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Crocodile

When he wakes, Crocodile never puts effort into remembering his dreams. He has them, often more nightmare than dream, but he’s quick to forget them in pursuit of whatever his tasks for the day were. The day he wakes up after having a wet dream about you, he works hard to burn it into his memory, not wanting to forget even a moment of it, the sight of you and sound of your voice. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t real, he refused to forget it.

When he continued with his morning into the shower, he was reluctant to touch himself, it was long since beneath him. He does it anyway, panting as he leaned his forehead against the cool tile wall, working himself hard and fast until he coats the wall in cum, barely avoiding moaning your name as he did it. In that moment, his plans for the day changed to centre around you. He was going to recreate that dream if it was the last thing he did.

Mihawk

Considering how little he sleeps, Mihawk has dreams incredibly rarely. He sleeps so lightly, unable to dream in that state. Mihawk also isn’t repressed by any measure, but he doesn’t often pursue physical intimacy as he has little need to do so, and very little interest in the people around him. So, that being said, if he were to have a wet dream about you he’d be incredibly surprised. It’s been many years since he’d had any sort of wet dream, which leaves him feeling like a foolish teenager again.

That doesn’t stop him taking his cock in hand to work it lazily, visions of you flitting over his eyelids. It isn’t often he does something like that, certainly not on the open ocean where anyone could see, but he didn’t even think twice as he pushed his trousers down to have proper access. He could still hear your voice in his mind, moaning his name.

Safe to say, he rushes home.

Buggy

His sheets are already damp when he wakes up, but he isn’t embarassed no - Buggy dreams of you often, and more than once he’d woken up to find he wasn’t just leaking but he’d already cum in his sleep. He took his cock in hand to hurriedly finish himself off, hips rutting wildly upward, already beyond desperate. It doesn’t take long for him to be cumming in his pants, not having bothered to pull them down to touch himself.

After cleaning up, Buggy sets on his way to find you. Calmer, less needy, but still eager to recreate what he saw with you for real. He’s sure you won’t refuse, after all, you never had before.

Shanks

It happens to Shanks for the first time when he’s napping on the beach of an island they’d docked at to restock. He only wakes up, very rudely interrupted just as he was about to watch you cum, because some of the guys are whistling at him. He doesn’t realise why at first, until the wind changes directions and he realises his pants are damp. He’s rock hard, a small wet patch where his tip was weeping just a little. He laughed along with the guys at his own expense, and headed back to the ship to change his pants.

Naturally, on his way there, he found you and hauled you over his shoulder to take you with him because no way was he going to head back to the ship hard and dripping without fucking you within an inch of your life. Then he could change his pants.

Beckman

If there’s anyone that absolutely owns it, it’s Beck. He wakes up and takes a moment to adjust to being awake again, blinking away the sleep in his eyes before he simply throws his legs over the side of the bed to get up and find you. He doesn’t waste time touching himself, or anything else, just finds the source of all his issues. Your moans still ring in his ears as he roams the ship, flashes of images of you in various places on his travels. He’s bent you over just about every surface on the ship in real life, as well as his dreams.

It doesn’t happen infrequently, Beck snatching you up while you’re in the middle of a task to have his filthy way with you, but after he’s had a wet dream about you he’s particularly rough. He’ll bend you over the first surface he can find that’s semi-private and pound you until he’s happy. Of course, he won’t neglect your needs - he’s a considerate lover.

Hongo

Unlike most of his crew, Hongo is more patient. He’ll let his desire subside, and get on with his day as intended. He has an important job as crew doctor after all. But, once the sun begins to set and he’s done for the day, Hongo starts his plan. He sets up everything he needs to recreate the dream he had, then spends dinner whispering it in your ear, just a little bit at a time. Driving you both wild, knowing what was coming once the meal was over. He spares no detail, uncaring of who overhears, though most crew members know better than to listen in on what he whispers to you by now.

Gojo has to kiss all over your face at least every half hour or he says he'll perish instantaneously. He doesn't seem to do this when he takes week long trips abroad for missions so you take it with a grain of salt. But when he does get his lips on you, no inch of skin will be left untouched, and it never ceases to make your face hot with both shy enjoyment and sheer humilition at his ridiculousness. He doesn’t care where you are, it won’t stop him from making sure you know how much he loves you, with his lips.

Geto he likes a classic, a kiss on the cheek. Conveys his affection for you with ease, appropriate in company, the girls don't complain and he can whisper filthy things in your ear. It’s simple, and it’s mature like the both of you are. On those days where he’s struggling most, he’ll hold your face like you’re his final lifeline, and press a kiss to your cheek, entire body trembling, a silent plea to hold him in return. You always will. His lips are warm against your skin regardless, a reminder that you’re both here and alive.

Nanami is a lover of a temple kiss. Not quite forehead, because he claims it takes more focus. He can press a quick kiss to your temple in passing without even thinking, and it’s appropriate regardless of the setting you find yourselves in. He’s not the jealous type perse, but he does like having an appropriate and adult way to send a silent message to those around you that you are wholly spoken for. He can also use that closeness to softly tell you something he doesn’t want others to hear, useful if he wants to say something dirty or warn you of the presence of a curse.

