#op fic

[harudnae]

Time to slowly get back into fandom! (I still suck at being social but I'm working on it, please bear with me.)

Here's a gift for @taraneedspizza!

Also posted on AO3 on 2024.04.20

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Roger x Rayleigh x Gaban x AFAB!GN!Reader, the focus is on x Reader ships

Summary: Shanks and Buggy run around and make you trip over yourself. Your lovers relay themselves to take care of you while you're injured.

Content warnings: polyamory, found family, hurt/comfort, fluff & smut, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, sex, squirting, creampie, Reader wears a dress for smut convenience but no pronouns are used.

Word count: 5.3k

Careful, adj. :

marked by wary caution or prudence

marked by attentive concern and solicitude

marked by painstaking effort to avoid errors or omissions

exercising or taking care

❤️‍🩹 Careful

You briefly glance behind you when you hear the cabin boys' laughter echoing across the decks. You smile to yourself, happy to see them eager for a new day.

Shanks bumps into you, throwing a quick "Sorry!" over his shoulder.

Buggy runs by you as well, but you manage to avoid collision with a quick step to the side.

"Careful, boys!", you yell after them.

They throw you a hurried "Aye, aye" and slow down just a bit, happily trotting away.

You shake your head, fondly exasperated, and join the rest of the crew for breakfast in the galley.

Rayleigh and Gaban assign chores afterwards as usual, and everyone scurries off to their posts.

You’re halfway to your own when you hear the cabin boys’ laughter again. You wonder what they're up to this time, but you’ve got work to do so you figure you’ll find out later on.

Hurried steps behind you give away their whereabouts, and Shanks runs past you fast enough that your dress flies up around your knees.

You adjust your stance in his wake, but fail to notice the other boy running by your other side.

Buggy’s hand catches in the fold of your dress, and he pulls you around, effectively throwing you off balance.

You trip over your feet and fall with a yelp. You wince and writhe on the wooden floor, stunned by a sudden burst of pain in your ankle.

Buggy crouches next to you. "Hey, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

You take a deep breath and wait for the fog in your brain to dissipate.

Shanks comes beside you too, a worried frown across his forehead. "(y/n)? Are you hurt?"

Another deep breath, and you finally manage to exhale a strained "Shit." You inhale again, and you try to get up. Another burst of pain drags a pained yelp out of your throat. "Fuuuuck–" You pant. "I need to see Crocus. Now."

Buggy's mouth seals shut while his eyes go wide as saucers.

Shanks pales and swallows. "Okay. Okay. I'll get someone." He scrambles up to call for help, and eventually comes back with Gaban.

Buggy hasn't said a word since you mentioned the doctor. He's still kneeling by your side, posture stiff and gaze bewildered.

Gaban slides a hand under your arm and helps you up. "There, there. What happened?"

"Kids were running. Bumped into me. Ow–" You wince when you stand and your ankle twists a bit with the movement. "Holy shit, that hurts."

Buggy quietly gets up, and follows Shanks and the rest of you to the infirmary.

Crocus examines you, earning a couple of undignified yelps when he manipulates your ankle. "It's sprained", he diagnoses once he's done, "I'll splint that ankle and give you painkillers, but what you need for the next couple of days is rest." He turns to Gaban. "Can you bring (y/n) back to–"

"Hey Crocus, do you still have some of that burn sal–" Rayleigh cuts himself as he enters the infirmary, pressing a wet cloth against his hand. "What happened ?"

"Sprained ankle", Crocus says, motioning towards you.

Rayleigh tilts his head and glances at the cabin boys. "How ?"

Shanks pulls his straw hat over his head, concealing the tears he tries his best to blink away.

Buggy hunches his shoulders. "We were running and we made (y/n) fall."

Rayleigh scowls at them and heavily sighs.

"What happened to you?" You motion towards Rayleigh's hand when he raises an inquiring eyebrow.

"I was helping in the kitchen. Burned myself on a hot plate. Nothing serious."

You shrug. "Still hurts."

"It'll be gone faster", Crocus says as he gets up. He rummages through a cabinet, then throws a pot of ointment to Rayleigh. "Twice a day until it's gone. Too much won't help more than making sure it soaks in."

"Aye, aye." Rayleigh turns back to the cabin boys. "I sure hope you're proud of yourselves."

Shanks stiffens and tightens his grip over the hem of his hat.

Buggy grits his teeth and nods the affirmative.

Gaban pats the boys' shoulders. "Well I hope you've learned your lesson."

Buggy lifts teary eyes towards you. "We're really sorry you got hurt because of us."

Shanks nods the affirmative, salty drops freely falling down his cheeks. "We promise we'll be more careful."

Your gaze softens, but you figure the lesson will stick better if the boys understand that you're really hurt, so you don't say a single word. You simply sigh and nod the affirmative.

The kids exchange a worried glance.

Rayleigh grabs both of them by the collar and drags them outside for extra chores.

Gaban frowns in their wake. "You're too hard on them."

Crocus huffs. "Serves them right." He sits back next to you with what he needs to brace your ankle. "Supplies are limited, and I've got enough on my hands as it is: I don't need to treat the result of friendly fire too!"

You roll your eyes. "It's alright, I'll be okay in a few weeks just like you said. I just want them to remember what happened, so they're more careful later on."

Gaban shrugs and exhales an unconvinced hum. "Meh, anyway. You–" He points a finger at you. "–take it easy for a few days, I'll get your chores reassigned while Crocus treats you and then I'll take you back to your cabin. Good?"

Warmth spreads in your chest. "Sure, thanks."

Crocus makes quick work of immobilizing your ankle, and he provides a pair of crutches to help you up and around. "Do not set your foot on the floor until three days from now. No weight on it, no pressure, nothing."

"Aye, aye."

"You'll need help for showers and such, but I believe you'll find that easily?" He throws you a knowing look and a smirk.

Your cheeks heat up a little, and you smile back. "Yes, thank you. Anything else, doc?"

"Come see me in four days, I'll examine you again and I'll see when you can start physical rehabilitation. The sooner the better, if you want to get back in shape fast."

"Aye, aye."

"Now, don't go wandering around on your own and wait for Gaban here. I'm going to give you more painkillers, too." He rummages in another cabinet and fetches some herbs and a couple of vials. "You've got enough in your system for a few hours, I'll have someone bring you the rest later on. One spoon of the preparation I'll make you, one glass of water to wash it down, every four hours if it hurts, less often if it doesn't. Clear?"

"Crystal: one spoon, one glass, four hours. Thanks, Crocus."

"Bah. I'd rather be preparing more salves and other daily things, but a couple of brats decided I didn't have enough backlog", he deadpans.

You shake your head and huff a small laugh.

Gaban comes by a while after, beaming. "Your chores are taken care of until further notice!" He sits beside you and leans in, murmuring with a conspiratory air. "Roger volunteered."

Your eyebrows shoot up. "Oh, that's nice."

"Captain's pet."

You slap his arm with the back of your hand. "Oh, come on."

He grins. "Just kidding. But it was worth mentioning."

You huff a laugh. "True. Help me up, would you?"

"Yep. Hold onto me." He opens his arms, and closes them around you when you brace your arms around his neck. He lifts you up and supports you with one arm while he grabs your crutches with his other hand.

You throw a "Thanks, doc" behind your shoulder when you leave the infirmary, and you try to get used to the crutches. Your arms hurt a little from being used in an unusual way, and you're relieved when you're finally back to your cabin. You sit on your bed and set the crutches aside, within reach. You lift your legs up and stretch the healthy one, still wary of the injured one.

Gaban sits beside you and helps you comfortably lay on the bed. He tucks a pillow under your calf, making sure no weight or tension remains on your ankle. Then he places a hand across your other leg, gently squeezing. "Are you going to be alright? Do you need anything else?"

You lay your hand across his thigh. "You're such a sweetheart."

He tilts his head to the side. "That's just me taking care of you." His fingers trail up, skirting a little under your dress. "Nothing more." His cheeks glow a shade darker, but you can tell he's just mindlessly seeking more contact, and he's really doing it without giving it much thought.

That doesn't change how his bare hand across your skin, his voice and the innuendo beneath affects you, though it was probably unintentional. Your breath catches in your throat when warmth pools in your gut, and you only barely manage to restrain an undignified sound.

Gaban raises an eyebrow and grins. "Unless you want me to take care of you another way ?"

You pretend to glare, but you know the way your gaze flickered to his lips just now already gave you away.

Gaban's smile widens. "What do you want, love?"

Your cheeks heat up and you bite your lower lip. You glance down and wriggle your healthy ankle, slightly pouting. "I can't do shit like this."

"Who said you had to do anything?"

You uncomfortably shrug. "It's not fair."

"Who said that? I get off plenty watching you get off", he huskily says, his other hand running up inside your other thigh.

You shiver under his touch, warm and gentle, so, so careful. Your insides twitch when his large hands squeeze around your thighs and you instantly know your underwear are done for. "Oh, fuck."

"Need something, babe?"

"Kiss me", you breathe out.

Gaban scoots closer, removing his hands from your thighs only to grab your face and pull you in for a fierce kiss.

You sigh into his mouth and moan around his tongue as it slides between your lips.

You're positively breathless when he finally leans back, wearing a confident smile on his glistening lips. "Anything else?"

You half-heartedly glare, but a small moan gives you away. "Maybe", you concede. "Wanna put that smart mouth to good use?"

Gaban's cheeks flush a shade darker and his smile falters just a bit before he heartily nods. "Oh, yeah." He leans back and slides his hands under your dress to slide your underwear down." Naughty", he huskily comments when he pulls the garment away and finds it soaked.

You lightly pout. "Is that a complaint?"

He softly laughs. "Nope." He removes his glasses and sets them aside a little further on the bed.Then he lays his face down between your thighs, he hooks your legs above his broad shoulders and his hands around your hips, keeping you steady beneath him while he dives in tongue first.

You're thankful Gaban's muscular back provides support for your sprained ankle because the first swipe of his tongue elicits a full body shudder. One of your hands tangles in his curly hair, keeping him close.

He exhales a delighted hum into your folds when his tongue dives inside you, earning a soft encouraging groan. The wet muscle pokes in again, avidly exploring and tasting you.

