Insufferable and Proud

"I'm sorry, love, you alright?" He asked and you tried so hard to tell him that you were but you shook your head, hardly getting any words out as he instantly wrapped his arms around you. He had always been affectionate and this time was no different but there was something comforting and warm about the cooks' arms. He wrapped you up in them, making you feel right at home. You really did feel at home in them. You buried your face against his chest as his hand gently cradled the back of your head, you felt the tears well up in your eyes but you were safe, warm, and Sanji only held you tighter as he placed a kiss atop your head.

"Shh, it's alright now, mon amour." He whispered. "I've got you."

Luffy

Most people assumed that Luffy didn't have any clue about emotions or other people but they'd be wrong. He knew his crew like he knew himself and he was very well aware of how they all were feeling. He knew when Zoro was happy but didn't show it how most people did, he knew when Sanji was truly angry, he knew when Robin was excited about a new discovery, Nami was excited about treasure, Usopp when he was truly afraid, Franky when he was happy...

He knew his crew and he knew something was off with you the moment he saw you on the figure head by yourself. Typically that was his spot, but Luffy didn't mind sharing it with you, he climbed up and sat down beside you. He wasn't loud, no, Luffy did know when to be quiet and when words were needed.

"You need a hug?" He asked softly, causing you to turn to look at your captain. You'd hardly noticed him as you were lost in your own thoughts. Your cheeks were stained with tears and he reached over and gently brushed his thumb under them as you nodded. It was only an instant later that the reckless and loud captain with the straw hat was pulling you into his arms. He held you tight, resting his chin on your head as he pulled you into his lap. You snuggled against him, burying your face against his neck.

Luffy smiled as he rested his chin on top of your head, staring out at the endless sea. "See, you'll be alright, hm? You've got all of us, always."

And that was his promise and he would keep it.

Zoro

The swordsman had known something was off with you when you didn't come and watch him train in the morning. That was typically one of the first things you did even before breakfast, you came and watched him, then he noticed you had hardly talked to anyone during breakfast and then you had retreated to somewhere deep in the ship.

He sighed.

"Tch. Troublesome." He muttered but he went to find you anyway. His observation haki wasn't needed. He knew where you'd be. You'd be in the aquarium bar. He walked into the room to find you on the beach, staring at the fish, a book lay opened on your lap but you weren't reading it.

"You okay?" His voice was gruff as he walked over to you. He didn't ask permission as he picked you up with ease and sat back down with you in his lap. You let out a startled noise but he didn't pay any mind as he made himself comfortable on the bench. He sighed as he tucked you against him. He was warm, safe, home. You buried your face against his neck as you wrapped your arms around him. He was broad but he was warm.

"No." You muttered as he held you tighter and he closed his eye, resting his cheek against your temple. His hug giving you everything you didn't realize you needed.

"Figured, you're alright now. I'm here."

Ace

Ace had dealt with many things in his life and he was good at several of them, bad at several of them too, but he knew he gave good hugs. You had told him that plenty of times and now, he was going to give you the best hug of your life. Marco had told him that the mission had been a rough mission and you had gone straight to your cabin.

Ace wouldn't be having that. He may hate himself but he didn't need you hating yourself too. He knocked on your door.

"Sweetheart?" He knocked and he heard your muffled 'come in' and he opened the door. His face softened at the sight of you sitting wrapped in a blanket on your bed.

"C'mere." Ace held his arms out and you got up, walking right into them. Ace had become home to you and you were home to him. There was no place he or you would rather be than in each other's arms. He felt your body relax as his warmth spread into you. It was something that he did without realizing it but it always relaxed you. He hummed, resting his chin on top of your head as his arms tightened around you.

"You can let it out." He whispered as he held you tighter, hand rubbing your back as he felt you practically melt into him. He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your hair. "I'm not going anywhere. Ever." He promised as he held you tighter, the hug comforting both him and you.

Zoro

Sanji still cannot believe he’s the reason you and Zoro are together.

Why in the fuck did he think it was a good idea to take you to the same gym Zoro trains?