Toji loves neck kisses. Likes how he can appear behind you and catch you off guard with it before you melt back into him. The way you always reach to grab him when he does it like you're worried you'll melt to the ground (as if he'd let that happen). Whether you’re in private or not doesn’t dictate how filthy he’ll be with it, his own whims are the only thing that can determine that part. He appreciates the ease it grants him to be able to leave marks on you too, because he’s a possessive bastard.

Shiu likes to kiss your shoulders. Leaning down just to tuck his head against your neck, resting his head on your shoulder with a big sigh and pressing a kiss there as he goes. He’s fond of just resting his head on you in general, when he’s tired or when he missed you or just because you’re there and he likes to be touching you, and any kisses are just a bonus even if he isn’t the one recieving them. He’s also a back and shoulders man so of course he wants to worship his favourite part of your body, even in company.

Sukuna likes kissing the inside of your wrist. More intimate than kissing your knuckles but with a similar sentiment. Likes feeling your quickening pulse under his lips, and being able to then flick his eyes up to meet yours and watch them dilate, caught between pleasure and fear. He’s addicted to that look you get when caught between the two feelings. He does this in particular circumstances, and he’s particularly fond if it if he’s taken you into his innate domain, with him sitting atop his throne.

Choso? It's your lips or it's nothing. If you try to kiss him somewhere else he'll pout and whine until you kiss him properly. Nothing else is worth it, as far as he’s concerned. He loves you so deeply, so profoundly, why would he want anything less than the real deal? The main event? Unless, of course, one of you is kissing somewhere.. less appropriate. He doesn’t care what company you’re in or who might see, he’s going to whine and complain until you give him a proper kiss, uncaring for the looks he gets for it. He deserves a proper kiss.

Mahito likes nose kisses. He's a little different like that. It's different and it's sweet and it's yours. He doesn't care when the others scoff or roll their eyes. He’ll skip up to you and stand there expectantly, blinking up at you as if he’s innocent of all crimes he’s committed, waiting for you to give him what he wants without ever saying a word. You always know what it is he wants, of course you do, and so you’re powerless to do anything other than give it to him. He’s a brat above all else, but you’re weak for him too, and when he’s looking at you so prettily you just have to give him the kiss he wants.

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Crocodile

One of his favourites while he’s doing particularly boring paperwork, espeically if you’ve been needy. He has work to do and you both know it, but that doesn’t always ensure that he’s left alone. Sometimes you just want his attention, and that’s what you’ll get while he works his large cock inside you, and then he’ll neglect you entirely until he’s finished. It doesn’t matter how close or far from finishing his work he is when you ask, you will sit there until he’s done.

Crocodile won’t stop you moving, or trying to work him to orgasm, or yourself, he just keeps track of it all. For every movement, every moan, every plea, your punishment worsens. You know this, but that doesn’t mean it stops you. Eventually, he invested in a clicker, just something small but it makes an audible sound each time it’s used, a reminder of the threat looming in your future.

Mihawk

After prolonged periods of being away, there’s nothing Mihawk wants more than to keep you close, so of course it was only a matter of time before it became a habit. If he even went to the extent of going to buy a den den for you to keep at home just so he could call ahead of arriving so you could be prepped for him, well that was his business and his alone.

Mihawk is an incredibly patient man, so he can sit with you enveloping his cock for hours at a time, with little more than a hand on your hip to keep you still, preventing you from teasing him or getting yourself off. After all, it’d be no fun if it ended too quickly. No, he takes his time, and only when he is satisfied do you get any sort of release, no matter how much you beg.

Buggy

It’s rare that Buggy has the restraint required for something like cock warming, at least if he’s in charge. No, it’s far more likely to be successful if you physically take his cock elsewhere. But, when he is there, Buggy does try his best. He’s not got much of a cruel streak when it comes to punishing himself, so despite his best efforts, he never manages to keep you there long before he’s pounding into you instead.

When you’re left to your own devices with his detached cock though, that’s where the fun starts. You can use him freely with no idea where he is, or what you’re potentially interrupting. The fun is for you rather than him, but that’s how you both like it. He just wants to give you everything, his greatest treasure, and you like watching him struggle not to moan as you service his cock from a distance.

Shanks

Shanks like cockwarming before bed. On a night where you’re both going to bed mostly sober, he likes to rest your restraint by sitting you on his cock then striking up a normal conversation. He’ll talk about absolutely anything except the fact that he’s inside you, just to see how long it takes before you’re squirming, then whining, and then begging for him to fuck you. There’s just something about seeing you desperate that he really enjoys. Occasionally, it’s Shanks that will break first, particularly if he had a rough day before that moment.

Then, he’ll make you do the work. Shanks wants to see just how needy you really are, whether after all his teasing you’ll also ride him until you cum, coating him with your release, or if your limit is reached and you’ll beg until he turns you over and fucks you himself. It’s an equal balance between the two usually, since it really depends on the day you had before that.

Beckman

With a bit of an exhibitionist streak, Benn likes to cockwarm around the others. He’ll make sure you’re first to the main deck if he knows there’ll be a party later, or just a lot of drinking, and sit you there on his cock. If you want to move then that’s on you, but you’re far more likely to break than him, and it’s up to you if you want the others to realise what you’re doing.