You moan louder and it's becoming increasingly difficult not to writhe around under Gaban's delicious ministrations. You can tell an orgasm is building up pretty fast by the way your inner walls squeeze around his tongue and your clit throbs against the tip of his nose where it presses against you, and you cast a pleading glance down when Gaban's tongue recedes, leaving you hot, bothered, and fluttering around nothing.

Gaban's eyes shine with mischief when he dives back in to suck your clit. He holds your gaze while he unlocks the arm that's not supporting your sprained ankle, and he watches you intensely while he slides two fingers in, up to the last knuckle.

"Oooh, fuck." Your eyes roll back and flutter shut, and the moan that leaves you next is downright sinful. You glance down again and bite your lower lip at the view.

Gaban is focused on you alone: his eyes trained on your face, his fingers spreading either across your skin to keep you steady or inside you spreading around your juices, his mouth is diligently sucking and licking the swollen length throbbing under his tongue. And with all that, crinkling eyes and lips turned upwards, eyes shining with mirth…

You card your hand deeper into his mane and moan. "You're so– ngh– so handsome..." You rub your fingertips against his scalp, earning a low groan. You dig your other hand into Gaban's hair and pull him right where you want him, pressing your hands harder into his head.

Gaban slides his fingers out only to put three of them back in. He growls in response to the sound you make then, and when your cunt squeezes around his fingers in turn he curves them just right and starts thrusting them.

"Ooh... Fuck, fuck–" You pull Gaban against your core, gently digging fingernails harder into his skull. He growls around your clit again just as he sucks it harder and rubs his tongue underneath, and it's enough to tip you over the edge of your climax. You cum with a wail and a choked curse at the back of your throat, holding onto Gaban for dear life while he keeps eating you out and fingerfucking you until you settle down.

He finally recedes with a contented sigh when you slump down and release your hold on his hair. He licks his glistening fingers and lips and offers you a playful smile.

You return him a dopey grin and a light laugh.

Gaban cautiously lays you back down on the bed and gets a wet cloth to clean you up. Afterwards he considers putting your underwear back on, but he scrunches his nose when he remembers the state it's in.

You chuckle behind him. "Your fault."

"Ehh, guilty." He shrugs, then he retrieves clean underwear into your closet and helps you get dressed up again.

You pull him in for a kiss. "Thanks."

He rolls his eyes, then kisses your forehead. "Of course." He stands up and quickly glances around, making sure you've got everything you need within reach. "I gotta go on laundry duty, but if you need anything just yell, I made sure there's always someone nearby."

You reach out for his hand and give a gentle squeeze. "I love you."

He grins wide. "Me too."

You use the occasion to read a book you've been postponing for a while. You're glad you finally get some time to dive into it, and you only stop reading because your eyes are starting to get tired. You feel a little lonely too, now, but fortunately it's around lunchtime, and Roger soon brings you a tray.

"Hey", he breathes out as he comes in, uncharacteristically quiet. His gaze follows your stretched leg, finds your braced ankle, resting across a pillow. He sighs and offers you a soft smile. "How do you feel?", he softly asks as he sets the tray on the nearby table.

"I'm okay", you shrug, "Crocus took good care of me. And I'm not made of sugar." You poke his arm. "It hurts, but I'll be okay in a few weeks."

Roger sighs of relief, and his whole posture visibly relaxes. He sits on the bed, and he cautiously snuggles close to you. He places a hand across your belly, softly patting you, holding you close to him. He frowns a little when he confides, "The kids are miserable, I thought you were hurt real bad."

You wince. "Ah, fuck. I wanted them to learn a lesson, but maybe I went too hard on them. Gaban was right." You sigh and slump a little. "I mean– We all get hurt on the regular. Hurting a nakama sucks, but it's not like they did it on purpose. I wanted them to be more careful, not to feel guilty forever..."

Roger offers you a soft smile. "Do you want me to tell the kids to come here, so you can tell them yourself?"

You nod and hum in approval. "Yeah, thanks."

"Alright." He brings you the tray. "Here, eat some. I grabbed you some extra in case you're hungry later on. I brought you Crocus' medicine too."

You grin wide. "Sweet. Did you eat already?"

"Yeah. Dig in."

You nod and do just so.

Roger watches you get your fill, a soft smile on his face. He places a hand on your bare leg, gently squeezing, just seeking the contact of your skin while you're together.

You squint and ask between two mouthfuls, "What?"

"You eat well. That's good."

You chuckle around your next bite.

Once you're done with your lunch, Roger puts the tray away and comes back by your side. His hand travels up, sliding up your side, then your arm, and pauses across your shoulder, gently squeezing.

You look up and meet an eager gaze and a wide smile. You squint a little, but the hint of a smile curls your lips. "What?"

"If you're not too hurt... Does that mean you can still..." He waggles his eyebrows.

You throw him an unimpressed stare. "Really", you deadpan, but the laughter bubbling in your chest betrays your interest.

Roger slightly pouts. "I always want you."

Such an infamous, fearsome, powerful pirate, pouting and searching for physical attention. The sight would be incredibly absurd for anyone who doesn't know Roger, but it's usual for those who do know him, and terribly endearing for the ones who love him.

You cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss.

Roger all too happily kisses you back, shifting on the bed so he can reach out for your bare arms, bracing his own around yours. Personal space is barely a concept with Roger: he's invasive and overwhelming, always reaching out for more contact, more skin, more, more, yet always in the best of ways. This time he shows more restraint, keeping his hands to your torso in order to avoid hurting you. His large hands cup your chest and gently rub the pads of his thumbs against your clothed nipples, earning a few soft moans.

You break the kiss for air, panting and slightly light-headed. You swallow and turn half-lidded eyes to your lover.

He grins and dives in, peppering your neck and shoulder with wet, hungry kisses.

"Mmh, Roger..." You card a hand in his hair and you gently tug on the dark strands, earning a low growl.

One of Roger's hands wanders lower, pressing into your side, petting your belly, squeezing your hip…

You buck your hips up when his fingertips find the hem of your underwear beneath your dress.

He leans up and slides both of his hands under your dress. "Can I ?"

You squint a little. It's rare he asks, more so when you made your interest clear. Then it hits you like a brick–

He's being extra cautious because you're injured.

Your gaze softens and you exhale a light chuckle, amazed at his ability to make you fall harder for him with every bit of affection. "Yeah, of course."

Roger lifts your dress up and bunches it around your waist, then he slides his hands down your sides and tucks his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear. He quickly glances up, then carefully slides them down once you've nodded your approval.

Then he sits cross-legged in front of you and braces your thighs over his, putting your private parts on display while your legs comfortably rest over his thighs.

"Oh, dear." Your insides flutter around nothing under his hungry gaze, and you try to close your thighs a little but his hands are already spread over them, pushing them open.

"So pretty..." He brings a hand between your thighs, places his whole palm over your cunt and presses his thick fingers around your clit.

It throbs under his touch, and a lewd moan leaves you unprompted when Roger starts rubbing his whole hand, gently stroking your clit between his fingers and pressing the heel of his palm against your twitching entrance. "Holy fuck–"

Roger grins wide. "It's just me, babe."

You half-heartedly glare, but your protest dies in your throat when he moves his hand up to slide two thick fingers inside you with his other hand. "Nghh–"

He starts thrusting, slow and deep, taking the time to rub his fingertips inside you while his other hand is still busy stroking your clit. He exhales a small satisfied sound when he finds the spot that makes you turn into jelly, throbbing against his fingers with a whimper. Then his smile turns hungrier, and he rubs that same spot again, and again, and again.

"F-Fuck, fuck, fuck–" Your eyes open wide and you writhe under the intense stimulation, but a twinge of pain reminds you of your injury. You glare at Roger and his shit-eating grin, he has you right where he wants to and he doesn't even need to hold you because you'll hurt yourself if you move too much. "Bastard– ngh–"

"Nah, I don't think so." Roger slides his hand up, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit while his fingertips dig into your lower belly. His other hand rubs harder inside you, pinching your sweet spot between both sets of fingertips and sending an electrifying jolt of pleasure across your whole body.

"Oh, fuuuck–" It's increasingly harder to restrain your own moves when he's driving you crazy like this. Liquid pleasure builds up inside you and you're getting closer to an orgasm, very fast.

Roger puts his elbows above your knees, holding them open, pinning you down with the weight of his torso. His intense gaze is locked onto you while he moves faster, harder, eagerly waiting until your inner walls clench faster around him. When you open your mouth to wail as you cum, he presses his hand hard over your clit and keeps rubbing his fingertips against your sweet spot, extending your high until you're a whimpering, panting mess.

You blink stars away from inside your eyelids when you come down from cloud nine. "Wow."

Roger grins wide. "You're welcome."

"Cocky bastard."

"You love it", he counters, leaning in for a sweet kiss. He cleans you up and pulls your dress down afterwards.

"Wait, where's my–"

Roger tucks your soaked underwear into his pocket.

You scrunch your nose. "Gross."

Roger playfully draws his tongue out, pats his pocket with a grin and leaves without further ado.

You sigh in his wake, amused and sated all at once. The post-climactic high works wonders to dull the pain, and you figure a quick nap won't hurt anyone.

Timid knocks on your door stir you awake.

"Cm'in", you slur, blinking away the sleep.

Buggy sniffles as he quietly enters, looking at his feet.

Shanks shortly follows, joining his fingers with his friend while he pouts. After a short while he says, "Captain Roger said you wanted to talk to us."

Buggy sniffles again.

Suddenly much more awake, your gaze softens and you pat the space beside you on the mattress. "Come here, boys."

They sit next to you, their hands still linked together.

You place your hand over theirs. "I know you didn't want to hurt me."

Their eyes finally turn up to yours, teary and full of hope.

"It does suck and it does hurt, but I'm aware that you didn't do it on purpose. I do want you to be more careful from now on, but I am not going to hold a grudge against you forever. I want you to care for your nakama as much as I care for you. I love you both, and it'll take much, much more than an involuntarily sprained ankle to change that."

Buggy throws his arms around you. "I was so worried", he whines between soft sobs.

