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[julissart]

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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.

[loguetowns]

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?"

[servingrobin]

8 from the established relationship prompts?

~ @carrotafterdark

Ooooh girlie I started writing these for Sanji and could not stop. - separated into SFW and NSFW

✨requests open✨

- you play with his hair a lot to destress , twirling it around a finger, brushing through it with your hands. One day you see Sanji on the deck, reeling from your latest fight, hands pulling and tearing at the strands. “It feels nice when you do it and I couldn’t find you so wanted to try myself, but I can’t get the pressure right ma Cherie.” He’s troubled and you can’t help but hug him. Over the years he continues this, twirling and pulling on his own fringe the same way you would, it’s his go to whenever he’s extremely stressed and can’t get to you

- You’re midfight with some intruder punks on the deck of the sunny, throwing punches and slashes around you. One guy gets particularly close and without thinking you spin around on one leg and kick him square across the face, sending him flying. “Stealing my moves too now mon amour?” Sanji hollers from across the deck, chuffing in amusement.

- Luffy and Nami are up late one night, working through the wine in the pantry stock whilst the kitchen’s empty. They hear the telltale whistle of the kettle on the stove and Nami pokes her head out. She blinks in shock and scoots back round to Luffy, wide eyes perturbed. Luffy squints at her and edges around the pantry door himself, letting out a loud giggle at the sight before him. Sanji is making tea, looking mighty comfortable in his boxers and your own bright pink T-shirt, the colour extra garish against Sanji’s usual tailored wardrobe.

- You have a lighter on hand at all times over the years, ready to spark a light for Sanji whenever the need arises

- the first time you call Zoro moss head when he annoys you has Sanji swooning

- Sanji learns how to braid your hair into the intricate knots you like

- Sanji takes up your skincare routine, matching your detailed step by step until he’s glowing (though let’s be real this man already had a routine)

- Automatically picks up your favourite foods first when restocking, doesn’t even think about it until Franky points out he’d asked for cola and Sanji had bought your favourite fruit fizz instead

- Your pillows mysteriously migrate to Sanji’s room one by one, and while he says this is so you’ll spend more time in there, it’s mostly just because they are ridiculously comfortable

- You start wiping down kitchen surfaces without being asked, years of Sanji’s lectures on cleanliness entrenched in your brain. It becomes a habit you don’t even think about and starts to spread to other rooms too.

NSFW

- Sanji starts to bite his lip exactly the same way you do when your sucking his cock, eyebrows scrunching just like yours would when he has his tongue buried deep inside you

- You gain a weird enjoyment out of your earlobe being sucked - something that was previously unique to Sanji. It’s like your brain has connected how much Sanji loves it to pleasure and suddenly the sensation is much more intense.

- Years of being called a good girl embeds itself in your brain and one night “that’s it Sanji, my good boy.” Comes out without really thinking, his cock buried inside you as you rutted your hips down on him. Sanji let’s put a yelp at the name and cums almost instantly, turning bashful as soon as he can breathe again

- You were quite a sassy little thing and Sanji loved it, from the very beginning he was a bit of a beggar when it came to sex - “please let me see your glorious pussy my love……oh good girl sit on my cock just like that….please mom amour move for me…. Let me hear how good I make you feel my darling” - while you were a less verbal lover. So imagine his surprise when the filthiest things started coming out your mouth, praise and begging and compliments of the dirtiest variety. It is by far the favourite thing you’ve picked up from him

[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

[sanjisblackasswife]

Hey, may I please have Sanji, Zoro, and Law react to an S/O who usually walls around in an oversized t-shirt but like never wears pants? (Sfw and nsfw please)

A/N: Of course :) tysm for requesting!:) enjoy!

One Piece Men Seeing You Wearing Only Big Shirts (SFW & NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, & Law

CW: Gropping, Oral Sex, Fingering, Panty Stealing , Mutual Masturbation, Mentions of Sex, …and sex

Sanji

SFW

He finds it so hot lmao

He thinks it’s very cute too he really wants to hug you so badly Everytime he sees you walking around the ship in a big top whether it’s your pajamas or it’s your outerwear.

He did however spaz tf out when he found out you don’t like wearing pants

When you both decided to just share the same room he moved his clothes into your closet and didn’t see any jeans

“Y-N-chaaaan, where are your pants?”

“I don’t own any.”

