#why did i make luffy so lil ... you know why

[benevolentcannibal]

tall goth and just a lil guy

[zorosgirlfriend]

monster trio ~ !! they catch you playing with your boobs

warnings: ehhh, i kinda dunno. boob squishing? teasing, you let them squish it, you moan the few times they squish it, a lil suggestive but no smut happens.

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Monkey D. Luffy

You were alone in the your room, stressed out, mumbling to yourself while unknowingly squeezing your chest like stress balls.

That’s when Luffy walked in, stretching.

“Hey, y/n, have you seen my-”

Pause.

Blink.

Head tilt.

“…Why are you squishing your boobs like mochi?”

“LUFFY?!”

You yelped and jumped back, arms flying to your sides. “N-NO REASON!”

He blinked again. “Can I try?”

“WHAT?!”

“They look fun!” he grinned.

You chucked a pillow at him, red-faced. “OUT!”

“Okay okay!!” He laughed as he retreated. “You’re so weird, I love it!”

You thought about it for a moment.

“Fine,” you said, crossing your arms.

“You wanna try?”

You said while blushing.

His eyes lit up like he just saw meat.

“Really?!”

Luffy said with sparkles in his eyes.

You nodded, cheeks warm.

“Just once!”

You shouted.

He reached forward like he was holding sacred treasure…

Squish.

He blinked.

“…Whoa. It’s like jelly but warmer.”

“LUFFY—”

He squished again.

“This is amazing. I didn’t know boobs were this fun!”

You swatted his hands away, face on fire. “Okay that’s enough!!”

“But it’s soothing! Like stress balls with feelings!”

You tackled him with a pillow before he could compare them to mochi again.

And before you knew it, he squished it again.

Squish.

You gasped.

“Ahn—!”

Luffy blinked. “Did you just moan?!”

You slapped your hands over your mouth, wide-eyed. “I—I didn’t mean to!! Reflex!!”

He stared… then burst out laughing. “You sound like Usopp when he eats something too spicy!”

“LUFFY!!”

You tried to run but he grabbed you by the waist.

“Do it again!”

“NO!”

“Please? It was funny!!”

You kicked your feet as he giggled nonstop. “You’re not allowed to squish anything ever again!!”

You said jokingly while giggling as well, feeling kinda turned on.

Roronoa Zoro

You didn’t think anyone was around, so as the stress hit, your hands went up to your chest… squish squish.

“Ughhh…”

Before you knew it, Zoro was already standing in your door.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He said while smirking.

You nearly passed out from how fast you turned.

“Z-ZORO?!”

He was just standing in the doorway with a single raised eyebrow.

“I… was… thinking.”

You said trying to defend yourself.

“By fondling yourself?”

He said while chuckling.

“They’re comforting!”

You pouted.

He shrugged, trying not to smirk.

“Tch. As long as you're not asking me to hold 'em for you.”

You turned red. “I wasn’t—!”

“Yet,” he said, smirking.

“ZORO!”

You stared at each other for a moment.

"Can I try?"

Zoro said with pink ears.

You thought about it.

"Fine..."

You said while looking away flustered.

He gave you a flat look. “Wait—you’re serious?”

You huffed, turning red. “Don’t make it weird, okay? You were curious.”

Zoro blinked… then shrugged.

Squish.

“...Huh.”

“What?”

“They're… firmer than I thought.”

Squish.

“…Excuse me?”

“I mean—they’re soft too! I didn’t mean—I wasn’t—”

You took this as an opportunity to tease him.

You smirked. “You’re blushing, swordsman.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, pulling his bandana down over his face.

You kissed his cheek.

“...Definitely better than dumbbells.”

He mumbled.

He gave them one more squish.

Squish.

“Ah—!”

You froze.

Zoro froze.

Your face turned crimson. “I-I didn’t—!!”

He raised an eyebrow, flustered but smug.

“...You good?”

“No I’m not good!! That wasn’t supposed to come out!!”

He leaned in closer. “Sounded kinda real to me.”

“ZORO!!!”

You shoved his face away while hiding yours in your hands.

“Maybe I’ll squish ‘em again when you least expect it.”

He chuckled.

You squeaked and nearly fell off the bed.

Vinsmoke Sanji

You were grumbling about something and squish squish, you didn’t even realize what you were doing until...

“Mon amour…”

You froze.

Sanji was standing in the doorway, blushing like mad and clutching his nose as he nosebled.

“S-Sanji?! I didn’t hear you come in!!”

You said blushing profusely.

“I must’ve died and gone to heaven…”

He collapsed to his knees.

“IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!

You said feeling even more embarrassed.

“Is it some sort of secret ritual?! Should I leave you be? Or—or volunteer to help?”

He said with a teasing tone.

“SANJI!!”

You yelled.

“Just say the word, my love.”

He winked through the blood trickling down his nose.

You threw a towel at his face while screaming.

"Can I squish them too?"

Sanji said with those signature heart eyes of his.

You look around for a moment before giving in.

"Arghh, fine!!"

You said while blushing again.

“You really mean it, mon amour?”

He said like he just went to heaven.

You nodded shyly.

“Only because you looked like a kicked puppy earlier.”

He dramatically collapsed to his knees.

“This is the greatest honor of my life."

Feeling like he just won the lottery.

“SANJI.”

You yelled out.

He composed himself carefully and gently.

Squish.

He made the most dramatic gasp.

“So soft… so divine…”

Almost getting his nosebleed in your sheets.

“Don’t faint”

you teased.

“Too late”

He whispered, sinking with hearts in his eyes.

“They’re better than dreams… I’ve touched heaven…”

You had to fan him with a towel while muttering.

“This is your fault, y/n…”

Before you knew it.

Squish.

“Aah—!”

you accidentally moaned out loud.

Sanji stiffened, ears red.

“W-Was that… a moan?!”

Your soul practically left your body.

“NO!! I mean yes but no!!”

He covered his nose like it was a nosebleed emergency.

"I’m gonna pass out. I’m gonna die. You’re too powerful.”

You waved your hands frantically.

“Sanji, don’t faint!!”

He collapsed onto the floor, muttering.

“You moaned… I lived for this moment…”

You whined, “Why am I like this?!”

He peeked up and whispered.

“Do it again?”

You told him to get out because you felt like you were about to explode.

[fanzou]

It’s a Match!

✗ Pairing: Zoro Roronoa x Fem!Reader

✗ Summary: Lost in an annoying town full of annoying good-for-nothing people, Zoro seeks refuge in an odd looking tent, only to find that it belongs to the towns famous match-maker!

✗ Total WC: 7.0K

✗ CW: SMUT! Zoro is in fact an eater, Zoro in disguise? (Not really), Cunnilingus, P in V sex, Soft Zoro (just a lil bit), Most of this is just smut, ZORO UNMATCHED LIBIDO

✗ A/C: This was such a random thought in my head but I feel like I did so well executing it. I’m hoping you guys like it just as much as I liked writing it!

It’s so nice; The Sunny is really living up to its name right now. The fire-y orb in the sky makes his skin impossibly warmer and it feels wonderful. He rests his hands behind his head and his eyes are closed—both eyes.

Even the waters below don’t crash against the boat so harshly. It doesn’t rock the floating chunk of wood so much to the point that it’s unbearable to even rest as he is, like he wants to.

He doesn’t hear any bombarding voices or obnoxiously loud steps or bangs, not that he isn’t used to it, he’ll sleep right through it because he knows it’s just the ruckus and havoc caused by the usual three idiots doing constant idiotic stuff. But there isn’t any alarming or annoying commotion right now and it makes the peace all the more peaceful, if that was possible.

It’s almost too good to be true, he grunts before he has to involuntarily peel his one eye open and scope the scenery out so that he wasn’t missing any secret attack.

Okay…

Fine. Everything’s fine. And he slowly shuts his eye once more.

It’s not like this everyday and Zoro is eternally grateful for this peaceful afternoon.

And rest he does, in pure bliss with the sun shining off of his defined skin with no havoc to be wreaked and no cook to engage in annoying banter with.

For like… 5 minutes.

-

“Zoro! Get up!” Luffy calls, jumping up and down unavoidably disturbing what he yearned for most, “We’re here!”

Welp, all good things must come to an end right?

Even for the time it was, and he knew for a fact that it was still noon, the lights of the town that inhabited the land still somehow illuminated very brightly. A headache. He gets up finally to wake himself up just a little bit more and he looks around to see almost everyone gathered and ready for the next stop. “Zoro! You finally up?”

He stretches his muscles a bit and fixes his yukata as he does so, “Yeah…m’up.” He says, there’s a little tiredness in his voice.

And now as they near the inescapable flashy lights and overly-decorated scene, he feels even less willing to jump off board and continue his travels with the crew. They’ve talked about this place for the past two days, and none of it seemed intriguing in the way they had described it to be.

Nothing intriguing, and nothing worth mentioning the second they make their way back to the ship.

Which is why he’s more than willing to keep watch of it while they do their own little thing.

“You guys can take this one. M’just gonna stay on board for the time being.” He makes an attempt to walk away before Luffy’s already starting his complaints.

“But you can’t! You have to come, it’ll be fuuuuun! Zoroooooooo!” He yells, because when is Luffy ever not yelling, and grabs hold of his muscles from across the ship with his gum-gum powers.

It’s comedic, laughable. Luffy really is persistent, and it’ll surprise many to believe that his persistence is enough to persuade the big, bad swordsman.

“Usopp said that the food here is amazing! Please, you can’t miss out on this one, c’mon!”

It really is Luffy’s word over everything.

Which is why, unfortunately, he has to join them.

-

So much for his long-gone peace. He got lost somewhere along the way.

Straying away from the group after a liquor store caught his eye, the congested area stirred him far from everyone, and now he was here—just roaming. Sure he could’ve started his search back, but he wasn’t necessarily confident in his ability to do it given the many other circumstances he had… unfortunately, put himself through. So he put his faith in fate.

Don’t even get him started on how much livelier the place is too, how is this even a town? It’s small sure, but it’s so bright, it feels like he’s getting flash-banged anytime his eyes look anywhere but the floor. If he didn’t know any better he’d think this was some sort of grand city. But Zoro would be lying if he said that it wasn’t decent-looking at the very least, the streets littered with decorations from top to bottom with lanterns and glitter shining so brightly.

It wasn’t completely an eyesore, just maybe the people that inhabited the space, and the overdone style to it.

And in the grand scheme of things, there were perks to the obnoxiously crowded area, it did well to shield his public appearance so many would not recognize him. Nor would they care with the way they practically fixated on everything but.

Arrows pointing here, lights pointing there, it only gets worse when it starts getting dark, his exhaust long fades, replaced with an indescribable frustration. He feels his eye twitch every 2.5 seconds, brows furrowed while he clenches his teeth at the bombarding and invasive illuminating advertisements for shops and restaurants that are literally right there. In front of the store.

“Hey, handsome, need a massage? Ya look pretty tense!”

No thanks.

“Hot dogs! Hot dogs for only 100 berries!”

No thanks.

“Fun for him and her! Come to our store so you and your lady can have a great night together!”

No. Fuckin’. Thank you.

