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[mydearlybeloathed]

“brazen” ft. zoro

Zoro rolled over when you were five feet away from his hammock, shrouded in the midday darkness he’d sought in the storage room. It’s no wonder he jerked up and nearly fell out. “Shit, don’t do that!”

Everyone else worked through various activities around the ship, the sweltering heat making some deck work miserable, but the whole crew contented themselves to a slow day at sea. Yet, you stood here, eyes slightly wide and stare greatly troubled. Zoro leaned up in his hammock, swaying it gently, and flitted his eyes all over you. You weren’t harmed by the look of you, so it had to be something different. 

Zoro was good at dealing with physical things. Like swords, wounds, and annoying cooks. You presented a challenge; you brought him immaterial emotions and ideas, rewriting the way he viewed the world till he was somehow visibly softer. Nami pointed it out to you one low-lit night, noticing how Zoro didn’t bite back at Sanji as much—he knew it upset you when he did.

So he parted his lips and closed them sharply, unsure what to do with you. From the way you stood frozen just out of arms reach, breathing carefully caught, he figured you were much the same. Zoro blinked away sleep and rubbed at his jaw. 

“Something wrong?”

Instantly, you recoiled, laughing. “Nah. Sorry I woke you, I didn’t see you’re asleep.”

Now he knew for certain you were lying. You and Zoro had been on that crew together long enough for you to know his shitty sleep schedule. He cocked his head. “Wanna try again?”

“No.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re very brazen, you know.”

“And you came here for a reason,” Zoro turned it around, not bothering to ask whatever brazen meant. Later he’d skim the dictionary he’d bought just to keep up with your vast vocabulary. “So, what is it?”

Cold closed off your expression from him, foot inching backward, tiny murmurs of stupid slipping between your lips. Zoro huffed and lunged out for you, his hand catching the cloth of your shirt and yanking you back to him. You yelped, teetering on your toes, twisting around to catch yourself—your right hand hit Zoro’s chest and your left dipped into the hammock, your legs crossed and twisty. Zoro still gripped your shirt, inhale sharp and touch featherlight. 

“I know I’m… brazen,” he grunted. “But you can talk to me. You always have talked to me, so what’s the matter now?”

Chest tight, a dull ache spread from your heart to your arms and legs, up your neck and welling in your eyes. You let slip a shallow breath, a single look enough to express yourself to him. Zoro’s arms reached around your torso, righting you before hooking a hand under your thigh and heaving you into the hammock with him. You couldn’t focus on the awkward position of being on his lap, not when Zoro’s specific kind of unspoken comfort met you readily.

You slipped into his embrace flawlessly, as though you’d lain clutching him in a hammock a thousand times. His hand drew circles on your back, his eyes wide and afraid—tears started to dampen his chest, and he didn’t care at all about that, but Zoro did care about you.

And right now you needed silent comfort, and that he could give you, if nothing else. Zoro never spoke a word, hearing how your labored breathing slowed to something akin to regulated. When you felt ready, you raised your head from being buried in his chest and told him what ailed you. Zoro hung on every single word. 

“It feels superficial to say,” Zoro whispered, reaching to swipe a strand of hair out of your face. “But I think it’ll be okay. Maybe not now, but eventually.”

Relaxed with your legs resting between both of his, your hands folded atop his chest and your chin settled there, you nodded softly. You met his gaze suddenly, gathering your nerve to lean up and press a tender, lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth. You pulled back enough to say, “Thank you.”

Zoro’s hand raked into your hair and drew you back in, capturing your lips against his in the hope that all his yearning, devotion, and appreciation could become tangible in your hands. He dealt with physical things, and you dealed in the unspoken; yet that stark divide felt bridged then and there in that little hammock.

[momonyu]

matching pairs

sanji, nami, law, zoro, ace

the matching items that you two share

0.4k words

a/n: just cute little relationship headcanons, short and sweet!!!

you and black-leg sanji have matching rings. you bought them for each other at a flea market – a happy accident because you both wanted to surprise the other. really, what are the chances that you two found the same silver band at two different stalls? now, one finds its home on your finger while the other hangs on a chain around sanji's neck, a reminder that you two are destined to always find each other.

you and nami have matching headbands. you insisted on the ultra-fluffy ones and nami was adamant about getting the ones with the animal ears. part of your nighttime routine now includes the two of you making faces at each other in the mirror, faces slathered in cleanser and creams. your favourite part is when you catch her eye in the mirror and she blows you a kiss, because what's the point of being in love if you aren't having fun?

you and trafalgar law have matching tattoos. his eleventh tattoo might've started as a way to coax you into getting your first, but it's now one of his favourites. it's the fact that you're the one who inked him, marking him with a little heart that matches the one on your hip – the one that he kisses every time he's stripped you down, when you're most intimate and vulnerable. only he knows where to find this everlasting declaration of love, and what a wonderful thing that is.

you and roronoa zoro have matching t-shirts. he hated them at first, which is exactly the reason why you bought the tacky shirts in the first place. cackling at his disapproval, you laughed so hard that you didn't even notice how his gaze went soft at your happy smile. he still moans and groans every time you wear it to bed, but he'll always put his on without asking – though he'd much prefer if the shirts were off and you weren't wearing anything at all.

you and portgas d. ace have matching photos. he dragged you into the photobooth at the carnival and before you knew it, you were making kissy faces and couple poses into the dirty lens. the pictures came out blurry and the colour is faded, but the absolute joy captured in those tiny frames makes it your favourite possession. it stays tucked into your mirror, a lasting memory that outlives the vivre card that you kept with it.

[kibblz-n-bitz]

Unabashed

Summary: Luffy wants you. He isn't afraid to tell you, either.

Warnings: Needy Luffy, rough sex, biting, breeding, I'm just really horny for this guy ok i'm practically writing this half asleep, NOT beta read

"I want you."

The statement made you choke on the drink you had lifted to your mouth. You coughed and sputtered as Luffy stared at you. There was no embarrassment or shame laced into his features. He'd said it so casually, as if complimenting the weather or Sanji's cooking.

The two of you had been helping Franky move some supplies into the storage room. You'd just finished moving the last set of boxes and were sitting in the room, relaxing with your captain with a drink Sanji had bought you. He ignored Luffy's pleas for one, so the two of you were sharing the fizzy beverage.

You were giggling at some joke Luffy had made before he paused and stared at you. He had tilted his head, almost as if he was confused, before confessing to you. Without missing a beat, Luffy leaned down to wrap his lips around the straw from the cup that was still in your hand. You blinked, dumbfounded.

"L-Luffy, what do you mean?"

"I feel all funny whenever I'm around ya. Down here." He took your other hand, bringing it to his lower abdomen. You could feel his muscles twitch underneath your palm. He was warm. "And it means that I want ya."

Heat rushed to your cheeks. How your captain was able to say something so bold without batting an eye, you'd never know. But this is Luffy you were talking about. It's not much of a surprise, either. You looked down to where your hand rested on Luffy's stomach. You bit your lip, thinking for a moment.

"Lets... take this somewhere else."

With that, you grabbed his hand and led him to the girls cabin. It was the middle of the day, so luckily Nami and Robin were out on the ship. Luffy giggled as you dragged him into the room, before slamming the door and locking it. The moment you had him in the room, you pushed him up against the door.

"Are you sure?" Your lips were inches away from his. But you needed to hear it. Luffy snorted.

"'Course I am."

You surged forward, planting your lips on his. Luffy grunted into your mouth as you brought a hand to tangle in his hair. It was surprisingly soft. His hands landed on your hips, squeezing ever so slightly. You sighed into his mouth as he led you backward. The back of your knees hit your bed. You pulled away from your captain, placing a gentle hand on his chest.

"W-wait." You pushed him backward, much to Luffy's dismay. He pouted at you and you giggled. "Just lemme get undressed, okay?"

Realization dawned on your captain. He nodded and went to remove his own clothes too, placing his straw hat on your night table. His top was easy to remove (since his shirt was open all the time), but his leg got caught in his denim shorts, causing him to stumble a bit. He finally righted himself with an aha! By the time he looked up, you were already naked, blinking up at him.

"Take what you need from me, Captain."

Luffy grinned like a madman, jumping into bed with you unceremoniously. You laughed as his actions caused the bed to sway and you both ended up in a tangle of limbs. It was silly and so Luffy, you had known getting into bed with a man like him would be fun. You had liked him the moment you'd joined the crew. This felt like a dream come true, in the arms of the man you'd been thirsting over for so long.

With a giggle your hands grabbed Luffy's face, bringing his lips to yours once more. He groaned, rutting his hips into you. He needed to be inside of you so badly. You giggled, taking one of his hands from where it was clenched in the pillow beside your head. You brought it down between your legs.

"Gotta warm me up first, captain."

You weren't sure how experienced your captain was. The man hardly ever showed interest in people, at least not in a sexual way. You'd heard of beautiful women courting him, only to be turned down with a smile and nonchalant, "no thanks!" But regardless, he seemed to get the picture. His eyes lit up and he kissed you, before nuzzling into your face and neck. His index finger swiped through your folds.

"You're so wet, Y/N." Luffy breathed, licking and sucking at your neck. His finger circled you clit a few times, and he giggled as you squirmed. His tongue traced your collarbone as he plunged his finger inside you.

You whined, gripping his hair. He pumped in and out of you for a few moments, curling ever so often. You could tell he was being careful, it was like he would try a different angle and listen for your reaction before continuing. When he added a second finger you let out a whimper.

"M-more, Luffy. please."

Without skipping a beat a mouth sealed over your nipple at the same time his finger curled inside of you. You moaned, squirming against the boy. His fingers fucked you deeper, harder. His other hand came to play with your other nipple. Your head rolled against the pillow and Luffy bit and sucked your chest. God, you couldn't even imagine the way you'd look in the mirror tomorrow. It was too much, and not enough at the same time. You needed more.

"Fuck! Luffy," You panted and tugged his head off of your chest. He had been humping against your leg and drooling all over your chest. You didn't want him losing himself before he had the chance to fuck you.

"C-can I put it inside ya now? Please?" Luffy whined, nuzzling against your face and rutting himself in between your folds. You kissed him, biting his lip and reveling in the whimper he let out.

"Yes captain. Fuck me, please." You sighed against his lips. Luffy groaned and pushed forward, pushing his cock into you. Your moans bounced off the walls of the cabin. Huffing, Luffy withdrew his hips before pushing back into you. His movements were a little stiff, too calculated, like he was trying to gauge your reaction first. He was fighting the urge to bury himself into you over and over, so as to not hurt you.

"I-is this okay, Y/N?"

You smiled, wrapping your legs around the boy hovering over you. You kissed the scar underneath his left eye and took his face in your hands.

"Let go, Luffy. It's okay. I can handle it, I promise" You peppered reassuring kisses to his face, causing him to giggle. He nodded and wrapped his arms around you, angling your hips a little higher. His face buried into your neck as his hips moved faster, deeper, fucking into you like his life depended on it.

You moaned and held onto your captain's shoulders. You were certain that any one of your crewmates walking past the door could tell what was going on inside the cabin by now. Luffy moaned and whined, drooling all over your neck and shoulder. He was moving purely on instinct, length pushing against your cervix with every thrust.

"Ya feel so good Y/N," Luffy had huffed after a particularly harsh thrust. "So- ngh haa- so warm n' wet."

His words made you clench down on him, earning a moan from the both of you. He rutted against you wildly, moving purely on instinct. He would grind against the deepest parts of your body before thrusting, shallow, like he couldn't stand to be outside of you for more than a few seconds.

"C-close- Luffy!" You gasped, writhing in his arms. He whined as you tightened and fluttered around his length. His hand snuck down to rub at your clit, trying so desperately to feel you tighten around him again. You cried out, hands scrabbling at your captain's back and back arching off of the mattress. Your orgasm spurred Luffy into his own, as his thrusts seem to trip and stumble after pressing himself as deep as he possibly could inside of you.

You both gasped for air as you cam down from your highs. Luffy sighed and kissed you again, bringing you back from your daze. It was good. He was definitely slobbery, but you didn't mind. Luffy was passionate and wild and you loved him. So when he rolled off of you to lay beside you, you smiled at him before pressing your body against his. He accepted you happily, wrapping his body around you immediately.

"So, how was it?" You giggled against his lips.

"It felt amazing, Y/N! Can we do it again?" He beamed at you. You smiled.

"Later, Luffy. Right now I just want to hold you."

"OK!"

A few seconds went by in a comfortable silence before you looked up at Luffy to find him looking down at you, a lazy smile spread across his face. You sighed, rolling your eyes. You tried to fight the smile wiggling onto your face as you hooked a leg over your captain before rolling on top of him. Luffy burst out laughing. Once again you rolled your eyes before pressing a kiss to his giggling lips.

"I spoil you too much, y'know that?"

[feelinmatcha]

❛ 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ❜

DESCRIPTION: you don't want to celebrate your birthday, but perhaps your friend(?) will change that NOTE: reader is implied to be an older sister. angst to fluff. age mention?? but you can easily take it out!! CHARACTER(S): modern! sanji & zoro 🎵: the last time by taylor swift ft. gary lightbody

You wished you could care more about it. Truly. But birthdays stopped being special a long time ago. And now they felt like something you'd outgrown, like a shirt that once fit and no longer did.

When Nami asked about it over breakfast, her voice so casual as she asked when you'd be celebrating, it was like the entire room froze around you. The others were watching, forks paused mid-air, and you felt yourself retreat inward, pulling your arms around yourself as if you could make yourself disappear. "It doesn’t matter," you mumbled, but you could feel the weight of their stares even after you said it.

You tried to remember when you stopped caring, tried to pinpoint the exact year birthdays turned hollow. Maybe it was the year your parents stopped lighting candles and making cakes, reserving that fuss for your younger siblings, who still had reason to smile as they counted the candles. Or maybe it was the year your stepsister—just a few months older—received a thoughtful gift and the whole family gathered around her, while you spent the better part of your own day staring at the phone, waiting for your mom to call. She finally did, hours later, voice muffled by kitchen sounds, explaining that she’d been busy with pastry orders and barely managed a quick “Happy Birthday.”

And you wanted to be okay with it. You really did. You told yourself she was doing her best, that she had her own life, her own dreams, that maybe it was selfish to want more.

But later that night, alone in your room, you finally picked up the phone and left her a voicemail, your voice thick and breaking. “Hey, Mom. I tried calling you earlier. Guess you’re busy right now. Just wanted to tell you… remember that test I was stressing about? I got an eighty-one. Not perfect, but it’s something.”

You stared at the screen for a long time after hanging up, waiting for the pang to settle. Twenty-one years old, but somehow you felt twice that. You wondered if birthdays would feel different if you’d already moved out, if you had your own house, your own kids. Maybe then she’d remember, maybe then she’d care.

The ache returned, and you swiped the back of your hand across your eyes, furious at yourself. Why couldn’t you be stronger? Why couldn’t you stop hoping?

Eventually, another year came around, and with it, the dreaded day. You were thankful Nami hadn’t brought it up again, not since that morning at breakfast. She must’ve seen the look in your eyes, the way your voice cracked just enough when you’d admitted you didn’t take pleasure in celebrating it anymore. She hadn’t pushed, and for that, you were grateful. For that, you felt a little less alone.

roronoa zoro

The kitchen lights buzzed to life, casting a warm glow over the counters stacked with groceries. A couple of tomatoes, three fresh baguettes, too many leafy greens for one person—all evidence of Sanji’s over-the-top attempt to “share” his food with Nami. You could almost hear him explaining it to her, claiming he’d bought too much for the week. But you knew better. You knew he’d counted on her taking it, on feeding her like she wouldn’t feed herself, and the thought made you grin, sifting through the bags with a growing smile.

“Eggplant, garlic, rosemary,” you muttered, almost impressed by how thoughtful it all was. Everything was fresh, carefully chosen, perfect for the recipes he’d probably rattled off to Nami before he left. But still, the faint lingering scent of his cologne—the one he seemed to think was charming but always hit your nose like a cloud of spiced ash—hung in the air.

You set a bottle of olive oil on the counter, catching your reflection in the glass. There was something about today, the weight of it pressing a little harder as you remembered it was your birthday. You hadn’t mentioned it, hadn’t wanted to, but it felt like the knowledge was there, lurking, like a reminder you were determined to ignore.

The door down the hall creaked open, followed by the soft thud of it closing and heavy footsteps coming closer. Zoro’s voice rang out, gruff and tinged with irritation, “I can smell Sanji’s disgusting perfume. Did he come here?”

Flipping on the kitchen light, you turned and stifled a grin as Zoro appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, his nose wrinkled in mock disgust. He looked every bit the part of the annoyed rival, his hair damp from training, shirt rumpled as he leaned against the frame, eyeing the bags on the counter with open disdain.

“Yeah, he was just here,” you said, glancing up as Zoro stepped into the light, his nose crinkling in mock disgust. “But I think he left enough rosemary in here to mask the smell. Unless you’re that sensitive?”

“Sensitive?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter, arms crossing over his chest. “It’s just hard to breathe when that walking cologne cloud’s been around. How many tomatoes does he think Nami needs, anyway?”

You shrugged, picking up one of the tomatoes and tossing it his way. He caught it with a smirk. “Sanji just wants to make sure she's fed.”

“Please,” Zoro snorted, turning the tomato over in his hands before placing it back on the counter. “Does he really think Nami can’t feed herself? Or did he just want an excuse to show off?”

“You know him. Probably both,” you said, leaning back against the counter, a smile tugging at your lips as you watched him. Zoro’s presence filled the room in a way you couldn’t quite explain—steady, calm, a quiet sort of reassurance that reminded you there was no need to feel alone.

You found yourself letting out a sigh, the kind that comes when you’ve been carrying a weight around for too long. Zoro’s gaze flickered over you, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Something wrong?”

For a second, you thought about brushing it off. But the way Zoro looked at you—sharp but somehow softened by a quiet understanding—made it hard to lie. It was as if he could see through any mask you tried to put on.

“Just… thinking,” you murmured, glancing down at the bags Sanji had left behind. “Birthdays, you know? Nami brought it up the other year, and it kind of stirred things up.”

Zoro’s face shifted, his usual hardness melting away as he took you in, tilting his head a little. “Didn’t know it was your birthday,” he said quietly, his voice steady, free of pity or fuss.

“It wasn't... it's today, actually,” you admitted, the words feeling heavier than you’d expected. “It's fine, I just… stopped celebrating it a while back.”

He didn’t press, but his gaze was unwavering, his arms still folded as he leaned a little closer, his posture saying he was there, that he was listening.

“Why did you stop?” he asked finally, his tone calm, as if he were inviting you to share without any pressure.

You took a slow breath, the ache you’d been holding onto all day surfacing. “I guess… it just stopped feeling like my day,” you said, each word weighing you down a little more. “It was always about someone else, something else. Eventually, it felt easier to just… ignore it. Less disappointment that way.”

He didn’t break eye contact, his expression unreadable yet somehow gentle, as if he were waiting for you to finish, giving you room to feel everything out loud.

“Makes sense,” he said after a beat, his tone soft, thoughtful. “But… maybe you’re looking at it wrong.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the insight. “Oh yeah? How so?”

He shrugged, his gaze drifting briefly over the countertop before coming back to yours. “Maybe birthdays don’t have to be about other people making it special. Could just be about you doing something you actually want to do. Doesn’t have to be a party or some grand gesture. Could be as simple as sitting around eating these tomatoes if that’s what makes you happy.”