Flipped him tf out you were so confused KEJSSHDJSJ

He loves seeing your legs so he really had no complaints

He loves how you manage to style the huge shirts when you guys go out

NSFW

You look so sexy to him when you fight

He’s bought you so many shirts that were oversized, but short JUST enough to where when you reach up or bend down he gets a beautiful view of your panties

You’ve noticed this so when you both are alone you started walking around him with no panties

“Y/N!” It was so cute seeing his heart eyes pop out viewing your cute cunt in his face from across the kitchen bending over the sink, but quickly shaking his head to hold your waist tightly as the stupid Marimo walked in.

“GET OUT, SHITTY SWORDSMAN!” His body was pretty much on top of your back as you were still bent over being shielded from any exposure. You smirked feeling his hard on rub against your clit ever so slightly.

“Stupid ass cook…” Zoro grumbled walking out. The second he was out of sight you turned to face him and crash your lips on to his, you grabbed his middle and ring finger and guided it to your damp slit rubbing it in sloppy circles.

You giggled looking up at him with big doe like eyes bitting your lip in excitement.Sanji started to nearly pant feeling how warm you felt, mouth gaped, before you pulled his fingers back out to suck and roll your tongue on them.

“Sanji….” You breathed out a moan popping his fingers out of your mouth. “You want me to help you with that?” You looked down at his visible hard on and palmed it gaining a broken hiss from the blonde.

It wasn’t too long of teasing until Sanji got on his knees and did more than just use his fingers in between your legs.

Zoro

SFW

He thinks you should just walk around shirtless like him lmao

He gives you the shirts he doesn’t wear anymore so you can sleep in

He thinks it’s odd you own NO pants, but doesn’t care too much to ask why

He really likes knowing that under that big shirt is a body of a goddess.

Sometimes when he is behind you he pulls your shirt back to see your true curves and embarrass you

NSFW

Zoro loves the free access he has with you only wearing shirts

He’s a got dang horny menace and he’ll constantly deny it afterwards

You were walking around to find a seat beside your boyfriend as everybody was by the camp fire but he grabbed your hand to sit on his lap under the blanket your brought.

Everybody was laughing and talking until you felt a calloused hand under your shirt rubbing your inner thigh

“You’re not wearing panties like I told you right?” He turned his head to whisper in your ear making sure nobody can read his lips. You clear your throat at his tone, he sounded almost as if he was threatening you and you nod. He grins at you giving you a small peck on the cheek and continue to drink his sake.

You kept talking and laughing with Nami until you felt his thick finger tips rub your labia against your clit. You had to quickly cough away the moan that almost came out of your mouth mid sentence.

“You okay?” Nami smiled grabbing another drink.

“Mmhm!” You complain about it but you really liked when Zoro did this kind of teasing to you. It was almost like a subconscious game you both played when around people and teased each other until one cracked. You won last time; rubbing his cock through his pants one night at dinner , but now it was his turn for revenge.

The blanket he made you bring was thick enough to not see the rough movement of his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt, but it was your job to make sure Luffy or Franky, who are sitting near you hears the noises your body is making.

Zoro had the best poker face, with one hand with sake and the other in your clenching pussy.

He was determined to win, by having you moan at least once in front of the crew.

Law

SFW

You stress him out lmao

He wants you to wear the uniform and you only do if you have to

Which isn’t a lot

“Y/N, go put on your uniform.”

“Am I working in the broiler room today?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

He literally cannot with how you feel so comfortable not wearing PANTS

So he made you wear spandex shorts under your clothing when you are on the ship.

He does give you credit for being so stylish with it though

He will also admit he does enjoy watching you prance around with his shirts and seeing your thighs jiggle a bit when you move under the fabric.

NSFW

Law actually was shocked to see your body shape for the first time when you pulled back your shirt to show him

Your thighs looked absolutely amazing to him

He goes absolutely bananas when you wear thigh high socks

He tries to play it off but he sucks

You say he has a fetish with your thighs and socks and you nearly loss your head because of it

You did also notice your panties missing—-moreso your thongs. So naturally you went and reported the problem to your boyfriend aka the captain.

“I need my thongs, Law.” You sat on his desk beside him, he wasn’t looking at you with his head deep in paper work, but you could see from under his hat he was smirking. “Stop taking my undies!”

“They’re hardly undies.” He shot back. “Besides they’re inappropriate.”

“THEY’RE MY PANTIES?!”

“You barely wear the spandex I got you and I almost seen them the other day when you were reaching for your knives. It’s inappropriate.”

