#sub Usopp

[tobreed-ornottobreed]

Discreet

Me and the 4 other Usopp fuckers go wild! This is 100% not proof read or well written - this was fully whatever came into my brain onto tumblr, I just needed something with Usopp/M!reader. This was written with me as the target demographic.

Fully inspired by Hurling Downs 🐉 Anon thirst. I hope you like this.

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I can’t believe I made a part two for this..

A little less Discreet

Warnings! A little Sanji/Usopp/Reader at the end. Ftm Usopp (Usopp has a pussy). Male reader (not really mentioned?). Oral (Reader giving). Voyeurism? Exhibitionism. Crying. Nothing dark or too weird, Usopp and Reader are in an established relationship.

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“Wait-!”

A hand latched onto a clump of your hair, pushing and pulling your head with erratic indecisiveness.

Usopp cried out, lips quivering, unable to decide wether he wanted your face closer or away from his aching cunt.

A choked noise left him when he finally pressed your face fully into his dripping pussy, the usual moans and shrieks he let out were quiet and restrained, and you could see his worried eyes flicker toward the unlocked door.

That wouldn’t do.

It had been weeks since you had any alone time together, an onslaught of sea beast attacks and pirate gangs that left no room for you and Usopp to have any alone time.

And finally! Finally, you had caught him alone, tinkering with Nami’s clima-tact so blissfully unaware and exhausted.

You had planned on just a few innocent, fluffy touches, kissing him gently against the nape of his neck, getting him ready for a night in your shared cabin - but, a few whining noises and a shuddering plea led to you shoving the straps of his dungarees from his shoulders and settling yourself beneath his cluttered workbench.

The flat of your tongue laved over his clit, the tip circling under his hood - he yelped and slammed a hand against his mouth, the one in your hair tightening as he tried to control himself.

“Hey!” You laughed breathily, goosebumps rising against his brown skin, already coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

You kissed the inside of his thigh, relishing in the beautiful display, the way his thighs parted subconsciously, allowing you to indulge further and the way tears were already welling up in his eyes.

He tasted earthy and sweet, something so him. And you showed your appreciation with a throaty groan, the lower half of your jaw already drenched in his slick and your own saliva.

“Wait! I need to- ugn.. Mn! I need to finish this f’r-for Nami!”

You pitied him, pulling your tongue from its attack against his pretty pink hole - letting it hang lewdly from your lips as you gave him a heated, half lidded look.

“I’m not stopping you Usopp. You’re the master craftsman, I’m sure my little distraction won’t be enough to stop the Great,”

Your tongue returned to his clit slowly, eyes locked with his as you gave it a much too gentle kitten lick. His breath caught in his throat, hips stuttering forward to chase his pleasure.

“Captain,”

Your tongue swirled beneath the hood, suddenly pressing harder against the bundle of nerves, just to listen to him gasp. His body doubled over, hands balling into fists - pulling your hair tighter, using the strands as leverage to pathetically fuck your face.

“Usopp.”

Usopp had worried when you first became official that he was not what you wanted, his self doubt doubling tenfold. He was worried you wanted someone stronger, like Zoro, or skilled, like Sanji. Even someone more optimistic, like Luffy!

But fuck, in this moment, with his glistening pussy on display, rivulets of sweat running down his scarred chest and an already fucked out expression on his face. He put even Boa Hancock to shame.

He nodded, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes - tips of his ears and long nose turning red with his blush. He leant forward, relieving your scalp of his tight grip, shaking hands picking up the delicate metals of Nami’s weapon.

Your mouth returned to its rightful place against his cunt, licking and sucking like a man starved. Each time he cursed or a spring fell from the work top you nipped at his most sensitive areas, his clit and the edges of his drenched lips, your teeth dragging from to top of his cunt to press against the gushing hole of his entrance - he was practically sobbing by the time he had screwed one nut in place.

Your cock strained against your pants, just aching to be nestled within him again but you withheld - this was for his pleasure, a calm sea in the New World was rare and was sure to allow you both enough time to get reacquainted with one another.

His hips bucked against your chin impatiently, pulling you from your thoughts - his teary eyes pleading with you, a line of drool connecting him to his arm, where he had been stifling his moans, his pretty plump lips opening, presumably to beg for you to return to your feast.

Your tongue dipped inside again, hoping to oblige your pretty partner, lapping at his inner walls before freezing.

“Usopp! Dinners ready, didn’t you hear me calling?”

Sanji knocked on the workshop door, luckily thick enough to muffle the sounds of panic and pleasure as Usopp writhed, still skewered on your tongue.

“I-in a second Sanji! I’m.. ngh.. oh- I’m finishing this last thing on Nami’s climax..- CLIMA-TACT!”

You muffled a laugh within Usopp’s folds, puffy lips swallowing sounds of amusement and amplifying Usopps panicked moans and whispers of disapproval.

“Uh huh, right. You can do that after you eat. I need to keep an eye on Luffy, I’ll just stick the plate on your work bench.”

Usopps walls tightened around your tongue, eyes cloudy with humiliated tears - his hands trying to push your face away to no avail, much too weak to even move you an inch.

They tangled in your hair, instead, as you wiggled the slimy muscle, pressing into the spongy nerves that made up his favourite spot.

“Stop.. oh god I can’t..”

The handle to the door creaked, smoke from Sanjis daily cigarette billowing into the room.

It must’ve been a sight to behold from Sanjis point of view - one you are sure could never be replicated by artist or photographer.

Usopp’s curly hair unravelled and frizzing with sweat and the humid temperature of the room, his dungarees pulled bellow his knees - flushed face and sniffling nose, humiliated gaze drawn to Sanjis confused one.

His nipples were hard and the muscles in his lithe stomach jumped, wet pussy between his legs coating his stool, the dungarees and your face in his juices.

And as the last topping on, arguably, your favourite session with Usopp, was his cunt clenching hard around your tongue - his hips thrusting themselves forward as he cried out, pleasure erupting from him in a stream of his release. You watched as his head fell backward, eyes crossed - the muscles in his legs jumping erratically as he came in gushes of slick.

Sanji stepped back in shock, watching his crew mates in such an intimate position.. not to mention the way Usopp was still crying and begging. Looking Sanji in the eye with a panicked explanation that this was “not what it looks like!” Even as his cunt still creamed and his muscles kept spasming.

Sanji’s black jeans were tight around his crotch, the lies spilling from Usopps swollen lips just adding to the erotic sight before him.

You grinned, back and neck aching slight as you squeezed out from under the workbench, a hand carding through Usopps curly hair to calm his frantic ‘explanation’.

“I think Luffy will be fine for a few minutes, right Sanji?”

Usopp gulped, hand intwining with yours atop his head. Sanji shuddered, thousands of thoughts running through his head.. but the sight of you with Usopp’s cum still running down your face and the way Usopps thighs were still shaking from his mind numbing orgasm.. how could he say no?

[tourturestarradio]

𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

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Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji (more added later) x Mermaid reader!

Prompt: After your family jewels were stolen you were determined to get them back joining you closest friend Monkey D. Luffy on his adventure to become the king of the pirates.

Warnings: none, this follows the live action!!

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𝐌𝐘 ����𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 was very strict about who I placed myself around, who I befriend, what part of the sea I'm on. It was so stressful sometimes, all the rules and regulations were annoying. I just wanted to swim around the ocean and make friends.

But I had none. Not a single one until today. One of the biggest rules was to never. EVER. Go to the surface, under any circumstances. But being the air head I was I went up anyway, I wanted to see what it was like!

Seeing the sunlight peel through the seawater I gulped nervously hearing loud voices, I carefully and slowly peeked up out of the water, the first thing I noticed was the odd smell, it was like nothing like what I smelled before.

I looked around hearing laughing "Luffy for the last time you aren't prepared enough to be a pirate yet." I looked at the two humans who talked, one was a tall man with red hair, a straw hat, and three scars on his eye.

There was a shorter boy with curly black hair and brown skin "yes I am!" I watched the two talk. well more like argue...

Until I saw the shorter boy turn and walk towards me I jumped and ducked my head under the water as the boy stormed over sitting down with a pout and his arms crossed.

Fun fact about me, my fins tend to glow when I'm flustered, shy, or scared/nervous. So even if i'm hiding most likely you'll still be able to spot me, so you can guess to my surprise when I peeked through my webbed fingers and saw the black haired boy staring dead at me.

I jumped and swam away. A human boy saw me! I'm so done for! He had called out to me "hey wait up!" I guess my fins were still glowing because he followed me down the dock.

I stopped and looked back poking my head out the water "how did you swim that fast!" I was too nervous to speak "u-um...I-I..." I gulped out of nervousness.

His eyes sparkled with curiosity "hey why are you glowing so bright?" I glanced at my fins "I..don't know" he backed up as bit pointing his thumb at his chest "wait. wait. wait let me introduce myself! I'm Monkey D. Luffy! And i'm gonna be king of the pirates!"

I giggled a bit at his behavior "I-I'm Y/n L/n...nice to meet you Luffy!" I smiled at him, his face to turn pink "h-hey you glow like me!" I smiled wider lightly pulling myself up out of the water "wah! you have gills!" He pointed out.

I nodded my head excitedly "mhm!"

I liked this boy Luffy he was very fun. And he didn't seem weirded out by my fish-like appearance. I mean if I hid my gills and covered my fins people wouldn't be able to tell I was half fish.

Well the way my eyes blinked would probably give it away and my (f/c) skin would look odd...and my tail. If only I had legs...

I stayed talking to Luffy for a long while "so what's your dream?" he asked me, staring at me with unblinking eyes and a big smile. I thought for a moment "hmm...maybe...no...ah!...uh no..." I shrugged "I don't know..." Luffy laid on his stomach his legs kicked up behind him.

"Well maybe you'll think of something" he hummed.

"Hm maybe you'll figure it out later..." I nodded in agreement, Luffy stared at me for a moment "so what are you?" he asked, "I'm a mermaid" Luffy peeked his head over into the water. I lifted my tail high enough for him to see it.

"Oo wah~ so cool!" he reached his hands out and touched it gliding his fingers along my scales. I shivered and pulled my tail back into the water "m'sorry my tail is sensitive" I stated.

Looking out at the sky Y/n noticed how it was now sundown "o-oh I gotta go! It was great talking to you Luffy!" ducking my head under the water I swam away hearing Luffy yelling out a loud "Goodbye!! I hope we see each other again!"

A smile grew on my face as I swam home.

The black haired boy ran over "Shanks! Shanks!" a red haired male looked over at Luffy with a raised brow "what's got you all pumped up huh?" Luffy pointed behind himself at the docks "there wassa girl! she-she had gills! and-and fins! she had a really cool tail!" one of Shanks crew mates heard him.

He laughed "does little Luffy got a crush?" Luffy lightly blushed while yelling "No! I-I've just never seen something like her before!" Shanks took a mental note of her description.

Shanks crew mates teased Luffy about the girl for the next couple of days, but he didn't care he still decided to visit his new friend. Y/n would swim to the surface both becoming close with each other.

A friendship blooming between the two.

Asking each other about their lives on land and in the sea, "so would you ever be able to come on land?" he asked.

Y/n's tail swayed back and forth "hm..well probably not for a long time." Y/n stated tapping her chin, Luffy frowned "why not?" Y/n rested her head on her palms "well there is a special necklace that merfolk are gifted. and it lets tails turn to legs or in some rare cases some merfolk can just turn their tail to legs on their own"

Luffy smiled "so cool!" Y/n tilted her head "so who was that red haired guy with the scars" Luffy glanced back at the girl "That's Shanks! He's a pirate too! and he's the captain" speak of the devil, the red haired male came over "Luffy! who're you chatting with?"

Luffy smiled and pointed to where his new fish friend was supposed to be, "to Y/n!" Y/n quickly ducked her head under the water out of fright, but sadly her fins began to glow. Shanks smirked "oi no need to be frightened" he stated, squatting down to where the mermaid was.

Y/n slowly peeked her head up muttering a small "hi..." Shanks smiled at her "hello so you're this Y/n Luffy has been yapping on about" her fins started to glow brighter, she nodded her head.

Suddenly she remembered she had a gift for Luffy, "oh Luffy! I got you a gift, m-my grandpa said it's always good to give a friend a gift."

Luffy perked up "is it food?" he asked, Y/n frowned "did you...did you want food?" "yeah!-" "he'll take the gift" Shanks interrupted Luffy.

Lifting her hand out of the water Y/n placed a closed oyster next to Luffy who eagarly snatched it up opening it.

Y/n grew nervous as Luffy didn't say anything, quickly she spoke "i-it's a b-bracelet. i-if you don't l-like it I can take it back. u-unless you do like it! I mean i-it's not all that g-great. ya'know what nevermind.I-" the rambling girl was hushed when she felt the boy hug her tightly while laughing.

His body almost fell into the water by how far he was leaning off the edge, Shanks picked up the gorgeous bracelet staring at it.

Luffy yanked it back putting it on excitedly, he lightly shook it around the soft clinks of the charms and sea glass making his smile grow wider.

Y/n looked up at the two "so do you like it?" he nodded his head "I love it!"

Shanks smiled at the two "looks like someone has a crush..." he laughed loudly, Y/n glowed "o-oh look at the time!" Luffy cheeks grew pink as he denied what Shanks said.

Y/n pulled herself up enough to sit on the docks most of her tail still in the water, she hugged the black haired boy "bye Luffy" he hugged her back his arms around her torso squeezing her tightly. Letting go Luffy waved goodbye "bye bye Y/n!" she sent one last smile to him and swam away.

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Swimming past other sea creatures I saw a shark swimming by, I giggled and swam over to it circling around it. It nudged me I smiled and swam away the shark following me. As I went deeper into the water the shark swam away, I saw my siblings swim up to me quickly "where have you been?" they asked me.

I blinked "um just swimming around, ya'know" my oldest brother swam up to me eyeing me his arms crossed,  gulped feel my fins glow.

"Y/n..."

I started to sweat. Even if you couldn't tell. My other siblings swam closer looking at me with curiosity, "I-I...was just-"

"Y/n."

Without thinking I blurted out "I went to the surface!" all of them froze in place "you. did. What?!" my oldest brother shouted, I gulped "I-I went to the surface..." he pitched the bridge of his nose.

"Is that why you've been gone all those hours?" I slowly nodded, my other brothers smiled "so cool! I've never been to the surface!"

"I heard it was scary!"

"I heard the people smell weird"

"I heard-"

"Enough! If father finds out about this"

"Finds out about what?"

All of us hushed turning around to see our father, he looked at us with a raised brow. Thinking quickly one of my brothers spoke "your surprise gift!" all of us sighed with fake disappointment "oops..."

My father shook his head "alright, Y/n come follow me." I gulped nervously and followed after him. I tried to keep my fins from glowing, "is there something you need father?" he nodded but didn't say a word.

I followed him through our home far past any of our rooms. He put his hand up to the door a light purple glow emitting from his palm, I 'awed' at the sight the door opened. The room we entered was softly "Y/n i've never told your older brothers about this but....i'm trust you with this Y/n." pulling open a clam mouth he grabbed something.

Turning around I saw a beautiful light green necklace I reached out to touch it but my father pulled it away. "All of your brothers have one but they aren't to use them until they are ready." he stated I tilted my head in confusion "this necklace holds the power to turn your tail to legs" my eyes lit up as I smiled "r-really I thought-" "once you are old enough you may wear it as you please."

I was so giddy about wearing the necklace I started to space out but my father snapped his fingers in front of my face "Y/n listen to me. This necklace is important, it was your mothers. It is very important to our family" I frowned at the mention of the woman.

