Listen here friendo I didnât sit through a year of organic chemistry for you to come into my house and call a carboxylic acid a saturated fatty acid you respect that hexadecanoic acid
And I didnt get a degree in biochemistry to hear you say that carboxylic acids with aliphatic chains arent fatty acids. That hexadecanoic acid IS a saturated fatty acid!
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Seals keep a strict albeit temporary hierarchy during breeding season where they haul out on the rocks for weeks to months at a time. The largest male seals (alphas) collect harems of females to breed and will fight for dominance to maintain their territory and protect/defend their harem.
So, imagine a huge selkie or seal hybrid with these traits. Breeding season comes, you move into his territory, and he decides you are in his harem when he spots you sunbathing and goes to make it official. With seal dick.
Ahhh beach master selki, what a hunk he would be!
Like I know selkies wouldn't shift in front of someone if we were keeping to the traditional mythos, but these are my dollies and I can play with them how I like.
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The little house you'd managed to scrape enough to buy was perfect, far enough from the beach to not worry, yet, about shoreline erosion, but close enough that you could watch the waves roll across the sand and rocks.
So it's only natural you'd make a home for yourself on the rocks when the sun came out, the warmth under your back pleasant but not too scorching most days you ventured out. Overtime you'd grown used to the odd sea creature appearing on the beach near your home, from beached jellyfish to the occasional seal sighting, choosing to avoid the open sand on those days, so when a morning session of sun is interrupted with the loud bellowing honks of seal you hardly bat an eye. Staying atop the rock you're on you plot out your path back home, pulling a face as you realise you had napped through many many seals coming onto the shore.
One seal in particular has zeroed in on you, bounding towards the rock with determination.
A single moment of distraction is all it takes to get spooked by a very large seal turning into a very large man, he has a heavy, thick, coat hanging from his shoulders as he chambers the rock you're on. Naked as the day he was born, the man is heavy set, wide shoulders, a thick layer of fat across his stomach, hips, and thighs. Honestly, if you weren't in slight shock from the sudden transformation of seal to man, you'd have called him quite handsome with his messy salt streaked grey-brown hair and scruffy beard.
Sitting frozen on the rock you faintly recognise the man, but with how very naked he is right now your mind is more focused on the large and ,admittedly, distracting length standing hard and heavy in front of you.
She'd warned you, told you, barked and snarled in the nicest way she could that she was too old for you.
Called you kid, ruffled your hair, and smirked when you made those soft, infatuated eyes at her as you stumbled through some real choice pick up lines.
Now look at you, face down on her bed, drooling into the pillow your scrambled to hold onto as she fucks into you, sweat running down her back as she grunts into the next thrust, pushing hard and keeping your hips pinned as your thighs twitch and shake from how aggressive she was being. There are bite marks, soon to be hickies, and finger print bruises that scatter your hips, shoulders, and thighs, pretty marks that she snarls into your ear about, grinding into that spot inside that has your fingers clawing at the sheets.
When you whimper that it's too much, she laughs, pulling your hips up and making your weak legs hold a better angle for her to fuck you in, thumbs braced against your ass to give her the best view possible of how she's fucking you.
Her hair's a mess, sweat matting locks to her neck and forehead, ears pinned back as she snarls for you to be a good little pet and take what she has to give you. Tail wagging slowly as she pushes that last little bit before snapping her hips hard, fucking fast and efficiently, getting the most out of the time she has before her knot swells, holding you by your hips and pulling back on the last thrust as she feels that first itch of tightness.
She's practically feral by the time you go limp under her, shaking and drooling, fucked stupid, just how she promised to leave you when she first dragged you into her bed earlier that evening.
"Well maybe I was wrong about you kid... Took it all and the knot too, maybe I could make an exception for such a sweet thing like you if you're willing to let an old dog like me enjoy you like this more often. You look better drooling on my sheets than trying to use those awful pick up lines on me after all."
Mothmen arenât usually my thing (will admit tho the fuzzy mane is very appealing) but there is one type of moth that I think would be really interesting as a mothman;
A Baphomet moth.
Imagine going on a date with a mothman who youâve been talking to for a while and he doesnât tell you what kind of moth he is.
Expecting a cute fuzzy (maybe slightly ominous) monster man only to see a massive eldritch (but still fuzzy) monster moth with tentacles fluttering nervously because he knows he doesnât look like other mothmen and is trying not to seem to scary to you.
See I love this idea, but it's also funny to me because of your walking in and this type of mothman has his "tentacles" out he is broadcasting that he is horny and wants to fuck.
Cause male baphomet moths only have those strange pieces out when it's breeding time, cause they carry their scent in the wind!
So I'm imagining coming into a nice but small restaurant, coming to your table and seeing your date, sure you're startled by the difference between his looks and the idea you had in your head but he did mention he isn't a usually encountered type of mothman, so doing your best you take the chance and sit down for the date. Finding yourself pleasantly surprised, as this giant mothman is actually pretty sweet despite the more eldritch appearance he has, giggling as you flirt with him, finding yourself surprised again as slowly long grey tendrils slip down the sides of his neck.
They twitch and move slightly as his face grows warm, he knows you won't understand what it means but still nerves over take him as you comment on the scent he must be wearing, calling it lovely and a perfect fit for him.
Just currently blissfully unaware of just how desperate your date has become for you, and of how enamored he has become on the first date.
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Did you seduce the vampire who donates to the museum you work at just so you could look at all the cool artifacts inside his manor? Yes, and you don't regret it.
Your hands curl around his arm as he walks you down the lavish carpeted hallway, it looks even bigger on the inside.
He talks and talks about the portraits you pass, family members, old friends and lovers, enemies. You listen with rapt attention, almost unable to keep your jaw off the floor.
"And the bedchambers areâ"
"Oh, wow! When is that one from?"
He lets you pull him down another hall, abandoning the plan he'd been making ever since you walked up to him in that low cut dress.
Nevertheless, he explains the origins and backstory behind another painting, letting you guide him farther down the hall, the awe on your face never fading.
"It's just beautiful."
You marvel at the sculpture in front of you, the vampires hands rest easily on your hips, his chin on your shoulder.
"I watched the artist sculpt it with his own hands."
He places light kisses up your neck, fingers lightly digging into your dress.
"Molding the clay to do his bidding; it was quite erotic as I recall."
As your lips meet, he barely keeps his hunger in check, pulling your bodies together while pushing his tongue past your teeth.
You enjoy his hungry kiss, loving the way he shivers as you scratch the nape of his neck just right. Then, your eyes catch something in your peripheral and you gasp, pulling away to get closer.
"Is that real?"
The vampire sighs woefully, but you're far too busy admiring the luxurious day bed you'd spotted in the next room over.
"It must be from the 17th century."
He's behind you in a second, twirling you around in his arms, lips on your neck again.
"Yes, good eye, my love. Would you like to take a seat?"
He rasps while lowering you down onto the plush cushions.
"Wait."
You panic, of course, not wanting to damage such an old and precious piece of art but your companion simply grins, baring his fangs.
