paige’s shoulder, who’s trying not to be too loud or make too many movements. Which is pretty hard for the hyperactive athlete, so you give her a mental pat on the back.
Once you reach the couple, you give Paige a smile before crouching down between the rows of seats. You softly put your hand on the resting Azzi, gently rubbing her arm to check if she’s asleep or not. After a few seconds, she shifts, sleepily pulling off her mask before taking off one side of her headphones.
“Hey,” you say softly. “Have you taken your meds?” It takes her a few seconds to register what you’re saying before she shakes her head. Paige bends down to grab her bag, handing her her medication and some water. You give Azzi’s arm a tiny squeeze before continuing further towards the back.
It gets pretty wild as you reach the end. KK is riling up some of the other girls, jumping around from seat to seat, loudly singing a song off-key. Once she sees you coming with a look that says “calm down”, she sits back down with a goofy smile. You might be one of the only people that can get her to chill out a bit without her feeling like she’s being too much or being a bother.
“Have you taken your meds and vitamins?” You ask her, leaning against the empty seat in front of her. “Oh shit!” She curses, looking around for her bag. She searches around for a few seconds before looking at you awkwardly. You roll your eyes fondly, lifting up the bag from next to you.
KK beams as she lunges forward to grab it. You wait for a few moments to make sure she’s taking her medicine and not just getting distracted again. Though she finds her pill box pretty fast, she looks up again with an “oops, I did it again” look. “I forgot my water bottle…” she says with an apologetic smile.
You grin at her as you grab a bottle of water out of your cargo pants. You hand it to her, getting a loud “Thank youuuuu” in response. Once she’s taken her pills, you turn around and make your way back to the front. As you walk, your eyes scan over the seats, making sure that everyone is doing alright.
Before you sit back down in your seat, you nod at coach Geno, who’s already looking at you to see how the rest are doing. Once you’re in your spot, you lean your head back against the window and close your eyes, trying to get some rest during the remainder of the trip.
It doesn’t take long before you feel someone sitting down next to you. You open your eyes again, turning towards your teammate. Caroline gives you a soft smile, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. You pull your headphones down to your neck and look at her with a calm, knowing look. You don’t ask what’s wrong, knowing she’ll tell you when she’s ready.
Realizing you can tell something is wrong and there’s no point in hiding, Caroline drops her smile. “My head hurts,” she mumbles, clenching her jaw as another wave of pain pulses through her skull. “What kind of headache is it? A normal headache? A migraine? Is it from your neck?” you ask softly as to not hurt her head even more. You’re glad the back of the bus finally seems to have quieted down.
“My neck,” she replies with a sad frown. You rummage through your bag to find some painkillers, handing them to her without a word. You let her drink from your water bottle as you make eye contact with Aaliyah as she stands up to make sure Caroline is okay. You give her a look, letting her know you’ll take care of her, making her smile before she sits back down.
After putting your water bottle back, you lean back in your chair, letting Caroline lean against you. You rub her neck, trying to relieve some tension as she relaxes against you. It only takes her a few minutes to be fully knocked out against your shoulder.
The rest of the ride passes without any issues.
Once you arrive at the hotel, you wake up Caroline, who gives you a thankful smile as she loops her arm with Paige, who’s already waiting for her with a concerned look. You stay seated until everyone has made it out of the bus before making your way through the aisle to make sure that no one forgot anything.
You grab Nika’s lucky bracelet from the floor beneath her seat, putting it in your pocket before finally leaving the bus. The girls have already followed CD into the building, while Geno waits for you outside of the hotel. You smile at one another, making quiet conversation as you follow the team. You let him know Caroline was having issues with her neck and that everyone that needed to take medicine took it. When you join the group, Geno pats you on the back in appreciation.