The simplicity of it caught you off guard. You’d thought of birthdays as a day that had to mean something because other people made it that way. But maybe Zoro was right. Maybe the day didn’t have to be a spectacle; maybe it could be quiet, even small, and still feel like yours.

“Maybe…” you murmured, feeling a small, tentative smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe today I’ll just take it easy, let myself have that. Not stress about what it’s supposed to be.”

Zoro’s lips quirked into the faintest hint of a smile. “That’s the spirit.”

You both stood in comfortable silence, his steady presence taking up space in a way that felt grounding, safe. He glanced down at the bags Sanji had left, his smirk returning as he let out a soft chuckle.

“Now, let’s figure out what to make out of Sanji’s mountain of produce before it goes to waste. Who knows—could end up being the best ‘birthday dinner’ you’ve had in years,” he added with a teasing grin.

You laughed, the sound soft and light. And as you started unpacking the groceries, working side by side with Zoro, the day felt different, lighter. No big party, no expectations—just a quiet moment, one you could claim as your own.

black leg sanji

Sanji had been over at your apartment last night, like he often was on weekends. He’d practically taken over the kitchen, turning the small space into his own personal cooking studio, filling it with warmth and the scent of roasted herbs and spices. It was cozy, cramped, and packed with the kind of laughter that spilled out of the windows and into the autumn air outside. He’d left around midnight, making his usual theatrical exit, waving his hand with a smirk, promising he’d be back to “save you and Nami from culinary catastrophe” as he dramatically put it.

When you’d come back to the kitchen to grab some water, there it was on the counter: a small white envelope with your name written on it in his signature, neat handwriting. There was no address, no note outside, just your name.

You took the envelope to your room and opened it, heart skipping a beat as you unfolded the note.

“Hey, you,” it began, simple but with his effortless charm. “I didn’t want to say this with everyone around, but tomorrow’s your birthday, right? You probably won’t want to make a fuss, but I thought maybe I could do a little something to make it a day you’ll remember. Meet me at the coffee shop by the library at noon, if you’re up for it.”

When morning arrived, you found yourself a little more excited than you’d expected. Noon couldn’t come fast enough. You made your way to the small coffee shop tucked along the edge of campus, right beside the library, where trees were shedding leaves in a blanket of amber and red. The café itself was a quaint, narrow little place with warm brick walls, a black-and-white tiled floor, and wooden tables spread under strings of fairy lights. It had that cozy, old-world feel that made you want to curl up in one of its soft leather booths and lose track of time.

You found him immediately. Sanji was leaning against a table near the front window, gazing outside, lost in thought. The soft autumn light filtered through the glass, casting a warm glow over him, and when he turned, catching sight of you, a genuine smile broke across his face. He walked over, dressed in his usual dark button-down and black slacks, looking completely at ease despite the bustle of students around him.

“There you are,” he greeted you, his tone gentle as he took your hand, leading you to the table he’d reserved. His eyes flickered over you with a softness that made your heart race.

On the table sat a small, carefully frosted cake—something he’d clearly made himself. A single, delicate candle was nestled in the frosting, and beside it, a small bouquet of wildflowers sat in a mason jar, the bright petals adding a splash of color against the warm browns and reds of the café’s decor.

“It’s not much,” he said, scratching the back of his neck with a slightly sheepish smile, “but I thought you deserved something that was just for you. Hope you don’t mind me commandeering your birthday a little.”

You took a seat across from him, feeling the coziness of the café wrap around you, like a small world set apart just for this moment. There was something quietly magical about it all, something you hadn’t felt in a long time—an unexpected warmth that went straight to your heart.

Sanji cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Close your eyes,” he said, a hint of that usual playfulness back in his tone. “I’ll light the candle.”

You closed your eyes, listening to the soft flick of his lighter and feeling the glow of warmth as he leaned in to light the candle. When you opened your eyes, he was watching you, a gentle smile on his face, his eyes reflecting the candle’s flickering light.

“Make a wish,” he murmured, voice low and intent.

The café faded away, the distant hum of conversation and clinking of cups disappearing as you focused on that single, flickering flame. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself, for the first time in a long time, to make a wish. And when you opened them, he was still there, watching you, as if he could read exactly what was in your heart.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered, his voice warm and sure, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You leaned forward, blowing out the candle, the quiet applause of the flame fading into the room’s ambient light. The scent of vanilla and warm frosting filled the air, mixing with the comforting smell of coffee and the rich, earthy tones of autumn that drifted in from the open window. You smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest you hadn’t realized you missed, a feeling of being seen, of being cherished, if only for a moment.

“Thank you, Sanji,” you murmured, unable to keep the gratefulness from your voice.

He smiled, his fingers brushing yours across the table, his touch light but reassuring. “It’s nothing. Besides, you have a lot of birthdays to make up for.”

[luvlyycy]

sanji groans as he lays in the bed of a inn, a yawn escaping from his lips. his birthday was fun but overewhelming. not to say he didn't enjoy it.. it was just.. he didn't see you all day..

a frown deepens on his lips as he remembers that he saw you yesterday, but not today. he begins to remove his suit jacket, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he hears his door open— he knows that nami stole the spare key, so he assumed it was her.

"nami-san?" he calls towards the door, only to hear your voice call back, "hiii, sanji..".

if he were a dog his tail would be wagging. "mon ami !" he stands up excitedly, only for you to gently push him back down.

"sorry i wasn't here baby, i was doing something for you." he can tell by the tone of your voice it was something good— something delicious.

your hands entangled in his blonde locks, the moon shining in from the window, his smile widening— "what is it?—"

"i know it's not the best but.." your hand pulls on the silk ribbon around your waist, your robe slipping off your body to reveal the lacey light blue lingerie you had bought.

sanji leans his head back for a moment, placing one hand over his nose before he looks back at you— his other hand curling around your waist to pull you closer, voice muffled, "god, you're so beautifully wrapped. almost like the perfect meal..—" his hand slides between your legs, tickling your clit— "but this.. is what i'll be eating tonight, cherie..—"

[lesbomaticlove]

working on a modern zosan au and heres some drawings that are kind of context to the story? only zoro drawings today whoops

yes, nami bought him that shirt. yes, nami took that polaroid.

zoro and luffy were on the baseball team together all throughout high school and college, luffy being team captain a lot of that time and the two being the star pitcher/catcher duo <3

[deadsnothere]

Gunslinger Girl! pt.2

Synopsis - After getting a call from Garp, Alias made her way to the Baratie for a nice bite to eat and a long needed reunion.

Part 1

WARNINGS!! - READER HAS A NAME!!

Request - no, not taking them.

Word count - 2.5k

Speak Ali! - Both parts together make 5,340 words, it's evolved my brain man.

I saw this ending many ways. Deep diving for Luffy was one of the many.

I unclipped my gun holster so they fell right off my shorts and dove in after Luffy as soon as Arlong was out of my sight. Water made him lighter so it wasn't hard to get the hefty boy back onto land, with help of Usopp and Sanji of course. I hated it, watching him cough up water and choke like he did. I wanted to find the largest ice bullet known to man and put it in that stupid man's skull. Luffy Spoke, even if it was weakly. “Where's Nami?” Usopp spoke next. “She’s gone. She’s a member of Arlong's crew.” He gave up trying to stay up and just laid there. “No. She can't be.” Usopp was sitting with his legs open, arms resting on his knees, Sanji stood on his knees, and I was sitting on my left thigh beside luffy taking my button up shirt off all the way (the texture of the wet clothes on my body made me want to scream.) and grabbing my guns from their holsters to insure they were ok.

The Baratie’s ship bell rang. As everything slowly went quiet, nothing but me and Luffy's heavy breathing filling the thick sea air.

–

I was introduced to a sleeping man named Zoro. At that point both me and Luffy's clothes had dried, so we weren't dripping on him. I said hello, introduced myself and decided I was hungry so I walked out of the room to get something to eat. This is one of the only times I was sure Luffy wouldn't follow me to the kitchen. I knew he wouldn't follow because he doesn't eat when he's feeling guilty. Once he didn't eat dinner with Dadan because he felt bad for accidentally punching me in the face with his gum gum power but he felt better after we talked about it and he ate almost everything in the house that night. Me and Sanji had a lovely conversation, he's a bit of a perv but he's a gentleman so he definitely gets my respect, especially with those fighting moves i saw earlier.

“So how did a beauty like you meet him?” Sanji was chopping up some beef he brought from the Baratie. He asked if I wanted anything and I kindly asked for beef stew, because everything is better with stew, or soup! I was swirling some of the Marlot from the bottle I bought earlier around in a different wine glass. “Me and Luffy grew up together, he was a careless idiot. I think most of the time we spent together was me patching him up after he would fall from a tree or something.” He could tell the thought made me happy by how a smile drew across my lips in a thin line. It was subtle but those smiles were always the most feelingful ones. He nodded along with me laughing at my words. “And how did you become a warlord of the sea?” I clicked my tongue and laughed softly. “Now that is a long story for a different day. How did you become a cook?” He stopped what he was doing momentrally and looked me in the eye. “I was picked up by a cruise ship, the cooks took me in and taught me everything I know.” He continued to cook. “Except for the stuff the old bag taught me.” I laughed at the name and finally took a sip of my wine. “Well they did an excellent job teaching you.” I winked at him and he just laughed back.

I took both pistols out of their holsters and set them carefully on the table. “Where are your guns from, they look familiar.” I smiled and reached for one of them, holding it in my hand carefully. “Their names are Alice and The White Rabbit, both of them are Dual-barreled, they're quite sleek, I've always thought it was important to keep your best companions clean. They were given to me by an old friend I still hold close to my heart.” I set the gun back down and smiled at the cook as he poured some veggies into the pot. "One was named after her, and the other after her clean fluffy friend. We had a beautiful friendship, if only it hadn't ended so soon.” There was a morbid but soft feeling in the air. We both hadn’t been telling the complete truth but we really didn't care, we would tell eventually, either with the rest of the crew or not. The rest of the time spent cooking was silent, right until the end. When he was finished stirring the pot.

“So how long have you been in love with Luffy?” I spit the wine out of my mouth, my hand reaching up to wipe it off my chin. “W-What-” He held a smirk on his face as he lit up a cigarette he got from the pack in his pocket. “You don't look at him like your friends, and no one normal starts to physically shake when they see someone.” I winced slightly at the mention. Standing up from where I sat. “There are..certain things about me and Luffy that are platonic..and there are some that aren't. I've spent the last ten years of my life trying to figure out what he feels for me. And I'm telling you Sanji, it's not love.” I sighed and finished the little wine I did have left in the glass. I met face to face with Sanji a little ways away from the island, I reached up slightly and kissed his cheek, winking at him over my shoulder as I walked out of the kitchen. “Luffy’s a hard man to read, but I like a challenge.”

I walked over to the room with the loud voice effects and talking, walking into a conversation. “You scared ‘um off, huh?” It made me laugh, that is definitely not what I remember happening. Usopp agreed. “The Great Captain Usopp.” I was leaning on the door frame watching the once sleeping man talk from afar. “Yeah.” I smiled, it was sweet. “That is not what I remember happening.” Luffy looked back at me with a wide smile on his face, his hands starting to shake as he tackled me. “Luff!” The wind was knocked out of me as the rubber man was standing above me. “ALIAS!” he just looked so excited i couldn't bear being mad at him. “Hi Luffy.” His grin continued to spread, and I couldn't help but smile right back. His smile was like my drug, it filled my body to the top with joy, made me want to start giggling like a schoolgirl in love with her best friend. Which is what I practically was.

Luffy left a kiss on my cheek and I left a kiss on his forehead. “How have you been? I see you took to the pirate life well.” He laughed loudly and sat in the middle of the hallways in his own manor. His legs laid on the floor and his hands held the heels of his feet in them. “Yeah! you ready to join my crew now!” My face scrunched up when he said it. “Luffy- you know it's not a good idea-” He interrupted me anyway. “I don't wanna hear that, we made a promise.” I sighed softly and placed a hand on his cheek. “Luffy it's dangerous- Not only will you have the Marines after you because you're a pirate but you’ll be harboring-” He put a hand over my mouth, a fight of who can stop themselves from shaking longest.

I could feel Luffy's body start to tremble underneath my hand on his cheek. but at the exact same moment I started to shake, the callousness on his hand felt like mini kisses on my lips making a shiver go down my back. Which means I lost. I sighed softly as I took my hand off his cheek and my face started to turn red. Luffy had a smile on his face, knowing he won. “I don't care who comes after you, we made a promise. You need to keep your end.” He stood up off the floor and put his hand out for me to grab. My hand went up to his almost by routine but I didn't grab it just yet. “I would be putting you and your entire crew in so much danger..” He grabbed my hand, clasping it tightly. “We’ve been through worse-”

I unclasped our hands and jumped up to hug him. All he did was laugh and pull me up, his arms wrapped around me in his warm luffy way, I could feel his curly hair on my head and his warm hands holding my waist. When we pulled back from the hug, I swiped the hat from his head. “Well- Captain.” His face lit up like a light bulb and his hands started to shake. “I hope you're ready to set sail!” I walked back into the room. Both boys trying to act like they weren't listening in to the conversation happening very close to them.

Usopp looked between both of us and finally spoke. “So uh…are you two?-” I laughed as I took the hat off my head and placed it back on Luffys. Just ignoring the question. “Nice to meet you Zoro, I mean- awake this time.” He looked at me but closed his eyes right after. “Yeah the captain over there said he was waiting for you, Kept talking about you so much I almost thought you weren't real.” I looked over to Luffy, the little glint in my eye causing his hands to shake. Usopp patted Luffy's back, when the flustered boy looked down to the floor. All I could do was smile and answer back. “That's Captain for ya..” Luffy looked back up at me as I said it. There was a flirty tone in my voice but I think the other two were trying to give us a moment. “So I hear you're a gunslinger..and a warlord?” I nodded softly, looking over to usopp who i'm assuming told him. “Uh yeah..You know how it is- World's Youngest Warlord of the Sea..” I trailed off as I finished the sentence.

“How did you get that title at fourteen?” I sighed again, all three boys were staring at me with such intent in their eyes and ears. “I was kidnapped by the world government…They held me captive for years but when I turned fourteen they allowed me my own assigned pirate crew and just a bit of freedom if I did their dirty work.” Luffy hated that story, he always said. “I was stupid as a kid, I should've protected you.” and I said, “You were 9, if you tried to beat up those Marines they would’ve thrown you into a seawater tank.” It always made Luffy pout but it doesn't matter, it was the truth (And his pout is really cute).

Zoro looked like he was calculating that story in his head, trying to figure out the pieces. Usopp on the other hand looked confused. “Why didn’t you just run?” I laughed, it was a genuine laugh, nothing fake or out of anger. “I did, I ran- and ran. and ran. but no matter how far you run there's always going to be someone to catch you.” I sat down on a chair not too far away. “I once joined a pirate crew..i stayed on that crew for a year and that's how i got my name, but no matter what the government will always be back to get me.” Usopp let out a little ‘Oh.’ before Zoro finally spoke up. “So you're joining our crew?” I looked up at him, then glanced over to Luffy, who was waiting for my answer. “Yeah, if anyone has the best chance of keeping me hidden, I guess it's my oldest friend.” I winked at Luffy and Usopp did a little fist pump in the air, Zoro on the other hand was just laughing.

“So what do we do now?” Usopp was looking between all three of us, his gaze constantly going back and forth. “Plot a course for the grandline?” Luffy looked conflicted but also completely sure of himself. “Nope.” Now Usopp was the one conflicted. “But I thought we were going after the one piece.” Luffy looked so sure of himself, he was always confident and ready. “We are.” He looked down at Zoro and me, and then back up at Usopp. “But we can't do it without our whole crew. First..” He brought his straw hat back onto his head, now that it was dry it looked much better on him. “We’re going after Nami..” He had a small accent to his voice, it came from where we grew up. I was sad when mine had disappeared after being away for so long.

–

“Lot of dried meat in these barrels.” Both me and Usopp were bringing Barrels over from the Baratie for the adventure over to nami’s island and farther. “You think we brought too much?” The only difference was Usopp was sweating and carrying half as much as me. As I let the barrels drop on the ground, both me and Zoro spoke up at the same moment. “You know who you're sailing with?” Luffy was climbing the roping. “Yeah..”

The small moment made me laugh, instead of dwelling on it I continued along to grab the final three barrels from the baratie, but I was interrupted by sanji, who caught me gracefully when I fell into him after tripping on a loose board in the pier. “Heard you guys need a cook.” Sanji was still holding me close. “YEAH!” Luffy yelled, Sanji helped me stand up straight and I thanked him and looked up at the idiot who looks like he's gonna fall in excitement. “Yes, we do!” It was quick moving from then on. We finished supplying the ship, and quickly made sure to get out to sea in time. I was the ship's temporary navigator, but I would love to learn more from Nami if she agrees to join.

–

Usopp made his way down the stairs of the ship standing near Zoro who was sitting on the stairs behind him. “So we’re…we're going after Nami, but how are we gonna find her?” Zoro spoke up next. “Yeah, we don't even know where she is.” Luffy who was standing on the top floor of the ship said “I know someone who does.” Making all four of us confused and a bit conflicted about our decisions to join him. Everyone got up from their seats or made their way to follow him into the kitchen. When we got into the kitchen luffy was unveiling a clown head on the table, he was spitting out the sand from the bag that he was complaining about earlier. Buggy looked overly happy to see us, his smile wide. “Hello boys! and Misses Cat over there!” I rolled my eyes at the stupid name he’d given me. While Luffy looked so proud of himself.

@otaku-degenarate

[urinarythreatinfection]

Hi!! Can I request a request for a Sanji fluff fic where he and the reader were exploring an island but the reader fell and his leg got broken and cut and now Sanji needs to set the bone Otherwise it will come out of the wound.? Sorry if this sounds harsh or something, but I want to see how Sanji will calm the reader down.

Here you go! Don't have much to say except sorry i took long ive been celebrating Halloween by treating myself to sleeping. Im actually hanging out with friends rn but thought i'd finish this up for you

OH MY GOD

Sanji x male reader. Platonic. 2199 words. Gore warning and broken bone obviously.

“You really are quick with things, Sanji. You bought groceries, brought them to the ship, and now you’re exploring with me.” You say to the cook as you hike up a mountain, turning to him as you walk backwards. “You even changed out of your suit super fast to go hiking! Then again with this weather you’d die of heat stroke with a suit on. Nonetheless you’re doing a lot better than me too…” You fan yourself with the collar of your shirt, it’s humid and hot. You’re starting to feel gross with all the sweat and humidity on your skin and hair, maybe you should’ve used something for this but you underestimated the weather.

“Of course I’m quick, I always need to make sure the ship is stocked for Nami-san and Robin-chan. Maybe you’re just slow.” He says a bit mockingly at the end and you grumble a bit. He’s not sweating as much as you either, and it’s not that you're wearing anything worse than his loose Hawaiian shirt and shorts, your clothes have as much and maybe even more airflow! Yet here you are, moistly uncomfortable. You’re getting a little jealous.