"Don't worry, darling. I tell you all about my preservation techniques after we've both had our fill."
You could only respond with a surprised moan as he dips his head under your dress.
You made quite a mess of the pretty bed, but you also got a very interesting presentation on methods for preserving 17th century furniture!
â summary. happy halloween! what spooky hijinks are you getting up to with you lover tonight? don't forget your costumes!
â pairings. luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, law x fem!reader
â contents. !smut! fem!reader, costumes (all), grinding, kissing (luffy), degradation, light impact play, rough sex (zoro), bondage, collars (sanji), breast play, improper use of devil fruits (ace), roleplay, grinding (sabo), virgin kink, purity kink, roleplay, alcohol mention (kid), predator/prey kink, chasing, roleplay (killer), medical kink, roleplay, grinding (law) | mdni.
â a/n. had this sitting in my drafts unfinished since. well. you know. anyways enjoy this perfectly appropriate and thematicâNOT intended for a completely different holidayânew years piece! (^ 0 ^)
MONKEY D. LUFFY wears a pirate costume, and you get to be his treasure!
all luffy could talk about was how he wanted to be a pirate for halloween (again), and there was absolutely no way to convince him to be anything else. therefore, you had to come up with the perfect costume to match him, and you were not about to choose "pirate-but-sexy" for the nth year in a row.
you were, of course, decked out completely in shimmering colors. gold and silver necklaces, rings, and bangles covered your entire body, complete with more than a few sets of pearls on your neck. and to top it all off? a crown set atop your head, glowing regally with the help of the jewels embedded into it. all of this finery, and you were covered from head to toe in twinkling body glitter.
luffy was immediately blinded upon seeing you (as was everyone else who had the misfortune of gazing upon your glimmering form), but seemed standoffish for the rest of the night, rarely speaking but often rubbing a finger across your arm, leg, or wherever your skin was revealed, coating his finger in the fine, sparkling powder. it wasn't until you got back to the ship after the party that luffy decided to pounce.
"you're so shiny," luffy panted, squeezing your chest with his left hand and your ass with the other. his eyes were blown wide, enraptured by your glistening body. "and you're all mine."
a blissful sigh left your lips as luffy's bulge glided against your slit, in addition to his constant fondling of your body. a wet patch had begun forming on his shortsâmostly due to your own slick, but even he was contributing to the mess. you never expected him to be so entranced by your costume, but perhaps it was his inner pirate speaking.
"i'm glad you like it, luf," you said, moving your lips to meet luffy's. if it weren't for the glitter on your skin, you were sure luffy would have left an innumerable number of hickeys across your body.
luffy pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. "i need more," he gasped, seizing your body and pressing you down into the bed. suddenly, the thought of being covered in hickeys didn't seem impossible anymore.
RORONOA ZORO is wrapped up as a mummy, and you're about to raid his tomb!
you knew zoro wasn't going to put any effort into a costume, so it was up to you to find something he wouldn't try to strip out of. zoro was already used to wearing bandages (L) so it wasn't hard to wrap a couple around his arms, legs, and one across his head for good measure. your costume was far more detailed; a high-quality recreation of a certain gun-wielding, tank top wearing archaeologist.
from the start, zoro wasn't able to keep his eyes off you. the way you moved, the way you talked, the way you stood in that outfit was enough to make him twitchy all night (and his costume was not helping his predicament.) some partygoers speak to you normally, while others take daring glances at your costume. zoro is not pleased with either group.
really, the more he thought about it, this whole party and costume thing was your fault. by the time you get back to your shared cabin on the sunny, zoro is already peeling his bandages off, eager to be done with tonight. you, on the other hand, are enthusiastically helping zoro de-bandage himself. after all, it just means he has to help you disrobe afterwards, right?
zoro's fingers gripped the band your tight shorts, as if he was about the rip them off, only to squeeze your ass instead with his large hands. despite your request for him to help you undress, he seemed more eager for you to keep the outfit on.
"you should wear shit like this more often," he snorted, running one of his hands down your thigh, reaching the thigh strap and sneaking a finger around the elastic. zoro pulled on it, stretching the band and letting it thwack against your flesh.
you let out a moan, gritting your teeth at the sweet sting. zoro's hands were already up at your chest, ripping the buttons off your shirt and exposing your chest. a satisfied grin lined his face as he leaned back, bringing your hands down to his zipper.
"your turn to help me undress, babe," he said, letting you feel the hard tent forming in his tan pants. you steeled your resolve, accepting that this striptease was only just the beginning of tonight.
VINSMOKE SANJI is disguised as a handsome lion, and you're his ringmaster!
when the idea of a costume party was first conceived, sanji immediately floated matching costume ideas to you. "chef and cupcake" was a cute idea in theory, but you weren't looking forward to the execution. besides, you were incredibly excited to carry sanji by a collar for the night! probably not as excited as he was, however.
sanji behaved like a guard dog the whole nightâmaybe guard lion would be a better wordâchasing off pervs with a nasty look in his eye and giving you a nice, fuzzy shoulder to lean on after you had a couple glasses of punch. of course, mr. lion couldn't stop himself from whispering the pretty plans you two had after the party into your flushed ear.
your hands are all over each other by the time you get back onto the ship. only once you get into your room do your hands slip under the clothes and into the sheets. the costume you received came with some props that you initially had no use for, but sanji can find a use for any tool.
"toys are on the dresser," you gasped out as sanji sucked the side of your neck, the two of you practically stumbling into your room. sanji's shirt had been thrown to the ground while the buttons on your own were popped open, exposing your chest.
you threw yourself on the bed, arching your back and waiting for sanji to grab whichever toys interested him the most. seconds later he stood over you, holding a collar and whip in his handsâthe latter was a bold choice, you'd never expected him to take that one.
"i thought it'd be cute, having the ringmaster be subdued," sanji chuckled, fastening the collar to your neck with a click! "no need to brace yourself either, mon minou, i'd rather die than lay a hand on you."
with a skill you didn't know sanji had, he loosely tied the whip around your wrists, securing you to the headboard. "ready, mon amour? we're both in for a long night," he sighed in bliss, straddling himself over your lower half. next year, you were definitely using this costume again.
PORTGAS D. ACE is dressing up as a firefighter, and you're matching as his loyal dalmation!
at first, it was hard to convince ace to dress up as something antithetical to his position as fire fist, but after telling him he could be shirtless for the costume, he was 100% on board! he was also a fan of your costume, flicking your ears up and down and up andâ
the party was a blast, and ace was eager to show off your costumes to partygoers, making silly poses and taking plenty of photos. despite being a devil fruit user, ace also insists on being a real firefighter. as such, the deviant carries around a water gun to use whenever and on whoever he sees fitâeven spraying you straight in the chest, drenching your spotted costume.
your boyfriend quickly hands over his firefighter jacket, covering your body and escorting you to a bedroom to help dry your shirt off. ace's powers are almost idealâas long as you keep about 5 feet between you and the fire. luckily, his hands seen warm enough to help. and with a little persuasion, maybe you can find an even warmer part.