CD explains that they’ve rented the whole top floor of the hotel for the team, but that that doesn’t mean everyone can cause chaos and mayhem. She gives KK and Paige a pointed look, making everyone stifle a laugh. She calls out the names of every girl, partnering them up with someone else to room with for the night. Two by two, the team starts dispersing into the elevator or up the stairs to go to their room.
Since the team is at an odd number, you get assigned to a room by yourself. You don’t mind, though, knowing that at some point everyone ends up hanging out in your room anyway. CD hands you your key with a smile and a wink, while Geno hands you a copy of the schedule. The schedule is somewhat modified from the standard one the rest have.
Your program includes more information than is really needed, but you like being informed. Your sheet is also the only one (outside the coaching staff) with the correct times on it. Though they are brilliant players with a high IQ both on the court and off, most of the girls struggle with being on time. Since it’s not an issue for you, seeing as you’re usually early, you’re the only one to get the correct timetable.
You take your time going up to your room, enjoying the peace and quiet, while also relishing in the faint sound of laughter coming from the team as you pass their rooms. Once you reach your room, you immediately start unpacking everything that needs to be unpacked, like your toiletries as well as your pajamas. When you’re all set, you lie down on your bed with a satisfied sigh.
Seeing as the whole floor has been rented, most girls left their doors open to easily be able to talk to each other and walk to each other’s rooms. Your own door has been left ajar, the only light in the room coming from the hallway and the streetlights outside. You lie on the bed with a satisfied smile as you listen to the giggles from your friends. You grin as you hear KK screeching and Paige’s boisterous laugh, knowing you’ll have to go tell them to quiet down soon before Geno gets mad.
Knock knock
“Knock knock,” a voice says as they knock on your door frame and lean into your room. You open your eyes and give Ice a kind smile. “Black pouch, left side of my suitcase,” you tell her. “What? I didn’t even say anything,” she replies, a confused frown on her face.
You sit up a bit, leaning on your elbows as you smirk at her. “You’re right, my bad. What’s up?” You ask. Ice squints her eyes slightly before mumbling, “Do you have any extra tampons?” Your smirk widens as you flop back down onto the bed, putting your arms behind your head. “Black pouch, left side of my suitcase,” you repeat.
“How did you know what I was gonna say?” She asks in disbelief. You shrug nonchalantly. “It’s the 13th of the month,” you reply, slowly getting up to grab a drink. “So what? You know my whole cycle?” She says with an unsure laugh. You shrug again. “I know everyone’s cycle,” you say before taking a sip of water.
“Azzi gets pretty bad cramps when she has her period, so she comes to me for painkillers. Nika gets bad headaches, so she often comes to me for some peace and quiet. KK becomes quieter and grumpier, Caroline becomes more emotional, and you always forget to bring stuff,” you finish with a smile.
Ice looks at you for a moment. “You’re pretty amazing, you know that?” She says, looking at you like it’s the first time she’s really seeing you. You give her a gentle smile, giving her shoulder a soft squeeze as you pass her. You leave her be as you start making your way down the hall, popping into every room to let them know it’s time for dinner soon and to get ready.
Once you’ve let everyone know, you walk back to your room to change into more suitable clothing. You pass Ice on your way back, giving her a wink and a grin. In no time, you’re ready to leave. You grab a small bag, putting in some more medicine, pads/tampons, bandages, and other stuff the team might need before leaving. You make your way towards the elevator, straining your ears to make sure everyone is getting dressed.
Once inside, you press the button to the floor below you. You stroll over to Geno’s room, knocking on the door and smiling once CD opens it. She lets you in, letting you sit in the chair in the corner of the room. You let them know everyone is getting ready and that the bus should be able to leave within the next 15 or so minutes.
Before long, everyone is back in the bus on their way to a nice restaurant nearby. You stand behind Geno in the aisle as you both do a quick headcount to make sure everyone is there. Most people would think this is unnecessary. Even some of the team have said that before. Well, they did before KK got left behind at a restroom stop, and they only realized she was missing when they realized no one was causing a ruckus.