He shakes off the growing frustration that brews within him, his patience runs thin and everyone and everything around him is doing little to compensate. He’s mad that he decided to tag along, because it proved worthless in the end, he got lost and now he has to reap the consequences of this stupid fiasco that Luffy so eagerly dragged him along on.

He sighs, defeat evident in his breath. He tries relaxing his shoulders a bit and without the risk of losing his other eye from how blinding every single thing in his vision is right now; he scans the area to find at least somewhere he can ease his mind.

Something, anything. At this point.

And in little time he spots that something. Between two stores, the left store labeled “WAX-IT-OFF!”, and the right being “Grand Line Finance”. He snorts. The complete irony and comedy within the two differing stores humors him but it quickly subsides once he sees what confuses him; it’s an almost igloo-shaped tent. Hm, he says to himself. He naturally gravitates towards it, or unnaturally almost. It’s quite unlike him to let his curiosity get the better of him.

The tent is covered by a velvet fabric and there’s a purple-ish pink light coming from the inside, and for a tent—it’s quite large—fit to house at least 10 people at a time. He doesn’t notice it then but there’s a line that’s already formed, and he waltz’ right on ahead almost as if he owned the huge sphere covered in blankets itself, ignoring the complaints of the crowded line that had been apparently waiting there for quite a while, they express their verbal insults and trash-talk alike towards Zoro.

They don’t do much to hold him back, though.

When he reveals the other side of the curtain, eager to see just what had been waiting, it was far more relaxed, an almost seductive energy that welcomed him. One thing he did realize, was how much more quiet it had become. His once tense muscles immediately unclench at the tranquil setting around him. His hear pears left and right to find that it was just as predictable as the outside was, but that wasn’t to say he was disappointed, quite the opposite.

“Sir, are you next up?” He looks around to see where the voice comes from, and he’s a little confused. “Down here, ya big oaf!” His returned peacefulness is quickly disturbed.

He looks down and it’s a man half his size, he had a weird looking hat and glasses that didn’t let him see behind them. He has a badge that reads “RIO” in bold letters, what Zoro assumes to be his name.

“Are you here to see Lady match-maker or not? She doesn’t have much time to wait!” The man half his size grabs hold of his muscular hand and he just follows. He doesn’t know why. Doesn’t understand how. Typically if it were anything or any other circumstance he’d probably just get the hell out of there, but he doesn’t sense any kind of danger. Not when his only opponent is a 3-foot man and the inside of this new found tent was so comfy.

And—what did he say about a match-maker?

The odd looking fellow practically has to drag him full force across the room and to expose to Zoro another curtain.

Presumably what Zoro thinks might be, “the match-maker”.

He’s got a bad feeling about this, not the sort of enemy territory feeling but a cringy uncomfortable and dumb feeling.

The shorty speaks, “You have ten minutes.” He unveils the curtain and pushes Zoro, or, tries to push Zoro in, but he doesn’t actually step in unless it’s under his own volition because he’s so heavy. When he does; he drinks in the entire scene in front of him, somehow even more glittery fabrics and silky blankets draped across and on top of one another, a table smack dab in the center with someone behind it.

Lo and behold, you—the uh… the match… making—maker. Yeah.

The small guy leaves Zoro’s sight and leaves him under your supervision.

And God, are you beautiful. A lot like your enclosed environment you wore a seemingly large robe that covers a lot of the floor almost acting as a sheet itself. It’s nicely coated around your body, the only skin on you that isn’t modestly covered is your neck and cleavage area and he doesn’t necessarily make his roaming eyes a secret.

And when you speak, “Hello, you can take a seat anywhere.” Your voice is smooth, and the more he takes you in is the more he falls into a sort of hypnosis. You giggle at the tension so prominently visible in his figure, “No need to be shy. Take a seat anywhere.

He snaps out of the trance you didn’t even know you put him in, or maybe you did. Who knows, he sits across from you with his legs crossed into each other and his hands laid onto his lap with a posture that you almost envy, you appreciate his formality.

And he’s just thinking about how amazing it would probably be to fall asleep in here, possibly with you.

It’s at this point that Zoro realizes that he hasn’t talked the whole time, but he makes little effort for his lack of speech until it’s you who breaks the silence.

“First, your name?”

He prepares his voice with a clearing of his throat, “Zo—” Oh wait, shit. He mentally face palms, but is quick to recollect himself. He quickly comes up with a name as a means to cover-up his true identity.

“Zorayo.”

Your brows furrow like you don’t buy it and his heart stops for the slightest second. “Zorayo?”

He feels so awkward right now. “Yeah… Zorayo.”

“Mmm, that sounds a lot like that infamous pirate-hunter… what was his name? Rorono… Roroyoa?” You think long and hard, “Roronoa Zoro!”

He clears his throat with an eye anywhere but yours. “Uh, yeah. I get that. A lot.” With a slight nod.

You scribble something down in your notes, he assumes to be his half-ass attempt at a name. He really hopes he’s not red, because everything about this is just plain embarrassing. If what he assumes about you being a “match-maker” is true and if anyone on the crew saw him coming out of this place, he doesn’t think he’d hear the end of it.

“You don’t happen to be a pirate yourself, do you?” At this, he tenses once again, “You’ve got the look.” He’s a bit taken aback, but as he scans your face for some sort of discomfort or distress, he’s even more surprised at how okay you are with the fact.

You’re not looking at him, instead you’re scribbling something down. You have been this whole time, hardly looking at him.

Yet somehow, the next words to come out of your mouth are, “I find it difficult to believe that you’re really here for match-making, Zorayo.” You drop your pen and rest your chin on both your hands, “What really brings you?”

He grunts, closes his eyes, and inhales. He’s trying to formulate up a lie, but it’s hard when you’re so beautiful. Your eyes are staring into his soul, he’s never seen anything like it. “No, I am. My friends… said that I needed to find a woman. B-But really I just wanna get laid.” If he didn’t know any better, he’d say his answer disappointed you a bit. “Y’know, if that’s an option.” Your hands come down and grip the pen once more to write down a few notes, and he can’t help from tapping on his knee a little bit now. His answer was shallow, desperate, and far from him, and he doesn’t understand why it bothered him to care about how you perceived it.

You let a silence linger for a bit as you bring the pen to your lips and tap it a few times, “What’s your ideal type?” You ask.

He shakes his head, “S’what I’m trying to figure out, woman.” He snorts, and your face returns with an almost bothered look.

You roll your eyes and rest the metal pen down harshly, “Do you actually wanna get ‘laid’?” You ask him almost rhetorically and using his vulgarities against him, “Then don’t be a smart ass.” You mumble under your breath, God, you pirates.

Once again, he’s taken aback by the sheer bluntness in your claim, and he’s almost offended. He gulps, he’s not nervous. Can’t be.

“Why do you assume I’m a pirate?” He exclaims in genuine confusion. “Look at you!” To emphasize your claim you extend your hand in reference to the big muscular and scarred man, “And besides, you’re not the only one who’s ever come to me for my assistance.”

He almost wants to mirror your previous eye roll, assistance?

Almost sounds like he’s having trouble getting his dick wet.

And, well—It looks that way, and he wants to crawl in a hole, anyone other than the one he was kinda already in, because of how utterly shameful this is to him.

Thankfully or not-so-thankfully you break the silence, “You have 6 minutes on the clock, mister. Better make it worth while.”

If he were being honest, all he wanted to do was just rest across the shiny blankets that littered the entire place, even if it meant he had to threaten everyone outside in line in order to get it. And he curses himself for getting into this predicament.

Speaking of outside, he did not want to go back anytime soon. The disgusting, flashy and flamboyant, utterly obnoxious, did he mention disgusting?—Outside.

Well, here goes nothing.

Zoro thinks on his response for you, he wants to make it so that it gives you at least something to work with, but not so much that it sounds tender or anything like that.

“I like women who know what they’re about. Not the shy type. I like ‘em when they can fend for themselves.” He nods in confirmation, satisfied with his own proclamation.

And you seem to be as well. There it is. Now we’re talkin’.

You scribble down on your notes once again, more impressed and relaxed by his revelation, it’s not much but it’s progress. “Anything… physical?”

“Mmm… physical?” He pans his vision from the soft scenery to you, “not… not necessarily.” He’s back to ogling you again.

You scribble, “Okay, Zorayo… You don’t like short hair? Long hair?”

You’re not met with a response, and when you look up, Zoro is still there, just with his unwavering gaze set on you, or more accurately—gaze fixed on your body, like he’s checking you out.

“Zorayo?”

He shakes his head as if to shake away unwanted thoughts. “Oh— Um. No. Yes. I mean, listen, S’long as she’s not ugly.”

Ugh, where have I heard that a gazillion times before.

Men.

“How am I supposed to identify that if you won’t tell me what you find physically attractive?!” The tip of your fingers are white from your grip.

Clients are difficult, clients are stubborn, and it’s not like you haven’t come across a guy like this once in a while, but you’d be damned if you didn’t admit that it was annoying as hell every. Single. Time.

You breathe, “Zorayo, full transparency.” You place your fingers on your chest to mark sincerity, your tone is softer. “I think you are attractive, I believe you’ll find no trouble in getting a girl in that department. I sense that you don’t often make the first move, and because of your naturally intimidating nature, it’s like a double-edged sword. Women won’t approach you.” You empathetically state. He just listens.

You ponder on your next word-choice as to not offend him if you had already, “it’s only difficult because you make it difficult. I assure you, you would have girls falling at your feet if you were just a little more… giving?” You finish with hope that he understands your meaning.

You can tell he absorbs your words a bit, and it’s definitely progress from where you started. You rest your shoulders in a bit of relief to find that he finally might seek that inner peace and comprehension, understanding maybe why he might be feeling so defeated in the romance department. You weren’t a match-maker for nothing, right?

He puts his finger on his chin, and the smallest tiniest smile graces his face.

“Well f’thats the case, why don’t you just sleep with me?”

“That’s great, Zo—Huh?” Your eyes are shot wide open, and you look at him in pure disbelief. What the hell is wrong with this guy? “How could you even suggest something so inconsiderate and vulgar? I have clients that are patiently waiting outside!”

He snorts, “They can always wait.” His smirk gets wider, his eyes a little darker. You gasp, or scoff—you don’t know what it is. You’re so blown away by the fact that he’d request something so dirty and scandalous. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m not one for the taking, idiot! I am the match-maker, not the matched.”

He becomes more relaxed in his posture, his hands are grounded to the floor behind him to act as balance, “Is it against the rules or somethin’? Like ya can’t get fucked?”

Oh, he’s getting so much more vulgar, and… for some reason, it’s… turning you on a bit. And he looks unbothered, almost bored at your fit. You’re red, you’re red all over. It’s bad. This is bad for you. Usually you’re not the flustered one, and sure clients will come in with their occasional flirting and advances. But this?

This is too advance.

“Zo… Zorayo—I can’t possibly…” you close your eyes as you look away from him and shamefully pull your face away from his direction. But he’s not hearing a no, which is something he’d assume you would have verbally expressed by now. And… sure. He was attractive, very visibly, audibly… verbally so. It’s not something you lied about with clients, which is why you were not sold on the fact that he needed any help finding the perfect woman for he in fact, was sculpted by the Gods themselves.

