so i'm a sucker for the whole 's/o kissing their scars' so could i get that for sabo, luffy and thatch? thank you!!
Monkey D. Luffy: Luffy never really slept for many hours, unless it was after a fight, and he knew that. You often told him after said battles. So, when he woke up hours before the sun would even be up, he groaned and opened his eyes, a small pout on his lips. He felt your breath slowly blowing the hair on his forehead around, making him snicker to himself and nuzzle his face in your chest, arms tight around your waist. He heard you groan softly and he wondered if he woke you up. Hopefully! He gets so bored alone.
“Luffy?” He heard your soft and scratchy voice call into the dark. “You’re up already?” You murmured, a soft hum leaving his lips when your hand stroked the black strands of his hair in the way that he liked it.
“Yeah. I’m bored.” He whined softly, his own voice scratchy from sleep. He heard your soft chuckle and he could only smile at it. He loved your laugh.
“Why not get some more sleep?”
“I’m awake already, though.” Another chuckle came from you and you adjusted yourself to prop up on your elbows over him. He smiled at you but tilted his head to one side. What were you up to? Eyes adjusted to the dark already, he watched you lift your hand and brush your fingertips over his bare chest where his muscles contracted from your sudden touch. He called your name but continued to watch as you lowered yourself to kiss the scar that permanently marked his body. He seemed to hum again when you pressed kisses all along the mark up to his neck, your lips brushing his skin until you got to some scars and it was a proper peck to each one. Even on his shoulders and neck, he had smaller scars unnoticeable to anyone else but you and the crew. At the sensation of your soft lips against those parts of his body lulled him into exhaustion but he continued to watch.
You moved your hands to cup his face and turned his head gently so that you could press a lingering kiss to the scar under his eye, making said eye close and snicker at your smile against his skin. You pinched his cheeks and stretched them gently, making him grin at you.
“You’re so strong… “ His grin showed the sleepiness he felt after basically given a massage from you.
“I have to be.” You hummed as a response and placed another kiss over the scar before finally pressing your lips together with his. He smiled into it, just like always, and, when you pulled away, he yawned. You laid back down next to him and he immediately clung onto your waist again, making home in your chest, like usual. You rested your head against his and yawned yourself, smiling as you dozed off to sleep after hearing his even breaths and snores.
Sabo: It was obvious that in his position that Sabo would have scars but he couldn’t help but feel insecure about the scars he bore, especially the one on his eye. He would catch his negative thoughts quickly and brush them off but, sometimes, when the two of you were truly alone, he would get lost in those thoughts and wonder if you would have liked him better without such imperfections marking his skin. He plopped himself down on the bar stool and leaned his arms against the counter, the emptiness of the room making it easy for him to get lost in his own head. He reached up to touch the skin under his eye, still feeling the unevenness of it, and jumped when you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and pressed a kiss to the back of his head.
“What are you up to?” He turned a light shade of pink and he tilted his head back to look at you, a small smile on his lips at seeing your happy expression.
“Resting and thinking.” He watched as you circled around him and the counter, putting your elbows on the surface and leaning forward toward his face.
“Mind if I ask what you’re thinking about?” He bit the inside of his cheek before meeting eyes with yours.
“Are… Are you sure you don’t mind it?” You knew what he was talking about. Being with him for these past couple of months, you were not blind to the insecurities he carried. You let out a soft sigh and pushed yourself further even more, leaning very close to him now.
“Sabo-”
“I know you said that you are but doesn’t it bother you? I mean it’s not discreet at all-” You interrupted him when you pressed a fleeting kiss to the scar on his left eye.His face turned a light red as you pulled back and grabbed his hands, pressing even more kisses to his hands where there were even smaller scars there from his years as a revolutionary. He was completely frozen, watching as you continued to kiss his scarred skin before returning to the one on his eye, moving to cup his face as the kiss was much longer than the others. He felt his face was on fire when you pulled back but he didn’t hate it. He really hoped he didn’t actually accidentally set something on fire. At your soft smile and giggle, he shyly met with your eyes.
“I love you. That includes your scars.” He bit the inside of his cheek and nodded slightly, reaching up to touch his eye, an overflow of emotions hitting his chest all at once. You noticed this and let out a small laugh, circling around the counter to get between his legs and hug him. “Aww, Sabo~!” He hugged you back, whining softly at the teasing in your voice and hiding his face in your shoulder.
Thatch: It was a peaceful night. One that he adored the most, especially when you were here beside him in his room. You were laying on top of him, arms resting against each side of his head and curled at the top so that your fingers played with his hair. He was smiling up at you as you focused in on his hair, admiring the softness. He wanted your attention so he pressed a quick kiss to your lips, getting what he wanted as you met eyes with him and smiled. Although, he noticed that you still played with his hair.
“Is my hair that interesting to you, (Y/N)-chan?” You shrugged and leaned down, bumping your nose against his and he nuzzled back in retaliation.
“You do style it very peculiarly.” He pouted, although you could see the mirth in his eyes.
“That’s rude, (Y/N)-chan. I’m hurt.”
“Hmm… You love me.” Your small laugh made him smile once again. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself relax after such a hard day. He felt your fingertips brush against the scar that was next to his eyes. He could feel your fingers on the top of the scar, where his eyebrow was, and down to the top of his cheek. His smile seemed to widen as your fingers were replaced with your lips. The skin under your lips seemed to heat up and he could only chuckle as your kisses became more playful and you made exaggerated ‘muah’ sounds against his heated skin.
“Is my head that intriguing for you?” He opened his eyes when you pulled back and, dear lord, the gaze on your face made his heart almost flip out of his chest.
“Everything about you is intriguing.” He smiled before cupping your own face and moving his hand through your hair, admiring the softness of it when he pulled you down lightly. His lips met with yours, heart fluttering with your own.
“I love you.” He murmured when he pulled away and tugged you down into his arms and against his chest. He felt the way your fingers pressed against his sides and rubbed there soothingly, feeling the love that you always say you have for him in action.
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