Once satisfied, the bus driver drives off. You sit closer to the rest of the team this time, seeing as it’s only a short drive. You tease some of the newer players with the older girls, giving them a wink to let them know you’re just joking.
At the restaurant, you sit down at the end of the table, near Paige, Azzi, KK, and Nika. Your eyes scan the menu as you lean to the side to let Nika look at it as well. You listen to what everyone else is getting, shaking your head as Paige says her order.
“You’re not gonna like that,” you mumble as you glance up at her. “What? No, I like this stuff,” she says, nodding her head to convince you. “Remember how you said that last time and then spent the whole dinner pouting cus you hated it?” You ask not unkindly. “Yeah, okay, but this is different,” she says determinedly. “Alright,” you say, giving her a smile.
You order a spaghetti, knowing it’s a dish that Paige also likes, just in case you end up being right. Once everyone’s food and drinks arrive, you take a sip of your water, leaning back as you look at the blonde in front of you. Her face contorts the second she takes her first bite. When she catches your eye, she masks her expression, but it’s too late. You’ve already seen she doesn’t like it.
You give her an “I told you so” smirk before leaning over to switch your plates. “No, no! It’s fine, this is fine!” She stumbles. “Shut up, P,” you reply with a tender smile, swapping the dishes. You don’t notice the grins the rest of the team gives each other at the sweet moment. You share your dessert with KK, who claimed to be too full after dinner but seemed to suddenly have some more space after seeing the sweet treats on the table.
Once back at the hotel, you make your way to your room, knowing that the rest of the girl will soon start filtering in after getting into their pajamas. You know you should tell them to go straight to bed, since you’ve got a game tomorrow, but you can’t. You’ve always had a soft spot for them and struggled to say no to them in moments like this.
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The next morning, you have a quiet yet cozy breakfast with the team. Most of the girls are still too tired to feel the nerves of the upcoming game. You split your time between sitting with the players and the coaching staff, going over strategies and things you’ll have to pay attention to on the court.
At the gym, you do your usual game day ritual before checking up on the other girls. You give Aaliyah your extra arm sleeve when you see her rummaging through her bag with a frown. She doesn’t have to tell you what she’s searching for for you to know what’s wrong. When you see Nika nervously biting her nails, you walk over, handing her a strip of gum without a word. The tension leaves her body the second the minty flavor touches her tongue.
You play the game with your whole heart and soul. You shoot like your life depends on it, steal the ball like a thief in the night, and assist your team as much as you can. When a teammate goes down, you’re the first to reach them. To check that they’re okay or to simply lend a hand to help them up. Everyone plays amazingly. However, it’s not enough.
By the time coach Geno asks for the last time-out of the game, everyone is dead tired. The Huskies were good. Really good. But so was the other team. When you all huddle up, you see the exhausted faces of your teammates, hear their labored breaths, and feel the tension radiating off their skin.
You barely hear Geno talking as you look at the shooters of the team. One of them will have to take the final shot. One of them will have to deal with the crushing disappointment of not being able to score the winning point if it goes wrong.
The coach pauses as he sees the look in your eyes. The moment you decide what you’re going to do, he knows too. You nod at him. “Give me the ball,” you say resolutely. Everyone’s head snaps your way as the words leave your mouth. “You might miss,” Paige says, not trying to make you feel bad, but not wanting you to have to deal with the weight of the final score. “I might,” you reply in a way that shows you’re not changing your mind.
Everyone nods slowly before turning to Geno to listen to what he wants everyone to do. You clench your fists, jaw tight as you look at the floor. No matter what, you know every player did the best they could and that if you missed the shot, it would be okay in the end. However, that gave you little comfort at the moment.
When the final buzzer sounds, the Huskies’ shoulders sag as tears well up in the eyes of the younger players. 63-65 reads the final score. You weren’t able to make the basket. You try not to let the disappointment you feel show in your body language. You shake hands with the other team with a “good game”, you tell Jana her last layup was pure art, and you ruffle KK’s hair with a smile and a wink.