"a-are you sure this the best way?" ace stammered, his face so red it matched the beads around his neck. the clearly excited smile on ace's face betrayed his seeming apprehensionâthe pervert was clearly begging for you to keep going.
"maybe you're right," you sighed, pulling his warm hands away from your chest, much to his obvious disappointment. you slid off the bed and saddled yourself on the floor, sitting right between his legs.
"you locked the door, right ace?" you said, moving your hands to his zipper. all your boyfriend could do was nod his head frantically, his goofy smile reappearing as he shrugged off his boxers with your help.
"god, i fucking love you baby," he sung in pleasure as his cock went into your shirt, feeling his heat spread across your tits. throwing his head back in pleasure, ace made a mental note to dress up more often.
SABO wants to be a knight this evening, and he needs a princess to match!
no one else commits harder to a joke than sabo. and sabo's idea of a joke is wearing a full, authentic suit of armor to a party. likewise, he insists you wear an authentic dress to match. puffy sleeves, real silk, and fine lace adorn your body in such a tight way that it's almost hard to breathe. sabo just slaps your back (with a metal covered hand, ouch) and tells you it'll just be a couple hours. the two of you have done crazier things in the bedroom than this, he says. asshole.
he enjoys keeping his face covered by his helmet, then surprising friends and partygoers by flipping it up. and, as your knight, he insists on being by your side, protecting you from anyone who dare attack his princess! (like the maniac running around with a water gun)
after the party, the two of you are happy to shed your uncomfortable, but still very impressive, costumes. sabo gets his suit of armor off before you can even attempt to shrug off a shoe. but now that he's free from his metal prison, he's more than happy to help his princess undress.
"it would have been fun to try this at the party," sabo chuckled, forcing you to arch your back as he yanked on the lacing of your dress. "oops, that just made it tighter! my bad, sweetie."
"asshole," you managed to squeeze out, feeling sabo's bulge press closer against your ass. "just help get your princess out of this contraption." the bastard was getting too big a kick out of this, and all you wanted to do was get out of this damn dress.
a hand traveled beneath your skirt, flipping the fabric up and exposing your backside. "theres gotta be a zipper around here somewhere, right baby? any ideas?" sabo whistled, and you couldn't help but snicker at his comment this time.
"it's an older modelâcomes with a keyhole! but you need a pretty big key to get in." you wiggled your ass for emphasis, giggling at your own joke. from behind you heard a hearty laugh, followed by the sound of a buckle being undone. you figured you could stand being in this overly tight silk for just a bit longer. or at least until sabo ripped it off you.
EUSTASS KID begrudgingly accepts his devil costume, only as long his angel accompanies him!
from the start, kid isn't a fan of wearing a costume. only once you tell him about the party aspect does kid accept the idea of this "costume" you speak of. kid's regular attire fits the description of "devil" well enough, so all you do is add a horned headband and tell him to look extra red and evil for tonight. you, on the other hand, dress in as much white as possible, complete with fluffy wings and a halo to match.
at the party, all kid cares about is getting as hammered as possible. he's laughing with his crew, beer in hand with you sitting on his lap. despite his earlier attitude towards his costume, he seems to get really in character after a few drinks, making comments about how a "devil like him" got with an "angel like you," flicking your wings for extra emphasis.
by the time the party's dispersed, you're dragging an excited kid back to your shared room. he's handsy the whole way through, and his comments about your costumes have gone up a notch, clearly more interested than he was at the start of the night. kid's got plans in his head even before the door closes, and he's ready to enact these new fantasies.
"c'mere babe, 'wanna hold ya," kid laughed, falling into his chair. he patted his thigh, beckoning you over. the horns you made him wear at the start of the party still sat on his head, blending in with his hair and making him look like a real demon.
"hold me? like, cuddling?" you replied coyly, doing your best to play the part of "pure angel" as you sat in his lap. given the huge ass grin on his face, you took it as a sign that you were doing a splendid job.
"virgin angel needs a devil to teach 'er." kid slipped a hand under your dress, using his other hand to play around with your wings. "could rip these babies off, teach ya about pain and pleasureâthe two good things in life."
his breath was hot against your ear, and you shuddered as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. "i'm a fast learner," you gasped, leaning into his body. a part of you wondered how far kid would take this roleplay, but an even bigger part of you wondered how much of your costume would be left by the end of this long, long night.
KILLER is decked out as jason, and watch out, you're his final girl!
it's easy to get killer to dress up, mostly because jason's mask also has near identical holes to killer's usual mask. but he also has fun helping you dress up, cutting up and splattering your survivalist outfit with fake blood in order look the part. you have your own fun, playing around with different hairstyles like your boyfriend was your own personal doll. a doll caked in fake blood, that is.
the party was fun, and despite what your costumes suggested, you and killer were attached to each other the whole night. while killer would show everyone his new punishers, replaced with machetes to match his costume, you'd stick a straw through one of his mask holes so that he could sip.
on the way back to the ship with the rest of the crew, killer pulls you off to the side to whisper in your ear. his idea? you get a 30 second head start to run into the island, and then killer will be hot on your trail. a countdown isn't necessaryâyou start your sprint into the woods while your boyfriend's laugh echoes in the distance.
you gasped for air, ducking under branches and leaping over exposed roots. if it weren't for your combat boots, you'd surely have face-planted about five minutes ago. in the distance you could hear killer approaching, and he was doing it quickly.
with a flourish, you threw yourself against a tree, pretending to lean against it for support to catch your breath. in an instant, you felt your chest press against the tree, a large machete cutting into the trunk right beside you. killer's body pressed itself into you, and you could feel something else pressing into your body as well.
"caught you," he whispered into your ear, sending a chill down your spine. "you gonna beg for mercy, pretty girl?" killer's knee positioned itself between your legs, and you couldn't help but slightly grind on it.
"oh please mr. scary killer! if you let me go, i'll make it worth your while!" you cried out, unable to hide the sly smile on your face. cold metal touched your back as killer's machete cut open the back of your shirt. as eager as you were for the main course, you prayed that killer had something new for you to wear on your walk back to the ship.
TRAFALGAR LAW accepts his position as doctor, but only if he has his trusty nurse!
costumes aren't law's thingâhe's the type to value comfort over looks in nearly every situation. but he's already got a stethoscope in the medical bay and a lab coat in his closet, so it was meant to be! after you told ikkaku about your idea, she gleefully fished a skimpy nurse outfit from a box, complete with a nurse cap to match. once law sees you try it on, he no longer complained about having to wear his doctor costume.
law's nursing (lmao) a drink in his hand for nearly the whole event, always trailing behind you like a lost puppy who would rather be at home reading a book. eventually you find a couch you two can cuddle on while also catching up with some old friends. law pouts through most of it, setting his chin on your head while you relax on his lap.
back on the submarine, law just wants to be in his boxers and get to bed. as he's on the side of your bed, kicking off his pants, you approach, sliding yourself on his lap. you fiddle with the collar of his lab coat and run your fingers down his stethoscope, informing him that he needed to complete his physical exam before bed.