You pet his hair. "There, there", you softly say. "You're alright. I love you both."

Shanks is quietly smiling through tears, and he grabs your free hand, gently cradling it in his palms. "We love you, too. We're so sorry–"

"Enough of that", you cut him, squeezing his hands, "I know you are, and all I want now is for you to get over it and act better in the future."

Both boys heartily nod. "Uh-huh. Yeah. Of course."

Buggy meets your gaze again and cracks a small smile. "You're going to be okay, right?"

You grin and nod the affirmative. "Sure am."

Shanks asks, "And you'll recover and still be a badass fighter, right?"

You chuckle. "Of course."

The boys excitedly look at each other.

You grab their hands and flash them a dangerous smile. "You better go train right away, because I'm going to kick your asses over the Red Line as soon as I'm back."

The kids yelp, but their smiles betray their eagerness. They run away laughing and bickering about who's going to have it worse once you've recovered.

You happily sigh in their wake, relieved that they've learned their lesson in a healthier manner. Parenting is a full-time job no matter how many parents are around, and there might be books about it but none of them is the perfect instruction manual. You're figuring it out as it goes, along with the rest of the polycule and extra help from the crew, and you think you're doing reasonably well. And speaking of books... You resume your earlier reading now that your mind is a little more fresh.

Rayleigh comes to check on you later in the afternoon. "The kids are smiling again. What did you tell them?"

"That I wouldn't hold a grudge forever, and that I just wanted them to be more careful from now on."

"Hm. Good."

"Better than you being all stern and scowling all the time", you tease.

He throws you an unimpressed stare.

"Ah, good ol' deadpan. Thanks for proving my point." You triumphantly grin.

Rayleigh tilts your chin up with a couple of fingers, then he leans in, close enough that his breath fans across your slightly parted lips.

Your breath catches in your throat and your smile falters a bit.

His eyelids fall a little and he huskily says, "But you like when I'm strict too... don't you?"

You exhale a shaky breath while warmth pools in your gut. "What's with y'all today?"

Rayleigh lightly shrugs, and the hint of a smile curls his lips when he says, "We just want to take care of you." With that, he leans in for a deep kiss that leaves you breathless. He leans back with a smirk. "Also I tasted you on Gaban's lips this morning. Been driving me crazy since then. And then Roger's hand smelled like you, so."

Your cheeks wildly heat up and you glance away. "Fair", you concede after a while.

Rayleigh cups your cheek and turns your head back towards him, making eye contact. "Do you want me?"

You bite your lower lip. "Of course I do."

He softly smiles and sits on the bed beside you, glancing at your sprained ankle. "How do you feel?"

"The medicine works well so the pain is manageable, but I really need to be careful with how I move this side."

Rayleigh hums, purses his lips, and moves over you, caging you under his body. He steals your breath and a kiss, then he moves away to the other side, smirking. "I know what I can do." He lays you on your uninjured side, and places a couple of pillows next to your bent legs. Then he pulls your knee across a pillow, and your splinted ankle over the other. He lets you adjust your position so there's no strain on your injury, and once you're comfortable enough he pulls your dress up, exhaling an interested hum. "Going commando, are we?"

You roll your eyes. "I did wear something before. Blame Roger."

He lightly laughs. "I'm not blaming anyone, though." He lays on his side behind you, and his hand explores your body, trailing goosebumps in its wake and earning soft sighs. He gently squeezes your thigh, your ass, then his fingers slide between your thighs where you're getting wet already.

A sudden realization hits you, and you indignantly say, "You're all taking advantage of the fact that I can't move!"

"Guilty as charged", Rayleigh says in the crook of your neck before he plants a kiss there.

"Sly bastard."

"I can stop", he retorts.

You huff. "No, thank you."

"Thought so." A couple of fingers part your folds and spread your juices around before sliding inside you.

You softly groan at the intrusion, and you slightly buck your hips back for better access.

Rayleigh thrusts his fingers slowly, spreading them around and lingering where he earns the loudest moans.

You try to ignore the fact that you're already soaking wet but it's made impossible by the slick noises echoing in your bunk. You breathe more heavily, and the way Rayleigh rubs his fingertips just enough to tease but nearly not enough to please just drives you crazy.

The bastard knows what he's doing too, because he soon asks, "Want something more, darling?"

"I want you", you whine.

He chuckles and pulls his fingers out of you. He removes his pants and underwear, then he lays back down behind you. One of his hands guides his cock between your thighs while the other grabs your hip and pulls you closer.

You exhale a moan when the tip of his cock slides in. A few soft sighs leave you while he pushes deeper in, and another, longer, delighted one once he's fully sheathed in.

Rayleigh fucks you slow and deep, and his hand travels up to fondle a breast and rub a nipple while his mouth latches onto your neck and shoulder. It's almost torture. Delicious, delicious torture, when he fucks you like this, gentle and teasing, letting you savor the way his throbbing cock stretches your inner walls with each thrust, the way the curve of his shaft perfectly rubs against your sweet spot, the way his fingertips roll around your nipple, the way his tongue soothes your skin after a bite.

You feel yet another orgasm building back up but you know you won't come like this. It's a little frustrating but you had your fair share of small deaths today so it's alright.

Rayleigh's getting closer though, you can tell by the way his thrusts get a little erratic.

You moan a little louder when his cock pulsates harder inside you. "Oh, fuck, that's good– Cum inside me, Ray–"

He exhales a strained moan then, and he buries his cock deep inside you one last time. His balls spasm against your ass while he unloads deep inside you, and a series of soft sighs and groans are exhaled against your neck. Once the intense throbbing subsides a little, his hand travels back down between your thighs. He slides his fingers around your clit and starts rubbing. "Come on sweetheart, cum for me..."

Your inner walls clench around his still throbbing cock and you tip over the edge quickly, whimpering in his embrace.

After he's peppered your neck and shoulder with a series of soft kisses, Rayleigh cleans you up with a damp cloth and helps you get dressed up again. He retrieves the tray Roger brought you and tells you, "Gaban will bring you dinner. We'll come by afterwards to tuck you in."

You curiously glance up. "We...?"

"Of course, darling, we all want to take care of you." He winks.

You shake your head and exhale a fondly exasperated sigh. "Poor me. Be careful, okay?"

"Always."

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hiii

Could do nicknames one peice characters would call you?? Xx

I love you🫶 YES I WILL TEEHEE

Suggestive in Sanji and Namis part but mostly sfw!

I only did the strawhats this time but without further ado: petnames/nicknames op characters call you🫶

Luffy

I think Luffy would pick something really cute like flower, like in the morning when he tackles you out of your hammock to wake you up and he's like "GOODMORNING FLOWER :DDDD" while squishing you(😐).

OR he would refer to your future title aka consort of the pirate king(cocky mf). Even if you correct him like oh well you're not king of the pirates yet he just keeps saying 'but why can't I say it now' until you give up. LOVES when you call him my king or my sunshine, it makes him feel all gooey inside. He likes other nicknames too but those ones especially.

Zoro

Surprisingly a classic sort of guy, he'll call you hun or love, mostly always in private.But if he thinks someone is bothering you he'll purposefully say it really loudly like "oh hey LOVE I was looking for you" while glaring at the person.

Always says it in the softest, sweetest tone when you're alone. Seriously he's like some romance drama lead the way he's sighing around the word when he's holding you close. Blushes so pretty when you call him a petname back even if it's the most cringey, disgusting petname like pookie wookie. Like he'll cringe but still blush.

Sanji

Probably uses almost every mame you can think of but especially darling, mon amour and sweetheart. Says them in every tone imaginable and he says them in a very specific way when you're alone, sometimes he'll say them that way in public to fluster you though (asshole🫶).

Jokes on him though because he folds really easily for the same trick. One time you said baby in that tone on deck and he tripped and fell over so... you're the real winner here. He likes to act very confident and he can be but he very often finds himself with wobbly legs around you- he can't help it you're just too fine.

Usopp

Babylove, sweetheart, pretty thing, YES I KNOW OKAY LISTEN JUST HEAR ME OUT- I just think once he gets over the honeymoon phase and he's comfy then he's smooth as fuck. Like this man is fine okay and once he knows what hes doing, he KNOWS yk. Always says them directly in your ear though🫣, he's still too shy to look you in the face while saying that sort of thing. Like he's slick but he's also sweating and trembling while he romances you.

Also he absolutely blushes bright red when you say anything of the sort to him. One 'hey pretty boy' and it's over for his blood pressure, one time he fainted and he was so embarrassed that he avoided being alone with you for a week.

Nami

Sunshine and treasure(in like every single language she can think of). Either says it in the sweetest tone ever or the most scary and she never uses your name unless she's really really scared or relieved (or during the...thing).

LOVES any and every nickname but if you say something cringe in front of somebody she makes you pay a fee😭. Fr 200 berry just for you to call her shnookems in front of Chopper, its mostly because the cringy nicknames somehow make her feel shy like omg you love me enough to confidently call me cuddle muffin ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ how disgusting (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾). But also she uses this money to buy you little gifts and trinkets so can you complain(yes).

Robin

Love, honey or sweetheart. Says it in this cute little sing song voice you didn't know she had and it's just so sweet and enticing fr she got you floating over there like a sailor drowning to a siren's song. But seriously if she's using a petname then you know she's in a really affectionate mood which means lots of touching and kisses!

Her favourite nickname that you call her is 'my wife'. Listen I think she's secretly quite intense romantically so hearing you defend her to someone by going "THAT'S MY WIFE" really does something to her heart. She tries for ages to trick you into saying it again so she can record it and listen back whenever she wants(You give her a recording for her birthday).

Franky

Babe, baby, cutie and probably something really corny like superstar🫶. Definitely the type of person to holler "THATS MY BABY✨✨" while you're kicking someone's ass and it's really embarrassing but simultaneously really reassuring.

And tbh a nickname is usually followed by a kiss, well actually most of his interactions with you are followed by a kiss- Anyways he loves it when you call him one back especially those classic ones like my love or darling, fr he's obsessed. Will absolutely tell everyone what you just called him and if he ever gets hit on he says some stupid dramatic shit like: "Only one person will ever call me their love..." Like shut up😭.

