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nekassvariigs · 1 year

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Intentionally calling them husband in scenarios, heres how it goes

part two

Luffy, Sabo, Katakuri, Zoro, Sanji ,Smoker, Roger, Shanks, Eustass Kid

part three will feature Robin, Whitebeard, Marco, Ben Beckmann, Franky, Brook, Mihawk.

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Luffy

Save him please someone.

"Argh i refuse!" he'd snarl pointy teeth showing as he yells.

''But Luffy, you'd be a great husband." you protest making him only more irritated.

"I'm not marrying anyone!'' he slaps his hands on the table, steam blowing form his nose, you pout a little with this fake facade.

You walk over to the kitchen taking out a well cooked meat dish. ''Here i made something for you."

His nose is like a hounds when it comes to meat. "Wacha got there." he's already clanking forks against the table as you set it in front of him.

"If you eat this, you'll be my husband."

He completely ignores your joke, dropping forks aside he takes the food with his hands, chewing the delicious meal.

"So good! Oi Y/n ,I want more, moreee!" he'd whine not even finishing the first set his eyes sparkling wide as he looks at you.

''Oh whatever." you completely lose against him, his obliviousness compares with no one when it comes to this.

He thanks you for the food, licking his mouth from the crumbs, you show him another one.

''Shishishi" he cackles loudly and before you notice the food is long gone.

"Luffy!'' you shout watching him swallow quickly, you're left defeated.

''At least enjoy it you ape.." you wail silently watching him brisk past you.

''Maybe I should consider, aah who knows, but the food is too good.'' he speaks to himself arms behind his head and a large smile.

If you haven't ever experienced a Boa Hancock moment now you understand what it is about.

Sabo

''Isn't this a little sudden?'' he asks.

The two of you lying on the couch whilst watching a movie, not that the movie was bad but somehow Sabo started talking about random things trying to get to know a bit more of your mind until the topic game to be about marriage, you asked him what he thought about being called husband and this was his response.

"Were not getting married Sabo, it's just a question, what do you think?'' his arm pulled back a little from holding onto you , his elbow rested on the couch, hand still on your back he traced light circles.

''Well putting it this way.." he looked in thought his blonde hair falling over his eyes you couldn't help to brush it away, his gaze softly falling on you he smiled into the touch.

"I don't hate it, matter of fact, im open to it."

"Really?''

"Yeah, I mean you've called me D-"

"Ah shut up." You covered his mouth the apples of his cheeks growing as he gently bit into your palm.

You blushed a little, man this guy can be such a tease sometimes.

He pulled your hand away from his mouth, continuing.

"Well, do it." He smiled, his blue eyes flickering form the movie that flashed by beside you two.

''You're my husband." you stated shyly blinking many times as you watched him clench his heart.

"Oh this hits right in the feels." he faked pain falling over onto your lap.

You laughed at his antics, if there's anyone that can difuse the feeling of embarrassment faster its this guy. He laid back on your lap, your hand wandering lazily in his hair, you smiled at him.

His hand reached over to your cheek he pulled you forward, his nose gently rubbing against yours he pressed a lingering kiss.

Katakuri

He's a rather secluded person so you mainly hanged out around his sister, Brulee was the sweetest older sister you could ask for always offering you tea and sweets her genuine heart never wavering. You two had an ongoing joke about her brother the two of you kept codenaming him ''husband'' so your conversations would usually go with her staring a conversation like this. "So y/n, how's the husband?" she chuckled her smile lighting up the room. "He's a delight really we went shopping the other day and let me tell you how hard it is to find something that he'd even remotely hate, he loves everything! I'm starting to think it's impossible to make him mad.'' you sighed, not that you had real intentions of getting the big giant mad, you just wanted to see if he'd ever change his character, no matter how long you were at the store trying on every piece of clothing to waste time, he sat patiently the large scarf covering his mouth he always waited for you with a warm smile giving his opinions on the outfits. Brulee smirked '' He's a very kind person so even I cant see him being unsupportive."

"I know right, its like everything he does always turns out to be even better than he intended!" you flailed your arms a slight frown forming on your brows. The door peered open a rather tall figure coming through he welcomed himself in with a smile, setting some sweet buns on the table, they steamed with a gnetle delicious scent of sesame , rice and hints of familiar mango filling.

"Thank you dear." you smiled to the man as he stepped forth to take off the large scarft, his pointy teeth always caught your gaze.

you continued your conversation with brulee,katakuri sitting by your side as he bit into the sweet bun.

The two of you kept speaking about a certain husband and he for the life of him couldnt understand to who were you reffering to with such familiarity.

''Who are you two talking about?'' he chewed the sweet looking between you two.

"You.'' you quickly replied continiuing your conversation with his sister until she stopped her eyes wide as she looked at you.

You had a quizzical expression on your face and then it clicked, your face flared up red with brulee watching the sweetest smile on her face, you avoided looking at katakuri to save your life.

No need to worry, the large man was barely able to continue eating his desert, a humble red spread over his ears he pinched the bridge of his nose for the longest time. It was for the longest time he thought you were talking about someone else every time you chatted with his sister he thought you were chatting about another man you had spotted wandering onto the island. Now it made sense to him, the words repeating in his mind he groaned setting the pastry on the table, he never pictured himself to be called that , he was barely able to get used to boyfriend so you tended to switch it up very often.

You cleared your throat watching the fluster on his face , your hand reached over to take his , you were met with a comfortable squeeze.

"You two will be the death of me." he sighed a large toothy grin over his face. The two of you were left a laughing mess offering him some tea as an apology for the long confusion along with the sudden surprise.

Zoro

He asked for you to sit on his back while he was working out, you hesitated at first thinking that he's going a little too far, he reassured you there's nothing to be afraid of as he can easily sling over 100 kgs without ease.

''If you say so.." He steadied himself into a plank waiting for you to find a comfortable place over him.

"Ready?"

''Yep." you popped the p feeling your balance loose itself as you held onto waist each time he neared the ground.

You couldn't hold your amusement, he was way stronger than you imagined, your weight seemed to barely affect him as he did his push ups with ease. ''15..16..17.." you counted in your mind your but flat against his lower back.

"Have you asked anyone else to do this while you train?'' you had to know, there's no way he'd be so comfortable with a whole human on his back like this.

"Yeah, I asked," he panted between pushes, you could feel each time his body took an inhale of breath. "Luffy, but he's so light it wasn't even a challenge." sweat dripped down his forehead onto the ground before him creating a little array of a puddle.

"Anyone else?''

He took his time answering this time focusing on his form before he spoke up again, the silence was pleasant, although you were a little worried reminding yourself as you rode on his back that he was still training.

" I think I asked Usopp after that, though he wasn't better than Luffy."

He breathed a little heavier taking some time to stop between curls, to steady his breathing.

"You alright? I can hop off if it's too much." you wondered not wanting for him to collapse with extra weight on him.

"Stay, you're good." he continued with a regained sense of will, crushing through the next 50 push ups.

You grew comfortable on his back having adjusted to the rhythm.

Your hands slid lower on his waist as you lowered your back against his, your concentrated weight now laying flat over him, your head on the back on his neck, just enough so it wouldn't bother him.

He puffed heavier reaching triple digits, his muscles slowly grew sore but he pushed through with a slight sense to impress you.

''Y/n , you up there? Is Zoro with you?'' Chopper asked under the stairs you responded loudly.

''Yep, my hubby's right here!'' there was a quick silence as Zoro's eyes widened under you, not that you could see.

''Okaay! Dinners gonna be ready soon!'' he informed before walking to do help out.

The weight shifted under you, his hand held you in place, as you leaned slightly to his right, he was doing single handed push ups.

"Hey, don't you think that's a bit extreme?'' you told him, as he continued to meet ground confidently.

''Nah." His hand held comfortably on your waist a while longer until he switched sides, the name lingering in his mind. A while later he was dripping wet, you could feel your own shirt soaking in his sweat he gestured you to hop off.

''Here." you handed him some water, he turned to his side his face not meeting yours he drank, chest rising with each sip you admired his well toned back with a silent whistle.

It surprised him, the feeling of your eyes on him made him a little shy, hince the reason he refused to turn around for so long.

You walked up to him, head leaning over his shoulders to have a look at his face. He had spaced out for a bit , a blush covering his upper face you smiled in awe.

''Yeoow, Tell your hubby to move it! Foods done!" you heard Franky call for you, Zoro's face eyes twitching at the mention of this nickname.

Your smile grew wider as you poked his face.

''Were you pulling those stunts because of me?'' you smirked making his eyes open to look at you with the blush on his face still wildly present.

"No.." he spoke softly, his crossed arms unwinding he slipped one around your waist with a serious yet pleading look.

''Don't tell anyone.." you chuckled silently at his words, resting your head on his shoulder.

''Come on, food will get cold.'' he guided you to head down, following closely as everyone greeted you.

During dinner you gave him a look, mouthing the nickname again, he ate his food not saying anything, the tips of his ears were red no matter how much he tried to deny it.

He liked the nickname despite the silence.

Sanji

''Sanji, come here a moment." You ushered the sweetheart over, he waltzed towards you with his signature spin stopping behind you to peer over what you were looking for.

A bunch of jewelry, shining red white, pink and blue all sorts of jewels shined under the display lights. "What's up? Do you need money?''

''Hmm no, give me your hand." you vaguely looked at his hand, his slim fingers flexing before you, a trail of smoke winding in the air.

You offered his hand to the jeweler he took measurements of his ring finger, whilst Sanji watched, if this was an idea for a gift this was the worst way to ask for a ring size, he could of just told you if you asked.

''8.5 centimeters miss." The shop keep informed you of the size.

''Thought as much, could i see the rings over there?'' you pointed under the display, Sanji curiously watching over your shoulder like a cat.

"Of course, for gifts we suggest these as they aren't that flashy and will accentuate the hands well." He smiled pulling out a ring form its holdings handing it over to you.

You turned Sanji's hand so his palm would face you your warm hand meeting with his rather cold and meek one.

"What's wrong Sanji? Your hands are cold." you asked watching him puff smoke in the shapes of hearts, his cheeks a brisk red.

"Hm? Oh I didn't think you'd be the type to buy men jewelry.'' He watched as you slipped the ring on his finger, a slim silver band sitting low on his finger it looked rather pretty but a little too slim for him.

You took it off clasping the metal you handed over it the shop keep.

"How about this one?'' you showed to a thicker ring, the polish on it shining beautifully.

"Good choice miss." he commented handing you the ring.

You took the cigarette from Sanjis lips between your middle and pointer finger holding the ring in your thumb and ring finger you slipped it on taking a slow drag from the white wrapped cigarette.

Sanji watched with deep curiosity, he loved when you did these subtle yet intimate things, his heart beat with a deep flame as he watched you puff out a streak of grey smoke. His lower lip slightly trembling at the sight.

"What do you think?'' You spoke calmly watching him gulp as his eyes wandered to the ring, he twirled it around with his thumb checking if it wasn't going to bother him whilst he was cooking.

''It's good, won't bother me if I wear it for a long time." You smiled taking on another drag of his cigarette. A pleasant smirk laying on your features as you thought about what you're going to say next.

''This isn't typically a thing to take off Sanji." you smiled brushing a hand over his cheek, the lit cigarette dangerously close to his face, protected by your hand.

His heart dropped at the mention.

''She doesn't m-mean.." he thought to himself. Your confident yet seductive gaze at him only confirmed his thoughts, he swallowed slowly, his face plastered in a red blush, you laughed.

''Is this a prop-proposal!?'' his eyes beat out of his face he practically shouted in the most excited way.

You chuckled sweetly, the shop keep blushing at the sight of you two.

''Well take this one then" You smiled handing him money. Your gaze towards Sanji you put a hand on his shoulder whispering.

''I might as well make you a husband, dear.''

Oh boy.. the red that ripped down his nose way quite something, you handed him a hanker chief dropping the cigarette on the nearby ashtray the shop keep kept, you laced your hand with his walking out the shop Sanji followed with a light stumble every now and then walking a few steps behind you as you lead him. His head was so ready to burst with all the imagines of the two of you holding a ceremony rose petals flying and everything.

''My those two are something." the shop keep chuckled watching an overly flustered male leave with his sweetheart in hand.

Smoker

Word seemed to get around around you and the cloudy vice admiral, because of his strict work nature and your dedication people started calling you the type to be married only to two things each other and work, the two of you never met much aside from when it was time to deliver some justice, men practically fangirled when the two of you appeared fighting along each other.

''What's wrong with all of you, there's work to be done!'' Smoker shouted to his underlings as you walked beside him.

''There she is, aren't they the best.." the guys swooned as you stood hands on your hips along Smoker, his cigars burning weak smoke you offered him a light, his face leaning to the fire you provided the guys waited in anticipation for something to happen.

''Got a problem guys?'' you smiled meanly, Smoker puffing on his cigars to light them fully.

''None at all!!'' they all waved their hands with sheepish smiles.

''This is getting a little out of hand.." he looked at you smoke puffing from his face.

''You don't say." you laughed, something you did only around him according to every fanboy out there.

''Look look she's smiling again'' they blushed, a vein popping on Smokers face from this foolery.

''Go do something you idiots!" he knew the rookies had nothing better to do but it beat oogling at you two every second they could.

'' I'm going to HQ if you need something you know where to find me." with the use of his devil fruit and a long streak of smoke he disappeared from your sights.

You chuckled closing the door to his office with your body, Smokers head deep into his papers.

"It's crazy out there." you stood there hand's behind your back as you leaned on the door. Smoker hummed listening to you. ''You don't think we should do something about this?'' you walked over to his desk sitting across him, the single cigar set down in the ash tray he finally pulled his head out of the mountains of papers before him.

''Why should we? It does nothing for us." he stated slicking back his hair you squinted at the sight.

"You enjoy being my fictitious husband that much?" you smiled watching his eyes slowly running over you face, a little shit eating grin plastered on your face, you subsided it once you saw his cheeks redden a little as he resumed his smoke hiding the embarrassment.

"You're kidding right?!'' he winced closing his eyes , a hand clenching under the desk. Just dont laugh, it wasn't supposed to come off this way, but there was no better way for him to answer.

''..'' He was silent as he opened his eyes staring at you through his brows.

It was your turn to return the blush, as you laid back on the chair placing a cold towel over your forehead.