He’ll have entirely normal conversation with the people around him, even as you’re clenching down around him in an attempt to make him show any sign of what you’re doing. Half the time, the crew already knows, they know the sort of man that Benn is after all. But that doesn’t stop him, or you, because the thrill of actually being caught is too great. Plus you don’t do it every time, so at any given moment the crew can’t be sure what you’re up to. Benn likes it like that.

Hongo

Some doctors probably prefer to keep their medbay free of shennaigans, but not Hongo. If you’re doing to do any cockwarming, Hongo will do it while rewriting appointment notes into the proper format for file keeping, or while he writes out a list for the supply run of things he needs to restock. He always makes sure to be prepared ahead of your arrival, creating work for himself so that when you arrive, he can sit you in his lap and leave you there.

More than once you’ve fallen asleep like that, head tucked into the crook of Hongo’s neck. While it is, of course, absolutely a sex thing, it’s also something you both take great comfort in. The familiarity and soothing nature of being close is something you value, which is why you so often do it in the medbay. That’s Hongo’s space, an area he has total control over, and therefore the best environment for you both to let go and relax a little, holding each other - he just also happens to be inside you.

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Choso tried his best to be a good roommate, so of course he agreed to do your laundry for you. Why wouldn’t he? That and, of course, it gave him access to your underwear. He had a thing for you, it was hard not to and he had for the entire time that you’d lived together. Not that he would tell you that, he couldn’t seem to pluck up the courage to do it, and then if he did he might have to admit all the things he’d done.

Like this.

Adding your clothes to the washing machine and setting it to go, but keeping one pair of your dirty underwear for himself.

He couldn’t explain what had compelled him, he’d just particularly liked one pair and shoved it in his pocket without a second thought, and next thing he knew the machine was on and he still had the fabric bunched up there. So, he silently took it back to his room and shoved it into his own nightstand where it remained for a few days after that, all while a rock of guilt sat deep in his gut for it. What was wrong with him? He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t do it. Yet he didn’t return them.

It was an afternoon where you had work that he finally dug them out again. He’d just wanted to look at them a little, he hadn’t really been intending to do anything with them. Maybe he’d finally wash them with a load of his own laundry and make up a lie about them getting mixed up. But by then the little voice in his head that compelled him to do things he shouldn’t when it came to you was whispering in the back of his mind. He lifted them to his nose and inhaled your scent deeply, and he couldn’t help groaning, his half hard cock twitching with interest. Choso hadn’t even realised this was something he’d enjoy until that moment - but then, maybe it was just that it was your scent on the fabric, he just enjoyed you.

If he had more restraint, maybe he would’ve put them back into his drawer or just returned them to your room where they belonged, but Choso wasn’t that good of a man. Instead, he flopped back onto his bed, legs still leaning over the side and draped your underwear over his face. He breathed deeply as he pushed his hand roughly beneath his waistband, fisting his now fully hard cock roughly. He didn’t deserve to be gentle. The precum that leaked spurted from his tip was lube enough, and if he didn’t feel dirty enough already then how wet he was from doing it only added to that. He worked his length hard and fast, his free hand rising to rest over his face, only pressing the fabric of your underwear closer to his nose. He couldn’t help moaning, practically whining really as he bucked up into his fist, desperately breathing in your scent to work him towards the edge. “Ahh- .. shit..” He couldn’t help cursing, the mental image of you spread in front of him forming in his mind. It was easy to picture with the pure scent of you right there in his nose. You laying on his sheets, thighs spread to reveal where you were most sensitive, and his face pressed into the patch of hair there just to breathe you in, his tongue working slowly to taste you too. Lost in the picture, his tongue really did slip from between his lips, licking the fabric of your underwear, wishing that your taste lingered there in the fibres too.

“Please-” The word released without his permission, less a word and more a breath. He pressed his hand harder into his face just to shove your underwear closer, pulling the fabric between his lips to suck on it in the spot where you must’ve leaked just a little, imagining that your flavour was still there for him to taste. He was embarassingly close already, but the entire experience was plenty embarassing anyway so it only drove him closer and closer to that ecstasy he craved. He hurriedly shoved down his pants slightly further, just as his orgasm hit. Choso’s breaths turned ragged, a choked moan ripping from his throat as it crashed into him like a wave, cum squirting all up his stomach and almost to his chest, white dripping idly over his abs.

“.. fuck.” He muttered, tossing your underwear hurriedly aside to clean himself up. He shoved them back into his drawer, not wanting to think about it anymore, and went to take a shower.

The pair of underwear remained in his drawer for another several days after that. Choso kept telling himself that he needed to return it, but could never quite find the will to do so. Some part of him just wasn’t done with them quite yet. So when you announced one evening that you were headed out with friends since you had a night out, and had joked about finding someone to hook up with, Choso knew what he needed to do.

Truly there was no point in lying to himself, so the moment you were gone he rushed to his bedroom and threw open the drawer he’d stuffed your underwear into and tugged them out. There was no sense in feeling ashamed at this point. He dropped heavily onto his bed and stripped down to nothing, cock already hard and dripping in preparation for what he was about to do. He’d wash them after this, and return them. He just needed this one thing, just once. One time, he promised himself.

