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imaginemonkeydluffy · 7 months

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Imagine Luffy going blind. Post time skip (because he got that observation Haki)

Thank you for the kind words! I’m slowly going to return to write short things on here as warm ups, and this one was the most requested!———————————————————————————————————

The first time Nami realises something is different about Luffy–aside from the obvious–is a calm day, when the seas are stilland the winds quiet. It happens over a goddamn chicken thigh, too. Of allthings.

His new “captain”, not that she’d call him that,is a weird guy. He calls himself a pirate but he acts nothing like it. They’veonly sailed together for a couple days now, and the only thing he’s hurtwithout cause is Nami’s wallet. Making that deal about paying for his food andZoro’s booze was probably the worst financial decision Nami’s ever done.

They’re in a dinghy barely big enough forthree, and Luffy’s hyperactive presence takes up enough space he might as wellcount for five people. It’s almost embarrassing it takes Nami so long to figureit out.

Because she manages to nab the last bit ofchicken for their dinner, and Luffy’s hat gets pushed off his head as hescrambles to steal Zoro’s portion, and a gale blows his bangs off his face justright, and–

She hasn’t looked.

Hasn’t wanted to,really, or hasn’t bothered. Because getting to know Luffy and Zoro would be tochisel them out of the moulds she’s carefully put them in, the ones made ofharsh beatings and past betrayals. Looking at them and seeing past theirbruised knuckles and bloodied clothes would be admitting that Luffy’s not lyingwhen he says he isn’t like those pirates. Like Arlong.

So she hasn’t looked, and she hasn’t seen.

“Your eyes…” Nami draws in a breath, andher chest tightens. Because Luffy always wears that hat that casts a shade overhis eyes, and his bangs are long and greasy and stick to his forehead, and moreoften than not he has either dust or dirt or blood or food on his face, and allof that means that Nami hasn’t noticed the opaque haze over his eyes, and thelight scarring that marks the skin around the top half of his face.

“What?” Luffy asks, now happily munching onthe chicken leg. Zoro had relinquished it as soon as he’d noticed Nami’s shock.He’s listening now, eyes peeled on Nami. Her surprise and horror aren’tmirrored on his face, and Nami realises that he’s beaten her to this–torealising that their captain is fucking blind.

He seems so happy, so carefree–entitled,almost. Like he thinks himself invulnerable, like he doesn’t care what happensto anyone or anything.

“You can’t see.”

Luffy nods. And he keeps eating. And Nami,beside herself, because she hasn’t cared—dared—to look past the smiles and thepunches and the raw strength. It was useful, to keep things that way.

And now she’s furious—with herself, notLuffy—at this stupid rubber—

“—idiot!Didn’t you think that’d be something worth mentioning?”

Luffy shrugs. “You didn’t ask. And I canfight fine, it’s not a problem.”

Behind him, Zoro smirks. It does nothingbut fuels Nami’s ire. She smacks Luffy on the head, his teeth clamping aroundhis tongue that he’d had outstretched to lick the last of the chicken juicesoff his fingers. He whines, like a puppy, and glares at Nami with thosesightless eyes.

“What was that for? It’s not a big deal!”

“Obviously it’s a big deal; what if you’dgotten hurt because you can’t see and that caused us to die? We could have beenin danger!”

“We’re pirates—”

“I’m not!”

Luffy continues as if he was deaf, notblind. “—and being a pirate is dangerous even if you can see. We could die anyday just because that’s how it is.”

The conviction in his tone shakes Nami outof her fit of frustration. Luffy has held his own—more than that, he’s fought menwho resemble mountains and shrugged off bullets, cannon balls, Nami’s harshwords. He’s strong. Nami knows this. Based on Zoro’s growing smile—it lookslike he should be growling, or maybe purring—a happy, slightly feral raccoon waitingto murder an unsuspecting onlooker.

Him and Luffy truly are made for each other.And they’ve not lost a fight yet.

“Fine.” She sighs. She tears a bit of her breadand hands it to Luffy; bribing, asking, “What happened, then? How can you stillfight?”

Luffy stuffs the bread into his mouthwithout chewing and cheeks bulging, he hums in thought.