''Those brats..'' you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose you rose your head letting the towel fall to your lap.

Once his work was done he decided to treat you to some tea in the lounge, the two of you passed by a couple of marines on your way, you calmly took his hand in your watching as one spit water behind you, you turned your head looking at them with a knowing smile. Smokers eyes glancing over at your hand he picked up the pace dragging you along a bit faster, you laughed turning your face back to the blushy vice admiral.

Eustass Kid

You watched as Kid toyed around his arm, tightening bolts and sautering wires it looked surreal to just think how it operated.

"Kid what do you think about marriage." you asked him out of the blue never approaching this topic with him before. The mean look on his face grew as he barked at you. " What marriage?! It's annoying to just think about it." Whilst true he had a lot on his plate in the current situation, he wanted to beat Kaido for beating his ass so badly the dumbest of reds showed on his face as he threw some bolts at you making you hide behind a flipped table.

"Get out, you're annoying!'' He puffed slamming his fist on the table, bolts creaking on his arm as he attempted to move it.

"Look at what you did!'' You checked his arm watching smoke and sparks come from it you chuckled a bit. ''You can fix that cant you?'' you pointed at it making him growl back, ''Of course, it's gonna take a shit ton of time because of you though." he held a mean glare toward you. ''Okay okay I get it, I'm sorry." you raised your hands in defeat watching him sigh.

'' Don't stand there, you're helping out now." he waited for you to come closer bringing over all sorts of random tools with you, the two of you worked for a long while, trying to fix all the errors you caused.

As much as he kept focusing on his work, his eyes sometimes wandered to your face watching how you inspected his work. The dumb glint in your eyes as you followed his each move broke the silence.

"I guess it can't hurt.." he admitted his ears a little red.

"Hm?'' you turned to took at him while he was avoiding your gaze with a little sweat dropping down his brow.

"Nothing, pay attention." he moved your face with the back of his knuckle, your side eye stared at his preoccupied thought filled expression, with a wide smirk you pushed his hand back with your face, the longer you stared the longer he stiffened up.

"What?'' his clad orange eyes peered down on you.

You smiled not saying a word.

''You'd make the finest fucking husband." you spoke up suddenly staring right at him with a wide smirk.

He rolled his head throwing it back before he snapped at you.

"GET OUT WILL YOU." he threw an oiled cloth at you watching you scatter out of his room with haste.

Hand over his mouth he stared long at his arm, his eyes wide without a sense of reality, the embarrassed blush covering his face he could no longer work on the repairs.

Shanks

''Hubby am i right on this ?" You were bickering with Ben for the longest time, the stubborn first mate would not bend under your will even if you bribed him with millions.

Shanks turned around with a cheeky look on his face he overheard the entirety of the conversation between you two, you were in the wrong however he wanted to mess around with something else first.

"Hubby?'' he asked whipping around the bar stool one leg over the other he laid his hand behind the counter in a rather confidant way.

"Come on Shanks who's right.'' you blurted out continuing to one over Ben whos scowl only grew the longer you didn't agree with him.

He watched with a glimmer in his eyes calling out your name.

"Hubby~" he smirked watching as you processed the information.

''Argh what the hell! Yes Ben your point is right! Shanks youre dead!" you stormed forward to the captian pinching his nose.

"I call you one silly nickname and you dont leave it alone." you scolded him watching him stifle a laugh as he pushed you to his side with his only arm.

You didn't look him in the face knowing he'd give you a shit eating grin.

"Let go!'' you peeled at his hands , his grip strong as he got in your face with a whisper.

"I refuse~" the gravel in his tone, along the way he looked at you, it was only a matter of time before you shot him a glance.

You looked over at him quickly regretting that instantly.

"There you are." the sultry tone in his voice never leaving as he leaned in his lips hovering just above yours, barely a touch.

He waits for you, with a small smile tugging on his lips. He was pleasantly surprised when you tugged on his collar a rather harsh kiss deepening against his.

Roger

You brought up the topic suddenly the hearty laugh form him was as much as when you did your usual babbling with him.

"Husband, me?'' he snorted between baited breaths.

You felt a little dumb standing in front of him as he laughed his large hat tipping on his head.

'Never hurts to try something once now does it?" He showed you a warm smile once his laughter stopped, you didn't expect him to be so agreeable to something like this.

''I cant figure out if you're serious or joking." you pouted as he guided you to the end of his ship.

''If you want the world, I'll get it for you.'' he clenched his first around thin air, right along your chest as he leaned into hug your shoulder, a bewildered stare darting between his face and hand you didn't even think about the possibility.

"I can't bring you a big ceremony, but if you want the life of a wanted criminal on your hands I can't go denying yours dreams now can I?''

''Guys prepare for a celebration!'' he shouted over his shoulder, every man standing at a halt.

''Your captains getting married!'' he wasted no time jumping assumptions.

"R-Roger wait, now?!'' you pushed a hand on his chest which he took into his with a knowing look.

"No time like the present no?'' He smirked, his teeth flashing in the bright sun.

He didn't even take time to consider something like this...

''I thought it over don't be stupid." Its like he read your mind, he pointed to his crew gazing down at you.

"They're a handful, but take care of them will you?"

"Like that's new.." you chuckled, still baffled by his words.

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badgerbl00d · 1 year

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omg can ypu write something with one bed trope with shanks, rayleigh, rosinante/corazon and (if you’re comfortable writing him) maybe doffy?

I’d love if it could be like mutual pining ish and not established relationships 🫶

i don’t have a preference for how it’s written (like headcanons, blurbs etc) so just however you like it! i love to read the things you write 🤩

only one bed trope with the one piece boys

☆ characters: shanks, roger, benn, rayleigh

☆ up next: taking an aphrodisiac with them and seeing who gives in first w/ one piece boys

☆ a/n: absolutely loved this request! i'm still on marineford so i'm not super familiar with cora and doffy, but i promise i'll make up for their absence in this fic in the future ;3. enjoy!

shanks

It was a calm day at sea, with steady winds and vibrant sunlight.

Being a Red-Haired pirate meant drinking, and fighting, and a lot of playing cards, and more drinking.

As time passed you’d grown somewhat envious of crews with women on them. You longed to spend your idle time with other women, painting your nails, gossiping, even just spending time together.

Your crewmates tried as best they could, but there was only so much hair braiding grown men could tolerate.

Shanks, out of all of them, was the most eager to help you feel more at home. He let you paint his nails- though you were limited to red and black polish. He let you teach him how to make sugar scrubs, and even sometimes, if he wanted to “relax and rejuvenate” himself, he’d do facemasks with you.

You’d always thought he was handsome, even before you’d joined the crew. And had more than once found yourself staring at his wanted posters. But to be on the seas with him was an entirely different experience. The friendship that accompanied piracy was unexpected, but an unbelievably close bond.

You felt the same about all your crewmates, they were family and you knew you’d readily die for them. But you didn’t get the same butterflied around all of them that you got around Shanks.

When it was late at night and you were still outside completely unaware of the dropping temperatures and waning moonlight, he’d find himself making his way out of his cabin to find you and lead you back to bed, offering to braid your hair the way you taught him.

More often than not, you’d accept his offer, soaking in how gently he took your hair into his hands, his knuckles softly grazing the back of your neck.

You’d been lounging outside on the deck where the sun shone brightest, taking advantage of the unusually pleasant weather.

You laid out on a towel, the sun bathing you in that kind of pleasantly ebbing heat that makes you feel like it was coming from within.

You could feel your skin tanning, glowing, and glistening as the ship gently rocked back and forth.

Your bikini was tiny, a necessary measure to ensure that you got evenly bronzed, and you’d happily sauntered past your crewmates, unbothered by their playful whistles and cheers as you walked past them toward your spot.

After a peaceful fifteen minutes of sunbathing, you were joined by your captain.

“Mind if I tan with you?”

“Not at all, Captain.”

Shanks smiled, you knew he liked when you called him that.

He laid down next to you, your arms grazing one another.

You felt yourself dozing off, before a loud bang! woke you up.

You and Shanks both shot up, running toward the source of the sound, along with the rest of the crew.

A plug had gotten shot out of the hull of the ship and water had started flooding it.

Fuck, you thought, my room’s gonna flood.

Shanks and Benn barked commands at the crew and you all started working towards plugging the source of the flooding.

You were limited in your ability to help, given that you were still in a bikini and knew a lot less than your crewmates about plugging holes.

Shanks laughed as you got soaked by the water and by the time the problem was solved, he was out of breath.

You made your way back up to where you’d been, hoping to have caught some more sun before having to face your definitely flooded room. When you were greeted with the warm orange and purple hues of sunset, you headed to the kitchen for a beer.

You sat on the counter and turned when a slight knock on the wall beckoned your attention.

“Hey, Shanks.”

“So,” he started, not wanting to upset you, “Your room got-”

“Flooded. Yeah, I figured.”

You sighed, there was nothing of significant importance in there, and you knew you could buy new things, but it was going to be a pain in the ass.

“Thanks for confirming, though. I’ll go and buy new stuff next time we dock. The lack of a bed kind of sucks though,” you polished off the beer in your hand.

“Sleep with me,” he said.

“Ha. ha.”

“What? I’m being serious!”

You paused to consider it.

“Shanks, c’mon. I’ll take a bunk in the men’s quarters.”

“Not sure that’s any better.”

You laughed, “It’s definitely not.”

He got up and extended a hand toward you, which, after a moment of hesitation, you took.

“You don’t even need to grab anything, I have a bunch of extra shirts.”

“And an extra toothbrush?”

He smiled at you, “We can share that too.”

“Ugh, gross.”

You waited until you were really tired to actually make your way over to his bedroom, hesitating before you finally knocked on the door.

He opened it, and it was clear he’d made his best attempt to clean up his room for you.

You sat on the poorly made bed and told him his room looked nice.

“Good enough to sleep in?”

“Perfect.”

He smiled with pride. It was sort of adorable.

He sat on the other edge of the bed, unexpectedly awkwardly.

You decided to lay down and make yourself comfortable, you pulled the covers over yourself.

“Very soft,” you noted.

He lightly laughed and followed in suit, situating himself under the covers.

You had your backs to one another- it felt too foreign like you didn’t know one another.

You flipped over, “Shanks turn around.”

He happily obliged, turning with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

Reaching down, he pulled the covers up to cover your arms and the two of you talked about anything and everything.

Neither of you remembered falling asleep.

You woke up later than usual the next morning, the sun was already high and beaming through the Captain’s window. The soft duvet that covered you seemed as though it was trying to keep you in bed, and it had the generous aid of Shanks, who had a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He was still asleep, it seemed, and was breathing gently.

You should’ve been up hours ago to get all your chores and work done… but you had a feeling that the Captain might let you off the hook this one time.

Sleep started to weigh down your eyelids again, and you let it wash over you, snuggling back into Shanks’ chest. You fell asleep quickly, but not before feeling him press a soft kiss

to the back of your head.

roger

The warm bath water, full of bubbles and essential oils, soaked into your skin, slowly sloshing back and forth and back and forth along with the steady lull of the ship.

The few moments you got to yourself were always cherished. They were rare, and when they did happen you always felt anxious, but you finally felt as though you could relax.

You dipped your head below the water a few times, letting your hair soak, braiding it over your shoulder as you closed your eyes and let yourself let go of all the anxieties, and worries, and stresses that came with being a Roger pirate.

The dim warmth from the candles paired perfectly with the bit of moonlight that made its way through the bathroom window.

And, like clockwork, when you’d allowed yourself to indulge in the moment and started to finally relax;

Knock. Knock.

You sat up, sighing.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in,” you arranged the bubbled around yourself as the door opened.

Roger walked his head in, and just as quickly covered his eyes when he saw you in the bath.

“Sorry, Y/n,” he laughed, “Didn’t know you were taking a bath!”

“Right. Because that definitely isn’t what bath-rooms are for.”

He sheepishly tugged at the collar of his shirt, his hand still resting on his face.

“So…” he started, clearly guilty of something.

“Just tell me what happened.”

“Right. Right, well, you see, Rayleigh and I thought we might work on getting the boys to bond a bit more.. Since they fight so much.”

You sat in the tub, watching as he struggled to tell you why he really interrupted your alone time, not saying anything.

“Companionship is the most important thing for good pirates. Establishing connections. There is no better greatness than being loved, than having a partner, someone to rely on. And well, the boys are so young and they bicker so much and fight day in and day out, and so we figured we’d try and start patching that up while they’re still just kids-”

“The point, Roger?”

“Yes-” he stumbled over his words, “Yes- the point. Alright, so Rayleigh suggests a friendly game of catch, seeing as they were in good spirits and they agreed and so we started, just with simple baseballs at first.”

He slowly took his hand off his eyes and searched your face for some kind of expression, anything.

You gave him nothing, but your impatience was evident.

He cleared his throat, “And the boys seemed to enjoy it so I- so we suggested using something more challenging and… R-rayleigh found a bowling ball.”

You’d tried to keep a completely neutral expression, to keep him on edge. But at this, your eyebrows failed you and furrowed.

Still, you said nothing.

“And Shanks- strong boy, very adept and- and promising.. He, well, unintentionally of course-”

“Roger.”

He nodded and swallowed hard. “He threw it through your window. There’s glass everywhere. It broke the bedframe, there’s a dent in your wall. It-it’s a mess. That they’re cleaning.”

You remained silent. Wordlessly you stood up, earning an uneasy laugh from your Captain as he debated whether or not to cover his eyes again. He chose not to.

You walked toward him, reached past his shoulder, your nose grazing the tip of his, and grabbed your towel.

You dried yourself off and wrapped the towel around yourself.

“So where am I sleeping tonight?”

Roger smiled.

“No.”

“Would you rather sleep with Rayleigh? Or share a bed with the boys?”

You huffed.

You’d decided to take the right side of the bed, since it was closer to the door and, as you had so eloquently put it, “Get the hell out of here” in the morning.

Roger had laughed when you’d said that and despite your best efforts to stay upset you smiled at him.

The two of you lay down on your backs, facing the ceiling.

“Comfortable?” he asked. “No.”

He shifted and brought two arms around your waist pulling you into him.

Your cheeks turned a violent shade of pink, you didn’t like not being in control.

“Roger!”

“Nuh-uh,” he said, “Captain’s orders.”