With a shuddering breath, Choso wrapped a hand around his lengh, with your underwear in hand. He just couldn’t help himself any longer. The fabric was slightly rough against his tip and it felt like heaven when he was already so sensitive, his precum soaking in to make the slide just slightly easier, make the fabric warmer as it slowly slid along his hardness. He bit down hard on his lip, panting softly as he worked his length. Already it was so much dirtier than the time before, touching the fabric of your underwear with his own cock. Yet it wasn’t enough. For a hazy moment Choso had half a moment to call you, but he squashed that quickly. No, there had to be something else, something that would satisfy that need.

It came to him as he squeezed the base of his cock, attempting to sharpen his focus. He stumbled up onto his knees, ass up, and pulled your underwear onto his own body. It was quite possibly the dirtiest thing he’d done. It was second nature to crawl up the bed after that, shoving a pillow between his legs as he pushed his face into another. After all, there was no sense in shoving his hand into the underwear he’d stolen to touch his cock, that would ignore the purpose of putting them on. No, he needed to grind against something until he came inside them.

His sounds came out reedy and strained, fingers digging into the cover of the pillow his face was shoved into, and distantly he was glad he hadn’t been wearing makeup when he started or undoubtedly eyeliner would’ve ended up smeared over the pillowcase. Though, somehow the proof of what he’d done lingering on his pillows had its own unique appeal. It was easy to lose himself in the moving of his hips, seeking and needy against the pillow pressed tight between his thighs. With his eyes closed and pressed into the pillow, he could almost imagine that it was your thigh beneath him, soft and waiting, could imagine your fingers in his hair and the sound of your voice from that call. ‘I need you’, you’d said, even if it was for entirely different reasons to this it echoed in his mind, haunting him every time he even considered touching himself. He didn’t need to hear it again for the sound to be burned into his mind, helping him chase the pleasure mounting inside him.

Normally he’d have lasted longer, he swears, but fuck with the image of riding your thigh in mind, knowing he was about to dirty your underwear instead of his own - he never stood a chance. In fact, it was almost embarassingly quick, and wasn’t that half the fun? He came with a strained whine of your name, painted nails almost tearing the pillowcase as he gripped, it hips stuttering until it hurt, and even then he kept rutting for just a little longer to clutch onto the fantasy he’d created.

He made sure to do a load of laundry that night, with your underwear included.

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Franklin was potentially the coolest kid you’d ever met, which made sense considering who his family were. You’d become a friend of the family, rather than just Johnny’s friend, when you offered to babysit Franklin while they went off on a mission because you were already at their place anyway, and why wouldn’t you want to? You did well, and Sue was endlessly grateful to know they had someone they could trust to care for Franklin if ever that was needed. So, you became a little bit of an unofficial babysitter.

When villains cropped up, or Sue and Reed wanted to go out on a date night, you were the one asked to babysit, if you weren’t with Johnny, because of course they respected your own commitments. You weren’t the only babysitter, Johnny and Ben were both capable in their own right, and you shared the responsibility between the three of you, though you were designated babysitter when the four of them went off to do hero things. They saved New York, you saved Franklin from dirty nappies.

Watching him grow up was a privilege, and you’d quickly progressed from family friend to a member of the family. Everyone was aware that your relationship with Johnny had progressed from just friends to friends with a couple extra perks, but that never made them turn their nose up at you. If anything, they were glad to know Johnny was spending his time with someone they knew and trusted, and he wasn’t out fucking around with half of New York. This were good, were mostly quiet. It was nice.

You were there for a lot of Franklin’s firsts, making sure to capture everything on video to look back on the sweet memories. You were in the kitchen when Franklin shouted ‘mama’ for the first time, and were there to cheer him on with Sue to say it again to Reed when he emerged from the lab. Johnny was worshipping your body the moment Franklin took his first steps, and you couldn’t begrudge being interrupted to see his second steps, because the boy was so sweet.

When Franklin became old enough to understand the words he was saying and how to string them together, he quickly became a menace. He had his father’s brain and lack of filter, so was prone to observing and stating things that adults would leave unsaid. Like how Sue’s meatloaf was dry, and how Reed was prone to upsetting people. He’d done it many times, and you’d mostly escaped unscathed. Johnny called it aunt privileges just once, unfortunately in earshot of the kid.

“You’re my favourite aunt.” Franklin said one day, unprompted while the two of you were watching TV together. Ben perked up from the kitchen, but continued his cooking while he listened. “Well thank you sweetheart, but I’m not actually your aunt.” You said gently, brushing your fingers through his thin hair. “But uncle Johnny said so.” He retorted, and you supposed that wasn’t wrong. “You’re right, he did, but he didn’t mean it. Sometimes people like their friends so much that it’s like they’re family when they’re not - that’s me. I’m not really your aunt.” You patiently explained, watching as Franklin quietened as he processed the new information. Franklin had always been an advanced kid, so nobody made any sort of effort to hide things or dumb them down for him, if anything he sometimes became frustrated when that happened. When he said nothing after a full minute, you figured that was the end of the conversation, and turned your attention back to the cartoon on the TV. “How would you become my aunt?” He asked, startling you. “Oh, well, to become your aunt properly I’d have to marry your uncle Johnny,” you explained, “but you can still call me your aunt, I just know you like knowing things, and to be right.” You added. He nodded soundly, as if this all made sense, and made no further commentary.

The next time you visited the Baxter building, you found yourself in Johnny’s bed. As much as you loved the others, these days were your favourites, ones where you and Johnny could be in bed without disturbance, enjoying each other’s bodies and the feeling of skin on skin.