“Hey, Ji. Is your green friend single?”

Well, fuck him.

What he hates even more is that Zoro is usually completely aloof with this kind of thing. Hiyori had flirted with him for a year before he even noticed it.

But now here you were. At an underground fight, cheering your boyfriend's name in the crowd. Your heart is beating loudly, and worry is filling your head.

He always wins, yeah, he does, but what if this time he doesn’t?

He’s going against a taller, blonde guy whose face is covered in bandages. They call him Killer, and that does nothing to ease your poor heart.

But Zoro fight is quite the view, the way his muscles flex, the passion and concentration on his face, how strong he is. Ugh, you love it so much.

And while you may be worried, you never fail to be on your knees in his dressing room every time before a fight.

Mascara tears running down your face, lipstick smeared all over your cheeks, and saliva covering your chin are the kind of motivation Zoro needs to win.

“Just like that, girl. Come on, keep sucking that cock. You are my lucky charm, baby girl.”

Your dad is not stupid. He knows Zoro is an athlete, but he finds it weird how your green-haired boyfriend shows up with random bruises, yet he’s never heard of him fighting anywhere. So, he quickly figures out that Zoro is fighting, just not within the law.

He forbids you to continue seeing him. He didn’t like him before; he didn’t like anyone who was friends with that Luffy kid, but now he has an excuse to keep you away from him.

“He’s going to get you arrested!” “Dad, I don’t know what you are talking about. He just likes boxing as a hobby.” “Don’t lie to me, young lady. He’s trouble, and I want you away from him, okay?” “But daddy, I love him!”

Perona helps you sneak out. Her looks might not be to your father’s approval, but he thinks she’s a nice, responsible girl. The one child of Mihawk’s he can trust. (Why? Gods know. Perona might be worse than her brother.)

But after some time, your dad starts growing suspicious. And so he decides other measures need to be taken.

So, he sets you up with a guy he deems worthy of you. Yonji. Sanji’s younger brother.

“He comes from a nice, respectable family. You like green so much, this one you can have. I’m sure Judge will also approve of your relationship.”

(If you are quiet enough, you can almost hear Sanji screaming in the background.)

You feel like throwing up every time Yonji looks your way. You hate him; he’s an asshole.

But don’t worry. Your man would never allow it.

And that’s how you end up hiding inside one of Franky’s boats.

You and Zoro are running away. Well, that was the original plan until Luffy decided he wanted to come along and then Nami, Usopp, Sanji and Chopper tagged along. And Robin, of course, but that’s cause Franky would never leave his wife behind. (Also, she has a thing for danger)

You are bent over the window. Your head and tits are poking out. And Zoro is behind you fucking you with no mercy. You tried hiding your moans and cries by holding your breath and biting your lips, the taste of iron filling up your mouth, but it’s useless.

“Shit, Zoro! Slow down!” Tears run down your face, and your legs threaten to give up; you are holding onto dear life to the window’s frame.

Earlier, he left hickies and scratches from your neck to your lower back, and now he’s admiring his work. His marks on your body. He’d never allow anyone else to have you.

“You are mine. You are mine. Mine, mine, mine...” He repeats in your ear like a mantra.

The grip on your hips gets tighter, the rhythm of his thrusts becomes desperate and harsher, the tip of his cock bruises your cervix and makes you clench harder around.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me. Cum for me.” And you do. Juices splash against his belly and thighs, you cry out in ecstasy, and your knees give out. You are trying to catch your breath when he pulls your chin between his fingers.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

No hesitation. You let him fuck your mouth, rough, urgent. His cock hits the back of your throat, and your cheeks are swallowed in as you try taking him deeper.

“Fuck!” The moan he lets out is guttural and louder than you’ve ever heard him before. His seed fills up your mouth, “Swallow.” He says in between gasps, and you just do as he says, showing him your clean tongue after. Then, he took you into his arms.

He feels content with the decision he’s made. He loves you. And he may not say it, but he was scared. He feels like he almost lost you. And he never wanted to go through that feeling again.

