Nothing about it suggested peace.

They could blame their recent encounter at Wano for their alertness.

Perhaps the adrenaline had yet to die out, but this island screamed distraction...which somehow made everyone more cautious...or, in Luffy’s case, more excited.

“SHISHISHI! Let’s go!” Luffy laughed, already halfway over the Sunny’s railing before they’d even properly docked.

“LUFFY!” Nami snapped. “You’re not-!”

Too late. He was gone.

Usopp groaned dramatically. “He’s going to get kidnapped one day. I’m telling you. One day.”

Zoro stretched lazily, resting a hand on his swords. “Who’s dumb enough to kidnap him?”

Sanji exhaled smoke, lazily examining the docks.

“Idiots exist everywhere, marimo.”

Either Zoro didn't pick up on Sanji's taunt, or he acted indifferent.

Robin smiled faintly, stepping onto the dock with quiet curiosity.

“It’s an interesting place. I didn't expect to see an island on route to Egghead."

"Me neither. It barely picked up on the log pose!" Nami chimed in.

"It seems harmless enough. I wonder what kind of history it holds.” Robin observes as she too gets off onto the docks.

Chopper bounced beside her. “Do you think they have new herbs?!”

Franky cracked his knuckles. “Or cola?!”

Brook laughed, light and airy. “Or perhaps beautiful ladies? Though I do not have eyes to see them, yohohoho!”

“DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM,” Nami snapped, pointing at Sanji.

“I don’t need encouragement,” Sanji said smoothly, already walking off. “I have instinct.”

"Okay. Be on the lookout for Luffy! And don't overspend my money!" Nami orders.

"OUR MONEY!" Ussop complains, immediately shut down by Nami's glare.

They mutually agree to split off into groups so no other crew member wanders off.

Nami and Robin walk away, Zoro and Sanji right on the their trail as their usual banter ensues.

Ussop and Chopper run off with excitement, Franky showcasing similar enthusiasm.

Brook joins Jimbe in looking for supplies, the latter keeping Brook away from any women.

Within minutes, the crew scattered across the island, each pulled by their own interests.

And Luffy...

Luffy followed something else entirely.

He didn’t bother asking anyone where to go.

The moment his feet hit the dock, he was already pulled in by the noise. The kind that meant food and something fun waiting around every corner.

The stalls lined up one after the other with things frying, grilling, and steaming. The smell hit him almost immediately.

“Meat…”

He grinned.

Luffy pushed through the crowd without hesitation, weaving past people and slipping between stalls until he reached a long stretch of open vendors.

Skewers, fried snacks, stacked plates of things he didn’t recognize.

His eyes lit up as he leaned over one stall, then another, already halfway into asking for something before getting distracted by the next.

“Woah—what’s that? And that! Can I try that too?!”

The vendor barely had time to respond before Luffy’s attention shifted again, his gaze sweeping across the row;

And then stopping.

Not on food.

On you.

His lovely wife.

Someone his own crew didn't even know about.

It's not like he was trying to hide it. They just hadn't asked.

You were sitting on one of the small stools of a nearby stall, finishing up what looked like a snack, one hand lazily resting against the counter as you handed the vendor some money.

For a second, he didn’t move.

Then the joy hit.

And his entire face broke into a grin.

You stood, brushing your hands together lightly as you thanked the vendor and stepped away from the stall.

That’s when he moved.

Fast.

His arms shot forward, stretching across the space between you in an instant before snapping back, pulling you straight into him.

“Gomu Gomu no—HUG!”

“Luffy?!”

You barely had time to react before he wrapped around you completely, stretchy arms tight and unrelenting, lifting you slightly off your feet with the force of it.

“Shishishi! [name]!!” he laughed, like it was the best thing that could’ve happened to him.

“Luffy!! Put me down-!” you huffed, but there was no real bite to it, your hands already gripping onto him like you weren’t planning to let go either.

Luffy pressed his face into your shoulder, holding you there like he needed to make sure you were actually real.

“I missed you,” he said, simple and honest, voice a little softer than usual with his persistent grin.

Something in your chest tightened.

“…it’s 3 been months,” you murmured, your hand coming up to the back of his head without thinking.

“Yeah,” he said. “Sooooooo long!!” he whines.

Pulling away from you, your feet touch the ground as he steps back, but not too far.

Never far.

His hands slid up to your face instead, thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he looked at you properly now.

“You’re okay.” he said, almost to himself.

You let out a small breath. “…so are you.”

“Of course I am!” he grinned instantly.

And then, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was warm. Familiar. Like he didn’t need to think about it.

He pulled back just enough to look at you again, giving you the same smile before leaning back in.

Then again. And again.

“Slow down-!” you tried to protest, but it came out more like a laugh as he peppered your face with kisses, completely shameless in the middle of the street.

People spared a few glances here and there, some judging, others just smiling in fondness.

“…Luffy,” you said, but you were already smiling.

He laughed softly, pressing one more quick kiss to your lips before finally easing back, though his hands didn’t leave you.

“I haven’t seen you since I left Rushikwanya.” he said.

“Rusukaina,” you corrected.

“Yeah!”

“You didn’t even say goodbye properly.” You pout a little, Luffy's personality definitely having brushed off on you during the 2 years you had spent together.

“I did!”

“You waved and ran.”

“That counts!”

You huffed, but it faded quickly.

"I'M HUNGRY!!" He complains against your cheek, as you sigh.

"Let's go eat. We have loads to catch up on."

"YAY!!"

You had known him before the sea had claimed him.

Before he became a name whispered across oceans.

Before any of his bounties and titles or impossible feats.

Back when he was just a boy in a small village, loud and reckless and full of dreams too big for the place he came from.

You weren’t part of his world in the same way Ace or Sabo had been, but you had been there.