“…so what did you do with em? Some of them were used. Did you sniff em? Hmm?”

Law groaned in disgust of course he wasn’t going admit that

“Well what am I supposed to do now that I have no panties.” You said in a playful tone opening your legs and moving his papers behind you. You scooted over and placed your feet on the arm rest of his chair to expose your wet cunt in front of him since you may or may not have prepped yourself for him before you came into his office.

Law looked at the beautiful scene before him and licked his lips. All you were wearing was his shirt and those damned socks.

“You know we can take a break and I can give you a reason to give me back my panties.” You teased your fingers over your clit humming softly. Law started to rub his chin not breaking eye contact of your cunt. He really wanted to shut you up by pushing you on your back and fucking your stupid but he actually enjoyed the show feeling his pants get tight he adjusted himself in his seat.

“Rub it faster.”

“Ah ah where are my panties.”

He poked his cheek with his tongue and pulled you closer bending a little to hover his lips over your sensitive pussy. You arched your back at the hot feeling of his breath.

“You really wanna piss me off right now?” He smirked up at you giving your slit a long lick and kiss. “Hm?”

“Ah…no sir….” You moaned unbuttoning your his shirt and rubbing one of your breast.

“Fuck…Seems Like you enjoy not wearing any panties huh?” He unzipped his pants pulling out his pretty tanned cock standing tall and twitching between your thighs.

“Well if it gets me fucked..then yeah…” you clicked your tongue before grabbing his black collar and pulling him to kiss you and he tugged on your nipples to have you gasp and slide his tongue in your mouth.

“Rub your clit for me again, baby.” He huffed. You completely forgot that you wanted to keep teasing him and did as told but this time faster. He stood back watch and stroking his cock for a little bit before sliding inside you making your both moan.

You didn’t give him a good reason to give you back your panties, but he gave you more of a reason to wear big shirts.

[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.

[sanjisboyfie]

๑ keep safe : his hand on his ankle (12)

one piece x male reader

i think we're like fire and water. 

i think we're like the wind and sea.

you're burnin' up

and i'm coolin' down 

『 prev 』

“oi, pervy cook, stop harassing women!” [name] shouted from across the market stalls, “look this guy has a good deal, give me the bag of beri nami gave you!!”

sanji’s eyebrow quirked up in annoyance, new angry tick marks spawning all over his forehead as well. due to [name]’s shouts, the two beautiful women in front of him ran off.

he didn’t pick up on the fact they just ran away from sanji as a person, not because of [name].

grumbling under his breath about skewering [name] alive, he walked over to the stall and looked at their selection of ingredients. pretty quickly, sanji got over his anger and began bargaining with the sales rep.

[name] looked around as sanji took care of collecting all the ingredients, sighing as he felt himself grow immensely hot at the island’s weather. he had already stripped off his shirt, now donning a pair of knee length shorts while his torso was exposed.

he should get some more breathable clothing soon because the looks the townspeople were giving him were obviously laced with disapproval.

“i really can’t take you anywhere, your manners are nonexistent,” sanji said, backtracking to how [name] yelled earlier.

“they weren’t gonna get with you anyway,” [name] teased, throwing an arm around sanji’s shoulder. sanji easily shrugged the heavy limb off, scowling as [name] got too up close and personal.

the two continued on shopping and as soon as things began piling up, [name] looked around in wonder, “where’s chopper?” he asked, mentally hoping that the chef kept an eye on their newest crewmate.

“ah, i thought he was with you?” sanji said mindlessly, browsing through more selections of clothing for nami and vivi.

“hm, he probably is fine- hey! sanji, don’t buy those clothes, that’s not appropriate attire for the desert, idiot,” [name] said, slapping sanji in the head to rid him of his sudden heart eyes.

the blonde was looking at a beautiful piece of clothing that was definitely not actually made for the desert heat. “get them something more…not flashy,”

“flashy is the best!” sanji cried out, making [name] slap him on the head once more.

“idiot!”

[name] took care of buying actual clothing for the women, and the men — since sanji definitely wouldn’t care about them enough to spend beri on them, and made sure he snagged the whole bag of beri away from sanji. he didn’t need the chef wasting any more money on useless things.

after what felt like hours of shopping, the two rejoined with their group that was in hiding.

“huh? where’s chopper?” nami asked, noticing their missing reindeer.