“Love you, woman.” He whispered against your temple before kissing it.

“Goddammit, mosshead! I’m trying to sleep here!” Sanji will never be a fan of your relationship.

Ace

From the very first time you heard his cherry red motorcycle roar, you knew you were done for.

He appeared one early morning at the coffee shop where you worked. Sweaty skin, freckles, and blushed, chapped lips; leather jacket, shirtless and black jeans. He took off his cowboy hat and ruffled his hair as he approached the counter, looking at the menu. Thank the gods above, he didn’t hear the gasp you let out; the blood in your cheeks was incriminating enough.

“You wouldn’t happen to also sell beer, would you?” He said, lowering his eyes to finally look at you. His eyes widened, his heartbeat went crazy, and a bright bloom appeared beneath the small dots on his face.

And the rest is history. Not even a week later, you were riding on the back of his bike, holding onto dear life by his strong belly and the sides of his jacket.

Then at his place, you were riding him, bouncing on his cock, hands against his chest and legs aching. Throwing your head back every time the tip pushed against your G-spot.

Danger and freedom seemed to be Ace´s life mottos, but he did slow down a bit just for you. He didn’t want to harm you in any way.

Drinking and parties became part of your life. His brothers and friends are quite nice and fun. And Whitebeard’s booze barrels make for a damn good time.

Sneaking out became easier. Guilt abandoned your mind after the third time. Ace’s dick and arms ease the anxiety.

The word quickly spread around about how you were hanging off his arm everywhere he went. And while opinions were mixed, your dad’s was certainly clear; he didn’t like the idea. Not. One. Bit.

“I won’t allow my daughter to date that good-for-nothing brat!” “But daddy, I love him!”

In your dad’s eyes, who’s a marine, everything about your narcoleptic lover was a red flag. The fact that he’s Whitebeard’s kid, Luffy and Sabo’s brother, owns a motorcycle, works as a firefighter/mechanic/handyman/and-whatever-he-seems-to-want-to-do-that-day (Ace would say he’s just a firefighter with a few extra tricks) and is strongly against authority and the government. Your dad still can’t believe he’s Garp’s grandson (neither can Garp tbh).

“Get off my property, you punk!” Your dad said as he opened the door with a kick and pointed his gun at your boyfriend.

“Dad, stop! What the hell are you doing?”

“Come on, sir... Gramps threatens me with a rifle every weekend. Your gun looks like a toy to me.”

“Ace!”

Your dad had made you quit your job at the coffee shop because he knew Ace would visit you there. Kept you from going outside or seeing anyone he didn't approve of, changed the door locks, and kept an eye on you 24/7. Every day, he would lecture you about your decisions, how irresponsible you were and how you should one day marry someone like Koby or Helmeppo. Each day, it got harder to see Ace.

But the fact that it was difficult didn’t mean impossible.

This is where his extra tricks became especially handy. Climbing up the window, picking the ten locks that secured it and shutting off the alarm was as hard as it may seem (not when your love and pussy seemed to be the reward).

You were making out on your bed. Him between your legs, your hands on his hair and his on your bottom. Grinding against each other as his lips slide from yours down your neck and even lower.

You moaned, “I miss you, Ace.”

“I know, baby. I miss you too.” He said in between kisses.

You pulled him closer, desperate to feel him against you. You needed him, not just right now, every day, everywhere, you felt like you were drowning, and he’d become your oxygen.

One of his hands made his way into your panties, rubbing your clit with his thumb and thrusting inside you with two fingers. Your entire body buzzed with pleasure, your hips pushing against his hand and your lips letting out small whimpers.

“You feel so fucking good, Babygirl. Fuck, I’ve missed your pretty pussy so. so much.”

“Ace...” You whimpered, gripping his arm to keep you grounded.

His rhythm grew faster, harder. His fingers worked expertly, knowing every single spot that drove you crazy. The words that he whispered in your ear kept you on the edge.

“Give it to me, baby. Come on, I know you want to. Give it to me, and I’ll give you my cock.”