“Shit- right there Johnny!” You moaned loudly, glad that the others were all out so you could be as loud as you liked. “That’s it pretty girl, let me hear you.” Johnny encouraged as he panted, slamming into you the way he knew you liked. You’d had years to learn your way around each other’s bodies, getting to know just how to drive the other to orgasm with only a few movements. This was ultimately what had brought you into their little family, and you liked the dynamic. “I’m gonna cum-” you warned, voice high and breathy. Johnny chuckled against your skin, two fingers travelling down to play with your clit, and that suddenly brought your orgasm upon you with a near-scream. Just a few thrusts later Johnny came to the feeling of you clenching around him. It was as the two of you lay there in the afterglow, Johnny still inside you, that he dropped the bomb.

“Oh, Franklin made a demand before he left today.” He panted, face pressed against your neck. “He want some more of those brownies I made?” You asked with a fond smile, fingers tangling in Johnny’s hair. “Nah, he wants me to propose.” There was a moment of silence before both of you dissolved into loud laughter. Johnny pulled out then, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trash. You made your way into the en-suite to clean up, a wet cloth to quickly wipe anything actively leaking, then turned on the shower. Once you were in and it was running hot, Johnny stepped in behind you.

“What made him say that?” You asked, leaning forward into Johnny’s chest, just enjoying the water on your bodies. “He really wants you to be his aunt.” Johnny replied, head slightly tilted and brow raised, as if he knew this was somehow your fault. “Ah, he took that to heart then. I told him the other day that technically I’m not his aunt, since I’m not married to you, but he can still call me that. He just likes to know the truth of things, you know?” Johnny chuckled and reached to grab the body wash and sponge to start helping you wash up. “Yeah I know. He’s a sweet kid, poor Sue and Reed were so confused when he said it. He did that thing where he thinks he’s whispering but he’s basically just talking at normal volume but breathy.” You hummed with a smile, more than aware of his habit of doing that. It was just one of his sweet “normal kid” habits amongst his highly advanced kid habits - like wanting physics books as a bedtime story.

“So, are you proposing or not?” You joked later as you were drying off. It was meant to be a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and lube, and then Johnny had eaten you out just to hear you moan and make you cum again. Johnny looked up from where he was moisturising his face with a brow raised and a mischievous smile on his face. “Oh? It’s my job is it?” He asked, leaning against the counter top, arms folded over his chest, emphasising the muscles in his arms. You took a second to stare, quite openly, before continuing the conversation. “Well, Franklin made the demand of you, not me.” You retorted with a shrug, tossing the towel you used aside, into a laundry hamper. HERBIE passed by with a few beeps, and handed something to Johnny. The both of you watched him go, bewildered, as he’d done so entirely unprompted.

When Johnny looked down, he doubled over, hands on his knees as he wheezed laughing. You padded over and took the hand with the hidden thing in, and found a single fizzy apple ring, one of the sweets Franklin was currently obsessed with. “He didn’t..” You whispered, already struggling to avoid laughing. “I think he did.” Johnny said, and then you joined him on the floor, laughing together. When you heard the elevator ping in the distance, you got up to dress and greet everyone on their return, and at the last minute Johnny reached out and slipped the candy ring onto your finger.

Franklin was elated when he saw you, and wriggled until Sue set him down, and let him eagerly stumble over to the two of you. Johnny scooped up his nephew and spun him around, grinning all the while. Sue looked at you with a raised brow, and you revealed the candy ring on your finger. Reed sighed, though fondly, and Ben shook his head as he passed through to head the kitchen. Nobody could wipe the smiles from their faces. “Now you can really be my aunt!” Franklin cheered, and you laughed, stepping up to kiss his cheek while Johnny got the other. Reed said something to HERBIE that you didn’t quite catch while Sue passed through to the kitchen to join Ben.

When music began to play, you and Johnny started swaying without Franklin without an ounce of hesitation, swaying around with him until Reed collected him to change him into some pyjamas. You kept dancing when Johnny wrapped his arms around you instead, and guided you around the room easily, large steps helping you cover most of the ground. Ben and Sue watched you curiously, while Reed kept an ear out for more developments.

“I’d do it you know.” Johnny said mid laughter. “Do what?” You asked, leaning back in his arms with a cackle, knowing he’d never let you fall. “Marry you.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Alright then.” You agreed with a shrug, gently kissing Johnny. If he was surprised by your answer, he didn’t show it, just lifted you up with arms wrapped around your thighs, and your hands gripped his shoulders to keep you steady.

At dinner, past the congratulations, nobody commented further. As if this had always been where you were headed. Maybe it was.

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Shanks

Shanks is a damn good flirt. He's so smooth with his choice of words, knows when it's appropriate to touch you and usually pretty good about knowing where is acceptable without you ever telling him. He knows just how to worm his way into your bed and he does it almost seamlessly every time.

"Can I get you a refill on that, darlin'?" The red haired pirate asked as he stepped up beside you, a warm but cheeky smile proudly in place on his face.

"Are you paying for it?"

"Course. Can't be letting someone as pretty as you pay for it now, can I?" He replied seamlessly, like he'd known what you were going to say before you said it and had prepared his response ahead of time.

"Well then, I suppose you can." After all, it was a free drink, who were you to say no?