You shared a quiet bond, something the two of you were too young to understand back then.

When he left at 19, you didn’t stay behind for long.

You weren't chasing him. Rather, staying had never been an option for you either.

You became a traveler. Moving from island to island, following curiosity instead of purpose; stories instead of maps.

Your paths barely crossed, Luffy having already moved on to the next island before you had even set foot on it.

You had better luck running into Ace before you even reunited with Luffy.

It was a short meeting, but it had felt nice to be in a familiar presence. Especially since Ace often acted as an elder sibling to you.

During your departure back then, Ace had left you with a small piece of Luffy's Vivre card, knowing you had grown eager to see him at least once.

He had even promised to treat the two of you if all three of you ended up crossing paths together.

Which is why it had hurt terribly when the news of Ace's death reached you.

Even worse that it had been the premise of your long awaited reunion with Luffy.

Luffy had already been residing at Rusukaina for about a month at that point, training rigorously with Rayleigh.

Hancock had not been shy while showing reluctance to your arrival, but she could barely retort when Luffy held you for hours, sobbing into your shoulder.

That had been the only day he took a rest from training, preferring to be in your company and helping you settle in.

After that, forming a relationship had come easy for the two of you. Falling asleep in each other's arms, watching him train, tending to his wounds, sharing stolen kisses.

You hadn't even hesitated when he asked you to marry him in passing. It was another quiet evening when he asked you in conversation, and you agreed.

The two of you married quietly with the help of Boa Hancock (much to her disdain).

No ceremony, no dress, no extravagance. Just two rings and a feast.

And when the two years had come to an end, Luffy had tried one last time to recruit you, only to be met with rejection.

He had just grinned in understanding.

You didn't join him to his trip to Saobody, despising that place.

Rather, you stayed at Amazon Lily for approximately two weeks, planning your journey ahead.

About 3 months later, Luffy's name flooded the papers.

3 Million Berries. An Emperor Of The Sea. His new appearance. Defeat of Kaido and Big Mom.

You had so much to talk about, but no means to do so.

He didn't have a personal Den Den Mushi, nor did you know his ship's contact.

The Vivre Card had long been forgotten somewhere, so your best bet was to predict the Straw Hat's future route.

Although you weren't excited to go to Egghead, you knew there couldn't be any other destination for the Straw Hats.

You had stopped at this island because the ship from Wano only went so far. For Egghead, you would have to get on another ship.

But now, you couldn't be happier to have finally met Luffy. It had saved you a trip.

Walking beside him, he keeps your hand intertwined with his.

“You got taller somehow.” you say, studying him now that the initial rush had settled.

“I did?”

“Yes. And bigger.”

“I’m strong now!” he said proudly.

“I can tell. You almost broke my ribs.”

He laughed again, that same bright, careless sound. “SHISHISHI!”

You gain a smile before losing it a moment later.

“I saw your new bounty,” you added.

“Oh yeah?” he said, completely casual. “It’s big, right?”

“Three Billion Berries, Luffy.”

“Yeah! I am an Emperor now!”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “It's not just your bounty, Luffy.”

“Hm?”

“The picture.”

He tilted his head.

“You look… different,” you said carefully. “White hair. Different expression. Almost like-”

“Oh! That!” he perked up immediately, like you’d asked him something fun.

“That’s when I’m the most free!”

Your eyebrows knit in bewilderment, your steps slowing down without realizing.

“…That explains nothing.”

“It’s my form, I guess,” he said, stretching his arms behind his head casually.

“When I feel the most free, that’s what I look like!”

You stared at him, realizing that he had awakened his Devil Fruit.

You shook your head slightly at his familiar indifference.

“…You’re ridiculous.”

He grinned. “Yeah!”

Somehow, the answer made perfect sense.

Most of the day had been spent eating and chatting. Your pockets had been drained (not that you minded) with the amount of food Luffy insisted on trying.

It was ridiculously late at night, streets empty and quiet. And Luffy was looking for something sweet to end his day.

"Nothing will be open now, Luffy. All shops have already closed for the day."

"But I want dessert!!"

"You should head back to your crew. They must be worried."

Standing in front of a closed bakery, he grins in sucess.

"My crew can handle themselves! They're super strong! You should meet them!" He says walking towards the door.

Clutching the handle, it breaks off in one swift motion.

"Luffy! Why did you do that?!" You shout in a whisper, evidently mad at him.

"Whatttt?? I will leave some money for them!" He whines.

"What money, Luffy? Your pockets are empty!"

"You're my wifey. So your money is my money! Shishishi!" He walks into the bakery and you quickly follow behind him.

You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh as he digs through their packaged food.

You, on the other hand, shut the door and draw all the blinds, hoping to shield your husband's theft from any potential passersby.

You suppose you couldn't be too mad at his actions. He was a pirate after all.

The curtains were thin, allowing the moonlight to pass through it without any resistance.

You took a seat on one of the tables, watching Luffy scarf down his dessert of packaged puff pastries.

He sat on one of the chairs surrounding your table, holding out a pastry towards your face for you to have.

You eat it slowly, admiring your husband closely.

By the time you were done with your serving (which was like less than a minute), Luffy had exhausted all the bakery's puff pastries.

Finally, patting his stomach in satisfaction, he looked up at you.

"Where are you staying?" He inquired.

"There's an inn close by. Would you like to come with me? Or will you be returning to your ship?"

He rubbed his chin in thought for a moment before slamming his hand on the table.

"Of course I'll come with you!"

You smiled. "Great!"

"Ah!" Luffy's eyes widen in joy, taking a closer look at your face.

"What is it?" You tilt your head in confusion.

And instead of answering, he bursts out into laughter.

"AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! YOU HAVE FROSTING ON YOUR FACE! AHAHAHHAHA"

He laughed slamming his hand on the table repeatedly.