He takes it upon himself to get up, walk over to your side while you wallow in your state of shamefulness and whatever it is that you’re so worked up about. He’s slow in his movement, calculated to see how you’d react if he got anymore closer to you to ensure that what he was about to do wasn’t one-sided and you weren’t actually against the concept.

He kneels at your side and his hand finds its way to your lap, you yelp a bit at the sudden contact. You’re so ashamed right now, so red.

Then it dawns on him, you poor thing. He smiles sadistically. It hits so quickly by the way you react at his physical advance, that you yourself are not being taken care of. The woman who has set up many couples for life? The woman who has brought people to fate and great happiness? But herself? The smile on his face grows a little bit wider, and his hand snakes to your chin, an attempt that you almost melt into too easily. He gets closer to your face. You’re finally looking at him, and he waits for the green light.

“I’ll… I’ll tell Rio to close up for the n-night.”

He’s satisfied, “Good girl.”

You drag your knees across the covered floor as you make your way to the covers, your hands are shaking—with excitement or anxiety, maybe both. You don’t know. You fix yourself, pull the covers in hopes of only revealing your own flushed face and there he was, patiently waiting for your signature cue.

“Rio, there’s a bit of an issue.”

The short man immediately responds, “What is it, my lady?” He sounds a little alarmed so you assure, “I’ll have to reject my services for the rest of the night…”

“T-This one’s… a special case.” You feign a soft smile.

He seems confused a tad, because there’s never an instance where you’ve felt the desire to put such an abrupt stop to your services. A special case? That makes him visibly more confused, but he’s confident in your skill and trusts that you understand what you’re doing. “Understood, Miss. I’ll leave you to it while I fight off those desperate dogs outside.” He laughs at his joke and turns his back to you. You manage a small thank you.

You were confident in his ability in doing so, though he be small he was quite fierce. When the coast was clear and you hear your assistants muffled yells to the stubborn customers, you slowly cover back the space leaving you to the muscled beast, alone once again.

You turn to him, “I’m just letting you know that I haven’t had sex in a while, so you’re gonna need to prep me.” You make work of the robe that’s snug tightly around your waist.

He scoffs, as if offended by your request, “‘Thout question.”

You furrow your brows, “Don’t get cocky on me now, it’s you who needs to get laid.” And you instantly regret the words that come out of your mouth, because now he’s giving you daggers for eyes. He gestures you over nonetheless, and you crawl over to him with no question, now it’s as if you’re entranced by the green-haired man, he’s handsome—beautiful almost, it doesn’t take much will-power to follow his fingers that beckon you over.

“A-And, you can’t be too rough.”

“That’s fine.”

“—And we stop when I say so.” He nods in respect, huh, easier than you thought.

After the knot of your robe was undone, and it feels like it was forever til you got it, you reveal a loose and simple dress underneath and he doesn’t exactly make his appeal towards you discreet.

But it dawns on you, because you haven’t done this in what feels like an eternity that you literally don’t know what to do, let alone with someone so… large?

“How do you wanna…” you gulp and pick at your nails in nervousness.

“Jeez, woman. You a virgin or somethin’?” Well, right now you might as well be. He gets up from his seated position and stands on his knees, “Lay down on the table.”

It’s probably for the better that he’s in control of everything you both do, you’ve already laid out the ground rules of what he can or can’t do, and it’s only really up from here. You do as he instructs, not too eagerly, not too anxiously and you can say that you were satisfied with the way you carried yourself thus far. You just really really hope he can’t tell that you need this as much as he might.

You sit on your little table, and he’s kneeling in front of you.

He’s impossibly bigger.

He grabs ahold of your thighs, almost letting his fingers dip underneath the fabric of your short dress and you shiver in immediate reaction. His hands are so warm, and you can’t help but put your smaller one on top of his.

He takes it as a sign to let his face come closer to yours, and you could almost call him a romantic; the way he tilts his head and his eye is half-shut, he leans in almost too slow for your liking, but his lips meet yours anyways. He almost made you feel like you had to earn it.

When your lips touched, it takes you by surprise to learn that they’re much softer than they look, and he’s skilled—he comes closer, his fingers glide up to your hips and underneath your last piece of large coverage, he grips a little tighter but not uncomfortably so, and his tongue swipes across your lip almost as if to ask for permission to enter.

—And enter it does, you whimper pathetically into his attack and it’s getting very hot. Be it his body temperature or how much you’ve moved within the past 5 minutes within such a tight space, it’s inevitably warmer in your familiar environment. You wonder, is he this good at everything?

Only one way to find out.

“Lie down on your back.” He commands as he pulls away, and you oblige. On your back you get a better look at his figure that looks like it’s about to eat you alive. It’s technically what you want right now, anyway. He hooks his thick finger into your panties and pulls them down. For the first time you hear a satisfied grunt leave his mouth, he’s been damn near non-verbal this entire time so it feels like a little prize when he does.

He throws your undergarment to the side but never strips his stare away from you, “This all for me?” That smirk returns, he takes his middle finger and starts pressing it up and down your cunt that draws another whimper out of you. You think he’s referencing the wetness, and it’s kind of embarrassing.

He laughs at your sudden inability to talk back.

“J-Just get it over with.” You say, you don’t realize it until then but you’re gripping the edge of the table almost like you’re bracing for some sort of impact, perhaps you were just that nervous, would he really be gentle like he promised? He looks down at you, and your body immediately softens, he doesn’t look so mean or aggressive at this moment.

He glides his hands up to the back of your knees and presses them impossibly up to your chest and it confuses you for a split second. He dips down immediately and flattens his tongue almost down from your asshole and all the way up to your clit. Your body flinches a bit and you seethe.

Just when you thought he might have been setting the pace nice and sensually slow, he immediately goes to town, sucking and licking at your pussy like a man starved. You whimper his fake name.

He cringes at the name a little bit, but it instantly subsides when he realizes just how good your cunt tastes. He makes quick work of adding a finger inside whilst his tongue continues a nice attack on your clit. You’re in another dimension at this point. This position was so vulnerable, so open and you now understand why he decided that it was best to start like this.

Another finger joins in, and the way your pussy sounds is pornographic—his bulge grows impossibly bigger and he catches himself from moaning as a blanket softly touches his sensitive area. He’s enjoying this way more than he thought he would. As a matter of fact, Zoro forgets why he was even here in the first place, not that he cares but—wow, what a prize you were. If getting lost meant this was what welcomed him on the other side every time, he’d have to try it a lot more.

You’re gone, understandably so. “It’s—soooo goood, mmmm…” you curse and whine at his fast pace, “‘Think m’gonna—!”

And like manifestation you cum, it hits so much harder than you think it will and the come-down is so much slower than you anticipated.

His fingers and tongue fuck you through it but not unbearably, he pulls his fingers out and glides them up and down your slit as he watches your face contort into a feeling of indescribable satisfaction. He lets you come down from your amazing high before he’s bringing your body closer to him by a latch of your hips, “That feel good baby?” He says in a husky voice, kissing up and down your neck and all you can manage is a whiny mhm! before he’s pulling off his yukata and leaving you speechless.

You softly moan at his bare physique, the little window of his chest doesn’t do it any justice—it’s much better than you expected it to be, much larger too and his cock is damn near screaming to come out just by the looks of it stretching the material out.

You pick yourself up with all the strength from your arms and try to get your dress off, and he watches you struggle for a moment before, “Here, let me—” and in little effort, he pulls it over your head.

He looks you up and down, and it goes straight to your throbbing cunt once again. “Fuck, you’re gonna drive me crazy.” You lay down again but this time pushing yourself up just a little bit by your elbows, just to get a glance at the action.

“You want me to take care of you, doll? Huh?” Zoro pulls his own undergarments down, revealing what you’ve been aching for this entire time. “A shame, no one thought to ever take your feelings into consideration.” He gives himself a few strokes as he lines himself up, then slowly pushes into you. He sighs at the stretch, and the way it slowly and surely disappears into you. “Takin’ it so fuckin’ well. Just like you should.”

Your eyebrows instantly smash together with your mouth hanging open, eyes squinted just the perfect amount. Zoro groans, “You’re so fuckin’ tight, hm? You want me to keep going?”

“Y-es, yes please! Need it bad!”

And since you asked so nicely, he gives a little push in and out, it makes you moan so desperately that one of your hands clenches within itself from how shameful the nature of it truly was.

And you’re so sure that even with the unnecessary amount of coverage the tent has, someone’s probably heard you if they were close enough. You should be ashamed of yourself; getting slutted out like you were some sort of cock-sleeve. No man has ever made you feel this full, so anyone curious enough to get up close was just gonna have to put up with how much of a whore you sounded like right now.

He picks up his pace and it’s not relentlessly fast or painfully slow, it was just right and you think you might be on Cloud 9 with the way the thing glides in and out of your once neglected cunt.

“Tell me how much you like it, doll.” His head is tilted and his gaze is marked with nothing but lust.

“It feels s-so… so good. Feels like nothing I ever felt before— fuck!” You grab hold of the edge of the table and any loose blanket in close proximity. “More, please! More Zorayo!” And he was so lost in his own pleasure that he’s long forgotten about that dumb name he decided to give you.

“J…Just call me Zoro.” He says breathlessly, pace never faltering.

Well, must’ve been as good a time as any to have told you that, because you really didn’t seem to care, maybe too cock-drunk to even think about it enough. And honestly Zoro himself doesn’t either, with the way your tits bounce with every time he pounds into you, you look like you’re in another world and he’s soon to join you.

You’re moaning, then it turns into soft little cries and whimpers and that’s when Zoro knows that you’re on close approach.

“Let it out, baby. Like that.” His own thrusts are a little sloppy and he’s watching your every expression with close examination. “Juuust like that, s-shit.” The way he talks you through it, his grip on your skin and the skin-ship itself—it’s so much, it pushes you over the edge. With a cry of his actual name this time, which sounds so much better and allows him to relish in his own bliss fully, you cum, and it’s even better than the last.

Your body shakes with every thrust that goes in and out, in and out while Zoro chases his own high, his body shivers a little bit and he finally pulls out when he knows the exact moment he might accidentally fuck his release into you. He pushes your legs coated with slick tightly together, then starts to thrust into your thighs, the scene is disgustingly lewd; he’s using you to get off with your own body but oh well, he’s not pushing his seed inside of you and that’s what counts.

He paints your stomach with all different kinds of strokes and you’re a living breathing mess, there’s so many fluids coating your body that you can hardly tell which is which aside from the one on your stomach, you’re tired to say the least. But you’re still aching.

You���re aching for him, in specific. It’s not enough, and after tonight you don’t think it’ll ever be enough, he’s too good. Too skilled for his own good and you can’t stop wanting him. “Zoro, *breath* n-need *breath* more.” You manage to say as you try leveling yourself. “Need more of your cock, ple—ase!”

And all you had to do was ask.

He picks you up a little and off the table with your assistance, grounding your body on the floor next to it, that way Zoro can get in a more intimate position he’d hoped for all along. His body on yours, in whatever way you’ll allow him to take you. It sounds like a dream.