"you've got a bit of a fever, doc," you said, pressing the back of your hand against law's forehead. as you did so, you pushed your clothed cunt against the tent in law's boxers, eliciting a low moan from the man.
you tutted, "thats not a good sign, mr. trafalgar." you continued grinding against him, pulling gently on his stethoscope. "any idea what it could be, doc? i'd love to help, but it's hard to find the source of this problem."
"just," law hissed, his hips twitching upwards into yours, "keep doing that. keep moving your hips." law's mouth swept over your exposed collarbone, peppering harsh kisses into your skin.
"you got it, doc!" you said with cheer, slipping a finger into the band of his boxers and yanking them down. law's cock sprang free, and you allowed it to sit snuggly between your ass. if law's grip on your body was anything to go by, you were definitely on the right path for a cure.
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The whole marriage was a scam anyway, so why should this one little huge occurrence change anything for the two of you?
Between your parents breathing down your neck about getting married and having kids, and your partners own parents lining up an arranged marriage for them as they believed they were unable to find a marriage partner on their own. It was only natural that the two of you pulled a fast one on them and made the decision to get married to each other, stopping both families from pushing on with their demands for the two of you to start a family.
So when you leave for your honeymoon the weight of expectations lifted, at least for a little while.
The twin you visit is one both of you wanted to go and see, never having the time till now and making the most of it. The two of you spent your days doing whatever either of you wanted, having meals together before heading off to enjoy your alone time, just because the two of you were now fake married didn't mean you had to actually act like a couple around strangers that thought you were just friends on a roadtrip. However, the two of you did enjoy an evening at the beach together, sharing pictures and stories of what you did during the day, laughing and blissfully unaware of the wide-eyed hybrid now eagerly racing towards the two of you.
This particular town is a home and haven to a certain group of crab hybrids, and their mate practices are unique to say the least. These facts are part of the reason the two of you had wanted to visit, curious about the practical aspects of it and the how of these hybrids picking out their 'wives' from the general population of the town, or the visitors to the town.
It is a bright flash of orange and a chitter of excitement that spooked the two of you, strong arms wrapping around your waist as both of you are lifted and hefted into a pair of arms, too shocked to do much but stare as one of the crab hybrids exclaims loudly about finding two wonderful wives this day!
By the time both you and your friend shake out of the shock it's too late, there are crab hybrids and their own human 'wives' all around you, and a very exhausted looking bureaucrat that somehow manages to get the crowd of excited orange plated hybrids to calm down before addressing the two of you and letting you speak as you explained that the two of you were already married and can't become this hybrids wives. Only to have the bureaucrat sigh and explain that sadly the marriage of two humans is not viewed as invalidating to these crab hybrids mate choice marriages.
The rest of the words that follow are drowned out as you try to process what is going on, a fake marriage to your friend to crab mate marriage pipeline, wasn't on your cards at all for either of you. Yet, when you look over at your friend/partner they are looking up at the crab hybrid still holding the two of you against his chest, and they look almost enamored with the strange orange crab hybrid...
This feels like it will be harder to explain to your parents than the separate bedrooms were.
That's right it's a return of my husband crabs And their kidnapping wives behaviour!
sir crocodile x afab gn!reader. reader wears a dress. i use a big word you've possibly never heard bc i decided to be annoyingly poetic. period sex. nasty disgusting bloody period sex i'm not sorry. he eats you out. while you're on your period. goodbye. wc: 897.
his eyes flicker in the candlelight, ravenous hunger barely disguised behind his otherwise nonchalant façade. maybe you shouldn't have worn this particular outfit tonight. it was all fun and games trying to tease him until you ended up back in his room thanks to your impulsivity and lack of self-control.
pushed up against the wall, chest heaving, lips still tingling from the bruising kiss that was in progress until you pushed him away. it's not that you can't be with him tonight; it's just that... at this particular time of the month, you're all slick with blood. in addition to not knowing if he would like it, there's also a level of vulnerability involved that you're not sure you're fully comfortable with.
impatiently, he moves toward you to continue where you left off. you don't want to stop him, you really don't, butâ
"wait. i... can't."
his eyebrow rises. "can't," he repeats slower, as if he's waiting for further explanation but won't demand any.
you've never had this conversation before. not yet, not with him. you haven't done a lot of talking during these... meetings. not unless it's related to the desire that never leaves either of your rooms. so far you've been willing, if not eager, to fall into bed with him during these secret rendezvous.
"i'm... bleeding, so... perhaps this should wait until next time."
it takes a moment, but you can see that he understands. this doesn't stop him from pushing closer to you again, crowding you between his looming frame and the unforgiving wall behind you.
"you think i care?"
you stare up at him, heat coursing through you, and begin to protest. his lips stop you, melding so deliciously with your own that you quickly decide you don't care anymore either. if he doesn't, you don't.
his hand eclipses the whole side of your head, and nothing else exists but his suffocating presence. you remain like that for a time, savoring the feeling of smallness, until he pivots you in the direction of the bed. he backs you up into it, never parting from you, and then you're falling backwards into the smooth, silky sheets.
he stands there, towering above you, a crooked grin across his scarred face in response to the little 'oof' sound you let out. reaching down, his ringed fingers push on your chest until you're lying flat on your back. he drags them languidly down your body, groping at your chest, at your stomach, and your thighs, before finally reaching for the hem of your dress.
and suddenly, you're exposed, spread open to him and trying your best to continue not caring. he kneels at the edge of the bed, and something ignites within you. it's tantalizing, having him in this position. he's big and powerful, not to mention arrogant. he's also looking at you from his place between your legsâa predatory glint in his eyesâready to make a mess of himself for you. effortlessly, he tugs you to the edge of the mattress, prey to slaughter, guiding your legs to rest over his shoulders.
you were about to question whether you should have something under you in order to keep his sheets clean, but the first drag of his thick fingers makes you gasp aloud as they slide through your slick with ease. they use it to toy with you, make your back arch off the bed. his mouth is on you before your brain catches up, and your whole body flinches at the jolt of pleasure that races through you.
you expect some hesitation, perhaps for him to even pull away, but you don't have a moment to so much as breatheâhelplessly crying out, hardly able to believe that it feels this good. you push yourself up into his mouth when a groan vibrates into you, and he drapes his other arm over your torso, holding you still, completely at his mercy. he eats you like he's starving, like he's not afraid to get dirty.
you're whimpering, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of him as he feasts. his gaze locks onto yours, and he flattens his tongue against your folds, running it up your slit without ever breaking eye contact. there's blood smeared across his lips, all over his chin. a swipe of it along his scar, violently red. how fitting.
his fingers work their way into your warmth easily, twisting and curling and pumping in and out of you without forgiveness, golden rings tinged incarnadine. your whole body tenses in anticipation of your building climaxâoverloaded with ecstasy, stomach tight, trembling legs wrapping around his back to pull him further into you. he refuses to relent, not until you're coming undone against him, writhing and twisting mindlessly. he keeps it going, working you until you're lying limply on the bed, questioning what exactly just happened.
he chuckles, deep and raspy, and you realize his fingers are still inside of you when they begin inching in and out once again. you try to run from him, pull yourself across the bed and away, steal some time to recover.
he's not generous enough to allow it, forcing you to remain right where he wants you, a victim in his trap.
there's condescension dripping from his tone as he speaks, "poor little thing. do it for me again, hm?"