"One day you will get to wear it just as she did. she would be proud" I smiled and looked down "alright let's go, I don't want the boys getting suspicious about their gifts" I giggled and swam out the room my father follow close behind me before seemingly locking it again.

As the night went on I stayed awake wanting to go to that room again. An idea popping into my mind, maybe I could surprise Luffy tomorrow. Closing my eyes I fell asleep a warm feeling wrapping around my body.

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A/n: this uploaded from my account on Wattpad/quotev!

[julissart]

Did you miss me Sanji-kun? 😘

<< Previous || Day 7: Suggestive

Final day for @onepiecerarepairvalentines (thank you to @atmospheral for tagging me in so lovely event ^^, I enjoyed so much doing this 🤩)

We did it, all days are completed 🎉🥳 (I think I'm gonna take some days, some rest before bringing you more crazy ideas and drawings 🥰💜)

Find all the days for my Rarepair week in my Masterlist HERE

[plethodontidae]

definitely in my top five favorite one piece moments ever

[firstdivisiongirl]

One Piece: Dub vs Sub?

I put in a comment yesterday on Instagram saying I watch One Piece English Dub (obviously not the 4kids English dub, that needs to be destroyed). I had so many people saying I’m not a real fan and I’m wrong about the Funimation dub being good. I’ve watched both dub and sub (long story about why I watch some in dub and some in dub but that’s a story for another day). The two are different. Sub is amazing but dub has some seriously great voice actors who do a great job. A lot of them are absolute VA legends. Here are some of them that may make you laugh a little when you see the characters with the same VA:

Luffy-Riza Hawkeye from Full Metal Alchemist (Colleen Clinkenbeard)

Zoro-Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z (Chris Sabat)

Law-Levi Ackerman from Attack on Titan (Matthew Mercer)

Ace-Roy Mustang from Full Metal Alchemist (Travis Willingham)

Sabo-Ichigo from Bleach (Johnny Yong Bosch)

Koby-Yurio from Yuri!! on Ice (Micah Solusod)

Brooks-Worick Arcangelo from Gangsta (Ian Sinclair)

Usopp-Maes Hughes from Full Metal Alchemist (Sonny Strait)

Nico Robin-Handler from Spyxfamily (Stephanie Young)

Sanji- Nishiki Nishio from Tokyo Ghoul (Eric Vale)

Don’t write off the dub, it’s really good. And don’t hate people who like to watch dub over sub. Be nice!

[wifeofvinsmokereiju]

One Piece dub vs Sub

Luffy - I’ll be honest, I didn’t like his dubbed voice at first. But it grew on me! Also when Luffy first went into fourth gear it was good and I will die on that hill! Anyway as good as I think dubbed Luffy is his Japanese voice is just iconic, a classic, unbeatable.

Zoro - I’ve mentioned before that I think dubbed Zoro sounds like Brian dog from Family Guy and he does. Still I like it! I think it’s just as good as his Japanese voice!

Nami - This could be controversial but I prefer Nami’s dubbed voice! She sounds like a middle aged woman and I love it! This is what Nami sounds like to me!

Usopp - Both are good. I do like the sound or direction of his Japanese voice idk if that’s what you call it. But either way I like em both!

Sanji - 4kidz best! I think his Japanese voice has this like cool sound but the dub brings out his more pathetic side. Both amazing takes on him!

Chopper - I don’t like his dubbed voice. It’s just whiny and Chopper’s Japanese voice is fucking Pikachu! If you’re in a cute voice competition and you’re opponent is the voice of Pikachu you can’t win!

Robin - They’re both so good! Here’s a fun fact, in the dub when she says “I want to live!” They didn’t even put an echo effect on it, her voice just naturally did that! But they’re both really hot!

Franky - I like how the dub voice sounds! Only problem is that the Japanese SUPER is classic! So that makes them equal!

Brook - The YOHOHOHOHO! In the dub is spot on! The whole thing is spot on! I personally prefer the dub because I speak English but sound almost exactly the same! (Only in different languages ofc) it’s like music to my ears! Or it would be, if I had any ears YOHOHOHOHOHOHO!

Jimbei - I appreciate what the dub was going for but I don’t like it. I think the VA just needs to grow into the role. Or it needs to grow on me like Luffy’s did?

[silver-stargarden]

decided to finally watch stampede on a whim and it was accidentally a perfect movie for usopp's birthday lmao

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

Me watching the East blue arc the first time: man this opening song is kinda lame. So very early 00s. Eh whatever.

Me watching the East blue arc for the third time: There’s always room For You! If you wanna be my ~frieeend~ we are! We Are! On the cruuuuuise!!!!

[tobreed-ornottobreed]

A little less Discreet…

The voices told me to continue this and I had no reason not to write about my love for Usopp and Sanji, so I decided I would.

Anyway, here’s a part two for Discreet. I hope you like it. (This is from my brain, straight to tumblr, it has not been proof read so if the grammars wrong or if it has spelling mistakes I’ll probably go back and fix those.. one day..)

it’s a long one.

Warnings: sub Usopp, Switch? Sanji, Ftm Usopp, Sanji has a little melt down because he wants to be treated like a woman (kamabakka kingdom awakened something in him.), threesome, implied foursome..?, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, pussy eating, anal sex, masturbation.

I’m so going to hell 💀💀💀

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The food on Usopps work bench had long gone cold, the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke perforating the usual smell of metal and oil - where sounds of tinkering and clashing metal should have been, moans and swears, wet kisses and keens were.

Usopp yelped, running nose and teary eyes making him look that much more delectable as he came again - it didn’t help with the way he was fisting a head of blonde hair between his thighs.

“Is that good, mon cher?”

You fucked your hand as you watched them, each slick slide of your calloused palm along your shaft perfectly matching the rhythm with which Sanji's tongue was thrusting in and out of Usopp's overstimulated pink hole.

Sanji’s own hand was on his cock, hips thrusting erratically as he whined. Face down ass up as he ate Usopp out - he was almost louder than Usopps cries, even muffled against the dripping folds of his cunt.

“Please..”

You heard a little whine, snapping you from your intent observation, locking with Sanji’s pretty blue eyes, teary and staring at you from under thick lashes. Usopp was gasping for air, one watery brown eye on you and the other forced shut by a sweaty arm thrown over his forehead.

“Join us, Mon trésor.. please.”

The breathy way he begged made you impossibly harder, messed up blonde hair and stubble covered in slick, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip.

He had a proud look in his eye, as if he knew you would never be able to resist his siren song.

Fucking gorgeous.

“Oh Sanji. Do you want me to fuck your pretty pussy?”

Sanji went impossibly red at the comment, his cock jumping between his thighs and his mouth agape to release a moan so whorish it halted you in your prowl toward him - it was something so whiny and high pitched that he almost sounded like a woman moaning..

Usopp shot up, having been half asleep and shocked awake by the sound. Pretty eyes searching the room for any sort of danger.

The hazy look in Sanjis eyes disappeared and he suddenly looked mortified, scrambling away and pushing himself off of the makeshift bed and onto his knees a hand slapping itself over his mouth.

“Désolé, sorry. I’m sorry,” He struggled across the blankets, eyes darting between you both in horror as he realised what had slipped out. “I- I need to go. I’m sorry.”

His eyes were wide in panic, his hands up to diffuse any anger you might’ve had, or to block any hits that might be directed toward him.

Usopp looked over in worry, reaching a hand out that made Sanji flinch away.

“Sanji? You okay..?”

Sanji stumbled onto his feet, looking around for his forgotten clothes, the blood draining from his face and turning him slightly green. You pushed yourself up, legs shaking slightly from being on your knees for an hour or so, took a step forward, hands half outstretched toward him - he ducked his head down, almost as if expecting you to strike him.

You wrapped your hands around his waist, your sticky hands finding their place against equally sticky hips.

“Sanji, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry.. it’s weird. I should go. T-this is wrong..”

His eyes were downcast, such a sudden shift in his demeanour from his earlier cocky attitude, it made your heart hurt.

Usopps hand grabbing onto your arm, leaning his weight on you as his legs shook for a very different reason than yours.

“C’mon Sanji, tell us. We won’t be mad at ya.”

There was still a fucked out, hoarse quality in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine.

Sanji didn’t meet either of your gazes, mumbling to himself before steeling his nerves, his fists balling against his naked sides.

“I- Ilike being called a lady.. I like being treated like a.. a girl..”

His eyes were squeezed shut, his lithe body trembling slightly.

You and Usopp exchanged a look, your heart beating faster when that spark of determination entered your lovers eye.

“I- It’s wrong. It’s weird, a man shouldn’t want this or to be treated like-like!-“

Hands springing to action, you both pulled him close. Kissing his curly eyebrows, and rubbing his back. Usopp had his lips on Sanjis, stealing the words from his throat, wide blue eyes darting between you in confusion.

You pulled back, hand on the nape of his neck, running it along his jaw and cupping his cheek in your palm.

“Sanji, we don’t care. If it’s what you want, we’re happy to provide, right honey?”

Usopp nodded, snuggling the bridge of his nose into Sanjis throat.

“Now. Let’s get our pretty girl comfortable.”

You growled, nipping at his jaw.

A quiet keen left his throat as you and Usopp manoeuvred him back onto the blankets and pillows that made up your makeshift floor bed, he looked resigned, as if he had already decided that this was a trick and that you were going to throw him away any second, but there was a glimmer of hope that this was real and you wanted to fan those flames.

Sanjis legs hesitantly wrapped around your naked waist, your flagging cock twitching at friction of his own half hard dick rutting against the protruding bone of your hip..

“Please..”

Usopp kissed along his jugular, leaving little bites - their hands intwining while Sanjis other felt around blindly for yours.

You took it gently, bringing it close to brush a kiss against his knuckles.

A stuttering moan clawed its way from his throat when your fingers pressed against his hole, still sticky and wet from lube and precum that had slid across his taint to gather across his entrance.

It gave with surprising ease, Sanjis lips caught in Usopps to silence his debauched moans.

“Does our pretty girl play with her pussy all alone?”

Another high pitched whine left his throat, legs shooting outward with a force that sent a crackle of fire through the room.

Your fingers sunk to the hilt, Sanji grabbing onto Usopps bicep for leverage and support, pulling him down and muffling his noises against his plump lips once again.

“Guh! Oh m’ fuck.. mon cœur please, I’m-!”

His voice was an octave higher than it had been, a soft tilt giving each word a feminine undertone.

“It’s okay Sanji.. h-he’s really good at p-playing with pussy.” Usopp squeaked out, his face going a dark red with embarrassment as the words left him. Though he seemed to regain some confidence when the words made Sanji's hips buck.

You smiled, leaning over Sanji's body, tip of your cock brushing against his taint as you captured Usopp in a sloppy kiss above him.

Your tongue was practically down his throat, less battling for dominance and more of a passionate duel, wet noises spurring Sanjis hips into motion.

“Pleassseeee! J’ai besoin de ta bite dans Ma chatte maintenanttt.” Sanji looked up at you both with need, whining gently as you gave Usopp a quick kiss before returning to your original task.

Your fingers left Sanji's hole with a pop, the feeling of suddenly being empty drew a long unhappy noise from him, but it was quickly silenced when your cock replaced it, sinking inside the slight gape your fingers had left.

“Gods Sanji, your pretty cunt is sucking me right in.”

You watched as each little press you gave forward sunk another couple of inches inside him, each time Sanji let out a ‘god’, ’please’, ‘fuck’ that spurred you to push another inch deeper.

Usopp sucked in a breath as he watched, his own hand sneaking down to palm at his sensitive clit.

Finally you sunk the last inch inside of him, taking a breath and letting him adjust to your full size.

Sanji let out a shuddering breath, eyes unfocused and legs locking around your waist, pushing you impossibly closer. Usopp sighed and whimpered, long fingers thrusting in and out of his puffy cunt, looking at you with a need you’re all too familiar with.

You beckoned him closer, patting just next to where Sanjis lithe hips bucked. He shuffled toward you, shaking in excitement, on his knees, fingers still stuffed inside him.

You kissed him, your body uncontrollably thrusting forward, pulling a wheezing breath from Sanji.

He called your name, tears in his dark eyes, fingers resuming their movement within his walls. The shaky way he pushed himself down, laying next to Sanji's still shaking body, his legs as spread as they could be in the crowded little nest. His fingers pulled out, covered in slick so he could push his lips apart, showing off where brown skin became pink, the slight gape from several tongues and fingers sending your hip bucking again.

“Please, I need you..”

Sanji hiccuped, his arms wrapping around Usopps shoulders as you finally began to pull out and push back in.

“My gorgeous girl and my big strong captain,” The compliments pulling a whine from both squirming bodies beneath you. “Let me make you feel good.”

Your fingers found their way to Sanji's mouth, his eyes hazy and half tucked into Usopps shoulder. He licked and sucked them, breathing laboured with each collision of your hips against his own, and when you deemed them wet enough you pushed them down toward Usopps throbbing heat.

Your thighs burned as you fucked into Sanjis ass, his moans caught in his throat as he and Usopp kissed - your wrist aching from rough movements within Usopp, pressing against each tender spot inside him that had his legs shaking and his spine going rigid.

Panting and moaning were thankfully hidden under a heavy deluge of rain that was hitting against the little porthole window.

Sanji tensed beneath you, hugging Usopp closer.

“Is my pretty girl close? Can you hold it honey, I want you and Usopp to cum at the same time.” He grunted, a cry pulling itself from his lips at a particular grind against his prostate.

“I can- can..- I can do it, please.”

Gods, you fucking want them.

Usopp whimpers, his hot walls tightening around your fingers. The knot in his stomach tightening as he reaches the peak of his pleasure, his stomach muscles jumping and his arms holding the back of Sanji's head.

The kiss is deliciously carnal, and you watch as they melt against each other.

“Fuck, you two. I can’t wait to feel you cum on my cock. Do you want that Sanji, do you want me to cum in your pussy?”

Your fingers slide within Usopp, your thumb stroking along his clit which makes his back bow.

Sanji nods, eyes crossing and hips jumping and pushing back onto your dick.

���Cum in my pussy!”

You push into him one final time, fingers curling within Usopps creamy hole. Both men bending beneath you with hitched breaths, backs tight and bowed - the moment of silence before the inevitable break was perfect, eyes scrunched shut and hands interlocked.

You shuddered, the sight sending you over the edge as the tension snapped. Sanji cried out, high and whiny - his legs pulled against his stomach, his sweaty hair pushed out of his eyes revealing his curly eyebrows.

Usopp shuddered, it was almost second nature to watch him jump and shake, his pussy quivering as squirt coated your wrist.

You pushed to the hilt and more inside Sanji, curling over yourself as you finally emptied inside him, heat burning in your stomach as the coil unravelled in an overwhelming split second.

“Oh fuck.”

Heaving and sweaty, you collapsed over them both, shaking arms wrapping around your torso and another set wrapping around your neck.

“Thank you..” a hoarse voice whispered against your throat.

“Merci..” a deep, gravely voice called from your chest.

“Love you.”

“Curly brows!? You find ‘em yet?”

A deeper voice called from the hallway, the swordsman’s heavy footfalls coming closer toward the still unlocked door.

“And you say I’m bad with directions..”

The whisper was close enough to the door that you all heard it clear as day, even with the rain providing thunderous ambiance.

“What you say to me, Moss head!”

With your cock still inside him, Sanji retorted, immediately going bright red - slapping a hand over his mouth.