Most of the girls speed walk away when they see the media team appear. Nika doesn’t spot them soon enough before she’s asked to go to the pressroom. She sends you a desperate look that says “please don’t make me go alone”, which isn’t needed as you’re already walking over to join her. You’d rather sit in the locker room with the others than sit in a room with nosy jerks and flashy cameras, but you don’t want Nika to be alone.
The first questions are pretty civil and are aimed at your coach, so you spend your time keeping an eye on Nika and thinking of ways to make everyone feel better once you’re back home. When the first reporter to ask Nika a question starts talking, your head snaps up. The Croatian girl tries to answer to the best of her abilities, but halfway through her answer, her chin starts to wobble as her voice becomes shaky.
The tears in her eyes barely have time to form before you take over. You reply to the question, your voice serious. Though UConn didn’t win, you speak proudly about the team’s playing. Noticing Nika picking her nails in the corner of your eye, you slide your hand into hers underneath the table without a word. Your speech doesn’t falter as she squeezes your hand tightly, like you’re the only thing keeping her tethered to earth.
Once the press conference is over, you sling your arm around Nika and guide her to the locker room. The conversation inside is barely audible, only a few hushed voices being heard every once in a while. You head to the showers before getting changed into comfy clothes for the drive home. You then make your rounds.
You give some encouraging words to the crying players, hold an ice pack to Azzi’s knee, and give a hug to Paige, who looks like she’s holding the world on her shoulders. With every upset frown and sad pout that you’re able to turn into a smile, the weight on your chest lessens.
By the time you get into the bus, most girls have already somewhat recovered from the loss. Paige and Azzi are cuddled up near the back of the bus with lovesick smiles on their faces. Caroline is combing her fingers through the hair of one of the younger players, who’s smiling softly. Aaliyah is braiding Nika’s hair, and though both are silent, you can tell they’re okay.
The bus still feels uncomfortably silent, even with the soft chattering. Because it’s never this quiet. Not when KK is there. KK, the class clown, the prankster, the bright ray of sunshine.
You make your way towards the back of the bus, where the young girl is lying down with a defeated frown. While the girl is usually the happiest one of the bunch, she also has days when she feels like she has failed everyone.
You tap her leg, telling her to move so you can sit. You don’t say anything at first, checking to see what she needs right now. You could give her a big speech on how everyone did their best and that next time, you’d win. You could offer her the stat sheet from the game, showing her that she played better than she’s ever done. Though you know none of that is what she needs right now.
“Hey,” you say softly as you knock your knee into hers. She looks over, barely being able to contain her tears. You can tell she wants to tell you not to bother. That nothing you say right now will make her feel better. So instead, you rummage through your bag and hand her a box. She frowns in confusion as she looks at it.
“I’m thinking of getting a new tattoo,” you say, confusing her even more, since she was sure you’d try to make her feel better by giving a speech. “You wanna draw me one?” She lets her fingers trail over each marker as she shrugs. You give her your arm, telling her you were also thinking of getting your already existing tattoos colored in. Of course, you don’t really want them colored, but it’s a sure way to get KK’s mind off of the loss.
She starts drawing in silence at first. You just sit there, talking about small things that you saw throughout the week that reminded you of her and what video games you want to play with her. Before long, she’s quietly telling you about what happened in her favorite class and is making small jokes. You don’t expect her to become a ball of energy right away, but she doesn’t have to be. You just want her to be less sad.
Hearing KK’s voice and laugh makes the team look back towards the back of the bus. A soft smile is visible on everyone’s face as they see the interaction. The girl beside you doesn’t notice their looks, but you do. You send them a kind smile of your own, nodding as KK asks you something.
Coach Geno asked you if it was exhausting once. Being a good student, an amazing player (both on and off the court, when you help your team), and always taking care of your friends. You’d just shrugged. Of course, it was tiring. But so what?