Brook

Dearheart. Iykyk. He finds dearheart is the only petname that even slightly encompass how he feels about you, and besides that he's a very classic guy. ALWAYS kisses some part of you after he says it, usually you're forehead because he's quite tall but sometimes he kisses your hand like some fairytale prince.

Blushes really easily at being called pet names especially more modern ones like baby, gently chides you for it but secretly loves it. It's like those clips of chopper where he pretends he's not flattered by a compliment😭 Brook is fr like "Oh my- please don't call me such things in public" while he's giggling like this:

Jinbei

Love, butterfly, starlight, dewdrop and anything that makes you flustered. He's secretly quite chaotic when he wants to be and he loves seeing you laugh so he tries to make you as happy as possible at all times. Despite how often he uses beautiful flowery language with you, he's quite shy with physical touch so he's stood like 6ft away going "My starlight you are prettier than anything in this world"😭.

Adores any pet name with the word my in front of it. Like my love, my baby, my man, he's just in love with you and he thinks he should be kissing you at all times! Sweetest man ever to be honest.

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[yoonavii]

Whispers in the Night (pt. 1)

OPLA! Sanji x Reader

A/N: I’ve decided to try writing in third person. It was a little difficult since im accustomed to writing in second, but I wanted to try something new. Hope you guys enjoy :)

The Going Merry sailed steadily under the vast canopy of stars, its wooden frame creaking softly as it glided through the calm waters of the Grand Line. The night was serene, the sky adorned with a tapestry of twinkling stars. On the ship, the Straw Hat Pirates rested, each finding their own corner of the ship to slumber. Amid the quietude of the night, you had somehow found yourself nestled in Sanji’s bunk. Such sleeping arrangements were not unusual among the Straw Hat crew; the bonds of camaraderie ran deep, and sharing bunks had become a natural occurrence.

As the night deepened, Sanji quietly entered his cabin. He had been engrossed in a late-night cooking session, his culinary skills dedicated to providing his crewmates with the best possible meal for the next day’s adventures. He didn’t want to disturb your slumber but felt an inexplicable urge to check on you. The soft, diffused light from the porthole bathed the room in a gentle, amber hue. Sanji’s sharp eyes fell upon your form, resting peacefully in his bunk, illuminated by the faint moonlight. In your sleep, you clutched a plushie close to your chest, your lips curled into a serene smile.

With the grace that was second nature to him, Sanji silently approached your sleeping figure. A sense of tenderness washed over him as he observed your relaxed expression; you looked like an angel in repose. And then, as if carried by the whispering night breeze, he heard it—a soft, barely audible whisper that made his heart skip a beat.

“Sanji…”

He blinked, questioning whether he had imagined it. But there it was again, your sweet voice, calling his name. It was soft and tender, like the murmur of leaves in a gentle breeze. Sanji’s heart quickened as he leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. He realized that you were not awake; you were deep in the throes of a dream. Somehow, he had become a part of your dreamscape.

A faint blush warmed his cheeks. Hearing you say his name, not in distress or worry but with a happy lilt, filled him with a sense of wonder and delight. It was as though, in the sanctuary of your dreams, you were expressing a sentiment that your waking self might never utter. Sanji listened attentively, his azure eyes focused solely on you. He couldn’t help but smile, a mixture of joy and tenderness swelling in his chest. Your sleeping form and the way you softly murmured his name were enchanting, like a melody that had been composed just for him.

Respecting your slumber, Sanji decided not to wake you. He settled into a nearby chair, his gaze fixed on you with an affectionate and protective air. The moonlight played upon your features, casting gentle shadows, and painting you in an ethereal light. As the night wore on and the Going Merry continued its tranquil journey, your dreams seemed to grow brighter. The happiness that radiated from you, accompanied by those whispered words, filled Sanji’s heart with warmth and contentment.

He knew that when morning came, you might not remember these moments, but he would cherish them. Sanji remained in his quiet vigil, watching over you as the night unfolded—a silent promise that he would always be there, both in your dreams and in the waking world, to protect and care for you. And so, the night on the Going Merry continued, two souls intertwined in the realm of dreams, a secret confession of affection exchanged through whispered words—a promise that would endure long after the stars had faded into morning’s dawn.

©𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐈— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

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[fanaticsnail]

Law Wants You

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 652 Drabble

Warnings: MDNI, Afab!reader, Dom Law, No plot, Smut, Law is in control.

I am still getting to know Trafalga D Water Law, but unfortunately @feral-artistry is still sick. Definitely needs the doctor to help her out. Had the ever stunning and beautiful @sordidmusings help me out by beta-reading (thank you bby). Apparently, this is a thing now. This is what I can do now. Gone from writing kisses and romance to whatever this thing is. Enjoy responsibly. First time writing for Law.

Minors, this is not for you.

Law wants you to lay back, be as still as you possibly can. He wants you to make no sounds, nor whisper of movement. He inserts his curled fingers into your needy hole, glistening with desire and weeping with want. The inked figures of ‘E’ and ‘A’ disappear slowly inside of you as he arches his fingers upwards to press against the sensitive underside of your clit, stimulating the top of it by blowing cold air against the sensitive bud. Watching the shudders he creates with such little stimuli brings his cold heart joy, knowing he’s truly the one pulling the subtlety in quivers from you.

When you writhe beneath him and feel like screaming, he presses his unused hand down on your lower abdomen, holding you in place as his yellow irises meet with your own. Shooting you a warning look, he removes his hat from his head and places it to his side of the bed, brings his hand back down onto your abdomen, and continues arching his fingers within your squelching entrance. Slowly, carefully to savor every moment you give into him. 

Grabbing the nearest source of material, you place it between your teeth to focus on the slightly salty flavor and the texture of the fabric rolling over your tongue, while he continues skillfully stimulating your throbbing clit and pumping into your needy hole. He wants to see your arousal pooling below you, glistening down your thighs and onto the mattress; coating the area with your slickened desire. 

He wants you to fully relax, to fully trust him. He wants to know exactly how your body works and what actions have your body responding to what he was giving you. He doesn’t want you to chase the feeling with crude gyrations, nor wanton mewls of pleasure. He wants it to creep up on you. He wants to coax it from you. He wants your toes to tingle, your saliva to pool in your throat. He wants to feel the flutters of your walls sucking him in when he finally meets your clit with his flattened tongue and swirling motions. He wants to taste you, to savor you, to enjoy the sweetness of your desire meeting his palate. He wants to watch you bite back your scream within the material as you attempt to remain as still as possible for him to enjoy the feeling. 

When the coil in the pit of your stomach has wound to its peak, he wants to feel the rhythmic thumps of your walls squeezing his fingers with your arousal gushing against his lips and coating his tongue with your juices. He wants you to completely trust him to guide your body into the largest and climactic orgasm of your life, watching intently as your eyes roll back into your skull and glaze over with glossy satisfaction. He wants to watch your jaw fall slack, your saliva falling from the corner of your lip as you release a silenced scream. The picks of tears at the corner of your eyes, the quiver of your lips as you concentrate on remaining still for him: he wants it all.

He wants you to involuntarily shake and shudder against his lips, suck in his fingers deeper within you. He wants to push down hard on your stomach to hold you in place as you hypnotically gyrate against his mouth to conclude your release. He wants your soft gasps, he wants that small whine in your voice. He wants you to whisper his name between your clenched teeth as you come down from your high.

But most of all, he wants your praise. He wants you to see his work demonstrated against his lips, tongue and whiskered chin as he looks up at you with a small smile. He wants you to tell him what a good job he’s done, despite the fact that he already absolutely knows.

#one piece #x reader #op #op law #trafalga d waterlaw #trafalgar law #law x reader #law smut #one piece law #trafalgar d water law #trafalga law smut #op fic #trafalga law x reader #op smut

[tojisolive]

just thinking about big beefy men that always let their babygirl crawl under the covers and pull his soft cock out so she can start licking it hard. he’d let it rest in her mouth for hours since she loved it so much. he’d wake up sometimes to see you already between his legs drooling on his tip as you rubbed his thighs mindlessly , eyes still heavy with sleep. you probably got needy, he thought.

he found it adorable how put together you were on the outside, always leading the way for him, holding his hand, fixing his hair. just to get down right filthy when you come back home. your hand rubbing his soft dick in the elevator as you let out small needy mewls. your eyes glossed over already in your head with how horny you are. but it all ended with you sucking his fat dick. Immediately cumming in your panties when you take a lick.

“miss your pacifier, baby?” he’d coo. your eyes so big a watery as you hum. sucking so adorably as he sat on the couch, your head resting on his thigh. he’d bust if you were being a tease, groaning deeply, head thrown back as you swallowed all his cum. your cute pants warming his twitching cock, only to poke your tongue out.

“wait…” he’d hold your head back, jaw clenched as his abs flexed, some more spurts release. you had no self-control. after a couple minutes of you squirming, he’d allow you to wrap your pretty lips around his tip. sometimes he wondered if was a blessing or curse. but when his eyes would drift down to your pretty head resting so calmly on his big thigh, eyes closed gently, slow breaths slipping past your nose and your cute pulp lips wrapped adorably around soft cock, he knew he won.

toji reiner tengen zoro aizawa ace choso geto sukuna

#🫒 writes #drabble #toji smut #jjk smut #reiner smut #aot smut #tengen smut #zoro smut #aizawa smut #choso smut #Geto smut #sukuna smut #op fic #jjk fic #jjk x reader #aot x reader

[deecotan]

There’s a knock on the door. 

Zoro stirs from his sleep. Blinking his one functioning eye open, his mind – still foggy from having just woken up – slowly comprehends the darkness surrounding him. He struggles to gather his thoughts, wondering whether the knock was real or just a figment of his imagination. 

There’s another knock on the door. 

He shifts his gaze towards the digital clock on the bedside drawer. 4:47 AM. He groans; who the hell could be up this early?

He feels the body wrapped in his arms shifting slightly, the figure letting out a soft groan — apparently woken up by the mysterious person behind the door as well. He gently presses a kiss on the messy crown of blond hair, whispering, “I’ll get it.”