You sighed but obliged, letting him spoon you.

His arms were strong and you could feel the muscles of his chest through the thin t-shirt he wore.

“You’re hugging too tight!”

He relented, albeit slightly.

You pushed his arms out and crawled on top of him, laying down on his chest, resting your head on your hand which was propped up by your elbow.

He laced his hands together and brought his arms up behind his head, laying on the pillow and looking at you.

You liked this more, you were on top.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Do you ever worry about those two?”

He smiled one of his signature smiles at you, “No.”

You pinched his chest.

“Ok! Ok- yes,” he admitted, bringing a hand down to rub at the spot you pinched, “Christ, woman.”

You ignored him, “So do I. But it’s only because I know they’ll both be great. In one way or another.”

“Or another,” he laughed.

You woke up in the middle of the night, your arms wrapped around your Captain’s neck, head on his chest. His arms were around your waist and he was out cold, lightly snoring.

You smiled and pressed kisses wherever you could reach.

In the morning, your anger would return and you’d give both him and the boys an earful. Rayleigh, too, if he wasn’t smart enough to wait out your temper.

But for now?

You’d sleep.

When Roger woke up the next morning your side of his bed was empty. He groggily sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

When was the last time I slept that well? he thought to himself.

There was more sunlight entering his room than usual and he turned toward the source of it.

There, right in the center of his wall was a gaping hole, perfectly round.

On the floor beneath it was a bowling ball.

He stood up, contemplating the mess in his room. He looked through the whole to find you barking at Shanks and Buggy to continue mopping the floors. You had a ruler in your hands and Buggy was rubbing the back of his head.

He laughed, loudly.

‘I think I’m in love,’ he thought, before going out to join you in yelling at the two.

benn

“I’d like to apologize in advance,” Shanks announced to the crew, earning several groans in return.

“Yes, yes,” he continued, “Well, as it would happen, I miscounted. Two people are going to have to share a bed.”

This time the crew responded with some cheers and whoops, and you heard more than one person mention your name.

You sighed.

Hopefully, it was Lucky and Yasopp. They probably shared their bed anyway.

“To decide fairly, Benny here suggested we draw straws.”

More groans from the crew.

“Tough crowd,” Benn mused.

Shanks held up a plastic cup with a bunch of wooden sticks in it like a child at an arts and crafts fair.

He shuffled them around before drawing two.

The air was hilariously tense.

Who cares if they have to share a bed? you thought to yourself.

“Benn! Haha!” he laughed, “And…. Y/n!”

The crew erupted into a cacophony of whoops and cheers.

Your cheeks darkened and you nibbled at the inside of your cheek.

Of course.

You made brief eye contact with Benn, who looked as cool and composed as ever.

Noticed only by your Captain, was the slight blush that dusted his cheeks.

The room was smaller than either of you had expected.

And so was the bed. You’d have to practically be on top of each other.

“I’m more than good on the floor, you take the bed. I only ask for a pillow.”

You gave him a look.

“I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor Benn, and there’s only one pillow.”

You both sat in silence staring at the bed.

“I’m sure there’s a way… to work this out.”

You giggled, “In a 2-foot wide bed?”

Benn smiled.

“It’s funny. We’d die for each other in battle but a bed is where things get awkward.”

“It’s only awkward ‘cause you’re so awkward.”

He looked down at you, a somewhat insulted expression resting on his face.

“I’m fine sleeping with you!”

He raised a brow.

“N-no! No! Not like that! I’d never- I just meant like…” you gestured broadly toward the bed

“You’d never, hm?”

“See what I meant about you making things awkward?”

He laughed.

Sitting on the bed made things less tense, you folded your legs, sat on your heels, and faced Benn who sat leaning against the wall with his legs hanging off the bed.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, searching for a lighter.

He came up empty-handed.

“I have one,” you said, reaching into the front pocket of your bag to grab your pink lighter.

“Cute,” he leaned forward, cigarette between his lips, lighting it.

You flipped through some pages of a magazine as Benn read.

“Can I try it?”

“Be a little more specific, sweetheart.”

Your body warmed up at the nickname.

“Smoking.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded eagerly, reaching for the cigarette that still resided between your vice-captain’s lips.

A large hand wrapped around your wrist before you could reach it.

You blinked to look up at Benn, “Let me help.”

He took the cigarette from his lips and brought it to yours, which were already so obediently parted.

You inhaled the smoke, your lips closing around the cigarette, gently brushing Beckman’s fingers.

“Take it easy,” he said.

You breathed in, tears pooling in the bottom of your eyes, and tried to hold it in, but found yourself stuck in a spasm of coughing.

Benn laughed, and rubbed your back, before taking another puff himself.

You scooted closer to him, emboldened by the burning heat in your lungs, and were practically on his lap.

“Let me try again,” you asked, “Guide me.”

“Okay.”

He held the cigarette to your lips, and you awaited instruction.

“Gently suck in the smoke- don’t inhale, just suck lightly.”

You obeyed, your lips softly closing around the soft paper, drawing in the smoke to the back of your throat.

“Good,” he praised, pulling the cig away from your lips, “Now hold it there for a moment, let it warm your mouth.”

You held it, turning to look up at him.

It took him a moment to find the words he was looking for, what with a majority of your ass on his lap, your hands resting on his chest, your eager doe eyes looking up at him- he was getting rather distracted.

“L-like that, yeah.”

“Mm-mmm?” What’s next?

He smiled, lightly laughing, “Now just inhale through your mouth as you normally would, but do it slowly.

Your lips formed a perfect ‘O’ as you inhaled the smoke, feeling a deeply satisfying burning sensation spreading through your lungs.

Benn had opened the room’s main window earlier, and a cool breeze had found its way in. You got up, to Benn’s obvious disappointment, and closed it.

This time when you sat back down, you inched yourself the rest of the way forward, making your way fully onto his lap.

Maybe it was the smoke that had started filling the room or the fact that now you two were alone and touching there was no point in denying what you’d been feeling for one another, but this time, as he drew the cigarette from his mouth you leaned forward and placed your lips on his.

His lips closed back around yours, slowly at first- not out of hesitation but indulgence.

You felt his tongue lightly swipe your plump lower lip, teeth gently pressing down against it, and you released a staggered breath into his mouth.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as your mouth flooded with the flavors of tobacco and an unidentifiable clean taste, almost like lemon.

His hands found the fat of your ass, and as he laid his back against the bedrest, now fully taking up the bed, he lifted you up so you were fully on his lap, your thighs straddling his hips.

A strong arm trailed up your back, resting his hand against the base of your neck, gently pulling backward to give him access to your throat.

He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, his tongue swiping over every place he kissed. It made you incredibly sensitive and you started to softly squirm in his grip, moaning his name between kisses, holding half-lidded eye contact as strings of saliva connected your mouths.

You didn’t sleep much, despite Benn’s sincere efforts to get you both to bed. The last thing you vividly recalled before sleep outweighed your desire for more of him was how overwhelmingly sweet and sensitive his touch was on your body- how softly he handled you. His strong arms massaging your back and palming your tits.

The next morning you both awoke to a violent knocking on your door.

“Vice Captain! The Captain is requesting your presence, immediately!”

You groaned as you slowly opened your eyes, the idea of leaving the intoxicating warmth of your bed making your head hurt.

To your delight, Benn simply wrapped his arms tighter around you and flipped you both over to face away from the door.

“Tell him to fuck off! I’m busy!”

You giggled, knowing that the crew would put two and two together.

For a moment you worried about how they’d react- was this something that could potentially be dangerous?

As though reading your thoughts Benn gave you another reassuring hug, his hands finding your boobs, lightly squeezing them.

“Worry about it later, Sweetheart.”

And just like that, you fell back asleep.

rayleigh

“Tired already?” Rayleigh teased, handing you the beer you’d sent him to grab.

“It’s ten past three, I should’ve been in bed hours ago.”

He laughed, rubbing your back.

“I figured you’d have gotten used to the late nights after a good expedition.”

You shrugged, “I guess, but I’m never more tired than when we’re done with an ‘expedition’.”

He smiled at your air quotes around his term.

You popped open the can of beer he’d handed you and took a few big sips.

The moon was full and the clear sky ahead meant perfect travel conditions for when the crew set sail tomorrow morning.

The salty air smelled like home, and you took a few deep breaths.

It was chilly out, but the fire in front of you more than made up for it, and you felt warm inside from the several beers you’d downed.

The ship was still full of life, but it was now concentrated into small groups of partiers that were somehow still awake.

Your captain was, of course, one of the main contributors.

You leant against Rayleigh as the both of you watched him and laughed.

Your vision slowly blurred as you closed your eyes.

A not-so-gentle tap on your shoulder woke you up. You blinked your eyes open, suddenly aware of how cold it was.

A pair of strong arms were wrapped around your body, carrying you bridal style.

“What the hell?”

“Calm down,” Rayleigh replied, “You fell asleep and I figured I’d bring you to your room but it’s- uh, occupied.”

“What does that mean?”

You jumped out of Rayleigh’s arms and peeked into your room to see what was going on.

Shanks and Buggy were passed out on your bed, several alcohol bottles littering the floor. They were sleeping back to back like a pair of milk-drunk kittens.

“I don’t wanna move them,” Rayleigh explained, “Or they won’t sleep for a week- what with all that alcohol in their system.”

You hated to agree but the two boys were energy houses if you’d ever seen one, it was best to let them sleep when they slept.

“Okay, I’ll take one of their bunks then. Not ideal but if it keeps them out of the way…”

You walked into the room to grab your toothbrush and makeup remover and slipped past your vice-captain to head toward the men’s barracks.

“Y/n, sweetheart,” he called out to you, “Hold on a sec, will ya?”

You turned, “Rayleigh, I’m tired and I haven’t showered yet- what do you want?”

He walked toward you, approaching you with his typical confidence, standing in front of you so as to block your path.

“Why don’t you spend the night in my room, hm?”

You rolled your eyes, and pushed him to the side, too tired to entertain him.

He grabbed your wrists as you tried to walk away, pulling you into his chest.

He stood you still, wrist still in hand, and bent down to talk in your ear, and for some reason you let him.

“I’d like to use this opportunity to remind you that my room has its own private shower.”

You sighed.

“And a bath.”

Private bathroom… clean sheets…. Rayleigh. You thought about it for a second.

“Okay, fine but only this once.”

His room was bigger than expected. You had half a mind to chew him out for living like this while half the crew was stuck sharing bathrooms and beds, but you supposed that was one of the perks of being vice-captain.

“What do you think?”

He winked at you.

“It’ll do, I guess. Where’s the shower?”

He laughed, and despite your best efforts to not inflate his ego, you also smiled.

He pointed toward the bathroom and you entered.

You stepped out of the shower and looked for a towel, failing to find one.

Fuck.

“Rayleigh! Where are your towels?”

“Top drawer, sweetheart!”

Double fuck.

You inhaled, “Rayleigh?”

“Hm?”

“I can’t… reach.”

You could practically hear the infuriating smile spreading over his face.

“Coming,” he said, his voice had a slight lilt to it.

He knocked before he entered and you covered yourself as best you could. Not like he hadn’t seen this much before, right? You’d worn bikinis on board.

Wrong. He walked in and was struggling to keep his eyes off of you, a light blush spreading across his cheeks.

This made you feel good- great, even. To have Silvers Rayleigh blushing at the sight of you? Scoundrel or not, you’d take it.

He grabbed you a towel and eagerly turned around to hand it to you.

“You know you’re gonna have to remove at least one hand to grab it right?”

“Which would you like me to remove?”

He seemed slightly taken aback at your sudden reciprocation of energy.

“Surprise me.”

He looked down at you with an intensity that you almost recognized- but this was different. You’d seen how he looked at enemies, at pirates and warlords he was planning on killing, but this? This was full of desire and lust.

Surprise me, his words echoed in your head.

He was so irritatingly arrogant. So self assured. You figured a lesson might be useful.

Before he could register what was happening you landed a heavy slap to his face, and wrapped the towel around yourself.

He held his cheek in shock, watching you walk out.

“Pervert.”

You got into his bed, not bothering to put on any clothes.

Extremely aware of his hawk-like watch on you, you sat up in bed and peeled the towel off. You faced away from him, to ensure he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing anything.

You slipped under the covers and turned off the lamp at your bedside.

Within seconds you felt Rayleigh crawling into bed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing kisses to your neck.

“Pretty as you are, you give me a headache, you know that?”

“I know.”

Another kiss to your neck.

He trailed a hand up and down your arm, lulling you to sleep.

Yawning, you felt sleep start to settle into your body, feeling as though gravity was pulling you down further into the mattress.

“This won’t happen again, Ray.”

“I know.”

Three weeks later, you woke up in your Vice Captain’s bedroom for the ninth time since that night.

His hands were tangled on and around you and he was snoring loudly.

You turned to face him, his arms stayed wrapped around you.

“G’morning,” he yawned, “Sleep good?”

You kissed him, and then kissed him again, and again.

“I did.”

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getonite · 20 days

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WHERE IS THE ROGER X READER X RAYLEIGH FICS??? DO I HAVE TO DO IT MYSELF OMG. THAT'S THE TAG TEAM YALL. THIS IS THE LIVE TRIANGLE BLUEPRINT.

#( the yapper in me )#i WILL have roger and rayleigh in me at the same time #idc #ill write it in a few but omg plz #they can kiss while they fill me up #too much to ask???#hell gaban can come too tf #i want my old guys...specifically rayleigh when he aged...#one piece x reader #gol d roger x rayleigh x reader #gol d roger x reader #gold roger x reader #silvers rayleigh #gold roger #rayleigh x reader #roger x rayleigh x reader

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lxffy · 2 years

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Hi love❣️

Can i ask for roger with male reader on a vacation (it can hcs or anything) please?

Thanks <3

❦ vacation frenzy !

pairing: roger x male!reader

note: fluff, a lot of fluff, established relationships, modern!au, not proofread; i’ve said this once and i’ll say it again… when i write headcanons they’re kinda like stories

for once, you and roger were both able to take time off of work. it was tempting to just spend most of the day with him tangled up in the sheets, but the two of you decided you’d take this time to leave your estate.

— before the vacation

it was a given that the vacation spot would be in a place with lots of space and attractions so the two of you would be able to explore the place, so a somewhere near a beach was the deciding factor.

but you getting everything ready before hand was going to be a problem.