“You have an advantage because of your legs, not that I’m weak!” You defend your honor, “Plus I’m not doing badly eith-” unfortunately that’s interrupted as you step on a rock wrong, your ankle twisting. Sanji’s eyes widen and he reaches out to you, but it’s too late. You’re falling. You look down, your breath quick. If you’re going to survive this you need to land properly. Fate has other plans though as you move to land on your legs, you forgot this mountain isn’t straight down. One of your legs slams into a jutting rock, slashing into the flesh and snapping the bone as you scream in pain. Sanji had already hopped off of the mountain to catch you, but he isn’t falling fast enough. The sound of your scream and a snap makes him rush, having to use his airwalk to force himself down quicker. He finally spots you and grabs onto your arm, the impact on the rock had at least slowed your fall a bit. The motion hurts your shoulder but he’s able to grab your waist as well to stop it from dislocating. The problem now is that his air walk can’t support the two of you, especially when you’re both already falling.

“Shit!” He curses, trying to slow down the fall with his ability, which works but still doesn’t soften the impact enough to not hurt. The only solstice is that, because the mountain isn’t straight down, he’s able to use a few jutting rocks to slow you both down more. Eventually you both land with Sanji holding you, the impact on his feet sending vibrations through his body. He’s safe, though his feet hurt. Once the vibrations stop he collapses onto his butt with a sigh of relief, you on his lap. The snap he heard earlier pops into his mind. He looks at your body and goes pale when he notices your leg, he may be safe but you aren’t. “Fuck..!” He sets you on the ground, blood is pouring from the wound and he can see the bone peeking out.

“i..is it bad..?” Your voice is hoarse and weak as you try to sit up, which is quickly stopped by Sanji pushing you back down.

“Shut up, don’t look and just lie there.” The adrenaline is making the pain numb but he doesn’t know how long that’ll last before you end up struggling from the pain. He curses that he doesn’t have anything with him, and that he can’t bring you to Chopper in this state. He could move you quickly with his speed but the problem is your leg. At that speed, and with it unable to be tucked anywhere like an arm, it would be moving and getting worse. He slowly rips away anything that could be around the wound, “Don’t move, you’re going to mess me up.” and tries to make sure you and/or him don’t worsen it. “Ugh.” It’s gross seeing the bone almost poking out.

“how bad is i-” You try to sit up again but he shoves your upper body down.

“I said don’t move!” He barks and stands up with you laying on the ground, sighing with a hand through his hair. “I’m gonna find something to splint your leg, stay here.”

“What if a bear comes?”

“Tough luck.” He lights a cigarette, realizing maybe he was being harsh from stress. “I’ll be back quick. Promise.” Gentler now, he runs off to find a stick to splint, leaving you there. Your adrenaline is starting to wear off and you clench your jaw, hoping that it’ll somehow make more; or at least make it last til you can get to Chopper. Meanwhile Sanji is looking for a stick appropriate enough to use, trying to calm his own panic that his friend is counting on him. Once he finally finds one he runs back to see you with your eyes closed. “Shit shits shit, (Y/n)!” He crouches down next to you and pats your cheek.

“i’m awake, just tired.” You groan, your eyesight blurry from disassociation.

“Too bad, stay awake i-i can’t- if you—just-” He keeps stuttering, panicking while he tries to position the stick so it’s not making the damage worse. He needs to do this, if he messes up he could make everything worse, even disable you. This isn’t when Zoro’s injured, he’s sturdy with a higher pain tolerance than someone with CIP disease, you feel pain; and he actually cares if you feel that. “just.. relax.” It sounds like he’s trying to calm himself down too. “I’m going to try my best.” Even if he doesn’t want to, he ends up having to slightly move the bone so that it isn’t stabbing through your flesh, flinching when you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle a loud curse. He rips the cloth of his shirt to tie the stick to your leg, but he can see the way you’re panting and struggling to keep your eyes open. You’re going to bleed out and he can’t do anything else. If he bandaged the wound he’d harm the bone, and it’s not like he could sew it. “I’m going to slowly lift you up.” He whispers and puts you carefully over his shoulder. Sanji wishes there was a way to carry you better but anything else would be worse, this way he could at least hold onto you by your back and not leg. “Don’t fall asleep, please.” His voice is shaky as he starts to run.

“okay..” You’re cold, the wind is making you colder. Is it even a hot day out? You remember it was but if it was why is everything so cold. You start to shiver and get dizzy, breath shallow and rapid. He notices this and tries to keep you closer, sharing body heat even if it isn’t doing much from the wind. “thank you..” You manage to say, choking up. “for everything, for trying to save me even now. you’re a good friend and your cooking was always good.” This is how you’re going to die, your eyes tear up.

“Stop, stop talking. My cooking is good, and you’ll keep tasting it. Don’t act like you’re already dead.” The cook scolds you as he runs back to the Sunny, ignoring how cold you’re starting to get. Once you two make it to the Sunny he hops onto it, you wincing from the jolt of landing. Zoro, who was napping, immediately wakes up and sees the cook while sensing something is off. Once he sees you and your injury he scowls and stands. “Where’s Chopper?” He sighs and starts walking towards the railing of the ship quickly.

“He isn’t here yet, I’ll go get him.” Zoro says which is quickly stopped with a leg in front of him.

“Hell no, I’ll go look for him. Stay with (Y/n) before you get lost.” Sanji states, sensible enough to stop the swordsman from going on a fruitless journey.

“Lost? The only thing lost is your brain, cook.” He can't let it slide though, swordsman’s pride.

“I’m saying this shit for your own good, mosshead!”

“Hah!?”

“You’re useless with directions!”

“You’re just useless in general!”

‘guys i’m bleeding out.’ You weakly think to yourself.

“Hey I’m back!” Chopper walks onto the ship holding some bags, cheerful, which stops when he spots you looking pale. “(Y/n)!?” He drops his bags and runs over to you and Sanji, stopping the fight when the cook spots the little reindeer.

“Chopper, someone finally useful.” He still takes a jab at Zoro though, who barely contains a retort so Chopper can work. “His leg broke while we were exploring, I splinted his leg but couldn’t do anything else.” The doctor nods and takes it from here, carrying you to bring you to the medical room. Once the door is shut as he goes inside the ship Zoro’s eye trails to Sanji.

“Of course you couldn’t do anything else.”

“Can you shut up!?”

______________

Chopper finishes bandaging and treating your leg, sighing in relief when he’s done. “Don’t move too much.”

“Yeah I keep getting told that.” You look at the blood bag connected to your arm, feeling better already, when there’s a knock at the door. Chopper opens it and it’s Sanji holding a plate of food, catered to help you.

“You said he could eat, yeah?” Sanji asks the doctor and he nods. “Good.” He comes inside and looks at you, placing the plate on the nightstand next to you. “Here.” He hands another to Chopper, who missed a meal to treat you. “You too.” The reindeer brightens up.

“I’m gonna eat this outside! Call me if you need anything!” He says happily, then runs outside to eat in the Sun.

…

…

It’s awkward! You’re a guy so Sanji’s never been super nice to you, not as mean as others but not nice like this! Though you suppose you’ve never had a broken leg he had to set before. It feels weird having him be so caring with no backlash, you even started getting emotional near him earlier. You reach a hand out to grab the plate but you can’t place it on your lap properly since your leg is in a sling, it’d be uncomfortable to have to constantly twist to get a bite too. The cook sighs and grabs a chair to sit at the bed, grabbing the plate to put on his lap. Your eyes widen. “Are you going to feed me-”

“As if! I put it here so you don’t have to keep twisting, you could drop the food too.” He hands the fork to you. “You have two perfectly good arms.” That makes more sense, you grab the form and stab it into a piece of chicken.

“It’s good.”

“I know, and I told you you would taste it again.” He clutches the plate a bit tighter, remembering the words you spoke as if they were your dying ones. “So don’t thank me for ‘trying’ to save you. I did. You’re here and you’ll keep tasting this over and over.” His voice is getting shaky again, it must’ve been traumatizing having your dying friend in your arms.

“I’m sorry for stressing you out, I said those things because I didn’t want you to blame yourself if I died. I’m the one who twisted my ankle and broke my leg.” You feel guilty.

“Don’t act as if that would make me happy. I was worried, you’re always—doing things like this. You thought you were going to die and you didn’t ask for me to hurry up or get angry you were trying to soothe me. Me! Like you weren’t the one dying!” His hand goes to his head, running his fingers through his hair.

“I was plenty scared, you were soothing me too.” At that Sanji stands up, places the plate on the chair, and paces the room. He almost leaves but he wants to make sure you eat everything.

“I…” He rubs his eyes. “I’m glad you’re alive. I should’ve done a better job at setting the bone, I’m sorry.” You reach over and manage to get another bite of chicken.

“Yeah it hurt really bad, but you aren’t a miracle worker. I just hope I can walk soon, it’d suck being a liability.”

“I’m sure you will, just try not to force yourself by moving-”

‘again?’

“-and eat up.” He picks the plate up again and sits back down with it on his lap. “I’m not a doctor but I’ll keep cooking dishes for your recovery. Don’t get picky.” He takes the fork from you and stabs it into multiple parts of the dish, shoving it in your mouth as a nice combination of flavors. “If I find an empty plate I’m forcing it down your throat.” Sanji grumbles, not that he would actually do that. He just wants you to get better, hope you have a big stomach.

[sanjisboyfie]

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

requested by: @benitobissexual absolute king ty for this beautiful prompt yumZ 🫰🏼

-> nami x sugar daddy male reader

-> silent pining. like theyre so downbad for each other , i feel like i made them so annoying and lowkey...pathetic ooooooopsssssss ubt all forgiven since theyre cuties at the end guys // i probably will publish the [part 2 - nsfw] later in the day <3

there was an odd domesticity that lived in [name]’s luxurious apartment. nami sighed, looking out the windows (floor to ceiling, by the way) and ran a hand through her fiery hair, feeling herself thank whatever god was up in the sky for the life she was blessed in obtaining.

“you never make enough coffee for two,” a voice spoke from behind her, making her lips naturally curl up into a smile. she turned around, seeing the man that made it all possible stroll into the kitchen space from her position in the living room. his figure moved elegantly and carefully, despite being in his own home, and his shoulders made him look like he took up even more space than he really did.

“cause you can make your own,” she teased back, kneeling onto the couch and watching as he rolled his eyes at her. instead of brewing his own cup, he came walking over and sat in front of her.

“the audacity, wearing my shirt, drinking out of my mug, with the coffee beans i bought,” he said with a smirk, obviously joking. nami didn’t fight his hands when he reached for her cup (his cup) and brought the steaming hot drink to his lips.

“the audacity for the man that pays for me to be here to be lecturing me,” she shot back, laughing when he dramatically clutched his chest as if he was in pain. she moved forward, crawling to be in between his legs and putting her hands on his hips. “are you busy today?”

sometimes, nami wished that she could have had a better read on [name] and his expressions. they have had this dynamic for over a year now and he was still the hardest book to read. no matter how many times nami had told him that he can touch her, just simply touch her, not even anything sexual, he never really did.

it was always polite brushes of his hand on her hips and waist to guide her through a crowd, or his fingers simply gracing over her own to get her attention, or how he would only ever bring her body close to his if they were in a crowded space.

this reserved act of his pissed nami off a little bit. it made her feel as if her appeal, her natural attractiveness and beauty, had no affect on [name]. and she would never, ever boil her worth down to how a man reacted to her.

no, that wasn’t what she was doing now.

what she was doing and feeling now was all related to how she wanted [name] to show some sort of positive reaction to her touch and company because he was [name]. she liked him! obviously she would want him to show some interest in her.

and sure, he did. pretty strictly, only numerical values. from the day they met to now, [name] had never touched nami in a sexual way, or even in ways that alluded to promiscuity.

she liked [name]. he was a gentleman, a true, kind man, that really respected her comfortability and happiness. there was never a time that she ever felt the least bit unsafe in his company. she liked the safe haven he provided to her. at first it was just about keeping that steady income of money, but after getting to know [name], she really cherished him for his personality and for who he was and what he believed in.

that’s why, right now she was kind of getting pissed off. she was sitting right in between his legs, hands on his bare skin, and looking up at him expectingly. and all he was doing was nursing the cup of coffee in his hands with a look on his face that screamed that his mind was thinking of something else. something else unrelated to the beautiful woman in front of him.

nami huffed at his lack of response, snapping him out of his daze. he brought his hand underneath her chin, gently tapping up against it with his knuckle and laughing at her pout.

“not busy if you wanna do something, doll. you wanna go out with me today?” he offered, making her nod her head in agreement.

without further explanation, she took the mug from his hands and placed it onto a coaster on the coffee table and pushed him down onto the couch. he was shocked at her actions, but didn’t fight it. and now she was practically straddling his waist, a grin on her face as he looked up at her expectingly.

“let’s stay in for a little while longer, then we can go out shopping,�� she planned, making his pearly whites come into clear vision for her. then her eyes trailed off from his beautiful smile and then down to his hands, which were just resting and at his sides.

she just wished he’d have at least hold onto her waist or legs, some sort of touch that he initiated.

was she really that dismissive of a presence to be around?

she sighed, going down to press her chest to his own and resting her cheek against his shoulder. he took the remote and began playing a random channel on the tv for them to watch.

meanwhile, in [name]’s mind, he was fighting every single urge within him to not indulge himself in the woman that was on top of him. nami was really going to be the death of him. surely, she was going to be the death of him before she was the death of his wallet.

she was an alluring woman, that knew exactly how to get what she wanted with a clear goal in mind of what it was that she wanted. from their first meeting that point was made clear. [name]’s hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to just run his hands through her hair, hold onto the bare skin of her thighs — that were currently slotted in between his legs, or even just resting them on her back.

he restricted his movement in touching her, keeping a strong resistance to her natural charm and beauty.

[name] had promised himself the moment he went into this environment of sugar daddies and sugar babies — he’d never touch them first or at all for that matter. he would never initiated any truly intimate moments with any of his clients. because he assumed they were only there for his money, which was fine!, but because of that assumption, he never really offered anything beyond that. and he didn’t want nami to think he was expecting anything beyond that transactional relationship.

besides, it was in their contract to begin with: no sexual favors in exchange of money were to happen between the two parties.

and, obviously, not every touch between two people would lead to sex. but for [name], if he was given the approval from nami that he could caress her curves, he doesn’t think he’d be able to resist. he doesn’t think of nami as just an object for lust, she was so much more than that. but if he were given free reign in exploring her body from the woman herself, he doesn’t think he’d be able to hold back.

even if the signs of permission were “obvious” with nami batting her perfect lashes up at him or her taking initiative in pushing him down onto the couch first and climbing onto his lap, he wouldn’t take anything but her word as permission.

in nami’s head, though, she was frustrated because at this point her willingness to be touched by [name] was so obvious at this point. she nuzzled her cheek against his skin, trying to use that as a physical distraction from her thoughts.

quickly, she grew bored of the show on the television and lifted her head from his naked chest.

“let’s go?” she questioned, watching as he easily nodded his head in confirmation.

it was the weekend so he didn’t have to worry about work obligations, at least.

“go get dressed, pretty, there’s new clothes for you in the closet,” she felt her smile become even wider, moving forward to press a brief peck to his cheek before she was excitedly running to the walk in closet that was all hers.

everything custom fitted to her measurements, [name] made sure only to get the best clothes for his best girl.

and as [name] sat up from the couch, he groaned when his pants get tighter. he cursed, shaking his head to physically rid himself from the memory of what nami’s body felt so closely pressed against his. her frame was much smaller in comparison to his, that was enough to get his heart pounding and mind racing, but the fact that all of her body weight was put onto him and he felt that she was as light as a feather.

how easily he could lift her

he stood up and walked to his own closet, opening one of the many drawers to pick his outfit. he changed out of his sweats, into a loose pair of slacks and a black dress shirt to drape over his torso. as he was going through his options for a tie, nami poked her head into the spacious room.

“can you zip me?”

“really? it’s only midday and you’re already going for a dress,” he teased, turning around to see her figure coming towards him, “can’t complain when you look so beautiful in them, though,”

“took the words out of my mouth,” she said, pinching his arm, “be grateful this is all yours,”

he didn’t bother correcting her, biting back his tongue to prevent himself from saying, “even though i wish we were, we’re not each others to have.” that would have just easily killed the mood. so instead, he lifted his hands to pull the zipper of her dress up her spine until he was finished.

”look beautiful, nami,” he repeated, noting the color of her dress and finding a tie to match it.

“also, you’re not one to talk,” she commented, “not when you’re fitting yourself into that suit to make yourself even more handsome,”

he brushed her compliment aside, offering her nothing but a chuckle. and she sent him a dirty look over her shoulder, one that he didn’t pick up on, when she realized he wasn’t at all acknowledging her flirtatious tone.

she went back to her room with a roll of her eyes, finishing up her look with a mini purse of her favorite brand into her hands and a pair of heels on her feet. one would think they were uncomfortable to walk in all day, but when [name] would dotingly massage her feet and legs at the end of the day, it was all worth it.

“ready, pretty?” that petname he gave her sends her into a euphoric state each time.

“ready,” she confirmed, smiling when he lifted his arms for her to loop her own through. with her wearing heels, their height difference was less obtrusive and allowed them to walk arm in arm with one another easily. maybe that was a secret reason for nami on why she loved wearing heels so much.

as they rode the elevator, [name] grinned when he saw her taking some pictures of them standing next to one another. with a smooth maneuver, nami was able to make him drape one of his arms over her shoulder, which made for a perfect photo. and when they walked out of the elevator, those in the lobby turned their heads to catch sight of [name] and nami.

he squeezed her shoulder softly, guiding her to the sleek black car that the valet just brought to the front of the apartment building. he opened the passenger side for her first, softly shutting it before walking over to the driver’s seat.

nami pretended her heart didn’t flutter when she saw [name] easily hand the valet two hundred dollars as a tip. god, seeing a man so easily throw his money aside with no worries was really unreasonably attractive. another new thing nami had learned about herself over their relationship: the way [name] doesn’t flaunt his money, but somehow still makes it known he has more than enough was really attractive.

he never boasted about his wealth, but he would slide his card over to any restaurant at the end of the night — not even bothering to look at the total. just hands his black card to the waitress, who briefly marvels at the sight, and doesn’t even bat an eye.

he had made it clear that if they were together, no matter the setting, he would never let her pay for anything.

it made him so much more attractive to nami, [name] being so confidently financially stable and never failing to spoil her. she didn’t want to sound like a material girl because truly she wasn’t, but [name] does woo her very often with how purposefully he throws his money at her.

“hm, there was a new place that opened down at the mall, we can go there,” he offered, placing the directions into the gps and starting the car. she hummed in confirmation, watching as his fingers glided over the screen before latching onto the wheel of the car. without wasting a beat, she took his right hand and placed it into her own, playing with his fingers with a grin on her face.

he didn’t pay her fiddling any mind, driving just as comfortably with just one hand on the wheel. nami pretended, once again, that that sight didn’t make her stomach do flips.

before nami knew it, they were already at their destination and the second most exciting part of her day was going to start soon. her first exciting moment on days like this is when she gets to wake up beside [name]. second, when she can use his credit card on anything she wanted.

[name] allowed himself to be dragged through the street into the store, a pleasant smile on his face.

“oh, this place is so cute, [name]!” she said the moment they stepped through the shop’s doors, “this is so cute. do you like it, [name]?”