“There you are. What’re you-“

The workshop door swung open for a second time that night, a head of spiked green hair pushing it’s way through.

Unscarred eye wide and mouth open with stolen words, glued to the way slick gushed out of Usopps cunt and the way cum dripped from Sanjis gaping hole when you quickly removed yourself. All frozen still as Zoro realised what was happening.

Usopp’s face had gone a shade of red so vibrant you were worried for his health and Sanji slammed his thighs shut so fast you were sure he would bruise tomorrow.

Zoro looked between you three, his built figure blocking the rest of the hallway, an unreadable expression on his face as he stepped inside of the workshop and shut the door behind him, not bothering to lock it as he stalked forward, like a tiger stalking prey.

You hoped that this would be the last crew member joining you tonight, you could already feel the burn in your thighs that would render you useless tomorrow. Though with the way Sanji and Usopp were suddenly shaking in anticipation as Zoro began to remove his belly warmer, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret any of it.

[brainrotcharacters]

ZORO AND LAW BECOME FRIENDS???

Edgy lord/stoic emotionless badass/lone wolf Zoro is literally the worst take, Zoro is an orphan who had like one friend who died and he literally never got over it and he then was alone until he was 19 when Luffy pulled him into what would eventually be their little pirate family. It's not like Zoro self isolates, at most he gets a little in his head about training, but he doesn't actively push people away, he doesn't push anyone in the crew away, in fact he is actively mad and upset WHEN THEY LEAVE. In universe people are intimidated by Zoro at a glance and Zoro isn't particularly outgoing and/or extroverted like Luffy, so of course he doesn't make friend as easily, but when non-combative people approach, he usually does make friends/is friendly with them ie. yasuie, the akazaya, law etc

[tourturestarradio]

𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

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Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami (more added later) x Mermaid reader!

Prompt: After your family jewels were stolen you were determined to get them back joining you closest friend Monkey D. Luffy on his adventure to become the king of the pirates.

Warnings: none, this follows the live action!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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⋆｡°✩ ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊    ┊        ┊               ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆｡˚  ⋆ ┊         ┊       ┊   ⋆                                                                                                         ┊         ┊       ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆      ┊ .  ˚            ˚★

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 Y/n stayed focused on them making sure not to ruin the design, it was daytime and Nami was looking at the map to the grandline "that's strange..." she mutters, Y/n looked back "hey Nami!" Nami raised her head "what?" Y/n held her hand up "like my nails?" she asked excitedly.

Nami stared at her "it's alright..." Y/n frowned before perking up "you look cute in your glasses!" Nami paused for a moment before staring back down at her map.

Zoro exited the small room "hey um Nami, your toilets busted" Nami head shot up "we don't have a toilet." Zoro paused "oh...well something is leaking back there" getting up Nami hurried into the room shutting the door behind her.

"Zoro! Zoro! like my nails?" she held up her hand showing off the design, Zoro tilted his head "looks cool" Y/n huffed annoyed by their lack of reaction before returning to decorating her nails.

Luffy nudged Y/n "Luffy! be careful! you almost messed me up" he was sitting next to her "what do you think of the name Straw hat crew? got a nice ring to it don't you think?" Y/n nodded happily "I like it-" nudging him softly with her elbow she smirked "-Captain" Luffy could feel his heart thump a little faster as his face grew red.

Laughing Y/n knew just how flustered Luffy got when she called him that, it was a little odd to her but she didn't question it.

Grabbing her bag she dug through it "look at these glass bottles I found!" Luffy watched as she pulled out three oddly shaped bottles.

He tilted his head "what are those for?" he questioned, Y/n took the corck out of each of the bottles "to collect ocean water." Luffy tilted his head "why?" Y/n dipped one of the bottles under the water "well just in case I need it so I don't die, and what if we run into another devil fruit user? throw some of this on them and we'll have nothing to worry about."

Luffy grinned "so smart!" Y/n filled up each bottle before popping the cork back into them making sure they were tightly shut.

Zoro stared at Buggy's wanted poster "wow, he was worth 15 million berry..." Y/n awed "wow that's a lot..." Y/n stood up as Nami walked over "well we're not going to be here for very long, turns out syrup village is known for its ship building." Luffy perked up "what are we waiting for then?" Luffy walked away, Nami following him, Zoro ripped the wanted poster down muttering "stupid clown"

Y/n chuckled and walked away as did Zoro.

"Wait till I get my hands on that rubber hose little runt, and the dumb fish face, no body make fun of Buggy the clown!" Buggy sneered rummaging through the different crates.

That was until he heard a noise behind him, turning around he saw a fishman standing in his spotlight "oh great another one of you fish faces...."

The fishman spoke "Buggy the clown. Arlong wanted a word with you." Buggy scoffed turning away "well you can tell Arlong I said "I don't take requests."

Y/n and the others walked around looking at all the different ships, "look at them all..." Luffy smirked looking around. Zoro asked the important question "how much do these even cost?" Nami spoke "if you have to ask you probably can't afford it."

Y/n trailed behind them still wanting to look at all the interesting boats. Nami glanced over at Luffy "look we're gonna need something a little less flashy if we want to sneak out of here." she stated, Luffy stopped and looked over at her "you want to steal a ship?" Nami looked at him as if it was obvious.

Crossing her arms she spoke "how else did you expect us to get one?" dosing out Y/n played with her hair until Zoro called out to her "Y/n come on" she blinked and followed them "sorry."

He looked at her questioningly "what's up with you spacing out all the time?" Y/n apologized "I just have a lot on my brain sometimes" she muttered, her fins glowing out of embarrassment.

Zoro shrugged and kept walking, somehow they had managed to lose Luffy "where did he go?" Nami sighed "hopefully he's not causing trouble." Y/n nodded in agreement.

Walking around Y/n spotted him standing next to very large ship with a goat's head in the front "there you are!" she called out hurrying over to him.

Y/n stared at the ship in awe "wow...she's gorgeous..." she muttered, Luffy called out "guys! I found it! I found our ship, and this guy will sell it to us!" he smiled.

Y/n looked at the male he had dark brown skin and a brown scarf tied around his head holding back his hair, he was very handsome.

The male looked confused "o-oh um what..uh" Luffy nodded "yep we'll take it!" the man shook his head "technically she's not for sale" Y/n frowned, as did Luffy "I mean technically i'm not a salesman..." Y/n only 'oh'ed' at his words.

Nami held her hands on her hips "well do you even work here?" Y/n cocked her head to the side "hm.."

He looked at the rest of them "of course I do, I'm the chief technician in charge of ​encrustation removal and aviary waste eradication." Y/n and Luffy both grew confused at his big words.

Zoro dumped it down "he scrubs barnacles and cleans bird shit" Y/n and Luffy both "ooohhh" at his words.

Y/n sighed "well that's not much help." he quickly cut in "wait, wait, wait, I can help you." he began "the owner of this ship just happens to be my closest friend." Y/n smiled "that's great!" Nami raised a suspicious brow "you're friends with the owner of this ship...?"

He nodded, "not just this one, but the whole shipyard" Y/n grew excited "wow! really! that's so cool!" the male smiled at Y/n "I know right" Y/n bounced up and down "let's go meet her! she sounds awesome!" the male chuckled "alright i'll take you guys to her, I'm sure you can strike a deal with her" he stated.

He walked away "follow me." Y/n and the others followed behind him Luffy and Y/n giggling like children. Nami and Zoro watched from behind them "just a like." Nami sighed, "no wonder they're best friends." Zoro muttered

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Luffy looked in awe at the house "wow i've never seen a house this big before..." he stated, Y/n walked around "so pretty..." she muttered, "all of this just for one person?" she questioned, the male looked over "well no she lives here with her butler and a few other staff." he stated.

Y/n looked at the flowers "so pretty! Zoro! look!" picking up one of the flowers from the pond she showed it to him, he didn't look to impressed but he found her excitement cute so he humored her a bit "it's pretty, it kinda matches with your skin" the color did match with her clashing skin tones.

Nami slapped his arm, he looked at her confused "don't say that. she might think you're making fun of her...condition" she whisper shouted to him, Zoro blinked "oh...Y/n I didn't mean it like that-" Y/n chuckled shaking her head "I know what you meant it's okay" she stated putting the flower back in the pond.

She walked ahead of them to catch up with Luffy, "see she was fine with it." Nami rolled her eyes "just. be mindful of what you say. who knows what's going on inside that head of hers"

Luffy asked "hey so if you're always welcomed here why do we have to go around the back?" Y/n nodded in agreement, the male stumbled over his words "u-uh well I never use the front entrance, this is more of a VIP entrance."

Y/n couldn't care less about what they were talking about, she only had a big interest in the garden looking over all the different colored flowers and nicely cut garden hedges.

That was until the male stopped "ya'know there's a more exclusive entrance back this way!" Y/n spotted two people one of them was a round man with an odd haircut, while there was a girl with blue hair.

He tossed a knife towards the male "now what the hell are you doing here Usopp?" Y/n leaned closer to Luffy "they don't seem very happy to see him."

The male dubbed as Usopp chuckled nervously "Buchi, buddy, uh Kaya is expecting me." Buchi grabbed Usopp glaring at him "another one of your lies...you're not welcomed here you know that." Usopp tilted his head "I know nothing of the sort. uh I'm here to give Kaya an extra special gift."

Buchi looked as if he was about to say something rude when a polite voice called out to him "Usopp!" the four of the five of the looked over seeing a blonde girl with a pink dress, she held onto the arm of her butler.

"What a wonderful surprise" she smiled, Y/n and the others watch the interaction between the two "Kaya! happy birthday" she looked a little shocked "you remembered."

Y/n pouted looking at Luffy "you never remembered my birthday" he snapped his head over "yes I do!" Y/n dead panned "when's my birthday?" she questioned, he stopped for a second as if he was deep in thought. Y/n sighed "wow some best friend you are." Luffy grabbed her shoulders "I remember I just wasn't expecting that question!"

Y/n laughed "i'm kidding Luf!" she stated patting his head, he let out a sigh of relief "oh...don't do that! that wasn't funny!" Y/n only laughed harder covering her mouth, Luffy let go of her shaking his head.

Usopp pointed behind him "I brought my crew!" Y/n cocked her head to the side as Luffy blinked "is he talking about us?" Kaya lightly waved towards them "nice to meet you! you all must stay for dinner!" she insisted.

Luffy perked up at the mentions of food, as did Y/n "I am kinda of hungry now that you mention it" Luffy smiled "alright when do we eat?" her butler scoffed "you don't. Not dressed like that." Y/n looked down at her clothes wondering what was wrong with them?

Was it too revealing?

Klahadore turned his attention to the girl with blue hair "Sham. show Usopp and his friends to the guest suites. you will bathe and change before dinner" Y/n held her hand up to her nose sniffing, 'well I do smell the seawater so reasonable' she shrugged.

Following the blue haired girl walked past Kaya whispering "happy birthday" to her, Kaya smiled and nodded "thank you" as she walked past Klahadore stared at Y/n intensely. Even though it creeped her out she gave him a polite smile, he looked her up and down as if he was analyzing her.

But that was soon cut short when Zoro stepped in blocking his view "watch where you're staring" he muttered to him before Zoro kept walking staying close to Y/n. Nami watched with a tiny smirk.

Luffy flipped through the different clothes "so many options! what should I wear?" Nami looked back at him "anything you want. when are you going to get the opportunity to wear things this nice?" stepping out from behind a cover up thing (I totally did NOT forget what those are called) she had on a blue and black dress.

"Well what do you think?" she asked Luffy "well, you look like Nami" he shrugged, she sighed "I'll just ask Y/n...wait where is Y/n?" Zoro walked past before stopping Luffy greeting him "Zoro! what you gonna wear?" he asked, Zoro looked around the room "something black."

Luffy looked around "hey Zoro have you seen Y/n?" he asked, Zoro shook his head "nope maybe she's still in the bath" he shrugged. Luffy sighed "i'm gonna go look for her" he stood up leaving the room. Zoro watched him go "hopefully that butler isn't around her." As Nami flipped through the clothes she decided to tease him a a bit.

Looking back she smirked "why? you scared he's gonna steal her from you?" Zoro scoffed "no, I just don't like the way he was looking at her." Nami chuckled "my point exactly." Zoro rolled his eyes muttering "whatever..."

Luffy walked through the large house back to the bathrooms, without thinking he opened the door "Y/n you in here-oh!" Y/n was peacefully soaking in the warm water her tossed back. The water graciously stopped right before it showed off her entire chest.

Opening her eyes she squealed "Luffy!" his cheeks flared up as he quickly shut the door yelling "Sorry!" he hurried back to the room. "did you find her?" Nami asked, Luffy nodded silently his cheeks still burning red.

Zoro stared at him "somethings telling me he saw something he shouldn't have." Nami nodded in agreement.

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A/n: Can you tell who my favorite character is?

Tag List: @luuffyswife @ghostlyworld @valen-yamyam16 @juhdoche

[fundeadasylum]

Thriller Bark is very silly and a nice change of pace after the incredibly hard hits of Water 7 and Enies Lobby

and I enjoy Brook and his story and. i mean. talking, singing skeleton. you can't lose with him.

but if I have to hear fucking Moria's stupid ass laugh one more time I am going to commit arson

[mytheoristavenue]

Shy Makeouts with Your Fav!

Summary: You initiate a makeout as a confession and he's just putty in your hands!

Warnings: Just fluffy stuff, makeouts, sub!character, dom!reader, gn!reader

"H-Hold on..." He said, staring up at you shyly. He'd always had the softest spot for you and no matter how confident he could be, no matter how resilient- he never could tell you no. That's what had him sitting on his own bedroom floor with you in his lap, kissing down his jaw without any shame for knowing neither had confessed yet.

"Sh-Shouldn't we talk about this first...?" He asked weakly, swallowing thickly as his head rolled to the side to give you more room. This felt so taboo, and yet he had no intent to stop it. "Hey..." He shuddered while your lips brushed his throat, but his palms stayed planted on the floor.

He could never pinpoint what it was about you that made him so shy. Maybe it was you dazzling smile or the mischievous glint your eyes would have when you had an idea that would get him in trouble. Kinda like right now. You were smirking at him for above, peppering his face with kisses, giggling at his blushed cheeks and furrowed brows.

"I'm seriou- ahh..." He sighed, melting when your lips brushed the shell of his ear. Your playful giggle rang in his ears as he tried to muster the willpower to stop you, to make you talk things out with him. "W-Wait, please-" He begged, trembling under your touch, but his arms betrayed him, pulling you closer instead of pushing you away. "Just talk to me, you know I hate it when you get all cryptic..."

"What would you like me to say, big guy?" You finally mused, breath hot on his ear.

"That you like me...?" He confessed with red cheeks. "T-That you keep kissing on me because you want be my..." He didn't have the heart to finish his thought, the embarrassment becoming too much to bare.

"Oh, but I do like you..." You smirk deviously. "And I do want to be whatever it is you want me to be." You didn't miss how his infectious, dopey grin cracked across his face at your confirmation. "There's that cute smile..." You giggled, settling back into his lap as he melted against your touch like butter in a pan. "Now, where where we?"

Mezo Shoji, Fumikage Tokoyami, Mashirao Ojiro, Eijiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki, Izuku Midoryia, Tenya Iida, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Juzo Honenuki, Shihai Kuroiro, Iguro Obanai, Inosuke Hashibura, Tanjiro Kamado, Gyomei Himejima, Tomioka Giyuu, God Usopp, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsoke Sanji, Cyborg Franky, Portgas D. Ace, Spirit Albarn, Soul Evans, and whoever else you'd like!