You claw at his bicep while he hovers over you, and it feels like he hasn’t kissed you in forever. He comes down to meet your lips once again, shaft in hand and again, lining himself up. Only this time as a warning Zoro rubs himself up and down before entering you with a slow push. You manage a “Mmmfffhh!” At the intrusion, but you welcome it anyways. He starts his pace like the last.

There’s something different about it though, it might be the intimacy and just how close you guys seem to be this time around, you’re wrapping yourself around him like he was your life-line. You have your hands tight around his shoulders with your legs hanging off his hips for support while they rock into you with much force to accompany it.

He’s just as gone as you are, his cock is hitting you in the deepest places he couldn’t have imagined. “You’re… so good for me, s’like you’re mine. Letting me fuck you like th—is.” He says with a groan following suit, “You like getting spoiled like this, baby?”

Your eyes are shut tight and you’re dizzy, “Mhm! O—Only by you! J-Just by you Zoro!”

Now it might’ve been the heat of the room, but you feel so impossibly wet, all over. And it’s proven in the way that the blankets surrounding you are slowly getting drenched with your sweat amongst many other things, you’re a bit ashamed for a second, you wonder how you’ll clean it up.

That thought gets thrown out the window the faster it comes in through it, Zoro hits a spot you were all too familiar with and you cry out. “Oooooooh… fuck… yesyesyesyesyes—” You chant his name like your life depended on it, and he feels like he could just explode right then. He’s so enamored by you, the way your sweat accentuated every beautiful thing about you and it sends him into overdrive, he promised not to get rough but it’s impossible. His hips are automatic in that sense, he just wants to ruin you.

You don’t seem to mind the change in pace, how rough he fucks you, though. “Y-Yes, like that, don’t. Fucking. Stop.” You welcome it if anything.

He laughs at your change of heart, “M…not planning to, doll.”

And almost as if you’re trying to choke around him, it’s dangerously tight, and with every thrust it feels almost impossible going back in—it’s like he can’t imagine that this feels good for you but your face truly begs to differ. You stare at him with so much desire in your eyes and your body naturally pleads for more, bucking hips and arms like you never wanna let go. Zoro doesn’t even remember what drove him to come here in the first place, but he can’t imagine a better outcome—a doll like you, sweet and willing to let him fuck you in any position he wished. God, he almost wants to steal you away from this loser town and have you all to himself.

He feels himself dangerously closer this time, all the more sensitive. And without your audible declarations, he thinks he might cum before you.

He brings his thumb to your clit and starts his circular motion before coming down to kiss you gently, muffling your sweet sounds while you wrap your hands around his neck. Everything about this screams intimate, if it wasn’t for how rough he’d have been going you would have thought he was making love to you.

You gasp for air as your orgasm quickly reigns down on you for the third time, his strokes are a little bit sloppier and he’s instantly pulling out to once again; cumming on your stomach.

It’s quiet for a while save for the sighs and heavy breaths that leave both your throats, he’s leaning back off of his heel to get a good look at you after damn near ravaging you. He’s content, but he genuinely believes he could go for another couple more rounds. Your laid on your side, eyes closed and relaxed.

Zoro turns you back onto your position before and takes a nearby piece of cloth that is to no surprise nearby, to wipe off your stomach, “Bailin’ on me already?” He says, it’s playful but he’s as a serious as you’ll let him be. He’s still half hard and he doesn’t think he’d be able to stop anytime soon.

“How many rounds can you go, you beast?” You ask trying to sit up off of your elbows once again.

“Bout as many as you can take.”

-

And take you do, the brute man fucks you through all the rest of the continuous rounds. Slow, hard, soft—just when you think you might not be able to withstand the next one, all it takes is a glance at his hungry eyes and you’re back under his wrath, it’s pathetic almost and you should be ashamed, but it feels euphoric.

You realize about half-way through it all that you’re not fucking just anyone, but the Roronoa Zoro. The man with a billion dollar bounty on his head. It should make you stop. Shouldn’t it? You should put an end to this scandal before someone finds you out, the second it dawns on you.

And you’ll take it to the grave; the truth is that it made you so much more hungrier for him. You, a mere civilian amongst a no-name town that many along the Grand Line used as a means to kick their feet up and relax, so small and irrelevant… are fucking one of the most dangerous men across the 4 seas?

Why, it was nothing but fuel to you. To go harder, faster, just for him. Just to impress him and make him feel like you were the only one for him.

The last round is when he ruthlessly suggests that you ride his dick, you could tell that he was getting off on the idea of you being so desperate for his cock and trying to muster up any will-power to drag yourself up and down. It was comedic really, you were crying, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop even though your thighs were so painfully sore. It almost felt like a drug.

Along the way he decides that he’s bored with the theatrics and pulls you down just to fuck up into you. And the way you came just felt as good as the last. You pulled off of him and rubbed your slit onto his shaft while he came as well.

Now with him sprawled against the bedded floor with him on top of you, it’s boiling in the room now, you might even slide off of him because of how wet you both are. Lewd, dirty, disgusting. But if no one’s outside with pitchforks and fire the way you chanted his unmistakable name, you’d say you weren’t too loud. Maybe.

“So, d’you think I found my match?” He says, and you can’t help the laugh that erupts from you.

“Not yet.” You lay your head against his wet chest, “You’re gonna have to keep looking. Plenty of fish in the sea.”

His chest vibrates against your head with a big hum, “Not worth my while, not as good a fish as you.”

[petrichorium]

I... would like to hear more of your thoughts about Luffy.... if you have any more to spare.....

lil prequel to this

The jungle is hotter than you anticipated.

It's only been an hour and already you're sweating through your linen shirt. It was foolish, really, to assume you'd be prepared, but before setting foot on the beach you might have said you'd last at least the first day before stripping most of your outerclothes.

Luffy, in contrast, seems perfectly unaffected. Of course it’s been nearly a decade since he’d first entered the Grand Line, an infinity of experience compared to you—in fact you might even say he looks more at home amongst the overgrowth and unseen beasts than he did in the bustling urbanism of your home island. He stands taller, you think; doesn’t bother hunching to your height, shoulders rolled back with eager confidence.

He'd picked up a walking stick somewhere along the way, and though he's offered more than once you've resolutely refused to climb onto that broad back if only because just the sight of it before you has your heart beating ever faster.

(And, admittedly, because more than once you've spotted some bug or another that has drawn you astray, and you'd be far too sheepish to ask him to stop and let you off if you saw one from his back.)

Now you lead the way, following the trail of distinctively eaten foliage that you'd first pointed out to a surprisingly keen pirate king who'd crouched to hover over your shoulder as you eagerly gestured to the characteristic patterns. He's carried on following you, an energetic pup at your heels with hands just a bit too willing to reach out and tug you away from the countless dips and valleys you seem determined to fall down.

Such as the one you stumble across now. The ground drops before you, so large that even your poor reflexes can stop you. Your heart drops even faster—once the trees have given way you realize the cliff you’ve run square into has revealed a perfect view of the ship you arrived on, and just how far into the horizon it’s gotten.

“Ahhhh,” Luffy says, a dismayed sort of noise. You flinch as a heavy forearm slams against your shoulder, the man forcing more of his weight than comfortable onto you as he leans forward. “So slow. The Sunny would have been gone by now.”

“What?”

“The Thousand Sunny! My ship!”

You wrinkle your nose. “I know what the Thousand Sunny is—“

“You do?” He’s giddy now, eager as he leans even closer into your personal space. “She’s the best ship ever, right? With the lion at the front, so cool, I'll take you to sit on it when—“

“I don’t know that much.” Your hand finds his face as you shove him away none too gently. He doesn’t budge. “Just the name, the figurehead… the flag.”

What any person in the world would know about the ship that carries the king of the pirates. You don’t bother clarifying such things anymore. Luffy doesn’t tend to listen.

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned by the fact that our ship has sailed off?”

He blinks. “That’s why you brought me along, though.”

The words turn your blood cold. You swallow thickly. “You knew? Did you… did Lyle tell you? Is that why you agreed so quickly?”

Luffy makes a face. When he speaks it’s sour in a distinctly juvenile way. “Don’t talk about him, I don’t like him. And I really don’t like when you talk about him.”

"He's my husband," is all you can think to say in response.

"He wants you dead."

Even more than before, you feel as if you've been doused in freezing water, as if the air has been knocked from your lungs. You knew—of course you knew, obviously you knew, but hearing it aloud is an entirely different territory. Your knees buckle; Luffy’s hands find your waist before you can drop, lifting you with ease to deposit you almost tenderly onto the large outcropping of rock you’d been bracing yourself against.

They rest on either side of your thighs. You try not to think too hard about how warm they feel against you.

Your new perch is high enough that you’re level with him now. It’s a more comfortable feeling, no longer craning your neck to look him in the eye. Except he has other intentions; ones that have your face growing hot as he sighs and lowers his head to rest his cheek against the soft give of your thigh.

He’s always been touchy, moreso than appropriate, but it’s never been anything this bold. When he glances up at you through lidded eyes your breath hitches, a thrill going through you.

“We’ll just wait for my crew, yeah? If I don’t show up in a couple days they’ll follow my vivre card to find us. But you knew all that, didn’t you?”

You squirm a little. Luffy's arm tightens around your legs.

"Stop that. Just lemme—"

He shoves his face into your stomach. You yelp, hand flying to grip his hair none too gently—but that only drags a groan from him as he presses further and inhales deeply. Your abdomen tenses involuntarily.

(Lyle had never touched you so intimately, and certainly never so desperately. It had all been courteous and tasteful during the course of your arranged engagement, and then he'd gone cold after the wedding. Some rebellious part of you wishes he could see you and the king of the pirates now...)

He pulls back only when you finally sink into it. Stomach still fluttering, you push it aside and lean back on your forearm, that hand in his hair relaxing to stroke through the strands absent-mindedly. He eases up, lifting his head to watch you.

“Why?” You say finally. “Why are you so calm? I tricked you into coming here, I lied to you, I manipulated you, and you just went along with it? Now you’re stranded on this island with me for who knows how long until your people finally show up and you’re just okay with that? Why?”

Luffy blinks at you, dark eyes wide as his head tilts and his mouth pulls into a pout that has your heart skipping a beat.

“Well… you’re gonna join my crew, aren’t you?”

[sen-ya]

part 4/7

the lil law bein held by luffy is v important to me

[op comic masterpost]

[pg1] Panel 1: Law: ...

Panel 2: Law: ...Bepo knows. Luffy: Penguin and Shachi too I assume? Law: They better not. I swore Bepo to secrecy. He only knows cuz he's the one who figured it out. Luffy: Got it

Panel 3: Luffy: So you wanna start with the pros or cons? Law: Pfft, you know. Luffy: Okay. I don't think it would make you feel very good. Law: I'm already sick all the damn time. Luffy: You know what I mean Law [talking over Luffy]: I know what you mean.

Panel 4: Luffy: We sail on different ships Law: I don't know obstetrics Luffy: My family doesn't have a great dad track record Law: Most of my crew doesn't know that I'm trans, so I'd have to come out Law: We're pirates Luffy: You can't count that, there's already kids on my ship Law: Fine Law: We can't make our crews stay together just because we want to. Law: People might think my crew is under yours and that would not go well. Luffy: So if we wanted to stay together we'd probably have to leave for awhile like Usopp did. Law: What if she's got white lead disease?