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sir crocodile x afab gn!reader. reader wears a dress. i use a big word you've possibly never heard bc i decided to be annoyingly poetic. period sex. nasty disgusting bloody period sex i'm not sorry. he eats you out. while you're on your period. goodbye. wc: 897.
his eyes flicker in the candlelight, ravenous hunger barely disguised behind his otherwise nonchalant façade. maybe you shouldn't have worn this particular outfit tonight. it was all fun and games trying to tease him until you ended up back in his room thanks to your impulsivity and lack of self-control.
pushed up against the wall, chest heaving, lips still tingling from the bruising kiss that was in progress until you pushed him away. it's not that you can't be with him tonight; it's just that... at this particular time of the month, you're all slick with blood. in addition to not knowing if he would like it, there's also a level of vulnerability involved that you're not sure you're fully comfortable with.
impatiently, he moves toward you to continue where you left off. you don't want to stop him, you really don't, butâ
"wait. i... can't."
his eyebrow rises. "can't," he repeats slower, as if he's waiting for further explanation but won't demand any.
you've never had this conversation before. not yet, not with him. you haven't done a lot of talking during these... meetings. not unless it's related to the desire that never leaves either of your rooms. so far you've been willing, if not eager, to fall into bed with him during these secret rendezvous.
"i'm... bleeding, so... perhaps this should wait until next time."
it takes a moment, but you can see that he understands. this doesn't stop him from pushing closer to you again, crowding you between his looming frame and the unforgiving wall behind you.
"you think i care?"
you stare up at him, heat coursing through you, and begin to protest. his lips stop you, melding so deliciously with your own that you quickly decide you don't care anymore either. if he doesn't, you don't.
his hand eclipses the whole side of your head, and nothing else exists but his suffocating presence. you remain like that for a time, savoring the feeling of smallness, until he pivots you in the direction of the bed. he backs you up into it, never parting from you, and then you're falling backwards into the smooth, silky sheets.
he stands there, towering above you, a crooked grin across his scarred face in response to the little 'oof' sound you let out. reaching down, his ringed fingers push on your chest until you're lying flat on your back. he drags them languidly down your body, groping at your chest, at your stomach, and your thighs, before finally reaching for the hem of your dress.
and suddenly, you're exposed, spread open to him and trying your best to continue not caring. he kneels at the edge of the bed, and something ignites within you. it's tantalizing, having him in this position. he's big and powerful, not to mention arrogant. he's also looking at you from his place between your legsâa predatory glint in his eyesâready to make a mess of himself for you. effortlessly, he tugs you to the edge of the mattress, prey to slaughter, guiding your legs to rest over his shoulders.
you were about to question whether you should have something under you in order to keep his sheets clean, but the first drag of his thick fingers makes you gasp aloud as they slide through your slick with ease. they use it to toy with you, make your back arch off the bed. his mouth is on you before your brain catches up, and your whole body flinches at the jolt of pleasure that races through you.
you expect some hesitation, perhaps for him to even pull away, but you don't have a moment to so much as breatheâhelplessly crying out, hardly able to believe that it feels this good. you push yourself up into his mouth when a groan vibrates into you, and he drapes his other arm over your torso, holding you still, completely at his mercy. he eats you like he's starving, like he's not afraid to get dirty.
you're whimpering, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of him as he feasts. his gaze locks onto yours, and he flattens his tongue against your folds, running it up your slit without ever breaking eye contact. there's blood smeared across his lips, all over his chin. a swipe of it along his scar, violently red. how fitting.
his fingers work their way into your warmth easily, twisting and curling and pumping in and out of you without forgiveness, golden rings tinged incarnadine. your whole body tenses in anticipation of your building climaxâoverloaded with ecstasy, stomach tight, trembling legs wrapping around his back to pull him further into you. he refuses to relent, not until you're coming undone against him, writhing and twisting mindlessly. he keeps it going, working you until you're lying limply on the bed, questioning what exactly just happened.
he chuckles, deep and raspy, and you realize his fingers are still inside of you when they begin inching in and out once again. you try to run from him, pull yourself across the bed and away, steal some time to recover.
he's not generous enough to allow it, forcing you to remain right where he wants you, a victim in his trap.
there's condescension dripping from his tone as he speaks, "poor little thing. do it for me again, hm?"
How would Zoro, luffy and Law (if you write for him) react if they find out their s/o loves to fangirl about them to the crew behind their back. i.e. all the strawhats except zoro know reader is always squealing about how good zoro looks whilst heâs training. How would he react when he finds out the reader is his superfan (sorry if this doesnt make sense itâs nearly 2am n iâm struggling to type đđ)
a/n: eeeee yes boost those menâs egos!! i havenât gotten to law yet (đ) so iâm adding ace instead & ofc sanji my mans
warnings: flirting, established relationships, banter, reader LOVES her bf, a few suggestive comments, mild language, reader is like a feral cat, sanji FOLDS so fast
Giggling and Kicking Your Feet
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Zoro was at it again. torturing you slowly, meticulously and agonizingly. or, maybe just working out. he was in the middle of the deck, hot sun blaring down at him as if challenging him to push himself even further. he never did it intentionallyâ he just trained like he always had and would continue to do daily. you couldnât even be mad about being up so early to watch him when his abs were displayed in full glory as he lifted his swords above his head andâ
âohhuh,â you felt your knees weaken slightly as you stumbled to grab onto the banister. your head was spinning, vision dancing slightly.
zoro was a hazard to you.
you stumbled into the kitchen, nearly tumbling into sanji, who looked up from the sink in alarm. upon seeing that it was you, he smirked, eyeing you knowingly. âmosshead training again?â
you groaned in answer, your head falling against the counter slightly too hard.
âoh, loveâŚâ sanji sounded pitying, though he was still smirking in amusement. he slid you a glass of water and clicked his tongue, âsuppose you could stop watching him every day? avert your eyes to literally any other directionâŚâ
you scoffed, eyeing him like he was insane.
âoh, of course⌠of course you couldnât. how silly of meâŚâ
âcook,â you flinched as if you had been shot as zoro stepped into the gulley. he took you in, eyes softening, dangling shirt shifting from his hand to over his shoulder.
âmorning,â he nodded to you, the faintest smile evident on his face.
âmornââ the rest choked out and was cut off as your eyes drifted south, to where his abs gleamed with sweat and the v of hisâ
sanji whistled and you flinched. you flushed scarlet, eyes dropping to literally anywhere else.