You burn with embarrassment and anger, placing your palms on your cheeks.

"Luffy! Stop laughing!!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"

"Luffy!!" You were beyond irritated, wiping at your face to see if he was being truthful.

"Shishishi! You're so silly! You're not even close!" He stands up, giggling now, and he stands in front of you.

Before you can reprimand him, he leans in and takes a swipe at the corner of your mouth with is tongue.

"Got it~! Shishishi..." He teases excitedly, standing close to you.

You pout, hitting his exposed chest softly as he naturally makes himself comfortable standing between your legs.

Silence falls over.

Luffy doesn’t step back; he just stays there, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the faint sweetness still lingering between you both.

His grin fades into something softer.

He just… looks at you.

Like he forgot what he was doing a second ago.

“…You taste sweet,” he says, quieter now.

Your breath catches a little at that— stupid, simple words.

His hand comes up again, thumb brushing where he’d just licked, like he’s checking if he missed something.

He hadn't, but he doesn’t move away either.

And neither do you.

His grip shifts, fingers curling lightly at your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

He needs you closer.

"I reallyyy missed you. baby."

"Me too."

You lean into it without thinking, and that’s all it takes.

He pulls you in.

The kiss isn’t playful. It’s a little messy.

Maybe even a little too much.

You could tell he’s been thinking about it longer than he should have.

You exhale softly into the kiss, your hands finding his shoulders, gripping just slightly as you lean into him, closing whatever space is left between you.

He makes a small sound against your mouth, low, almost like he forgot where he was for a second.

“WHAT?!” Nami’s voice rang across the deck, sharp enough to make Chopper flinch.

It hit them all at once.

Luffy hadn’t come back.

Not after hours. Not after sunset. Not even now, when the island had gone quiet and the sea had settled into that slow, late-night stillness.

“…we forgot,” Usopp said slowly, like he couldn’t believe it himself.

Franky crossed his arms, frowning. “SUPER forgot.”

Brook tilted his head. “How unfortunate. Though, to be fair, our captain does have a habit of wandering off—”

“That doesn’t mean we just leave him out there!” Nami snapped.

Chopper’s ears drooped, anxiety written all over his face. “You don’t think he was really kidnapped, do you?”

“I highly doubt that, dear,” Robin said gently, resting a hand on his head. “Our captain is very strong. So don’t worry, okay?”

“But still…” Chopper mumbled, unconvinced.

Zoro, who had been leaning against the railing with his eyes half-closed, let out a quiet huff.

“If someone did try to kidnap him, I feel bad for them.”

Sanji exhaled smoke, brows slightly furrowed as he looked toward the dark outline of the island.

“Yeah… but he’s been gone a while.”

Jinbe, who had been standing near the helm, spoke calmly, his voice steady against the tension.

“Luffy is not one to be easily overpowered. However… it is unlike him to stay away this long without reason.”

That was enough to set Nami off.

She clicked her tongue, already grabbing her staff.

“That’s it. We’re not waiting around anymore.”

Everyone looked at her.

“We’re going to look for him,” she said firmly.

“Before he causes trouble, or worse, gets himself into something we have to fix. With MY MONEY!”

Sanji stepped forward immediately. “Of course, Nami-san. I’ll go with you.”

Robin smiled softly. “I’ll join as well.”

Zoro pushed himself off the railing with a quiet sigh.

“Tch. Someone’s gotta drag him back.”

“Good,” Nami said, nodding once. Then she turned to the rest of the crew.

“The rest of you stay here,” she ordered. “If he comes back while we’re gone, don’t let him leave again.”

“Aye aye!” Usopp saluted, though he still looked uneasy.

Chopper nodded quickly. “Be careful!”

Brook clasped his hands together. “May I request a full report when you return? For… research purposes.”

“NO,” Nami said instantly.

Franky grinned. “We’ll hold down the Sunny.”

Jinbe gave a small nod. “We will remain here and keep watch. Do not worry.”

Nami didn’t wait any longer.

“Let’s go.”

And just like that, the four of them headed back toward the island, completely unaware of what, exactly, they were about to walk into.

"Ohh-!"

Yeah. Definitely not something you'd want to witness.

Luffy had gotten comfortable between your legs, shamelessly inhaling you as he bit down on the flash of your inner thigh.

You were naked from the bottom, your top and innerwear hiked up to bare your chest for him.

He fondled you effortlessly, hands kneading your tits as though he was moulding something out of it.

Your thighs rested on his shoulder, making it easy for him to continue the movements of his hands as he pushed forward, tongue meeting your heat, cooling down the fever just a tad.

An arm rested over your eyes, as your other hand overlapped Luffy's on your breast.

"Mphm-! Lu-!"

His tongue works overtime now, making up for lost time. The time away from his lovely wife.

Luffy worked feverishly between your thighs, lapping at your dripping sex with unbridled enthusiasm. His tongue delved deep, parting your glistening folds to plunge inside your tight, clutching heat.

Luffy's hands kneaded your breasts roughly, fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh. He seemed fascinated by the way your nipples pebbled under his touch, straining against his palms.

"Hahahhh-! It's even wetter than before!" Luffy chuckles with a stupid grin, tongue lolling out to take a languid lick across your pussy.

Sex had always been a confusing topic for both of you.

Yes, you had been intimate on numerous accounts, but coming into a new marriage and never having been close to each other in that way, you had a lot to learn.

So, you both would stay up late after your training sessions, learning each other's bodies and understanding what the other liked,

But right now, all of that was forgotten. The movements, the pattern, the rhythm. All of it.

You just did what felt right in the moment. And for Luffy, that was his face stuffed in your cunt.

"Feel good?" He questions with his tongue flat on your clit, hands circled around your thighs, and keeping them open.

"Mhm-!"

