in the cockpit (small but smutty selfship drabble, first person)
“why the hell would i do that? you think i’m some kind of faggot?”
i sit on the console, trying my best not to press any buttons. my weight shifts from side to side, legs slightly open. any kind of response would likely make him angrier, so i simply gave him an innocent look.
“you think this is funny, don’t you? it’s fucking humiliating; you just want to see me kneel.” he scoffs and rolls his eyes, shifting forwards in his seat and kneeling down on the floor. i didn’t even have to fight him for it; he just did it anyway.
his head dives between my plush thighs, and my fingers run through his greasy, stringy brown hair. i didn’t have to even say a word, and he was between my legs taking gentle laps at my cunt. i spread my legs wider, my swollen dick coming more into view. he latches on immediately, gazing upwards at me with his gorgeous, amber brown eyes. his lashes are delicate, but his brow and nose bridge are strong.
my cheeks are practically numb with how warm they feel.
pulling away slightly and licking his lips, the copilot tries his best not to make eye contact with me. he has a scowl across his face as he gathers up a small amount of saliva in his mouth. he uses his fingers to spread my lips, pulling my glans out of its foreskin, then spits onto my pulsing cunt before going right back in to suck.
“the captain’s gonna see—” i get cut short by him only pressing further in, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling my hips into his face.
Wooooo sillay drabble of the first time Abner sees Elodie’s size shifting powers in action!! They’re both anxious messes so there’s a lot of general awkwardness lol
Purely fluff in this modern au of the BOYS. The true otp. The THROUPLE.
The art here was crafted by one of my favourite human beings! Sooooo, thank you to @cant-help-but-self-ship who created the lovely header art for this drabble!
Anyway, this one is very short because I was sleepy when writing it hshdhshdj
Zoro groaned as he sat in the drivers seat, staring out the window on his side, muscular hand grasping the frame while the other rested on the bottom of the steering wheel wheel, index finger tapping impatiently. “Is never going to hurry the hell up and get out here. It’s been ten minutes.” He offered impatiently.
Luffy glanced over, leaned all the way back in the passenger seat in a bored fashion, absently picking his ear with his pinky. “This isn’t his place.” He pointed out simply.
Squinting at the house, and then adjusting to turn his body toward Luffy, Zoro cocked a brow. “Yeah it is.” He responded, tone laced with a defensive quality that had Luffy sighing.
“Nope.” The shorter of the pair chuckled a bit and moved to speak when Zoro’s phone rang. Glancing at it with a level of nosiness that rivalled a child, Luffy picked the device up and looked at the ID, already opening it and accepting the call. “Rainy!” He started happily, putting the phone on speaker.
Rayne hummed softly, speaking with a curious lilt, “hey, Lu. Where are you guys?”
Luffy went to answer, but before he could, Zoro was taking the phone into his possession which had him laughing quietly, the combination of Zoro’s misplaced annoyance, and Rayne asking the ever poignant topical question was like comedy gold.
Shooting a small look of displeasure Luffy’s way, Zoro shook his head and sighed. “Well, if you look outside you’ll see-“
“No one? An empty driveway?” Rayne interrupted dryly, unable to help himself in doing so.
Almost immediately, Luffy was howling with laughter, elbowing Zoro gently. “See?” He grinned, a playful gleam in his brown eyes.
Groaning and raking a hand through his green spiked hair— messing it up further— Zoro shook his head. “Quit playing around!” He insisted.
“I’m not-“
Luffy leaned over Zoro’s lap to speak into the phone, grinning wolf is holy now, and it was almost like his face would split in half if he grinned any wider as he laughed. “Zoro got lost!”
That much had been obvious.
“Luffy.. my dearest heart… can you tell me where you are?” Rayne asked with a bemused tone, absently tapping the back of his phone.
Zoro sat there, hand resting on Luffy’s lower back as he listened with displeasure, not wanting to actually admit that he had gotten lost despite it being obvious that he had.
Nodding to himself as if Rayne could see him, Luffy hummed. “I think a block away. He got us closer than usual.”
Zoro swatted Luffy’s butt gently for that, crossing his arms and glaring out the window in his own form of displeasure that Luffy liked to think of as sulking and pouting— mostly pouting.
Rayne chuckled. “This is why he should never drive.” He responded in a singsong fashion, raking a hand through his ruddish hair, fixing his long teal braids over his shoulders after, the fidgeting easing his mind.
“Mhmmm.” Luffy agreed, sitting back up and swinging his feet onto the dashboard. “I bet whoever’s driveway we’re in is probably freaked out.” He offered absently.