Panel 5: Luffy: You already cured tha-- wait did you say she? Law: Oops. Luffy: Oops? Why oops? Law: Listen, I needed all of the available information. Luffy: Any more to share? Law: Um. It's been about 12 weeks. Luffy: Since what? Law: Okay nevermind I have no more information that will mean anything to you.

Panel 6: Luffy: ...Why does that make it different? Law: ...I don't know, but it happened to me too. Not that it means it's a girl. But assigning a pronoun...I think I've gone soft. Wouldn't have meant anything a decade ago.

[pg2] Panel 7: Luffy: Me too. I think this'll be easier if we just say 'it.' Law: You're right. But I tried. And even when I do, when I close my eyes I just see this kid that looks like you.

Panel 8: Luffy & Law: ...

Panel 9: Luffy: Fuck Law: I know Luffy: You can't just say shit like that. Law: I'm sorry.

Panel 10: Luffy: Well now we know it's an option. We could always plan for it later. Law: But it also could be a fluke. Honestly with all the shit I do to my body it's a wonder she made it so far without me knowing. Luffy: It's cuz she's mine.

Panel 11: Law: Fuck Luffy: That was supposed to be an inside thought Law: You don't have those. This is a terrible idea. Luffy: I agree Law: So we agree we shouldn't do this.

Panel 12: Law & Luffy: ...

[pg3] Panel 13: Luffy: Everyone expects us to be docked here for a week. So I don't think we have to decide right now.

Panel 14: Law: Yeah. Yeah good point. Law: And if I can just use the Sunny's library...I'm sure Kaya's got some books in there that would...offer perspective.

Panel 15: Luffy: And we can keep thinking of pros and cons!

Panel 16: Law: And at the end of the week we can both write down what we think we should do Law: and we can compare answers.

Panel 17: Luffy: It's a plan! Law: It's a plan.

[theclearblue]

The Razor Blade scene: Character assassination, a joke, or something else?

I've been seeing people discuss two small scenes connected to each other post Fishman Island and in Punk Hazard, the first where the two are bickering and they say this:

And a scene in Punk Hazard where Sanji packed lunches for Luffy, Zoro, Robin, and Usopp and Zoro is making "crunching" noises in the panel, and Oda reveals in an SBS that Sanji did actually put razor blades and poison in Zoro's food:

I have seen claims of character assassination in this scene for Sanji, considering his position on food being something everyone has a right to and his refusal in Whole Cake Island to put poison in the cake they plan to give to Big Mom:

I understand that comparing the two scenes, it does look like Sanji is abandoning his ideals just to get back at Zoro in their fight. But we need to look at both what Oda is saying in the SBS and also Zoro and Sanji's relationship to understand this scene, and why I don't believe this breaks Sanji's character or his ideals.

In the SBS, Oda ends the answer with "The serious nature of their fight is what makes it interesting." Going back one panel and seeing what triggered this fight:

It was Zoro being a lil shit and calling Sanji "Nosebleed-kun." That's to say, this fight is no more serious than their usual bickering, and Oda is making fun of that. Ultimately, this scene and the lunchboxes is a running joke, so that is one thing to keep in mind is that the scene, and Sanji by extension, is not serious about this fight. Of course, jokes are not immune to committing mischaracterization, so we have to look at their relationship too to make sense of it fully.

So why did Sanji actually put poison and razor blades in Zoro's food if he believes that poison shouldn't be used in food? I think at the end of the day, we have to remember that Sanji would never hurt anyone through food, especially the ones he cares about. And he does care about Zoro, it is shown time and time again that they watch out for and care for each other, from Long Ring Long Land, to Thriller Bark and Saoboady, and in Wano. My point is that Sanji knows that Zoro is a freak of nature and wouldn't actually be hurt by the razor blades or the poison, and that he would finish the food.

Zoro actually eats the damn food and literally says nothing about it, Oda didn't even think people would catch this it was such a small detail, but it's one I really like. One because, honestly, it is a funny joke to me, but also it shows a level of trust and understanding of each other? Sanji knows that Zoro is such a brute that he can just fucking. Chomp on metal (which. you know he does on the regular anyways LMAO) and have a little bit of poison go through him and he's literally fine. This is no worse to me than Sanji kicking him. And Zoro just accepting what he's been given, literally no complaints, and he finishes the food and doesn't waste it, because he DOES respect what Sanji does for him and the crew on a daily basis.

Ultimately, the difference in this scene and in Whole Cake Island is that Sanji KNOWS that he isn't actually gonna hurt Zoro by pulling this on him, hes looking to call Zoro on his taunt and be an annoying brat back to him. Bege is seriously asking him to kill Big Mom through the food that he makes, something that's on a completely different level then him pulling a prank on Zoro. The razor blade joke no different in this scene as well in Wano:

I don't think this is out of character for Sanji, it is their usual pettiness on full display, but also serves as a nice small detail into how they understand and trust each other.

[sanjisnumber1hater]

Nami as a Girlfriend

Headcanons 🧡

Love me some lesbian pirates, I think I got a lil carried away but oh well

Not really anything bad but mentions of boobies and lingerie, a bit suggestive

Nami loves to shop! So why wouldn’t she with her girlfriend? As soon as the ship makes it to an island with a bustling town, Nami is sure to grab your hand and some coin. (her coin? Ummm no-) Most trips are joined by just you guys! But sometimes Robin and Chopper likes to tag along as well. Sanji tries to, but usually either gets berated or just K.O’d by Nami. (Deserved)

Nami loves to help you find things to try on! As soon as you guys walk into a store, she makes it her life mission to find you an outfit you’ll enjoy. She WILL be joining you in the changing room by the way, no ifs, ands, or buts! Sometimes you guys even dress each other. Whether you like it or not, she insists on finding cute lingerie for you. She also loves to find matching pairs to wear together!

Nami’s love language is definitely touch, she cannot keep her hands off you! She loves holding hands and wrapping an arm around your waist while walking. She’s also not shy at all when it comes to pda. She’s not afraid to start caressing your face while gently kissing you on the lips while attending one of the many parties the crew has after defeating a tough enemy. She does not care not one bit, unless someone is being creepy. (Sanji-)

That being said, I don’t think Nami could really get jealous, atleast towards a man. She knows you’re HER girlie and would do anything for her! She has a lot of trust into you. It’s other people she doesn’t trust, (not including Sanji, a weirdo but harmless) she’s met so many strange and perverted men she’s scared you might get abducted or something. I mean she did get kidnapped and almost forcibly married to a strange, invisible, animal, zombie guy that one time on Thriller Bark.

Jealousy towards a woman though? Maybe, just maybe. When Robin first joined the crew, before you guys even started dating, Nami noticed you took an interest in her. Welcoming her to the crew and spending time with each other. I mean who wouldn’t? Robin is one of the prettiest girls she’s ever seen..

Which got her nervous that you might have started developing romantic attraction to her. This actually led to her confessing her feelings and you confessing as well! With that, she found out you just wanted to be nice and friendly towards the newest crew mate that everyone was suspicious towards.

After confessing to you, Nami hasn’t really gotten that jealous anymore. She knows her worth, she knows she’s pretty, and she also knows you wouldn’t cheat on her so why be jealous? The only other time she will ever truly get jealous is when a lady gets flirty with you, (no way would Nami ever get scared of a man tryin’ to take her woman) she usually becomes pouty. At one point she did use her Clima-Tact to drench a poor woman with a rain cloud because she wouldn’t back off.

Going back on love languages, I think gift giving is a big one for her too. We all know Nami can be a tiny little orange dragon hoarding her gold, but for her girlfriend? She’s not scared at all to spend some to make her happy. Gifts she gives you could range from any kind of clothes, (although you see a trend In bikini tops and shorts/skirts) to accessories, plushies, makeup, (if you wear it ofc!) and things you use for any hobby of yours!

I feel like some of the crew totally seen this relationship coming. Except for the monster trio of course, Luffy doesn’t know anything about romantic love, Zoro only cares bout being the best swordsman, and Sanji is too busy staring at Nami’s boobies to realize a relationship was even blooming.

Usopp totally knew this ship was gonna sail, in fact he was secretly shipping you and Nami before you guys even realized you liked each other! I think Chopper could also tell something was up, just didn’t know exactly what was up. What little time Robin was on board before you guys started dating, she totally knew from the get go, she could just tell from the way you acted around Nami. Plus, every time you talked to Robin you would somehow find a way to talk about Nami!

You would talk about how smart and talented she was at drawing maps, how skilled she was as a navigator and meteorologist, and how pretty she was! Everytime you seen something that reminded you of Nami, whether it was a pretty orange sunset or a shiny coin in your pocket, you couldn’t help but blabber on and on about her!

Same with Nami! Every chance she gets to talk about you, she will take it! When Vivi was apart of the crew, Nami would talk about how beautiful you look in the top she helped you pick out or how your pretty eyes sparkled every time you laid your eyes on her to Vivi quite often. You and Nami still do this even after the 2 year time skip!

Speaking of the 2 years you guys were separated..

IT WAS AWEFUL! Not only was the crew separated, but you guys were too! It was extremely hard being apart from each other. No more nightly cuddles while gazing at the stars, no more good morning kisses, no more holding hands while shopping, and no more teasing Sanji over your relationship. But as the old saying goes, “distance makes the heart grow fonder”.

The satisfaction of realizing who you were sitting beside at the bar in Sabaody felt exhilarating! Unlike Usopp, you definitely got more than a face full of boobies that day. 😉

[grandlinedreams]

monster trio reactions when reader got pms and gets really sensitive and angry?

Ooh, absolutely!! I hope that this is okay!!

[Heads up!: afab/fem aligned reader, period talk, mood swings, the boys are good boys if not a lil confused]

Luffy ㅡ probably the most confused of the three when you go from your usual cheer to irritable, wants to know what's bothering you. Apologizes for things you didn't even know he did ㅡ like eating the last of the cheesecake or stealing your pillow and replacing it with his. Thinks it's him that you're mad at, and when you tell him no, you're just generally upset with everything right now, he offers a solution in either wrestling with him or flat out yelling at the top of your lungs from the top of the Sunny's figurehead. He does it all the time (usually out of excitement) and it makes him feel better, so why shouldn't it work for you?

"Won't the others get mad?" You ask as Luffy helps you up onto the lion's head, his hand still curled around yours when you settle beside him.

"Nah, why would they? Not like anyone else can hear us. C'mon, try it!" He grins at you, squeezing your hand in encouragement.

It feels strange to do something like this and it takes a couple tries to be loud enough that Luffy thinks it'll help ㅡ but he does end up being right. Even though now your head hurts a little and your throat is sore, you do feel better about the churn of hormone fueled irritation.

"See?" Luffy beams as he reaches to help you down, using it as an excuse to hug you. "I told you it'd make you feel better!"

ㅡ

Zoro ㅡ probably the worst of the three in handling it. Not because he doesn't care or isn't worried, but because he has a hair trigger temper and his first instinct is not to figure out what's going on, but to fight fire with fire. Which leads to arguments, which leads to ㅡ

"Stop yellin' at me, damn it! Not my fault you woke up and decided to be like this!" Zoro shouldn't be yelling at you, he knows that ㅡ but you started it. You've thrown him for a loop the last couple of days because of your attitude, and now you're about to throw him for another. You sniffle, and it's with absolute bafflement that Zoro realizes you've gone from pissed off to crying. "Whㅡwhy are you crying?"