Your fingers curled into his hair, gripping tightly as you bucked your hips instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction.

Luffy's tongue returned to your clit, swirling and flicking over the sensitive nub with focused intensity. He could feel your thighs trembling around his head, your body quaking with the force of your pleasure.

His own hands gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into the supple skin as he held you in place, stopping you from crushing his skull in your squirms of ecstasy.

"Mmmph, you taste yummy." Luffy murmured softly against your folds.

Luffy's tongue continued its relentless assault, lapping and suckling at your aching clit with single-minded focus. He could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering around his invading muscle as he pushed you closer to the edge.

Your fingers tangled desperately in his hair, nails raking across his scalp as you clung to him, anchoring yourself against the impending tidal wave of sensation.

"Ahhh, Luffy! I...I can't..." you gasped out, voice ragged and breathless.

Your chest heaved, breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust of Luffy's head between your thighs.

The arm draped over your eyes clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white as you struggled to ground yourself amidst the pleasure.

Luffy just chuckled, the sound rumbling through you, vibrating your core. He could feel your body's desperation, your need for release.

But he was far from done with you, far from ready to let you find solace.

His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit, alternating between hard, pointed jabs and soft, sensual strokes, keeping you suspended in a state of agonizing bliss.

He seemed insatiable, hungry as he always is.

As his mouth worked tirelessly, two of his fingers sneakily pushed past your entrance, sinking knuckles-deep into your tight, clinging cunt.

"Just cum babyyy~ Wanna taste you already..."

With those words, he doubled his efforts, fingers pumping harder and faster, tongue lapping and suckling with wild abandon.

The obscene sound of your pussy squelching filled the bakery, mingling with your ragged breaths and Luffy's appreciative groans.

He could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering wildly around his invading fingers as he brought you over the edge.

You spasm around him, allowing him to retract his fingers and lap up whatever you had to offer.

Your pants quiet down, relaxing against his tongue as your orgasm dies down.

Finally pulling back, he admires his handiwork.

His face was flushed, eyes glazed with lust as he took in the sight of your dripping pussy, swollen and slick with arousal.

Drool dripped down his chin, mingling with your juices as he grinned stupidly up at you, very pleased with your reaction.

"I could eat you for hours and never get bored of it!" He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest.

Luffy's hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, fingers fumbling for a moment before he tugged them down just enough to free his aching cock.

It sprang out, hard and thick, flushed a deep, already leaking at the tip.

Your hands moved on their own accord, wrapping around his length, stroking the smooth, silky skin that felt like velvet over steel.

"Oh, Luffy, please..." you whimpered, voice ragged and breathless.

Your body was still trembling, your core aching for fulfillment.

"Hurry..." you begged, the urgency in your voice rising as the reality of your situation sank in.

You were in a closed bakery, in public, in the dead of night.

Luffy grinned, his eyes widening at your desperate plea.

He may have been oblivious to some things, but he certainly wasn't deaf to the need in your voice.

With a newfound sense of urgency, he gripped your hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your rear.

"Okayy~" Luffy chuckled, the tip of his cock nudging against your slick folds, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you real good, baby."

Without further preamble, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

A low, guttural groan tore from his throat as your tight, wet heat enveloped him, squeezing him like a velvet vice.

Your back arched off the cold wooden surface of the table, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth, cool surface.

"Ohhh, Luffy!" you cried out, voice echoing mercilessly.

The sensation of being so suddenly filled, so completely stretched around his thick length, was almost too much to bear. Your walls fluttered and clenched, adjusting to the sudden intrusion.

Luffy started to move, hips pumping in a steady, relentless rhythm.

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin burned your ears, mingling with your ragged breaths and Luffy's grunts of exertion.

"Hah, you feel- ngh-! ohhh-!! so g-good-!!" Luffy panted, hips never faltering in their tempo.

You could feel every ridge, every vein, the silky skin stretched taut over the thick column of his cock as he drove into you again and again.

Luffy leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It was sloppy, passionate, and filled with a hunger that stole your breath away.

His tongue plundered your mouth, tangling with yours, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as he fucked you with a fervor that bordered on feral.

Perhaps it was your time apart, or that you usually fucked in a more personal setting, but you had forgotten a crucial thing.

Luffy...gets loud.

"OH! OH! OH! HAHH! You- Ohh-!!" He panted, voice ringing out loud and clear.

"I c-can feel you squeezing me-! Baby-! Amaz-! ing!!"

His words were punctuated by the slapping of skin on skin, the lewd, wet sounds of your bodies joining in carnal bliss.

He seemed fascinated by the way your breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, by the way your body jiggled and shook under him.

Luffy's eyes were wide, drinking in the erotic sight of you lost in pleasure.

Your cheeks were flushed, sweat gathering on your forehead as your face twisted to one of pure sex.

Giddy, he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, biting your burning cheek lovingly.

"Hah, yes, yes! Luffy-! hahh-!."

He leaned down, nipping and sucking at your neck, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

Luffy's enthusiasm was infectious, his sheer joy at bringing you pleasure written all over his face.

He was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve, and right now, his heart was screaming with a primal, all-consuming desire to make you feel the same, if not more, pleasure that he felt.

"Close-! Luffy-! Clos—!!" Your legs tightened around his waist.

Just as he heard your breathy warning, he felt your velvet walls suddenly clamp down around him, fluttering wildly before seizing up completely.

Your body went rigid beneath him, back arching sharply as a silent scream caught in your throat.

"Ohhh!" you gasped out, voice barely above a whisper as a sudden, intense orgasm overtook you.

Your cunt clenched down on him, gripping him like a silken, pulsing fist as your climax crashed through you without warning.

A gush of hot fluids flooded out around his cock, soaking his length and dripping down his thighs.