He pushed himself deeper inside you and drew tighter circles on your clitoris. His lips sucked on one of your nipples, pulling on and biting it, leaving marks on the skin around it.

Your climax came fast and hard, every nerve on your body tingled, sparks appeared in your eyes, and a moan, which was quickly covered by Ace’s hand, announced the pinnacle of your pleasure. Your lungs gasped for air, and your hands held onto Ace as you tried coming back to Earth. He pressed small kisses and words of affirmation against your temple.

Locking eyes in the dark, you shared a kiss. That’s where he finally made up his mind.

“Run away with me.”

Law

After days and days of your friends begging you to come to this underground party, you decided to give in.

Lying to your dad isn´t something you usually do, but there´s no other way.

You are there, between a hundred other people, a red cup in your hand with God knows what inside of it and sweat in the back of your neck.

The only thing you can think of is how badly you want to go home.

But then your friends pull you through the crowd until you are in front of the stage. And that’s where it all starts.

A white shirt with the chest buttons unbuttoned and rolled up sleeves. Allowing you to see in all its glory the heart tattoos that covered his skin, and just how toned his muscles were. Black pants covered his thick thighs, and black boots were on his feet.

All air abandoned your lungs; your mouth went dry, and your eyes went wide.

You made eye contact. Your heart threatened to come out of your chest. His eye bags made his eyes appear even darker. A second ago, he looked distant, cold, annoyed even, but now, now he looked slightly intrigued.

Ikkaku shook you by the shoulders as the “Heart Pirates” began playing, screaming the name of one of the other members, but for the entire set, you could only look at him.

That night ended with you making out in the back of his car. There you learned his name, his number and about the piercing he had on his frenulum (didn’t see it, but touching it gave you a pretty clear idea)

You showed up to rehearsals, shows and random hangouts. You got high and drunk and slept on the back of the band’s van. (You told your dad you were staying with Ikakku, which technically wasn’t a lie since she was sleeping beside you).

He tried teaching you how to play the bass, but it always ended with you riding him on the couch or bent over it. He did manage to learn how to smoke pot without coughing your lungs out.

Law didn’t usually do this. He never got attached, hell, he didn’t even do casual hook-ups, but in his eyes (and heart) this was different.

You helped him practice and write lyrics. You convinced him to give medicine another chance. Gods, even Cora loved you already.

But there was someone who wasn’t a fan of your relationship.

Your dad respected Sengoku and Rosinante. He thanked them for their service. But that didn’t mean he liked Law.

“He’s a lazy lowlife! Always disrespecting everything his dad and grandfather fought for! “He is not! He just points out injustice and corruption; Cora does the same exact thing! “You are not to see him anymore! I don´t want you to throw away everything I've given you for someone like him. “But daddy, I love him!”

He threatened to send you away. And when you didn’t listen, he began making plans. You heard him on the phone talking to someone, Uncle Kizaru, probably. You being an adult didn’t mean anything to him; he would find a way, he always did. That night, you ran to Law with tears in your eyes and begged him to do something.

You grabbed onto each other with desperation. Kissing, sucking and biting every inch of skin so as not to forget what it feels like, tastes like. Your heart is beating faster than ever. Law´s hands gripped your hips, helping you bounce up and down on his cock. His lips attached to your breasts. You pushed his head closer to your chest.

“Law...” You moaned, pulling on his hair.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” He moans against your skin.

You can feel everything. How much he’s stretching you, the small silver piercing sliding against your walls, the smacking of your bottom against your thighs, the way his experienced fingers toy with your clit.

When you met, Law expected him to be a groaner, more on the silent side. But you were nicely mistaken. He’s a full-on moaner; he sometimes tries to hide it. But in moments like this, where he’s too far gone, too pussy drunk, his brain can no longer fight it.

“Oh fuck, love! Fuck, you have the prettiest pussy ever.” He says, looking down to where you are joined. His lips opened and closed, his throat letting out all kinds of noises.

“I love you, Law.”

“Love you too.” He moans against your mouth.