As you lean back in your seat, KK blabbering nonsense in your ear and the rest of the team scattered out in front of you with calm smiles on their faces, the only thing you can think about is how it’s all worth it. You wouldn’t trade this group for the world, just as they wouldn’t trade you for it.
Can I request smut for Nika? Like where the fucking is rough but her voice and words are gentle and she checks in and does aftercare
Gentle Word, Rough Loving
Warnings/Notes: Smut, Fingering, Oral (R receiving), AFAB reader, 18+ Minors DNI, Daddy kink, use of toys, squirting, Slight hints at Plus Size or Curvy Reader, Also soft Nika and aftercare.
A/n: A early release for Cowboy Anon's Bday. Love ya Bestie.
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You are awoken by the feeling of soft kisses trailing against your bare neck and shoulders, a soft sigh escaping your lips when the kisses began to trail lower. She takes her time to kiss and caress all over your upper body. Every curve, bump, and dip of your body as she tells you how beautiful you are. Her praises turning sexual as she gets closer and closer to the space between your legs. Your wife’s face pulling into an amused smirk at her effect on you despite your sleepiness.
She places a teasing nip to your hip, and you let out an annoyed whine attempting to push her away with little luck when she simply moves lower and spreads your legs. A soft moan escaping her lips when she gives a soft lick from your hole to your clit.
A soft groan escapes you at the action and you find yourself spreading yourself wider for her, silently pleading her to continue her actions. She of course does, eagerly lapping at you until she slid in two fingers. Her lips twitching up when you arch off the sheets and whimper her name.
“Nika… Nika fuck baby.”
That earned a growl and a quick nip to your thigh, the feeling making you jolt in your place and whimper as her fingers sped up and her lips wrapped around your clit to land a quick harsh suck there as a warning.
“D-daddy! I meant daddy!” you plea, clenching around her fingers as she slips in another, her mouth occupying itself on your clit.
The mixing of the two sensations causing you to squirm, leaking juices down her hand and legs begging to shake under her unrelenting pace of thrusts and sucks at your clit. She sends you hurtling towards your first orgasm.
Its intense when it hits, shocking your whole system. Its like a brick wall hotting you. Every nerve in your body going crazy as your body shakes and she continues her suckling at your clit and the bruising pace of her fingers pounding into you.
You gasp and moan and yell for her till your voice goes horse and your eyes flutter closed, your mind quelling to simply allow your body to take in al the feeling and pleasure.
Nika coos when you come down from your high, removing her fingers and making a show of licking them clean, before she places kisses and nips to your thighs. Not a care in the world as your juices make a mess of her face and your thighs.
“That’s a good girl baby, Daddy’s good girl” she coos, reaching into the drawer in the nightstand and grabbing one of her favourite toys. A vibrating egg toy, she coos at your widening eyes and your feeble attempts to get away clicking the toy on with a soft hum and tracing it against your sensitive clit.
She glides it from your clit down to your hole, chuckling in almost a mocking way at how you clench around nothing, arching your back and bucking your hips in an attempt to push the toy in.
“Ah Ah Ah!” she lands a sharp slap to your thigh, making you yelp and whimper under her as she fixes a glare onto you. “Behave for Daddy, my sweet girl” she hums as if it’s a question, but you know its not.
You tug your lip between your teeth chewing on it in anticipation, nodding your head to signal to her you’ll be good. She hums then and moves to push the toy inside clicking it to full power as she buries it deep inside you.
You yelp and whine and moan as your body writhes from the feeling of the vibrating toy pushing against that sensitive spot inside you. “Daddy please, more need more” you pant and her moves to hover over you, attaching her lips to the sweet spot on your neck.
She nips and sucks at you, mumbling praises, and teasing remarks at how easy it is for her to make a mess of you. Her hand slipping back between your legs, slipping in her three fingers with ease, your pussy a leaking abused mess by now.