Luffy's eyes widened in surprise, brows shooting up to his hairline as he felt your sudden, quiet release.

"W-whoa...you're cumming already?" he asked, voice rising in pitch.

His fingers slowly rub your clit, aiding you to let it all out.

"Must've r-really missed me...!" He grins yet again.

Despite the unexpected swiftness of your orgasm, he didn't miss a beat, hips never faltering in their enthusiastic rhythm.

Your body trembled and shook beneath him, inner muscles milking his cock as the intense sensations washed over you.

Luffy could feel every clench and ripple, could sense the way your climax seemed to catch you off guard, sweeping through you before you had a chance to brace yourself.

"Hnghh-!! f-fuck!" he grunted, voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax.

Sweat poured down his face, dripping onto your heaving chest as he loomed over you, eyes glazed and face flushed with desire.

You take his face into your hands, cupping his cheeks to steady him.

"Aaahh, baby, I'm...I'm getting close!" Luffy panted, words coming out in short, sharp bursts between each loud, drawn-out moan.

He was getting close...and loud.

You thought maybe the silent streets amplified the sound of his moans, but either way, it was desperately loud.

So loud that umm...well....

Nami walked ahead, her grip firm around the small piece of Luffy’s vivre card, watching as it trembled faintly and tugged her forward.

She didn’t say much, but her pace had quickened, her irritation from earlier now replaced with something sharper; unease, though she wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“He should be close,” she said after a moment, her voice lower now, more focused.

Sanji followed just behind her, his usual composure worn thin by the situation.

The cigarette between his fingers burned untouched as his eyes scanned the area, alert in a way that suggested he was already preparing for the worst.

Zoro walked a little to the side, one hand resting near his swords, while Robin moved with her usual calm.

The vivre card in Nami’s hand flickered wildly now, pulling them straight toward the source.

A closed bakery tucked with its windows covered by thin curtains.

And then it happened.

At first, it was just a dull sound from somewhere ahead. It echoed loud enough to make Nami stop mid-step.

“Did you hear that?” she asked, her voice hushed despite herself.

No one answered immediately, but they had all heard it.

Another noise followed almost immediately, louder than before. A rough, uneven groan that seemed to break halfway through, as though something had knocked the breath out of him.

Zoro’s hand moved, resting more firmly against the hilt of his sword as his eyes narrowed slightly.

“That wasn’t nothing,” he muttered.

Sanji’s gaze had already locked onto a building just ahead of them, his posture changing in an instant.

“It came from in there.”

They stood still for a moment, listening more carefully, and then it came again.

A sound that was unmistakably human this time.

Low. Strained. Dragged out in a discomforting way.

Nami felt something twist in her chest. “…that was Luffy.”

This time, no one questioned it. He was inside.

Sanji’s expression darkened completely, all traces of his usual charm gone as urgency took over.

“Someone’s got him,” he said, already stepping forward.

Zoro frowned, his grip tightening slightly. “That doesn’t sound like him fighting.”

Robin’s eyes narrowed just a fraction, her gaze fixed on the building ahead.

“No… it doesn’t."

Had someone really managed to restrain their captain? It seems so unlikely to them.

Sanji didn’t hesitate any longer.

“LUFFY!”

Sanji was already moving before anyone could say anything else, his foot planting firmly against the door as his voice rose with urgency.

The door didn’t stand a chance.

It burst open under the force of his kick, wood splintering as it slammed inward, the sudden noise cutting sharply through the quiet night.

The four of them rushed inside...

...and stopped.

Your turn your head abruptly in shock.

Your back was facing them, obscuring where you and Luffy were the most intimate.

Luffy, facing the door, halted in his moments, face still sweaty and eyes dazed.

"Oh. Hey guys!"

He greeted, as if his friends hadn't just caught him in the most obscene position ever.

Nami's voice came first.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her shriek was so abrupt that it triggered your own panic.

"LUFFY! COVER ME!!" You exclaimed, completely humiliated.

"R-right!!" He panicked, doing the first thing he could think of.

His rubber arms elongated, circling around you in a giant hug.

"Not like- ughhh!!" You groaned, hiding your face in his neck.

Zoro turned away immediately.

Not even a second thought, just a hand to his forehead and a long, tired exhale.

"...I'm leaving," he muttered, already walking off like he hadn't seen a single thing.

Sanji completely lost it.

"LUFFYYYYYYYYY?!" he screamed, voice cracking as he whipped around, face burning red.

"YOU— WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

Robin turned around as well, quietly chuckling into her hand.

"It seems our captain has been keeping secrets."

Usopp was the first to break.

"...There's no way," he said slowly, pointing at you like you might disappear if he blinked.

"There's no way this is real."

Chopper peeked from behind him, eyes sparkling with pure curiosity.

"She's real! She's real!! Luffy really has a wife!!"

"I told you I did," Luffy says picking at his nose as you slap it away.

"You NEVER told us that!" Nami snapped immediately, still not fully recovered from earlier.

"I have a ring too. SEE!" Luffy flaunted his wedding band, and you sighed, already predicting what's to come.

"YOU'RE WEARING IT ON THE WRONG HAND, DUMMY! HOW COULD WE HAVE KNOWN?"

Usopp scolds.

"No I'm not. [name] wears it on her right hand. See!"

Luffy justifies, holding up what was clearly your left hand, as evidence.

You chuckle awkwardly as Nami and Usopp start angrily knocking at his head.

"I am so sorry...that you had to see that." You apologized to Nami, knowing it was nothing short of traumatizing.

She just shyly rubs the back of her neck, throwing a few no problems your way.

Jimbe waves at you with a smile, which you reciprocate.

"It is good to see that you are well, Jimbe."

"You as well. I hope your travels have been safe, [name]. It has been a while since I visited Rusukaina."