Zoro couldn’t help chuckling at that. “Fine. I’m at the wrong place..” he murmured, starting the car up again now that Luffy had his phone. “I’ll be there for real in five minutes.” He insisted, shifting the car into reverse and pulling out of the current driveway.
“I won’t count on it.” Rayne teased affectionately.
Luffy beamed, making himself comfortable. “Turn left, Zoro.” He mused, pointing in the direction he meant, making sure the taller man did so instead of somehow going the exact opposite direction. “I’ll keep him in line this time.”
AH. There it was.
Rayne let out a huffed laugh and shook his head. “You let him go the wrong way on purpose didn’t you….?”
“Yep!
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Rayne shook his head as he hung up his phone, having stayed on the line just long enough to be able to gauge that they were already getting closer.
Because Luffy and Zoro were on the right path this time, the man grabbed his house keys and wallet, heading outside, locking the door after himself before sitting on the front steps patiently.
They had likely missed out on the movie viewing they had been planning to go to, but that was fine, they could just go and get coffee and hot chocolate instead…. Maybe go for a small walk together.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as the sound of a car screeching to a halt in his driveway pervaded the air, head lurching up to look, relief flooding him.
Standing up carefully, the auburn haired man headed for the vehicle— a simple beat up old thing Zoro had only been able to afford because he had convinced Naomi to loan him the cash— he still owed her a fair amount of berri because of it, but apparently it had beeen worth it.
“Hey my darlings.” Rayne hummed, leaning into the driver’s side window and kissing Zoro on the cheek before climbing into the back seat of the car, already leaning forward to kiss Lufffy’s cheek, nuzzling the soft olive skin.
Zoro hummed, seeming calmer from the gentle touch. “We’re missing the movie.” He pointed out simply, earning a nod in reply.
Luffy nodded his agreement, undoing his seat buckle and climbing into the back which earned a shout of protest from Zoro as he took a flip flop to the shoulder as black haired man pushed into the back of the car.
Laughing, Rayne made sure Luffy didn’t hit his head. “Yeah, I was thinking we just go to the coffee shop instead, get you and I some coffee— Luffy a hot chocolate— maybe a few cookies, and then we go for a walk in the park?” He suggested.
Giving a thumbs up, Zoro pulled out of the driveway. “Yeah, that’s fine.” He agreed, not visibly excited, but still happy by his standards regardless if it was a visual joy or not.
“Yeah, sounds great to me!” Luffy, the total opposite of Zoro in showing excitement, was all smiles and bright eyes. “I get food out of the deal!” He laughed boisterously, the sound like music to Rayne’s ears.
Rayne smiled fondly and kissed his cheek, occasionally reminding Zoro of which directions they needed to go, his eyes locked on the road to ensure they didn’t miss any turns.
“Free food, even.” Rayne offered absently, more than happy to pay for everything today, especially since Zoro was driving (like always).
“I get FREE food out of the deal!” Luffy corrected with a grin, adjusting in his seat to hug Rayne as a form of thanks.
Apparently I am on a writing kick at the moment! Who would have ever guessed, ya know? I guess thanks to my brain for being obsessed enough with Sam yesterday to write something and open the floodgates after all this time??? Me, writing consistently, who would have thunk it??? WHat’s neXT?! Me writing something about my ship with Dick?? My ship with Remy?? My platonic ship with Wally?! Familial ships with the Addams Family??? NO ONE KNOWS. NOT EVEN ME. Yeehaw!!
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Might’ve already posted this one too seeing as it’s a fav of mine but gaaaaahhhhh/vpos I love how expressive he is liiiike it’s all such a performance from him as far as canon shows him.
Very rarely do we see even a glimpse of an unguarded, Real Genuine Murdoc Emotion in canon.
This isn’t to say that he isn’t really naturally a very expressive person, oh he is, he most definitely is.
But it’s what he’s expressing that’s being warped and twisted beyond recognition.
He lies so much and he’s gotten so good at it he doesn’t just lie with his words now he lies with every tick and gesture and facial expression, all culminating into one grand presentation of falsehood.
Deception is an art and he is a veritable da Vinci in this form of creation. And maybe it wasn’t always this way, but for years, he’s lived for this presentation, this performance.
But it can get tiring, the constant scheming and trickery, the careful maintenance of this web of lies he’s constructed over the years.
So when I come into his life, it’s a bit of a breath of fresh air for him, in a sense. I’m so sensitive and full of raw emotion and so very, very earnest in it and everything else. It’s not like I can help it either. That honesty is a part of me for better or for worse. And he is utterly fascinated by me for this, among other reasons.