Sanji replies with a soft hum. Zoro reluctantly separates himself from his boyfriend and groggily stands up, not even bothering to put on a shirt to cover his naked torso. Whoever’s behind that door should know that no sane person would care about being presentable this early in the day. 

There’s another series of knocks, this time sounding more insistent, as he walks towards the door. Yawning, he peeks through the peephole and sees Luffy standing behind the door. He’s spotting some messy bed hair and is wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, his baggy red jacket, and his trademark sandals. 

Frowning, he opens the door, carefully as to not make a noise, and stares at Luffy with a squinted eye. He definitely didn’t bother arranging his eyesight either. 

“Morning,” Luffy greets him cheerfully. 

“It barely counts as morning,” he hisses, voice rather raspy, mustering the deepest glare he can make in his current condition. “What do you want, Luffy?”

“I’m looking for a pair of headphones.”

Zoro blinks at that. “Headphones?”

“Technically Usopp’s headphones. I borrowed it from him and I’m pretty sure I left it here in your room yesterday,” he continues. Right, he did remember Luffy coming into their room to talk about something with Sanji the day before. He wasn’t really paying attention though, so he couldn’t know if Luffy really did bring Usopp’s headphones and then somehow left it in their room — especially since he didn’t actually notice that object lying around. However, it might’ve as well got stuck in some corner, hidden from plain sight. 

“... you sure it's here?” he asks again.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Can’t it wait until later? Why now?”

“Me, Chopper, and Usopp are planning to go cold swimming,” Luffy grins. “We actually wanted to do it last night but the pool was closed after 8 PM and the hotel staff insisted on not letting us in even though we begged, they said I’ve already made enough mess in their dining area or whatever and they didn’t want any more trouble, so we couldn’t really do anything about it. They said it would open at 5AM so we decided to do it this morning. But Usopp said he won’t come unless I bring his headphones back, so—”

“Okay, stop, I get it.”

“Great! Now can I go inside or…?”

“Just- stay here. I’ll look for it. Fucking hell,” Zoro grumbles, moving inside the room to search for the object. “Where’s the last time you put it?”

“It’s near the sofa, I guess?” Luffy answers. He at least pays enough mind to keep his voice low to avoid disturbing the other person in the room, knowing wisely that doing so would only bring more problems. 

Zoro begins to inspect the sofa located on the corner on the right side of the room, forcing himself to search in the dark since there’s no way he’s going to turn on the lights. Sticking his hand to the back of the sofa, he eventually feels something wedged between the sofa and the wall, and after a little bit of fumbling, he manages to take it out and confirm it’s the supposed pair of headphones Luffy’s been looking for. 

“Is this it?” he presents the headphones to Luffy. 

“Yee-up,” Luffy cheers as he grabs it. “Thanks, Zoro!” 

Zoro gives an unbothered nod. 

“You can join us too, if you wanna,” Luffy offers.

“I'll pass.” Zoro is about to close the door on Luffy’s face before stopping halfway. He peers at the younger man from the slight opening of the door. “...have fun.”

Luffy grins widely, giving him a pair of thumbs-up. 

Zoro closes the door with a soft click before walking towards the bed and then throwing himself into the mattress. Tucking himself under the cover, he wiggles towards where his boyfriend is located and spoons the blond as soon as he touches him. 

“Cold swimming, hm?” Sanji muses. “Let’s just hope they’re not stupid enough to catch a cold after this.”

“M’sure Chopper’s ready to handle that.”

“You don’t wanna join them?”

“Nah,” Zoro replies, “I’d rather stay here with you.”

Sanji let out an amused chuckle. He gently turns his body so as to face the other man, circling his arms around Zoro’s back. “Just say you wanna sleep longer, you big baby.”

“Shaddup,” he hugs Sanji a bit tighter in a mocking attempt to crush him, causing  the other to laugh heartily. “Go back to sleep, curly.”

Sanji's laugh begins to slow down, ending it with a soft exhale. He tucks his head under Zoro’s chin and nuzzles comfortably into his boyfriend’s neck. He let Zoro’s gentle breathing soothe him into sleepiness. Soon, before he knows it, they both fall into a peaceful slumber. 

Notes: I wrote this on a whim in... 2020. Holy shit. I thought maybe this deserves a chance to be put on the spotlight for staying in my drafts for so long. I was partly inspired by my own experience of staying at a hotel with my extended family in the event of my relative’s wedding. There’s just something about the experience of staying in one place with your family or close relatives, the feeling of liminality where you know that moment of togetherness is only temporary. It’s also a moment where you and your similar-aged relatives would get into all sorts of weird shit, at least in my experience. 

#zosan #one piece #roronoa zoro #sanji #luffy #op fic #deeco writes #coulndt really think of a title tbh #i'll just call it untitled zosan fic

[ay0nha]

are you doing a part ii to your sanji angst on the baratie?

PAIRING: OPLA!Sanji x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, angst, longing looks and bitter words, mentions of sleazy pirate, food/food consumption, not proofread, squint, and you'll see fleabag vibes (shout out to that anon), rushed ending, etc.

A/N: ahhhhh, idk how I feel about this, so I’m posting it because I know if I don’t, it’ll sit in the drafts forever. Thank you so much for all the love and support on the part before this. It truly means the world! Enjoy.

COMMENTS ENCOURAGED

PART I

The coolness felt sharp on your skin, numbing superficially but struggling to pinpoint the pain. 

It sunk in when the ice melted and bled down your elbow that you were alone, and the ache was still there. 

The devil’s hour was the only time you felt the ship's rhythmic sway. The constantly anxious environment was silent, leaving your shallow breaths to fill the space. There was only so much time before the early risers would begin the prep routine all over again. 

You didn’t fare well with the cyclical nature of it all, but you were skilled in covering the discomfort. It was a game you were good at; the facade behind the swipe of deep lipstick and the soft fabric of your dresses hid you well. Yet, the pressure became unbearable on nights like these. It made you feel stuck, with nowhere to go, as the open ocean surrounded you.

The constant adrenaline at all hours was taunting you. It kept some focused and motivated their drive, but you struggled to stay afloat. Instead, you toyed with the thought of letting the tendrils pull you down into the sinking pool of burdens you ran from. 

“You hear me?” Sanji’s voice pulled you to the surface for a shock of air. You failed to notice he even entered the room. “Where’d you go?” 

Sanji broke your thousand-yard stare, just shy of waving a hand before you. You wanted to scold him for accurately reading you. Instead, your heart pinned to your throat at his overt observation.

“Hmm?” He prompted again, moving deeper into the space. Worry began to etch his tired features; you failed to hide. “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m—” Your response was lost in its formation. Emotion pricked at your nose, but you refused to spill any tears. You were drained, and it all started to feel claustrophobic. “—tired.”

 The practiced lie felt smooth and believable enough to be a sufficient excuse. And, yet, Sanji matched the defiance. “I’ve known you a long, long time…I know your tells, sweetheart—

“Come off it.” You discouraged the name, but it fulfilled Sanji’s purpose. You always stumbled, and your frown conveyed your disdain. “It’s been a…” Day. You stopped to begin again, frazzled, “I-I…I just, I’m just…hungry, Sanji.”

His name rang in his ears like a confession. He waited for you to correct yourself, scold him for prying as you always had. The air shifted to something unexplored, vulnerable. Despite the years of working together, moments like these were rare. Sanji used the pause to take you in, searching for any deception. But you laid bare, asking for comfort and company. 

“Alright...” Sanji’s voice was soft so as not to spook you. He nodded, more confident in his promise. “I can help with that.” 

Clearing your throat, you nodded, a rush of relief flowing through your body. Sanji’s flirtations were easy to ignore. His sarcasm, you returned. The attitude you dished, he accepted with his own. It was how you worked; it kept things fluid. The push and pull kept you going. 

However, the static of your hesitancy tugged at something foreign. It kept you quiet and made you thoughtful. Sanji moved like he always had, calculated and knowledgable of the dish and whose palette he would earn the respect of. Everything he touched turned into a creation. He didn’t do it to prove a point or for a broader ‘them.’ Tonight, he created for you.  

There was assurance in Sanji’s demeanor. He rolled his sleeve to his elbows and tugged at an already loosened tie; he became just as exposed as you were under your watchful eye. You itched for something familiar. The smile you fought proved Sanji read your mind, choosing correctly—a grilled cheese. 

The tomato was missing, and so was the dill.  Yet, there was a thick slather of freshly made mayo on each slice of homemade bread. The smell wafted, reminding you how the day's stress surpassed your hunger. 

“Something to drink?” Sanji’s low rumble broke the silence, checking on you indirectly. 

Sanji spoke through food and understood another through choices and habits. You were picky. You had staples that he perfected the recipe for, this one of them. He knew to be gentle and use his fingertips to smooth the toasted edges of the bread against the browning butter lining the pan. 

“I’m trying to keep the wallowing to a minimum.” You shook your head. You tried to laugh through the feeling, but the joke felt ill-timed and ill-received. “Don’t hurt yourself too much  trying to play nice.”

The air felt still, like the moments of a taut breath. There was no longer an eye on the throne of fabricated competition the Baratie created rather, you looked at each other as if it were the first time, both newly transparent.

“Oh, no—” He tutted, smirk settling naturally. “—that’s not the painful part, love.”

The kitchen was always warm—burners running, heat lamps, bubbling stovetops, and incidental fires. That very temperature caused certain anger to tip over and still provided fluidity in the brigade. However, even when you found yourself in the back, you brought a chill to the air. It rivaled the walk-in and existed as your only trait in the eyes of those found under your glare.

Yet, the warmth Sanji transferred to you was different. It didn’t come from the kitchen or from anger. It was just him, and his words carried him over. His smirk was more of a smile, hesitant to become a smile as he presented his tenderness on a plate for you to devour. 

“Bon appétit, madam.”

You pulled at the edges of the grilled cheese, the inner parts reflecting fondue. The jagged edges defined the unorthodox moment. There was something so perfect in the imperfection of comfort it provided. 

“C’mon…” You cleared the lump forming in your throat. Blindly, you push a hand forward to offer Sanji a half. He half-expected it to be a ploy, for you to snatch it back just as he would go to reach it. Instead, you gestured again, “Go on, take my olive branch so I don’t look like a total dick.”