"Visiting would have been futile since I have been at sea for the past two months."

Sanji stood off to the side, completely frozen, staring at you like you were some kind of divine being.

"She...is...married to Luffy..." he muttered under his breath, like the words themselves were impossible.

Franky let out a loud laugh. "SUPER unexpected!"

Brook clasped his hands together. "May I say, you are quite lovely! Though I must ask...may I see your pan—"

"DON'T YOU START NOW!" Nani knocks his head.

Luffy bursts out laughing, pulling you into him as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

He gives you a big smooch, biting your cheek softly as you try to get out of his grasp.

Everyone felt like they had fainted at the sight.

Zoro just shook his head, already turning away, but the small smile on his face didn't go unnoticed.

Robin stepped forward with a gentle countenance.

"It's nice to meet you," she said, calm and warm, like this was the most natural thing in the world.

"You as well. I have been longing to meet all of you. I suppose introductions are in order?"

You smiled, looking at your husband's crew.

Luffy grinned, squeezing your hand a little tighter.

"This is my wife!" he announced proudly, like he'd been waiting to say it out loud.

a/n: i love this man so fucking much.

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— ft.Trafalgar Law CW: rough sex, i'm sorry for the safe word but it was so funny, v sex, law is tired

Hair sticking to his forehead, Law snaps his hips forward harshly, the bed creaking under his force. One hand pins your lower back almost bruising as leverage and to keep you helpless, lying flat on your stomach, back arched at a mean angle. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your muffled moans is so obscene in the quiet night. Law’s breath comes in raspy pants. Anxiety and lack of sleep make him rough, almost punishing. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you open for his brutal pace. “Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth, leaning forward, his chest dewy with sweat pressing against your back, one arm wrapping around your waist to keep you still. 

You choke on a broken whimper, holding the pillow as if it was your lifeline. “Slow down!” You try to gasp between strangled sounds. 

But Law doesn’t listen, forehead resting on your shoulder, leaving a trail of hickeys on your neck. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you back on his cock with each thrust. “Take it,” He urges you, but your exhausted body is begging for mercy. 

“Can’t take it,” you almost weep, Law’s movements becoming even more forceful, as if he was trying to fuck the insomnia out of himself, your body jolting with each impact. 

“Just a bit more,” he whispers hoarsely, voice shaking with exhaustion and frustration. Anxiety and fatigue are like monsters inside him, keeping him awake, frustrated, angry, desperate. “I know you’re tired…” your body is practically limp under his. “But I need this.” You tighten your grip on the pillow, vision going blurry for a second. When you turn your head, you watch Law’s flushed face, tattoos glistening with sweat, deep and dark circles under his eyes, how hard he’s fucking you until his body gives up and collapses from exhaustion. 

It’s not him. Not anymore. 

“L-” You try to speak but air rushes out of your lungs brutally. Unable to take in anymore, your resolve creaks and you exhale a word you never thought you would say so seriously, even less in such a situation. “... bread.” 

For a second, Law doesn’t react, his brain too fogged to process. But then, he freezes mid-thrust, the word piercing through the haze of his mind like a needle, his arms releasing your waist as if your skin were on fire. He stares down, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your back. “You said it…” 

You never did. 

“Can’t take it… you’re too rough, sorry…” You murmur brokenly, body sore and trembling. Law’s eyes snap open, finally seeing you for real - your exhausted state, shaking body, red marks on his hands left on your skin. As gently as he can, he pulls out, turning you on your back. The tears in your eyes, the fatigue on your face… It hits him so hard his heart aches. He really hurt you. He never did. Always have been careful even when being rough.

 “Shit.”  He struggles to cross your gaze. “Don’t apologize. It’s my fault. I messed up. Again.” You hear the guilt in his voice, witness the vulnerability in his eyes, the concern in his fingers hesitating to touch you despite the need to examine your body. Confused, his walls totally crumbling, Law's quick witted mind finds nothing smart to say. “Sorry,” he just mutters again. “Do you need… to be alone?”

You automatically grip his wrist before he ever has the chance to blink. “Don’t run away. Stay. I just need you… close to me.” You hesitate, then add. “And maybe a hot, soothing shower.” 

Law can’t say no to you, especially not when you’re asking for something so simple yet meaningful. Without a word, he helps you to sit up and guides you to the shower. The cursed water immediately affects him, all his strength leaving his body. Totally dizzy, Law still grabs some soap, washing your skin, his hands cautiously looking for injury, examining every single inch of your body. The kiss he presses on your shoulder is so hesitant, but when you melt under his touch, he kisses you anywhere his lips can reach, his gestures carrying all the words he just can’t say. Carefully, he turns you around, only to bury his face in the crook of your neck. Voice muffled against your skin and the water falling crushing over your bodies, he breaks down, apologizing over and over. You grab his chin, pressing a kiss on his lips. “I know you’re sorry. I’m not mad at you.” 

“I’m so fucking tired,” he admits, voice breaking - stress, insomnia, guilt, it’s all too much. Despite everything, he dries you carefully, brings you your night clothes and pulls you into his arms, brushing your hair gently, his fingers soothing you, massaging your scalp, the tension in your shoulders until your body gives up. Instead of leaving as he always does when he can’t sleep, Law just stays with you, listening to your soft breath, palm pressing against your pulse points, as if your heartbeat was the only lullaby he needs to put his mind at ease.

— ft.Roronoa Zoro CW: rough sex, v sex, slight size kink

Wearing nothing but Zoro’s kimono, skin still wet from the - useless - shower you just took, you squirm, but Zoro grips your hips tighter. “Can’t control myself when I see ya like this, girl…” He snaps his hips, harder, deeper, his large hands spreading your cheeks apart to watch his thick length disappearing inside you, fat tip hitting spots that make you whine. The kimono rides up further with each brutal thrust until it’s bunched around your waist completely. “Shit, look at this ass…” He squeezes it hard before smacking it, captivated by the little jiggling of your skin. Your vision half-blur, you gasp, the strength of your arms leaving your body as you fall on your forearms. 