“well, we don’t know, but!!! before you hit me, he’ll be able to find us with that strong nose of his, if anything we just lost him in the crowd,” [name] said, not really putting nami at ease, but it did stop her from hitting him on the head.

sanji quickly threw food at zoro and usopp, who jumped at it to ravenously eat it since they were starving. then he politely handed the share to vivi and nami. lastly, he didn’t even think twice in throwing a skewer at [name] — who easily swallowed it in one second.

“at least savor it, [name],” vivi said, worried as she saw [name] spit out the wooden stick that went through the meat skewer without a care in the world.

“i did savor it, your country’s food is yummy, vivi,” [name] approved, a thumbs up given to the princess who could only hum in delight.

“and, nami-san and vivi-chan, please put on the gowns i bought you!” sanji said, once again love struck as he spun his way over to nami and vivi. at that cue, [name] rummaged through their newly bought goods and brought the actual clothes out.

he laid them out to zoro and usopp first, the two nodding quickly in thanks before going back to devouring their share of meat. and then he walked over to nami and vivi, giving them an apologetic smile.

“here's some more clothes if you want to change into this instead,” vivi didn’t seem to hesitate in grabbing the cloths. she saved him a thankful look, patting him on the head as well. nami kept sanji’s choice of clothing, telling [name] to put the other robes into the bag for safe keeping in case.

everyone changed into their new outfits, [name] gagging as he felt it become even more suffocating with the layers he put on. the moment he emerged from behind the wall where he was changing, they all stopped and stared at him.

“does it really look that bad? because i feel like shit right now,” he said, not thinking much of their stares.

and there was nothing to make of it anyway as they all erupted with their own comments.

“yeah, you fit the part of a bandit,” sanji insulted, taking a drag of his cigarette.

”don’t have such a pathetic look on your face, [name], it makes you seriously look miserable,” nami advised, sweatdropping as [name] dropped in front of them in exhaustion from the heat.

“you’re gonna eat shit in the desert, aren’t you?! haha!!” zoro laughed at [name]’s personal hell.

“come on, [name], get serious! you need to be in tip-top shape in order to protect us, this isn’t a joke!!!” usopp cried, shaking [name] back and forth by his collar.

meanwhile, [name] was slumped over right next to chopper as they were both suffering immensely from the heat.

“[name], are you going to be alright? you look really, really…” vivi trailed off, seeing the sweat that was practically soaking into [name]’s headpiece. “hot.”

“i’m terrible with hot weather! first we go to drum island, as fucking cold as it was, then we end up in the middle of the desert! i might as well jump into a boiling tub of hot water!” [name] shouted, kicking into the sand in frustration, “i can’t deal with this!”

“you’re awfully affected by the weather, just make sure you pack some water,” nami huffed, shrugging her shoulders, “or take off a couple of layers.”

[name] easily did as told, eager to get the suffocating clothes off of his person. he kept the headpiece on, tying the arms of the robe around his waist to leave his torso bare. he threw the sword over his person to rest on his back, breathing a sigh of relief.

with his muscular back and torso exposed, nami eyed him in interest. something had caught her eye on [name]’s back and she stopped him from moving around when she finally made out what it was.

”you have a tattoo, [name]?”

[name] turned around to look at his back, grinning when he saw the ink that permanently was etched into his skin.

“yeah, you like?”

it was a big tattoo, honestly. the crew was surprised they’d never seen it before. a pair of wings were running the expanse of [name]’s wide shoulders, going on until the ending tips of the wings were a little bit exposed to his deltoids.

“what’s it mean?” nami asked, gently trailing a finger over [name]’s inked skin, flinching back when she felt that the skin was slightly raised as well, “wait…what’s this?”

her hand flattened against [name]’s back, making sanji seethe where he stood, to get a better feel. [name] sighed in content feeling her cool palm cool him down, but then perked up at her actual question.

“what?”

“it’s like, you’ve got a map…of scars,” she breathed out, eyes widening in realization. just as she said, there were linear scars that were trailing over [name]’s back. she looked down and realized that they continued on until his hip, which was as far as her eye could see.

she abruptly turned him around, shock gracing her features as she saw that [name] was thoroughly scarred all over. the lines of his raised marks were very, very thin, and small. very precise work, it looked like.

but no doubt, it was there.

“how have we never seen?”

“well, they’re small, so it only really noticeable when you’re up close,”

in intrigue, usopp leaned in closer and was shocked to see that there really were marks all over [name]’s torso, “woah, they kind of look badass, how far do they go?”