“Gladly.’

This was what you needed. This was a warm hug at the end of the day. This was a blanket wrapped tightly around you, protecting you from the mess of it all. The simplicity of the company broke you. 

You cleared your throat, wanting to be heard. “You know earlier…”

Sanji hummed encouragingly. He would never pry, afraid of your retaliation, but he knew that the slimy pirate clung to you. While he cooked, Sanji noticed the deep hues on your wrist and how you nurtured them with patience.  

“He scared me.” You scoffed at your own admission, belittling your feelings already. It felt ridiculous in hindsight, allowing someone to crawl so deeply under your skin. “I just didn’t see it coming…and wasn’t sure where it was going.”

You played with a few crumbs on your fingertips, allowing a thoughtful pause that you refused to fill. Sanji knew you’d eat the crust first, saving the gooey inside for when you ripped off the bandaid. 

“I could have—” He started, unwilling to miss the opportunity you gave him. “I’ll talk to Zeff. We’ll handle this. You’ll never—That’ll never happen again.”

Sanji’s sandwich half was forgotten, his hunger only satiable by your security.  You almost fed into it, tripping into the depths of his gaze’s concern. But you’d been tricked before and you’d be damned to fall for it all over again. 

“No—” You were blunt, words pointed. “Sanji…” It didn’t matter what promise he could give; it had no power against the past. “This world doesn’t look out for people like me but carves spaces for you. For him.”

Everything became unappetizing, as if you’d come back to yourself. Any defenses dropped were regained with dual force. You’d scold yourself later for accepting the shared meal as if that were the obvious solution to it all. 

“And what does he get, hmm?” You hummed with disgust. “A slap on the wrist?  Meal on the house?” You barked with hate. “And me? My professionalism gets questioned. I’m told to cheer up and move on—and yet, you all are blind! The real problem has nothing to do with that fucking pirate.” 

Zeff was your advocate. He only tolerated so much, and anything that interrupted or dragged you in unwillingly was dealt with. You heard how those around you reacted. They cheered and glorified Sanji’s heroic acts but didn’t waste a breath to see if you were still intact.  

Sanji had, in his own way. You knew that and detested how it made you crumble to the pieces you always had to pick up. Drawing a sharp but much-needed breath, you promised never to allow it again. 

Sanji read your expressiveness; understanding the sentiment was a deep-running thread. He knew it wasn’t his place to advise, tempt, and, worst of all, ignore you. 

Despite being at loss for words his effort was persistent.“Love—”

You wanted him to curse you or mock you or do something that would qualify the anger that made you tremble. You couldn’t stand how readily he took everything you gave him with such gentleness. 

“Sanji—” There was a coldness you attached to his name, but a warning nonetheless. You detested how, even now, he still remained.  “I never wanted this…Here I shift–I change, I mold into this…hybrid of a being just to fulfill what you think you want me to be—And still, I find myself disappointed in that fact that I think that’ll change—shame on me.”

The scraps of the sandwich had grown cold, its newly rigid, solid form symbolic of how things were supposed to be. You left Sanji with the weight of your words, a clear reminder that he was no more than a cog in the grand scheme of things---an insignificant part of your greater plan to be heard.

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[princyvish]

I've been. Unsurprisingly obsessed with this fic and the most recent chapter at the time of posting gave me a very distinct image of a drawing. Where Sanji is reacting to Koby after he beat up Nezumi and those other Marines.

Koby's Awful No-Good Very Confusing Day written by @okiedoketm!

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[firstdivisiongirl]

HELLO ITS :] ANON AGAIN!! YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO I AM BUT IM STAYING ON ANON FOR COMFORT !!

sending a sillier request, maybe a zoro x reader where reader is pretty silly and laid back, kinda like Luffy, but they have a hard time showing affection through words and stuff so they do it more through favors and little gifts that show their appreciation? I was thinking maybe reader gives zoro a hand made friendship bracelet, might be fun to see a mostly unemotional person like Zoro react to such a wholesome gift :D

TAKE YOUR TIME DO THIS WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT!!!

~ :]

Hi :]! It’s always great to hear from you. I love cute requests like this. I hope you like and it was worth the wait.

Zoro x Reader: Show Don’t Say

Some people are really good at showing their affection through words, like Sanji.  You on the other hand, not so much.  It’s not like you didn’t love him, you were just a little too silly for serious things like I love yous.  Words were not your…what’s the word?  Strongest area.  Zoro was hard to read too.  Did he like you being silly?  Did he want you to show him you love him through words?  Your brain hurt thinking about it, which was hard due to your laid back nature.  So you talked to Nami.

“If you can’t say it, show it,” Nami said.

“But how?”

“Give him a gift.  Like maybe some new earrings and maybe you could buy me some earrings?”

You laughed.  Of course Nami would be the girl to ask for a gift in exchange for asking for advice.  But her advice gave you a great idea!

Later that afternoon, Zoro was sleeping on deck.  Everyone was doing what they usually do on these nice calm days.  But instead of playing with Luffy, Chopper and Zoro, you were inside with Franky working on something.  Once you finished, you walked outside and stood right in front of Zoro.  He could feel your presence so he opened his eye.  “Can I help you,” he asked sternly.  He was clearly a little annoyed that you woke him up.

You blanked a little at what to do so all you said was here and handed him a bracelet.  It was a gold chain, nothing fancy.  

He sat there examining the bracelet.  From that day on, his three earrings weren’t the only jewelry the future world’s best swordsman wore.

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[kaizokuou-ni-naru]

i normally don't mention on this blog when i post fic, but it's relevant here: @grainjew and i put together (in a haze of about twelve hours) a chapter 1044/gear five fic, including my own translation of the confrontation between hiyori and orochi, so if that's something you're interested in, you can find it here!

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[redriotinggg]

A Gentle Reminder

“I dunno why you guys are stressing so much. It’s easy, we just have to keep telling Usopp how awesome he is!” Luffy exclaims. “He’s always sayin’ nice stuff about us, so we’ve just gotta return the favour. If we tell him how great he is all the time he’ll have to believe us and he won’t be sad anymore!”

After seeing how Usopp was unaffected by Perona's negative ghosts on Thriller Bark, the other Straw Hats are worried about their sniper's mental health. Luffy insists that Usopp doesn't need to be fixed or changed, but just requires the occasional reminder of how talented and valued he is. The crew is more than happy to oblige.

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[yoonavii]

Seeing you with makeup

Context: Law seeing you wear makeup for the first time

•When Law first sees you wearing makeup, his eyes widen slightly in surprise. He’s not used to seeing you with it, but he finds the change intriguing and captivating.

•He takes a moment to appreciate the subtle enhancements it brings to your features. The slight shimmer on your eyelids and the way your lashes stand out make your eyes even more mesmerizing.

•Despite his stoic demeanor, a hint of admiration shines in his eyes as he gazes at you. He can’t help but find you even more beautiful than before, and he silently wonders why you don’t wear makeup more often.

•“You look nice,” Law says, his voice surprisingly soft. He wants to let you know that he appreciates the effort you put into your appearance.

•You blush at his compliment, feeling slightly self-conscious under his scrutiny. However, the way he looks at you makes you feel special and seen.

•Throughout the day or evening, Law can’t help but steal glances at you. He finds himself drawn to the small details of your makeup, like the way your lips have a subtle sheen or the delicate blush on your cheeks.

•As time goes on, he becomes more accustomed to seeing you with makeup, and he starts to realize that he quite likes it. He’s not one to express his emotions openly, but he feels a sense of pride having you by his side, looking radiant.

•Later, when you’re alone together, Law might compliment you again, this time in a more casual manner. “You should wear makeup more often,” he might say, giving you a rare smile that sends butterflies through your stomach.

•He might ask you about makeup, wanting to learn more about why you chose to wear it for the occasion and what other looks you like. He’s genuinely curious and wants to understand your preferences.

•Seeing you wearing makeup for the first time brings a new layer of attraction to your relationship. Law finds himself falling even more in love with you, appreciating your beauty and confidence in trying something new.

•From that moment on, you might catch him stealing glances at you more often, secretly admiring the way makeup enhances your already captivating features. And while he might not say it out loud, you can tell that he genuinely likes seeing you with makeup and that he’s drawn to your natural beauty in every form.

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[mandiemegatron]

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One drink at the bar.

That was all you promised Zoro, was one goddamn drink.

And here you were, four drinks in and almost leaning on the swordsman, laughing loudly at whatever joke he decided to crack.

His arm rested comfortably around your hip, his large hand cradling your hip bone, a warm thumb brushing over your clothed skin every once in a while. You waved off an irate Sanji, who huffed and puffed at you 'being manhandled by the ugliest runt to ever wander the Grand Line', which caused the green haired man to snap back, his grip on you tightening as he literally pulled you to him, your empty hand pressing against his chest to catch yourself.

Your face burned as you looked up at him, a childish retort falling away from your lips as he turned to stare back, his earrings slightly swaying at his head snapping to look down at you.

It went quiet in your head, your eyes seemingly locked together until Nami's voice shattered the stillness, her teasing tone ringing out,

"Geez, get a room already!"

Usopp and Brook let out a loud, "OooOoo!" which caused Zoro to glare at them before he grabbed your hand from his chest and began dragging you away, angry puffs of smoke seeming to rise from his head as you walked away from the now laughing group.

Zoro was murmuring to himself, dragging you to wherever his terrible sense of direction decided was best and surprisingly, you came out to the open blues, the Thousand Sunny resting peacefully at the dock. Gentle waves crashed into the shoreline, filling the air with calm, which you assumed was why Zoro came this way.

"Huh. I was definitely trying to get to the other bar," he muttered, clearly confused as his free hand scratched the top of his head.

Your mouth dropped open in utter surprise and shock, unable to believe the words that came out of his mouth.

"You mean the one that was BESIDE the one we were in?!"

He turned to you, an almost horrified shocked look on his face as he shouted back,

"It was BESIDE us?!"

You snapped back,

"YES, YOU FUCKING BROKEN LOGPOSE!"

He gave a sharp "Oi!" in response before taking you back the way you both came. You rolled your eyes with a loud groan and tightened your grip, glad you weren't so tipsy you couldn't walk or navigate easily.