I hope you guys like this format! I wont be doing this like this all the time, but I thought it might be a way to give yall something when I'm away for a few days at a time!

[mere-mortifer-writing]

I've dreamt about you (nearly every night)

Pairing: Sanji x Reader Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 7.900+ words Themes: PWP; huddling for warmth; getting together; mutual pining; fingering; intercrural sex; dirty talking; sub!Sanji, cis female reader Notes: This is my first reader insert fic in this fandom and my first one in general for a long while. I don't use Y/N in here, nor did I add physical descriptions for the reader of any kind (I tried my damn hardest) but she is explicitly a cis woman! Summary: The crew is caught in a storm awfully unprepared for such bad weather. Sanji offers you to take his sleeping bag, but when he's the one left out in the cold, you decide you can't let that happen. Can't you just share, and stay warm together?

Written for @infixop. This is my gift to @jsitmfgoesnsfw. I hope you enjoy it! I tried to put as much things you like in it as possible xoxo

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The cold bites like a starved dog.

You’ve got nothing more than a few inches of your face exposed to the mean night air, and that’s all it takes to freeze you down to your bone marrow despite the tent you’re in. For no longer than thirty seconds, you manage to shuffle lower into your sleeping bag, bathing in your own body warmth, but then the need to look at the silhouette impressed on your tent’s thin sides overpowers you once again.

The two lanterns still lit outside paint Sanji’s figure in a stark shadow. He’s sitting out there, in the freezing cold, keeping an eye out on the Sunny—at least, that’s the excuse he came up with when he gave up his own spot for your comfort. Even with how fuzzy his outline is, you can see him tremble, one foot tapping anxiously on the ground with no respite. He was chain-smoking earlier, but he must have run out of cigarettes at some point.

“Fuck, Sanji,” you utter under your breath. You’re in your little tent, almost cozy in Sanji’s sleeping bag, and he’s fucking dying out there. He’s more sensitive to low temperatures than other members of the crew, and well aware of it. In the morning, before they started exploring this atoll, he’s one of the few that insisted on bringing all the camping equipment the crew is now using.

They had thrown anchor when the sun was still high in the sky, bathing the little alcove and the surrounding forest in the warmth of a spring day, but it took Nami only a moment to study the winds and the cloud patterns above them and declare, with whatever sixth sense she’s been gifted with, that  by night they’d be surrounded by winter weather. She was right—but she undersold it. By a lot.

Zoro—who says any opportunity to survive challenging environments is an opportunity he’ll take—and Luffy—who just couldn’t be bothered to pack properly—barely changed their outfits before leaving the Sunny. You had least layered a bit and brought scarves and gloves with you, but that’s about it.

Meanwhile, Sanji rounded up all the sleeping bags and tents they had, saddling Usopp and Franky with sharing the burden with him. It had seemed unnecessary to bring so much extra weight for what was supposed to be a casual stroll on this little speck of an island, only big enough to keep Luffy’s attention for a day maximum, but thank God he decided to play it safe.

It was like the Sun decided to set early today, aided by a sudden deluge of dark clouds. A blizzard started raging in the distance, right above the poor Sunny, impeding the crew’s safe return to their warm beds and an even warmer meal, so you had to camp out in the open for the night. Neither the snow nor the rain reached the tundra-like stretch of open land you found yourselves in, but the cold was—and is, even worse now—brutal. Chopper was deeply apologetic to be the only one enjoying the situation.

The tents were set up quickly, and they offered a little comfort, but the ground you are all trying to sleep on remains frigid at best. Nami, who borught her own sleeping bag, managed to squeeze Robin right next to her for the night, but there was no hope of letting a third person in.

“Let’s switch. I’ll be okay with sitting nearby and keeping watch, at least for a while,” Robin tried to propose, and from the gasp Sanji let out upon hearing that, one might have thought she just shot him in the chest. 

“Nonsense!” he exclaimed, blonde fringe flying left and right as he emphatically shook his head no. “Mon ange, you take mine. I insist.” 

Your mouth snapped closed at his preemptive rebuttal. In hindsight, you could have tried to manipulate his chivalry and convinced him that sharing was the perfect solution, but in the moment you lacked the courage. Strange how his eagerness to put the women around him on a pedestal has somehow looped around to make him intimidating—for you, at least; Nami and Robin certainly have no such issues. He thinks of you so highly, and the idea of shattering that perception by saying or doing the wrong thing often paralyzes you.

Now, that proposal that died in your mouth is all you can think about. We could sleep together, would you mind? He would have blushed at the double entendre and caved in quickly if you had made your tone sweet enough.

Another minute of your thoughts spinning around the same centre, another minute of running a nail over the edge of your teeth to dispel nervous energy, and you decide that neither you in here, nor Sanji out there, can take any more of this. 

You extend an arm outside of the warm cocoon of the bag, and stretch it as far as you can to open the tent a bit. The sound of the zip raising up a few inches makes Sanji’s silhouette shift as he looks in your direction, and before you can actually call out for him he’s moving closer on his own. 

One gloved hand goes to close the zip again. “Wait, Sanji,” you whisper to stop him. 

He stops trying to pull. “Oh, darling, y-you’re awake?” You can feel your face fall into a grimace at how shaky his voice is. “I thought the wind was making your t-tent open or something.”

“No, no, it was me.” Without having to slip out of the sleeping bag all the way, you try to tap the zip further up and open. A frigid tendril of wind snakes in and makes you wince. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Me? ‘M doing just fine,” Sanji says. Just because he’s lying with ease, it doesn’t mean it sounds convincing. “Was I, uh, keeping you awake…?”

Your heart squeezes in your chest when Sanji lowers his head to peer at you through the opening. He’s trying to bury his whole face in the puffy neck of his coat, but there’s a constant tremor in his jaw like he’s attempting to keep his teeth from chattering. Eyes large and round, darker spots on his cheeks and nose that would be a bright red if colours weren’t so muted by the moonlight—he’s probably the cutest he’s ever been. And so visibly uncomfortable.  

“Come in here for a while.” You meant to first reassure him that he hadn’t woken you, but the invitation tumbles out of you before you can manage. “You must be freezing. Come on, just a few minutes.”

“I don’t want to let the cold in here…” he protests weakly, but you can see that he wants to say yes. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth as you repeat your plea to stay with you and warm up. “I guess—if you really don’t mind—”

You limit yourself to a wide smile when he finally acquiesces, and that’s all you can do to avoid tugging him down to lay on top of you before he’s even managed to fully crawl inside. You watch him as he squats in a spot as far away from you as he can. He takes off his gloves, sighing in relief when they’re not wrapped around his hands any longer.

“We should have all listened to you, we were not prepared well for this weather,” you say softly. You frown when he starts trying to blow warm air on his fingers. “Did your gloves not help you at all?”

“They may have gotten a little wet, it’s really humid outside,” he admits, sending a small but sincere smile your way. 

“Sanji…” you sigh. You hope you don’t sound exasperated, since all you are is pained that a boy you hold so dear was literally left out in the cold like an abandoned puppy, but Sanji still looks a little downtrodden at your tone. “Can you come here, please? Why are you so far away?”

“I don’t want you to get cold!” he reiterates, but still shuffles near you at your request. The groundsheet crinkles under his knees. “Darling, I promise you I’m fine—”

He’s finally close enough that you can grasp one of his hands. You gasp at the complete lack of human warmth in his fingers. Sanji’s hands, so precious to him, almost blue from the cold? And he thinks you’ll just curl up in his sleeping bag and doze off while he suffers? 

“Holy shit, that must feel awful.” You free your other hand and bring it out of the bag enough to gesture that he should let you hold both of his, and he complies easily. The image of him kneeling next to you, hunched over so you can rub some life back into his fingers, while still mostly buried in a plush lime-green sleeping bag must look funny to an external viewer. All you can think about is how to convince him to strip down a little and get in there with you. 

He gently interlocks his fingers with yours when your movements slow down. “That’s so much better, angel, thank you. I’ll change my gloves and be more careful not to get them wet—”

Holding him like this, no matter the context, goes to your head. “No way I’m leaving you to freeze.” Before you can consider if the move is too revealing, you swipe your thumbs down the line of his index fingers, trying both to soothe him and draw him closer by the sheer strength of your longing alone. “You don’t have to keep guard or anything, you can just use your Observation Haki—”

“I promised Nami-san…” he protests, eyes downcast to stare at where you’re touching. You can’t tear your gaze away from his face—from the redness, first induced by the cold, now spreading all over from being alone with you. 

“Not true, you told Nami you’d stay awake and keep an eye out. You think she wants you to die of hypothermia or something?”

Sanji sighs. “No, of course not. And I guess if I catch a cold I won’t be able to properly take care of my favourite ladies.”

That drags a smile out of you. Sanji never misses an opportunity to act too cute for his own good. “Think of it however you need, as long as you get in here quickly.”

“In where?” he asks, one curled eyebrow raising tall on his forehead. “In there?”

“It’s your sleeping bag, and there’s some more space in here,” you try to explain. A good dose of mortification falls like lead into your stomach. Was that too forward? Have you been pressing too hard on the topic this entire time?

Sanji’s mouth hangs open for a moment, and his hands go slack in your hold. You take it as a sign to release him, some more of your courage waning. “More space—to fit both of us? In there? Together?”

“Sanji,” you groan, shuffling deeper down into your cocoon, hoping at this point that a portal will open at the bottom of it and swallow you whole. 

You can’t get over the embarrassment now that Sanji is acting so bewildered by the notion. Part of you, no matter how much insecurity you harbor about Sanji desiring you as much as you desire him—at times the thought feels absurd— believed he’d jump at the chance to get in bed with a girl, even just to sleep.

“No, hey, don’t hide! Come back up, darling,” Sanji coos. “I don’t want to say no, obviously.” Maybe he read your mind. “Why would I want to say no to such a wonderful offer?” Or maybe that strangely confident part of you was right. 

“Come in here, then,” you say without reemerging from the depths of the plush fabric. You realise anew how warm it is under there, and your blood starts pumping faster at the thought of Sanji squeezing in next to you and cuddling close to share that warmth. “So we can both sleep.”

“I—okay. I need to take off some of my clothes, is that okay? Or you’ll be the one freezing.”

You nod before you remember that he can’t see you. “Y-yeah, no problem.” He could strip naked and let you kiss every inch you can reach in such proximity—that would be ideal—but you’ll take a Sanji with three layers on over no Sanji any day of the week. 

You listen to the sounds of shuffling, metal buttons popping open, and quiet curses when his coat drops to the floor and Sanji can feel the cold tenfold. You pretend you’re being very patient, but the way you’re tapping the toes of one foot against the others tells another story. 

“Darling?” he calls, hesitating after he’s taken his shoes off. “My trousers are kind of damp, I can’t—”

“Take those off, too, then,” you interrupt him with the most indifferent, placid tone you can fake. Sanji wears shorts sometimes, when they’re in a stretch of hot weather on the Grand Line, but even his swimwear is usually on the longer side and quite baggy. You’ve only ever seen a few inches above his knees, so your excitement at the prospect of seeing his bare legs borders on comical.

Not that you see much of anything now, either. Sanji manages to take off his pants while hiding most of his body from view, as if he needs to be ashamed of anything, with a physique like his, and the dim light blurs the details of what you can observe. You think his boxers have a heart print on it, but it’s not a safe bet. 

Sanji crawls closer to the edge of the sleeping bag, and you signal once again that he should get in by unzipping the side. “Thanks,” he says, voice huskier than his usual. 

Your breath stays suspended in your lungs as he slips inside next to you. Despite his efforts to not touch you, the space he’s trying to squeeze himself into is smaller than a single bed, and your sides slide together as he lays down. He murmurs a few sorry’s as it happens, but his earlier protests seem to have died down completely.

When the warmth has had a moment to sink into him, he lets out a tremulous sigh of relief—it’s obvious that he needed a break from the harsh weather, and still he never would have asked for it. Your heart constricts painfully at the tremors that shake Sanji's body. He's still trying so hard to keep his teeth from chattering, but there's little he can do for everything else. 

“You've got to stop,” you beg. There's enough anger over Sanji's self-sacrificing tendencies to turn it into a command. 

Sanji tries and fails to shuffle back within the confines of the sleeping bag. “Sorry,” he whispers shakily, “it should get better soon.”

Frustration and fondness form an unlikely mix that grips tight around your throat. “No, no, Sanji, come on.” You move a foot blindly, hooking it around Sanji's calf to still his retreat. “I didn't mean stop shaking or moving. Stop doing stuff like this to yourself.”

“Ah, Mellorine—” Sanji mumbles, and you know, you feel it in your bones, he's going to try and downplay his near-hypothermia and shower you with compliments to deflect your worry. Be it the late hour, the pressure behind your eyes that demands you close them and sleep; be it how cold Sanji still feels or the sweet ache in your bones at being so close to him—whatever it is that imbues you with courage, you decide you won't let him get away with that this time. 

“I don't wanna hear it.” You were hoping to get it out with a firmer tone, but you sound on the verge of tears instead. “Shut up and let me help.”

You reach out, fingers bumping into his shoulder, the soft material that surrounds you pushing and pulling. It seems more than happy to get you closer, folding over your bodies as you shift enough to feel Sanji's chest on yours. 

Shielded by the shadows that cover your face, your lids flutter at the novel sensation. You'd feel ashamed of the tendrils of pleasure slowly pulsing in time with your heartbeat, since, after all, you got this man in your sort-of bed for medical-adjacent reasons, but…it's Sanji. He's never shown anything but breathless gratefulness at being touched by a woman. 

Just in time to squash any lingering doubt, you hear his breath hitch at the contact. He dissolves into a long shiver that breaks his resolve, and suddenly you're gripping him tighter, nose in his fine hair, knees knocking together before you raise one thigh over his. 

Sanji moans softly, in obvious and innocent pleasure now that your body heat is enveloping him properly. “Oh, ‘t feels so nice,” he stutters over your neck, “you really are an angel. Thank you, darling.” 

You almost thank him back on instinct. You might feel nice to him, but he's perfect in your arms, cuddled up as best as he can against you like he wants to sink into you. Gladly, you hold him tighter, burning up now that you have him in such close proximity—your face might as well be on fire, heart pumping hot blood like an overworked engine. He must be able to hear it. Surely all the layers of clothing between you are not enough to muffle the sound of it exploding out of your ribs. 

“You're so silly,” you mumble instead. His hair smells superficially like faint smoke, and like artificial mint from his shampoo when you brush your nose between the soft locks. “Your hands okay?”

You barely bite back a pet name at the end of the sentence. Sanji shuffles to get his arms folded between the two of you, and his closed fists are frigid when they bump into your stomach. “Mh, they've felt better, but it's okay. I’m also pretty sure my toes are all attached, but who knows—’t’s not like I can feel them.” 

You huff a laugh, and his face opens into a boyish smile. You can't see it, only sense his cheeks where his face is touching the naked skin of your neck. ”You joke, but we better check.” At the bottom of the sleeping bag, where there’s more room for movement, you have to swipe your own feet forward before you manage to meet his. Sanji, for all his insistence on being ready for bad weather, hadn’t bothered with proper boots or heavy socks. You hiss in sympathy at how cold his naked ankles really are when you touch them. 

“Sanji, your leg can catch on fire, how did it get this bad?” you mumble into his hair. 