His hips push against yours as he begins trying to match your rhythm. Sweat runs down his neck and chest, and with every second that passes, you both lose more of your composure.

You can feel like it. You are close, your belly is getting warmer, your legs are shaking, and your core is crying out.

“Fuck!”

You both come with a gasp. His seed fills you up until it overflows, making it run down to his thighs. You continue moving for a few moments before the overstimulation becomes too much. You tremble in his arms, and your lungs are gasping for air, and your brain still hasn’t come back down to earth.

Love fills the air, but so does uncertainty. You cling to each other but know you can ignore reality. Law feels helpless, frustrated, and though he hates asking for help, he knows that’s the only way.

***

Rosi sat in front of the TV. A plate of burnt, heart-shaped cookies, a warm cup of tea and a small (very poorly rolled) joint (for medical reasons, of course), in front of him. Yeah, tonight is going to be a good night. That’s what he thought before he saw you two appear on his porch at one in the morning. You told him everything, you trusted him with your life, but still had a small doubt that he would send you right back to your dad, just as Sengoku would.

Killers large hands rest on your hips, his thumbs pressing circles into your flesh, more to ground himself than you.

"Why do you love me?"

Your hands splay over his chest, slowly moving upwards until you're cradling his face. You lean down slightly and press your lips to his purple ones, causing his eyes to slide shut as he sighs into your affection.

You pull back after a few moments, staring directly into his watery blues as you reply, "I love you because you're my soul mate. I love you because you exist." You kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you because you fill my life with reason."

There's a shine in Killers eyes that hadn't been there before. You made sure to keep that to yourself. "I... I fucked up-"

You silenced him with a kiss, moaning softly into his mouth when his tongue slides against yours. Tears slide down the creased corners of his eyes as he kisses you back, not wanting the moment to end.

"Stop thinking about the past," you demanded lightly, murmuring in his ear. "You can't change it. You can only move forward."

Killer sobs. He inhales the scent of your hair, your throat, your entire being as he clings to you. "I can't do it," he chokes, trying to memorize the sound of your voice comforting him.

"I love you," you say, your breath warm against his ear and cheek. He swears he can taste the peach perfume you always wear. "I love you. I don't care what you did, I care that you came home."

Killer continues weeping, until a familiar prickle begins at the base of his neck. "No, please, no not yet," he begs, his hands roaming your form with his lips pressing everywhere he could reach.

"I love you," you say again, holding his face once more. His vision blurs as your touch disappears and the last thing he hears is, "but you have to wake up."

Killers eyes snap open and his gaze meets the half broken roof of the inn he fell asleep in. The partying had slowed, but still continued, though not nearly as crazily as earlier. When the realization that he was alone finally kicked in, his already aching eyes began to burn once again.

He sighs and throws an arm over his face, and suddenly he's enrobed in the scent of fresh peaches. Clutched in his shaking hand was your torn and bloodied shirt, a favourite of his that he'd picked out for you when you first gotten together.

LUFFY will lick the sweat off your body while he’s fucking you. He’s addicted the salty-sweet tang, his tongue flattening against your shoulder and leading a wet trail of spit up to the side of your neck. He flipped you over and licked between the valley of your breasts, your collarbones, your forehead, even your armpits. Your captain can be quite nasty.

ZORO’S no stranger to sweat, especially not yours. After he’s fucked you to the point of sweaty exhaustion he’ll pull out, scoop some of his cum dripping out of you, and smear it over your body. He takes pride in seeing your mixed essence all over you. He’ll be tempted to lick it off you. There are times where he pulls you close to him just to feel more of you.

SANJI’S five senses are attuned to your very being, and instead of nulled they’re amplified. He can feel your body reacting to his touch, see every micro expression you make, taste the desperation in your lips, and hear every gasp and moan. But most importantly he can smell you. Your pussy’s sweat aroma puts him on a high he’s never felt before. And when you sweat it nearly sends him into a frenzy. He’ll pull out to taste your juices, and he won’t stop your slick thighs from squeezing around his head.