He’s not accustomed to the sort of transparency I can’t seem to suppress about myself. He’s used to people who obscure every ill intention with clever articulate words. Just like him (except he’s orders of magnitude better at this obfuscation of truth).
He’s not used to someone who can’t hide what they’re thinking, what they’re feeling, even if they try.
And the funny thing is he doesn’t really see it as a failing. One might assume that he’d see such an inability to conceal things so personal as a weakness. And on some level, he does, see it as a weakness, that is. He knows that I’m soft and vulnerable and mostly defenseless against those who might try to manipulate me via my emotions.
But he’s never seen it as a failing, just a vulnerable point in me, something that needs to be protected from those people. People like him.
Yes he knows very well how dangerous he is. In fact, he takes great pride in it. Most times. Not with me. With me, he has this inexplicable urge to protect me, make sure I don’t get hurt in this way or in any other way. To keep me safe.
And he knows he can, with great confidence. There are very, very few people on this Earth who are quite as lethal as him. So really, where safer could I be than around him?
It’s the lie he tells himself, that it’s a good idea, that I can ever be safe with him, that he could never hurt me. Because the truth is, he could hurt me. He could kill me. It would be laughably easy. It doesn’t have him laughing though. As many things as he’s able to find humor in, this is not one of them. Save for his son, I’m probably the only other person whose safety and well-being he takes deathly seriously.
And it scares him. More than a little. That’s another lie he tells himself. That he’s not scared. That he’s not scared of ruining this beautiful, unusual relationship he has with me. That he’s not scared of hurting me in some way he can’t fix. That he’s not scared that someday he’s gonna wake up and decide to end me.
He is scared.
But he’s never going to admit that, least of all to me. He doesn’t want to burden me with that terrifying worry. And so he finds his lies seeping into this relationship too. He’s not happy about it but if this is the cost to keeping me safe and happy, he’ll lie to me for as long as it does just that.
SELFSHIP SLOP BELOW CUT NOBODY LOOK AT ME NOBODY LOOK AT ME NOBODY LOOK AT ME GHHHH. NOBODY LOOK AT ME
“You wanna go stargazing?”
For having a boyfriend modeled after a star, stargazing felt like a given activity, but shockingly the idea had never once came up. Most of the time, going on dates with Mac started in Jazz bars or out in subpar restaurants with the warm company of each other to keep them busy, but only near the end of long nights would they end up in the sky.
“I mean, yeah. ..why haven’t we? Everywhere is closed, we might as well, right?”
“Well, no duh, babe! Cmon, I could’ve taken you whenever you wanted - it’s always perfect weather with me!”
When Wright had suggested a date, Mac had been half ready to get himself dressed and call off early, but he didn’t need to do nothing for just a little trip to the sky. He went up there for work every night, it was no problem. The two of them walked outside and he pulled a chunk of clouds down, stepping back onto it and holding a hand out for Wright.
When Wright stepped forward one of his feet sank right through, stumbling him with a loud startle. Mac caught the sides of his arms and pulled him all the way straight, leaning him on his side while he looked up and started to ascend them upward. He looked up both to focus on moving them and so he didn’t giggle at his boyfriend almost face planting one step into the platform.
“… don’t you fucking laugh at me.”
“I’m not, I’m not, relax babe!”
“I SEE that!”
Mac craned his body around suddenly and puffed a little piece of cloud on his noise, shushing him as they ended up at the top of the clouds, the platform seamlessly blending into the natural puff of the other clouds around them. The stars up above were slightly foggy, but the fog slowly began to dissipate as Mac focused, small twinkling lights shining down and glowing over them.
Wright started up for a moment and then plopped down, settling over the cloud as he tried to identify anything. It was probably too cold for a reptile to be up here, but it mattered little to not. If he got cold, he could always just nag Mac for it.
“Woah… we need to come out more often, you can’t see these at ALL from down there… you come up here daily?”
“‘S all part of the job! Hey, if I knew you liked it so much, I would’ve brought you here instead of those cheap ass bars! Ill make a note of it for you!”
“You better.”
Mac more naturally settled into the cloud, his hands comfortably sinking into the fluff and letting him root himself like a large blanket. He pointed out a few of the major constellations, but the stars were soon forgotten for gossip and other conversation. The sun was still hours away from rising over the new dawn, but they stayed out so long the clouds around them moved and changed with time.
Eventually Wright stopped being able to slow blink at the little dots in the sky and turned his body, plopping his head backwards onto Macs lap. Mac startled, briefly holding his hands up before chuckling to himself and adjusting, putting an arm over his chest to hold him there. Wright stared at him for longer than would be socially acceptable, until he finally broke in to ask about it.