“i think it would look amazing on you, darling,” he said, before putting his finger under his chin, “but i feel like this style suits you more,” he motioned to a mannequin that was wearing a different dress.

she took note of his taste and observation, dropping the product she was just holding and going over to him, “you’re right, i really like it a lot,” she praised, eyes practically shining as she picked up the piece from the clothing rack.

it was a long dress and skin tight. it was body-hugging and that was what nami loved more than half the time. she loved her body and loved to flaunt it, especially if it was for [name] — in the clothes that [name] bought for her.

she grinned, taking it into her arms and walking over to [name] to announce she was going to keep it. without saying another word, he took the clothes from her arms and told her to keep looking in case anything else caught her eye. she grinned ear to ear at his nonchalance, resisting the urge to pull him down by his tie to kiss his cheek.

she had never felt being spoiled to her heart’s content until she met [name]. and at first she thought that was why she had began feeling romantic attraction to him: his money. but over time, she realized that she had just fallen head over heels for his entire personality. he was so kind and understanding.

“this place is bigger than i imagined,” she heard from behind her, smiling softly when she saw some more clothes that [name] had picked out in his arms, “i thought you might like these, of course, you can pick and choose which you’d like-”

“they all look great, you have good taste [name],” she said, running her fingers over the racks of clothes, “give yourself more credit,”

“well, it’s only when it comes to you,” he commented, shrugging, “so used to seeing what you wear and buy, i just remember your preferences,”

her heart skipped beats and she felt her cheeks become hotter. [name] and his smooth talking were going to be the death of her.

the man hovered behind her, his hands lightly playing with the ends of her hair as she looked through the clothes. eventually, she got bored of the selection and told him that she wanted to go to a different store. he smiled, offering her his arm to hold as they approached the counter.

she didn’t bother hiding the proud smile on her face as she held onto his arm, manicured nails gently tracing the skin. she looked at the total her clothes went up to, hearts in her eyes as [name] easily tapped his card against the device without even blinking at the price.

“where do you want to go next, nami?” he asked gently, turning his head away from the cashier that was bagging their (nami’s) goods. the orange-haired woman hummed, tilting her head to the side in thought.

she had seen that prada had dropped their fall collection, but it wasn’t really her cup of tea. if anything, dior’s was a much better selection. she easily said her answer to him, smiling when he accepted her choice. as he took the bags from the woman behind the counter, nami saw how she was in awe of the entire transaction.

as [name]’s back was turned, the woman even mouthed to nami “wow” which only made nami's grin widen.

“do you ever think about what would our lives have been if we didn’t meet each other?” nami asked as they walked through the minimally busy mall, “i mean, i obviously think about it a lot, but does it ever cross your mind?”

[name] looked at her in interest at her sudden question, but answered easily, “i think about how my days would have been much more boring if you didn’t accept my offer. i mean, none of my past relationships with the others ever was beyond the dinner table. which i was fine with, but i’m glad that you had opened up more around me, you’re so exciting and fun to be around that i think if we hadn’t met, i’d be living a really uneventful life,”

nami’s heart hammered against her chest at his confession, hiding her ablaze face by pressing her cheek against [name]’s bicep and resting her head there as they walked. the man looked anywhere, but nami, to try and distract himself from the woman on his arm. if he had stopped and looked at her blushing face any longer, he would have definitely just taken her into his arms and kissed her as if they were the last two people on earth.

what he didn’t know was that nami wanted just that.

the two arrived at the luxury store, the man at the door greeting their familiar faces with a kind “hello” and allowing them into the store. the moment they stepped in, the staff was already tending to them. one woman walked up to them with a circular tray, two glasses of champagne in her hold. nami took it with a grin while [name] politely rejected the offer. the next staff member immediately dragged nami away to show her their newest collection in a private fitting room.

knowing that he can trust those in nami’s company, he patiently stayed back and roamed the rest of the store.

“so, sir, when are you going to make it official between the two of you?” a voice from beside of him asked.

he looked at the figure, their wide eyes blinking rapidly at him. before he could evne properly respond to the man’s question, he just continued on, “she looks at you with nothing but love! she loves you! from the first time the two of you had stepped into this store to now, she has been silent in her feelings, but trust me they’re there,”

[name] put his hands up, showing the man he needed to slow down, “you’re really overwhelming, you know that?” it was a rhetorical question, but it seemed the man took it seriously with the way he just shrugged his shoulders uncaringly. “and secondly, there’s no way that’s true. nami and i are just committing to a transactional relationship.”

the unnamed staff deadpanned at [name], looking at him as if he were stupid, “there’s no way you’re this oblivious…”

“i’m not oblivious, i’m realistic!”

“your perception of what the reality is is especially far away from the truth is,” the man said, looking at [name] in disappointment, “we all can see it,”

[name] turned his head around at the other staff, who ducked their heads away from his gaze since they were caught eavesdropping in their conversation. [name] pinched the bridge of his nose at their mentality, but only sighed to hold off his obvious annoyance.

”i’m telling you, what you’re saying is far from the truth. nami sees me as nothing more than my wallet, which i am fine with,” [name] explained, “but there’s absolutely no way she feels the same way about me as i do her-”

[name]’s e/c eyes widened at his indirect confession, and of course to his luck, the man in front of him dropped his jaw in realization too.

“see!! you like her as well!” [name] resisted the urge of clamping his hand down on the man’s face, shushing him loudly to drown out his loud exclamation from reaching anyone else’s ears.

“it’s not “as well” it’s just me liking her and her not returning my feelings!” [name] scolded, genuine annoyance shining through his usually calm demeanor, “i can’t believe this is what you want to talk about with me! i feel like this is hardly appropriate.”

“you two have been playing this game for too long, someone had to say something,”

“and like i said, there’s no game being played. i’m the one that knows her, not you, i think i can read her emotions pretty well,” [name] sighed, glaring at the man before turning his head around to try and find nami. if only she could save him from this guy and his uncomfortable questions.

“you’re blind in love to even notice how she feels, that’s exactly how it always plays out,”

“i can’t do this anymore,” [name] said, walking away from the conversation with his hands in the air in exasperation. despite his status of wealth, there were some times his childish side had shone through his trained, guarded demeanor. and when he was confronted on his genuine feelings that he had for nami, that side of himself made itself obvious.

it was because he was afraid of verbalizing his feelings, scared that she would possibly overhear it and then their entire relationship crumble.

“[name]? are you alright, your face is getting quite red,” nami said, waltzing forward to meet him halfway, a worried look on her face, “are you feeling okay? you’re not sick, are you?”

her hand came up to his forehead and pressed it lightly to his skin to gauge the temperature. but he just shook his head, taking her hand in his and holding it. he smiled at her cute expression, once again having to fight the urge to kiss her.

“i’m alright, just got a hot flash or something,” he noticed that she was carrying some clothes in her arms, so he immediately moved to free her hands of them. “is this all you wanted, nami?”

“yeah, they’re really cute, i’ll give you the usual runway show when we get home,” she teased, making his smile grow in size, “but i think i wanna try their new heels on.” an attendant walked over to [name] and took the clothes off of his hands, allowing nami to grab ahold of his wrist to drag him to their shoe section.

he plopped himself down onto the lounge chair and watched nami carefully skim the variety of heels and flats. she took a cute pair of black heels with a bow tied in the back and walked back to [name] with an excited grin on her face. wordlessly, he moved to kneel in front of her now sitting figure to undo the clasp of the heels she was already wearing.

taking her ankle gently into his hold, he tried to ignore how intimate their actions were. the feeling of the staff all watching the scene unfold didn’t help his case of blushing cheeks in calming down. nami’s breathing hitched ever so slightly as she felt [name]’s hands expertly remove the heels from her feet, trying her best to relax.

she never got this flustered with anyone else. [name] was so unintentionally talented in getting her to feel all sorts of emotions she’s never experienced before. she also thinks of how the sight of [name] kneeling in front of her was one she would never get tired of, ever.

he replaced the heel on her foot with the one she picked out, delicately tying the bow back into its pretty position before repeating the action with the next. his fingers remained confident in touching her, skin to skin, but they still were only fleeting touches.

then he looked up at her and nami almost swore under her breath. with him looking up at her past his eyelashes and subtle smile on his handsome face, she should have pulled him up to her height by his collar and kissed him. but of course, all she did was reach out for his hand to hold hers to steady herself in standing up.

“they’re perfect,” she breathed out, watching [name]’s reaction in the mirror. but all she got was a dazed look on his face as he watched her movement with utmost concentration. it was as if he were trying to memorize what she looked like now. and his e/c eyes bearing into her every movement made her feel embarassed.

“sir [name], wouldn’t you agree?” a new voice joined the conversation. and the man grimaced at the familiar tone, recognizing the staff member to be the one that was previously lecturing [name] on his feelings for nami.

he threw him a warning glare, a subtle look, before nodding his head in agreement.

“she looks beautiful, as always. the heels simply make her even more breathtaking,” he complimented, flashing a smile to nami. then he nervously gulped, eyes trained on her long legs before raking upward until he reached the part of her thighs that the dress she was wearing began covering. when his eyes flitted upwards to meet her eyes, he almost flinched in surprise at how she was already looking at him.

internally, he cursed himself in so obviously ogling her. labelling himself a creep for so blatantly looking her up and down. meanwhile, nami was feeling a surge of confidence bloom in her chest at how she had caught [name] showing obvious attraction to her.

the attendant merely sighed at their shenanigans, offering to ring the two of them up at the counter to conclude their shopping spree.

now, the two were walking through the mall with bags of new clothes for nami’s closet and bashful looks on both of their faces.

“how about lunch?” [name] offered, thinking of the perfect, quiet place, “there was a new place i wanted to try with you, if you don’t mind,”

“i don’t mind at all,” she answered easily, tucking a strand of her fiery hair behind her ear as she let [name] guide her gently back to their car. the bags were carefully placed in the back seat before they were off to their next destination.

in the near silence of the car, the two were left to their own thoughts. nami was thinking of how hungrily [name] was staring at her earlier, blushing and smiling to herself at the memory. [name] on the other hand kept thinking back to how intimately he was touching nami and eyeing her figure, bringing his hand to rest on the window to his left so he could subtly cover his mouth with his hand.

finally, the two arrived at the restaurant and nami’s eyes glowed at the extravagant, but cute, decorations. she immediately reached out for [name]’s arm to hold as they walked towards the entrance.

[name] spoke to the hostess briefly before they were seated in a more quiet, tucked away part of the restaurant. the place wasn’t busy, but there were still a couple others people in their company.

“this place is beautiful,” she said, looking at the menu with curiousity, “they even have my favorite here!”

[name] grinned in pride, nodding as he spoke, “i looked into restaurants in the area that had your favorite, but the only ones that had good enough reviews were pretty far from home. so, since we were in the area of this one and i remember reading good things about it, it was the perfect chance to try,”

nami looked at him with furrowed brows, “you remembered my favorite?”

easily, he responded, “of course, what type of boy-” he cut himself off with a cough before continuing with a stammer in his voice, “what type of…” he tried again, rewording the sentence entirely, “how could i not know your favorite at this point! that’s what i meant to say, sorry…”

nami blinked at him for a couple of seconds before tearing her eyes away from him. lifting the menu up to cover the bottom half of her face, she gave herself the freedom to smile as wide as she wanted to.

‘he almost said boyfriend,’ she thought to herself with a newfound blush.

their conversation after his slip up was still comfortable, nami not bothering to bring it up, and they were going back to laughing and enjoying each others company without worries. the food was delicious, [name] ordering nami her favorite drink as well, and grinning whenever she hummed on about how this was going to be her favorite restaurant.

after [name] handed the waitress his card, once again not even bothering to look at the total of what the check came out to be, he slid over a couple bills towards nami that added up to a total of five hundred in cash.

she was going to refuse, but he didn’t allow her the chance to, giving her a warning glare. she really didn’t like this aspect of their lunches or dinners together. after each sit down restaurant [name] and her visited, he would pay her a couple hundred dollars. it only reminded her of how this really wasn’t the relationship she so desperately wanted it to be.

but after his slip up earlier, there was no way she wasn’t going to fight for it to be more.

the ride home was filled with conversation regarding a bunch of different things, but mainly just to fill the silence. and when they arrived back to the apartment complex, [name] handed off the keys to the valet of the building. he forced all the bags of nami’s to fit in one hand, so that his other one could remain free on resting on the small of her back to guide her.

and as the elevator brought them up to the top floor, nami grinned to herself as the perfect plan spawned in her head. usually after their day spent together, [name] would put all the new clothes he had bought for nami straight into her closet and then slide her over another check for her company. then he’d offer her the room to sleep in or to call for a cab to take her home.

right after he finished putting her clothes away, she would ask her what he had meant by what he said in the restaurant. she didn’t want to bother “beating around the bush” anymore. there was no way she could just live with that memory of what he said without pestering him for more answers.

so they separated for a moment, [name] going to put her clothes away and her going to change back into more comfortable clothes. the dress she was wearing was thrown onto the bed and the oversized shirt of [name]’s was her new “dress.” a pair of pajama shorts finished her outfit, making her grin at the comfortability.

and now all she had to do was wait for [name] to join her in the living room.

when he did walk out to meet her, a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt adorning his figure, nami had to pressure herself to really ask [name] the question on her mind.

“so, since we spent more than half the day together, i was thinking of giving you a thousand,” [name] said, getting straight to the point. under the assumption that was the only reason nami ever stayed, he didn’t want to waste her personal time.

but when shocked him was when her hand went on top of his, to stop him from writing it out onto the check. he looked up at her in confusion, tilting his head in inquiry. she only responded with that pretty smile of hers.

”what’s wrong? i can give you more than just a thousa-”

”what did you mean when you said boyfriend earlier?” she asked, getting it out all in one breath before she could stop herself.

[name] audibly gulped before urging himself to answer, “it was nothing! it was nothing,” he said, trying to convince himself of that fact, “it was really nothing, ha, the guy in the store was just going on and on about shit that wasn’t even true, it put my whole head in a mess,” his hands were nervously playi

“what was he saying?” nami asked, subtly bringing her body closer to [name]’s as she tried to get him to blatantly say it.

noticing her movement, [name] nervously looked anywhere but her plush thighs that were sitting right in front of him. but then, in his desperate need of avoiding her beautiful features, he locked eyes with her own. and that only made him more nervous.

“he was just saying a bunch of bullshit, like i said. it wasn’t anything, nami, really,” he said, pleadingly looking at her to drop the subject. but she was going to let that happen. not with that smirk on her lips.

“no, what did he say to you that made you call yourself my boyfriend?”

“i didn’t! it was an honest slip up!” he defended himself, but she didn’t look pleased with just that as an explanation. so he sighed before continuing to explain, “he basically was talking about how we’re in love with each other or something, which i know is untrue because it just can’t be. there’s no way you feel the same way- i mean, there’s no way-”

nami grinned at the confession, as well as the panic that flashed over [name]’s face at his wording. there’s no other reason for him to be panicked unless he accidentally spoke the truth on how he really felt. with that mental note encouraging her, nami was leaning forward and kissing [name] without a second to waste.

instinctively, he returned the kiss, desperately pressing further into her action and almost groaning at the feeling of her lips against his own. but just as fast as he kissed back, he pulled away.

“no, no,” he said under his breath, a look of panic on his face, “nami, this isn’t what i wanted — you don’t have to do this, we agreed nothing like this was going to happen when we signed that contract-”

“fuck the contract,” she breathed out, still on cloud nine from their first kiss, “[name], i like you a lot and it’s not because of your money. i just want you, [name], i mean it. so tell me, do you like me back or did i make a fool of myself?”

there was silence as [name] processed her words. and the two stayed in that silence for a couple seconds longer before [name] asked, “do you really mean that? you like me?”

she nodded in confirmation, eyes still trained on [name]’s glistening lips. then those lips spread into a grin as he replied, “i like you too, nami, from the moment i saw you i was just in a trance,” his hands rested on her hips and she had to bite down on her lip to prevent a noise of ecstasy escaping.

he was finally touching her where she wanted him to. all that longing and tension had built up to its limit and it was going to finally be freely released.

“i want you, too,” he whispered, leaning forward to bury his nose into her neck, breathing in her scent, “fuck, nami, i’ve waited so long for this,”

“why didn’t you ever do anything?” she asked, hands going to grip the roots of his hair as he peppered wet kisses onto the skin of her neck, “i always thought you weren’t interested.”

“no, no, i always wanted you, you were all i thought about,” he confessed, pulling away to show the sincerity in his eyes, “but i didn’t want you to think i saw you as just something for me to use. that’s why i never wanted our contract to say anything about sexual favors,”

nami smiled at the sweetness of his words, leaning forward to kiss him one more time. his sincerity and genuine admiration he had for her didn’t go unappreciated. now that she knew that that was why he was reserved in touching her, she honestly felt her heart flutter at the amount of respect [name] revered her with.

it only made him more attractive, made nami more eager to kick start their newfound relationship off with a shift in their dynamic. to show just how much longing they were feeling for each other. and when nami sets her mind on something, she always finds a way to get it.

[name] was going to give it to her, provide that feeling of euphoria to her. spoil her rotten until all she could think about was how lucky she was that she had [name] wrapped around her pretty little finger.

and just like he had been doing for the past year, [name] would make her the happiest woman in the world, all throughout the night.

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something about nami just being a blushing mess because of [name] is just so chefs kiss. oh and if you didnt rlly like this one tht amuch, i have so many more one shots for these two, im excited to publish themmm (mini series moment) also shiutout random dior employee someone had to snap [name] out of it and even that wasnt a realistic situation it had to be done 🫰🏼

[dirty-bong-water666]

Zoro x Fem!Reader

Drinks!!

Tw- frobin (sorry if you don't like it😭😭), alcohol, gambling, fingering, oral (both recieving), piv, no protection (guys please wrap your willy dont be silly), praise, nicknames

Nami had suggested getting drinks after another big win. So I was stood infront of my vanity on the ship putting on lip gloss. I was in the dress I newly bought. It was a short dark green dress that had strings with rhinestones hanging off the bottom while the straps were rhinestone as well. Not to mention the cute low cut.

Nami stepped into our shared room with Robin. She had a dark maroon dress that had a slit up the leg. "You look hot!" She complimented. I laughed and did a spin for her. "I might take you before Zoro does." Nami teased.

"Stop that." I laughed. "There is nothing between me and Zoro. Now help me find some heels." She rolled her eyes and looked in the closet. Soon finding a pair of white high heels that has rhinestones on the heel. "Cute!" I said snatching them and putting them on.

"Alright let's go everyone else already left!" She said pushing off the ship. We walked to the casino we were going to party at soon arriving.

Nami and I walked to an area to gamble and cheat. We ordered our selves margaritas and began to gamble our hearts away, or bank accounts.

"Nami I'm gonna go relax for a bit." I yelled over the music. Even though she was too caught up to even notice me speaking. I laughed and walked to the booth where Zoro, Robin, and Franky were. I giggled noticing how Zoro l9oked like a third wheel.

Franky was quite obviously flirting with Robin and Zoro was quite literally about to throw up. I took the seat besides Zoro and poured myself some sake. Drinking it quickly.

Franky and Robin walked off to the dance floor leaving me and Zoro by ourselves. "Where did the captain go?" I asked him.