Zoro ignores your velvet walls clamping around him, too focused on the obscene picture you’re painting - his kimono contrasting beautifully on your skin, your ass bouncing with each brutal thrust. He grabs a handful of your hair roughly, pulls your head back while thrusting even deeper, making you gasp and choke on his cock. Every single vein, every single inch of him is being massaged by your cunt totally puffy. “Takin’ me so well, girl…” He grunts, spanking your ass roughly once more, leaving the mark of his fingers on your poor flesh. 

Short of breath, you try to grip the sheets but Zoro tugs on your hair, lifting up your upper body, pressing his broad chest against your back, wrapping one strong arm around your throat, squeezing it tight to hold you in place, his breath coming sharp and raspy against your ears. You gasp again, almost drooling, lips swollen, Zoro’s thick length splitting you open over and over, the sound of wet flesh slapping together fills the room along with your choked screams. “Shh,” Zoro mutters, keeping you in his chokehold to muffle the noises spilling from your lips. Your fingers try to claw his arm, but Zoro’s grip doesn’t loosen, his balls slapping loudly against your cunt with each deep stroke. 

“Zo-” You try to speak but air rushes out of your lungs once more. “S’too m-” Another pitiful whimper rumbles in your chest, your eyes watering from the lack of air and overwhelming pleasure.

Struggling to breathe, to think, to speak, you try to use your safeword - but no words come out. Sloppily, your fingers reach for Zoro’s bicep, finding the bandana wrapped around his arm. You don’t even have the time to tug on it, Zoro releases your throat in a blink. “Shit girl… too rough?” He strokes your side as you catch your breath, trying to calm down your thumping heart. As he watches you sputter for air, guilt floods him, realizing how badly he lost control of his strength. He pulls out as gently as he can, still you wince. “You’re okay, girl.” When he speaks, his words sound like a promise, his fingers brushing your hair away from your flushed face. 

“It was just too much,” Your voice is broken. “Sorry girl, got carried away…” He murmurs, adjusting his kimono to cover your naked frame, lifting you up with ease. Focused, dedicated as always, he helps you to get clean before dressing up. Noticing how your legs can barely support your weight, he doesn’t blink nor sigh, keeping you in his strong embrace - soothing, safe, not in a chokehold this time. When you finally get out of the bathroom, the night is quiet in the Sunny, sky starry, almost dreamy. 

Sitting at his favorite place on the desk, Zoro keeps an arm around your waist, pressing your back against his chest. “Taste,” he murmurs, showing you the bottle of saké he took in the kitchen. The taste of alcohol is almost sweet on his lips, rich, intense - it makes your head spine. “Too much, uh?”

Zoro presses another kiss at the corner of your lips before settling you between his arms, playing with your hair. Distractedly, he ties up your hair with his bandana, exposing the back of your next to his kisses. “You’re okay, girl. It won't happen ever again. Promise.”

And Zoro always keeps his promises.

— ft.Vinsmoke Sanji CW: overstimulation, mention of squirting, slight fingering, oral sex

Sanji’s tongue is insatiable, sucking lightly on your clit, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread wide open. Your body jerks and twitches uncontrollably from the overload of pleasure, but Sanji refuses to let up even though you have cum already way too many times. His mouth is slow, reverent, chin and lips coated with your wetness, kissing your oversensitive, swollen clit, making your thighs almost shut around his head, but he holds them open. “Just cum on my face one last time, love… need to taste you again…” He begs, voice muffled against your soaked cunt, his words vibrating, sending waves of pleasure blended with discomfort through your body. 

Trying to ground yourself, you hold onto Sanji’s hair as if it was your lifeline, the sheets beneath you are so damp it’s uncomfortable - you squirm. “Sanji…” 

His face is buried so deep between your legs, his nose pressing against your clit as he breathes in your scent, eating you out like if he was a starving man. “You taste so good… you’re going to squirt again for me, right?” Drained out, shivers running down your spine, skin covered with goosebumps, you pant. Sanji doesn’t even care about how painful you squeeze his head with your thighs, solely focused on pulling another orgasm out of your exhausted body. “Just one last time,” he promises, but you know it’s a sweet lie - he could eat you out all day without stopping. Slowly, he looks up along your body, watching your breasts heave with each desperate breath. “You’re so sensitive…” 

Gently, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them up just nicely, on purpose to make you squirt. Gasping, you writhe, the sensation building in your lower stomach blurring the frontier between pleasure and pain. He hits that spot inside you, the ones that make you insane - toes curl, eyes rolling back. But not this time. Your head spines. It feels too… everything. Hot, exhausting, weird, uncomfortable. 

You’re high. Almost dazed. Pushed into a weird space between pleasure and overload. You feel like you could pass out if you cum one more time. In your dizzy, hazy mind, only one thing comes to you, one word. Voice barely above a whisper, it falls from your swollen lips. “...blue.” 

Sanji freezes, fingers stopping their motion - as realization hits him, he pulls them out and looks up at your body, noticing how glazed your eyes are and how your skin is flushed and sweaty. His face is so obscene, glistening with your juice, but he doesn’t care, concerns flickering in his eyes with guilt. “Did I hurt you?” He asks, voice trembling with care and worriness, little tears stuck in his lashes. 

“No…” You immediately ensure him. “Just… too much stimulation. Couldn’t take it anymore.” Sanji’s hands trace delicate patterns on your legs, his fingers are all shaky and unsure. 