âcan i get some water?â
you stumbled over your own feet and beat sanji to the faucet to fill him a glass. sanji just eyed you incredulously, still thoroughly amused.
âare you okay?â
you watched him down the water, swearing time seemed to slow as his throat bobbed as he swallowed.
âi think she just needs a cold shower. she may have overheated a bitâŚâ
you shot sanji a glare but zoro was already moving, hand outstretched towards your forehead, eyebrows knit with concern.
âiâmâ no, iâm okayââ
zoro eyed you with a worried intensity, sliding the glass back towards sanji as he looked you over, âyou seem alright⌠is there anything i can get you? do i need to get the cook to make you something?â
sanji hummed, slicing potatoes into thin cubes, ânot sure i have what sheâs wanting⌠itâs not exactly on the menuââ
you stomped backwards, heel landing on sanjiâs foot with clear intention. sanji cursed and muttered under his breath, looking up at you with wide, slightly tearfilled eyes.
zoro just looked at you, looked to sanji, then blinked. sometimes you wished he was slightly less oblivious. especially when it came to you and the painfully obvious effect he had on you.
nami was sighing in time with you, batting her eyelashes sarcastically as you ogled over zoro once again. she was watching you, torn between annoyance and amusement. anyone who saw you half bent over the guard rail and doe eyed would call you patheticâ and they would be right.
âyouâre going to cut yourself in half if you donât stand up straight.â
âjust look at himâ i mean, that physique shouldnât even be possible.â
âhe works out for at least an hour every day⌠of course heâs going to be fit.â
âfit.â she said it so casually and you snorted, âyou say that as if heâs not⌠like, utter perfection. sculpted byââ
âzoro!â
zoro glanced up, eyebrow lifted.
âput on a shirt before your girlfriend chokes on her own drool.â
your face flushed and you looked at nami furiously. you glanced back at zoro and nearly shrieked when you found him inches away, now eyeing you with a smirk.
shit. holy shit, he was even nicer up closeâ
as if you hadnât seen him a million times and woken up with him smothering you as he snored and nearly suffocated you with an arm across your cheek.
âyou look a little redâŚâ
you tried to glance anywhere but him but he took two fingers and pulled your head to face him. âitâs hot.â
âis it?â his voice held that dangerous tone, voice rasping just slightly. your legs turned to jelly and his smirk deepened.
âif you see something you like, you can just ask⌠i would be happy to make special arrangements so you can touch the merchandiseââ
you cursed as your stomach flipped and heart raced, eyes meeting his likely like a deer in headlights. zoro only grinned wider, smug with that expression that promised something you couldnât entirely handle. zoro tilted his head, smirking, âhave you always been this interested in my workouts? and have they always gotten you soâŚ.â
he gestured vaguely, eyes hungry as his smirk remained, âhot and desperate.â you crossed your arms, eyebrows lifted in exaggerated offense.
âiâm not judging you, sweetheart. itâs quite flattering. who knew i didnât have to touch you to get this worked up.â he leaned down and shifted his fingers to your jawline, tilting his head slightly with a smirk. âwould you like me to do something about your predicament? sanji mentioned a cold shower⌠or we could try other methodsâŚâ
you stumbled and nearly collapsed into him at his words, exhaling shakily as he caught you with a smirk, âcome on, sweetheart. iâll help you to our roomâŚâ he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
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Ace never wore a shirtâ in your defense, it wasnât hard to stare at him. he was taller than almost everyone else, broader than almost everyone else and againâ had a cruel and torturous aversion to shirts. really, it was harder to not stare at him. it wasnât just you, either! anytime you were out with him, there was at least four women eyeing him like he was a prize stallion up for auction. you really couldnât help yourself⌠he was, in every way that counted, exquisite. sculpted by the gods, freckles hand painted to look like the stars you loved so much.
the problem was your beloved boyfriend didnât seem to realize just how much effect he had on you. and he had truly no shame when it came to sprawling out on the deck; tanning or napping, doing push ups, doing sit upsâ or gods forbidâ pull ups. the pull ups⌠the way his veins popped and sweat glistened off him reminding you of some dessert you very much would lick frosting off ofâ
âahem.â you wheeled around so quickly you lost your balance and nearly sprawled out on the deck like a corpse. there was snickers as you huffed and brushed yourself off.
âsorry.â you tried to regain your bearings but the glazed, out of it expression wouldnât leave your faceâ nor would the blush that was the result of your stomach twisting and heart racing, âwhat?â
âgods, he has got to give you a break.â
âi wasnâtâ we werenâtââ
gods, your mind was in the gutter. you rubbed your face and cursed the effect he had on youâ and how it was obvious and insulting to everyone else on the crew. marco was smirking with his arms crossed over his chest. izou only glanced between yiu and ace with an exasperated smile that she didnât fully mean.
âhey, hot head!â
ace lifted his hat off his face and squinted into the sun. he grunted slightly as he stood up, muttering under his breath about uninterrupted nap time. he stretched, horrifyingly, arms above his head, muscles drawn tense as he flexed and stretched out before yawning again.
âone hundred berry says she faints.â
izou snorted and eyed marco with an amused smile, âagainâŚâ
you rolled your eyes and huffed, sending both of them an irritated glare, âperhaps youâre just jealous. because weâre happy and iâm obsessed with myââ
izou clicked her tongue and snorted, âno, no, sweetheart. you can have hot head. he is all yours. i got my booze and the sea. i have no desire for allâŚ.â she gestured rather grotesquely and you fought back a smirk, âthat.â
âwe hear enough about it already to ever have a desire for whatâŚyou two have.â
âi have never once gone into detail!â
âno need, sweetheart! you always look at him like heâs the first meal your starving ass has ever seen.â
your cheeks flushed slightly but your smirk only grew.
ânot to mention itâs not a very large ship.â
âoi, and the walls are thinâŚâ
other crew members had gathered around you and joined in on the snickering and apparent betting on how soon it would be before you fainted or walked off the side of the ship just to cool off. you gritted your teeth and breathed out slowly, thrilled that your attraction and fondness of your boyfriend was such an amusing group spectacle.
âwhatâs going on here?â
ace had crossed the ship and stopped in the middle of the heckling crew, lifting an eyebrow with a skeptical expression.
âmaking bets, hot head.â
âoh yeah? two hundred berry on whichever side is against marco.â
you fought back a smile but it didnât last long before someone else opened their mouth, âactually, weâre betting to see weather your girlfriend will pass out or drown herself before she implodes.â
ace paused running his hand through his hair, eyebrows raised, amusement turning to concern, âwhat?â he turned his attention to you, suddenly wide awake, âwhy would she do that?â
you moved to take several steps away from him, but marco smacked you on the back with a phlemy laugh, âi think sheâs got the hots for you.â
ace furrowed his brows, waiting for him to elaborate, as if that wasnât already obvious since you had agreed to that first date you had nearly begged him for.