Your response is garbled, and he panics a little as he pulls you to him, and you hiccup. "Come on, stop cryin'. What's with you, anyways?"

"Don't feel good," you mumble into his chest and Zoro wants to point out that picking fights isn't the way to go about feeling better, but he bites his tongue.

"C'mon, let's see if Chopper has anything that'll help and then nap, okay?" He's gruff but gentle, and when you do end up falling asleep with him for a much needed afternoon nap, he has no complaints.

ㅡ

Sanji ㅡ somewhere in the middle between baffled and concerned, but also the most likely to figure out what's actually going on as far as why you're so irritable about everything. Goes out of his way to fix things that will help ease cramping/more than happy to fix something if you're craving it.

"Here you go, mon petit chou." You blink as Sanji hands you a steaming mug of something, and you give it an experimental sniff.

"Chamomile?"

Sanji nods. "I read somewhere that it's good for cramps," he says, then eyes you. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," you answer, and he watches as you take a tiny sip, humming at the taste. "Thank-you, Sanji."

He beams. "Anything for you, mon petit chou."

[hat-shu]

@z-nightshade

Pardon the quality and colors (I swear the eyes are blue-green! but when I downloaded it everything shifted in color), I don’t know how to fix that :-:

Love your story! This idea had me in a chokehold until I finished it and thought why not share it— yes, I made an account solely to post fanart, hope you like it.

I took some creative liberties with the narrator voice, I wanted to set the mood and mention fate in some way, we do know fate has some kind of hold on Cass and it did guide them at times so I imagine them to at least be on Cass’s side, hence the amused image. Maybe fate sees them as their child of sorts (them being an oracle and all) Just my theories and takes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My thoughts/creative process bts for anyone who is interested:

—The odyssey book: I though Cass would have wanted to include everyone in the process since it’s their adventures as a crew, so I added everyone’s fingerprints [Cass and Luffy are next to each, and Luffy of course, the lil straw hat is to make sure everyone knows whose thumb the captain’s is] the panel as a whole is of the far future but not the end. The book is hand bound since I think Cass is fancy like that.

—Franky’s is a screw because he wanted something that had FRRANKYYY ENERGY! Don’t ask me, I am just the messenger.

—Cass just got out of the sea, so their hair is dripping and slicked back, water running down their face (hope it was obvious, since I wanted the hair to be fluffy I had to indicate with draw water drops).

— reading order is like a classic manga (probably should have started with that).

—the desk has a built in shelf for easy access to reverence books while writing, maybe even for their completed works.

—I ALMOST FORGOT THE NOSE PIERCING! I didn’t in the end but it was close. And I looked at already existing art of Cass and thought I saw an industrial piercing…so I added that, if it is not…ignore it.

—The Ring should have probably been lighter but I didn’t notice that it got colored in with the shirt. The jacket is just laziness, it looked weird without it.

—I am info dumping because I am hoping to appease the creative gremlin in my brain, I would like to have my thoughts back.

excuse any writing errors, I have no energy to check.

[clemkruckinnie]

only you- opla!nami x reader

a/n-not requested! just a lil smth for my fav tangerine 💕💕 also luffy says lesbian rights

“Luffy, i’m telling you it’s not-“

“Talk to her!”He encourages you, shoving you forward. “It’s just Nami.”

He misses the incredulous look you give him, and before you can make a break for it, Nami’s looking up at you.

“Can I join you?”You manage to find your voice again. Nami nods, moving her hand from next to her so you can sit. The two of you enjoy the silence for a moment, watching your crewmates, your friends, and everything feels perfect.

Everything except the tension between you two, that is.

It had been so obvious that even Luffy had asked you what was going on. He was met with a snort from Zoro, a glare from you, and the conversation had ended there. That is, until he’d found you alone during the celebration of the victory against Arlong, put 2 and 2 together, and forced you to face what was between you and Nami.

There’s no way out this time, though. Not with you and Nami so close, and alone for the first time since she’d left.

“I missed you.” Aside from your question moments before, it’s the first thing you’ve said to her in private since your reunion.

“I missed you, too.” It’s a start.

“Your tattoo’s healing already.” You point out. You’d always wanted one of your own, having been too scared of needles to go for it. Your hand is hovering before you can even ask if you can touch it.

“Can I?”

Nami shrugs, “You’ve touched it before.” You remember when you’d bandaged her wound up, the act feeling vulnerable, tense, almost raw.

Your fingers ghost over the blue ink, tracing the shape she’d chosen to cover the last trace of Arlong’s grip on her.

“Beautiful.”You whisper.

“It’s simple.”

“Not just the tattoo.”

You don’t realize the words have left your mouth until Nami looks at you, through you, and you feel yourself freeze in place.

“I-“ You pause. You can’t say you’re sorry for what you said. You’re not, and never would be, not anymore.

“Why did you forgive me so fast?” Nami’s voice is uncharacteristically soft as she asks you.

“Everyone did, it wasn’t your fault.”

“You’re different.”

Nami’s bluntness almost takes you by surprise, but at this point you know her too well to be swayed by it. Her eyes give it away—she’s scared.

You bite your lip, your mouth wanting to move faster than your brain. It’s always been a flaw of yours, and you’re trying so hard to fight it off, so hard to turn what you’re about to say into something cohesive, but it’s too late.

“I can’t be mad at you. I can’t. Not when I felt the way I did the first time you looked at me, not when I felt like someone had taken a piece of my soul after Luffy told me you’d-“

You can’t tell if the memory hurts you or Nami more.

“The way I feel with you, I haven’t felt it with anyone else.” You explain. “And I think you feel it, too.”

Nami looks anywhere but your eyes for a moment, but finally looks back up again, big blue eyes gazing into your (e/c) ones.

“I do.” Nami admits. “That’s why I stayed away. You scared me.”

“I scared you?” You laugh softly. Nami nudges your shoulder, making you laugh again, louder.

“Yes! Yes, you did.” Nami continues. “You made me feel something new. I thought i’d taught myself not to feel strong emotions, but you made me-“ Nami trails off. “Not nervous. Natural. I looked at you and it was like we weren’t supposed to be apart.”

Your heart flutters at her words, smiling as the heat flushes through your face.

“I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” You admit, looking down at your hands.

Nami reaches over, taking your hands into hers, admiring them. She’d watched you fight like hell with these hands, and use the same ones to tenderly bandage her arm. Tough and strong, but tender and soft—just like you. Without thinking, she holds one up. Then, she presses a soft kiss onto your knuckles.

Your breath hitches as you realize the meaning behind the action.

Nami looks back up at you with that same vulnerability in her eyes. You can’t bear it any longer, leaning in softly, kissing her so delicately it’s almost like you hadn’t in the first place.

You ignore your crewmates’ cheers as the two of you smile, pulling away, foreheads still together.

You two will have a long journey together, but the One Piece has nothing on the orange-haired treasure across from you.

[luffyvace]

Luffy x male reader hcs ☆

Cuz yeaaaaa I never see this?? I’m sure there’s some male luffy simps out there somewhere !!

come get your food I know you exist!! <3

Now luffy’s not gentle with anyone

but if your a guy he assumes you can handle yourself, weak or not

Why? Because your a man! And men have to do what a man has to do

Luffy has mentioned multiple times to protect nami

because she’s a young girl! (Not a grown woman—she’s eight-TEEN)

robin is strong and has a devil fruit so she’s different!

nami has average feats besides some decent durability

but yeah so he’s not gentle at all

you may get treated like zoro and usopp

you two probably seem more like best friends than a couple

luffy drags you EVERYWHERE on your adventures!

like literally you don’t remember a time where you two are separated

which leads me to believe one of his love languages are quality time

playing together, fishing together, fighting side by side, exploring together

did you notice how many times I said together??

yes!! Because your never apart!!!

so, what’s the other love language??

why physical touch of course!

luffy has no concept of personal space

as we know

so he’s always slingshotting onto you, hopping on you back (even if your smaller), dragging you around, whatever!

he does this subconsciously of course

The crew gets this as well but with as touchy as he is with you, you can tell you two are the couple of the group

don’t bother with dates unless you want to have a eating competition

that’s a date he’ll gladly take on without RUINING

In fact he wins!

every time-

no matter what type of competition it is luffy will never hold back

not even to make you feel better 🤷‍♀️

if you’re just as hyper as him you two are the chaotic duo

nami is always scolding and punching you both

not that you learn your lesson or anything

you guys are always doing stupid stuff like challenges and pranks

and bothering your fellow straw hats when you get bored

🤪

With a more rational boyfriend

luffy doesn’t calm down at all

nor does he listen to you any better than nami

he drags you around on his silly adventures whether you want to or not

in fact that may be how you joined in the first place!

(you remind me of law—platonically)

Luffy always laughs and says “come on m/n it’ll be fun!” Whenever you express you don’t wanna do something

yeah he’s not a great listener

but he is good at picking up on feelings!

so if your genuinely sad he can tell straight away you aren’t your normal self, even if your the world’s best actor

m/n being more sentimental/emotional actually kinda goes hand in hand with luffy since he can pick up on those if nothing else

although you’ll be going through a roller coaster of said emotions-

at least he listens to your demands a little more

Unlike zoro for example as to where he doesn’t get to finish his sentences 🤦‍♀️😬

if luffy ever gifts you something it’ll either be so perfectly accurate (you probably think someone helped him but he did it by himself and didn’t think much of it)

or 😬😬😟

“gee..thanks luffy..”

”no problem m/n!” 😊👍

LOL

if your weak luffy won’t train with you-

you either train with zoro or get stronger with time

it’s not that he doesn’t want to

it just doesn’t cross his mind

he spent 10 years training, he thinks he’s pretty good

All he needs now is experience and adventure!

but if you ask him? Sure!

(im warning you this is training and he doesn’t hold back, especially since your a guy)

idk why luffy thinks guys can handle everything??

like dang you could be a lil gentle..?

anyway yeah

if your strong? Great!

now you can fight along side him :)

random

luffy tells you about everything and anything

Even stuff you don’t wanna know..

”OIII M/N COME LOOK A FISH POOPED IN THE OCEAN!! USOPP WASN’T LYING!”

what??

YUP I’m ending it there 😜

Hopefully my male readers enjoyed this!~ more op content coming soon💗

[beanghostprincess]

Your post about Shanks ‘babysitting’ Yassop is so cute 😭💕 This literally gave me a thought about Shanks knowing Zeff and his little precious eggplant (Sanji)

Like, the Red Head Pirates goes to the Baratie and meet the chef, Red Leg Zeff, who has his adopted son in the ship. The little boy is respectfull and always wants to help. And Shanks just- starts to talk and play with the boy. They come to the restaurant often because of how much good the food is and everytime, Shanks plays with the kid.

Zeff also talks A LOT about his son, pround of how he is good at cooking and fighting. The Red Head Pirates ends up don't going to the Baratie for like, 2 or 3 years, and when they come again, Shanks notice the boy isn't there, Zeff tells Sanji is in the crew of some rubber boy with a Straw Hat and Shanks is like "THIS BOY IS MY SON-!" and they start to talk about everything who happened.