“Sorry… I’ve been so selfish…” His voice almost cracks, heart shattering. It was supposed to be about your pleasure, not his. “Let me fix this. Please?” With wet puppy eyes and a pleading expression, Sanji rests his hand on your stomach. 

“You have nothing to fix, I’m fine…” Sanji shakes his head, insisting, and you know he won’t wash his guilt away if you don’t let him pamper you even more than he already does. So you indulge in his genuine, gentle care, how his hands are always kind when they massage you, how he’s always running a bath with bubbles and your favorite dessert waiting for you on the nightstand when you come back from the bathroom. His kisses are always the sweetest - able to melt you, to ease all your worries, especially when they turn into french kisses. 

“Are you mad at me?” Sanji asks, unsure, massaging your shoulders, his fingers working on a little knot of muscles. 

“I’m not, I swear I’m doing just fine right now. It was just… too much overstimulation.” His gaze locks to yours, trying to figure out if you’re telling the truth. “You know I would never hurt you, right?” He questions again, weakly. 

“I know. You’re my sweet boy. Just a bit too obsessed with oral sex.” Cheeks flushed, Sanji coughs, brushing your hair. “I’ll… try to control myself,” he promises and you laugh, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. 

But even if you’re not mad at him - never been, Sanji still makes it up to you for the whole weeks, cooking all your favorite dishes, letting flowers and notes on the nightstand each morning, as if he were trying to apologize for a grave mistake when all he did was being a bit too sidetracked and obsessed with how sweet you taste against his lips.

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kiss him for the first time, he would definitely freeze up and turn red. Then when you pull away from the kiss, he's completely frozen for a second. Then he mutters a quiet "tch" before looking the other way to hide his face. He'd probably avoid eye contact for a short while because his face heats up immediately. It would probably be in a private place because I don't think he's into PDA. Sure you both can link arms, hold hands, or a short hug. But that's it for him, anything else is a no. And kissing him when it's just the two of you just makes it more romantic and special.

➵Sanji would absolutely kiss you first. This guy perfectly planned every single second for this moment. It would definitely be somewhere romantic, like a sunset at the beach after a candle lit dinner. He'd stare into your eyes lovingly as he grabs the side of your face, asking "May I?" Because Sanji is an absolute gentleman and would always ask for consent, just incase you're not comfortable doing something. And after the kiss, he would probably say something cheesy like "oh the gods have blessed me with a kiss from a goddess" before fainting. Don't get me wrong he really tried to keep hiscomposure, but he can't help feeling this way about you.

➵Ace would impulsively kiss you first. It would probably happen in a place where you're both alone after everything went quiet. He's admiring you one moment then the next he ends up actually kissing you because why not? When you both pull away, Ace would then realise what he just did and get all flustered. Stuttering and fidgeting trying to explain himself. Then you shut him up by kissing him again, which made him more nervous and flustered.

➵Shanks would kiss you first. You both would be in a place alone together, and Shanks just decides "yep this is the right moment" and kisses you (it is the right moment). It could be on the ship deck late at night under the stars or in a field of flowers. He'd probably tease you first a little then as you laugh at his teasing. Then you notice he's just smiling at you, holding his gaze for a second longer than usual before leaning in and kissing you. Afterwards, he'd probably grin and say something stupid to tease you about it.

➵Law would maybe kiss you first. Law would think about it for way too long and over analyze the moment until it passes. This guy has tried so many times to kiss you but his mind gets in the way and the perfect opportunity slips. Law prefers a quiet atmosphere and no people except you both for anything like a first kiss like under the stars or while lying down somewhere private. And when it actually does happen, his whole body becomes slightly tense and controlled. Afterwards, on the outside he looks completely fine with a slight blush on his cheek. Internally is a different story, this guy's mind over analysis every moment and his whole mind becomes a disaster. But if he took too long and you kiss him first, Law would be a disaster inside and out. He'd freeze and get all flustered and shy trying to hide his face. And when you make a comment or tease him about it he'd say "Shut it" and hide his face from you.

➵Kidd would kiss you first, but in an angry way. The first kiss would probably happen mid argument or when your both annoyed at each other. You would be arguing with him, scolding him for being reckless then he just harshly grabs your face and shut you up with a kiss. I imagine the first kiss would be rough and brash. That's just simply his nature. Then when he pulls away and you say "What was that for?!", he grumbles and replies like "tch, you won't shut up". Then you scold him even more because that was your first kiss and he just took it in the least romantic moment.

➵Doflamingo would kiss you first. He'd kiss you when the moment feels like it for him. It'd be both soft and rough and completely in his terms. Doflamingo would grab your cheek all of the sudden and kiss you. He's also definitely really confident and cocky about the whole thing. And afterwards when you ask him "What was that for?" Because you completely didn't expect it, he'd just grins and say "Why, cat got your tounge?". And would definitely tease you if you suddenly get all shy and flustered.

➵Smoker would kiss you first, but you'd have to wait for a long time. Unlike Luffy and Ace, Smoker isn't impulsive at all. He's the type to think things through and definitely at the right moment. It would probably happen where something happens after a moment of tension and he just stops thinking and does it. Like getting separated during a battle and he gets worried because he can't find you. Then afterwards, he finally finds you and just pulls you in for a kiss suddenly. He'd lean his forehead on top of yours and say "Don't disappear on me like that ever again" because this guy genuinely loves you and can't bear the thought of losing you.

➵Crocodile would kiss you first. Once he decides he wants to kiss you, it will happen. Because one thing about Crocodile is that once he decides something, he'll follow through with it. If the moment was interrupted by somebody walking in or some other reason, he'll shoot them a glare and continue with what he planned. It would be both slow and rough, because he's just never been the type to rush. Then afterwards he just looks into your eyes and smile at you, which is a rare sight considering how composed and nonchalant he is. Matter of fact, you're probably the only person that can make him smile genuinely.