“Some pirates grabbed me when I was a kid.”He says it so nonchalantly, like it’s nothing. He doesn’t keep going, either,and Nami watches in disbelief as Luffy swallows, and then digs a finger so farinto his nose she’s surprised it doesn’t peek out from his ear, next.

“Yeah?” she snaps, because Luffy can’t justdrop a bombshell like that and then pretend it’s nothing special. “Keep going,idiot.”

“Oi. Mind your own business, witch.”

“It’s okay, Zoro.” Luffy smiles. He sitswith his legs crossed, hands wrapped around his ankles. Swaying back and forth,he hums, and begins to explain.

“They were mad at me because I wouldn’ttell them where Ace and Sabo’s treasure was. And they hit me a bunch but itwouldn’t work because I’m rubber, you know? But then one guy punched me withknife gloves and when I still wouldn’t tell, he poured some stuff on my faceand it ate my eyes. Ace and Sabo were so mad!”

“Who are—” Nami starts, then cuts herselfoff. “How old were you?”

“Like seven, I think.”

“By the seas. Fuck.”

The wind from the east has grown in forcesince she started her interrogation. It’s going to push them four degrees toofar off mark, but the currents in the area might push them back if she givesthem a little nudge, later. It’s easier to focus on them being off course thanon the fact that this sunshine of a boy was so brutally hurt as a child.

“How do you fight?” Zoro asks curiously, then. “I’veseen your attacks. You don’t miss, and sometimes you attack when you don’t evenknow where to hit.”

“Gramps taught me some mystery thingy thathelped me see without eyes. He said it’ll make me a good marine, but he was sowrong.” Luffy snickers, like it’s a funny joke. There’s chicken in his teethand seaweed drying on his shoulder from when he fell overboard earlier. “Sometimes I can tell what’s going to happen before it happens, because of it.”

“Okay.Well, you seem to be able to hold your own with that ability.” Nami smiles. Shethinks of home, of Nojiko’s bright hair and the deep blue of her tattoos andthe endless orange of their tangerine grove.

Luffy will never see any of it.

“My hair is orange. And I have freckles.Brown eyes. Zoro has green hair and three swords, two black and one white.”

“Wow, you sound pretty!” Luffy looksrelieved, somehow; a tension Nami hadn’t even noticed draining from his frame. “IsZoro pretty, too?”

“Oi, I—”

“Oh, yeah. Zoro’s super pretty.”Nami smiles, grinning at their swordsman. He looks annoyed, but Nami thinks sheisn’t imagining the faint blush spreading on his neck and cheeks.

“Shut up.”

“Luffy needs to know, right?”

“You didn’t have to say it like that!”

They continue bickering for a while, and Luffylistens to them, laughing that bright peeling laugh of his.

(Some days later, when Nami is alone in a wealthysick girl’s mansion, she will sit and think of how it felt to be seen by thisodd blind boy. How comforting it was to be encapsulated in his aura, to know thatthe safety he exudes will shield from all harm. Like being watched by the sea,something that can’t be changed or moved against its own will. Luffy feels likethat, sometimes. A force of nature.)

On the dinghy, on the seas that have thegrowing east wind pushing on their sail, Luffy grabs Nami and Zoro’s attentionwith a single hum.

“Nami, do you trust me even if I don’t have eyes?”

“I don’t trust anyone, blind or not.”

Luffy shrugs. “Alright. Just remember what I said, then?”

“What? You say a lot of things,” she challenges,questions; almost afraid of the answer. And Luffy smiles—that stupid smile ofhis that makes Nami feel warm inside and makes her think everything will beokay.

“You’re my navigator.” Luffy takes herhand, his reach sure and strong. He squeezes her fingers, cocking his head abit, and then he’s looking right at her with his stupid sightless eyes thatstill drill right into her and peer into her soul. It feels like no one hasever seen her like he sees her right now. “I don’t need to see where we’re going,because you’ll always be by my side.”

And damn the seas and currents and east windsand stupid grinning pirates, because Nami wants that to be true so hard ithurts.

She squeeses his hand back, and dreads the day she’ll have to leave him so she can return home.