“from my face, all the way down to my feet,” [name] said, shooting a look to chopper, as if a warning to not say anything. the reindeer dropped his head and obediently stayed quiet.

before nami could ask any more questions regarding the scarring, vivi abruptly asked about the tattoo on his back.

“so what is the significance of the tattoo?” she asked, feeling a sense of pressure put on [name] to explain the scarring that even made her uncomfortable. the marks themselves weren’t making her uncomfortable, but rather the incessant questions that [name] may not have wanted to answer.

nami and usopp probably didn’t mean for it to come off as invasive, but either way that was what it felt like, to vivi at least.

“to make me fly!” [name] childishly grinned. his smile was purely innocent, as if he truly believed he could. it was a smile that could easily mirror that of their captain. he looked so carefree as he referenced the large tattoo. and it was easy to miss the longing look in his eyes as he smiled, but a certain few picked up on it.

vivi smiled sadly at [name], sensing there was a deeper meaning to it than just that, but she left it alone. as did everyone else on the crew.

“sounds stupid, humans can’t fly idiot,” everyone besides zoro, as he was always eager to rile up [name]. and it worked as he knocked the swordsman on the head.

“but are you sure you want to walk around like that, [name]? the sun might get to you even more with your skin exposed,” vivi said worriedly, but [name] shot them down instantly.

“i’ll be fine,” [name] said, waving off the worries. “if anything, i’ll put the clothes back on if its really getting too much,”

“put them back on now, no one wants to see it,” sanji and zoro said in a monotonous voice, making another fight between the three of them break out. nami and usopp could only sigh at their antics, chopper watched on in admiration, and vivi couldn’t help but feel secure.

she had such strong people on her side.

well, she still had to ask them to assist her…she swallowed the lump in her throat, looking up with a fierce glint in her eyes.

“everyone, please, i want to save this country. and the journey is going to be treacherous, especially across the desert, there’s no saying what will happen. but, please!! if you could lend me your help, please!”

it was silent for a couple of seconds. nami was the one to break it with her mischievous giggle, “you finally said it! we were waiting for you, of course we’ll help you!”

[name] grinned along with her, throwing an arm around vivi’s shoulder, “you remember my promise, don’t you?” he asked, mindlessly leaning into her. she felt flustered at the close contact with the half naked [name] that her ears and cheeks started burning almost instantly.

sanji took care of her “problem” by kicking [name] down on the head. and with his foot still resting on top of [name]’s head, he grinned at vivi, trying to look charming, “of course, we will help you, vivi-chan! anything to help you my beautiful princess.”

“pervy cook,” [name] said in a strained voice in unison with zoro’s bored one.

“we gotta go through yuba first, right?” usopp checked, earning a hum of confirmation from [name] and nami.

chopper, despite feeling the heat most sensitively, was more than excited to see the vast desert.

everyone raised their marked arms into the air, ready to set themselves out for adventure. but then they all faltered as they realized they were missing someone…their captain.

“where the fuck is that idiot?!”

the only resolution they had to their missing captain issue was searching in the nearest town.

“i’m gonna go check the restaurant,” [name] said, his head held down. just as he was about to walk off, nami grabbed ahold of his ear.

“only to look for luffy!!! do not, i repeat do not!!!, go in there to eat for your own appetite. we have a whole country to save, [name]! don’t even think about getting distracted now!”

“i won’t, now let me go!” [name] whined, running in his spot as nami had a hold on his ear. when she finally let go, he mimicked a rocket taking off with how fast he made a beeline to the restaurant up ahead.

‘coffee!! meat!!! sorry, nami!!!’ he thought in his head as he ran into the restaurant. not waiting a second, he took a seat at the bar’s counter and got ready to be served.

“cup of coffee and three plates of meat, please!” [name] said, grinning from ear to ear at eating a proper meal. he had only eaten that one skewer sanji had secured for him, that piss blonde didn’t pity [name]’s endless stomach one bit!

“[name], we gotta stop meeting like this, it’s feeling a little bizarre,” a voice said from next to him.

[name] turned his head to the side, tears coming into his eyes as he recognized that grin from anywhere, “ace!!!”

he jumped out of his seat, completely tackling ace out from his seat. this landed them both on the floor. he peppered kisses all over ace’s face, whose cheeks dusted pink very quickly at the action, “my ace!!!”