“roger, we gotta get to the airport in 4 hours! you have everything packed?”

definitely only has like 1 shirt packed.

“wait, the flight is today?!? i thought it was tomorrow?”

you’ll have help him pack or that flight might have to be rescheduled…

planning for the trip is kind of spontaneous, specifically for activities and such. as long as where the two of you are going have a lot of attractions, roger insists the two of you just go and explore the place.

— exploring

i hope you booked your hotel near by because roger’s going to want to get going as soon as you land. if you’re somehow able to put all your luggage away before roger literally drags you away, you’re in luck, because the vacation started as soon as you step foot on foreign ground.

with a foodie like roger, the first place you guys head to is somewhere with a plethora of different food options. he wants to try all of them with you, if possible. if he finds something absolutely amazing, he’ll call you over to try it with him.

“y/n! you have to taste this!”

you quickly come over to the stall he was at to see what he was talking so enthusiastically about. the sample is on a toothpick in rogers hand, so you attempt to take it from him, but he swiftly dodges it, moving his hand closer to your face. he wasn’t going to give it up so you eat it from his hand and if he wasn’t already, he smiles even more.

“wait, wow. this is actually fucking amazing.”

“i know right!? try this one too!”

you find yourself getting influenced by him and end up trying a ton of different snacks in the area. by the time you leave, you’re stuffed full but roger is just getting started.

while wandering the area, the two of you discover different attractions the two of you can visit over the next few days. there are so many shops with unique items, and it when you pass by a shop near the beach that you realize you forgot to pack swim shorts.

“wait roger, let’s go in there first, i forgot to bring shorts.”

at first, roger teases you for forgetting something like that after he literally everything 2 hours before the flight not realizing he forgot his own.

the two of you entered the store, breezing around the racks finding a variety of different garments to buy.

“hey y/n, what about these ones?”

he brings out a pair of shorts littered with food all over it. you thought it couldn’t be worse, he brought out a second pair, a matching pair…

you guys end up buying a similar shorts, but definitely not one as tacky as the one roger brought out. the sun was soon starting to set and you suggested checking out the beach before heading to your hotel.

it was still extremely warm outside but the weather was cooling, so you got to enjoy the ocean view with a comforting breeze. luckily, the part of the beach you selected wasn’t too crowded so you would be able to enjoy each other’s company in peace.

there was a lot of running at first, splashing each other in the water, and watching the sunset together. it was a moment that was meant to be cherished, and roger thought so as well. he’s much more romantic than he gives off, and will gladly show you how throughout the vacation.

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littlemochabunni · 8 months

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Dilf dilf dilf me down….

Daddy kink + size kink fs minors fuck off plz n thanks 🤭

“D-daddy! S-slow down sh-shit!~” you try pushing on his hips from thick cock bullying your cunt with his frantic animalistic pace. He grips your wrist and pins your arm behind your back as he’s too lost in the feeling of your sopping cunt around his cock. His groans and loud grunts outmatched your screams and the sound of the headboard banging— breaking against the ship’s walls, “Fuuck baby just one more~ one more.”

Your eyes roll back and you toes curl as he hit you with another, seemly never ending, orgasm of the day. “Fuck fuck fuck ’m cumming daaaddy fuuuuck waait!” He again ignores your pleas as he continues to fuck you through your hard orgasm and moans just as loud with you, “God ya squeezing’ my cock so much baby ahh shit…. Do that again—sing f’me~…..”

SHANKS, Beckman Mihawk, Rayleigh, Whitebeard, Roger, Kaido|Toji, SATORU, Suguru, Joel, TENGEN, & any of your favs <3

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viiiiiiiiiin · 2 months

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How they confess their love for you !! PT. 2

Includes: Shanks , Buggy , Roger , Rayleigh , Shakky , Smoker , Tashigi , Mihawk.

Pt. 1 , Pt. 2 (Here) , Pt. 3

Masterlist

Red Haired: Shanks

He's been with many women , men , and people in between. Hookups , bar dates , etc. He never thought he'd actually catch feelings for one of his flings until he met you.

You were surprised to join his crew (since it was all men) , but you proved to be a great comrade.

He loves how headstrong you are , how captivating you look , how you battle , and so much more.

He became increasingly more obvious that he was head over heels for you , as pointed out by one of his conversations with Mihawk himself.

One night , during a celebrating , the crew was mostly drunk , eating , or dancing. Shanks was one of the drunken pirates laying around.

He was hanging out near you. You watched him since you weren't drunk and wanted to make sure he was okay.

While he rested his head in your lap , he told you how beautiful / handsome you are to him. While you processed his words , he continued about how he much he loves you.

But he vaguely remembered saying those things in the morning. Mostly because you were there , laying beside him.

Buggy the Clown

He was oblivious to his feelings for you.

When you joined up with him , he felt as if he was on top of the world because of having someone strong like you on his side.

Eventually , he fell head over heels for you. It was extremely obvious. He had a huge soft spot for you , would only listen to you , would turn red around you , would yell at you less , etc.

He couldn't even tell until Alvida brought it up to him. She told him that what he felt was love and he FREAKED out.

He's never been in love before. He doesn't know how to handle his emotions and such , so he tries to distance himself from you to make the feelings fade.

But they only grew.

One day , you brought some food to his room. You wanted to see if he was okay. You didn't bother knocking since he knew it was you.

You placed it on his desk and sat near him to check in on him.

That was a mistake.

As soon as you did , he blurted out a bunch of nonsense. The only thing you caught was that he was in love with you.

You told him you felt the same and surprised the fuck out of him.

Pirate King: Gol D. Roger

He was also oblivious to the fact he was in love with you , but his entire crew knew.

Even Buggy and Shanks knew.

Rayleigh talked to him about it and Roger admitted that you did make him feel weird. Though , he never thought anything of it. He though you were just his closest companion.

Rayleigh told him that he was in love with you and he should just tell you.

And he did.

As bluntly as possible.

He didn't even sugar coat it.

He just straight up told you on a random day while you two were hanging our.

It shocked the fuck out of you , but you told him you felt the same.

That same , handsome smile that's always on his face grew.

His entire crew was in SHOCK.

They knew how he felt , but they didn't expect him to confess like this.

Dark King: Silvers Rayleigh

He's a very wise man. He's the righthand of the pirate king , so he has to be (also because Roger is a bubble head who runs right into danger with a smile on his face).

He knew. He knew the second that his heart skipped a beat around you. He accepted it and observed you silently.

Like Robin , he finds out your hobbies and stuff you like.

When he finally decides its the right time to confess , he gets you some flowers and confesses to you on a beach island you his landed on.

You were shocked. You never expected the DARK KING himself to be in love with you. Especially because you felt the same.

You told him you felt the same , and he embraced you. He held onto you for God knows how long , but you both enjoyed it.

Former Empress of Amazon Lily: Shakuyaku (Shakky)

Like Rayleigh , she is very wise. That's why she runs a rip - off bar . . .

She realized she was in love with you almost immediately. It was obvious because she fell into the same illness that those before her did.

The Love Sickness.

She was obsessed with you and would flirt with you at any chance she got. She would do anything she could to turn your face beat red.

She knew what embarrassed you and what flustered you.

She used this and asked you to be her significant other , seemingly joking. This happened at her bar.

You asked if she was joking and she shook her head while smiling.

You agreed and she resigned as the empress of Amazon Lily.

You moved to Sabaody to be with her and run her bar with her.

White Chase: Smoker

Though he seems gruff , he has a massive soft side for G5 and his comrades. That includes you.

In fact , he had a bigger soft spot for you. You got away with more shenanigans , you got to hang out with him more , etc. G5 and Tashigi noticed.

He didn't , but they sure as hell did. They would tease poor Smoker about his little crush all. day.

Any chance they got , they would hook you guys up. On an island ? You twos re going together. Gotta run some errands ? Smoker and Reader can handle it !

Eventually , his feelings grew unbearable.

One evening , when you two were dining together after a battle , he blurted out his feelings.

After realizing what he did , he looked away in shame.

But you held his hand and told him you felt the same.

Though you two are together now , G5 still teases him about you.

"Captain" Tashigi

It was obvious to literally everyone , even Smoker.

She's always so nervous around you. She stumbles more often , her face is always pink around you , etc. She even works harder when you're around ! (She wants to show you that she's strong)

Even you noticed.

G5 teased her about it and did the same thing they did to Smoker. They would hook you guys up as much as possible.

Eventually , you just confessed your love to her because you knew she wouldn't do it. She told you she felt the same and you two got together.

Hawkeye: Dracule Mihawk

He could tell as soon as it came up. He's a smart man.

Since you started living with him , he knew it would most likely happen. However , he wasn't exactly sure how to tell you.

He decided to ask Perona about her opinion. Upon hearing his feelings for you , she freaked out and cheered for him.

She gave him a BUNCH of tips , pointers , and stuff like that. She told him to surprise you with flowers , dinner , and stuff you liked.

Which he did.

He brought you to the Baratie , the place famous for its food. He knew you liked that place because you grew up around the owner.

He took you there and let you go crazy with whatever you wanted to order.

At the end of yalls little dinner date , he handed you a black rose and informed you of his feelings.

With dead eyes. Like , he wasn't even nervous.

You were though.

You turned red but told him you felt the same.

He was very happy , even if he didn't look it.

He brought you back to the castle and ended the night with wine and reading (with you , of course).

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bigtreefest · 3 months

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Chapter 1: Digging For Gold

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t always have to personally negotiate his business dealings, but what happens when one of them insists they’ll only deal with him? He heads out to the country to get it sorted, of course.

Word Count: 2,167

Content/Warnings: light mob themes, mentions of misogyny/ Bucky’s attempt at it, fem reader with minimal descriptions, minimal use of y/n, use of a pet name (Honey), Sam and Steve teasing Bucky and Bucky having none of it. Content below the cut.

Author’s Note: Well here it is— my first fic publication! I literally never write, but I’ve felt so motivated to get this down. Idek how I wrote this many words bc lord knows I’m not doing the same for school. Anyway, I digress. I hope you all enjoy. Comments, suggestions, asks, and reblogs are soooo appreciated!! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Bucky was used to being turned down at first. In the fact, he was used to being turned down two, three, four times before getting his way. He always got his way, until it came to you. He had been trying to seal this deal for what was going on months now. Usually by his fifth ask, his clients got some sense into them, and in this case, sense means a threat of lead through the heart by a henchman. But that hadn’t phased you at all. If anything, it encouraged you to keep pushing back. A real piece of work, this girl was. Each time someone went to negotiate, they came back with their head hung low, sending in their boss to deal with her next as she had requested. Just for that cocky bastard to leave and come back doing the same. Why were they giving into your requests? They couldn’t help themselves when you had that convincing way about you, and neither could Bucky, even if he wanted to deny it to everyone around him. After months of asking for the next boss, you had finally reached James Buchanan Barnes: the head of his mob. Known for his ruthless nature, no one had ever come out of a deal saying ‘no’ to him. If they said no, they didn’t come out of the deal, simple as that. No one had seen his soft spots, and his buttons weren’t to be pushed. Too many had found out the hard way. The only one who could get away with it was his best friend who had known him since childhood Steve. More like a brother, and his only family left, at that. But it looked like he had a soft spot for you, letting you get away with dismissing these meetings, which is exactly why he needed to go himself: to show he wasn’t soft. To show that he could close the deal and his men lacked discipline when they fell to your kind charm. He’d go to this meeting and then wash his hands of the issue, making the deal he decided he had wanted months ago. He got into the back of his black town car and shut the door, directing the driver to start the long journey to the farm.

As he sat in the car, he wondered why the partition was up, as he heard singing faintly coming from the other side. He pushed the button for it to come down, to be greeted by a familiar pair of blue eyes that belonged to his best friend Steve and the back of Sam’s head.

“Oh heyyy boss. Fancy seeing you here,” Sam said keeping his eyes on the road and turning down the radio.

“Where’s Gio?” Bucky barked back.

“Oh calm down. He’s home relaxing with his family. Sam and I gave him the day off. Figured you’d need our help,” Steve said with a small shrug.

Bucky grumbled to himself something about being the boss while Steve and Sam exchanged a quick glance in the front seat before Sam spoke up again.

“Listen Boss, she’s already been through both of us. Obviously we can’t tell you how to succeed, but we can tell you what to expect going in there.”

“Plus we can remind you what we’re really here for and give you back-up none of us had the luxury of” Steve interjected, “the fact that you’ve waited this long shows you’ve got a soft spot for her, and we can’t afford to push this deal back any farther.”

Bucky knew that. He knew it was coming down to the wire “First off, I do not have a soft spot. Not since I was little, and you know that. I’d have anyone else’s head for even thinking such a thing. And second, if it’s so easy, why couldn’t you two have sealed this deal last month when you went, then? Huh?”

At that, Steve snapped his mouth shut and Sam kept his head forward, not daring to glance back at the mob boss whose jaw was clenched with anticipation.

“That’s what I thought. But go ahead, speak now or forever hold your peace, because when I go in there, I need to come out with a deal.”

He’d never let anyone besides his right-hand and number three men know how on edge he was for this meeting. He looked out the window hoping for the best and that his hard outer persona wouldn’t crack today as Sam and Steve started with their briefing.

When Sam pulled off of the pavement and onto the dirt driveway, Bucky’s eyes absorbed the rolling hills and abundant trees. It was beautiful, but nothing like his city. He enjoyed the tight spaces and routine rigidity of concrete. This was a different world. Her land was sprawling, far further than the crop fields sat. Acres for the cattle to graze and others that laid fallow. It was built over old mines. That’s why he wanted it all: for the tunnels. It would be so much easier to store and move his product, cutting transportation time and having discreet underground facilities if he could just strike a deal, but he’d finally met his match without even meeting her yet. A woman just as stubborn as him, but opposite in every other way.

Sam pulled up in front of a beautiful farm house. Modest, but chic and well cared for. Leaning against one of the posts that framed the front porch was her. Hair hidden under a cowgirl hat, well worn from work-filled days and in a flannel shirt, jeans, and boots showing even more mileage than the hat. Bucky looked out the window and let out a deep breath.

“Wish me luck, boys”

They both just nodded. A more than sufficient acknowledgment in their line of work. Bucky opened the car door and his red bottoms crunched the rocks beneath his feet as he sauntered over to her.