#opfanfic #one piece #monkey d. luffy #one piece nami #cat burglar nami #imaginemonkeydluffy #sorry this took forever i fell out of op lol #also i didnt proof read it so if you see a mistake no you don't

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seongminiz · 8 months

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hotdemonsummoner . com - kang minhee

minors dni ; demon dom!minhee x human sub!reader ; 2.4k words

warnings : fem reader , dubcon , not rlly proof read (thats my trademark atp) , reader is an idiot and a monsterfucker (just like me fr)(very mild monsterfucking btw bc he literally looks human with horns like ..) , crack-ish in the first half but i swear it gets smutty quick , minhee is kinda mean , spit (minhees spit works as an aphrodisiac ehegegheh), its just messy overall , unprotected sex , breeding but its not rlly breeding but ,, whatever , possessive minhee [pretends to be surprised] , manhandling , size kink , strength kink (reader is referred to fragile/small but its just in proportion to a literal demon n has nothing to do with how she looks !), oral (f receiving) , biting , marking , dumbification ? , praise , dacryphilia , minhee calls reader 'little human' (giggling kicking my feet) . hopefully i didnt forget anything

tagging my lovely @ajaxsbeloved hope u like this 🫶🏻

the warning list is ,,, long . it might be a little cringe but i literally give zero fucks‼️⁉️ but i do feel like the smut part kinda sucks but also it might be that im just sad while posting this n its affecting how i view my work idk ANYWAYS wrote this while i had a cold n then a mosquito bit me on the eye so any and all mistakes r bc of that real no clickbait . had so much fun writing this uhhh happy spooky season idk i want demon!minhee in a way that is concerning to feminism lesbianism and my gender identity amen

demon!minhee whom you not so accidentally summoned in your room one uneventful night.

you're bored to death. your favorite show hasn't had a new episode in weeks, all your friends are busy - studying for exams, working, on dates while you're sitting in your lonely bedroom, staring at the ceiling as if it'll solve all your problems in life.

you start considering it might be able to do that when, out of nowhere, you're reminded of the stupid website you visited a few days ago with your friend when she was sleeping over at your place. something about the occult, hot demons and summoning rituals. you grab your phone, opening an incognito tab and typing the link you somehow remember by heart (hotdemonsummoner.com? seriously?)

if this was a horror movie you'd probably be dead in the first ten minutes. you grab a pen, paper and a candle - the tutorial talked about multiple small ones, but you'll have to make do with the cinnamon scented ikea christmas candle that has been sitting on your desk for at the very least three years. and once you're done, you wait for the magic to happen.

five minutes later, there's no sign of any hot demon summoned instantly in your room. you're pretty sure- no, you're certain the problem was the candle. either that, or the site is complete bullshit, but you refuse to believe that. there's no other explanation, screw ikea and their stupid christmas candles.

you sigh, placing everything back where it belongs and letting yourself fall on the bed, picking up your phone just to be met once again by no notification, no nothing, just that stupid 'SUMMON A HOT DEMON INSTANTLY!' title in neon pink with a little devil gif floating right beside it, mockingly staring back at you.

that's when you see something from the corner of your eye, a shadow sliding across the wall. it's probably just the light outside hitting a tree weirdly and casting a creepy shadow, no big deal. but there's no trees outside your window, you're a broke college student who lives in a sad gray apartment complex in an equally sad and gray city.

you gather enough courage to look up from the screen of your phone, your eyes slowly adjusting from its blinding brightness to the darkness of your surroundings. at first you don't see anything, half tempted to turn your phone flashlight on. and then you make eye contact.

he looks just as confused as you are when he quite literally spawns in front of your bed. the normal human reaction would have probably been to scream, instead you just gasp in surprise, followed by a small 'oh.' as you look at him with wide eyes. he takes slow, calculated steps towards you and you have half a mind to hastily turn off your phone, hiding it under a pillow.

'what the fuck?' you say under your breath, studying his figure. if this isn't some extremely technologically advanced burglary and you're not having an expired candle fumes induced hallucination, then this is the demon you tried to summon. and he's actually hot, which means the website was not a scam and the candle is the problem. he seems to read your exclamation and general confusion as a question on why he's there. 'you summoned me.' he explains, taking yet another step towards you.