"Him, Chopper, and Usopp just walked off. They're probably eating. And the pervy cook is off with some chicks." Zoro told me.

I laughed and covered my mouth with my hand. "Sounds like the cook." We sat in a comfortable silence for a little while watching as Nami gambled, Robin and Franky dancing, Luffy eating 7 course meals while Usopp and Chopper are passed out on the table beside him, Brook going around making stupid skeleton puns, and Sanji trying to flirt with every girl there.

"Wanna have a drinking contest?" I suggested. I smiled at him. He smirked.

"Your on." He said. He called a waiter over and ordered tons of shots.

I had gotten down at least 5 and himself 7. I was admiring the way his jaw would flex everytime he took a shot. The sight could make me drool. His strong hands gripping the small glasses. Not paying attention I spilled some of the alcohol on my breasts. I groaned and grabbed a napkin to clean it up.

From the corner of my eye I could see Zoro watching me clean my chest. Well really just my chest. At the sight if this I decided to move closer to him. I wrapped my arm around his own and pushed my tits against him. Grabbing another shot and taking it.

Zoro leaned into me close to my eat and spoke. "That looks good on you but it would look way better off." The breath on my ear was hot. I blushed, hard. "How about we get out of here hmm, princess?" The name made me blush even more.

I smirked. "Alright let's get going then Zoro~." I dragged him from his eat and out the casino. I could feel the crews eyes on us as we left.

As soon as we made it to my bed he kissed me deeply. Placing his hands around my waist I wrap my arms around his neck. I kicked off my heels while still making out with the green haired man. He pushes us down on the bed hovering over me. Zoros lips were still connected to my own.

His hand traveled down the sides of my body and to the hem of my dress his hand reached up and pressed against my clothed clit. I moaned into the kiss and gripped his shirt. He pulled away with a smirk. "You like that princess, huh?" He removed my whole dress leaving me in only a pair of underwear and a bra. Ge removed my bra and panties leaving me fully naked infront of him. "Your so pretty, princess." He praised. I blushed and looked away from him. "No need to be shy." He hummed and tilted my face to face his own and connected our lips again. His knee was invetween my thighs and his left hand on my right breast.

He began to kneed my tit and I moaned leading him to enter his tongue into my mouth exploring every corner. His knee pressed against my pussy and I squealed at the pressure.

He pulled away and attacked my neck leaving little marks along my neck. Little moans kept escaping my lips. His lips traveled down my body and he lifted my thighs above his shoulders. Zoro kissed her inner thighs. "What a pretty little pussy." He said before kitten licking me. I moan and my hips buck upwards. He pushes my thighs down to hold me in place and began to attack my pussy with his tongue.

"God... uh- Zoro.. oh!" I moaned out. His tongue was lapping at my clit and his hands were rubbing the sensitive parts of my thighs. He hummed against my clit when I moaned. I could feel my legs twitch and he did it again liking my reaction.

Zoro brought one of his hands to my hole and pushed a finger inside of me. I arched my back and moaned. He began to pump in and out of me quickly. His tongue still working against my clit.

"Zoro I'm- ahh~ g-gonna- hah cum!" I moaned. He pumped his fingers faster and soon brought me over the edge. I was in complete ecstacy as he pulled me through the orgasm. Zoro pulled his face away with my juices all along his face. He smirked and kissed me. I could taste myself on his mouth and moved so I was sat in top of him. "Let me return the favor." I said taking his shirt off.

I then slid down to his pants and began to unbutton them. Pulling them off he was left in boxers. I reached my hand inside and began to stroke his cock feeling how big he really is. "Mmm." He groaned. I smirked and removed his boxers.

When they were off I fully saw his size. Zoro was massive. I didn't think I would be able to fully fit him in my mouth. I spit in my hand and use it to coat his cock. Placing my lips along the tip and swirling my tongue. I pulled away and began to kitten lick his tip.

Zoro getting impatient he pushed my head down his full cock me gagging in the process. I began to bob my head back and forth along his large dick sucking and stroking it. "Y/n.... hahh." He moaned. I couldn't help but hum at the sound of my name leaving his lips. It was so hot.

Not to long after his cock was twitching inside my mouth. He gripped me by the hair and pulled me up. "Can't take this any longer." He groaned. He flipped me onto my stomach with my ass in the air.

He smacked my ass and I moaned. "Princess, are you ready for a reward for being such a good girl." He whispered seductively into my ear. I nodded. "I wanna hear you say it." He rasped.

"Yes I am Zoro." I whined. With one more slap on my ass he slid his tip across my folds. He used my slick as lube and slowly pushed inside of me. "Ohhh~." I moaned as he slid inside. He was huge and wasn't even fully inside of me. After getting all the way in he let pit a breath and stayed still for a moment.

Soon he began to move at a slow but hard pace. Picking up the pace slowly. I moaned his name as he sped up. "God your pussy feels so good Y/n." He purred out. His hands on my hips as he thrusted inside of me.

"Zoro!" I moaned he flipped me around so I was on my back and facing him. He lifted my legs on top of his shoulders and plowed into me.

My mind went hazy as he kept his hard pace. I moved my hips in a circular motion, grinding into him. "Oh my god." I moaned out. My hands were pulling and grabbing at his hair.

Zoros face dipped down to the crook of my neck leaving bite marks along it. "Hah hah y/n." He moaned. His hand moved from my waist to my clit and started to rub.

"Mmmmm!" I whined at the pressure on my clit. His thrust and his fingers were bringing me closer and closet to the edge. "Oh Z-zoro hah mmm I'm s-so close!" I whimpered out.

"Me too, princess." He groaned into my neck. He moved his face and captured my lips in his. Tears were brimming my eyes at the feeling of him pounding me.

"Ahh!" I moaned. I released myself all over his thick cock. Soon after he pulled out and stroked him self till he released on my stomach.

"Hah Y/n." He moaned as he came. The sight could've made me cum myself. The way his face contorted into one of pure bliss. After I sat up and kissed his lips.

"How about a shower then we sleep." I said while embracing him. My bare breast pressed against him. He smiled and inhaled my scent.

"Alright."

---

♡BONUS♡

The rest of the crew were sitting at a table all together now. "So when's a good time to go back?" Asked Usopp.

"In an hour or two." Nami said.

"I can't believe this my beautiful Y/n-swan is with that mosshead." Cried sanji. Luffy laughed at him.

"At least he gets some." Luffy laughed at his own comeback. Which had Usopp dying and Sanji fuming.

[vay99]

Zoro x reader

Let me help you fall asleep

Anime/Manga: One Piece

It's 4am, the party on the ship has died down and the straw hats are littered over the deck. Behalve of Robin who went to bed early. You couldn't sleep on the other hand, you've just layed down with your crew but stayed wide awake.

"Oi why are you still awake?" Zoro asks as he approaches you.

"I can't sleep, you can go back to bed, I'll look after the ship." you answered simply, still hoping he'd stay by your side.

"You look tired."

"I can't sleep even if I wanted to." you shrug your shouldersbefore staring back at the sea again.

"Can you even sleep in clothes like that, doesn't look comfortable." he points out your cocktail dress that you've just bought with Nami, not because you knew you'd have a party tonight and certainty because you wanted to get a reaction from a certain someone. Definitely not the case. And it didn't even work until now, of course he didn't notice it earlier.

"I guess not, but I'm too tired to get changed and too awake to fall asleep." you yawn, feeling your eyelids growing heavy.

"I'm right back." Zoro comes back after 2 minutes with a shirt and a blanket. "This should be a more comfortable dress to wear to sleep."

"A shirt of yours?" confused you put the shirt on, over the dress, sitting down the whole time and then wiggle yourself out of the dress which you wear underneath. Zoro had his head turned away during the process to allow you at least a bit privacy. "Soooo comfortable."

"I picked one that's not too big of too small." scratching the back of his neck he hands you the blanket.

"You're the sweetest guy Zoro, thank you." you smile at him, appreciating his gesture. Sanji would've done this within seconds, for every girl, But Zoro is different. He only ever offers comfort to the others as in protection, but right now he offered real comfort." I really appreciate this."

You couldn't hear anything he might have responded because sleep has finally won the battle and took you in.

"Guess I'll look after the ship after all huh?" Zoro says to himself, adjusting the blanket so you wouldn't freeze. "Sleep well y/n."

The next morning everyone woke up one after another, besides you. You slept safe and sound until 2pm, just like Zoro who surely needed a nap after his night shift. You layed on the deck of the sunny by Namis orange trees and nobody disturbed you, until you woke up due to a certain someone...

"LUFFY STOP STEALING OUR FOOD!" Sanji yells at his captain who's fleeing the angry chef.

"Why they gotta be so noisy?" you groan, pulling the blanket over your head.

"You've never been an early bird." Robin chuckles, sitting down on her chair with a book.

"I just happen to like sleep." you mumble, stretching out your arms and legs before allowing your eyes to meet the bright daylight. "The sun is too bright turn it off."

"We'd all die if that happened." Robin chuckles again. "That's a nice shirt you're wearing."

"Thanks." you sit up, running one hand through your hair.

"Seems like he did give you at least some attention last night." she comments in a sweet tone, making your face flush.

"I wasn't able to sleep and he gave me one of his shirts so I'd be more comfortable." you mumble, playing with the hem of the shirt. "He has never done something sweet like this before."

"Maybe he would if you'd tell him how you feel."

"I should... I just never thought he'd have a soft spot for me until last night." you confess.

Right then Zoro stumbles intl your eye sight, standing below you by the door of the kitchen. Face bright red. Oh no. O h n o. Hs heard everything.

"I'll just leave you two to it." Robin smiles, leaving the scene as Zoro slowly makes his way towards you.

Sitting down next to you he stays silent for a while until you decide to break the tension.

"I really appreciate that you gave me your shirt, it makes me really happy." you let out a shaky breath, words floating through your head trying to pick a sentence together that doesn't sound like a toddler that just started talking.

"I know you like those kind of things." Zoro scratches his neck, still avoiding eye contact. "I'm just not good at them. I always tried to look out for you or stay close to you but that wasn't really telling."

"I already guessed that you aren't the affectionate type." you chuckle, letting go some of the tension in progress.

"I don't know." he buries his face in his hands. "I guess when the affection is coming from you I wouldn't mind it- what I mean, I would... like it?" he turns his head a bit, looking at you through his fingers.

"Does that mean I can keep the shirt?" you hug your legs towards you, resting your cheek on your knees.

"Oh you can have all of me." Zoro says in awe, loving the sight of you in his clothes. Looking at one another you enjoy the silence, Luffy has been captured by Sanji and the rest is no where to be seen. Which is most likely Robin's work.

"Aren't you tired?" you break the silence, watching him yawn. "Why don't you take a nap?"

"But I want to spend time with you." he yawns again, trying to keep his eyes open.

"Why don't you lay down and rest." you stretch out your legs, resting your back against the reling as you pat your lap. "I can play with your hair if you want me to, it always relaxes me."

A big hesitant Zoro crawls over, but stops before he lays his head down.

"Do... do you really, uhm, not wear anything underneath, like the shirt?"

"I wasn't wearing bra under that dress either." you answer, not quite sure where this suddenly came from.

"Wait, really?"

/Should I be upset that he wasn't looking or happy that my boobs weren't his focus?/ you mentally face palm.

"Yes, really."

"Oh." was all he said. "But you're wearing... like..." he looks at your lap where he's supposed to rest his head on.

"Of course!"

"Okay then." he lays his head down, facing you.

You start running your hands through his green hair, feeling his body shiver by your soft touch.

"I think I don't want to take any other naps than these kinds from now on." Zoro smiles at you before drifting off to a sweet dream.

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Chocolate-flavoured lips (part 2)

Sanji x reader (romantic); Nami x reader (platonic). This is part two of two.

Hurt/comfort, romance. NSFW. Mentions of heavy themes (slavery, eating disorders)

This part is dedicated to @naive-daydreamer and @vespidphoenix. Thank you for your support!

*****

You had never struck him as particularly prudish, at least as far as the clothes you wore were concerned; on the ship you dressed practically, like the rest of the crew, but liked to doll yourself up when the two of you had a date, or went out for drinks with the rest of the crew. Sanji liked you whatever you wore (or wouldn't wear, he added in the privacy of his thoughts; he was a gentleman, determined not to pressure you, and holding you in his arms as you exchanged lazy kisses and caressed each other was more than enough, but it would have been a lie to say the thought of seeing you in your birthday suit wasn't enticing) but he was flattered to know you made yourself pretty when the two of you went out together, and he was proud to have people see him with a pretty girl like you by his side. He particularly liked when you wore a short skirt, since your legs were so lovely, and there was a off-the-shoulder top you owned that showed enough of your cleavage that Sanji had felt himself go red in the face the first time he had seen you wear it.

There was just one time you had looked ill at ease because of what you wore, and Sanji barely remembered it, since it had happened just two days after he had joined the crew. It was a particularly hot day, and he and his new friends agreed a swim was exactly what they needed; the boys (except for Luffy, obviously, who had remained on the deck) made do with a pair of shorts before jumping in the pleasantly cold water, while Nami was wearing a bikini in a colour that complimented the red of her hair.

"I have another one you can borrow if you want, (name)." she said, after you said you didn't own a swimsuit, and Sanji, who was walking past the two of you with a tray of cold drinks, felt his heart skip a beat at the prospect of seeing you in a bikini as well.

"No, thank you." you answered; you seemed uncomfortable, just for a moment "I think I can manage."

In the end, you swam wearing a shirt tucked in a pair of shorts; Sanji felt disappointed for a moment, but you proposed to play chicken fight all together, and the two of you won against Nami and Usopp, which was nice, and the celebratory hug the two of you shared even more.

On the next island the Merry docked at, after you and your friends had become involved in a fight with another pirate crew who had mistaken Zoro for the son of a local lord and tried to kidnap him for ransom, you went shopping with Nami and bought a one-piece swimsuit in a colour that complimented your everything.

"How do I look?" you asked him after putting it on for the first time, and it took him a while to answer, because seeing you in a swimsuit, no matter how demure, had made Sanji lose the power of speech.

"Extraordinary."

Sanji vaguely wondered why you had refused to borrow Nami's swimsuits; he thought that maybe you didn't like bikinis, or you deemed unhygienic to wear something belonging to someone else on naked skin. In the end, it was such an unimportant matter he had almost forgotten it, even though he did remember, after another, only apparently unrelated, event.

Two months had passed since you and Sanji had officially become a couple, three since your first kiss. You were together on your bed, and what had started as innocent cuddling had naturally, spontaneously become something much more exciting and fervent.

He was hungry, starving, for you (for the mouth he kept kissing, for the warmth of the body in his arms, for the sweet relief he imagined he would find when you would finally open your legs for him) while you unbuttoned his shirt and then helped him take it off; Sanji hungrily kissed you, as he felt your chest pressed against his, your heart beating twice as fast as normal, the softness of your breast so sweet under his hands. In the semi-darkness of the cabin, he gently laid you down on the bed, and felt your legs wrap around his waist.

"You are so beautiful." he murmured, and he heard you giggle.

"You can't even see me." you pointed out as you caressed his chest.

"But I know you; I know you are the most beautiful girl in the four seas."

"Oh, Sanji..."

You kissed again, and again, your mouths and bodies almost feverish as they searched for each other, explored each other, and found new ways to give each other pleasure. Sanji moaned when he felt your lips descend along his neck, to his chest and then to his abdomen. "(name)". he murmured, more fervent than any prayer he had ever uttered "My (name)..."

Fondling your breast through the fabric of your shirt was heavenly, but Sanji needed more; he slipped his hand under the lower hem, already anticipating the moment he would worship your beautiful body as you deserved... and a moment later you had grabbed his wrist.

"No."

"... sorry?"

"Please don't. I... I need to keep my shirt on."

Need. This is the word you chose to use, but in that moment Sanji didn't notice. The little light filtering under the door was enough to let him see you, now sitting on the bed, your arms wrapped around your torso as if afraid he would try to force you to take your shirt of.

"Please, Sanji-kun." you murmured, in a supplicant tone he had heard just once before... when he found you taking scraps out of the kitchen's garbage can. You sounded scared.

"Oh. All right." he said, sitting next to you; he was disappointed, but the last thing he wanted was making you uncomfortable "Of course."

"Sorry, I... I don't want to stop, just..."

"(name), it's all right. I... I think I need to go prepare lunch soon anyway."

"Oh. All right." you said, relief evident in your voice. Sanji put his shirt back on, you kissed him once more, affectionate and passionate as usual, and later, while you had lunch all together, you looked relaxed and happy as usual, but your boyfriend decided the two of you needed to talk a bit.

He found you later as you read sitting cross-legged on the deck, so pretty with the book in your hand, the wind stirring your hair and the hem of your skirt, the susurration of the waves all around you. The noise of his approaching steps made you lift your eyes from your book; you smiled as Sanji sat next to you.

"Hello."

"Hello. Bothering you?"

"Never. Come."

You smiled and rested your cheek on his shoulder, as clearly happy of that chaste closeness as you had been three hours earlier. Sanji would have liked nothing more than enjoying that quiet moment with you, but he felt the need to know, for the sake of the relationship you had just started building together.

"About earlier... when you asked me to stop..." he started, and your smile dimmed instantly.

"I'm..."

"You don't need to be; and you don't need to explain. Just... I wanted to know if I did something wrong, something... to make you uncomfortable..."

"Oh, no!" you immediately exclaimed, cupping his face in your hands to add emphasis to your words "You did nothing wrong at all. You were so sweet, so respectful. Believe me, it's not that I didn't want to... to be with you. I'm... I'm very attracted to you, Sanji-kun. I think you're very handsome."

He smiled, flattered. "Glad to know."

"As if you didn't. It's just... I don't feel comfortable with being seen shirtless. Would it bother you if I kept it on, while we are together? Or at least that we kept the room in the dark?"

"Only your shirt?"

"Yes. I'm fine with taking off everything else."

Now that was an unusual request, different from what Sanji had expected, that is, that you were moving too quickly considering you had only been together for a few months. Why was keeping your torso covered so important? Were you afraid he would find your body unattractive? Did you have a scar or some other blemish you wanted to keep hidden? The idea he would never see your naked beauty, and maybe never hold you in his arms, your skin against his, was more than a little disappointing, but Sanji didn't hesitate.

"Of course. Whatever you want, and feel comfortable with."

"Really? You are not... disgruntled?"

"I... don't want to be. You don't owe me anything, (name), even if we are together. Whatever problem one of us has, we can find a solution together. I want you to be happy; everything else doesn't matter."

"Oh, thank you! Oh, you are so sweet, Sanji-kun!" you exclaimed, clearly relieved, and kissed him soundly on the lips; you smiled, so close he could feel the warmth of your body on his skin "I promise I'll make it up to you."

He grinned. "Really?"

"Really. Soon, I promise. Thank you, I feel so lucky I am your girlfriend." you told him, and indeed, the joy and gratefulness in your eyes were almost overwhelming. Sanji couldn't say he knew and understood everything about you, not least because you were rather secretive about your past and never spoke much about your life before meeting Luffy, but what he had learnt, he loved, and he knew you reciprocated his feelings in full. Everything else didn't matter.

"I think I am the lucky one, actually." Sanji said; he let you go back to your book, and sat next to you for a while, enjoying the quiet happiness stemming from your warm, solid body curled up under his arm.