“Ms. Y/L/N. This has been a long time coming.”

“Indeed it has. Good to see you Mr. Barnes. And please, call me Y/N.” Her voice twanged.

Then she flashed him that smile, ugh how he hated that. She wasn’t even trying, but it made him feel an odd warmth that started deep in his chest. One that almost made it seem like it made his heart melt a little. A heart that was stuck in an ice age for as long as he could remember. Still, he couldn’t budge. He had to set an example for his men. How could he push an agenda he couldn’t fulfill? His thoughts continued to race as he stepped up to the bottom of the wooden steps leading to the porch. Not a good start with her literally having the high ground.

“Do your drivers want to come in? I don’t mind gettin’ them some refreshments while we chat.” She offered kindly. How was she so smooth? Bucky glanced back and Steve and Sam gawked at you though Steve’s window. Bucky made a mental note to have that tinted more so no one could see them embarrassing him and themselves in the future.

“No. They’re fine.” Bucky coldly, borderline spat back. “And you can call me by my name, as well, if we’re not doing last names. That’s mostly what I do with those I work closely with”

Bucky wanted to have a firm hand in these business dealings, but he wasn’t a total monster, plus, he knew in most cases, the more comfortable a client was, the more likely they’d give up benefits, sweetening up his own end of the deal. See? He was still working on wrapping you around his finger. He had this down, even if Steve and Sam didn’t think so. At least, that’s what he tried to convince himself as you nodded with a soft smile on your face and led him inside.

Bucky followed you past a living room, flanked by a functional and methodically laid out kitchen. That gave him a better idea of who he was working with: someone who meticulously planned their work environment. Someone who cared for every aspect no matter how small. Everything had a place and made sense. Nothing unnecessary was present and it seemed ergonomic, yet modern and classy, like everything about you. His gaze lingered as long as he could until he had to pull his head forward to continue following you down the hallway to your home office. Once again, practical and functional, with a few papers strewn around a laptop and your other useful desk features. You had everything you needed in arm’s reach, no need to tuck it away in drawers if you were constantly using it and you kept it organized enough that it wasn’t a stressful mess. You gestured for Bucky to take a seat on the couch across from you as you sat in your desk chair and flashed him a smile. Ugh there was that smile again, and this time it got him good and he couldn’t help but dopily smile back, not even aware of what his body was doing.

“James” oh how he hated when you called him that. Sure, it was his formal business name, but the way you said it made him grimace. Yeah, it sounded beautiful from your lips, but its use meant your weren’t close. And that’s all he wanted. Was for you to be close. Up against him, on top of him, engulfing him, drowning him. And he would happily accept that fate. Heck, he was drowning right now in these thoughts about you, but he clawed his way to the surface and shook his head to refocus as you said his name again, noticing his attention had drifted in favor to a blank stare at your lips. He knew with that slip-up, he had to regain control and take charge.

“Listen Honey, you’ve essentially been exterminating every guy I send in here and I don’t like it. All you are is sweet but somehow you’re turning down this deal like a bitter old man would” His sudden stern and almost condescending tone was a huge juxtaposition to the wonderland face you had noticed moments ago. You didn’t like that one bit. Being an independent woman who ran a successful business, you were used to men trying to stomp on you until they had their way. You didn’t stand for it with all of Bucky’s underlings and you weren’t going to stand for it now. You’d regain control and keep your calm demeanor, because you’re that much better than all these other mediocre men in business you dealt with all too often.

“First off, James. Let’s not get into extermination or pesticides. That’s far too complicated of an issue for right now, especially if you don’t understand the simple terms I so graciously asked you for. And if you wanna call something honey, you better be referring to my beehives on the south side of the property. Now, I just want to talk to you so you can see where I’m coming from” you said was a sickeningly sweet smile. He could see it didn’t reach your eyes, still filled with fire and not backing down. But dang if your tone still didn’t match the new nickname he’s given you. Sweet and thick. Bucky for the first time found himself listening to demands from another. He settled down into the couch cushions as you pulled out the contract you’d drafted yourself.

Bucky raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, fine. By all means, let’s get down to business. I wanna see what’s been giving all my men such a hard time that you’ve had to come directly to me.”

Bucky leaned forward to grab the contract from your hands. He flipped through the pages, most of it was identical to what he’d drafted, besides you inflating the numbers. He could handle that, but the last line he saw made his neck muscles go limp as he dropped his head.

“James Barnes will work and stay at the farm for one month’s time, uninterrupted, to learn the gravity, value, and hard work associated with operations.”

He should’ve known, but what was one month? If he was going rn use the mines, he may as well see all the land and livestock that could be affected if things went awry. He’s been doing this job for years, anyway. Maybe he needed the break. He’s sure Steve could control everything else, right? He wouldn’t have waited so long for this deal had he not needed the mine shafts. Your smooth voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“So… what’ll it be, James?”

He looked up at you through his lashes with a smirk you couldn’t quite read as you returned your own smirk, knowing what this meeting meant. Knowing that he wouldn’t have come in person unless he really wanted to make a deal happen.

“Sure Honey, whatever you want”

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swampstew · 8 months

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Hi there!

Can I please request a Gol D Roger NSFW 3.Subtle intimacy piece for your Captain event?

Hello :) Thank you for your request and your patience as I knock out these sexy little stories♥ You requested a spicy tale with the King of the Pirates and I give you [ Close ] while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

Oh Captain, My Captain Roger

Warnings: Spicy, heavy petting, AFAB reader getting her rocks off via penetration, size kink, belly bulge, and creampie. Teehee. Word count: 1.4K Minors Do Not Interact.

The party on the Oro Jackson had been going for hours and there was no end in sight. Drinks, food, and music flowed in abundance as the crew celebrated another win that day. The overflowing treasure chests spilled with gold coins, gold-plated dishware, jewels, and other riches from the sheer volume; and all that gold reflected the lights on deck making the atmosphere literally glow.

Crewmates hung off one another as they danced and sang along to the music, beer swishing over the edge of their mugs as they toasted repeatedly, drunkenly stumbling around the deck in sheer joy. Being a pirate was the best! Amidst the cheer and camaraderie, two members of the crew were keeping to themselves, not noticed by the others from their position on the deck.

Tucked away from the main deck, not quite hiding but also not in plain sight, you and Captain Roger were drinking and talking together in your own private bubble. The two of you had been growing closer over the last few months, these little talks becoming more personal, more vulnerable, and you were head over heels for your Captain. You needed him like fish need water to breathe. Down bad was an understatement.

You had climbed up a few stairs on the ramp to the foremast so you didn’t have to crane your neck so high to see and speak to the man. God knows you couldn’t handle being at eye level to his bare abs for so long and still keep up intelligent conversation.

Especially in such close proximity, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. The golden necklace across his pecs jingled as he laughed at your joke, his coat edges swayed, his hair and mustache slightly trembled until they all stood still when his laughter ceased.

Being so focused on his magnificent body, you hadn’t noticed that he’d been checking you out too. You finally caught him in the act as you peered up to find out why he stopped laughing. You watched as his eyes slowly travelled up your body, lingering in some choice areas before settling on your lips for a long, silent moment, until his dark pupils finally met yours.

One breath passed. Then two.

You felt his fingers graze your chin as a bold look came over his face. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to yours and you eagerly returned the affection. Roger smiled into the kiss and pushed his firm body into yours as his tongue snaked into your mouth. You placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you felt the tug of primal need bend you towards him against your own volition, not that you needed much convincing. All too willing to heed his lustful call.

The sudden outburst of laughter and cheer covered up the loud moan you let out as Roger pulled your hips to meet his, feeling his hardened cock behind his pants. With a devilish smile, he took your hand and kissed the back of it, before placing your palm over his erection.

Your breath hitched as his hand left yours, waiting for your response.

With a smile on your face you rubbed his member, earning a purr from the Captain as he leaned into your touch. He felt huge. His large hips hit against yours heavily as they bucked towards you, you almost lost your footing on the stairs.

Catching you, he leaned close to your ear and gruffly whispered, “Want to move this party to the bow?”

You squeaked out a yes. He whisked you away in a swirl of his coat, pressed against his chest as he carried you to the front of the ship, setting you on the wood railing above the forward facing canon.

“How far do you want this to go, Y/N?” he held your chin again, pupils blown with lust as he stared at you like he wanted to devour you. “I don’t want to make you—”

You cut him off with a desperate lunge at his face, latching your lips to his as you pressed your breasts into his chest. Roger hadn’t expected it and while he welcomed it, he still was startled by your sudden kiss that he hit his head on the wooden bowsprit that hung above the canon, gracefully held up by marble carved mermaids. His aching head suddenly cured by the plushness of your chest heating his up.

Roger spread your legs open and hitched up your dress, pulling you into his hips to ground himself into you. You let out a mewl at the feel of his large, rod of a cock rut into you hard enough to leave a bruise on your thighs. You head fell backwards and he took the opportunity to wrap his lips around the flesh of your neck and sucked sweetly on you.

“Mmm Captain,” you whimpered out as a particularly harsh rut nearly made you cream.

He let out a gentle laugh, “You never answered darlin’.”

“I need you inside me Captain.”

Even in the dim moonlight you could see his cheeks flushed darkly from your enthusiastic words. Shock swiped from his face, he gave you a confident grin and continued his assault on your skin down to your breasts. Suckling your tender flesh as he unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to the floor. His fingers hooked your underwear, teasingly pulling them off while his cock pressed against your core, pulling the fabric back to cover his cock with it as he pushed into your heat.

Either the fabric or his massive, engorged head stopped him from penetrating you and you weren’t sure which was the real culprit. A whine was ripped from your throat as he pulled back, taking your panties with him.

The next thing you felt was the silky feeling of his skin as his cock pressed against your core, demanding entrance. His size prevented him from sinking in – at first. He gently thrusted into you, slowly sliding himself in as your pussy stretched to fit around him. There was a burn to the stretch but you didn’t cry out in pain, you cried out in pleasure as he filled you up with swollen hardness.

Rocking into you and hitting all your sensitive spots, his tip bounced off your cervix, his balls followed up each thrust with a loud smack against your ass. The leftover length that couldn’t fit inside you was rapidly lubricated with your slick as he worked you up.

You fell backwards on your elbows as he fucked you, your breasts bounced freely with each hit of his hips against yours. His thumbs and fingertips dug into your flesh as he pounded into you, mesmerized by how much of you he could fit in his hands. The grin on his face never faltered as grinded into you, making electric sparks shoot through your veins as the heat in your lower belly grew. It peaked when you reached down to touch your clit and your hand ran down your own stomach, feeling the bulge from within move to the rhythm of his pace. With a choked scream, you clamped down on him when you came, making the Captain choke.

“Ff-fuck! Y’er so tight Y/N,” he managed to groan out, increasing his motions to bring himself over the edge.

Whimpering from the overstimulation once your orgasm faded, his cock bullied into your gummy walls seeking release. Roger’s hands grabbed your hips and jut his hips in you with long, precise strokes. Sweat rolled off his face to your chest as he came with low grunts escaping his trademark grin.

He slammed into you, spurting white all over your walls, flooding your cavern. The heat of his cum and his grinding against your cervix as he was spilling sent you into a second orgasm. Your cream mixed with his pleasure as your textured walls convulsed on his cock. A final, shrill whine left your mouth, swallowed by his lips as he kissed you through your orgasm.

Kissing you as his hands wandered down to your legs and to your feet. You felt him place something over your leg but his face blocked your view from seeing his actions. His tongue kept you in a daze as he pulled himself from your core and brought your legs together, sliding that same something over your over leg. It was your panties.

He slid them up until they sat snug around your hips. The fabric didn’t stand a chance against your mixed juices, immediately soaking through the material. With a blush, you crossed your thighs to try and stop the leaking flow. Roger winked as you and covered you with his coat, escorting you inside to put you to his bed.

#gol d. roger #gol d roger x you #roger x reader #oh captain my captain mini event #swampstew bedtime stories #swampstew #swampstew stories #gold roger

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cookiepie111 · 1 year

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The cookout

A/N: let me know who else you think would go/be invited!

Usopp- was actually invited, his cousin is hosting the party

Sanji- Invited. Was hitting on a black girl and become a plus one. He brings so much he is invited to all different kinds of parties now!

Luffy- Not invited. Still showed up, tho?? He heard the music and smelled food from down the street and walked down. Ate so much food and took to go bag. The ladies cooking were very happy he ate so much "aww he's got a healthy appetite!" They stretch his cheeks. Later, playing video games with the kids doesn't hold back when playing against the kids 😭

Zoro- Not invited. Was with luffy was also went. He's currently enjoying himself somewhere in the garden drinking laughing it up with the other older men

Brook- Invited. One the old black grampa playing chess.

jinbe - Invited. Was invited by a friend, happy to see luffy there, isn't surprised he just showed.

Ace/sabo- Invited. They knew someone. Ace is however knocked out in a bed by the end with the other litter kids.

Yamato- Invited. He's so happy to be there. Bouncing off the walls. Enjoying food and playing games with everyone. everyone loves him

Roger- Invited. An old friend invited him. "Roger, is that you!?Hahaha! Looking like 1969! Get over here!" Who let granpa on the dance floor. The most free man there, bought alcohol along. Rayleigh is his plus one.

yasopp- Is actively avoiding the party. Not only avoiding child support but his 5 baby mamas are there, he can't have them know they're all dating him (they all know)

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #sanji #sanji x reader #one piece imagine #usopp #zoro #gold d roger #yamato #one piece jinbe #yasopp #x black reader

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your-neighbor-in-the-northblue · 7 months

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Airplane ↠ Rodger x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.8k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Modern, Romance ➼ A/N » I know this timeline doesn't add up, just bear with me 💀

The Smiths blasted in your headphones as you shifted in the uncomfortable plastic chair in the airport lobby. You'd been invited to Sanji's wedding and were being flown out tonight to see him. You ran a hand through your hair out of stress and annoyance, not at Sanji, but at his "family" who had forced him into this arrangement. A frown etched itself on your face as you hoped Sanji was doing okay with all the changes suddenly being thrust into his life.

You kept telling yourself you'd be there with him in a couple of hours, but a "couple of hours" seemed to stretch longer in your head. Your leg bounced as you impatiently waited to be called. You wished they'd hurry up and board everyone already. Every second counted and you felt like you were wasting time just sitting there.