“alright, alright, i get it,” ace said, holding onto [name]’s shoulders to push him back a little from his suffocating attitude. “i missed you too,”

[name] broke free from ace’s grip on his shoulder, leaning back down to press his forehead against ace’s, nudging the freckled nose with his own. even if he was already burning up from the climate outside, he couldn’t help but press himself further into ace’s warm chest.

“we saw each other a couple months ago, [name], get ahold of yourself!” ace said, tired of fighting against [name]’s need to be pressed against him. [name] was stubborn and didn’t let up his pushing at all.

“come on, ace, i never knew when i’d see you again!” [name] said, nuzzling into ace’s neck, a devious grin on his face, “i can be selfish on the affections,”

“i think you were plenty selfish last time we saw each other,” ace mumbled with red dusting his face.

the two got up, or rather, ace sat up and since [name] had all of his limbs wrapped around ace, he too came up with him. ace sat back down on the barstool, [name] sitting on his lap.

it was definitely a sight to see for everyone in the restaurant. [name] wasn’t some small guy, he was tall and imposing with his strong build. to see him so childishly (trying to) fit himself onto ace’s lap, who was significantly smaller than him, made the customers blink a couple of times to make sure they were seeing right.

”i can’t eat with you on me like this!”

“hm, i’ll just feed you,”

ace looked at him in annoyance, “that’s not my point, idiot,”

rolling his eyes, [name] propped himself up on the bar counter, off the side of ace so that the man could eat his food perfectly fine. [name] kept his legs resting in between ace’s, squeezing every now and then around ace’s thigh to keep the skinship.

“you’re oddly clingy,” ace grumbled, not flinching backwards when [name] pressed their faces close to one another again, “you act too young, man up a little,”

“i think we both know you wouldn’t prefer the cold shoulder, though,” [name] smirked, referencing the last time the duo had seen each other, “weren’t you the one who almost started crying when-”

ace shoved a spoonful of rice into [name]’s mouth, “shut up.”

[name] happily ate the food and grinned in utmost pleasure, “say, ace, join luffy’s crew!”

“no.”

“you always were so heartless,” [name] sighed.

“i think it’s obvious why i can’t join,” ace said, scarfing down more food. one of his hands wrapped around [name]’s ankle, the one that wasn’t in between his legs, and he squeezed it gently.

[name] looked up at the action, ace’s firm and warm grip around his foot knocking him out of his daydream. he was greeted by a smirk from the freckled man, “why don’t you join the whitebeard pirates? they’re more in your league anyway,”

“nope,” [name] grinned, putting his fingers in front of his face to form an ‘x’ shape.

“see, that’s what i thought,” ace said, rubbing his thumb up and down [name]’s ankle as he spoke. neither of them paid the action no mind. ace did it to reassure himself [name] was really in front of him and [name] always welcomed skinship with ace, so he definitely didn’t mind.

“well-”

then ace’s grip on his ankle became loose and a loud slamming onto the table made everyone in the restaurant look their way.

“he died mid-chew!?” they cried out, looking at the ravenette who collapsed.

[name] sighed, taking ace’s hat off and placing it on his own head. he buried his hand in ace’s hair, happily taking more food off of his plate and eating to his heart’s content.

“he doesn’t even care!!!”

“eh? he’s not dead,” [name] simply said, looking at the crowd as if they were crazy, “how’d you guys come up with that conclusion?”

“he obviously looks dead, don’t play dumb!” the crowd shouted in unison once more.

suddenly, ace shot up again, looking dazed. wordlessly, he snatched his plate back up from [name] and continued eating.

“he didn’t die?!”

“i told you he didn’t!”

“ah, [name], my hat looks good on you,” ace said cheerfully, a stunning smile on his face.

“ew, ace, you’ve got food in your mouth still,” [name] grimaced, “also around your entire face, hold on,”

[name] grabbed a stray napkin and wiped ace’s face clean, the man presenting himself prettily to [name]. that made him laugh, gently tap his cheek at his obvious posing, and ruffle his hair.

“all clean.”

“you’re so reliable [name], that’s why you should join old man’s crew,” ace said, once again slipping an invitation into the conversation.

“nope!”

ace’s warm hand went back to resting on [name]’s ankle, continuing to finish plate after plate.

”you two are bold to be eating out in the open like that,” a voice said behind ace, making [name] look up in interest.

he saw a man with two thick cigars resting on the corner of his mouth, eye twitching at the sight. the man continued on, “second division commander of the whitebeard pirates, portgas d. ace.” his eyes then trailed onto [name], looking even more angered, “and you, cursed orphan [name]. are you aware that your bounty had shot up?”