“That’s it Babygirl, that’s it. Daddy’s perfect little slut” she husks out licking at you neck before finding yet another place to leave a mark. Nibbling at it harshly while she moves her thumb to press and rub at your swollen clit.
“T-To much-“ you whine, panting and attempting to move away from the girl above you, but she has you pinned. Paying your whines and pants no mind, telling you to take it and to be good as she speeds up the pace of her fingers and the abuse on your clit. The action pushing and prodding at the toy deep inside you sending you over the edge again this time even more intense.
Though this time she doesn’t slow down or stop, she keeps going rougher and harder again and again and again. Pushing you to the edge over and over. The sheets beneath the two of you soaked as you begin you squirt and she moans at the feeling moving back down there after the first time, eager to watch the second.
You’re a babbling mess by now moans and whines of “Daddy” and “Too much” escaping your lips like a mantra. Nika’s own mantra if “That’s it” and “Daddy’s good girl” being her only reply. The room filling with wet squelching, moaning and whines.
She brings you close to the edge once more, you feel yourself seconds from your climax, likely about to squirt all over her and the sheets once more until she retracts her fingers. An almost mocking coo sent your way in response to your wines. Though your whines turn to moans when she re attaches her lips to you.
She hands holding your legs firmly apart as she sucks and laps at you. The room filling with your moans and whines mixing perfectly with her groans and the obscene slurping as she eats you out like she’s been starving for days. You cum again, fast, and hard coating her face as you squirt though she doesn’t bat an eye. She simply laps up every drop before going back in just as eagerly and you know then this is going to be a long night…
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By the time the end of the night rolled around your mind was past being broken, you were simply a puddle on the bed barely aware of your surroundings. Nika on the other hand was performing her job diligently.
The second the nights pleasures had ended she had kissed your head praising you as she got up to start a bath, while the water ran, she walked back into the room where you lay half awake on the soaked sex blanket covering the bed.
She made quick work of cleaning any toys that were used putting them away and grabbing out a change of clothes to wear in bed that night, setting them on the pillows next to you. She then gently picked you up, holding you against her with ease as she stripped the blanket from the bed. Never more grateful for the indulgent percase when she sees the unmarked, dry bed. She chucked it into the washing basket to deal with in the morning.
Carrying you into the bathroom she checks the temperature of the water, shutting of the taps as she gets in, guiding you to do so as well as she settles behind you with you on her lap. Half for safety knowing your too exhausted to keep yourself up and half because she just loves the feeling of having you close to her body.
The two of you stay in the warmth of the bath for as long as you can. She uses all your favourite soaps, gently washing your body. She’s extra careful around any sensitive or sore areas as she kisses your base shoulders, holding you securely in her strong arms. Muttering praises as she goes despite not knowing if you can actually hear her or not in your hazy mind.
She even softly shampoos and rinses your hair, being so so careful not to get a drop of soap in your eyes. Once she knows your clean and relaxed, she gives herself a quick wash to rid herself of the sweat and the aftermath of the rather passionate oral she had performed.
She could stay like that forever, the comfortable warmth of the water as she holds you close, tracing shapes against your skin as you lean into her for comfort and safety. Unfortunately, the water started to turn cold, much too soon for your wife’s liking as she lifts you with ease out of the tub with her.
She helps you dry off and dresses you into your favourite comfort sleep clothes and makes quick work of dressing herself before she lifts you off on the bed before you fell into a deep sleep star-fishing on top of the bed. Its easy work for her, strong arms scouping you up as she throws back the covers. Placing you down before getting in beside you, pulling you securely into her arms as she kisses your head. Her hand goes back to tracing mindless shapes against you as she tells you how good you did for her; how much she loves you. You sleepily cuddle close, and her body seems to radiate a comforting head that effectively knocks you out in seconds, her eyes blinking shut as she follows suit. The two of you drifting off peacefully, wrapped up in each other’s arms.