"Tell me, what're you doing here all alone?" He asked next as you waited for the barman to approach.

"I'm with friends, but they're all coupled up. Stifling." It was easy to be honest with him, something about his air just compelled you, as if you'd known him your whole life.

"Well, if you fancy shoving it in their face instead, feel free to come find me. Always happy to spin someone 'round the dance floor."

Sanji

Sanji's attempts at flirting are a little pathetic, mostly consisting of promises of devotion and confessions of deep admiration. It wasn't much to work with. However, the moment you flirt back, he becomes a mess and it's just too much fun to fluster him until he can't respond anymore.

"Hey, Sanji, what's for dinner?" You asked casually, leaning in the doorframe to the kitchen. You were no Zoro, but doing manual labour around the Thousand Sunny had helped tone your muscles slightly so the small muscles became more visible with your hands gripping the doorframe as they were, either side of you to hold you up as you leaned into the room.

"Oh well, I'm happy to make whatever you-" Sanji cut himself off as his eyes found you, trailing over your body up and down, seemingly drying his mouth as he blindly reached for a bottle of water that sat on the counter behind him.

"Something wrong, my love?" You asked, doing your best to feign innocence even though both of you knew you were perfectly aware of what you were doing to him.

"Oh my dear you are truly radiant, I can never be worthy of the view you bestow upon us every day." He rambled, which only made you smile. The two of you had been dating for a couple of months now so while you were comfortable together, the entire dynamic was still new.

"Yeah? I don't know pretty boy, I think you might have me beat in the looks department. How about later I get up close and personal and check?" You suggested with a quick wink, and watched as Sanji's nose began to slowly drip blood.

Rayleigh

Rayleigh is an excellent flirt, and he'll always manage to fluster you, even if you're not usually easy to fluster. He'll make your face warm and hands clammy with a few well chosen, softly spoken words.

"Hope I'm not disturbing you?" Rayleigh asked as he dropped onto the bar stool beside yours. The others were all empty, yet he'd chosen to sit directly beside you.

"Not at all." You said with a shrug. It wasn't quite a free world, but this bar was about as close as it got.

"Just couldn't help coming to say hi, I'm incapable of resisting real beauty you see. So, when I spotted you, just knew I had to take my chance." He explained with a crooked grin you could tell would've suited his face just as much twenty years earlier. As you laughed, his knee brushed yours.

"Yeah?" Maybe you were fishing for more, but you couldn't help it. It'd been a while since you'd gotten attention like this.

"Definitely. I mean, when I spotted you I almost couldn't believe my eyes. No chance was I lucky enough to have someone as gorgeous as you sitting in my bar. Yet, here I am talking to you, and you've yet to disappear in a puff of smoke. So, I guess Gods do walk amongst men, cause otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here beside me." And damn if that didn't win you over, because that was good. You nodded slowly, still processing his words as your face heated and you shuffled your feet slightly, now more nervous than before.

"Don't tell me you're shy now?" He asked, the grin on his face telling you he knew exactly what he was doing, and that he was more than likely to just keep going.

"Not quite." You replied, though you couldn't bring yourself to make eye contact again.

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A trash storm was never a fun thing to experience. Unless, of course, you were indoors and far away from it and it gave you a day off from work to relax with your friends. Except.. most of your friends were busy. That wouldn’t stop you and Gris however, from making the most of your free time. You’d found him at breakfast and draped yourself over his shoulders, asking if he’d like to spend the day relaxing with you, and truly he’d been powerless to refuse.

You’d both gone back to your rooms to shower and change into fresh pyjamas, then you’d headed through to his room once he’d confirmed with his communication choker that he was ready. You dropped onto his sofa without hesitation, more than familiar with the layout of his space by now, and Gris didn’t bat an eye at the weight beside him, remote for his TV in hand. “What are you feeling?” He asked, offering the remote to you to find something for the both of you to watch. Gris, generally, didn’t care what was on as long as he was spending time with the people he liked spending time with, and you tended to be more bothered with finding something you were actually interested in so he was happy to just let you choose.

Once something was playing on the screen, the two of you shuffled to get more comfortable. Gris had never been someone that shied away from physical touch, and you were someone who often craved it, so it was an easy matchup. You often were found draped over him or touching him somehow, even if the two of you weren’t talking or doing an activity together. You just liked to keep contact with the people around you, it kept you grounded. So, when Gris grabbed the blanket, you happily stood to let him make room for you. He lifted his legs onto the sofa, and parted them so you could sit between them, your back reclined sightly against his chest. He pulled the blanket up and over the both of you then, letting you fiddle and tuck it in around you both to keep you warm and comfortable.

Despite the fact that you chose what you were watching, you were unashamed to admit that it didn’t hold your attention for long. You were far more interested in the man behind you. You turned around where you sat to instead press your chests together, resting your chin on your hands to look up at him. “Can I help you, darlin?” He asked, looking down at you with a single raised brow, and you shrugged in response. It took a moment for you to find anything to actually say. “You ever kissed someone, Gris?” You asked, rather than actually addressing your change in attention, and Gris could only scoff. He was familiar with your fleeting whimsies by now.