[name] sweatdropped, “but i didn’t even do anything,” he said in exasperation, nudging ace, “these guys hate me for no reason, i swear,” this made the freckled man burst out laughing.

“you’re a wanted man, a bounty of 250,000,000 million,” the man announced, making [name] pout, “that’s not even much higher,” and that was enough to send the entire place into an uproar.

“whitebeard pirates?! over 200 million bounty?!” they all shouted in fear and realization. these two men that were casually cuddling up with each other in the middle of the restaurant were fearless, deadly, and intimidating pirates.

“what are you two low lives doing in this country in the first place?”

as ace turned around, [name] leaned his entire body against ace’s, resting his chin on his shoulder. the two grinned devilishly, and the occupants in the restaurant genuinely did fear for their lives. the two answered easily, “i’m looking for my little brother / i’m here to kick some warlord’s ass,”

the marine, [name] assumed, flinched at their confessions, averting his eyes to [name], “you, what did you just say?”

[name] grinned proudly, twirling the ends of ace’s hair with his finger, “i’m gonna beat up some asshole,” he grinned, enjoying the confused look on the marine’s face and laughing in delight.

tension in the room seemed to only fill, almost at its brim.

“so? what do you want from me?” ace asked, biting back laughter as he felt [name] attach to his back as if he were a backpack. if [name] wasn’t sitting on the bar counter, ace would have had to uphold all the weight of him on his back. his legs were wrapped around his torso and his arms were lazily thrown over ace’s front.

[name]’s chin was resting on ace’s head, the orange hat still on top of his h/c hair.

the two looked so casual and comfortable, not to mention smug, for smoker’s liking.

“to capture the both of you quietly,”

“nope, i think i’ll pass. how about you, [name]?”

“i just said i have important business, marine man, i got places to be so no can do!”

“well, i figured,” he sighed, a puff of smoke trailing out of his mouth, “i’m busy trying to find another pirate at the moment. to be honest i have no interest in taking either of you in,”

[name] gave a thumbs up, “great, so leave us alone!”

”can’t,” the marine said in a strained voice, “so long as you’re a pirate and i’m a marine, i can’t let either of you out of my sights,” smoke began to erupt at a much faster pace, this time coming from his fist and [name] already knew that the man in front of him had some sort of devil fruit power.

“that sounded too much like a confession,” [name] hummed in disinterest, leaning into ace’s back even further.

“that’s a pretty bland reason,” ace said, hands turning into clenched fists, “don’t go threatening us, either. you should know - i like showing off in front of [name], so i won’t go easy on you,” ace leaned back a little, raising an eyebrow as he felt nothing but completely relaxed, “so let’s have some fun!”

[name] squinted, seeing past smoker and sensing something very, very, very rapidly approaching. unfortunately, his innate abilities weren’t even fast enough to dodge, so he only took a tight hold on ace, acting as the man’s human shield and braced for impact.

in a second, the front door of the restaurant welcomed a crashing figure — who was shouting about food. ace and smoker were knocked off of their feet, [name] as ace’s backpack, as the mystery person crashed into both of them.

[name] felt several walls break down behind him from the impact, making him grit his teeth in annoyance. he’d kill luffy for sure! moving the rubble surrounding them aside, [name] sat upright with a frown on his face.

“you alright, ace?”

“yeah, just pissed off, who the hell is causing all that trouble?”

”i think we both know the answer…” [name]’s voice trailed off as he stood up and began walking through the many holes his captain caused inside people’s homes and establishments.

as he walked ahead, he could only think of so many ways to make luffy understand he was dead meat.

as [name] and ace came to the restaurant, ace’s eyes widening as he realized who it was, they were about to rush forward, but were slapped down to the ground by the marine that was pestering them earlier.

“you’re fucking with me right now,” [name] cursed into the bricks he got a face full of, feeling nothing but annoyance seep into his bones. “i’ll kill the both of you bastards!”

“straw hat!!!” the marine called out, rushing forward and chasing luffy out of the restaurant.

in a second, luffy was running out of the place, followed by smoker, who was then followed by [name] and ace.

“wait, luffy! it’s me!!! wait up, luffy!!!” ace desperately shouted, running after luffy’s fast figure.