Bonus: Zeff starts to talk about some boy who Sanji talks a lot in the letters and Yassop, who is near to them, just yells "THIS KID YOU'RE SAYING IS MY SON" and turns out they discover that the kids of all of them are in the same crew.

THIS IS SO FUNNY AND SO SWEET AT THE SAME TIME I AM DYING JKESBFSJKDBFKJDBF PROUD DADS!!!!!!! PROUD DADS!!!!!!!!!!!

Shanks: Where's your little cook? I wanted to have one of his dishes. He's getting better than you, old man. Zeff: Watch your words or I might kick you out of here. And he's not so little anymore, he's nineteen. Shanks: HE'S WHAT???? Benn: Sometimes, when years pass, people grow up. If you weren't sure- Shanks: Haha. So funny. Okay! So where is that young man? Zeff: Ugh- New pirate took him with him. See the world and shit. To find the All Blue, he said. Shanks: Look who's following his father's steps! You must be proud, huh? You'll never say it, but I know! A father always knows. And who's that new pirate around? Wouldn't hurt to know. Zeff: Strange kid. Says he wants to find the One Piece. Devil fruit user. Rubbery body. Straw hat? Reminded me of you. Luf- Shanks: LUFFY! THAT'S MY KID! Benn: He's not your son. Shanks: HE'S SORT OF SOMETHING LIKE MY KID!

And then they stay there for a long time, the Red Hair pirates enjoying the food while Shanks and Zeff have this conversation close to them. That's when Zeff talks about what he knows about his son's crew, because Shanks literally knows nothing besides the basics and what Mihawk told him about Zoro. (Making this about Sanuso because you can't say that Sanji talks a lot about Usopp and not expect me to write it like this).

Zeff: Kid got himself an interesting team. Green-haired guy that almost gets himself killed. Idiot. Eggplant hates his guts, or so he says, but he has never been too good at hiding shit so it's obvious he cares about the swordsman. He talks about a girl too. Loves her. Believes he's gonna marry her. Most precious thing in the world, he says. A treasure of navigator, apparently. Usually, he's annoying when it comes to women, but this is too much even for him. Shanks: Oh! Young love! Are you sure she isn't the reason why he joined them? Zeff: Nah, it was your kid. He's persuasive. And I wouldn't call it love. At least not with her. Shanks: Care to explain? Zeff: Lil cook talks about a young man. A sniper. He's... Fond of him. I don't know how to explain it, but I know him. There's just something about the letters... Heck, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. But Eggplant and this kid, Usopp- Shanks: WHAT?! YASOPP! Yasopp: WHAT DO YOU WANT??? Shanks: YOUR KID'S DATING LIL COOK Yasopp: Wait what- (basically falls off the chair) WHAT?! Is he in his crew? Is he alright? Is he as cool as me? Of course he is! Wait, did you say something about dating? Zeff: They're not dating. Yasopp: Of course Usopp would date a cook, he has always loved food- Shanks: Yes, because when you left the only thing the kid could do was eat- Yasopp: Shut up! Is he alright, red leg? What does your kid say in the letters?

And they spend like, hours talking about them together, being all proud of their children <3

[blacklegsanjiii]

Thinking abt skypiea Sanji latey, lil wings and athena on his head sound soo cutee, maybe he fell down from the sky island and found his way to Zeff? Or maybe Sora was a skypiean judge managed to capture to further his bloodline and Sanji has inherited all his mothers sky traits?

Idk im just soft for the wings

I love that so much, though I doubt child Sanji would have survived the fall if he did do that but I think the second option fits really well with either clown!Sanji or Redhair!Sanji. So that's the one I'm going to focus on but I will probably make a loved!Sanji out of this as well. Genius, anon, simply genius.

Sanji being born with little wings and antennae on his head. Judge immediately knows he's likely a failure as Sora holds her babies and sobs that they're all alive. Still everything is mostly the same except for Sanji's wings are just as big a target as his hands and his antenna are threatened often. Sora tells him the legends of Skypiea and sings him the lullabies and teaches him the language as well. When she dies, Sanji is given a tune dial of his mother singing a lullaby by a maid who keeps it hidden for him.

Sanji is thrown in the dungeon and escapes with the helmet on in the East Blue. He's just running like Reiju told him to and he wishes the wings he had were useful. That he wasn't weak. I'm going with Shanks and Benn finding Sanji first.

Shanks and Benn feel the fear and other feelings from some woods nearby so they go check it out and find the eight year old and take him to the ship where they get Sanji out of the helmet. Sanji's wings are hidden under the rags he was in but Shanks knows what he is. And he's headed to the grand line where this would be more the norm for everyone there than the East Blue. Benn reminds him he doesn't want kids on his boat but Shanks insists this is an exception.

Shanks explains his former crew's time in Skypiea and how they would be happy to get the boy back and Sanji says he doesn't have family there, his mother was the wife of Vinsmoke Judge and she hadn't been there for a while. Sanji doesn't know if he has anyone anymore because he's supposed to be dead and asks why they saved him. Shanks and Benn's hearts break a little at that and say it was the right thing to do.

They make it to jaya and then Skypiea. They find no one related to Sanji and the bugs are terrifying the poor kid. Like beyond normal fear of bugs. And the bugs are big but Sanji was freaking out at the small ones so they go back down and Shanks is holding Sanji while Benn holds him and the ship.

They head to Sabaody and stick a hat and coat on Sanji because they're not going to let home get taken as a slave. They roll up to Shakky's to get information and drinks and when Rayleigh rolls in I gotta imagine everyone but Shakky and Sanji are staring at each other in shock until Rayleigh laughs and says of course they followed in their footsteps and got himself a brat and Shanks mutters his agreement. Sanji keeps fidgeting with the hat and hates his antennae being covered after the helmet and Yasopp says when they're on the ship he can take it off. Rayleigh says he can take it off now and pulls Sanji's hat off making him and Shakky gasp. Shanks tells him off and gives Sanji the hat back.

Sanji grows up with the Redhaired Pirates who embrace what he is. Shanks will spend hours if Sanji lets him stroking the kid's wings. This Sanji never learns about Luffy or Usopp and he runs into them and the crew at Sabaody while chatting with Rayleigh and Shakky after all the shit at the auction house. Before they get pawpawd away. Sanji is smiling and chatting with them easily with his wings and antennae free which makes the crew ask him a bunch of questions about why he's not in Skypiea and how he knows Rayleigh.

"I'm the brat of Redhaired Pirates. I'm out gathering some information." Sanji answers with a grin.

"You know Shanks?!" Luffy yells excitedly.

"Wait, they let you go with them?" Usopp asks.

"They didn't have anywhere they could safely leave me with the whole being Skypiean thing." Sanji shrugs.

"Lame, he didn't let us go." Luffy whines as Sanji gives them a questioning look.

"That's Roger's old hat, Shanks gave it to Luffy. Usopp there is Yasopp's boy." Rayleigh tells him.

"Ah." Sanji says lighting a cigarette. "Mutiny it is then."

Rayleigh laughs and the Strawhats demand more information which Sanji doesn't give them. When he gets back to the crew he tells Shanks about what happened on Sabaody and the Redhaired crew goes into action faster than they ever have. They make it to Marineford just after the White Beard fleet.

"You're not going to commit mutiny after this." Shanks tells his crew as they step onto the island.

"Let's see how this goes and then we'll decide, you deadbeat." Roux chuckles.

"Don't miss a shot or you're off the crew too, Yasopp." Sanji tells him as the war begins.

[stuckinmymind22]

playlists debrief | stay/is it over now? + better man

spoilers for this chapter (its a debrief)

i had too much to say for an a/n so we're making a dedicated post now lol. i have comments on the actual work and the process that need to be purged or they will stick with me too much. this is more rambling than anything but some thoughts are coherent

ace is bi for sure, i just didn't know how to specify that when i was calling him a slut bc i meantion that he doesn't bring girls over for platonic reasons, but boy brings dudes over platonically and i couldn't clarify that w/o it being clunky so i'll say it here

luffy was totally being a wingman bothering sabo like that (he was also genuinely hungry too but that's honestly a given) it was fully intentional for him to pull sabo out of the house

luffy might not understand romance or social conventions but goddamnit he can see when two people like-like each other (his words), it just took him a lil bit here bc he was so excited yk (luffy AuDHD headcanon real here)

Ik i just met sabo/koala (as adults) in dressrosa but i firmly believe that they both can be nosy bitches, but like only when they care to be. That is why i added in the talk w sabo and the bonus texts of him updating koala on what’s going down lol

I had to take out frobin i had to include sabo and koala, i’m sorry (vivi will probably make an appearance for those of you wondering)

i said i was gonna gut this chapter, and i did, but i also added a bunch of stuff to it, like that whole thing with sabo at the end was not supposed to be there, it came to me

as for the things that i cut;

the entire phone convo from the start (was gonna make frobin canon here, just know that it is)

a whole walk in the park

nami was supposed to call while you were sleeping and ace ends up answering (bc you don't wake up) and nami grills him

a whole sequence about leaving, and was debating having ace give up his bed and you spending the night (which would mean i have to rewrite some things already written)

probably something else i forgot idk

Dude you have no i dea how hard it is to not insert my personal taste in music entirely, like you’re gonna get some that’s just how this works but GOD when i get talking about music you gotta stab me to make me stfu really, i will talk your ear off about music if you give me the chance.

I also am struggling with picking songs that are probably gonna be known, im an avid discover weekly listener, a large majority of the artists i listen to are rocking with less than 300k monthly listeners, or its taylor swift. Even as a die hard swiftie i am not gonna use only her music that would drive me insane, there’s too much out there.

I also am struggling to not literally mold the story to the songs, which i never wanted to do in the first place, i want these bitches to have media literacy and understand that there’s a message in the song that they are supposed to be listening to rather than word for word. For ace this isn’t too too hard bc i have a playlist for him already but damn i just want to force everyone to shut up and listen to matilda cole or something omg. Losing track of where im going with this, maybe i;ll rewrite it when i transfer it over if you see this i copied and pasted all my unhinged thoughts so im sorry

pls like & comment! let me know your thoughts | © stuckinmymind22 | dividers by @enchanthings

[basedkikuenjoyer]

More Like a Wibbly-Wobbly Timey-Wimey Egg

1093 is a pretty action heavy chapter, so it leaves a lot less to ruminate on. The Kizaru fight is oodles of fun. The Dawn Stamp to all the illusions after getting them lined up is a classic, reminds me a little of Kuwabara vs. Byakko from YYH. And I love how much Luffy looks like a lil gremlin when he goes big. He'll always be just a lil guy to me. We'll also see a lot more of Egghead as we jump around and sadly nothing that bolsters the idea this was Toki's island. We even add a new Egghead-specific vegetation in some happy lil Diablo cacti. I think we've seen them already but you know...hard to remember every plant you see. And now I kinda want to take this break to talk foliage on various islands. Remember the spotted flowers would be the golden hint.