Sanji’s little content sigh that he lets out when your warmer skin stays in contact with his just about breaks you. “I gotta be at least a little mad for the fire thing, Mellorine,” he explains, dismissing the topic with a gentle shake of his head. “You shouldn’t worry so much about me, I’ll be just fine. Don’t let me keep you awake any longer, please.”

You bite your bottom lip to hold back your own plea, wishing you could infuse the very air around the two of you with all that joyful, desperate fondness Sanji evokes in you. He could soak it all up, too tangible to doubt, and he’d feel soothed and weightless as if he’d just lowered his tired body into a hot bath. Frightened as you are to speak your feelings for him out loud, the best you can do is fumble to hold his hands. “We’ll both rest when you’re all better.” Before you can second-guess your intentions, you bring Sanji’s hands under the hems of the shirt and tank top you’re wearing. The first overwhelming impression is that you just shoved ten icicles up against your flank, but the knowledge that a part of Sanji’s body you’ve fantasised about one too many times is now under your clothes is enough to make you melt. 

“Keep ‘em there, it’s warmer,” you choke out quickly, not trusting what your voice will reveal if you let your desire to fully set in. 

“Miss, I—that’s—” Sanji stutters. His palms press more firmly into the dip of your waist, only for a moment. “You’re too good to me,” he settles on eventually.

Your vision is tinted blue from the moonlight filtering through the tent’s walls, and Sanji’s humid breath trickling down the collar of your shirt is making a haze settle over all your thoughts; all in all, this is starting to feel more like a dream you’ve had a thousand times. The oneiric atmosphere is not conductive to make well-thought out choices—but maybe that’s what you’ve needed this whole time. You could have had Sanji like this months ago if you’d found the courage to make the first move. 

While he’s mumbling more of his thanks, throwing a couple more Miss in there like the title is not making your cunt throb, you grab both his wrists and slide his hands up towards your solar plexus. You’re not wearing a bra, which Sanji notices with an accidental brush of his fingertips and remarks on with a gasp that silences his words. He lets you properly slide an arm under his neck, and soon enough you have him moulded comfortably to your frame—entwined legs included. 

“Try to rest, ‘kay?” you tell him. Your thumb swiping back and forth on his nape seems to do the trick; Sanji’s one visible eye slips shit after a couple of slow blinks.

“You, too. Goodnight, angel.”

He goes out like a light. You try to fall asleep, you really do—perhaps it’s physically not possible to do so when your body is firing on all cylinders, begging you to get some sort of sexual relief. Just knowing that Sanji’s legs are naked, meanwhile you are wearing stupid fucking clothes that keep you from feeling his skin on yours, is driving you insane. A couple of minutes of staring off into nothingness while listening to Sanji’s steady breathing calms you down just a notch, so at least now your heartbeat isn’t an active bomb threat anymore, but you’re a far cry from relaxed.

After a while, Sanji starts grumbling and moving in his sleep. You attempt to soothe him by petting his hair, whispering sweet nothings that he won’t remember, but it only gets worse until he wakes up with a confused call of your name. 

He stiffens for a second upon opening his eyes, and you let him move back a little from your embrace. Is he still in pain from the hours spent outside? Were you touching him too much while he slept?

“You okay?” you ask tentatively.

“Mh? Yeah, sorry! I woke you up again?” Sanji refuses to meet your eye. His fingers twitch over your stomach, and he seems shocked to find them still there under your shirts, right before sliding them out. 

The loss of contact saddens you more than you thought possible. “Kind of, I had just dozed off,” you lie. “It looked like you were having a nightmare, though, I was worried.”

“It did? I don’t remember what I was dreaming.” You swear a blush spreads on his face, but the faint moonlight doesn’t help you decipher his expression that well. “I’m good now, darling. Let’s go back to sleep, I promise I won’t wake you up again—I wouldn’t want my princess to be tired tomorrow.”

His princess. That’s a low blow—you can’t argue with him after that. You only nod, bidding him goodnight again, and you’re gifted one of those beautiful smiles of his. 

Determined to not act like a freak this time, and just relax and doze off for real instead of sniffing his hair or whatever the hell you were about to do earlier, you try to settle in a more comfortable position. The goal is not achieved, since you accidentally press one thigh over Sanji’s front, and feel—

“Ah, fuck,” Sanji says under his breath when you gasp. He’s very clearly hard, enough that you can half guess the length of his cock, that’s how obvious it is. 

So he was blushing, and he was not having a nightmare. How did you miss this when you were half on top of him? 

If you were aroused before, it pales in comparison to the sudden, violent heat that starts in your stomach and quickly pools low between your legs. It’s like you got sucker-punched by desire, so much so that you lose your breath with that gasp, and can’t find words to defuse the situation. 

Sanji tries to shuffle away from you, instinctively raising on one elbow like he wants to jump out of the bag. The way he’s pulling on the fabric makes you roll closer to him, and it’s all you can do not to moan when suddenly not only you can feel his erection, but your cunt is pressed so, so nicely over his own thigh. The unfairness of the situation hits you: Sanji can’t hide his physical reaction, meanwhile you’ve been getting wetter and wetter since he got in there with you, and he’ll remain none-the-wiser unless you shove his hand down your underwear. 

The thought of those long, lithe fingers playing with your clit almost makes you black out. You’re trying to stay lucid, but you’d like to see someone else coping with a wet dream come to life. 

“Damn it, I—I’m sorry, I can’t control it. I mean, I can control myself! Just, not it,” Sanji babbles, clearly building up to something close to panic. “It’ll go away, I promise, sorry. I mean…okay, it’ll go away if I stop touching you, that’s what I was trying to do. You’re just…so soft and warm. And pretty, duh! Oh God, why am I still talking. Make it stop, please.”

You snake a hand up his chest until you can press your palm over Sanji’s mouth. You catch him mid-word, but the sentence dies down quickly with a tortured bitten-back lament.

“Calm down,” you say softly. If you sound breathier than intended, it's because you can't hope to hide all signs of your demanding arousal. “It's okay, Sanji. You didn't do anything bad, did you?”

Sanji stares at you for a moment with huge watery eyes, the usually hidden one left more visible by his fringe all knocked askew. 

“Did you?” you prompt him.

His lids drop lower, as he exhales a warm breath over your hand as he relaxes his body at your request. He shakes his head without removing your palm from over his mouth.

You do it for him. “Everything’s fine.” Sanji should never look this unsure and embarrassed, especially around you. You adore him, he’s your favourite everything. Isn’t it obvious? “Sweetheart, lay back down. You’re letting the cold in.”

Sanji’s eyes go wide again, be it because of the first pet name you’ve dared use for him, or the reminder that his seated position is keeping the sleeping bag half open. With one smooth move, he’s laying on his side once again, one hand clutched on the open hem to squish it closer to your bodies. 

“Why aren’t you kicking me out?” he whispers after he’s settled. He bites back a sound when you shift your hips just enough to satiate your curiosity—yes, he’s still hard, and yes, touching his cock even through all the layers of clothes has the same electrifying effect on you the second time as it did the first. “It’s going to be like this all night, Miss,” he commiserates, a little whine behind his tone that snaps whatever composure you had left. 

“Sanji, are you really that blind?” you ask in the near darkness. You cup his cheek in one hand, tucking whatever you can of his fringe behind his ear. “You haven’t figured it out?”

He frowns like he’s either worried or confused, and part of you can’t blame him—you’ve never  spoken to him this way, voice trembling with excitement. You enjoy what you can see of Sanji’s flushed face framed by your fingers, then you close the distance to kiss him. 

With great effort, you keep that first touch brief and chaste. The tip of his nose is cold where it presses gently on your cheek, his lips a little dry, but you enjoy immensely both that perfect cupid bow of his and the tickling sensation of his moustache. When you pull back a millimetre, which is all the distance you can bear to put between you, you’re awash in goosebumps and hot shivers. “I want you, too,” is all you can manage to say to fill the silence.

“Oh,” Sanji replies, “oh, I must still be dreaming.” He nuzzles into your hand, his own freeing the sleeping back to clutch your wrist instead. “I hope I don’t wake up too soon.”

A dopey smile opens on your face—you’re sure you look stupid with love and desire—and you want to put two coherent words together and tell this beautiful smooth-talker that he’s very much awake, or stuck in your dream if anything, but Sanji kisses you again. 

This one doesn’t end quickly; if you have it your way, this one won’t end at all. Sanji tilts his head and slots your lips together with a wanton moan muffled by the contact. Your finger sinks in the soft locks of his hair, slipping like fresh water between your digits as you caress him. There’s not enough space to move freely, to roll on top of him or pull him until he can lay all his weight on you—phantom feelings you’ve chased through your daydreams hundreds of times, and are now just out of reach, but what you get is enough. It’s everything. Sanji moving his arm out of the way so he can wrap you in a half-hug and squish your chests together; your leg pushed between his so you can properly get his flat abdomen and hard cock right up against you. 

His breath hitches as his hips roll forward. With the grip you have on his hair, you instinctively tug his head back, breaking the wet kiss just in time to hear his breathy moan. “No, please, more. Wanna kiss you more,” he begs—and really, who would say no to such a request?

You lick his bottom lip just to put to rest the demon that once made you stare at Sanji’s side profile while he cooked for way too long, whispering in your ear his lips are so plump, wouldn’t they look good on a girl? You don’t know about that, but they are extremely kissable.

At the time you thought that Sanji, who strives to be a real gentleman—emphasis on the man—would be freaked out by those thoughts…seeing how he’s behaving now, maybe that’s not the case. Maybe he’d enjoy being talked to and handled like a precious little thing. Still, you abstain for now, horrified by the idea that you could ruin this long-awaited moment, and content yourself with kissing him silly.

Well. Calling what you're doing to him kissing is an euphemism; you're licking into his mouth as if with enough effort you could taste his soul, and when the push and pull of your bodies separates your lips, he lets you curl your tongue around his in the open air before you pull back properly. 

“‘M so hard, I could come just from this,” Sanji mumbles while you move down to suck over the pulse point on his neck. Your eyes are closed, but they still roll back into your skull when the fading scent of his aftershave fills your senses. 

“You won't have to,” you promise. You grasp at him blindly through the tangle of your limbs and the obstructive plush fabric all around. Sanji, sweet angel, perfect boy, arches to push his hips right into your palm. 

You let out a giggle and a dreamy sigh on the tail end of it when you manage to properly palm his hard cock, even if just above his boxers. You’d be embarrassed by the sound if you were lucid. There are many times when your affection for Sanji simmers gently and far away from lust, but this isn't one of those times.

Sanji stiffens at the first stroke you clumsily give his cock, just to quickly melt again in your arms. “Please, let me touch you, too.” His hands run down your form until he can hook his fingers into the waistline of your pants. “I want you to feel good with me.”

You nod with an enthusiastic hum of assent against the skin of his neck. The first touch of Sanji's fingertips on the naked skin usually covered by the hem of your underwear almost makes you jolt. You follow suit, shoving your hand inside his boxers. “Oh, fuck, yesyesyes,” Sanji mumbles before you’ve even done anything, just closed your fist around the tip of his cock. He’s leaking just enough to smooth the way as you play with him, teasing strokes and swipes of your thumb on the slit. 

It’s not that you’re being mean on purpose, eking out his pleasure like he might just run out if you get too greedy—you’re just so distracted by what he’s doing to you. Already, he had the unfair advantage of your near-obsession with his hands, born mostly from his insistence that they must be reserved for loving acts. He usually means cooking, of course, but Sanji has never hesitated to hold, carry, protect and serve the women in his life with his hands…so can you be blamed for getting ideas? You feel vindicated for each dirty thought you’ve ever had about them in the here and now. As soon as you raise your thigh high on his hip to leave him some space, Sanji slides his hand fully into your panties and cups your pussy like he’s cherishing being allowed to touch you so intimately. He doesn’t leave you waiting for something more substantial, quickly moving to sink his middle finger between your labia, gathering the copious amount of slick wetness. You have one moment to wish he had just pushed inside you before he starts drawing circles over your clit instead, and then the choice to just let him do whatever he wants is easily made. 

“How are you so wet for me? I barely touched you,” he asks with a tone that should be reserved for his first glimpse of the All Blue. 

You almost laugh at that. “I’ve been wet since you took off your pants,” you admit, “and then you kept calling me Miss—”

Sanji tilts his head to make eye contact with you, forcing your mouth away from the delectable line of his neck. “Wait, you like being called Miss? Really?” He has no business sounding shyly pleased; you suspect he uses the title specifically to elicit this sort of reaction—or is it that you have a heightened appreciation for it? You’ve never thought to ask the other girls what they think about it…Nami’s teasing over it would be brutal.

“Don’t take too much advantage of it!” Your pout robs the intimation of its strength, but Sanji’s eyes drop to stare at your lips like he’s hungry to get another taste, and you finish off the attempt at distracting him with a good series of strokes up and down his cock that he seems to really appreciate. He lets out a guttural moan that you’re sure whoever is sleeping in the tent next to you must have heard even above the wind now raging outside.

Sanji must take your renewed efforts as a sign to up the ante himself, and finally he slips a finger inside you. He figures out roughly two seconds in that quick and shallow thrusts make you writhe in pleasure, knowledge he has no qualms abusing until you’re shaking, lingering on the precipice of an orgasm. 

You’re still trying to give him the attention he deserves, but you know your movements over his cock have gone artless and a bit sloppy. “Mmghfuck, Sanji—” you moan through your teeth, biting the neckline of his shirt. You want to kiss him and lick wherever you can but your body is acting on its own. You think you add something along the lines of gonna come, just for you, baby, you want that? but you can’t be sure; maybe you’re just mewling nonsense with your face hidden in his neck. 

Whatever he hears, it’s enough to get Sanji very excited. “Yes, holy fuck, you’re perfect. So good for me.” You don’t know how he does it, but in a quick move he lifts you to lay more heavily on top of him with his free arm, locking it around your waist to keep you still. He’s got two fingers pumping in and out of you with no reprieve, but he hazards a guess and slides them out to focus on your clit again. In an ideal situation you’d like both things at the same time—hell, in an ideal situation you’d be bouncing on his cock already—but at this point you want to come, and being played with like this will get you there. You're clutching both hands around his sides now, palming at his abs, and Sanji’s erection is pressed tight over your hip. He doesn’t complain, taking advantage of how his underwear is riding too low on his hips to grind against you and seek out some friction.

“Like this okay, darling?” he asks with a murmur in your ear. You nod fervently. “Fuck, I really can’t believe this. My whole hand is wet, you’re dripping. Next time—can I—I want to lick until you’re coming on my tongue, I need to know what you taste like.”

Your eyes fly open, all the muscles in your legs and abdomen tensing with pleasure at Sanji’s words, the rumble of his voice thick with desire, the mental image of his blond head buried between your legs. That almost does you in, but the promise of a next time brings a realization—now I can have him like this again and again and again—that makes you fall over the edge. You come with your cheek pressed on his solid chest, one of Sanji’s hands now closed around the back of your neck, your voice stuck in your throat. Wave after wave of shivers run down your spine, wracking your body even as you’re coming down from the high, because Sanji won’t stop rubbing wet circles over your clit. 

“Stop, stop, I need a breather,” you complain, trying to escape his touch—but not really. Even as you’re supposedly squirming away from him, between the stifling top of the sleeping bag, and your leg locked around his hips, it’s clear that you’re right where you want to be. 

Sanji relents, sliding his fingers out of your now-ruined underwear. “Sorry, my love, you just sound so good while lost in pleasure.” He squeezes you in a full hug, pressing a few kisses over the crown of your head. “I can’t believe you let me do that…”

“I didn’t let you do anything. And there’s nothing strange about a woman wanting you like this, Sanji.” You tilt your head up, trying to meet his eye. “You know that, right?”