Weeks passed. Sanji kept cooking for his crew, kissing your ice-cream flavoured lips (by then you had to have tasted almost every variety in the world; you liked most of them, but chocolate was your favourite) and discovering corners of the sea he previously didn't even know existed. He couldn't have wished for a better life. The two of you kept meeting in one of the cabins when the others were away, cuddling and exploring each other's bodies; you were yet to be properly intimate, and Sanji couldn't say he was not anxious, but at the same time he could have gone on like this (moaning your name as you gently bit his neck between a kiss and another; grinding his hips against yours, until each of you could feel the other's arousal; kissing your breast through your bra after you had locked the door to keep the room in the dark) forever, and still he would be satisfied.

You were happy as well; because of him, and not just that. You now routinely polished your plate, even though you were the only member of the Straw-Hat pirates who had never asked for seconds, and one day that he inadvertently stepped on it as he reached you on your bed Sanji realized the broken beam on the floor wasn't creaking, meaning you had repaired it and weren't using it as an hidden storage anymore, which felt as the best news of his life.

Yes, everything was going perfectly for both of you; and then, as it often happens, destiny put a stick in your wheel - at least apparently.

*****

The blood staining his arms. The frantic heartbeat reverberating against his chest. The desperate, laboured breathing (proper to a person too stubborn and scared to let themselves give in, who kept drawing breath because they had ordered their lungs not to stop working, but whose energies were quickly failing) filling his mind and excluding any other thought. It was a terrible, nightmarish situation for Sanji, for whom not give in to panic had never been so hard.

Because that blood, that heartbeat, that breathing, were yours.

You shouldn't have even been there. While it was true that you had started practicing fighting with him and the others (after pointing out that while as a doctor your first duty was not to harm, you doubted that would matter to the various enemies your crew simply couldn't help constantly running into, and you didn't want to be a burden to your friends) you were still inexperienced, and on the day the Straw Hat pirates found themselves face to face with a whole platoon of Marines, Sanji asked (well, he begged) you to stay behind, preparing the Merry to depart as soon as your friends had gotten rid of their pursuers.

And you had... until you had seen Usopp get hurt on the battlefield, a stray bullet grazing his ankle as he strategically retreated towards the pier and making him stumble. Seeing your friend on the ground, you had unhesitatingly run to the battlefield to help him stand and carry him to safety.

And you had... even though it had meant being wounded yourself.

"Is she ok? Is she gonna...?" Usopp asked, anguish heavy in his voice, as he and Nami followed Sanji in the ship's tiny infirmary, fully furnished with everything a pirate doctor needed, and that they were unable to use "(name), I am so sorry! Can you hear me? I'm sorry, it is all my fault..."

"This will not help her." Nami brusquely pointed out, stopping him from advancing into the room; then, noticing the sniper's heartbroken expression, she rested her hand on his shoulder, doing her best to sound reassuring "We'll take care of her; you go help Luffy and Zoro."

"Are you sure?"

"Unless you have any experience as a doctor that you forgot to mention until now yes, I'm sure."

Still uncertain, Usopp hobbled out; he glanced at Sanji before crossing the door, but the cook didn't notice, too focused as he was on you, on how pale and hurt you looked as he gently laid you down on the infirmary bed. Judging from the red stain on your shirt, the bullet had hit you in the stomach, at least ten inches below your heart, but that didn't reassure him; you had lost so much blood, and if they didn't do something now, that alone would kill you.

"Hey, darling." he murmured, his hand gently cradling your head; you were drenched in sweat, apparently in too much pain to speak, but when he was able to meet your gaze, he saw you mouthing his name, and then another brief sentence.

"There is nothing to be sorry for; you saved Usopp, you were so brave. I am... I am so proud of you." he said; he had never felt so much the need to cry, but he had no time for that, not while you were still breathing "It's gonna be alright, I promise."

But how, he wondered. He knew Nami had no medical experience, and his only episode with something more serious than a migraine was that time he had burned his hand on a stove and Zeff had put an ointment on and then bandaged it; eve worse, you were too weak and in pain to guide them.

He couldn't lose you; he just couldn't. You couldn't die. You were too young, too beautiful and special and generous and clever and kind, and you had only wanted to help a friend in need and had not yet seen all your dreams come true. What could he do to help? Did you need a transfusion? You could have his blood - all of it if you needed it. And it didn't matter if the island they had just left was swarming with Marines, he would go back swimming, find the nearest doctor and bring him to you...

In the meantime Nami, equally worried but faster to act, had found everything she thought they would need (a plastic basin, sterile bandages, antiseptic, pliers, a pair of scissors, and a few other things she didn't even know the name of) in the room's various cabinets, and she was quick to place everything on the table next to the bed.

"We need clean water, and cloths to clean the wound." she said, instinctively taking charge; Sanji didn't consider himself a particularly passive person, at least when it was a life or death situation, but he had never been more grateful "But first, take off her shirt."

Sanji took the scissors from her fingers, ordering his hands to stop shaking, and placed the blades at the sides of the bottom hem of your shirt; half a second before he started cutting, your hand grabbed his wrist.

"No...!"

"It's ok, darling." he tried to soothe you "I just need to cut off your shirt, we need to check the wound."

"No!"

"(name)... I don't want to hurt you, I need..."

"No..." you said once more, no longer in a startled cry; he saw you mouth his name, and then please, and then shake your head in a desperate, determined refusal. Don't do it, you were telling him; it was plain to see, at least for someone who knew your heart, please, you mustn't. I don't want you to.

Sanji did it, quickly cutting the shirt in the middle, exposing your bra, the (apparently) deep wound next to your navel... and something else he for a moment did not know how to interpret. He remembered the promise he had made you, and how important it had been for you to keep your shirt on or at least to prevent him from looking at your torso, and whatever he had thought you wanted to keep secret, out of shame or modesty or something else... he would have never thought of that.

"What...? Is that a tattoo?" Nami asked as she prepared the bandages, at first only vaguely surprised, both since they had a way bigger problem on their hands and because after all that was not such an uncommon sight; a moment later she darkened, her eyes focused on her friend's still bleeding stomach "But that is..."

"What?" Sanji asked, for half a second forgetting he had never felt so scared, and helpless, in his life; for half a second, nothing was more important that knowing the truth "What is that? It seems..."

"I'll tell you later. Now, water and cloths." the navigator answered, calling him to order and passing him the basin; Sanji quickly obeyed, leaving the infirmary after a last, pained look to your motionless body on the bed. You met his gaze and then quickly averted yours, softly crying in shame.

*****

In the end, the wound was less deep, and therefore dangerous, than Sanji had feared; he and Nami had stopped the blood flow, she had been able to sew up the wound (and then puked in a bucket) while Sanji found a book to help them take care of you during your convalescence.

When they told the others you were feeling better and had told Nami you were confident you would heal perfectly, Usopp started to cry, overwhelmed with relief, Luffy cheered, and even Zoro laughed and clapped; your friends were happy they were not going to lose you, and Sanji hoped you knew how loved you were.

He prepared a broth for your dinner, light but rich to help you regain your strength, put it on a tray with a glass of water, and asked Nami to bring it to you.

"Don't you want to do it yourself? Don't tell me you have had a fight, with everything (name) is going through." Nami said. Sanji shook his head; he didn't feel comfortable telling her how clearly you avoided looking at him every time he visited you in the infirmary, as if too ashamed to look at the man who cared for you more than anything else.

"Can you tell me about her tattoo?" he asked once she had returned from the infirmary and happily reported you had already tucked in and were looking way better than the previous day "I don't want to gossip, but I'm worried for (name), even now that she is on the mend. If there is something worrying her, or that is making her sad, I need to know; I want to help her."

Nami nodded slowly, as if unsure it was her place to discuss her friend's personal matters, even if with the best intentions; in the end, she made sure the two of them were alone in the kitchen before speaking.

"I suppose you need to know, being her boyfriend and all that; and now that we know the truth, she will need all our support." she conceded "The one on her stomach... is different from most tattoos you see, right?"

Sanji agreed. Your tattoo was different from the flowers, butterflies or other delicate decorations he usually saw on the skin of girls your age; it wasn't even the name of a former boyfriend (which would have broken his heart) or a tribute to a loved one who had passed away. It seemed like a code, even though he had no idea what it was for: ten characters, numbers and letters without an apparent logic, and an hyphen in the middle.

"That code... that code is one of those slaves have tattooed, or even branded, on their skin by their masters. It cannot be washed away, so that a slave cannot hide their condition, and makes it easier for a master to prove they belong to him if a slave runs away."

Silence fell in the Merry's kitchen. Sanji was happy he wasn't holding anything fragile, or spillable, in his hands; for a whole minute he felt physically unable to speak.

"... a slave?" he whispered in the end.

"I'm afraid so. I have only read about it once in a book, a long time ago, but if I remember correctly, the first two numbers mean that (name) was born a slave, instead of being sold or captured." Nami explained; she looked ill, as if she felt the pain and misery their friend and doctor had to have felt while in captivity "While the last three letters refer to a country not far from the one where Luffy met her, which is where she must have been born. Poor, poor (name)..."

She looked at him, as if waiting for his reaction, waiting to know what he would do to comfort his girlfriend; the problem was Sanji had absolutely no idea.

"I'll talk to her." he decided in the end "Thank you for telling me the truth, I know it wasn't easy for you."

The orange-haired navigator shrugged. "(name) is my friend." she said, as if that explained everything. And it did.

Sanji knocked softly at the infirmary's door a minute later; from the inside, you softly invited him to enter.

He was happy to see the broth's bowl was empty, the tray placed on the little table next to the bed. Lying on your back, you turned your head to smile softly at him. "Hello."

"Hello to you. If you want to sleep for a while I can..."

"Not at all. Please, come, you know I'm always happy to see you."

Sanji smiled as he moved a chair next to the bed; on your request, he helped you sit on the bed, grimacing for the pain in your abdomen.

"I'm fine." you gently reassured him, noticing his alarmed expression "Or at least, I will be in a few days. I just need to rest, and to give my body time to heal. Sanji... I am so sorry."

He blinked, both of his hands cradling one of yours resting on the blanket covering the lower half of your body. "Sorry for what?" he asked, unable to think of something you could have to apologize for.

"You know. For... for not telling you about my tattoo. About my past. Nami told me you talked about it."

Sanji nodded. "Please don't be angry with her; she only wanted to help you."

You assured him you knew, and therefore you could never be angry with your friend. Rather, you expected him to be upset, or at least disappointed, that you had concealed such an important part of your past from him; Sanji had told you all about his childhood, at least after he had met Zeff, but in return he didn't even know where you were born. "It was unfair on my part; you are my boyfriend, and you have been nothing but kind and protective. I know that even people who are in a relationship are entitled to their privacy, but..."

Sanji smiled, a moment before lifting your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it; it pained him to see you like that, so full of shame and regret, but he knew that facing those emotions and sharing your secrets would make you feel better later.

"Exactly. It would have been different if you had not told me you were already in a relationship, if you had been married or had children, but... I am not angry, really. Not with you, at least." he admitted, and he sighed "I just wish I could have those who hurt and humiliated you here to make them beg for mercy at your feet."

You smiled, pained and grateful at the same time. "I know you would; and that is enough for me." you told him; you hesitated for a moment, and then whispered the name of the kingdom where you were born, and where slavery was still widely practiced.

"I have always been a slave, since I was taken out of my mother's womb. I received my tattoo when I was five, which is also when I started working in my master's farm together with the other slaves. The pain of the needle on my skin is the oldest memory that I have."

"You were put to work when you were five?"

"Oh, yes; and some other masters have their slaves branded even before that, even if naturally one can't really work when they are so little. My master lived in the countryside, and I and the other slaves worked in the fields and took care of the animals; at the same time, he was a very capable doctor, and he decided to instruct me and three others, to assist him in his work or to earn an higher price if he ever decided to sell us."

You sighed. "One day, or little by little, I will tell you everything." you promised, placing your free hand on top of his "I know I don't have to, but I want to; I want there to be no secrets between us. But it is not a pretty story, as you can imagine, so I'm not exactly anxious to relive those memories. Anyway, I lost my mother when I was nine, so there was nothing that could have kept me from escaping; and when the opportunity arose, I did, even though I knew the punishment for runaway slaves was enough to make you beg for death. I ran, and ran, and didn't stop until I reached a kingdom where slavery is outlawed, even though that didn't mean I was safe."

"That is where you met Luffy."

"Yes. We became friends in a matter of hours, you know how it is with him, and when he asked me to join his crew as ship's doctor, I didn't need to think twice. And then, just a few days later, I met you."

You were wearing a clean shirt, that Nami had helped you put on; lifting the bottom hem, you brushed your fingers against the bandage covering your abdomen. "I wish at least the bullet had hit me where my mark is." you muttered "It is too big to be covered by a scar, but still..."

"You could have it covered." Sanji suggested "With another tattoo, I mean; so that you could wear a bikini, or a top that leaves your stomach bare, and people would see just a flower or a butterfly. You wouldn't be forced to see it either, every time you take a shower."

You sighed. "I wish I could." you admitted "The problem is, it is illegal for a tattoo artist to help a runaway slave conceal their condition; rather, they are required by the law to denounce them, and most masters would also reward them for their help. I can't take a chance, any artist I could ask for help would only have to call the Marines, and I'd be brought back to my master. I have promised myself I would never go back, Sanji-kun; carrying the mark on my skin, and having to keep my stomach covered, is a price I'm happy to pay. Now I'm free, free to go wherever and do whatever I want, and this is the only thing that matters... together with you, that is." you added with a smile, that Sanji returned, his heart still full of anguish even though so many things he hadn't been able to explain about you made sense now.

"The reason why you ate so little... and were used to take food from the garbage can..."

"Well, slaves do not eat the same food as their master, as you can imagine; we often received scraps from his table, and I retrieved food that the cook had thrown away more times than I can count. As a slave, I ate in a day and a half as much as I do now in a single lunch, and was used to have food taken from me regularly, every time the master was displeased. I'll never be a bottomless pit like Luffy, but having been used to eat little for so long, for a while my stomach simply couldn't take more than that. Now that I have been with the crew for a while things are different, I got used to a regular diet, but until I met Luffy a single apple was enough to keep me satisfied for a day. Until I met you, for me food was not... something you enjoyed, and found pleasure in; I ate because otherwise I would die, and to avoid being lashed because I didn't have the strength to work."

"I see."

Sanji sighed, suddenly realizing he also had a secret he needed to share. "While we are at it, I also have a confession to make; I know of the food you kept hidden under a beam in your cabin. Months ago, soon after I found you taking food from the garbage can, I... I was worried for you, that you were suffering from an eating disorder or something like that, I went through your stuff. I'm so sorry, (name); I shouldn't have, whatever the reason."

"No, you shouldn't have." you agreed, and then smiled "But I could never be angry with you, especially since I know you wanted to help me. Let's make a pact: from now on, there will be no more secrets between us, and whenever one of us is worried or upset for some reason, we will talk about it. After all, being in a relationship means also this."

Sanji agreed. He wanted nothing more than to end the conversation, kiss you and lie next to you on the bed to cuddle for a while, but there was one last thing he needed to know.

"Of course; you can ask me whatever you want." you encouraged him, but it took your boyfriend a while to find the right words.

"As a slave, were you ever ordered to... I mean, since you are young and attractive, and I know that sometimes masters want to..."

"Oh. That."

A new, vaguely bitter smile appeared on your lips as you smoothed your shirt on your stomach. "Would you really like to know?"

"I am sorry if it is painful for you to talk about it, but since we have talked about becoming intimate... You know I would never force you to do anything in any case, but if you had... gone through a trauma..."

You kissed him. Quick but deep, as you rested your hand on the back of his head to steady yourself; and when you finally parted, he saw you smile - a real smile, full of joy. "You really are the sweetest man in the four seas, aren't you, Sanji-kun?" you asked "In any case, you needn't worry; that at least I was spared. My master enjoyed women and so did his sons, but none of them ever touched me, because... you see... for my mother it had been different."

"... you mean...?!"

"... that I was his, yes. It's ok." you hurried to add, seeing the shocked, outraged expression on your boyfriend's face "What is done is done, and since hopefully I'll never see him again, my master cannot hurt me anymore, and I am free to forget he was ever part of my life. I am not saying I wasn't traumatized by what I lived through; but at least I was luckier than many other slaves."

Silence fell on the two of you, a silence finally made not of unsaid things and secrets you didn't have the strength to share, but of the quiet, resilient awareness what you had gone through was known, and understood, and respected. Escaping captivity, and then becoming part of Luffy's crew, and even falling in love with Sanji and pursuing a relationship with him had not magically cured you of all the abuse and pain you had experienced; still, it was a step forward, as well as the best starting point you could ask for.

In the end, Sanji stood; he bent to kiss you once more, also deep, but not quick. "I'll let you rest for a while." he promised "If you feel up to it, later I can help you stand and you can come sit on the deck, enjoy the sun and the air."

"I'd love to." you answered; you didn't say thank you, because you knew he'd find it superfluous, and he could read it in your eyes anyway.

A last smile, and your boyfriend was closing the door of the infirmary behind him; you cautiously laid down on the bed, sighing contently, aware he, and the rest of your friends, were still a shout away. Aware, for the first time in your life, that you were not alone.

*****

"Will you really not tell me where we are going?" you asked, maybe for the fifth time since the beginning of the day. You were not worried, since you knew you could trust your friends and Sanji especially, but he was being uncharacteristically tight-lipped about your destination, which intrigued you a great deal.

It had all started early in the morning when, reaching the deck after helping Sanji wash the dishes after breakfast, and glancing at the map Nami was consulting next to you, you realized the ship was heading in a different direction from the one your navigator had set two days before.

"Has our destination changed?" you had asked, but Nami's only answer had been a wink and a knowing smile.

"Ask Sanji." she had told you, and when you had, your boyfriend had acted even more secretive, simply saying you would see it soon.

And now this. The island you had reached was mid-size but relatively unimportant for the crew's affairs, and you couldn't begin to understand why your boyfriend was acting so excited; he was leading you among the streets of a busy marketplace, clearly looking for something, or someone, even though he had told you he had never been on this island before.

"Let's see, it should be close... he said there was a bakery across the street..."

"Sanji-kun, is this about our ice cream dates? Are you looking for a famous parlour or something like that?"

"Sorry? Oh, no; but we'll get that to celebrate later. This is different... oh! Here it is!"

There was indeed a bakery across the street from the door you had stopped in front of; at first you thought it was a shop of some kind, apparently closed given the shut door, but the banner above the door advertised a very different sort of trade...

It was a tattoo parlour.

"Sanji, no." you whispered: you were wearing a shirt reaching down to your thighs and your stomach was perfectly covered, but you quickly glanced all around you, half-expecting to see Marines descend upon you to bring you back to your master "Please, let's go back to the Merry; I can't stay here, I told you..."

"It's all right."

How could he not understand? "No, it's not!" you repeated urgently; you appreciated he had your best intentions at heart, but could he not see the danger he was putting you in? "When they see my tattoo..."

"(name)." Sanji said as he took both of your hands in his, softly, as if begging you to listen to him instead of giving you an order; and this was the reason you found yourself suddenly unable to insist "I know; I haven't forgotten what you told me. Please, trust me; it is going to be fine."

You didn't answer, but remained where you were while your boyfriend knocked at the door.