Sanji had texted you a few times to tell you about the sizeable family he was being married into, and from the way he described them, you found yourself nervous to meet the people who'd be attending the wedding with you. Every single one of them sounded awful in their own unique way.

"Give that back!" You heard a kid shout over your music as he sprinted past you. You were planning on just ignoring him but started paying more attention when you saw he was armed with a pocket knife.

"I just wanna look at it for a second!" A redheaded kid called back to him, fumbling to unfold the map he had supposedly stolen.

"It's not yours to look at!" The tiny clown started swinging the knife out at the other boy, as they ran around the lobby.

There was a group of men nearby who simply laughed at the situation in front of them. "Run Shanks! He's catching up!" One of them called out, seemingly unbothered by what was happening.

You felt your irritation grow the longer this went on. Maybe it was the length you had gone without sleep or the anticipation of attending a wedding with a bunch of abusers—either way, it didn't take long before you finally snapped at the group in question, "Hey! Pay attention to your kids!"

The group stopped laughing as they all averted their attention toward your clearly stressed and seething self. "Don't mind them!" One of them called out to you, "They've been stuck in a car together for hours, it's good for them to run around!"

If you weren't so exhausted, you might've accepted that answer from the handsome, raven-haired stranger, however, it was 4 in the morning and you couldn't be bothered with all this.

"I don't care, just control them! They're running all over the place! It's obnoxious." You shouted, before hastily shoving your headphones back in, hoping the music that blared from inside them would aid you in calming down after your initial outburst.

-X-X-X-

You were shamefully sat next to him. You felt so awkward. You had just yelled at him and now you were going to be sitting next to him for the next 12 hours of this dreaded flight.

"Hey," You started, unsure of if you should say anything or just sit there silently, "Sorry about my earlier uh—outburst."

The large man only chuckled before extending his hand out to you, "It was my fault, I'm Rodger."

You hesitantly reached out to grab his hand, shaking it you responded, "(Y/N)".

"So where are you headed?" He asked, his caramel eyes gazing at you almost adoringly. Oh, what were you saying? The man barely even knew you. You were sleep-deprived and delusional, the only way he saw you was as a stranger on the plane that maybe he'd bring up later in a bar years from now.

"Erm—A wedding?" You replied, almost unsure if you should be telling this man all your burdens.

"Oh ho! Lucky them!" He spoke excitedly, clapping loudly at the prospect.

"Yeah"

"I love weddings," He continued, "There's nothing better than watching two people you care for at their happiest."

You just nodded, it wouldn't do either of you any good if you told him that you actually weren't excited. However, he must've sensed something was off since he nudged your shoulder with his elbow and said, "Just stay optimistic, even if it's not something you're excited about."

'Optimism?' You thought. It certainly wouldn't solve Sanji's problems but if it meant he'd be given a little bit of support, then it was worth it to try. Maybe Rodger was right, what harm does a little optimism do? You smiled to yourself internally, you'd make the best out of this wedding, for Sanji's sake if nothing else.

You smiled over at him, "I'll sure try,"

"And hey," He said, handing you the napkin he'd just scrawled something on, "If you ever need someone to rant to, just call me." He winked before slumping forward and falling dead asleep in the middle of the conversation, leaving you alone with the crumpled napkin and a new mindset for the upcoming wedding.

#one piece #one piece oneshot #gold rodger #gol d. roger #rodger one piece #rodger op #rodger oneshot #gold rodger oneshot #gol d. rodger oneshot #rodger x reader #gol d rodger x reader #gold rodger x reader #modern au #one piece modern au

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lale-txt · 2 years

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LELE

i didn't really read all the rules but i guess its obvious.

A_F_K_P (SMUT) with my favorite lovely dilfs roger please (:

Be safe, bye 🤍

a/n: pspspsps come get your man! had to put him under the cut because he's a sexy menace and for nsfw reasons. enjoy my darling <3 reader is genderneutral!

A - Aftercare: What they’re like after sex

Roger will try hard not to fall asleep immediately after sex (it runs in the family). The best way to do so is for you two to take a long shower or a bath together, where he will wash your hair for you and kiss the back of your neck softly, his mustache tickling on your skin. He will hum softly when you sink deeper into his embrace, resting your head against his beefy chest and letting him pamper you. Though once you're back in bed together, he will pull you close and won’t let go of you the whole night.

F - Favorite Position

You riding him. He loves seeing you getting all worked up on his cock, struggling to take him in fully, until you finally sink down on him, a triumphant smile on your lips when he praises you for how good your tight walls clenching around him feel. This position also gives him free range to stroke your sex, making sure it’s extra pleasurable for you on top and getting you all fired up so you’ll be able to withstand once he starts thrusting…

K - Kink: One or more of their kinks

Exhibitionism. Roger is a big tease, never shying away from PDA, and more than often his hand will wander places when you’re out. Being an infamous man like he is, he loves playing with fire, getting turned on by the thought of you two getting caught while you suck him off in the corner of a dark bar or when he’s fucking you rough and fast on deck of the Oro Jackson, your crewmates just around the corner.

P - Pace: Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.

Roger has the range! When the heat rushes over you two he can make things quick and dirty, blowing off some steam which often leads to a second, more sensual round where he’s taking his time to make you cum under his fingers and tongue first before he is shoving himself inside of you again, fucking you in the most romantic way you could ever imagine. Making you feel good is always his priority, slowing down when he notices that you’re struggling too much, but also speeding up his pace when you pull him by his hair and demand more of him.

#gol d. roger #gold roger #roger x reader #roger x you #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece smut #one piece reader insert #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #alphabet requests

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justscrolling765 · 2 years

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Kuzan, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Ann: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

#one piece oc #one piece #kuzan one piece #kuzan x reader #aokiji kuzan #rouge x roger #gold d roger #Gold. D. Roger #portgas d rouge #portgas d. ace #monkey d. luffy

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sytoran · 26 days

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home is where the heart is ★ n.r

— 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ;; 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 & 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

in which your married life with natasha romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. with your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (and ultimately, very horny.)

pairing ★ sub!wife!natasha x beefy!butch!reader

chapter summary ★ twitter's sole purpose is for you to thirst over your wife, the beach is a good place to spend time with your kids, and ogle at your wife in a bathing suit, but not a great a place to have sex. (lesson learnt).

warnings ★ (MINORS DNI) - explicit content, hard stuff: beach sex, doggy style, cunnilingus, daddy kink, SO MUCH thirsting

word count ★ 4.0k (get fed gremlins)

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In tandem with Tony Stark’s spontaneity, Steve Rogers’ unending enthusiasm, and the fact that you privately owned close to twenty beach resorts in New York alone, the lot of you and your other friends had a beach outing planned for that Sunday.

After the astronomically long time it took to get your kids dressed, beach toys packed, picnic dinner prepared, and everything loaded into the car, five happy L/N-Romanoffs finally kickstart their journey to the Westview Surfers’ Beach.

“SAND!” Emilia roars maniacally, once the five of you step foot onto the sandy shore. She’s gone like the ocean breeze, sprinting into the distance, grains of sand flying everywhere.

“Sea! Sea! Sea!” Emilio is equally as excited, already by the tide of the brilliantly blue ocean, following its ebb and flow with scampering feet and delighted cries.

“Careful, Emilio!” Marina says, holding his hand, preventing her over excited brother from falling over. You can see the way she laughs along, kicking up water with her slippers.

Behind your eager children, you swing you and Natasha’s interlocked hands as you casually stroll along the beach, giving her a sweet smile.

The sand that crunched beneath your feet was earthen and dry, such a gentle hue of gold, almost as grounding as the bright smile your wife returned.

“You look heavenly,” you murmur, bringing up the underside of your wife’s palm to press a gentle kiss to it. She flushes prettily, the sundress she’s adorning doing wonders to her skin tone and curves.

Natasha returns the softness, pressing into your side as you wrap a firm arm around her waist, hand cupping the curve of her motherly hips.

“Oy, lovebirds!”

At the sound of a distinctly familiar voice, you and Natasha spin around with bemused looks. From a distance, you can see Tony with a flamingo floatie around his hips, waving comically.

Next to him, the regular gang is sprawled across three separate picnic mats, conveniently hidden from the sun under several large beach umbrellas.

Pepper is fixing up Tony’s floatie, to which Carol and Valkyrie snicker at from afar. Thor is asleep on the mats, taking up more than half the area. Laura is busy reading, with Clint probably gone to find seashells for the sandcastle Bucky and Steve are constructing. The kids make a long human chain from the shore to the sandcastle, scooping up buckets of water to make a trench.

“Aunty Y/N! Aunty Nat!” Nathaniel squeals, dropping his bucket, running over and leaping into your arms.

“What’s up, you little rascal?” you ask, laughing as the youngest Barton giggles. Natasha ruffles his head, waving at Lila.

Morgan, being the same age as Emilia and Emilio, is already chatting excitedly with them and kicking up a loud racket. Marina joins Cooper in attaining bucketfuls of seawater.

“What’s up, my favourite lesbians?” Tony calls out to you and Natasha with outstretched arms, comically ignorant to the death-glare Valkyrie shoots him.

Natasha rolls her eyes in faux annoyance, strolling past him and brightening up animatedly to chat with the ladies. You pat Tony’s back sympathetically.

Your attention flits to an impressively large sandcastle with a sculpture of a mermaid on top, hand-crafted by Steve and Bucky. Leaning closer to Tony, you whisper, “Why does the mermaid kinda look like you?”

Leaving him to splutter at his intentionally uncanny resemblance to the mermaid, with a seashell bra and an elegant tail, you look up to see Clint coming back with his arms full of seashells.

“Hi, Y/N!” He greets distractedly. In the midst of his frantic haste, Clint’s foot gets caught on a stray rock —

And the rest is a scene out of a comedy movie.

The seashells go flying out of his arms, scattering onto the picnic mat and spraying sand everywhere, Clint loses his balance and flies forward, outstretched arms knock into the sandcastle, and everyone watches in horror as Steve and Bucky’s great unfinished symphony comes crumbling down, leaving only the head of Tony’s mermaid untouched.

A quiet hush falls.

Bucky and Steve’s faces are morphed into disbelief and heartbreak, and Clint trembles in fear with sand in his mouth. Tony shudders at his beheaded mermaid, the ladies have their hands over their mouths, and Natasha fights battles in order not to burst out laughing. Thor sleeps unperturbed, and even the kids' racket has died down.

“Well,” you announce, breaking the stunned silence. “Who wants to go surfing?”

*****

As Natasha lazes in a beach chair, away from the gory scene of Steve and Bucky dunking Clint in the seawater, she watches you with a budding fire in her belly.

Standing on the sand so casually, you have your hefty surfboard tucked under one arm, and Emilio in your other. You’re speaking to him with a roguish grin, unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt flapping in the wind, tinted sunglasses pushed up to muss up your perfectly tousled hair.

“You ready to ride the waves, bub?”

“Yeah! I’m ready!”

Your wife swallows, thinking she was ready to ride something else.

Natasha crosses her legs unsubtly. It was honestly unfair, how indifferently attractive you were, like it was a state of being instead of a practised art.

Perhaps it was her love for you and the longevity of your marriage that warped her perception of sexiness, but when you were casually strolling on the beach with that chiselled abdomen on display, who was she to be blamed?

“Y/N!” Natasha calls, sitting up slightly. There’s a devious little idea blooming in the back of her mind, and she feels like taking the bait, just for today.

You look up at your wife’s beckoning, and smile widely at her. Setting Emilio down gingerly and calling him a “little rascal”, you jog over to Natasha easily.

When you flick your hair back, it glints in the sunlight, and so does the sheen of sweat under your sports bra, defining the cutting edges of your abdomen. Natasha has the criminal urge to rip off your swimming trunks there and then.

Despite your obliviousness, Natasha is more than well-aware of the stares you’re getting from young women and married women alike, momentarily disregarding their boyfriends and husbands to gawk at you.

“Damn, look at that fine specimen!”

“Ryan, why don’t you work out more?”

“There goes my heterosexuality.”

You get feasted upon hungry eyes like a slab of beef, likened to your beefiness, but it only makes Natasha’s possessiveness skyrocket.

“Hey, honey,” you say, settling on a low and inviting tone that has your wife blushing. You crouch down next to her beach chair, holding her hand in a sweet gesture. “What’s up?”

You’re close to her, so close, and she can feel the heat radiating off you, and your distinct scent, and the overwhelming senses of want and need are washing over Natasha like those tidal waves in the ocean.

But well, Natasha knew more than a few ways to rile you up too.

“I think I want to go surfing too,” she lies through her teeth, having no inclination to partake in the sport. Natasha fakes a pout all too well, knowing it’s one of your many weaknesses. “But the sun’s really hot out there, so I need some help with the sunscreen.”

It wasn’t like she’d have needed it, anyway. Just like that and you’re sold, ever the gentleman and the golden retriever, digging for the sunscreen in the duffel bag.

“Of course, honey,” you reply readily. “Is it the Banana Boat sunscreen, or is that the kids’ one? Oh wait, we have the SPF 50 one, I think that’s—”

Words trail off comically when you look back up at Natasha, gradually dying down completely.

Your wife has conveniently slid off her outer layer of a sheer white blouse, leaving her in just a matching two-piece set of an azure bathing suit. The top piece is held together with thin pieces of string, accentuating her chest in a tight cradle. The lack of coverage shows off the dip of her hips and her soft curves.

Coherent thoughts in your mindwires get severed as Natasha plays with the string on her bottom piece, nearly flashing you as the material slides down ever so slightly. Your throat dries up as her fingers trail a path over her tummy and cleavage. She plays with another bundle of string that keeps her chest barely covered, and the irresistible urge rises within you to undo it.

“My eyes are up here, y’know,” Natasha murmurs, laying on her side and looking at you through lowered lashes.

“I know where they are,” you answer hoarsely, gaze still fixated on your wife’s enticing cleavage.

The sheer amount of bare skin that Natasha is showing off has your remaining fragments of sanity falling to pieces. There’s no point even trying to hide the tent in your pants, poking uncomfortably against the fabric.

“Gonna help me lather sunscreen?” Natasha asks with a silky lilt to her voice, turning over on the beach chair.