“Couple times.” He replied, to which you nodded, going back to just studying him for a moment. “Were they good?” You then asked, and he rolled his eyes. “You’ve been spendin’ too much time with Amo askin’ things like that,” he said, voice gruff, but you knew he’d entertain you because he always did, “a mix. Some of them were alright, some of them weren’t worth remembering.” “What? So you’ve never had a really really good kiss? Like tell everyone about it because it was that good?” “Have you?” He asked, rather than responding. “Nah. Not kissed all that many people since becoming a Cleaner, and I was too young before that to be kissing anyone that actually knew what they were doing.” “Have you kissed any of the Cleaners?” Gris asked, a new curiosity dawning on him, along with something else clouding his eyes that you couldn’t quite identify. “Ew, no. Other than like.. that one time I kissed Zanka’s cheek and made him short circuit.” You said with a laugh, and Gris’ tension faded away like it’d never been there before, replaced by humour at the memory. You’d once kissed Zanka’s cheek after being dared by Enjin when the kid got back from a mission, and he’d been unable to respond for a full five minutes after. It was sweet, but it certainly didn’t count as a real kiss.

“Y’know maybe we should kiss. Just to test it.” You casually suggested after a few comfortable, quiet moments passed between you. Gris’ eyes snapped back to your face, looking at you intently for a moment as he considered the intentions behind your words. “To test it?” He questioned, looking generally unimpressed by that sentiment. “What? Friends kiss each other all the time.” Came your response, sitting up a little and shuffling so you were sat on your own heels. “That right?” Gris replied, clearly unconvinced. “Oh c’mon Gris. It’d be fun. Besides, if you don’t like it after the first one then we can just stop, no big deal.” You justified, feeling the beating of your heart increase in pace steadily, until it was racing in your chest, thundering against your ribs relentlessly. Sure, maybe you’d had a thing for Gris for a while and maybe this was playing with fire a little bit but you’d never been known for being sensible.

Gris regarded you for a long moment, searching your face for whatever must’ve started this train of thought, but he was utterly stumped. You’d always been affectionate with him but you hadn’t ever expressed an interest in being more than friends. Right?

“One kiss.” He conceded, mostly to see the way your face split with a grin that made his own heart flutter. There was no better view to him than your face when you were happy. You bounced slightly in place, excitement flooding you quickly, and then leaned in with one hand braced on Gris’ chest and the other over his shoulder to kiss him slowly.

While it was technically one kiss, because your lips never parted, it was far beyond what either of you had been expecting. A small peck was roughly what you’d both been anticipating, but once your lips met it was like neither of you could find the strength to pull away. Your arm draped over his shoulder shifted to wrap around the back of his neck while his arms laying beside him rose to grip your hips and waist gently, keeping you in place as your lips moved together in sync.

When you parted, both of you were panting softly, with a soft blush high on Gris’ cheeks. You laughed softly, unable to hide the pleased grin on your face, while the man in front of you seemed dazed. “You sure you only want one, big guy?” You couldn’t help teasing, eager to get back in there for another. Gris didn’t say anything for a long moment, eyes closed with his head tilted back as he just breathed. Like he was trying to compose himself. “You’re playing with fire here, darlin. Keep it up, and I’ll show you just how much I’ve been wanting this.” Were the words that came next. You’d never been more surprised by something Gris had said. His words sent a jolt through you, heart thundering so loudly in your chest that you weren’t sure you’d be able to hear him if he spoke again. His voice came out rough and slightly strained, like the force of holding himself back made everything about him tense. You wanted to help him relax. “Maybe I wanna see that.”

And that was all it took. Gris was on you in an instant, his tongue parting your lips without mercy. His hands around your waist tightened to keep you close, exploring your mouth without mercy or concern for the need for oxygen. You couldn’t say you were complaining though, certainly not. This was more than you’d ever dared to hope for with your silly questions. You tangled your fingers in Gris’ light hair, lightly tugging on it when he unexpectedly nipped your lip, which made him groan. You parted then, pupils blown wide, and pressed your foreheads together. “God damn, Gris.” You muttered, making the both of you laugh. “So, would you call that a really good kiss?” He questioned, a small smug smile tugging at his lips. You liked that look on him, you decided in that moment. “You’ll have to show me again so I can be sure.”

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You'd met Koby when he joined the marines as a recruit, having been in Garp's unit at the time, when he came with his friend Helmeppo and began to train. It had been funny to watch how hard Garp pushed them, and you knew he must've saw something in them, or in Koby, that he hadn't seen in a recruit in a long while. He didn't see it in you either, but that was just fine, you didn't need to be anyone special.

The two of you had become fast friends. He was sweet and gentle, but determined. He had a dream and he was going to achieve it, even if it killed him. You couldn't help admiring that part of him. You had a front row seat to his transformation, from the small scrawny boy you'd first met, to Marine Hero. You were just happy to be along for the ride.

It was a quiet evening on Garp's ship, the two of you were sitting in a communal area that was otherwise empty, most people either still eating or getting ready to head to sleep for the night. Koby liked to get some quiet time for himself before he slept, and you appreciated the feeling of peace he brought to any space that he was in.