”luffy, come back here so i can kill your dumbass! i’ll send you flying!”

the chase happened for much longer than it needed, but eventually [name] caught up to his captain. and the first thing he did was sucker punch him. ace disconnected from him to stop smoker, who was very close to actually catching luffy.

when luffy finally got up from being punched, he looked up at the scene in wonder.

“ace?!”

“that’s what we’ve been trying to tell you, idiot, idiot, idiot!!” [name] said, knocking some more sense into his captain, “we’ve been running after you like mad men, don’t you have ears to listen!?”

“[name], i was running from that guy there, give me a break!” luffy whined, holding onto his head in fear of getting hit once more.

“luffy, you really never change, do you?” ace asked, smirking at the sight of his little brother and the crew he acquired.

“ace, did you eat a devil fruit?! you have powers now?!” luffy asked in astonishment.

“yep, the mera-mera no mi,” ace easily answered, the smirk on his face not going away for even a second as he stared at the marines ahead, “anyways, we can’t chat like this! i’ll catch up! you guys run!”

that was enough for [name], as he still wanted to knock some sense into luffy, who dragged their captain by his ear and ran off.

”aren’t you a bit too ready to run away from a fight?!” usopp shouted, never seeing [name] so eager to get away.

“come on, don’t fall behind now!!” [name] shouted, smirking at the still crew, “ace’s got it all handled, let’s run now!!!”

“is he an acquaintance of yours, luffy?! [name]?!”

luffy laughed happily, looking back at his crew with that notoriously troublesome smile, “yeah!! he’s my brother!”

the crew would’ve stopped running in shock, but seeing as the marines were hot on their tail they had no other option but to continue rushing forward. the looks on their faces said it all though.

they thought that learning [name] and luffy grew up on the same island was shocking, it still was, honestly but just now finding out luffy had a brother? and the fact luffy and [name] were so casual on the fact, made their faces freeze in shock.

what else was their captain hiding?

[ miniature : BONUS ]

“why are you protecting those two, fire fist?” smoker snarled, watching as the entire strawhat crew got away from him.

“it’s normal for an older brother to worry about his bungling little brother,” ace smirked, the heat that was dancing on his skin becoming flames.

”your brother-? then you mean to say…” smoker’s voice trailed off, but before he could delve too deep into the new information, he demanded ace move once more.

“i’m afraid that’s a no can do,” ace said, the flames growing stronger with each passing second, “i did warn you though, i said i like to show off in front of [name]. so you understand where i’m coming from even more, right?”

“hardly,” smoker grunted, still not understanding how ace was related to both [name] and luffy.

“come on, you wouldn’t wanna put in some extra effort in impressing your lover?”

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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.

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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!

[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.

-----

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."

-----

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!

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The filler brought us some new crisp outfits (✨ᴗ✨)

You all know what that means

Nami - sorry love, it looks comfortable but basic and everyone else in on A game tonight. Tho the hair looks really nice. 6/10

Sanji - i kid you not once i was this close of making a post of Sanji wearing the printed tie shirt but i thought 'nah, too simple and silly, even for One Piece' Man i was wrong. The shirt is horrible, as he acustomes, BUT the detail of the twirl on the pockets of the jeans got me. 8/10

Chopper - simple but effective. The accesories make it better. 8/10

Luffy - the patter is a nice addition! But honeslty, the straw hats jolly roger sewn on the shirt? He saw Law and decided he wanted that too. Iconic 9/10

Brook - is he totally unable to wear something normal? Yes he is. The pink pants are iconic, he has a summer body, and i have nothing negative to say about the cotton candy afro. Kudos, you totally insane bastard. 10/10

Robin - i really really liked the sporty look. The top is actually really pretty and with the headband and sunglasses she looks great. Also this not an usual look for her but it really suits her. 9/10

Usopp - faultless as usual. Arguebly the most consistantly cool dressed Straw Hat . The one shoulder overall is a nice touch. 9/10

Franky - now we are talking business. Incredible. I think that the prettiest shirt he has ever worn and he accesorised perfectly. Headband, belt, he even seems to have built shoulder and shoulder pads? Its a solid look. He really thought this one through. 12/10

Zoro - virtually speechless. Its a matching ensable with sword patterns and little see through cut outs. Seems like someone bought Zoro clothes from Armani or some shit. Im only human, i cant do anything else but to give him 12/10

Bonus Boa - once she had actual clothes on she looked breathtaking. Cape, belt, jolly roger? check, check and check. Also a darker palette works really well for her 8/10

Here is a better look at all the Straw Hat's outfits with more details!