"You never cease to amaze me, Zo," you commented lightly, throwing him a withering look over your shoulder to which he pouted the second you turned back, going back to muttering under his breath.

"You better not say anything," he bit out, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him before you laughed out,

"As if I need to. Everyone knows you'd get lost in a paper bag if you had the chance."

He stopped walking, pulling you towards him as he moved you to an alley, not too far from the first bar the rest of the crew was drinking dry.

Pressing your back against the brick building, he stared down at you, his cheeks tinted pink as he grumbled down at you,

"You don't know shit."

You laughed, realizing he was probably a little tipsy, at least enough to be so close to you. He always seemed to be nervous around you when he was sober, almost anxious whenever your hand brushed over his shoulder or his head when you passed him.

He was nothing like that now.

His hands rested on your shoulders, almost a little too tight as he asked,

"... why are you blushing?"

You chuckled weakly and rolled your eyes, giving him a cheeky look through thick lashes as your murmured softly,

"I don't know, maybe it's 'cause I've been thinking about something like this happening for a long time."

The second the words left you, you froze and a small squeak of embarrassment left you as you covered your face, unable to look at him.

Zoro choked on his breath, staring you down with a wide eye before his expression changed into an almost predatory one, sending shivers over your entire form.

Staring you down like a starved man, Zoro rose his eyebrow, a slow smirk washing over his face as he asked,

"You've wanted this for how long?"

Your face dropped, cheeks burning red at your accidental blubbering. You shook your head with a slightly nervous laugh, waving him away with a lazy hand as you responded,

"I don't know what you're talking about."

A heavy hand landed roughly on the wall behind your head, his bulky frame seeming to tower over you and cage you in. You froze, eyes wide as you stared up at him as he nearly purred out,

"If you think I'm going to play stupid, you're wrong."

A shaky breath left you as his other hand came up to cradle your cheek, a rough padded thumb brushing over your soft skin almost as if you'd shatter under his touch. Your eyes fell shut, your head tilting slightly to lean into his touch as your hands slowly moved up his chest.

Zoro sucked in a harsh breath, holding it as your gentle hands moved over his toned, scarred chest, his stomach twisting and flipping around as your fingers traced over his scar from Mihawk.

He didn't know why he felt so compelled to kiss you, but before he could question himself, he moved in and his lips were pressed against yours, his hand gliding from your face to grip your hair at the base of your head. He tilts your head back and his tongue runs along your lips, begging for entrance which you give willingly, pulling a low groan from the swordsman.

Your hands move up to the back of his neck, your fingers pressing into the base of his head and down his neck, pulling another sound of pleasure from Zoro as your magic digits pulled all the anxiety from his muscles. He pulled away to nip and suck at the side of your throat, your head falling back and you grunt in pain as your head hits rough brick.

Zoro pulled away to raise an eyebrow at you, smirking to himself before he murmured, "Stupid."

You couldn't even respond, his lips immediately returning to your neck and leaving small marks over your skin. One of his hands cradled the back of your head, keeping you from hitting brick again as his other hand gripped your ass, his thigh sliding between your legs and grinding up against your warmth. Zoro moaned against your skin, his breathing shaky as he groaned out,

"Gods, I can feel how soaked you are,"

Your breath hitched, eyes rolling back at the ecstatic feeling of pleasure running over you. You unconsciously humped against his leg slightly, moaning softly when he moved up into you.

"Desperate, aren't you?" He murmured in your ear before he easily flipped you around, your ass pressing into his very evident boner as he gently moved your hands to the rough brick.

Ripping your shirt off, he handed it to you and instructed you with a husky voice to hold it to the wall, keeping your palms from scratching and bruising. You stared at the fabric before staring up at him with wide eyes, trying not to freak out.

"Zo…. This was Nami's."

The swordsman's face fell, a look of fear crossing it as he stared at the ruined fabric, his lips pressing into a thin line before he finally shrugged and replied,

"Shit happens."

You went to reply but one of his hands snaked around your front, immediately shoving down the front of your yoga pants and cupping your sex. He groaned with a wide grin, his forehead resting against your shoulder as you gave a low moan, reveling in his touch.

Two of his fingers pressed over your soaked slit, his lips grinning against your skin at the sounds he pulled from you.

"I've barely touched you and you're already this soaked," he mumbles, pressing hot kisses to your skin as one finger traces around your clit. Once again you unconsciously move against him, your ass pressing into his clothed cock as one of his fingers finally slides into you.

Your mouth falls open, an almost silent plea for him not to stop leaving you which he happily obliged. He sucked a few more marks onto your skin, smirking to himself at the constellations he marred you with, a sense of pride filling him at the sounds that came from you. A second finger fell into you and you nearly came then and there, thankfully for his other hand that gently slapped over your mouth to keep you from being too loud.

"Tsk, come on princess, you know better," he purred in your ear, his ego growing three sizes at seeing your eyes roll back simply at his fingers.

He curled his fingers and you came, almost falling against him as your body twitched, one of your hands moving from the brick to grip around his forearm as much as you could to try and stop him.

You couldn't.

A high pitched whine fell from you as he kept going, feeling a strange pressure and you almost yelped at the sudden gush that came from you. Zoro pulled you tight to his chest, his breathing erratic and eye wide as he realized what he just made you do.

"Do that again," he demanded roughly, his pace picking up slightly as he pounded into you. It didn't take long, warmth gushing over his fingers and pulling a soft, breathy laugh from him. He finally stilled, two fingers still squished inside your now throbbing cunt and you were able to catch your breath, eyes opening to stare up at a very pleased looking Zoro.

"I want to make you do that over and over," he admitted with a sharky grin, slowly pulling his hand from your pants. He stared down at his soaked hand and gave a shaky sigh, eye closing as he licked your juices from his palm and fingers, your face burning bright red at the sight. When he was satisfied, he grinned down at you again and whispered,

"Let's go back to the ship."

You threw the ruined shirt back on and grunted softly at how it hung off your bra-covered chest. You hummed for a moment before daisy-duke tying it, the knot sitting in the middle of your breasts comfortably. You then looked up at him with a grin of your own, gripping his hand into yours as you leaned up into a quick kiss, your heart racing as he kissed you back feverishly.

He frowned when you pulled away, tugging you closer to him as you began to lead him back towards the ship.

"I think this time though, you should let me have a little taste," you teased, falling in step with him. Your words caused a fire to rage inside him, and he immediately threw you over his shoulder, ignoring your shout of indignation, and the second the Sunny was in view, he raced towards the ship.

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[nixcwen]

➳ wildfire | vinsmoke sanji

request by anon: Hii! I saw ur requests are open so may I please request a sanji x fem!reader where while fighting marines reader took the bullet/hit for sanji? And sanji got shocked because he wasn’t used to being saved by women (btw sanji and reader has a crush on each other) and reader confessed to sanji before fainting and after everything reader was treated by chopper and when she woke up sanji was there and akso confessed to her and then they kissed hehe. I hope this is okay! Thank you!!

“Sanji, Sanji!” You ran so fast your limbs were scorching- also uncomfortably aching, sweat poured non-stop from your forehead, throat forcing shouts in hurry and worry. “Sanji! Look back!”

The cook of Thousand Sunny displayed his blazing long legs with pride. He was exchanging blows with his opponent, hands tucked in his pants, his focus not faltering- which left you with no choice. You wouldn’t be able to take it if he gets hurt, even worse, die. Not with you around.

Without a second thought, you flung yourself forward to Sanji, tackling him to the ground. Immense pain unlike you’ve never experienced before enveloped your abdomen. It was sharp. Excruciating. You could not catch your breath, gasping for air while clutching the frame of a motionless Sanji. His mouth hung open leading to drop the cigar he has been consuming.

“Y/N-chan?”

“I told you to look back. You never listen to me.” You drop your head onto his chest. “Hear me out this time, will you?”

“Are- are you hurt? I’m gonna go get- I’ll call… call for help- wait for me-” you placed your pointer finger on top of his wobbling lips.

“I said listen-“ you took a deep breath, hissed at the pain that suddenly surged, but continued nevertheless, “we don’t know how things would go. I’m not one to do so but I’ll take the chance this time.”

Amidst the battle cries, the shade of red painting the ground, it can never be not romantic so long as he was close. So long as you can hear his heartbeat. You continued expressing the feelings you have suppressed.

“I like you, Sanji. Maybe even more than I’m admitting. I like you. Did you hear that?”

The word stunned would understate what he feels at that very moment. He was baffled- bewildered. Then he was afraid. Urgency knocked him back to reality when your eyes fluttered closed. He was shaking you, calling you, but you didn’t answer anymore.

Your world goes black and so does Sanji’s.

“Sanji,” a familiar cute little voice uttered, “I guarantee you she would wake up. You wouldn’t want her to open her eyes and see you like this, would you? I don’t want to treat any more of you than I have to.”

“I’ll wait for them, Chopper.”

An adorable but noticeably frustrated sigh left the Doctor’s mouth. “Sanji-“

“I said I’ll wait for them.”

With that, you’re eyes fluttered open, your lips turning up in a smile.

“I got this, Chopper.” You answered with a sore throat. Chopper left with a relieved sigh.

“Y/N-chan!” Without wasting a second, his arms immediately surrounded you, trapping you in a tight and warm embrace. A little sting on your abdomen made you hiss. It made him release you from his hold, opting to settle his hands on your shoulder before looking you in the eye.

And that was when you wished you took all the hurt you could have, so it did not have to make a home in Sanji’s face, it was a heartbreaking sight. Tears pooled in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks- ones that are hollowed from probably skipping his meals. His hair was disheveled but no—it was not the worst part—it was the same suit, same necktie, same blood-soaked clothes that he wore when you were shot. The hands on your shoulders continued to tremble. So you held it. Enclosed it against yours.

“I’m alright, Sanji, though it seems like you’re not.”

He closed his eyes, shaking his head from left to right. “No, I’m not,” he uttered in a voice so small you barely heard it. “Don’t tell me that you love me just to leave me.”

The statement made you clear your throat.