"Hey," he said, and you looked up to show that he had your attention, "have you ever kissed someone?" He then asked, and that was quite possibly the very last thing you'd been expecting him to say. You were caught though, because you hadn't. You were so busy, and there was very few people in your unit that you'd even consider kissing. "It's okay if you haven't," he hurried to say, a little louder than necessary, "I uh- I haven't. Kissed anyone." Koby finished, and for a moment he couldn't look at you, eyes darting nervously around the room but never focusing on you. "Uh, I haven't either." You said with a small shrug, looking back down at the book that you'd been reading, though you could feel it as Koby's eyes suddenly snapped to focus solely on you. "Really?" He asked, and you weren't sure exactly how you were meant to respond to that. "What does that mean?" You asked, finally looking up and meeting his eyes. It was Koby, so you weren't exactly sure what you were expecting to find, but he looked curious, confused even. "I don't know I guess I just thought, you're cute, you probably get attention from people." "Oh. Well, I do. I'm just busy, and I don't wanna kiss any of the guys out there. They're all pigs." You rolled your eyes as you laughed, and though Koby would never verbally agree with you, he did laugh along. "That makes sense I guess."

"So, you think I'm cute?" You gently teased after a moment silence, and Koby groaned and covered his face, flustered in the face of his words being turned against him. "I mean, yeah. You're my best friend, other than Helmeppo, I've seen all the cute stuff you do." He replied, awkward and nervous, but his words warmed your heart, making it flutter just a little. You decided that was enough teasing, and let him calm down before you asked your next question, though you missed the pink of his cheeks. "Why do you ask? About kissing, I mean." "Some of the others were talking about it earlier, kissing and meeting people when we dock and it just got me thinking. Like, what if I'm bad at it, you know? What if we dock and I meet someone I like and I kiss them and.. I'm bad at it. That'd be so embarrassing." He confessed, hand raising to rub the back of his neck, once again unable to meet your eyes. "And what? You wanna practice?" You joked easily, turning your gaze back to your book, sure that Koby would just laugh and the two of you would move on. But he didn't laugh, and you could feel his intent gaze on you. When you looked up at him, his eyes were slightly wide, assessing your face as if to determine how real your offer was. "I mean- would you? With me?" There was a just a beat that passed between you, something people may call a pregnant pause, before you spoke again. After all, the situation was delicate and you had to account for that when you spoke. "Better than anyone else in this shit hole." You said and immediately knew that wasn't quite the right way to respond, and yet Koby was interested anyway.

As you marked your page and set your book aside, Koby pushed away from the table he was sitting at and stood, shuffling his way over to the sofa where you'd been lounging previously but now sat upright.

"Really? Not that I doubt you I just.. want you to be sure that you're sure." You smiled, a warm and bright thing, and if you'd been looking you may have noticed Koby’s shoulders relax in response. Instead, your eyes were focused on his smile, more nervous, like he might change his mind at any moment. "Are you?" You asked, a light teasing lilt in your voice. "Yeah. Just. Nervous." He admitted, his awkward laugh endearing and only serving to make you smile wider.

You'd read enough to know how this next part worked. You reached up to cup Koby's cheeks in your hands, then guided him toward you slowly. You stopped just an inch before your lips touched, about to ask again if he was sure, and then he was surging forward to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, pressed gently against yours. You didn't doubt that it was clumsy, but you had nothing to compare against, so to you it just felt like bliss.

There was a brief moment after that first kiss where the two of you separated to catch your breath, looking at the other as you processed what had just happened. Then, the two of you couldn't stop. You pushed Koby backward against the back of the sofa and hauled yourself up into his lap, kissing him deeper. You had no idea what you were doing, you just knew what felt good, and being able to feel his strong chest beneath your hands while your lips moved together felt really good.

The first time it happened, you didn't realise, thought maybe he was adjusting or attempting to shift you slightly in his lap to be more comfortable. Then it happened again, and this time you felt the press of something hard in his trousers against you. You didn’t think about what to do next, you did it on pure instinct, grinding down against him in return. Koby’s moan was audible even with his lips on yours, his hands tightening slightly around your hips. Neither of you stopped, or checked in again, you just kept going. The kissing was addictive, and if you’d had the capacity to think about anything other than his body on yours, maybe you’d have wondered how you had waited so long to do it.

His length felt good against you, thick and hard, and as you adjusted your hips slightly he began to grind directly against you. Quickly, you were both growing far too loud for a public space, but you were too lost in the moment to care. Your fingers tangled in Koby’s hair, his glasses knocked off and forgotten, your shirt untucked so he could lightly touch your skin, almost reverent with it. Koby’s hips stuttered again, only encouraging you more, until suddenly he made a slightly different sound, his breath catching in his throat. You felt as his trousers grew damp, and realised what had happened. You were trapped between fond amusement and lust, but made sure to contain any laughter, lest you upset or embarrass him anymore than he already was.

“I- I’m so sorry!” He said once he’d caught his breath, face a deep shade of red. You kissed him again, even as Koby floundered. “I’m flattered.” You lightly teased, as if you also hadn’t been moments from cumming just like that. “Stop please don’t tease! I’m so embarrassed.” He whined. You carefully brushed some hair from his face and kissed him again. “If it helps, I wasn’t far from joining you.” Koby’s eyes widened, and you felt his cock give a valiant twitch beneath you. “Then.. do you want to.. continue?” He sounded out of breath as he suggested, like he was winded just by the suggestion, but not so much that it prevented him from offering. “Yes please.” You whispered with an eager nod, and your lips were on his again.

After all, you needed to be sure you were doing it right, and you’d only get better with practice.

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