Shily, he allows the eye contact. You wish it wasn’t so dark in here, but the stronger winds must have brought clouds to cover the moon, and the lanterns Sanji had lit outside had long since died. You can’t see the stunning blue of his irises. 

“If you say so, darling,” he says, much to your chagrin. You hate how often you have witnessed Sanji being rejected, and in hindsight, by virtue of dismissing his advances as unserious, you have contributed to it. But he must have had his fair share of sexual experiences if he can bring a woman to orgasm as easily as he just did with you. 

You hope to have the opportunity to ask him about it. The urge to get to know him better, to be closer in all meanings of the terms, is stronger than ever—but now is not the time. You’ve got something else to focus on. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to believe me. I can just show it to you.” You manage with some more wiggling to get your pants and underwear at least halfway down your thighs. “You thought I was going to leave you hanging, baby? We can’t, uh, go all the way…not right now, I don’t have protection—” you start to explain while trying to slide a bit further up his body.

Sanji starts shaking his head, eyes as wide as saucers. “Oh, no, you don’t have to do anything for me! I can’t possibly ask for more!”

You kiss his lips to silence him. Sanji whines like a wounded animal when you raise yourself just enough to hold his cock again—he has not gone soft despite the lack of stimulation, which doesn’t shock you. This is Sanji, after all. 

“I’ll come and stain your clothes and make a mess,” he says all in a rush, his fingers spasming around your hips. 

“Ssh, it’s okay. Don’t worry about anything, just let me take care of you.” You bring his cock between your legs, forcing them open despite the pant’s waistline pressing into your skin; when you’ve got the hard length pressed over your bare cunt you get your hand back on Sanji’s chest and squeeze your thighs.

You don’t know what feels best for him—clenching your legs as tight as you can, or to leave more space to swing your hips up and down—but whatever you try, Sanji vocally loves it. Despite how cold he had felt when he first got in the sleeping bag with you, he’s now burning up just like you, and you’re both starting to sweat under your clothes. You can feel him leak more precum when you raise up as far as you can and squeeze just the head of his cock between your thighs.

“Oh God, Miss,” he breathes out at that move. His hands slide down to grope your ass, and the feeling of him kneading the muscle there to his heart’s content makes your eyelids flutter. 

“Feels good, baby?” you ask. The question is redundant, but dammit, you want to hear him say it.

Sanji nods with a hum, lips parted and his cute little curled brow frowning in pleasure. “Yes! Yes, you feel perfect, you’re so soft. I would stay between your legs forever if you let me.”

Oh, this man. He doesn’t know how badly he drives you crazy, even when he’s just babbling the first thought he had. You lean down to dip your tongue in his mouth, your hands firmly planted over his pecs. He accepts the kiss easily, moaning each time you nibble his bottom lip or snap your hips down with more vigor. You pull back with a string of saliva still pulling between your mouths. “Next time you can fuck me like this,” you promise. Your mind is clouded with lust again, and you have half a mind to reach down and angle his cock so you can sink down on him for real, but you hold onto sanity enough to avoid that. “As soon as we’re back on the Sunny. You want that?”

“I’ve wanted that since the first time I saw you,” Sanji replies. He grips your ass more firmly, guiding you into moving faster. “I’m so close, please, just keep going.”

You don’t know if you can believe something like that said in the heat of the moment, but either way, he’s just so cute. In your imagination Sanji has been everything from the experienced lover that blows your mind to a playful partner that laughs with you in the middle of sex, and you’ve loved all those versions that existed in your head—but if the real one is this submissive and needy, you have no complaint. Reducing such a powerful and competent man to a moaning mess is nothing short of intoxicating. 

Gladly, you keep doing what you’ve been doing. Sanji begs for another kiss, and keeps you so busy with it that you realise he’s coming only when he gasps open-mouthed over your lips. Hot liquid drips over the back of your thighs—you spare him the overstimulation he inflicted on you earlier, out of the goodness of your bleeding heart, but it’ll be a while before you even consider unclenching your legs from around his cock.

Sanji takes in one last shuddering inhale, and all but melts into the thin mattress underneath him. One wet kiss pressed to his cheek, and you feel him smile as wide as when he serves you, Nami, and Robin some snacks and he gets to listen to all three of you compliment his cooking at the same time. 

“Mh, it’s too hot in here now,” you note with humour, “don’t you think?”

“It’s ‘cause I’m burning up for you, Mellorine,” Sanji replies. You huff a laugh when he attempts an exaggerated wink, which doesn’t work when one of his eyes is completely covered by ruffled hair. 

You slide a little to the side, keeping in mind the streaks of come splashed on your skin as you do so. Sanji lets out a saddened sigh when you’re not pressed skin-to-skin with him anymore, but you’re still so close, your heads only barely peeking out of the sleeping bag. 

“You were right, you did make a mess.” You’ll have to take off your pants off and use them to clean yourself and Sanji somehow—or maybe he’ll volunteer his boxers for the job, still pushed barely down his legs—as soon as you have the energy. 

“Ah, sorry…I usually have very good manners, I swear.” The apology seems genuine, but Sanji is just too giddy to sound contrite. “Hey, can I ask you something? But I don’t want to ruin the moment.”

You smile at him. Now that the adrenaline peak is fading away, your eyelids are once again heavy and ready to stay closed for a good six hours at least. “You can’t ruin it, Sanji.”

“You have a lot of faith in me, darling.”

“Just ask, dummy.”

He clears his throat, embarrassed by his own stalling. “I know that I-I said something about doing this again first, but then you said it, too, and I just—I don’t know if you meant it. Because I did. So, would you like to…?”

“Would I like to? Baby, I’m gonna wear you out.” You would sound much more convincing if you weren’t actively falling asleep. “I’ll ask Franky to build a secret bedroom, and no one will ever see us again,” you mumble before being interrupted by a yawn.

You feel the warmth of Sanji’s fingers caressing your cheekbone, the line of your jaw. You smile thinking of how this started, with Sanji’s poor hands cold as ice shoved under your shirts. 

“I’ll ask you a few hundred times more in the morning, sweetheart. You’re about to pass out, I’ll clean you up myself, okay?”

You think you nod, or maybe you just hum a vague affirmative sound. The last thing you remember, with the rumbling of the wind and the distant raging of the ocean lulling deeper into sleep, is Sanji pressing a kiss on your neck, warm and heavy with affection. 

Omfg. I've had this idea for a while and jumped at the chance to write it when I saw that it could work for my assignment in this exchange. Huge shoutout to @twoflowers for passing onto me the "Sanji calls women 'miss' intstead of using honourifics" demon, as you can all see I've used and abused that idea.

[brairslair]

your monster trio nsfw headcanons were immaculate (seriously Zoro's was PERFECTION) could you do the same for Law and Ace?

@valkyrie-sun-walker

yes ofc! and thank youuu 💓💓 i got the 2nd req from a wonderful anon after i started writing this, so i decided to combine the two! here ya go mls :)

part 2 to this post

18+ ONLY (minors… 👉🏻🚪)

a/n: just me lusting over these men so ofc they’re all yappers, + i apologize to any usopp enjoyers for making usopp’s section a lil shorter 💌

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“see what you do to me?”

law:

tough guy syndrome TM

puts on a cold front, but will wear flowers in his hair if you pick them for him

the kinda guy who can dish it out but can’t take it

in every sense

he can say the most flirtatious, descriptive, borderline pornographic shit to you with a smirk on his face

but the second you return the same attitude, he gets all flustered and fumbles over his words

he acts all dominant and in control when he’s making your eyes roll into the back of your head, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear

he takes great pride in his affect on you

“feels good, yeah?”

but when you take the reigns, he literally turns into a puddle at your fingertips

- “cat got your tongue?”

“shut up-”

clearly a switch

specifically a bratty sub + mean dom switch

so basically just a little bitch 24/7

when he’s a mean dom tho, he is a fucking mean dom

he’ll edge you until your crying from frustration, and then make you cum over and over until you lose count

“honey, are those tears? it’s just too much for you, isn’t it”

“you wanna be a good little slut for me, don’t you? then hold it.”

“count down from ten, nice and slow, and don’t you dare fucking cum until you get to one”

has a choking kink (giving and receiving)

also really likes to use toys on you, or watch you use them yourself

his favorite tho is your wand vibrator

he’ll hold it against your clit until you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and you’re eyes are watering from overstimulation

or he’ll push it against you while he thrusts into you at a brutal pace, making you feel so much pleasure all at once that you see white behind your eyelids

he’s not a huge fan of pda, unless he’s jealous, and then he’s got you pressed against a wall with his tongue down your throat

if you get needy while he’s busy, he’ll make you ride his thigh

he’ll continue on with his work, acting as if you aren’t even there soaking through his jeans

his gentle hand on your hip, dick already hard against your knee, and a soft “good job, baby” when you cum are the only indicators that he was paying attention at all

get’s rly cocky when he catches u staring at his chest/back/tattoos

even worse when it’s his hands

will 100% use it against you to tease you all the time

will put his hands on your waist/thigh if he catches you looking for too long in public

then later he’ll make you come on his fingers and keep his mouth running the whole time

“bet this is what you were thinking about, huh. staring at my my fingers all day? couldn’t help it, could you?”

“oh, you can take more than that. cmon, one more”

“awh baby, i can feel you squeezin me already. you wanna cum so bad, don’t you sweetheart? not yet.”

he’ll get you right to the edge just to slow down to an agonizing pace and then make you beg him to let you cum

then he’ll have you suck his fingers clean

he’s a menace

but he’s also really good at aftercare, and will tell you how well you did and make you feel so loved and relaxed

now, as a bratty sub…

he is such a pain in the ass

he knows every way to get under your skin and get you exactly where he wants you

when you’re kissing him he’ll fight you for dominance even though he’s clearly losing

makes sassy ass comments whenever you speak just to piss you off

he could literally already be doing something but refuse if you tell him to

- “take off your pants”

“say please”

even when he admits defeat, he’ll continue to run his mouth for as long as possible before his brain turns to mush

if you use your mouth on him, it’s over

he’ll go from being a brat, to gripping the sheets in seconds

once you shut his brain off, he’s a total mess

his hands and mouth sloppy and all over you

when you ride him, he can’t take his eyes off of where your bodies meet, groaning at the wet sounds of your slick with every bounce

when he does look up at you he almost busts as soon as he sees your proud smile and blown out eyes looking down at him

his moans are loud and gravelly, and he’s desperately gripping at your hips, and whining, and cursing, and panting in your ear

the only words he seems to remember are “fuck” and your name

he loves it when your mean

- “you don’t get to touch unless you ask nicely. go on.”

“oh fuck- please”

also low key a sucker for light bondage (both ways)

acts like he doesn’t like when you mark him up because he doesn’t want other people to see, but it’s actually because every time he see’s your work on his skin he wants to pounce on you

and he can’t have that 24/7 now can he (i wish tho tbh)

will bite on your shoulder when you finally let him cum, leaving dainty little tooth shaped bruises behind like a medal

and of course, a few minutes after he comes down from his high, he goes right back to being a little shit

ace:

such a cocky motherfucker

but in a cute endearing way

also allergic to shirts apparently, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t to show off for you at least a little

but he get’s all proud when he notices you ogling him

he’d say somthing goofy like

“like what you see?”

while wiggling his eyebrows

he is a messy kisser

like super sloppy

he just can’t get over how lucky he is to even be able to have your company, or be able to touch you at all, so getting to kiss you blows his mind a little and makes it short circut

soft dommmm

ace just wants to take care of you

he loves to slowly make you fall apart over and over, being there to be your anchor

but he’s also super talkative

“that’s it, princess. keep making those pretty noises for me, yeah?”

“just like that, keep going. doing such a good job”

“just a little more baby, you can take it”

loves eating you out, and he’s good at it

he likes to hold your hips down with one arm, and use his other hand to stretch you open

goes insane if you pull his hair

will put your legs over his shoulders

both a tits and ass guy

will bury his face in either and be perfectly content if he suffocates

he’s always kissing some part of you, wether its your lips, your neck, your thighs, your wrists, doesn’t matter because his mouth is on you

absolutely loves hearing your sounds, especially if you’re whimpering and whining

hearing you be so needy all for him drives him up the wall

kind of a dumbass sometimes, but can surprisingly lead to amazing sex sometimes

doesn’t realize how everyone ogles him wherever he goes

and he certainly doesn’t realize when other girls are throwing themselves at him

you know he doesn’t intentionally engage, but it’s still hard to not feel jealous watching the interactions

but when he notices you’re jealous… oh boy

he gets SO cocky (like more obnoxious than usual)

“awh, baby, are you jealous?”

“you know i only have eye’s for you”

“want me to prove it?”

and he will

he’d bring your hand to his dick, allowing you to feel how hard he is already

“see what you do to me?”

“this is all yours, baby”

“i’m alllll yours”

and then he’d proceed to fuck you until your legs are shaking, heat burning in your chest from overstimulation

but he makes sure to reassure you that he didn’t even notice the other girls intentions, because the only girl that he cares about is you <3

he’s not the jealous type himself, because he knows there’s no need to be

he trusts you, and he believes you when you tell him how much you love him

however, he does not trust other people

therefore, he is extremely protective of you

he’s honestly into pda

he just loves showing you off any chance he gets

one thing about ace is he will talk you through it

and he’ll hold your hand the whole time too

“yeahhh, there you go, princess”

“mm, there’s my girl”

“go on baby, soak me”

does the tummy push thing

also does the knee thing

goes feral if he sees you in any of his clothes

especially his hat

this is a “save a horse ride a cowboy” relationship

loves to put his weight on you, still being careful not to squish you

he just wants to be as close to you as humanly possible

and he’ll pin your hand’s above your head with one of his, interlacing your fingers

gets super giddy and proud when he fucks you dumb

“look at you, all pretty and fucked out”

“lettin me fuck you dumb, huh? lettin me fuck your brains out?”