âi think sheâs just hotâŚâ
âand bothered.â
you cursed under your breath and glanced over your shoulder, considering if a jump off the plank really was worth avoiding this. ace eyed you, confusion and cluelessness written on his face. you opened your mouth to laugh it off and tell him to ignore them, but apparently the crewâs grievances about you constantly tripping over yourself and drooling over your well established boyfriend had them finally fed up.
âoh she doesnât shut up about you. she was chopping vegetables this morning, going off about the color of your eyes.â
âshe tripped and knocked over barrels of whiskey because you were cooling yourself off yesterday.â
ânext time youâre exercising those muscles youâll have to warn us so we can at least blindfold her first.â
oh, yesâ drowning would have been better than this.
you were envisioning how to slowly kill each and every member of your crew, when ace finally turned to you. your brain short circuited and you once again fought the urge to just shrivel up and die.
ace was smirking. not just his usual playful or flirty smirkâ no, this smirk was lethal. it was smug and egotistical, as if he had gotten away with stealing the entire universe.
âis that so?â ace crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head slightly in a way that made your knees nearly buckle. godsdamn him for being so lethally attractive. even without his smirk. or those dark eyes that locked you in place.
you knew you were blushing. you knew your face was so red that you wouldnât be able to look at anyone for a week. even still, you couldnât let him win. you couldnât let him keep that satisfied, smug smirk on his face.
stupidly, you crossed your arms and tilted your chin up, challenging him, âand what about it?â
ace narrowed his eyes slightly, smirk deepening as if the thought of you challenging him made this even better. your hands were shaking, your knees threatened to drop you. his tongue flicked across his bottom lip and you broke. your knees dropped, stumbling forward into him with a shudder. ace was ecstatic. his smirk turned to a grin and you breathed out shakily.
âsweetheart.â
you braced for the comment or nickname or suggestive words that would inevitably be your killing blow.
âyes, ace?â you sighed, bracing for impact, bracing for collapsing into the floor once again.
âif you ever stop being this in love with me, please let me know⌠i shall walk myself right off the side of the ship.â
you scrunched your nose up and tugged him down to finally kiss youâ as if that was payment for torturing you and enjoying it.
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Sanji was attractive; this was plain to see to everyone yet it still baffled you that he had never once had luck with women. zoro and nami constantly gave him shit for it, pointing out how much effort he put in just to be shot down repeatedly. when you had first met him and he flashed that charming smile and met you with those blue eyes that locked you in place, you were done for. truly. you had never once believed in love at first sight until you met sanji.
even more shocking- when sanji flirted with you it worked. too damn well⌠sanji was so caught off guard that he stumbled through the menu and mispronounced half of the wines, visibly sweating and trying to stay standing. you couldnât keep your eyes off him and zoro wondered if he had put some kind of spell on you.
sanji had almost thought you were joking when he first asked you to dinnerâ a private dinner he had cooked, somehow away from luffyâ and you had said yes. he was rather pathetic when it came to you- going out of his way to do anything and everything without being asked. you practically melted the first time he took your hand and kissed your knuckles, your arm, your shoulder, finally your neckâ he was everything romantic and chivalrous and didnât at all belong on a pirate ship or on a wanted poster.
months in, and you were still just as pathetically and grossly obsessed with him. zoro was on the deck shirtless, sweating and being slightly in the way, while luffy and usopp dared him to add more and more weight to lift. âare you enjoying the view?â you snorted in amusement and shook your head, eying nami with a playfully incredulous expression. nami laughed and nudged you, âi forgot, you only admire sanji. when heâs cooking, when heâs smoking, when he breathesâŚ. when heâs sleeping.â you smirked to yourself, not about to deny a fact. you just smiled smugly and stepped into the gulley where your preferred and favorite view lied. sanji was at the counter, slicing vegetables like it was an art. you bit your lip as he rolled his sleeves up and wiped condensation from the steaming pot off his forehead. if sanji glanced at you now, he would fold like a piece of paper. the eyes you were giving him, the flush of your cheeks, your lip tucked between your teeth⌠he would abandon lunch completely and once again everyone would have you to blame for a late meal, burnt food and a heated make out in the kitchen that someone accidentally walked in on.
sanji looked up as soon as you were close enough to him for him to sense your presence. his eyes lit up and he leaned over the counter to kiss you, âhello mon amour⌠is there something i can do for you?â you tugged at his shirt collars when he moved to pull away, deepening the kiss as if he had been so cruel and unjust as to withhold kisses from you since this morning.
âoh gods, not againââ nami stopped in the doorway, looking torn between irritation and a small fondness for how happy you truly were.
âsomething you need, nami?â sanji barely took his eyes off you, still leaning to kiss you.
nami crossed her arms, lifting her eyebrows in question, âcan i make a request?â
sanji shrugged, glancing over at her with minimal interest, waiting for her to continue.
âstop making out in the kitchen.â
sanjiâs mouth twitched, eyes returning to you with that intense hunger that always made you fold, âif you canât stand the heat, nami, get out of my kitchenâŚâ
sanji placed one more delicate kiss on your forehead and you inhaled shakily as he returned to the stove. he always dropped whatever he was doing to greet you and make sure you knew you were the priority. sanji pushed the diced vegetables around in the pan, lifting a cigarette with his other. your mouth hung open slightly as he lit it and inhaled deeply. he readjusted his sleeves above his elbow and exhaled. you watched the smoke curl up from his lips like a trance, unaware of how utterly pathetic you looked. nami snorted and you barely noticed. sanji ran a hand through his hair and your knees buckled; you nearly collapsed onto the floor, had your hands not been gripping the table, white knuckled.
âgood grief,â nami eyed you like she was in awe of your brain function getting lesser and lesser when it came to sanji. sanji glanced up, over his shoulder, eyeing you with lifted brows, âare you alright, my darling?â the softness in his tone nearly had you folding again and nami huffed, âthatâs going to make it worse, sanji. care less⌠ignore her. do somethingââ
you glared at nami briefly, but sanji just lowered his head to place another kiss to your forehead, âi would never ignore you, mon cherieâŚâ your grip on the table tightened and nami choked out a laugh, thoroughly amused that him being so reassuring and loving just made you all the more worked up.
sanji held your hand as you glanced into every shop window you passed. you had lost the rest of the crew somewhere between docking and the town square though neither of you would complain or worry about rare alone time.
âif you see something you like, mon amour, please donât hesitateâŚâ
you glanced up at him shyly, smile slowly starting to spread. sanji eyed you with a soft amusement, âmon cherie, iâm offended you didnât speak up. what is it? anything you want and itâs yoursâŚâ
you tugged on his hand for him to follow you back the way you had just come, though sanji didnât need to be pulledâ he was already following you before you had taken a step away from him.
you returned to the agreed upon meeting place five minutes late, flushed and slightly out of breath, with sanji both carrying your bags and asking if you were okayâ the former was why he had needed to ask the latter. nami was staringâ she nudged zoro who was smirking in utter amusement, âget lost?â
ânot at all. my angel saw something she likedâŚâ
nami glanced at zoro and his smirk widened even more, âwhipped.â
nami sighed, shaking her head in amusement, âif only he knew the truth. neither one of them would ever be able to stand straight or be in the same roomâŚâ
sanji lifted an eyebrow, âwhat are you two smirking about?â you held your hand out to take the bags from sanji, to which he switched the bags to his other hand, put his free hand in yours and then brought your hand up to his lips.
oh, that had done it.
zoro and nami watched your brain short circuit and your breath catch as you breathed out shakily. you were now staring at the ground, trying very hard to stay standing.