You groan out loud when you see the curve of your wife’s ass on display, her rounded bottom barely covered by a few measly pieces of material, all held together by flimsy strings and nothing else.

“Mhm,” you respond brainlessly, uncapping the bottle and rubbing your hands with a bountiful amount of the moisture, clearly in excess.

You begin applying your wife’s sunscreen with overzealous eagerness and desire. Large hands spread unnecessarily widely as you gain coverage over the soft skin of her back, trailing up and down and smearing the white moisture over her soft skin.

“Oh, that feels nice,” Natasha says airily, a dainty little sound that causes your cock to twitch in your shorts.

The line down the middle of Natasha’s back is emphasised as she tenses and relaxes it. Like clockwork, you begin massaging your wife’s back to release the tension in her muscles.

“Y/N…” The breathy moan she lets out is pure heaven, dragged out from the depths of her throat, then lifting to a higher tone that washes over you in a sea of goosebumps.

Of course, your faux masseuse skillset is just a simple ploy to grope and knead at Natasha. Fat spills through your fingers as you spread your hands across her torso, as Natasha whines softly.

It wouldn’t take a genius to realise that the heat building between the two of you was not just due to the heatwaves under the beating, unforgiving sun.

Your frighteningly quickly-growing arousal only heightens when Natasha feels that her back is done and flips over. Face-to-face with her hefty mounds, a round belly, and the blown pupils of viridescent eyes — you lose the plot completely.

Deft hands fly to your wife’s ample assets, squeezing her hips in sinful amounts and staking your claim. “You’re so pretty, baby,” you mumble, face buried into the crook of her neck, subtly mouthing at her neck.

“Mhm,” Natasha whines in agreement, but it turns into a gasp as your fingers slip underneath the material of her bra, plucking at hardened nipples in merciless haste.

You press down onto her, flat tongue and sharp teeth, licking a broad stripe up your wife’s exposed collarbone to the tender column of her neck.

Before you can taint clear skin with raging-purple bruises, you’re pulled away with a firm grip on the back of your neck. You look back up to see Natasha gazing at you sternly.

“Let’s try not to perpetuate public sex while you are the owner of this place, with all our friends present, and the kids building sandcastles no less than ten feet away.”

Much to your disgruntlement, these factors weigh in heavily and overpower your body’s built-in “pretty-wife-need-to-worship” mechanic. Now, your shorts fill up a lot more space than need be, your shaft pressing hot and tight against your left leg, clearly visible.

You grumble, hands still clammy with sunblock, the ghost of Natasha’s warmth still interlaced between each of your fingers. “You’re a meanie,” you sulk, lust-driven adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Natasha looks at you with a wicked smile. “And you’re too susceptible, darling. Now, where’s my flask? I plan on staying plenty hydrated before watching you rough it out against the waves.”

Clearly put-off by not being able to fuck your wife in your public beach resort, you flip off a little kid who openly ogles at Natasha’s ass, much to your wife’s horror.

*****

“I’M NOT BUILT FOR THIS!” Tony screams, arms flailing, as he rides a shallow wave. His firmly implanted foot adds too much weight on the front of his neon yellow surfboard, and the over-eager man overturns comically as the current rushes.

You laugh out loud, Hawaiian shirt flapping in the wind, surfing past Tony in a smooth motion. “Stick to the flamingo floatie, little guy!”

Valkyrie barely dodges the splash Tony creates, nearly falling off her own board. “Fuck off, you cunt!” she yells, full-chested and deadly focused on the tide. From a distance in the shallower part of the ocean, a reprimanding “Language!” can be heard.

Natasha’s wading in the shallower waters with Laura, while Thor had opted to sun tan on the beach while watching the kids.

As a large wave approaches, Natasha watches with intent. Upon your wife’s new found attention, you mentally prepare yourself, determined to impress her, and perhaps get revenge for her prior ploy.

You manoeuvre deftly, putting weight on your back foot to stabilise as you approach the wave head-on. Three… two… one. You add even more weight on your back foot as you go around the back turn while gaining speed, garnering energy like a coiled spring.

As the wave reaches its full height, broad and steep, your calves release with impact, propelling up the barrel of the wave like a spring. The surfboard moves in effortless motion, anchored by your back foot, navigated by your right.

The second you reach the lip of the wave, you find the sweet spot to execute the backside tail slide. You rotate your wide-set shoulders, swiftly switching the pressure to your front foot.

Your surfboard glides off the surface for a split-second, turning mid-air — there’s a camera-worthy frame of damp hair, stray droplets, and focused eyes.

You slide back down at an oblique angle with purpose and precision, like a scene out of a movie, locking eyes with Natasha as the wave crashes behind you.

“Damn, Y/N!” Carol hoots, looking amazed as you surf back to the rest of the gang.

“That was crazy,” Steve adds, resting belly-down onto the surfboard, strikingly adorable for a hulking man.

“Gotta admit, that was pretty cool,” Tony comments, his head bobbing above the surface of the water and his surfboard nowhere to be found.

You laugh along with them, attempting to explain the technical jargon of how you did it. But as much as you appreciated your friends’ enthusiasm, there was ultimately only one person you sought validation from.

“Hi,” you say to Natasha with a stupid smile, sitting on your surfboard, having escaped the rest.

“That was very sexy of you,” your wife wastes no time in stating, as if she wasn’t five millimetres away from flashing you and killing you with her sexiness.

Natasha is stuck on the image of your damp hair flying into place like a scene out of a superhero movie, unbuttoned shirt flailing up to expose your defined back and abdomen, concentration flashing in your eyes.

“Mhm,” you hum lowly. Fire burns low in your belly as you ogle your wife in her bathing suit, pulling her closer by the underside of her thighs.

In a moment of indiscretion, your left hand slips upwards and undoes the knot on Natasha’s bathing suit, letting the material slip from your fingers.

“Y/N!” Though blocked from view of the others as it was underwater, Natasha lets out a breathy gasp and presses into you. Her cunt, already soaked before, gets even wetter at the intrusion of seawater.

“Can I claim my prize?” you ask heavily, hot pants against your wife’s ear, driving her wild with the way your fingers slip through her folds to encroach on her entrance.

In no time at all, two of your fingers are at Natasha’s cunt, feeling slick even underwater, and you push in—

“Group picture!” Steve yells from a distance, as you and your wife effectively leap apart in the water, the heated moment dissipated into thin air.

But it lingers, the arousal, swimming in the back of your consciousness as you smile for a group selfie. Bucky’s arm is around you but you thank the heavens for hiding your erection under the water.

You can tell Natasha feels the same, eyes locking on you even after Steve successfully takes the group picture. (After many attempts.)

“I’m gonna go check on the kids,” Natasha finally says, gesturing back as if she was going to walk back to shore. She’s expectant, waiting.

“And I think I’m gonna go check with her!” you add, chuckling awkwardly, beckoning backwards with your thumbs.

“Okay,” Steve says disbelievingly, eyes glimmering with knowing and just a little amusement. Tony is much less subtle in his sniggering, and Clint looks horrified at the prospect of doing it at the beach.

Tony claps you on the back as you walk past. “Use protection,” he whispers, and you fumble out a haphazard response.

*****

Turns out, you and Natasha don’t even make it to a completely secluded area before you’re half-undressed and panting.

And maybe that’s half the thrill, hidden in a secluded beach cave, with regular people roaming around just outside. You’re pressed skin-to-skin with each other and tuning out everything else.

You groan as you snap the strings of Natasha’s bathing suit off, finally, finally. Teardrop tits bounce in place, shaking with the impact of how hard you jerk against your wife, unbearably uncomfortable in the constraints of your boxers.

Natasha takes mercy on you, helping you to tug down your Calvin Clein briefs, watching with heady arousal as your shaft slaps against your six-pack, red and raw and leaking.

“Hurry up,” Natasha whines, bending over and clutching at a stray rock, ass in the air as she exposes her leaking cunt to you.

“Fuck, baby,” you groan, grabbing onto her ass and slapping it just because you can. You sink deep into your wife, warmth and relief enveloping you as you bury yourself inside her.

The first thrust is like heaven, feeling the pulse and push of Natasha’s walls as she accommodates to take your size, stretching to a familiar extent because you’d made a nest in there for yourself.

The second thrust takes you there, an insurgent amount of slick coating your cock, flooding the path you proceed to pummel into. “Natty,” you whine, groping at her ass and pulling it closer to you, hilt-deep with no signs of stopping.

“Mhm, daddy,” Natasha moans, walls fluttering around you as you pull out, trying to stop your escape. But then you thrust forward, again, warm and full and deep, and your wife wails beneath you.

Natasha lets this velvet sound from her throat, silky and coated in honey as she breathes reinvigorated life into your arousal.

“Fuck,” you growl, rutting your hips with more rigour. Natasha whines, wrists suspended behind her back with one of your hands as you have your way with her.

“Baby I’m gonna come,” you gasp, virility cloaking the way your abdomen presses up against Natasha, left hand encircling her neck to bring your hot mouth up to hers.

You’re hardly embarrassed for how fast you’re barrelling towards climax, as Natasha is in much more of the same position. She’s panting your name, clutching at the rocks with hard sand digging into her feet. Your cock nudges and prods into her sweet spots effortlessly, the result of countless sex experiences.

“M-me too,” she responds breathily, breaking off into a whine as you press heated, open-mouthed kisses along the line of her back, tasting the salt and sweat on your tongue.

Pleasure blossoms in your lower torso, creeping up the base of your shaft and working its way upwards. Hot arousal overflows from its constraints, and your teeth sinks into your bottom lip as you come, quick and hot and messy.

“Oh!” Natasha moans, high-pitched and sensitive, as you pluck at her ruby-hard nipples. It only takes a few more thrusts for her to reach release, dripping down your cock and her thighs.

“Mhm, nhn—” As your wife raises in pitch and volume, you stuff three fingers into her open mouth, giving her something to suck on and remain quiet. You continue with gentle thrusts, feeling thick white liquid flow out the side of Natasha’s ruined cunt.

“Needa taste you,” you suddenly grunt, hips bumping into Natasha’s ass. She babbles her agreement, despite being half-conscious in a state of post-orgasmic pleasure.

Easily, you lift Natasha and set her down onto the sandy shore of the beach cave, where the tide is low and washes over your feet gently.

It’s a change of pace, a gradual end to your savage ravaging, slow and sensual, where the water meets the sand. You lower yourself between Natasha’s spread thighs, lips slightly parted and dripping with need.

Natasha swallows audibly, right hand twisting into your tousled hair, looking at you through hooded eyes and lowered lashes.

Words are left unspoken between the two of you, the tension speaking for itself, as you retain eye contact while lowering your mouth onto Natasha’s pulsing cunt.

You take your last breath of the fresh sea salt air and summer breeze before drowning in unbridled desire. As if making out passionately, you eat your wife out, switching between licking and sucking.

Poetry is written between the lines — the lilt of Natasha’s hitched breath, the crease of her thighs where your fingertips drag across, the shallow water that wades over your feet in a cool decrescendo.

Your head dips down once more, warm and wet, and the sun melts into the horizon, glazing golden and liquid orange.

With your tongue lodged fully inside your wife’s pussy, marking your inability to breathe, and wide hands spread firmly over Natasha’s thighs, the two of you converge in saintly devotion, hushed worship falling from her lips.

“Please, just like that, please, daddy, please.”

Just like that, and the ocean swallows you whole, taking you under Natasha’s hold inescapably. Your name is said in a breathless cry, lilting and pronounced, and you shudder between her clenched thighs.

“Nat?”

“Yeah?”

“I think there’s ocean water up my asshole.”

“Yeah, I got some sand up my vagina too.”

*****

and that's chapter two of 'hiwthi'! how did yall feel about the introduction of the rest of the cast? i personally enjoyed writing the build-up scenes the most. (sunscreen and surfing!) and for those keen on expanding the family dynamic, i'll be building on that in the next chapter!

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biteofcherry · 1 year

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Does mafia!Steve's Reader ever get jealous? Maybe there's a businesswoman or mafia related one that Steve has to have meetings with and reader gets jealous?

Nesting

Not an inch away

mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings for the part below: some angst; soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; arranged/forced relationship;

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You shouldn't care. You really shouldn't, you tell yourself as you watch Steve open the restaurant door for that other woman to enter.

A woman that looks stunning in a body-clinging white dress and killer heels, not a single thing out of place in her confident persona.

She tilts her head and smiles at Steve, who reciprocates with one of his most charming smiles - one that gets you weak in the knees when he flashes it at you.

He told you he'd be home late because he has boring business meetings to attend to, so you talked your bodyguards slash enablers - Natasha and Yelena - to go to the movies and for some greasy food afterwards.

It's pure coincidence that the spot you picked for your snacking was opposite of a fancy restaurant to which Steve took this woman.

You know plenty of women have successful businesses, but you don't think a mob boss of Steve's caliber would actually do any business with one of them. In a romantic restaurant at that.

Natasha's face is perfectly impassive at the sight, but Yelena cringes as if she feels bad for you for seeing this.

You tell yourself that it shouldn't matter. This whole arrangement, one practically forced upon you after Steve found out about your pregnancy, is one you wanted out of at first, right?

The elegant, shiny ring on your finger, which you grew to love and often looked at with a fond smile, now reminded you of the cage Steve trapped you in. Gold, pretty cage.

With how intense and dotting Steve was, you actually believed the cage could become a warm house, with a faithful, loving husband.

Seemed you were going to become a cliche, instead. A wife to produce heirs to a mafia king, while he fucked around with whomever he desired.

Perhaps you should walk into the restaurant, make a scene, throw a drink in Steve's face. Throw it at that woman's white dress.

But you only clench your hands on the paper bag with takeout you bought to eat at home (your pregnancy is turning you into a bottomless pit). You straighten your back and keep your head up high as you march to the car and get inside, Natasha and Yelena slipping inside soundlessly.

Yelena tries to say something, explain Steve's actions, but you tell her you're not interested.

"I don't care." You announce as coldly as you can, quite proud that your voice doesn't crack with how hurt you feel inside.

At home you devour your food. And some chocolate muffins that you baked in the morning. Each bite as delicious as heavy, your stomach revolting with the bitter jealousy and anger at the thought of what Steve was up to.

Are they having a romantic dinner and smiling at each other across the table? Is he sliding his hand up her thigh and under her dress? Does he make her come silently in front of all the patrons?