“fuck, you can’t even think anymore, can you? feel too good to think, huh pretty girl”

he’s a biter and will sometimes leave marks, but he is not sorry

temperature play perhaps

is a fan of cockwarming

im also an avid believer in gamer bf ace

so he’ll have you just sit on his dick while he’s gaming, feeling you pulse and twitch around him in restraint

every once in a while he’d move his hips just enough to make you gasp, but then back to nothing

if you do move your hips he holds them still, reminding you of your agreement

he’ll make you sit there, almost completely still until you’re pleading and whimpering for him to let you move

“go ahead, pretty girl”

“take what you need”

he will buy you lingerie, and he will lose his mind every time he sees you in something he bought for you

face sitting enthusiast

will say “i love you” during sex at least once

will also probably quote an action movie while balls deep inside of you and completely brush past it like it was nothing

no matter what pace is set, he fucks hard

he’ll lift your legs from around his hips to push them against your chest, because the angle feels so much deeper

he’ll gradually build up speed, just to slow back down when either of you gets too close, to make it last longer

this will go on until you’re begging

“shh, hey, it’s okay baby, i’ve got you”

“just let it build with me, hm? we have all the time in the world”

“promise it’ll feel sooo good”

and when you’ve both evened out your breathing, he smothers you with affection and makes sure to take good care of you

usopp:

he’s a sub, full stop.

tried to dom at first, but it was just not natural to him at all

still will try to act all tough and in control, but he’s in the palm of your hand in seconds every time

more than willing to do anything you ask of him

gets flustered SO easily

will become a total mess from the smallest things

he gets defensive when you tease him, but he secretly really enjoys it

thigh guy

face sitting fan #2

loves kissing you and would do it all day every day if he could

any amount of pleasure you give him will turn him into a babbling mess

he’ll just say anything honestly

“hmm- feels so good”

“pleasepleaseplease-”

“can i kiss you? please let me kiss you-”

little bit of a mommy kink but embarrassed about it

suuuuper reactive

was 100% a virgin before you, so you have to help guide him in the beginning

you also help him discover what he likes and dislikes

he has a massive praise kink

“good boy” has him panting and fisting the sheets

he also really likes your hands

the way you hold his jaw so firmly when you kiss him

or gently squeeze his shaft when you tease him through his boxers

and even how you press your thumb past his lips to stifle his noises as you make him cum in your fist

his moans are whiny and a soft, getting lost in the pleasure

“ohhh- wow”

once his brain is long gone, he honestly doesn’t talk much until he’s getting close

thats when the incoherent stuttering starts back up again

“you’re so- ahh- so good at that”

“don’t stop, don’t stop-”

“i think i’m gonna… i’m cumming”

when he does cum, he’s either whining your name like a broken record, or so fucked out all he can do is pant and gasp and paw at your skin

he’s also a crier when he gets overstimulated

always polite and says thank you <3

asks are open! <3

[goingsunnythousandmerry]

Helloo! Can I request some sub!monster trio smut pls? (Also, congrats on 100 followers!! <3)

Sub! Monster Trio x Reader - Zoro, Sanji, Luffy

Hey! Sorry it took me so long to get this written, but here you are. Enjoy! Request, comment, critique below! Let me know your thoughts if you wish. If you request I am unsure how long it will take me, but I am willing to try. I am also willing to expand to writing about JJK and AOT. Thank you for reading! Thank you for following!

I hope everyone has a great 2025!

Summary: Sub Monster trio smut- trying new things with Zoro, a typical tuesday with Sanji and he loves to serve, Luffy is needy and needs taught how to slow down.

Monster trio in this is post-time skip.

Warnings: MDNI, choking, face sitting, tying up, teasing, brat behavior, riding, pet names, fingering, praise, sub and dom behavior (using for pleasure), begging, i don't own these characters

Zoro:

Zoro was always in charge, and you loved it. Your boyfriend was never one to hesitate—blunt about his needs and wants, taking what he desired without question. But deep down, you longed to see him melt, to watch him lose control for once. You tried to make him beg, to push him to the edge and force him to wait. That thought lingered in your mind as the ship docked at a bustling port with an expansive marketplace. So you decide to find some rope…

That evening, the crew gathered for dinner. The table, as always, was a riot of chaos and laughter. You sat next to Zoro, his hand resting firmly on your thigh beneath the table, possessive but subtle enough that no one noticed. Luffy and Usopp were cracking jokes, their antics drawing loud, tearful laughter from Chopper. Brook sipped his tea, chuckling in his usual elegant manner, while Robin watched the chaos with her serene, knowing smile. Sanji flitted about, serving dessert plates to Nami, Robin, and you with his usual flair.

“Thanks, Sanji!” Nami said with a flutter of her lashes, her tone sweet enough to send the cook spinning into heart-eyed bliss.

Luffy lunged across the table to swipe someone’s dessert, only to be dragged back by Sanji and Franky, the latter shaking his head with a bemused grin. Jimbei sat quietly, sake cup in hand, his deep chuckle rumbling like distant thunder as he observed the scene.

Amid the familiar chaos, you leaned closer to Zoro, your lips just brushing the shell of his ear.

Zoro stilled momentarily, his grip on your thigh tightening just slightly. Then he exhaled slowly, lifting his sake cup to his lips to down the remainder in a single swig. He turned slightly, just enough for his dark eyes to meet yours. His expression was unreadable, but the faint smirk tugging at his lips and the sharp glint in his eye spoke volumes.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost casual, but heavy with intrigue.

You pulled back just enough to hold his gaze, a playful smile curving your lips.

“Patience,” you said, voice soft but full of promise.

Zoro stood up and excused himself, taking his dishes to the sink. Before exiting the room, he glanced over his shoulder, his dark eyes locking on yours for a brief moment. A small tilt of his head was all it took—a silent invitation meant just for you. The lively chaos of the crew around you served as the perfect distraction, ensuring no one noticed the exchange.

The crew had their suspicions about you and Zoro, but neither of you had ever confirmed anything outright. There were the occasional… sounds—questionable noises that went unexplained, or poorly explained when someone asked. But no one pried, respecting the unspoken boundaries. Even so, you and Zoro preferred to keep things discreet.

You let a few minutes pass, discussing hopes for future adventures with your crewmates and laughing at Luffy’s usual antics. The camaraderie felt light and warm, but your attention was elsewhere, anticipation simmering across your skin. Eventually, you stood and stretched, stifling a yawn.

“I’m exhausted,” you said, offering a sheepish smile. “Think I’ll turn in early.”

As always, Sanji was quick to intervene when you reached for your plate.

“Absolutely not! A lady never clears her own dishes,” he declared, whisking it away before you could protest.

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “Thanks, Sanji. Goodnight, everyone!” You say with a wave.

With that, you left the others to their meal and slipped away, the faint hum of laughter and clinking dishes fading as you headed down the hallway. You didn’t rush, your steps unhurried but deliberate, the promise of what awaited you adding a sway to your stride. By the time you reached your quarters, your heart was beating just a little faster.

Zoro was waiting.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, before opening the door. Zoro stood by your bed, casually caressing the rope you'd bought that day in his hand.

“Well, Princess,” he said, a teasing edge to his voice, “care to explain what this is for?”

You swallowed hard, your cheeks warming. “That’s... what I wanted to talk to you about,” you began, hesitating. You took a shaky breath then spoke, “Zoro, can I tie you up? I want to be in charge for once.”

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked from the rope to you, his sharp eyes glinting with curiosity. He exhaled slowly, considering your words. Zoro wasn’t the kind of man who easily surrendered control. He knew what he wanted, and he took it without hesitation.

But for you? Just this once, he was willing to try.

“Fine,” he said, at last, raising an eyebrow. “Just this once. But…” His smirk widened as he tossed the rope onto the bed beside him. “You’re going to have to make me.”

The challenge in his tone sent a spark of determination through you. Standing tall, you square your shoulders and step toward him. With a firm push, you guided him backward onto the bed.

He laughed, the sound low and warm, and nodded in mock surrender. “Alright, alright,” he murmured, his hands coming to rest on your waist as he pulled you on top of him.

You reached for his wrists, trying to pin them to his sides, but he resisted.

“I never said I’d make it easy,” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

“Zoro,” you said with a shake of your head, meeting his gaze.

His grin only widened as his hands tightened slightly on your waist, his eyes never leaving yours. Slowly, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his. The kiss started soft and teasing, your fingers threading into his hair. As you shifted your legs, straddling him, his lips pressed harder against yours, his hunger evident.

He was trying to take control again, his hands already sliding up your waist.

Not this time.

Your hand reached out, grabbing the rope from where he’d dropped it. You broke the kiss, pushing him firmly back against the bed.

“No, Zoro,” you said, your voice steady and commanding. “I’m in charge today. I’m tying you up for good measure. Now be a good swordsman and let me.”

His eyes flicked to yours, narrowing slightly in defiance, but there was a flicker of intrigue behind them.

“You’re going to learn patience for once,” you added, holding his gaze. “And if you’re good, you’ll be rewarded.”

You reached for the hem of his shirt, your fingers brushing against his skin as you pulled it up over his head. He chuckled softly, his amusement evident, as if entertained by your bold attempts at authority.

Next, your hands moved to the waistband of his pants, but before you could act, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist firmly. In one swift motion, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

“Princess, princess, princess…” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “You’re driving me crazy.”

A shiver ran down your spine, but you refused to back down. Turning your head to meet his gaze, your lips hovered close to his, and your eyes locked.

“Good,” you whispered.

His lips curved into a smirk. “Let’s just cut to the chase,” he said, his tone dripping with impatience as he pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Let me take care of you.”

You rolled your eyes, refusing to fall into his rhythm. With a firm push, you shoved him back against the bed, your hands pinning his arms at his sides.

“No,” you said, your voice steady and filled with determination.

He raised an eyebrow at you, but a flicker of approval glimmered in his dark eyes.

Before he could resist, you grabbed his wrists and secured them to the bedframe with the rope. He fought back slightly, his muscles tensing as you worked, his jaw tightening when the ropes cinched snugly around his wrists.

His gaze never left you. Those intense, lust-filled eyes burned into yours, his breathing growing shakier with each passing second.

You smiled, a mixture of triumph and anticipation, before shifting to the foot of the bed. His eyes followed your every move as you bent down and undid the zipper of his pants, slowly pulling them and his boxers down his legs. You tossed them to the side of the bed. Gripping his ankle one at a time tied his legs to the bed, securing him completely. His arousal grows from watching you. 

Zoro sat up as much as the restraints allowed, straining for a better view of you.

“Still fighting me, huh?” you teased, crawling up the bed to straddle him as you ran your fingers lightly down his chest.

His lips curled into a smirk, but he said nothing, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

He jerked forward against the restraints, the ropes straining as his muscles flexed. The urge to pull you close burned in his chest, frustration etched in every line of his face. His teeth ground together, and his ragged breaths only added to his irritation, the lack of control gnawing at him.

You tilted your head, studying him with a playful glint in your eye. “What’s wrong, baby? Do you need something?” you teased, your voice dripping with mock sympathy as you bit down on your lip, savoring the sight of him.

“What’s wrong baby..? Do you need something?” You say teasing, biting down on your lip as you take in the sight of him. 

His dark eyes narrowed, the heat in them growing as he leaned back against the headboard, forcing himself to breathe deeply. Slowly, a small grin spread across his lips, defiance and desire mingling in his expression.

“What now, Princess?” he asked, his voice rough but taunting, the nickname laced with challenge.

You smirked in response, crawling up the bed with deliberate slowness, closing the distance between you. Leaning in, you brought your lips to his ear.

The warm sensation of your breath sent shivers rippling through his body, his chest rising sharply as he instinctively leaned into you, only to be reminded by the ropes that he couldn’t move.

“Patience,” you whispered, your tone soft but commanding, the word lingering in the air like a promise.

“Now, I play,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his jaw as they trailed softly down his neck.

A shiver ran through his body, his squirming beneath you igniting a spark that spread like fire to your core. You let out a low, pleased moan as a deep growl rumbled from between his clenched teeth. Your tongue flicked over his neck, stopping at his collarbone, where your teeth sank into his skin just enough to make him gasp. A shaky groan slipped from Zoro’s lips. You then soothed the bite with gentle kisses, your eyes flicking up to meet his.

His body was tense, desire burning in the dark depths of his gaze. Slowly, you tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, lingering just long enough to leave him wanting. When you pulled back, your eyes danced between his lips and his lust-filled eyes.

“Zoro…” you murmur, your voice low and teasing. “What do you want? What do you need?”

He swallowed hard, his breath shaky as it escaped his chest. “You… I need you,” he whispered, the words raw and unsteady.

“And how do you want me..? You’ve been patient so far… I may be willing to reward you if you continue.” I say, raising my eyebrows at him. 

Your eyes stay locked on his, even as your lips begin their descent, trailing soft, deliberate kisses down his chest to his abdomen. The closer you move to his length the more his groans fill the air, rough and unrestrained. His hips buck with need. His arms strain against the ropes binding him, muscles flexing in frustration, forcing you to pause.

“Zoro, patience,” you purr.

His body stiffened, and a shudder ran through him as he exhaled shakily. You can feel the tension radiating from him. His length aching to be touched.

Your eyes trace the expanse of his long, toned torso, down to his hardened length, before meeting his gaze again. Slowly, you licked your lips and shifted your body to settle between his legs.

Zoro’s breath catches in his chest, his eyes fixed on you. No matter how many times he’d seen you like this, it never failed to ignite something primal within him. His legs tense, and his bound arms tug at the restraints, his body struggling to remain still, to remain unable to take you the way he wanted to. The raw hunger in his expression sends a thrill through you, and a knowing smile curls at your lips.

You firmly place a hand on his base causing Zoro to growl. He swallowed hard, his body quivering beneath your touch.  You lowered a second hand on his length, your hands barely wrapping around him completely. Licking your lips again, you inched your mouth towards letting your breath hit his tip. His toes curled, sending an electric sensation up his body. He pulled against his restraints more desperate for your touch.

“Y/N, please.” He begged.

You smile, “Beg more Zo.” You requested.

He swallowed hard, his voice soft and needy, “Please, Y/N. Need to feel your… mouth on me.”

With that, you lick his tip, one stroke. His breathing became rapid, weak groans escaping him. You breathe out on him again, lowering your head to his base. You stick out your tongue and trace up and down his length. After several swipes, you stop once more at his tip where you slide him between your soft pink lips. A weak ragged breath escapes him as you take him further in his mouth.

“Y/N.” He moans, his hands fighting his restraints wanting to put a hand on the back of your head to control your depth and speed.

You smirk against him, taking him into the back of your mouth. In response, he lets out a loud uncontrolled growl. Your hands settle on his legs and you start moving your lips up and down against him, shifting between deep and shallow strokes. The noises from your lips cause him to fight his restraints more. His hips buck up into your face.

You let out a soft chuckle and remove your lips from him. He gasps at the cool air hitting him. You wipe your mouth and shift your hands to his hips, pushing him down against the bed. He growls in response.

You lower your mouth back to him, swirling your tongue on his tip. You gently slide him across your tongue taking him into your mouth once again. After adjusting, your head bounces up and down between his legs, holding his length between your lips. His feet kicked at the bed frame, his head digging into the headboard. 

“Y/N. I’m going to…” he starts to speak but a groan cuts him off. 

You smiled against him, taking him as deep in your throat as you could. The tight sensation drove him wild. With a growl, he moaned and finished shooting down your throat. His body trembled under your touch and you slowly pulled him out from your lips.

“Great job, Zo.” You said before licking the mess that dripped down his length. When you were done you showed him your tongue to show you’d taken all of him. His chest heaves, his breath slowing. 

“Y/N. That was…” he started, a smirk growing on his face, but you cut him off. 

“Oh Zoro, we’re not done yet.” You said with a mischievous grin.

Sanji

Sanji was in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for tomorrow's meals. The thing about Sanji was that you could always count on him to take care of your needs. He was like your personal toy or a loyal puppy: obedient, eager, and willing to do whatever you asked, whether it be sit, stay, or lie down.

When you entered the kitchen, the soft sound of the door caught his attention. He was chopping vegetables, a lit cigarette perched between his lips as he worked. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, which he wiped away with a cloth draped over his shoulder. At the sound of your arrival, he glanced up, raising one of his signature curly eyebrows.

“Oh, Y/N,” he greeted, a warm smile gracing his lips. “You hungry? Need anything?” His eyes roamed down your figure briefly before returning to the task at hand.

It wasn’t the first time you’d wandered into the kitchen late at night while he worked. You both knew the routine and he loved it.

“You almost done?” you asked casually, leaning against the wooden counter beside him, your eyes waiting patiently for him to meet yours.

Sanji paused, the rhythmic chop of the knife halting as he turned to you. A smile crept across his face.  “I’ll take it, you need something?” His voice was soft, teasing, as his gaze drifted lower down your body.

“Yeah, I do…” you said, letting your voice lower with a hint of need. “Think you can help me?”