âare you alright myââ
âfor goodness sake, sanji! donât say another thing to her if you want her to remain conscious.â
sanji froze, glanced at nami, wide eyed and confused, then glanced at you in concern, âwhatâs going on? did i do something?â
âoh, you were pretty much just bornâŚâ zoro sighed and shifted on his feet, hand resting on his swords like he was tired, âand then she met you in a restaurant. and weâve not stopped hearing about you sinceâŚâ
your eyes shot to zoro with a look that you hoped promised a slow, painful death.
nami was almost laughing now, clearing her throat to find a voice that was playfully meant to be you, âoh, sanji is cooking again⌠iâd better make sure iâm in there to drool over him.â
zoro smirked, amused and joining in, âoh, he rolled his sleeves up, someone better catch me when i inevitably pass outââ
âheâs smoking again, someone better dump cold water on my headââ
âalright! thank youâŚ. for that.â you had seemed to shrink several inches, posture tense and awkward. sanji was eyeing you with a questioning expression, a small, timid smile on his lips.
âare theyâŚ. do youâŚdo that?â
âdo iâ wellâ i justâ i thinkâ iââ
sanji looked very near to melting. his grip had tightened on your bags and his hand shifted from your hand to your chin, gentle. âi never noticed?â
âi was hoping not⌠half the time u donât realize im doing it⌠youâre just soââ you gestured to all of him and zoro scoffed.
you braced for a comment, a flirtatious remark, a smirk that would bring you to your kneesâ maybe even for sanji to throw you over his shoulder and sprint you both back to the merry.
instead, sanji knelt downâ knelt downâ in front of you and took your hand in both of his. there was a choke behind you but you couldnât even focus on your surroundings. the world slowed, your head spunâ
âiâm undeserving of you, my darling⌠you love me so well. so much⌠after all this time. to think you look at me the way i look at you. to think i am loved even a fraction of the way i feel for youâ thank you. thank you, my angel⌠please let me spend the rest of my life with you. please let me keep loving you and being with youâŚâ
zoro coughed, nami stood with her mouth open and luffy and usopp were just showing up, both applauding cluelessly. you just nodded, nearly as stunned as nami, though much much closer to passing out.
âi should get a ringâ i shouldââ
you dropped to your own knees, despite sanji quickly standing and trying to pull you to your feet and make sure you never lowered yourself for himâ you met him half way with a kiss that had both of you wreckedâ but it was a very good thing you were both already on your kneesâŚ
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Luffy had grabbed you so suddenly that you hadnât even yet been aware of what was happening. sanji and zoro were already approaching as luffy swung his first strike. you never really got used to the rubber thing⌠every time he fought or went out of his way to pull you against him, it was like seeing it for the first timeâ ironic, since luffy was all hands and all consuming all the time. he had saved you enough times now that you had learned to stay out of his way and not to question him if he was randomly pushing, pulling or dragging you rapidly away.
zoro and sanji stopped beside you with a sigh, âwhat now?â you just shrugged, eyes watching luffy in the fight that you hadnât heard the beginning of or reason for.
regardless, luffy always looked good fighting. he managed to keep his hat on, which was a remarkable achievement of its own, when he was all limbs and flailing half the time. you winced as a single blow landed on luffy, though he either didnât feel it or didnât careâ
ânot the faceâŚâ you sighed, crossing your arms. zoro snorted, while sanji shook his head, âour captain is more than capable, as you know by nowâŚâ
âdoesnât mean i want his pretty face bruised.â
you pouted slightly, though your eyes were playful. luffy flew through the air suddenly and you cursed.
âdo you think we should help himââ
zoro had his hands on his swords, though no sooner than he moved did the opposing foe drop to the ground. luffy returned to you with a small smile, only slightly out of breath.
âwhat was that about?â
âhe looked at her.â
you almost snorted, eyeing him with an amused disbelief.
âyour girlfriend was worried about your face, by the wayâŚâ zoro returned his sword to his side and smirked only slightly.
luffy turned to you, brows furrowed, âreally?â you expected him to say something cute, but he wiped at his face in determination, âwas there food on it?â
this time you did laugh, âno, luffy⌠believe it or not, i donât want you buried and broken.â
he grinned at this, realizing you were being cute. he moved closer to you, arm around your shoulders, ânot to worry, then⌠it all bounces off me.â he placed a messy kiss against the side of your cheek and you grinned.
his kisses were always messy and wet, sometimes acting more like he was tasting you than kissing you. âi think itâs cute that you worry about me.â
you scrunched your nose up slightly as he pulled you even closer until you almost couldnât breathe, âand i just think youâre cute.â
luffy let out one of his laughs, loud and obnoxious, warming your chest like a hug. he flushed only slightly, hand on his hat like he was worried he would lose it. he kept his hand in yours as he moved to return his attention to food.
âi think luffy could beat anyoneâŚâ you shrugged innocently, pushing your half finished plate towards luffy, who would have no problem finishing it off.
âanyone?â nami eyed you incredulously.
âyes, anyone⌠name a single fight he hasnât walked away from.â
âwell arlongââ
âusing sea water doesnât count, nami.â
âi mean it isââ
âno, nami. using someoneâs weakness isnât winningâŚâ
nami opened her mouth to argue, but sanji just shook his head slightly, as if warning that this was a useless argument. you truly believed luffy would beat anyoneâ would win any fight. sanji reminded nami of this and she just huffed.
luffy looked at you with wide eyes, glancing over his plate. he didnât need you to defend him- he didnât need you to believe in him, yet you always had. since they day you met him and joined his crew.
âitâs nice that she thinks so highly of me⌠if i ever stop believing in myself, i know thereâs someone who will.â
you smiled softly at him from across the table and luffy just went back to eating, as if that hadnât been one of the most romantic things he had ever said.
âyou know she talks about you all the time⌠even when youâre stuffing your face, somehow⌠she thinks youâve hung the stars.â
you flushed slightly, but zoro wasnât lying. luffyâs eyes found you again, softer, the slightest amusement hid behind that loving expression.
âi know⌠i hear her. itâs nice⌠it makes me feel important.â
âyou areââ
luffy lowered his now empty plate and took your hand, âiâm really glad youâre here. thank you.â
you fought away a stupid smile, sinking further into your chair as your heart swelled. âalways, luffy⌠i would follow you anywhere.â
luffy stood up in his chairâ much to everyoneâs horror and dismayâ and leaned down to kiss you. messy and fully, both hands on your face, like he was trying to absorb you.
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