"We are closed." a curt voice stated from the inside.

"This is Sanji from the Baratie."

"Oh! Just a second."

A moment later the door opened; a shaggy haired head peaked outside. "Are you sure you weren't followed?"

"Positive. Can we come in?"

"Of course; hurry, the fewer people see you the better."

The man who closed the door behind the two of you had to be roughly your mother's age, were she still alive; he was tall and somewhat fierce, the sort of individual you didn't want to meet in a dark alley at night, but then he smiled kindly at you, and you felt safe all of a sudden. His skin was, unsurprisingly, covered in ink; arms, neck, shins, any part of his body left exposed by his clothes was tattooed.

"You must be (name); it is good to meet you. And Zeff's boy! A real pleasure. I am Den, welcome to our island."

You both shook hands with him, before Den gave you a minute to look around. You didn't remember your only, traumatic visit to a tattoo parlour, but this was roughly like you imagined it. A work table cluttered with tools you didn't know the name of, coloured ink bottles, dirty rags and other things; a reclining chair with a stool and a floor lamp next to it; pieces of paper of all sizes on the walls, showcasing the various designs the artist could realize.

You looked at your boyfriend, both of your arms protectively hugging your abdomen. How can you be sure this man will not betray us?, you wanted to ask him, but before you could utter a word, Den lifted the bottom hem of his own shirt, exposing a large tattoo of dancing blue flames.

The tattoo covered his abdomen.

"I have been enslaved when I was eight, after a reversal of fortunes made my parents unable to pay their debts." he explained softly "When I was a little older than you, I was able to escape. I wandered around for a while, running from the Marines, and I thought I would starve or never find a home to call my own until I met a young woman who was the apprentice of a tattoo artist, and she decided to help me, even though her master would have probably killed her if he knew. She gave me this tattoo, to cover my slave mark; and then she taught me, so that we could do the same for whoever needs it."

"Den has met Zeff years ago; he told me all about this tattoo artist friend of his when I was younger, so I called the Baratie two days ago and asked for directions." Sanji happily explained "Den is going to cover your slave mark, so that you won't have to hide anymore."

"Free of charge." the tattoo artist hastened to add, rubbing his hands together as if he couldn't wait to get to work "Although, if you are really Zeff's former apprentice, my wife and I wouldn't say no to a home-cooked meal! What would you like, missy? Many girls ask for flowers, or an heart; the jolly roger of your crew could be a nice idea, even though that's... incriminating as well..."

Sanji saw you bit your lip. "You needn't worry; you are safe, otherwise I wouldn't have brought you here." he reassured you, suddenly unsure of his plan; the fact that Zeff trusted Den was enough to reassure him, but perhaps it would have been better if the two of you had discussed this before... "If you want... to think about it for a while, I'm sure we can..."

"No." you stopped him; and a moment later, he saw you smile "I'm going to do it. I want to do it. Den-san, could you draw me a bird?"

The artist promptly answered he could tattoo sparrows, eagles, cranes, parrots - whatever you wanted. He took a pencil and a sketchpad from the work-table, and you guided him in drawing a long-winded bird that, you told him and Sanji, was present in large numbers in the kingdom you grew up in.

"My mother loved birds, and she told me the stern was famous for the huge distances it covered during migration; they could fly from one side of the world to the other, tirelessly, unafraid of predators and inclement weather. We would see them sometimes, at our master's farm, and while we had been instructed to chase them away, I loved them and sometimes I stole bread to feed them. All birds are free, unlike me at the time, but they could travel far and wide, the sky was their only limit... I would have given anything to be one of them."

You smiled. "And now I am; I am free, like a stern, with my own flock. Covering a slave mark with the image of a bird is the best revenge I can ask for."

Den asked you to sit on the reclining chair and immediately got to work, perched on the stool next to you. Sanji hovered nearby, not wanting to disturb the artist, anxiously observing the tattoo taking shape; completely still, your shirt lifted so that it only covered your breast, you seemed completely at ease, smiling happy as if not feeling the pain of the large needle pricking your skin.

"You can admit this is all because you want to see me naked." you whispered when Den had to leave you for a moment to take a smaller needle; the gratitude and affection in your eyes were so intense Sanji felt overwhelmed for a moment. Neither of you spoke, but your thoughts, your emotions, had never been so clear to each other like in that moment; you had never spoken of love yet, it was too early and neither wanted to rush things, but there was no other name to describe the intimacy of that moment, the quiet but intense bond of two people completely focused on each other, so full of devotion and warmth the world had all but disappeared around them.

"Exactly, that's the only reason." he answered, doing his best not to smile "And what a lucky coincidence, I have always liked tattooed women..."

It took Den almost two hours to finish your tattoo; Sanji had seen it taking shape little by little, while you had avoided looking at your abdomen, preferring to see the complete result only.

"That's it, perfect." the artist said in the end, his voice full of satisfaction, as he stood from the stool and cracked his neck "Ready to see it, missy?"

"Of course I am!"

A full-figure mirror was placed against one of the walls of the room; you stood and walked to it, already anticipating the joy of seeing your tattoo and at the same time fearing you wouldn't like it. You held your breath... and then you smiled, observing the small but resilient bird taking flight on your abdomen, its long-winged black body only slightly longer than the mark it was covering, and of which there was no trace.

Sanji, by now more than capable to read your emotions, smiled as well. "Do you like it?"

"I love it! Oh, it is so beautiful!" you exclaimed, turning on one side and the other to observe your new tattoo from different angles; it was really lovely, but as well as from a purely aesthetic point of view, and the pleasure of having your favourite animal engraved on your skin, you loved what it represented: the freedom you had always been entitled, the memory of your mother, and the determination to never let anyone decide for you and your life "Oh, Den-san, thank you so much!"

The artist smiled, clearly pleased with the result of his work and not only that; you couldn't believe you had felt intimidated by him, only two hours ago. "I'm glad I could help. No one deserves to carry that filth on their skin, especially a nice girl like you. Hope it brings you luck, and say hi to Zeff for me when you hear from him!"

You thanked him again and again before you and your boyfriend left, leaving Den to his affairs and to open to the public. This time you didn't bother checking for Marines nearby, or to make sure your tattoo wasn't visible under your shirt; the ugly mark, memento of a past you wouldn't have to relive ever again, was gone, replaced by a symbol of freedom and resilience you were determined to honor every day of your life.

"Do the others know?" you asked in a whisper as you walked away from the tattoo parlour, hand in hand; your tattoo was now bandaged, and Den had thoroughly instructed you on how to care for it, including an ointment you needed to buy to clean it twice a week.

Sanji shook his head. "Well, Nami does, or at least she will know what that little bird is for once she sees it. The others don't know anything; I told Luffy, Zoro and Usopp we needed to make a detour here for a very important reason that concerned you and your safety; no one had anything against it. They'll probably be surprised to see it, but I don't think they'll insist to know the truth... unless you decide to tell them."

You smiled, heart full of affection and gratitude for your friends; you knew knowing about your past as a slave would change nothing in their opinion of you, and if ever you were in danger of being enslaved again, they would tirelessly defend you. Yes, you might decide to tell them the truth; one day. Now, for a while, you just wanted to enjoy this, not having to hide, to hate your body, to close your eyes every time you even just had to change your shirt.

You were free - finally, completely, irrevocably free, and while you had risked your life to escape, and again as you ran from your master and did all you could to stay hidden, of this you had to thank no one but the handsome young man next to you.

"I... I really don't know what to say." you murmured in the end, as you approached the town center "There are no words to describe how grateful I am; I'll never thank you enough..."

"Then don't." your boyfriend suggested with a smile; he stopped walking and took your face in his hands, his blue eyes sparkling as if he were the one who had just received the best, most thoughtful gift of his life "I only want you to be happy and serene, and unafraid. What about we celebrate with an ice-cream?"

"That's a splendid idea. My treat this time."

"If you really want to..."

You laughed, wondering if you had ever felt this happy; it was as if your heart were soaring, high and free, there were the stern flies. You kissed Sanji, and he kissed you, unheeding of the people who could see the two of you.

"Let's go." you said then; your boyfriend smiled, and he let your hand guide him along the busy street.

TAGGING @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx. Hope you like this!

[londonlights724]

I’m at a true loss for words, but also feel like I have so much to say? The last 24 hours haven’t felt real. I don’t think the news really sunk in until I saw the posts from Louis, Zayn, Harry and the official 1D account.

I created an account on Tumblr all the way back in 2011, specifically for this group of 5 boys from the UK who had stolen my heart. I can still remember the feeling of hearing them sing for the first time. Funny enough it wasn’t WMYB; the music video for Gotta Be You was recommended on YouTube and the rest is history.

I was a freshman-sophomore when the boys fame started to really take off, and my love for them as well. High school was a very rough time for me with body dysmorphia, anxiety and depression. I would self harm because I had all of these feelings that I didn’t know how to express or who to express them to. Until I found the boys.

It sounds dramatic to say they saved my life.. but they truly did. Something clicked after that first song, and suddenly life didn’t feel so hard and scary. I made friends because of One Direction. My first “adult” concert (aka old enough to get the tickets myself) was their first tour of America - the Up All Night tour. Olly Murs opened and even though I was up in the rafters, it was the greatest moment of my life up until that point.

After that concert, I wore the T-shirt I bought from the merch tent all the time. After a while it got so gross and old, that I didn’t have any real reason to keep it. But I did. Something inside of me wouldn’t let me get rid of it.

Today I pulled that old shirt out and just held it. Lord knows it doesn’t fit anymore but even just holding it flooded the memories back into my brain. Memories of waking up at 3AM for album releases, of waiting in line for special editions of the albums, of seeing This Is Us in theaters many times. The memory of skipping class the day Zayn left to sit with the shock, and the memory of how it felt to hear the word hiatus.

All that’s to say once the boys went on hiatus, I started to drift away from the fandom. I still followed all the boys’ careers loosely, but really only Harry I followed in detail. So seeing the news a few years back about Liam’s substance abuse struggles, I was pleasantly surprised to hear about his sobriety in 2023. Especially after the interviews he had done during the time when he was struggling with addiction (ahem Logan Paul).

To then all culminate into the abuse allegations brought forth by Maya in the last few weeks. It was so disappointing to hear. That someone that I looked up to as a teenager could be capable of the things being reported. I wanted justice for Maya and I wanted Liam held accountable but to also be able to get the help he has needed for years, but doesn’t seem to have gotten.

I think one thing I’ve struggled with is mourning for the person I loved as a teen, who wasn’t the same person as an adult that did terrible things. It’s complicated. But understanding both things can be true, helps make processing this grief easier.

I send all of my love, thoughts and prayers to Liam’s parents, sisters and family. To his son, Bear. To his brothers, Harry, Louis, Niall and Zayn. To Kate. To Maya. To his friends and all those close to him. And lastly, to all the fellow Directioners processing this together.

Please remember to take time away from social media when things feel heavy. If you’re struggling, please reach out to someone - heck, my inbox is always open if you just need someone. Just don’t feel like you have to carry anything alone.

If you’re in the US, calling or texting 988 will put you in contact with someone from the suicide hotline, NAMI (Nat’l Alliance on Mental Illness). If you, or someone you know, struggles with substance abuse, you can contact the National Drug Abuse Helpline at 1-800-662-4357.

Love, Jo. ❤️‍🩹

[dutchmancallypso]

Zosan traveling adventures #1

Zoro is banned from planning literally anything since their Austria trip, which was supposed to be, you guessed it, Australia. He is in charge of carrying all their luggage as a life long punishment.

Sanji forgives, but he doesn't forget. He bought so many kangaroo t-shirts for that trip! He bought this right at the Vienna airport and Zoro had to wear it all trip long ↓

Zoro at least took him to the ZOO to see kangaroos. He might or might not have attempted to steal one to make up for everything. He was lucky they had a half a meter big plushie kangaroo in the gift shop, so he bought it for Sanji.

Where did he get the money, you ask? Nami got used to "Zoro requested XY amount, note to sender: please im dying" Paypal notifications.

*cuts to bummed out Sanji hugging a kangaroo plushie* (He's only pretending to be annoyed at this point. He already came to terms with the fact he married a complete dumbass... who is at least very cute.)

[mytheoristavenue]

Take ur time ofc!! And hope ur doin ok!! BUT PLEASE CAN WE GET ANOTHER PART OF THE DIRTY FIC, IM BARKIN OVER IT /POS

I got you! Also, this was my first One Piece ask, so thank you!

OP Perv!Usopp x Reader 🍋 - Filthy

Summary: You get a suspicion that it's not Nami that's been stealing your clothes, and you catch the real culprit red handed.

Warning: Bath sex, fingering, NSFW, MDNI, fem!Reader, perv!Usopp, switch!Usopp, porn with plot, petty/bitchy Nami, slight bodyshaming, soft dom!Usopp, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, very long, nasty language, teasing, fem!reader, petnames

Note: I used the diagrams of the Sunny as a reference for this fic and the previous one, which maps the bathroom out as a small room with just a toilet and sink, and a door that leads to a separate washroom. From what I could tell, the washroom is pretty much a one pool bathhouse, with a corner you shower in, so I wrote this with that in mind!

"Damnit, Nami..." you grumbled, sorting through your dresser, the clothes on your body caked with mud. The crew had docked on a small island, and since the town didn't offer any entertainment, Luffy decided everyone would rest on the beach. Suffice to say, being forcefully involved in a mud fight was not your idea of rest.

Rummaging a bit more, you growled, not finding any clean underwear. You were irritated to say the least. Nami always stole your clothes almost as soon as your bought them, but this time it was worse, considering Usopp, the sweetheart that he was, had just treated you to a shopping spree on the last island. Now you had nothing to show for it.

"I heard my name?" the woman strolled into the women's bedroom, arms crossed and brow cocked in an accusing manner.

"Yeah, 'cuz I said it." you snarled, glancing over your shoulder.

"And what's got your panties in a twist? Are you still mad that Luffy pegged you in the head with a ball of mud?" She snickered, laying down on her bunk with her arms crossed behind her head.

"No, I'm not!" you glared at her, before going back to your search. "And it's kinda hard to have my panties in a twist when you steal all my damn clothes!"

"What?!" she gasped, darting up with fists balled. "I do NOT steal your tacky ass clothes!"

"Oh, so what? It was Robin then?" You pressed sarcastically.

"Doubt it," she responded with a huff. "She couldn't even use your tiny bras as pasties."

"Nami!" you shouted, blushing from embarrassment and crossing your chest. "My boobs aren't small!" You shook your head, dismissing her judgement. "Wait, so if you're really not taking my stuff, who is?"

"I dunno," she sighed, reaching for a file and lazily buzzing her nails. "Maybe ask that idiot we call a sniper, he's so obsessed with you, it wouldn't surprise me if he stole your panties and hung them up on the wall."

"Don't say things like that," you scolded lightly, face still as heated. "You know I like him, that's not funny."

"It wasn't a joke." she corrected. "It's literally so obvious."

"I don't see how." you pouted, not trusting her one bit. You sighed, prying your soaked shirt away from yourself. "It's not as much the stealing that's my main issue right now, it's that I don't have anything clean to change into."

Nami rolled her eyes, tossing her hand in the direction of her dresser, using her file as a pointer. "Tell you what, as a show of good faith, you can borrow something of mine. Just nothing nice."

-----

Guilt began to wither away your insides as you trudged to the bathroom. You couldn't help but feel bad for accusing Nami of stealing your things, especially now that she was loaning you hers. You were very thankful for the gesture though.

Entering the bathroom, you set your things down on the closed toilet lid, before taking your hairbrush out of your hygiene bag and running it through your hair. You followed up with brushing your teeth, and you were finally ready you shed all this filth. With a heavy sighed you peeled your clothes away, tossing them into the hamper, before quietly opening the door to the washroom. You'd heard a bit of splashing and didn't want to startle whoever was enjoying a bath.

The person in question was mostly submerged in the steaming bathwater, facing away from your, but judging from the mess of jet coils that spilled onto the the steps of the tub, you could only guess it was one of two people, and you knew for a fact that Brook was on deck. "Oh, hello, Usopp." you chirped, smiling sweetly, and clutching the knot on your towel.

He jumped upon hearing his name, hot water splashing all around him as he glanced back timidly. "O-Oh, uh- hi, (Y/N)!"

"Do you mind if I join you?" you asked bashfully. "If so, I can just take a shower, I won't mind."

"You...want to take a bath with me?" Usopp's mind was racing, brain unable to contain all the naughty possibilities that could come of this.

"It is a community tub," you reminded him with an airy giggle. "But if you want it all to yourself, I completely understand! It is a nice tub."

"I want you-" he breathed, mouth hanging a bit. "T-To bathe with me, I mean. Shit, uh- no. I don't mind at all, please, help yourself." His hands trembled just below the water. He was always the worst at playing cool when under pressure.

"Thank you," you snickered. "Look away while I get in." You didn't have to ask, he hadn't been able to look at you properly since the moment he'd laid eyes on you in that towel, and he didn't think his heart could handle seeing you fully nude. Shedding your towel, you slipped down into the water, several feet away from him for the comfort of both of you. Once you were sure you were fully submerged, you sighed with delight as the heat in the water did wonders for your aching muscles. "Ahhh..." you sighed dreamily, filling your palms with it and smoothing it into your dirty hair. "That's so nice..."

He laughed nervously, peering over at you before instantly snapping his head away, seeing your arms raised above you, bliss coating your face. "Y-Yeah, it's super hot, I just ran the water a few minutes ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry! You hardly got any time to relax before I intruded." you apologized shyly.

"No, don't be sorry. I like your company." he confessed, his cheeks aglow, although barely visible passed his caramel skin tone. "Besides, I'm sure you wanted to get away from Luffy just as bad as I did, so I don't mind you hiding out with me."

As you massaged product into your hair, you couldn't help but beam at his sudden change in demeanor. This was the Usopp you adored, the sweet, fun guy that you loved talking with. It was almost jarring to see how nervous he tended to get, as opposed to how he acted around you most times. "I like that we can do things like this," you admitted, showing him your sweetest smile. "I'm always so comfortable with you, Usopp."

"R-Really?" he asked, chuckling nervously and itching his nape. "Ditto."

"I just really trust you, ya know? You just always seem to radiate this sense of security to me. Is that weird?" You asked, scooting towards him, if only by an inch or two, before dunking your head to rinse your hair.

Usopp began to sweat, from more than just the steam rising off the pool. There was no reason at all that you should trust him, nor be comfortable with him. He was a panty sniffing creep. Speaking of which, he held his thighs cemented to the step he sat on, praying to God that the special pair he'd been enjoying before you came in would stay buried beneath him. "I'm so glad you feel safe with me." he replied halfheartedly.

You couldn't place your finger on the reason, but something about the moment felt so much more perfect than other ones you'd had, where the opportunity to confess had presented itself. "Uhm, Usopp, there's actually something I've been meaning to tell you..." you trailed, floating over to sit right beside him now. He internally panicked at your closeness, and the possibility of your hand or thigh brushing your submerged garments.

"O-oh, yeah? What's that?" While he waited for your big secret to reveal itself, he watched your cheeks take on an inflamed hue, eyes drawing wide as dinner plates. His worst fears became realized as a piece of pink lace drifted into his peripheral, floating between the two of you as an ice breaker.