He didn’t hesitate. Sanji set the knife down and dropped the towel onto the counter. “I’d do anything for you, Y/N,” he said, stepping closer, his hand resting lightly on your waist.

“Yeah?” you murmured, tilting your head to meet his gaze. “Then prove it.” You said, grabbing the lit cigarette from his lips and patting it out in the ashtray beside you.

Your hand lifted again and grabbed the black tie he wore, pulling him close, so close that your lips were just a breath apart. His eyes widened slightly, filled with intrigue and want, as he held your lust-filled gaze.

You brought your lips less than an inch to his, breathing against his face. Your needy eyes staring into his eyes then glancing down at his aching lips.

But before your lips could touch, you smiled mischievously and let go of his tie, stepping back and slipping from his grasp.

“Follow me,” you said with a smirk, your voice dripping with challenge as you turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, stunned but more than willing to follow.

Sanji’s heart raced. He trailed closely behind you, admiring the sway of your hips as you walked. He sped up, matching your pace, and brushed a hand against the small of your back. The ship was silent, the rest of the crew deep in slumber, while the two of you ascended to the crow’s nest. You climbed ahead of him, your skirt swaying with each ladder rung you climbed, the breeze catching it and raising it slightly. Sanji’s eyes couldn’t help but linger, catching a tantalizing glimpse beneath at the lack of panties you were wearing. The sight made his breath hitch and his nose bleed. He knew exactly where this night was headed.

Once inside the crow’s nest, Sanji wasted no time. His hands found your waist as he leaned in, his lips seeking yours. But you stopped him, eyes meeting his. You pressed your palm lightly against his chest.

“Lie down,” you commanded.

Sanji’s lips curled into a soft, mischievous smile. “As you wish, my love,” he murmured, moving to the couch and reclining with ease, his gaze never leaving you.

His chest rose and fell with anticipation as you approached, every step deliberate, your movements laced with intent. When you reached him, you climbed onto the couch,spreading your legs to straddle him. With the release of an exhale you pressed your hands against his chest and pinned him down. 

 “Use me however you need, Y/N.” He said, his voice a bit raspy at the desperation building within him. His eyes traced your shape sitting against him, his breath hitching in his chest.

You lifted a hand to his cheek, caressing it gently. “Oh Sanji dear, I will.” You said with a wink.

A shiver ran down Sanji’s spine. The silence around him was deafening, broken only by the thunderous rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in his ears. You shifted, lifting yourself from where you had been straddling his abdomen, your movements slow and deliberate, leaving him breathless beneath you. You move to hover your hips over his face. His eyes admire your naked folds beneath your skirt, his tongue flicking across his lips, as desire ached throughout him. 

With an inhale, he breathed your scent in deeply. His breathing turned rapid. His arms lifted to your legs, his hands squeezing your hips. The fabric of your skirt scrunched beneath his grasp. Your body trembled under his touch, a wave of need coursing through you. Without hesitation, you lowered yourself onto his face.

The feeling of his warm breath between your fold causes you to moan and spread your legs wider. His lips pepper your folds with kisses, his hips bucking at your moan. The grasp on your hips and legs grew tighter. Electricity danced across your skin when his tongue began to trace shapes on your sensitivity. The loud needy moan escaping your damn lips led Sanji to pull you closer.

  “Good boy, Sanji. You’re treating me so good, Baby.” You said before moaning again. 

  Your hips roll back and forth against his tongue. Shaky breaths escape you. Your hands wander from the arm of the couch to his hair. Your fingers curled deep within his blonde waves while his tongue dipped to dance within you. 

Your skirt shifts, his hand letting go of your hip to slip under its fabric. His fingers slid up your folds until they met your sensitive bud, his thumb circling it with fervor.

“Sanji.” You moaned, your hips thrusting while you rode his face. The tickling of his goatee drove you wild. 

 Every moan that came from your lips sent Sanji deeper into a frenzy. The strong grip of his hand encouraged you to lean back. His tongue worked deeper within your walls, seeking out your sensitivity. Once he found it, he lapped with delight, his thumb and tongue moving faster with varying pressures.

 “Sanji!” You said. “I’m going to..!”

  Sanji gripped your body tighter against his face. His tongue moved up and down within you, hitting your special spot repeatedly while his thumb spiraled harder on your sensitivity. The warmth in your abdomen grew. Your hips bucked and your body trembled.

 “SANJIII.” You moaned, your ecstasy overwhelming you. 

Like a firework, you burst, your juices dripping down onto Sanji’s face.

    He lapped up every drop, planting gentle kisses between your legs when he was done. You softly moaned and quivered against him, still feeling sensitive.

    “Need more baby, please! I could eat you all night. Please may I?” He begged

 You laugh, your body shivered as he kissed between your folds on your now overly sensitive spot. 

“Sanjiii.” You weakly moaned.  A breath escapes your lip and you release your hands from his hair. Scooting back off his face onto his abdomen you look down into his eyes. A soft smile grazes your cheeks.

“You’re so good to me Sanji… Letting me use you like that.”

“Use me anytime. Please. I’d do anything for you. Whatever you need, I’m yours.”

You smirk a warm feeling growing within you, but a dark need began to build in your core.

“If you insist. You’re like a loyal puppy—always coming back for more, always doing as you’re told,” you teased, your fingers lightly tracing the sharp line of his jaw. A mischievous smile played on your lips. “Bark for me, Sanji.”

His eyes gleamed with a mix of humor and desire, and without hesitation, he let out a loud, “Woof.”

You chuckled softly, leaning forward to press your lips against his. Your tongue slipped between his parted lips, tasting the faint bitterness of cigarettes mixed with red wine and the essence of yourself lingering on him. The blend made you smile wider as he pulled you closer, his hands gripping you firmly.

When he finally broke the kiss, his voice was low, almost pleading. “Please, let me taste you more,” he whispers, his gaze burning with need.

You nod, brushing your lips against his in a softer kiss before shifting to settle yourself above his face once more, surrendering to his request.

Luffy

Luffy needed three things, meat, adventure, and you. That day he’d been messing around with Chopper and Usop like normal until you decided to sunbathe on deck. You exited the cabin interior, wearing only a red string biking. His eyes fell on you, his heart beginning to thud in his chest. His whole body grew warm and in an instant, his arm stretched across the deck finding your waist. He flung himself next to you and pulled you close. 

“Y/N.” Luffy said.

           “Yes Luffy..?” You ask with an innocent hum. 

         His fingers gently traced up your waist to your sides, rubbing across your abdomen. Your hair shifted and you felt his breath hit your neck sending a cold shiver down your spine. He moved closer behind you, his pelvis shifting to dig into your back. A pink hue grew on your cheeks as you felt his need.

        “I need you.” He muttered.

       “Luffy I just got changed…” You replied, looking over your shoulder for your eyes to meet his.

        “I need you, Y/N,” he said. He pulled you deeper into his embrace, his hips grinding into your back.

      “Luffy… the crew.” You stutter out.

      Luffy nips at your neck catching your skin between his teeth. His hands trail with more fervor across your body. His breathing grew rapid, his eyes growing darker with desire.

     “Please, Y/N.”He begged.

     You hesitate, scanning the deck amazed your crewmates were not watching the scene their captain was putting on. “Fine. My quarters. Now.” You said.

He gripped your waist tightly, his hold possessive yet careful, and dashed toward your living quarters, keeping you pressed firmly against his side. In one fluid motion, he threw open the door and pulled you inside, the wood slamming shut behind you with a resounding thud.

The small room was simple, its wooden walls bathed in the soft glow of evening light. The only furnishings were a bed draped with a deep purple bedspread and a plain white nightstand beside it. But neither of you spared a glance at the surroundings.

His lips crashed against yours, urgent and fervent, his hands tracing the bare skin of your back with a rough tenderness. The lingering warmth of the sun seemed to cling to his lips, blending with the faint taste of meat from dinner, an unexpected detail that only heightened the rawness of the moment.

His hold on you collapsed harder as he pulled you closer, his body pressing into yours with an intensity that sent heat coursing through you. His hips moved instinctively, a needy rhythm that made your breath catch.

  Your heart raced, a fire igniting within you, both thrilling and commanding. You loved Luffy, but his impulsiveness always came first, often overshadowing your own needs. He needed to remember who was in control.

You pulled back from his strong embrace, placing your hands firmly on his chest to push him away. But his arms only tightened around you, a desperate strength in his hold.

“Luffy!” you said sharply, your tone laced with authority as you huffed in frustration.

He stopped, his rapid breathing mingling with yours as his wide, earnest eyes locked onto yours, searching for permission that wasn’t coming.

“Y/N… please,” he murmured, his voice raw and pleading. He leaned in, his lips aiming for the sensitive curve of your neck, but you pressed your hands against him again, stopping him short.

“Luffy, sit down,” you ordered, your voice firm and unwavering. “We’ve been through this. You’re rushing again.”

His lips parted in a groan, frustration flashing across his face. His hands lingered on your sides, gripping tightly for a moment before finally letting go. With a heavy sigh, he stomped to the bed and dropped onto its edge, sulking but compliant.

“Good,” you said firmly, your voice low and commanding. “Now, breathe.”

He drew in a deep, shaky breath, his chest rising as his gaze fixed on you. His eyes, dark and filled with unrelenting desire, refused to soften even as he exhaled. The hunger in his stare was magnetic, pulling you in, his need almost tangible in the charged air between you.

“Please…” he whispered, the word breaking from his lips like a prayer.

You stepped closer, letting the moment stretch before slowly lowering yourself onto his lap. The instant your hips pressed against him, his body reacted instinctively, his hips jerking upward, desperate for more.

A frustrated hiss escaped through your clenched teeth, and your hand shot up to his throat, your fingers pressing firmly into his skin. His breath hitched, his body stilling under your touch.

“Slow down,” you commanded, your tone sharp, allowing for no argument.

Luffy’s eyes widened, his hand instinctively reaching up to yours on his throat. The tension between you simmered, his shallow breaths mingling with yours. The sensation of your grip, firm and unyielding, left him trembling. The lack of air, coupled with your dominance, had a calming yet electrifying effect on him. A gasp slipped from his lips as you tightened your hold, and when you finally released him, he panted hard.

A smirk crept across his face.

You smiled back, watching him catch his breath. His hand returned to your waist, squeezing gently. The softness of his touch sent a wave of warmth through you, and you leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

His shoulders relaxed beneath your touch, his body unwinding as your arms wrapped around his neck. You paused, inhaling deeply, savoring the moment before pulling him closer for a deeper kiss. His body quivered slightly beneath you, a telltale sign of the effect you had on him.

Your grip on him tightened as his tongue brushed against yours, the kiss deepening with each passing second. But just as he began to lose himself, you broke the kiss, letting your lips trail softly down to his neck.

“Please, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice tinged with need.

While your lips lingered at the base of his neck, your hand moved to your side, deftly untying the strings of your bikini bottoms. With one last lingering kiss on his clavicle, you pulled back, locking eyes with him.

His jaw clenched as he took in your gaze—loving yet commanding—and the rise and fall of his chest grew uneven. Your fingertips trailed down his arm, delicate yet deliberate, until they reached his wrist. As you curled your fingers around it, his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

You gave him a small, knowing nod and guided his hand between your legs, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.

“You have to warm me up first.. remember?”

Luffy nodded.”Right.”

  His fingers traced between your slick wet folds. A hard swallow bobbed down his throat. He let out another weak breath. His eyes remained locked on yours, his hips bucking every once in a while, his need still trying to overwhelm him. Every time his hips bucked you tightly squeezed his shoulders, your hand drifting closer to his neck, reminding him to slow down. 

His fingers circled on your sensitivity. He gripped your hips pulling you closer to him. You moaned as he rubbed you, your head dropping to rest on his shoulder. Your breathing then began to match his. A smile spread on your face, your hips squirming at the sensation between your legs. 

After a few more minutes of playing with you, Luffy’s eyes darkened. He lifted his other hand to untie your bikini top. His lips met your bare skin peppering your neck and chest with kisses. You moaned at the sensation of his lips on your skin, your teething digging deep into your body lip while his left hand continued to work between your legs. 

His head tilted, finding your sensitive nipples. He lapped them up between his lips and bit down. 

“Luffy….” You moaned.

“Please Y/N.” He begged, His grip tightening on your hip.

He swallowed, his body tensing, but he couldn’t help his hips bucking upward again.

“Okay, Luffy.” You replied, your hands dropping from his neck and shoulders to his chest.

His eyes lit up a wide green spreading across his face. He eagerly lifted you from his hips and pulled down his shorts and boxers. His length was long and hard. With one hand he pulled you towards him, using his other to stroke your wet folds with his length. His breath caught in his chest when you reached for him. He let go, allowing you to take over.  His hands settled back on your waist and pulled you close.

You slowly guided him to your entrance and eased him into you. Your moan bounced across the walls of the room as he stretched you, pushing himself deeper. You clawed at his back. Your walls clenched around him.

Luffy began to pull back, but you dug your nails into his back and chest.

“Let me adjust.” You replied breathily.

He nodded. His eyes locked on your form in front of him. His hands gripped your hips for dear life waiting for you to tell him he could move.

You let out a slow deep breath.

“Okay, but start slow, okay?” You said.

Luffy eagerly nodded, pulling out of you. He pressed his lips to yours and thrusts back in, his pace slow. With each push he moved deeper, using his devil fruit to help him stretch himself to feel more of you.

“Luffy.” You moaned.

“You feel so good.” He groaned. “Need…”

His hips rutted faster and your hand jerked to his throat squeezing him tight. He gasped and stopped thrusting. 

While your hand remained on his throat, you rode him. You set the pace, rolling your hips to feel more of him. You let out another moan before releasing your tight grasp on his throat. 

The rise and fall of his chest was shallow as he caught his breath. The action relaxed him but also drove him more wild with need. He pulled you closer, moving his hips into deep but controlled thrusts. His wide needy eyes begged for you to allow him to move faster.

“Good, Luffy. Now faster.”

With that, he stood up from the bed. He brought both arms around your waist and backed you into one of the walls. Once against it, he pushed on your abdomen encouraging you to lie back into the wall at an angle. When he was happy with your position, he wrapped your legs tighter around his thighs and waist. His hands traced up your legs to your hips, where his fingers dug into your exposed skin. 

He nodded at you and you nodded back. With the release of a deep breath, he began thrusting faster into you, his form becoming sloppy, but the new position allowed him to hit deeper inside you. 

Your hands rested on his shoulders, your hips bucking against him. The position allowed him to hit your sensitive spot within your folds.

“Perfect, Luffy right there… Yes.” you cooed. 

His eyes lit up with desire, and he pounded harder loving the sweat sounds escaping your lips.

“Luffy, I’m…”

His thumb moved from your waist to your sensitivity where he rubbed circles on it. You bit your lip at the sensation, feeling the warmth within your abdomen burst.

“Lufffyy.” You moaned, your juices releasing on him. He continued to thrust into you through your release, the clenches of your walls driving him into his own. Your body trembled on him, and he leaned forward. You felt the pulsing of him within you and he released a moaning finishing deep within your walls.

“Y/N.” he huffed softly, and you could feel a smile grow on his lips against your shoulder.

“Luffy, that was so good.” Your voice was still shaky from your pleasure but delighted from the experience. 

He gently lowered your legs to the floor and pulled out of you. His breathing ragged, he stepped closer to you and kissed your cheek.

“I hope Sanji’s made lunch, I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry,” I replied.

“Good thing you always have a snack for me.” He said with a grin as he licked his lips.