Will he take her to a hotel room, or one of his apartments that he owns all around the city, and fuck her into a screaming mess?

Will he fuck her better than he did you last night... yanking a fistful of your hair as he wrecked you into a dripping mess and praised you, A good little wife, taking all of me so well.

Ripping apart another muffin, you decide on your next step. You know running away wouldn't work. For one, you have two guards, who may be friendly, but still were loyal to Steve and what he said triumphed over whatever you wanted.

Secondly, even if you managed to slip out, Steve would find you. And he'd drag you back into the cage and the life he builds with you beside him.

You can't leave the penthouse, but you can make yourself a safe space in one of the free guest rooms.

Since Steve's dipping his dick in other woman's cunt, he doesn't need you sleeping beside him.

You definitely don't want to touch him when he reeks of other woman's perfume. You don't even want to see him.

So after you drag most of your stuff from the main bedroom and hastily put it in the closet in your new room, you close the door. Just in time, because less than ten minutes later the echo of firm footsteps resounds.

You flip a book open, trying to focus on the printed words and not on the way your heart hammers in your chest as you hear Steve's footsteps aiming for the main bedroom.

A vicious part of you hopes that he is a shocked, seeing that you're not there.

Not in the huge bed, naked under soft covers, waiting for your husband lord and master to throw you a crumb of his attention.

The emotionally heaving part of you shudders in sobs at the image of Steve simply not minding that you're not there.

Maybe he's only a little surprised, but brushes it off and simply takes a shower to wash off the remnants of that woman's arousal and his own sweat. Then he'll get into bed and fall asleep sated, uncaring for your state as long as you obediently stayed inside.

You rub at your eyes, cursing the tears away. You shake your head and try once again to focus on the words you're reading.

But then, after a long stretch of silence, footsteps sound through the space. A creaking of door being open. Then another. Slowly moving towards where you are hidden.

Your heart rate increases, fingers trembling against the paper pages of your book.

You take a breath, willing yourself to remain calm and not show Steve how hurt you are. Play it the way mob bosses wives in movies and tv shows do it - cold and indifferent, an armor around you, so nothing can prickle you.

The door to your claimed room opens and Steve stands there in the doorway in all his stormy glory.

He frowns, seeing you sitting stiffly on the bed.

He walks inside. Sleeves of his suit jacket are pushed up, showing his forearms and twirls of tattoos. He braces his hands on his hips and gives you a look that's a combination of concern and blatant anger.

"Can you explain what's the meaning of all this?" Steve's voice is thick and raspy.

You swallow, but shrug nonchalantly as if his heated gaze isn't bothering you.

"I thought it's better to leave the main bedroom, in case you brought your companion home for the night." You say and return your gaze to the book, fighting the urge to wave him away with a dismissive gesture.

"What?" Steve's frown deepens, actual confusion showing on his face.

"I'm not sure your mistress would like seeing me there. Might ruin the mood." You lift your head and sneer at him. "So I simply made it easier for you."

"I have a mistress now?" Steve raises a single brow, remaining calm while everything inside of you was boiling.

You snap your book closed and slam in onto the bedside table. With a little huff you get off the bed and stomp over to Steve.

"No need to lie." You scoff. "I saw you. With her. Didn't know mob business meant taking beautiful women to expensive restaurants."

You push at his chest in anger, but Steve's strong, muscled body doesn't even sway at your outburst. So you push at him again, unsuccessfully, but at least you get to unleash some of your fury.

"Just do me a favor and don't bring any of your whores home once the baby is here. Stay in one of your apartments, or allow me to move into one."

You can't hold off tears anymore and as some pour out, trickling down your cheeks, you clench your hands into fists and slam them against Steve's chest.

Steve's fingers wrap around your wrists, a tight, almost painful hold that keeps your hands bound to his chest.

"You are not going away from me." He declares, a definite order.

His eyes darken, a flash of lethal danger he rarely directed at you.

"In any form." He ads, obviously meaning you switching bedrooms.

Slowly, Steve's face lightens up. Twinkles appear in his eyes and it makes another wave of annoyance surge through you.

He keeps your wrists locked in one of his hands as he uses the other hand to cup your cheek.

"Any moving you're going to do is along with me." He says and tries to lean his forehead against yours, but you pull your head back.

Steve sighs.

"Which is why," he forces you to maintain eye contact with him, "I had a meeting with Camilla. She's a real estate agent who works for me on renovating a house that I bought for us. For our family."

His words make you speechless. A house? Someplace where you'd feel more free and where your kids could run in glee.

Still, you remain suspicious. You want to assume it's just a crafty lie, you're sure Steve's good at those.

"The Infinite is a rather romantic place to talk construction." You narrow your eyes.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. He lets go of your wrists to wrap both his arms around you, pulling you close to him despite your attempt to squirm away.

"Jealous little bird." He hums and slides one of his hands up to grip the back of your neck.

"In my line of work-" Steve leans closer, his nose tracing the line of your jaw, hot breath tickling your skin making you shiver-

"I manipulate people. Some with threats, some with sugar. And some, like Camilla, with never voiced promise of something they wish for."

Steve's soft snicker puffs across your cheek at your sneer. His lips travel toward your lips. You close your eyes at the intensity of his blue irises and the way your body reacts to the touch of his mouth against yours.

"A restaurant dinner gave her that little spark that will make her work her ass off to grand me all my wishes regarding our house. Even though not once have I even brushed an inch of her body with my fingers."

"It also happens-" the tip of Steve's tongue licks over your bottom lip, his hand starts pulling up the hem of your nightgown- "that I know how to manipulate my wife's body, so she sweats out all that jealousy and anger while she creams on my cock."

Your tiny, needy whimper makes him chuckle in dark victory.

"That what you need, huh?" He grips your buttock and kneads it. "Should I fuck you braindead every day, so that your mind doesn't come up with silly ideas?"

"It wasn't silly." You try to defend your earlier outburst, but it comes out breathy and weak.

"Thinking I could be interested in anyone else when I have your sweet, ripe body at my disposal. Absolutely ridiculous." Steve flashes you a wolfish grin.

He lifts you up suddenly, forcing your arms and legs to wrap around him. His fingers slide from your ass to dip between your thighs as he turns around and walks out of the room.

"You're coming back to our bedroom." He growls a command.

"I'm going to keep you naked and full of cum for the next few days, so it really sinks in that neither of us is stepping away from this marriage. Ever."

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strawberry lemonade

Sanji x LuffyOlderSister!Reader

the waiter walked over the table holding the plate of bread, "Hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food." He said annoyed, his hand stuffed into his pockets as he placed the plate of bread onto the table

“My name is Sanji. What can I get for you?” Sanji said, looking at the table his hand in his pockets.

Luffy grabbed the bread plate. "One of everything, please," he said. [Y/n] shook her head, smiling at her always-hungry little brother who could eat a whole buffet and still ask for seconds.

The waiter approached the table with a friendly smile and a suggestion: "May I interest you in one of our signature cocktails to elevate your dining experience?" As he spoke, [Y/n] swiftly and deftly took one of the warm rolls from the basket in the center of the table. Luffy was taken aback and protested with a playful "Hey!" [Y/n] responded by sticking out her tongue, teasingly. She then tore off a piece of the warm, crusty bread and popped it into her mouth, savoring the flavor.

As she looked up, her gaze met the waiter's. Her heart skipped a beat as she noticed his flirtatious smile. "My apologies, madam. I didn't see you there. Would you like to start with an apéritif?" he asked, still smiling at her.

Her face turned bright red. "We have some rare Micqueot vintages in stock," he said, trying to impress her. "Or maybe you'd prefer a glass of Umeshu?" He continued to stare at her, captivated by her beauty.

The moment he flashed a flirtatious smile, her heart raced like a horse galloping on a race track. He leaned towards her and whispered, "You know, something sweet for someone sweet," causing her cheeks to flush with a bright red hue, reminiscent of a freshly picked ripe strawberry. She couldn't explain why she felt so nervous around him all of a sudden, her heart pounding relentlessly against her chest as if it wanted to break free.

He watched her intently, his gaze unwavering as she averted her eyes and looked down. Her cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as she fiddled with the gold Roger coin around her neck, a precious keepsake that Shanks had given her and Luffy when they were children.

He smiled at her and she looked up for a moment, smiling sheepishly as they locked eyes. Usopp clears his throat and says, "Waiter, can I get a beer and something for my friends?" He tells the waiter ordering the drinks, "Two beers. I usually have three, but…" He said,

"Water." Nami said looking at him.

„And a milk." Luffy interrupted, "Three beers and a milk. a water. And, uh, for madam?" Sanji asked, his gaze once again falling on [Y/n] looked up at him and blushed, "U-Um, I would strawberry lemonade and a cup of strawberries," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness. He smiled at her and said, "Right away." just as he left to walk towards the kitchen.

[Y/n] hid her face in her shirt while the other crew members chuckled, Luffy looked towards his older sister playfully. "Y/n's gotta boyfriend," He teasingly said to her. "S-Shut up!" She whispered shouted, elbowing him in the arm before, as the Sanji brought out her drinks. He smiled, at her as he placed the strawberry lemonade in front of her, along with the side of strawberries. Sending her a wink as he did so, her heart almost seemed to stop and her soul could've left her body.

"Y/n's gotta boy-" [Y/n] grabbed some meat on a stick, and shoved it into her brother's mouth silencing him.

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Roger and Jessica Rabbit Effect

Buggy Headcanon. Buggy x Reader

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Prequel <<<

• This Goofy Motherfucker definitely has a hot wife no one knows about-

• As his personal seamstress you tailor his clothes and make his costumes for all his best costumes. However he adores you, You are his everything.

• Buggy never talks about you, for good reason since he doesn't want any eyes to fall onto you and put you in a dangerous spotlight. Many Pirates didn't talk about their S/O and it was always smart to not to.

• You however were fairly ignorant of the pirate food chain. So you did gush about your husband but no one knew exactly who he was- some mysterious drifter that seemed to appear and disapear like the wind.

• It being a total accident how you were discovered.

• The Strawhat Pirates of course were the ones to discover you by accident when they landed in a small island in need of fabric for the ship sails. The dock master telling them your shop most likely had the fabrics needed.

• Once in your shop you treated them kindly and ignored the obvious flirting from Sanji who was enamored by you.

• "I have just the fabric for your ships" You said cheerfully, not noticing Zoro who was staring hard at the gold necklace that hung around your neck.

• "You're associated with the Buggy Pirates-" Zoro stated as he pointed to the necklace seeing Buggy's Jolly Roger stamped on ots pendent.

• "Hm? Oh I suppose, I'm not apart of the crew or anything but my husband is" You say cheerfully as you pull out some bundles of fabric.

• "Your husband?" They all question now highly interested, Such a pretty person like you being married to anyone apart of Buggy's crew was surprising.

• You giggle at their curious faces finding it adorable. "Yes my Husband, The Captian himself Buggy"

• "..."

• "YOURE BUGGY'S WIFE!?!" They all scream in total terror at how You could be married to that juggling buffoon

• Sanji has an crisis in the corner of your shop as he tries to figure out how he is still single yet Buggy the Clown is married to a hottie!?

• "D-Did he brain wash you? Threaten you?" Nami begs, Holding your hand like you needed some form of comfort.

• "No?- of course not" You say confused and raising a brow at the young pirates all so confused.

• "But you're so pretty, and Nice?-" Usopp points out.

• "Well he's very romantic and sweet" You gush, the youthful pirates staring at you with a deadpan stare.

• "Buggy- Romantic and Sweet?" They all say in disbelief unison.

• "That and he makes me laugh"

• Blushing you go on to explain how loving your sweet husband was, how even though he was out to see most of the time at sea he would constantly send gifts, love letters and more. The crew in shock at this.

• You were such a sweet person, the Strawhats all couldn't help but adore you. Even offering them dinner which they didn't refuse and spending a night in the spare rooms of your home above the shop-

• Seeing the photos of you and Buggy together also adding as a confirmation of your stories. By morning you sent them on their way in new clothes some fabrics for the ships sails, and some leftovers you insisted they take.

• "You kids have a safe journey!" You chime out as the group leaves waving bye and even a few giving some hugs goodbye. Luffy smiling widely at you as you wave to him-

• "Oh before I forget. Would you mind giving this to Buggy next time you see him? You seem to run into him a lot" You say cheerfully as you hold out a blue wrapped box to the young Captian.

• Luffy smiled at this as he took the small box and pocketed it.

"Of course Mrs (Y/N)!" He said cheerfully skipping away with the rest of the crew to return to sea.

• It would be about a month before they crossed paths with Buggy-

• "Straw Hat!!" Buggy yelled as he saw them, his head floating from his body in normal flashy fashion.

• After a mild confrontation were as per usual Buggy got his ass handed to him, The Strawhats were about to leave when Luffy remembered something.

• "Oh- By the way Mrs (Y/N) told us to give you this and-" Luffy says calmly as he reached into his pockets remebering the gift box you handed him- Buggy's whole body going as stiff as a board as he turns to the strawhats with his pupils as small as possible and his body seeming to come apart at the seams.

• It was the first time Luffy or anyone felt a threatening Haki from Buggy starting to drip out like a dam about to burst, in seconds the Clown was holding Luffy by his shirt with a great force.

• Zoro hand started to rest on their weapons as for the first time in a long time Buggy looked- Threatening?

• "Who told you about (Y/N)" Buggy hissed dangerously- Luffy gearing up for another fight one far more serious but then he saw it-

• Buggy was angry/scared and thinking they were a threat to your safety. Luffy pulling out the gift box calmly and smiling.

"Don't worry your secret is safe"

• Buggy stared at Luffy before his free hand took the box and dropped the Strawhat pirate, quickly tearing open the blue box and looking inside. His eyes softening as he saw a new set of gloves inside and a bandana. Slipping off his worn white gloves for the brand new set you'd sown. As well as reading the scribbled note you'd left for him- A crooked smile on his lips at your handwriting and the terrible Nickname you gave him. 'Buggy Boo'

• He glares at the Strawhats his normal fashion. "GET OUT OF HERE STRAWHATS!' He yelled loudly stomping his food dramatically

• A thought crossing all their minds-

• 'Has he been just goofing off this whole time to keep you safe?-"

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