"Oh my God, Nami was right!" you squeaked, snatching the underwear out of the water and inspecting them. "It was you all along!"

Usopp's heart raced as he struggled to find a reason for having them that wouldn't incriminate him, ultimately deciding on simply playing dumb. "W-Whoa, how did those get in here?" he laughed nervously, instinctually scooting away, until he hit the corner of the pool.

"Usopp..." you growled angrily. "You've been stealing my clothes, haven't you!"

"W-Wait? No, of course not!" he sputtered, raising his hands in defense. "Why would I steal the clothes I bought you?!"

You stopped and thought for a moment, contemplating over his alibi, before coming to an infuriating realization. "You sicko!" you shrieked. "You've only been picking out clothes that you like to take, haven't you!? All the lacy panties and matching bras, the skimpy string bikinis, all the short skirts and crop tops- you've been dressing me up like your own personal doll!"

"I thought you liked those!" he defended, shrinking as drew near. "I-I swear, I thought that's what you liked to wear!"

"Yeah," you grumbled. "I liked wearing them because I thought that's what you wanted me to wear!" You expression fell from anger to sadness as you backed away from him and sat facing your lap. "I just wanted you to think I was pretty. I thought that...if I let you pick my clothes, maybe you'd find me more appealing."

Usopp could feel his cheeks and ears heat up with your revelation and he guiltily swam towards you, pressing a comforting hand to your shoulder. (Y/N), I do think you're pretty. That's not the problem."

You glanced up at him through your lashes, sniffling. "I know I'm not as well endowed as the other girls but-"

"No, I don't care about all that, you're perfect." He confessed shamefully. "I'm the problem." Your stare bored holes into his head as he struggled to continue, knowing that you were waiting for him to elaborate. "I guess I've just liked you and wanted you for so long...I forgot to see you as a person and not as..."

"A doll?" you asked, looking up at him as he did the same.

"More or less," he confirmed. "I-I'm so sorry."

"Well," you began cautiously. "I can't say I didn't enjoy dressing up for you..."

"R-Really?" he stuttered, fully turning to you now, humbled by the vision of you leaning into his personal space with wanting eyes.

You nodded with a seductive smile. "had you asked, I might have even entertained the idea of modeling some outfits for you...privately." Usopp swallowed a hard lump as he watched you slowly rise from the hot water and inch closer. "I wonder what you did with my panties," you thought aloud. "Why don't you tell me?"

"I-I," he started, stopping short, eyes glued to your body as it slowly exposed itself. "I uh- jerked off with them?" he answered carefully, scared that this was some sort of trap. You shuddered at his reply, caressing your delicate hands along your sides.

"Did you cum all over my panties, Usopp?" You purred in his ear, leaning in close enough to touch him. He nodded shyly to your delight. "What were you doing before I came in here?"

"I think you know..." he murmured, humilated by your teasing.

"But I wanna hear you say it." you admitted, arms snaking around his neck, and legs dangerously close to straddling his lap. "Pretty please?"

"J-jerking off..." he breathed shakily. "With your panties."

"That's a good boy," you cooed, finally settling on his lap, your bare sex snug with his as your thighs provided him with excellent friction. His breath hitched in his throat as you grinded on him, his knuckles whitening from his grip on the step he sat on. "Don't you want to touch me, Usopp?"

"I-I do, more than anything," he sighed, throwing his head back a bit before raising it again. "But I shouldn't. This is a bad idea."

"How do you figure?" you wondered, 'accidentally' weighting yourself to put even more pressure on his throbbing cock.

"W-We can't do this and still be friends after," he rationalized breathlessly. "I-It'll be weird."

"Who said I want to be friends with you after this?" you giggled. "You're mine now. It's only fair considering how much hell you put me through." you smiled down at him, cupping his cheeks with one hand, making them squish. "Besides, I like it when things get weird." You leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose, trailing down his cheek, and then to his neck, where you stayed, peppering his throat with sweetness, pattern interrupted by the occasional harsh bite. You reveled in the lovely sounds he made for you, before ceasing your ministrations, so suddenly, he was still huffing from the ghost of your touch after it was gone. "That is of course, unless you don't want to be mine, in which case-"

"N-No!" he whined pitifully, interrupting you. "P-Please, I'll be good. I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever had! I-Ill buy you more clothes, and take you out on dates, and whatever else you ask!" his words spilled out even more desperately than he intended them to, which embarrassed him greatly. "J-Just please, I want to be yours, so fucking bad."

You couldn't help but giggle at his adorable groveling. "Awe, you want to be my little boyfriend?" you cooed, caressing his cheeks.

"Yes, more than anything..."

"Good boy," you praised, finally pressing your lips to his, while sensually rolling your hips against his. You loved the way he groaned into your mouth as you taught him how you liked to be kissed, sliding your tongue against his. He was new to this, and you adored that, taking the task of teaching him how things were done as a high honor. "Touch me, baby." You breathed against his lips, guiding his shaking hands to your flesh, and pressing them against you. He held perfectly still wherever you decided to place him, terrified to make a wrong move and have you leave him unattended.

With a little coaching, you were finally able to convince him to squeeze the fat of your hips, if only slightly. "That's it, baby. Doing so good." you eased, coercing him into exploring your skin like an uncharted island. You shuddered under his touch as his pads delicately grazed your nerve endings, reveling in the feeling of being in his arms, and all of your most sensitive parts just within reach of him.

"Can I-?" Usopp tried, parting from you with bated breath as his knuckle caressed the underside of your breast, his mind plagued by thoughts of all the perverted things he'd do to them if granted permission.

"Whatever you want, sweet boy. I'm all yours." you soothed, smiling down at him lovingly. "You don't have to be so nervous."

"I-I know," he sighed shakily. "I've just- I've never...done anything like this, ya know? I don't want to mess up."

"Well, I happen to know that you're a pretty hands-on learner," you giggled, rising against his chest a bit to tease him. "So how about you do what feels right and if I need to, I'll correct you? Think of it as..." you paused for a moment to find something he was good at to compare this moment to, tapping your finger on your chin. "Think of it as tinkering. Taking things apart, putting them back together," as you spoke, you hand snaked down to palm his erection, before taking hold of it and rubbing it against your entrance. "Figuring out what goes where, what things do."

After the inhalation of a sharp breath, for confidence, one of his hands slithered around to the back of your scalp to tangle digits in your wet hair, pulling you into a forceful kiss, while the other enveloped your breast entirely, simply holding it with the tiniest squeeze Usopp could muster. A surprised, but delighted moan escaped you, slipping past your unwilling lips and diminishing against his tongue. It was so jarring how he'd switched from squirming under your words to holding you so tightly, kissing you with such need.

Once he let you withdraw for a breath, you gazed up at him, eyes dripping with lust as you huffed. "Was...that good?" he asked bashfully, now reverting back to his previous demeanor.

"Do that again." you commanded, before squealing with joy as he pulled you back in.

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You whined loudly, drool sliding down your chin as you sat, still in Usopp's lap, this time with your back flush against his chest. Your legs were spread, with one bent and hoisted by the crook in his arm. You offered aid in the form of keeping your other leg at the perfect angle for him, as he sank his middle and index deep inside you. Your arms had long since locked around his neck, anchoring yourself to him as he worked you. You buried your head into his shoulder, your lips dangerously close to his ear, allowing him to listen to all your lewd noises without any other sound taking his attention away. "You sound so pretty, baby." he purred, curling his fingers against you.

The resulting moan embarrassed you, but it was music to his ears. Usopp had always been a quick learner, and it hadn't taken him long at all to realize what made you tick, what areas were the most sensitive, and what moves would numb your mind the fastest. He couldn't help but grin, recalling what you'd said earlier, repeating it for you as you submitted to his ministrations. "What's the matter? Can't handle being taken apart?"

"U-Usopp!" you whimpered, wanting so badly to scold him for making fun of you. It was humiliating how quickly he'd managed to change the dynamic of the moment. He chuckled in response, unhooking his arm and letting your leg fall lax before using his newly freed hand to play with your clit, while the digits of his right fucked you at an even rougher pace.

"What was that, baby?" he cooed, a cocky smirk spreading across his features. "Spit it out."

"B-Be nice..." you begged breathlessly, resting against him. "Please."

"Poor thing," he sighed, letting his pace slow to a near stop. "I'm sorry, baby, how can I make it up?" You struggled to catch your breath as his fingers slipped out of you. Though you couldn't see it, Usopp eagerly brought them to his lips, before sucking a bit of your essence off his previously clean skin. "Taste so good. I wonder if it tastes the same straight from the source?" His words stewed in your mind for a moment while his hand explored you further, action lulling as he allowed you decide what you'd have him do next.

"Can you..." you muttered, and overwhelming shyness taking over before you had the chance to finish. You buried your face in your shoulder before eagerly mumbling the rest.

"What is it, baby? Tell me what you want." he coaxed, one of his calloused hands reaching up to cup your breast, and the other sinking down to spread you out against the steaming water. "Whatever you want, sweet girl." he repeated your previous encouragements, adding to your humiliation. "I'm all yours."

"C-Can you please...eat me out?" you begged, peering up at him with a single pleading eye.

"I thought you'd never ask." he beamed, grabbing your sides and lifting you out of the water entirely, and setting you down on the top step. "C'mere."

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Tears had long since began to roll down your as you laid out on your back, palms bolted over your mouth in a half assed attempt to stifle some of your cries. Still in the tub, in the same spot he'd always been, was Usopp, ensnared in the most heavenly spot- between your legs. Ever great once in awhile, you'd mustered the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows to catch a glimpse of him, but every time, his eyes would dart up to yours, your tingling flesh still in his mouth, and he'd utter the most guttural moan, brows knitting together. A part of you knew it was fake, but the arousal it gave you was far too intense for you to car.

After first, his skills were lackluster to say the least; shy and unsure. But you should have know he'd catch on quickly. Soon he was in sync with you, listening to your reactions to certain moves as if he were cracking a safe. If nothing else, Usopp was observant.

You groveled at the way he peppered kisses all around your thighs and labia, before so delicately spreading it with a slow, downward lick. Your skin felt like static as your hairs stood on end, and your lips let go of the most pathetic sound he'd ever heard.

Truth be told, he wasn't entirely sure what work went into the female orgasm, or how he'd know if you were having one, but he didn't' suppose it mattered. He wanted to be in this position as long as you'd let him; he was honestly doing it for himself more than you, so if he couldn't get you there this way, he'd would have been just as happy being your toy in any other way until he did.

By now, his name was just a ghost on your lips, as you were no longer able to form coherent sentences. Despite this, you still tried to call out to him. "'Sopp..."

With a final sloppy kiss to your sex, his head rose to meet your gaze, only to find you staring back at his with a tear stained face. You were overall a pitiful sight. "You okay, baby?" he soothed, reaching up to rub comforting circles on your tummy.

"C-Can't take it anymore..." you whined, sniffling as emotion over took you. Usopp immediately panicked.

"Oh God, did you want me to stop?" he stammered, terrified over the possibility of you, at some point revoking consent, and him not hearing. "I'm so sorry, here let me get you a towel-"

"Usopp...?" you interupted his worrying for finding something to cover you with by reaching out to him.

"Y-Yeah?"

"I need you to fuck me." you begged, putting on your most confident voice, which in reality, was just a touch above the whining mess you were a moment earlier. "Want you to cum with me."

It took him a moment to process your request, and for the butterflies to clear out of his stomach before he wordlessly approached you. When he was close enough, he gently grabbed your hips and moved you a bit further way from the tub's edge, before sinking down to his knees. Still silent and focused, his strong hands grabbed your ankles to toss your legs over his shoulders and he lined himself up.

"I need you to tell me you really want this." he finally breathed. "I'm totally fine with stopping if this isn't what you want."

You stared up at him through glossy, wanting eyes, thinking his offer over. Though you weren't a virgin, it had been quite a while since you'd had sex, and you were a little nervous, but the aching in your abdomen told gave you your answer. You needed him. "I-I do."

Dark and cloudy eyes studied you skeptically, not fully believing that you were confident in your reply. "Are you sure?" His continuous double-checking aggravated you, as your fists balled in frustration.

"Usopp, please just fuck me already!"

Without another word, or hesitation, he spat into his palm and smoothed it against you, before slowly easing in. You hissed as he stretched you out, eagerly waiting for the agony to melt into pleasure. Usopp took notice of your discomfort almost instantly. "You okay, baby?" You quickly nodded in response, fearing that if you told him it hurt, he would retract. Unbeknownst to you however, he knew. He wasn't entirely ignorant to how sex worked, he knew it could be uncomfortable. In an effort to comfort you while you adjusted, he held perfectly still, peppering kisses all over your face and whispering sweet nothings to get you through. "Doing so good baby, it's okay. Promise I'm gonna take real good care of you."

You shuddered with eyes screwed shut, concentrating on all your senses, in an effort to quail the pain. You inhaled his natural scent, and reached up your fingers to delicately tangle into his coils, as a means of grounding yourself. Once your mind was calmer, you began to feel an emptiness that only he could fill, the agony slowly diminishing. "I-I'm ready." you whispered, lashes fluttering apart, allowing you to gaze up at him, only to find him already staring back, a loving sick glaze coating his chocolatey eyes.

Usopp held you firmly by the hips as he eased himself out, ever so slightly, and then back in fully, his pelvis flush with yours. He held you this way for a moment before repeating cautiously. From the way he treated you, had you been in the state of mind to notice, you would've thought he may have been afraid to hold you with anything but the utmost care. If not, you might break into a million pieces, like the porcelain doll that you were to him. Though he knew better, from the many times he'd seen you hold your own against an enemy whom you had no business squaring up to, in Usopp's eyes- especially now, you were dainty and fragile. No thing that was more than that could possibly be so vulnerable under his ministrations.

He studied your every breath, deciphering it as if it were an ancient rune. Was that labored breath an indicator of your discomfort, or a stifled whimper? All he could do was promise himself that you stop him, should you become uncomfortable, or that the signs would be obvious and he'd catch on quickly. He hadn't noticed it, though his intense focus, but his pace had lulled to a near stop, and you'd begun to worry that he wasn't deriving near as much enjoyment from this as you were. "Usopp...?"

"Yes, baby?" he asked sweetly, trying his best to mask his fear of you asking him to stop.

"Are you okay?" you checked, still bashful from the sensation of being full of him, even if he was deadly still.

"Yeah," he breathed back. "Guess I'm just a little nervous. I just don't want to hurt you."

Your worried expression softened into a gentle smile. "You won't," you reassured. "I can handle a lot." It took him a moment to truly understand what you meant, after which, inflammation spread across his cheeks and ears. "You don't have to be so soft, ya know?" He wordlessly acknowledged what you'd said, leaning down to peck your lips, pressing himself deeper inside you in the process. You get go of a guttural sigh, instantly tossing your head back, breaking away from his lips.

Confidence renewed, Usopp tried to replicate whatever he'd just down, pumping in and out of you at a more steady speed than before. This new sensation overwhelmed you, in the best of ways. You face tingled and your brows knitted together subconsciously as you whined for him with heavy breathing. "You like that, baby?" he huffed, also finding this new pleasure to be putting him under a spell. You nodded nonverbally, your vocal chords busy with singing your pitiful songs. "Tell me 'bout it, baby." he urged as he pace naturally progressed, almost too smoothly for either of your to notice.

"Love it, 'Sopp." you sighed. "Feels so fucking good."

Lost in the moment, he growled at your praises. "God, I love it when you say my name." he confessed, having trouble resisting the urge to pound you into the tile. "Sounds so fucking pretty."

"Usopp," you moaned, a bit more dramatically then you needed to, hoping to tease him with what little control you had. Obviously from the way his mocha orbs darkened, it was effective as his hands abandoned the dough of your hips to find yours, fingers intimately interlocking. He held you pinned to the slippery floor of the washroom as his thrusts became more impactful, maintaining the same painfully steady pace. "Faster baby, please." you sighed, desperate to feel him fully take you with all his force.

'"Not if you're gonna tease me," he chuckled breathlessly. "If you won't be good, you'll have to earn it." This humiliation was bliss as you writhed under his high self esteem, only feeding into it more. Suddenly, he halted, pausing his movements all together, creating an almost agonizing disappointment between your legs. "Show me how good you can be," he cooed. "Fuck yourself on my cock, baby girl." You mewled at his words and the chills they sent down your spine as your struggled to horizontally pleasure yourself against him, getting nearly no results. "Need some help?" he condescended, grinning down at you. You nodded shyly, tossing your head to the side to save yourself a sliver of dignity. "Just tell me you'll be good and I'll finish you off." he reassured, looming over you, while running a calloused palm down your stomach.

"P-please fuck me, Usopp." you stammered, barely audibly. "I'll be good, I promise."

"That's what I like to hear." he laughed, his free hand once again clasping yours as he went in with nearly all the speed he could muster, reducing your brain to mush. Usopp smiled lovingly down at you when he noticed your state, drool dribbling down the side of your cheek and eyes rolled back. You looked so cute like this, he wished he could take a picture. Perhaps another time.

Your body had already taken far too much damage for you to hold out much longer, and shortly after he'd begun again, you could feel particularly strong waves crashing on your shores. You yearned so badly to be able to glance up at him, and looking into his eyes when you inevitably came undone, but your ability to pry your eyes open had long since been revoked. If you had been able to see him, however, you would have reveled in the sight of him, falling apart at the seams, shallow, labored breaths falling over kiss swollen lips. His head was dipped in exhaustion, all his stamina reserved in his hips, and none left to maintain any resemblance of posture. Your name spilled out of him in the form of ghostly praises and curses as his brows knitted together as his expression came to mirror his one from earlier, submissive and needed.

"Fuck," he whined. "Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum," he chanted, as if he could will himself of come down from his impending high. He had no concept of how long the two of you had been together, but there was no way he could allow this to end yet.

Your skin felt like static as you listened to his lewd prayers, and a terrible idea popped into your head. If he wasn't going to fill you up on his own accord, you'd just have to milk it out of him. Still huffing, with barely any energy left, and with your own orgasm mere moments away, you clenched your walls around his cock, adoring the sounds he choked out as a result. "Stop it," he moaned. "You're gonna- ah damnit." he tried, only to have you repeat your actions, finally giving way to the results you wanted.

Usopp came to a pitiful end, all the confidence he'd once held for pinning you stripped away with the loveliest sting of curses you'd ever heard with your name being final bead. As his precision faltered, the sensation of his essence dripping out of you, coupled with the last few sloppy thrusts he could muster did you in, and you screamed out for him, his name echoing off the tiled walls.

Your lover collapsed against you, struggling to find his breath after achieving his first climax with a partner as he collected you in his arms, clinging to whatever plush bits of you his fingers could find. "That was...mind blowing." he admitted. "You were- just perfect."

You giggled sleepily, freeing a hand from his vice of an embrace to tangle into his hair, scratching his scalp lovingly. "Thank you. You weren't too bad yourself, for a rookie."

"Yeah well," he chuckled, his voice cracked from over use and exhaustion. "You bet your sweet ass we're gonna be doin' a lot of practicing from now on."

Note: I don't think a single fic has taken me longer to write (when I was continuously working on it). This has taken me about 8 hours across four days to complete, and I'm so proud of it! I know so many people asked for this and I was glad to oblige. Please like, reblog, and reply! I read all of your replies and reblog notes and they always absolutely make my day!