Still, I wouldn't toss that idea just yet. We only saw one bay on Toki's unnamed island. The placement still adds up, as does the timeline for Vegapunk getting started on his projects.

We did play with this area another way though, since Bonney incidentally gave us a detail about the timeline. And this is the big gun from this chapter. I've backed off of pointing out shared themes because it was getting repetitive, but this is a huge one. Type of thing where even non-obsessive weirdoes like me are catching on. We strongly imply Bonney's actual age is younger than first assumed. This is why you never horndog about people with skewed time. I do see people stumbling on this so keep in mind Bonney could be a "young girl" and like...14. This would all make sense.

That makes Bonney a humongous tie with Momonosuke as well as Kiku & Yamato who play with that theme in different ways. So tomorrow we're having a fun Tale of Two Hannya about that. Ooh, and while we're at it lovely Thriller Bark callback in Luffy thinking of Perona's ghosts with Kizaru's illusions. It's a long crescendo but the type of stuff we've been looking at all along is still escalating.

Sentomaru looking cool as hell here, and I'll say Vegapunk's reckless abandon rushing to save Bonney is reminding me of Usopp in the Raid. Good on him actually, he's seemed to be a little careless about allies all arc and knowing Bonney is actually a child makes a lot of sense out of how he treats her.

Last thing I'll say here is this. These have been some big chapters fleshing out Jewelry Bonney. We've been keeping an eye on her all Egghead because of her basic setup lending itself well to picking up Kiku's thread. Just remember...we took a lot of arc to get here. We've done the same so far with Stussy and Sentomaru and Vivi in the cutaway. Bonney being an actual child pushes her more towards ending up in a "family" structure as an ending. Happy end for Kuma, Vegapunk taking responsibility, something like that. If it were just her in all these side story spots I'd be over it, because I like Jewelry Bonney a lot actually...but when it's juggling multiple stories like this that play with established Wano themes, you can't ignore when someone who threads the needle on all of them was the one with the strange ending.

[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Chapter 14: Steady

The steady beep of the heart monitor was a common sound for you to wake up too, even if it had been years since you had passed out and been hospitalized for it. You had been extra careful during college, because any incidents would’ve been used to bring you back home.

You let your eyes open slowly, and adjusted to the dim lighting in the room.

“Hey, lil’ spark.” Sabo says softly, taking your hand into his as you continue to come around. “You with me?”

“Thing so.” You mumble thickly, licking dry lips. “Think so. How long?”

“Only about,” Sabo looks at his watch and does some quick math. “Thirteen hours. I think that’s a record recovery time for you, especially given what all you went through.”

“What… happened?” You question, struggling to sit up a little, but Sabo puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Stay back, I’ll lean the bed up for you.” He says, and the soft click of a button brings you up slowly. You notice two lumps snoring in a single chair in the corner. Ace is tucked into the back of the chair with his legs draped over one arm rest, and Luffy is laying over him, drooling against Ace’s knees as the rest of his limbs are sprawled out.

“Good news is, Dr. Law met us at the hospital entrance and took over your care immediately. He removed, well, two poisons. He took some of what came from the medication, and all of what came from the food you ate.” Sabo explains slowly. He gives you a moment to think about what he’s already said.

“It wasn’t bad food.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“… Why?”

“Considering it effected just about everyone in the building, forcing several offices to send people home early, the current assumption is that it was a tactic to clear the building prior to setting fire to it.”

“Why not just… wait? Until night?”

Sabo shakes his head. “I don’t know. Maybe someone was making a point? Maybe some casualties were the goal, just not too many? Sorry, I don’t know enough yet.”

“S’only been thirteen hours.” You say giving him a weak smile. “Ace and Luffy?”

Sabo smiles widely. “They’re okay. You have quite the grip, sister dear.”

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

“You wouldn’t let go of Ace.” Sabo explains, his grin becoming more Cheshire cat-like as you feel your face heat up. “He had to ride in the ambulance with you, and Law had to use his curse to separate you when you arrived at the hospital.”

“I would like to sleep forever.” You pull the sheets up over your face. “Sabo, please.”

“Sorry, but my own feelings aside, I think Ace would object.” He admits with a soft chuckle. “Shall I tell you embarrassing things he did to help alleviate your mortification, sister dear?”

“… Please.”

“He said you called his fire pretty, then went on to ramble for a solid five minutes about how he would become flames forever if that’s what you wanted. It was quite poetic. Burning for you, being a guiding light, I should’ve recorded it. He basically confessed to Luffy and I.” Sabo explains, shooting quick glances to the sleeping forms in the corner and making sure they were still asleep.

“When he realized what he had said, he burst into flames and set the sprinklers off.” Sabo’s trying to suppress a laugh at the memory. “We had to switch rooms and Law was quite irritated when he brought you in from the ICU.”

You put a hand to your mouth, trying not to laugh. “That’s adorable.”

Sabo nods in agreement before looking over at them again and leaning in close. “Despite his usual demeanor, he has his own demons, lil’ spark.”

Sabo leans back and pats your hand. “Regardless, I am here for you. If this is what you want, let nothing discourage you.”

“That’s quite the praise.” You say with a smile.

Sabo shrugs. “He is, despite his belief, an exemplary human. Ah, but are you hungry? I’m sure I can find something for you to eat. It’s 4am, in a couple hours the cafeteria will be open.”

“Cafeteria food.” You say it with a groan and Sabo pats your hand.

“I can promise their food will not have been maliciously compromised, but I can go to a 24-hour drive thru if that is preferable?”

“I don’t think you can bring outside food in.”

“You cannot get caught bringing outside food in,” he corrects.

“Mmm, a hotdog then? Some design of warm sandwich sounds good.”

“Hotdogs aren’t sandwiches.” Sabo argues.

“Bread, meat, stuff – don’t argue with me, I’m in the hospital.” You grin.

Sabo makes a face and then chuckles. “Very well. Let me wake the guards before I leave.”

“Let them sleep.”

“They’ve slept.” Sabo insists. “I won’t leave you unattended.”

You roll your eyes, but smile anyway. You can’t argue with your brother being concerned for you. You were literally just in a burning building a few hours prior.

Sabo flicks Ace’s forehead and he wakes up with a snorted gasp, rubbing his forehead as he looks up at Sabo with aggravation. Sabo nods toward the bed and Ace sees you are awake. His expression brightens so much you can feel the heat rushing into your face from it.

“Oh he-guh.” He falls back into the chair, as his attempt to get up makes him realize Luffy had passed out on top of him. He heaves the younger man off him with a grunt, and despite the heavy thud, Luffy seems unbothered by being relocated.

“I’m going to find something for her to eat, keep an eye out while I’m gone.” Sabo says.

“Yeah, sure.” Ace agrees, stepping over Luffy and coming over to the chair Sabo had been using earlier. “Anything new?”

“No, not so far.”

“Sleep when you come back.” Ace calls out as Sabo leaves the room and you see your brother flinch. He gives Ace a disgruntled look, but doesn’t say anything back.

“He hasn’t slept yet?” You question Ace.

“Nah, but he’ll be okay for a couple more hours. I’ve seen Sabo pull an all-nighter back-to-back before.” He explains, giving you a smile before it turns into a yawn. “How’re you feeling?”

“I – uh… f-fine.” You stammer. Being aware of how explicitly he liked you, made his proximity raise your heartbeat. He was in his fireman’s pants and boots, a tight, white A-shirt that must’ve been under the uniform jacket that Luffy was currently laying on.

“You did good, you know?” Ace says, giving you a soft smile. “You didn’t hurl, and you held on tight. Just like I needed.”

“Sorry.” You mutter quietly, pulling your eyes away and fidgeting with the edge of the blankets.

Ace looks confused. “For?”

“Er… Sabo said it took… um… quite the effort to, uhm, free you.” You could almost feel yourself sweating, and even worse, the heart monitor was beeping noticeably faster.

Ace is biting his lip, trying not to laugh. “I wasn’t complaining.” He admits, giving you a small grin when you manage to look at him. Even in the dim light of the room you can see his cheeks turning pink under the freckles.

“You had other responsibilities, I’m sure.” You manage to say after a moment.

“Ah, I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate anyway. I’m glad it worked out how it did.” He admits.

You cover your face with your hands as the heart monitor beeps faster, causing an alarm to go off. A Nurse comes in from the night station and you point to Ace, and Ace points to himself.

“Sorry.” He says, as the nurse comes over and turns the alarm off.

She smiles at the two of you and goes about giving you a quick check. Once she’s satisfied, she takes the heart monitor and turns it away, muting the beeping sound and giving you a wink before she leaves.

A silence settles over you, but you keep stealing glances at each other and shy smiles turn into soft giggles and awkward laughs. You haven’t said anything, but you both want to, and you’re both giving each other the chance to start.

“I called your fire pretty.”

“You did.”

“It is.” You insist. “Can I see it again?”

“Yeah… uh, but not here.” Ace puts his hands up and points to the ceiling. “I could set the sprinklers off again and I don’t want to risk it.”

“Again?” You prompt, and when he looks at you, you can’t hold back the knowing laugh.

Ace turns so red you’re surprised he hasn’t caught fire. “Sabo.” He says, eyes narrowing.

You nod, covering your mouth and trying not to laugh. “He told me and then, um, gave his… su-support.” You stammer the words, but manage to keep your eyes on his.

Ace stares at you for a moment, and when his hair flickers, he puts a hand over it.

“We can talk, once we get home.” You say, fidgeting absently with the bed sheets again. “If you don’t mind.”

Ace’s mouth opens and closes a couple times, and he makes a few weird noises before he laughs at himself a little. “I – I don’t mind at all. I… oh man.” He stretches and looks around the room letting out a long breath of air. “I don’t know what to say now. I kind of want to run around the hospital a few times.”

He puts his hands over his face and leans back in the chair.

“You could.” You prompt.

“Nuh-uh. Not until Sabo gets back.” He answers.

“I… I can’t imagine an entire building was poisoned and set on fire just for, uh… me.”

He leans forward, and his face is uncharacteristically stern. “Probably not, but we don’t know. Until we know I’m not taking the risk. Neither is Sabo. If I stepped out for a few minutes and came back and you were hurt, or worse.” He shakes his head. “Not risking it.”

You don’t have time to say anything in response, before a new voice catches your attention.

“Good, you’re awake.” Law says, stepping into the room. He looks at the heart rate monitor, pressing a few buttons on it to turn the beep back on. “How are you feeling?”

“Hungry, but good otherwise.” You answer. You were glad to hear the steady beep of the heart monitor.

The blue shift covers you and Law, and he begins to scan you again. “I didn’t remove as much of it as I would’ve liked.” He says flatly. “But under the circumstances, I wanted to err on the side of caution.”

“I understand.”

“Everything seems stable. I want you to eat and rest today. I don’t know what your work situation is going to be, given the fire, but tomorrow I’d like to still come by.”

“I’m being released then?” You question in surprise.

“Yes. You’re awake, you’re stable, your scan has come back as expected.” Law explains, as the blue shift fades. “People don’t often stay at my hospital for observation Miss (Y/N), but even so I’m quite certain you won’t be left unattended until I see you Wednesday.” He looks from you to Ace but doesn’t say anything more.

Despite your efforts, the heart monitor beeps a little faster.