'no! wait! don't get close!' you order, your self defense weapon of choice being the pen you used to summon him. 'listen,' you start, raising your hands defensively 'i did not think the random summon a hot demon instantly tutorial i found on a sketchy website would actually... well, summon a hot demon instantly.' the creature - minhee, you don't know how you got his name, if he telepathically shared with you or what - raises an eyebrow, amusement clear on his face. 'so you think i'm hot?'

'no! i mean yes! but like not in a i want to fuck you way! just in a... you're an objectively beautiful man- demon, sorry, way...?' you can feel your body temperature rising, getting restless under his unwavering stare. and minhee can feel it too, he can hear the way your heartbeat hasn't calmed down for a second and he can see how your thighs have been clenched together ever since he appeared. his eyes linger for a few more seconds on them, observing the way your shorts ride up everytime you anxiously squirm under his gaze.

'so, little human, why would you want to summon a hot demon instantly? is there anything in particular you need from me?' the nickname has your stomach doing backflips, you swallow thickly before speaking 'will you steal my soul if i say yes? take it as a payment for whatever favor i may ask?' the demon laughs, leaning down so his face is just a breath away from yours. 'not really. i could make an exception for a pretty girl like you,' his eyes flicker to your lips for a split second, so fast you don't even notice it.

thing is, minhee usually does feed off of human souls, but there's something about you that's telling him to not do it just yet, wait it out and see how it goes. maybe he could feed off of something else, something he doesn't get to do that often nowadays. surprising, but the monsterfucker demographic - even the milder ones who would only ever go as far as fucking his semi-human form - is basically an endangered species nowadays.

before you can answer with what favor you actually need (not that you'd actually know what to ask.. what, were you going to offer him to play UNO or something?) minhee's hands are on top of your thighs, spreading them slightly as he presses his lips to yours. you shiver at the cold sensation of his skin, way too cold for a human, and minhee can hear your heartbeat quickening, as you weakly grab his wrists in a failed attempt to get him off of you - or at the very least slow down the process of whatever is going on.

minhee finds your fighting amusing, he knows no human could ever overpower him physically, let alone a little fragile thing like you, but he still indulges in giving you the small hope you could break free from his hold, just to take it away immediately after. one of his hands leaves your thigh to grab both of your wrists, pinning them over your head, the other one staying on your thigh, pushing it to spread even more as his thumb runs along the hem of your shorts.

his mouth is on you once again, and this time minhee forces his tongue past your lips - the tip of it is slightly pointed, not enough to actually hurt you in any way but enough to make you wonder what exactly it could do. you panic for a second, just for everything to slow down, your body relaxing under minhee as the arousal between your legs grows tenfold, you can feel your panties sticking to you and minhee doesn't give you an answer once you look up at him in confusion, your eyes welling up with tears. you can barely come up with a coherent sentence, 'wha- what did you do?' you manage to stutter out, every word getting harder to say as your mind slips, you don't even know where.

minhee's hand leaves your thigh, going to gently wipe the tears that started running down your cheeks. 'mh, that's interesting,' he says, more to himself than to you, fingers sliding down your face to lightly brush against your lips. 'i've used this on other humans before, but their reaction was never this strong.' you don't have time to ask what exactly 'this' is - you don't even know if you have the brain power to do it, really - as minhee forces your mouth open and spits in it. you gasp at his action, but still end up swallowing, your body shuddering with another wave of what could only be described as raw pleasure.

you don't know how he's doing that, but you feel pathetic, getting this horny over someone who hasn't even touched you yet shouldn't be normal. but, honestly, what exactly is normal about a demon appearing in your room and trying to fuck you?

your shorts have been discarded somewhere in your room, and your panties are quick to encounter the same fate - not before getting ripped off of you, to which you whine in disappointment, but minhee cuts you off saying something about you 'not needing them when you're with him' you don't really pay any mind to.

he takes his time with you, biting your thighs to the point you're sure you're bleeding, and then running his tongue along the small cuts he caused, letting whatever the obscure substance mixed with his spit is enter your bloodstream in a matter of seconds, reducing you to even more of an incoherent mess.

when minhee finally gets to eating you out, it all escalates far too quickly for your slowed down brain. for a second he's sucking on your clit, and then he's fucking you with his tongue, reaching spots a human could never dream to reach with their mouth alone. the stimulation is too much, your hands search for any kind of support, something you can grab onto, your fingers running through his hair and pulling slightly before minhee grabs your wrists, moving your hands to hold onto his horns instead and letting out a groan when you do so.

he works on you until you're on the brink of consciousness, until you've lost count of how many times you already came - around three, probably, but they feel like ten times that when each orgasm is more intense than the other and your perception of reality is fading with it. minhee notices it, ignoring your pleas about it being 'too much' and how u 'cant take more' and slipping two of his pretty slender fingers in your sopping cunt. you sob, shaking your head as you uselessly try to squirm away from his touch, subsiding to the unbearable pleasure just a few seconds later.

'already tired, little human? how are you going to take my cock if you can't last a few rounds with my tongue and fingers? maybe you don't want it that bad, then,' he's just fucking with you, deep down you know it, but the thought of minhee just leaving you like this after everything he's done is enough for you to desperately shake your head as you grab his free hand - a far too intimate gesture for this whole 'fucking a random demon you just summoned out of boredom' situation you've found yourself in - pulling him into yet another kiss that leaves the both of you breathless. you never knew it would happen in your lifetime, but you managed to make a demon, a being who doesn't need to breathe, breathless.

'is that convincing enough?' you whisper in a split second of lucidity, your mind and body already subsiding to the effects of his spit you might as well have grown addicted to, half tempted to kiss him again and only interrupted by minhee slowly slipping his fingers out of you. your complaints about it are short lived, so focused on the emptiness between your legs you don't realize minhee has pulled out his cock until his tip is pressing past your entrance.

the stretch is almost unbearable, despite all the time minhee spent overstimulating you he's still too big, and you tell him exactly that in an attempt to slow him down. it only feeds minhee's ego more, though, he chuckles as he pins your hips to the bed, telling you to 'stay fucking still and just take it,' forcing his whole size inside of u until he bottoms out. you've never felt this full, struggling to even breathe as the feeling of minhee inside of you overcomes all your senses.

minhee gives you no time to adjust to the way his cock is stretching you out, immediately thrusting into you and reaching even deeper. all your pleas for him to go slower fall to deaf years, quickly being replaced by the moans you're struggling to quiet down. it's not long before you're getting close again, still sensitive from all your previous orgasms.

'need to cum' you whine, your hips buck up to meet minhee's, feeling his tip hit spots you never knew existed. he chuckles, slowing his thrusts until a fresh wave of tears is filling your eyes at the idea of being denied of your release. 'you need to?' his tone is mocking, but you're so fucked out you can't notice it, quickly nodding 'yeah, need to cum all over your cock.' that's all it takes for minhee to pick up his pace again, aim even deeper than before and have you quickly approaching your high as you incoherently moan his name.

you feel like your soul has been ripped out of your body, gone through each and every layer of hell, and then put back where it belongs. your legs shake as minhee keeps mercilessly fucking you, mumbling something about how he's going to 'fill you up and keep you forever' that, even in your fucked out state, slightly alarms you, your hands pushing at his shoulders to no avail just to be once again pinned above your head.

minhee knows it's physically impossible for a demon to breed a human, and yet, the idea of somehow making you his through it sounds so appealing, as you sob in overstimulation and keep begging him to pull out. he might be aware of there being no consequences if he cums inside, but what would a human like you know? the way you squirm under him, trying to convince him to pull out is almost endearing.

'you're so well behaved, little human, it would be a shame to let all the results of your hard work go to waste, right?' you keep shaking your head, a high pitched moan leaving you as minhee finally cums deep inside of you, tightly pressed against your cervix to make sure you're marked by him, completely ruined for anyone else who'll ever try to fuck you.

minhee doesn't know why he did that, despite having no plans to keep you he still found himself desiring, needing to claim you as his little human. as he stills inside you, minhee thinks that maybe, just maybe, he might bring you 'back home' with him.

#🍰 seongminiz !#🧇 crvt !#i dont like the ending it feels rushed #aaaaa whatever lets just post this it took me a whole week to write #cravity hard hours #cravity smut #minhee hard hours #minhee smut

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