“Excuse me? I don’t think I recall saying that.” You didn’t know his eyes also held much power because they made you take your words back as soon as you said them. “I mean, yes, I did tell you I like you-“

“I do. I like you. Hell, I love you, Y/N! Don’t tell me you take a bullet for me and expect me not to? But please let me take the bullet for you next time. I’d rather suffer myself than see you… like this.”

He rested his forehead on the crook of your neck. Meanwhile, you leaned down a little, pressing a kiss to his hair.

“I can’t have you hurting in my stead. Let’s just compromise. How about taking down the enemies before they even touch us? I think that sounds better.”

“Yes, that does sound better. I won’t let them lay their hands on you. Never again. But…” you wondered what it was again when he pulled away from you, not that much really, just enough to stare deep into your eyes and communicate his message, “you still haven’t said it back.”

You smiled, a giddy one, a surge of warmth spreading like wildfire in your heart.

“I love you.”

Your lips pressed against one another, molding with his in a slow and passionate kiss. It was searing. The fire resisted to cease, rather, it only glowed brighter. Just like wildfire.

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pairing: OPLA!Usopp x GN!Reader wc: 0.6k cw: spoilers for opla eps 5-7 but ive forgot which eps exactly so proceed with caution an: if i had a dime for every time i felt uncomfortable writing kisses id have a shit ton of dimes bc i dont want to write kisses but if it calls for it i must answer.

"Usopp, i need help!" You snapped, broom clutched precariously in your hands as you stood on the hanging table.

As your eyes scanned the floor, the small rat you had seen earlier darted across the floor, causing you to yelp and stumble back a little.

You had been stuck in the kitchen for a while, at a stalemate with the critter. You weren't sure anyone had heard your cries for help.

"Hey Y/n, i thought i hear you calling- What the hell?!" He jumped as the rat scuttled around his feet, moving back faster than you had ever seen him move before. It might have been comedically funny if it weren't for that fact that it was a rat, on deck of all things.

"Usopp you coward! Now's not the time to move away!" Usopp stared at you, looking down at the floor before looking back up with a hint of guilt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, i might have left some snacks out, and i think... it might have attracted the little guy. But don't worry, I'll take care of it!" He offered, and you sighed in exasperation.

"Just... just be quiet for a moment. Let me handle this." With a deep breath, you steadied yourself on the table and lowered the broom cautiously towards the rat.

With a quick lunge, making a dangerous swipe at the critter.

"Gotcha! Wait whoa-" You lunged too far, dangerously far off the edge of the table.

Usopp's eyes widened in alarm, and he sprang into action, reaching out to grab you as your arms flailed, trying and failing to regain the balance.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, and you looked up at him, your eyes wide.

"Rats," you muttered, warmth spreading across your face as you leaned slightly into his arms. "I'm sorry. Thank you for catching me, though."

He smiled, his dark eyes softening with concern. "Of course, I've got your back. It was a close call, though. Are you okay?"

You nodded, feeling grateful but also a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."

Usopp chuckled, his hand still lingering on your waist. "Well, I guess I owe you one now."

As he let go, you couldn't help but notice the warmth in his eyes and the gentle smile on his face.

You continued to watch the rat scuttle about the room, eyes wandering from his, broom clutched firmly in your hands.

The little creature had found a temporary refuge beneath the table, and you beckoned to Usopp. Whispering, you said, "I think we need a more strategic plan."

Usopp nodded in agreement, strange look in his eye as he watched the animal alongside you. "You're right. Let's not scare it too much. I have an idea. You stay here and keep an eye on the rat, and I'll try to guide it toward you."

Grabbing a jar, he quickly set up a contraption, fiddling with it before eventually placing a piece of cheese under it.

"Where did you get the cheese?" You whispered as he joined you, crouching next to you behind the island.

Usopp grinned smugly. "I always have a secret stash of snacks. Just in case of emergencies, you know."

"Dude, in what case would we ever need cheese?" You laughed, hushing as Usopp landed a smack to the back, pointing to the jar.

The two of you watched as the rat slowly approached the jar, lured by the scent of the cheese. Its tiny nose twitched, and it cautiously entered the opening, pawing its way in.

With a deft movement, he slid a thin piece of cardboard under the jar, trapping the rat inside. It squeaked in surprise, causing you to jump a little.

"We got it!" Usopp exclaimed, a triumphant grin on his face. "Well done, (Y/N)!"

You couldn't help but laugh in relief, "You're a hero Usopp."

He grinned, his chest puffing out a little with pride. "Well, it's all in a day's work for the brave captain of the Straw Hat Pirates."

"Well, i don't think the actual captain would take very nicely to that," You smirked, taking the jar from him.

"Hey-" He said, looking at you seriously before breaking into a smile, "-there's no telling. It can just be our little secret."

"Well, i'm going to have to charge you for that... How about a kiss?" You smiled at him, putting down the jar.

He glanced around the room before leaning in closer to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eye.

"Well, I suppose I could consider it as payment for saving you from that rat," he replied, his voice teasing.

The two of you shared a brief, sweet kiss. Warmth spread, goosebumps running down your arms as the chaos of the kitchen seem to melt away.

When you finally pulled away, Usopp had a satisfied grin on his face. "Consider us even now."

"Deal-"

A crash interrupted you, and you turned around, smashed jar now on the floor instead of the counter, without a rat to hold.

"Rats. Not again."

"Rats indeed. Better not let Sanji see that," He said, scurrying away as you flushed.

"You better get your ass back here Usopp!"

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[harudnae]

I posted a fic already today, but it's the weekend so here's an extra snack!

I was really obsessed with them when I started writing this so a very horny, very smutty Roger Pirates Monster Trio x Reader fic. This one might be a bit unhinged but hey, at least I had fun!

Well, actually I'm still obsessed so there will be more fics with them.

Also, regarding word count: YES I went overboard. There's roughly 3k of padding around pure smut, you've been warned.

I told you: obsessed.

Also posted on AO3 on 2024.01.19

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Gaban x Rayleigh x Roger x F!Reader (mostly everyone x Reader but every other subcombination is either implied or explicitly included)

Summary: A luxurious summer island, fresh supplies galore, including ripe, sweet and slightly spicy, absolutely delicious but unidentified fruit. What could possibly go wrong?

(A stupidly horny story where Reader's curiosity gets the better out of her, and she gets completely wrecked in return.)

Content warnings : aphrodisiacs, oral sex (Reader giving & receiving), vaginal sex, anal sex, squirting, creampie, sloppy seconds, double penetration, orgasm denial

Word count: <16k

🍑 Forbidden Fruit

After long weeks at sea, the Oro Jackson moors at an uninhabited summer island.

Part of the crew sets up camp under Rayleigh and Gaban's supervision, and the rest is tasked with gathering fresh food.

You got your sea legs long ago, but it's always nice to set foot on firm land once in a while, so you're grateful for the occasion. You've been sent out with the latter group and after scattering in every direction, you're exploring a section of the forest by yourself. The vegetation is dense so you need to rummage through thick bushes to find spots of interest, but you manage to pick up fruits, veggies and herbs that you know of, making sure everything is either ripe and ready to consume, or that it can wait a bit and will still be easily manageable once you're back at sea.

A sweet scent catches your attention and leads you to a small clearing a little further inland. There's a tree there, with bunches of fruits dangling from its branches, a little smaller than apples, deep orange marbled with crimson lines.

You grab a fruit and curiously examine it, feeling the velvety texture of its skin and inhaling its scent. "Ooh, smells like honey, I wonder if it's good?" You carefully press your thumbs into the fruit and it easily splits open, smearing your fingers with sweet juice. You pick the kernel out and tear a small bit from the fruit that you bring to your mouth.

It's tender and soft, melting on your tongue, sweet as expected though not too much, and slightly spicy as you swallow.

You groan in delight. "That's so good! Everyone is going to love this!" You fill up a full basket with the sweet fruit, eating a few of them on the way back to camp. Happy with your findings, you hum a song as you carry the basket full of delicious fruits towards the rest of the supplies.

Crocus sniffs the air as you pass by him, and curiously gazes up.

You beam. "Smells good, huh? I found those earlier!" You proudly show the contents of your basket.

Crocus frowns. "Uh, yeah, but that's a big no. You're going to put that back right where you found it, or this is going to be a long night ashore."

You frown. "Why?"

"Those are fire peaches. The sweet, honey-like scent those have? Basically aphrodisiac juice. The riper those peaches are, the stronger the aphrodisiac is. You gathered enough to turn this whole camp into a literal fuck-fest in a few hours, so..." As he trails out his gaze briefly flickers towards the cabin boys. "That won't do. Sorry, you'll have to find something else." He curiously tilts his head as he glances back at you. "You okay, (y/n)? You look a little pale."

"Uh. Just glad I didn't give any of these to anyone yet", you stiffly say.

Crocus squints. "You didn't eat any either?"

You quickly nod the negative. "Nope!" You force a smile then turn around and make a beeline for the forest. Once you're far enough from the camp you drop the basket, and slump down against a tree, holding your head between your hands. "Fuck... And I ate four of them? Five, maybe? No, nononono this can't be happening. And I lied to Crocus too, so there's no way I can go back on my word now. I'll have to manage somehow... Oh, fuck, I'm so screwed. Fuck!!"

The traitorous fruits, ripe and enticing, seem to taunt you from the basket where they lay.

"Oh, I am so getting rid of you", you grumble, then resume your walk, going as deep into the forest as you can to make sure nobody finds those damned peaches. Once you're done, you gather some more safe fruit and backtrack to join the rest of the crew. You're slightly light-headed when you're back by sunset, and the basket on your head wobbles a little. You try your best to balance it until your reach the tent where the supplies are stocked, but it's slipping from your grasp. "Oh–"

"There, there", Gaban says as he helps you balance the basket on your head again. "You good?"

"Yeah, a little dizzy is all." You clear your throat. "Summer islands, hot weather and all that", you quickly dismiss with a wave of your free hand.

"I'll help you then", Gaban offers, not giving you time or space for refusal as he grabs the basket, tagging alongside you as you store the fruit under a tent.

You take a deep breath once under the shade, it's a little cooler under the tent but the dizziness is still here, so you sit on the ground, not really hopeful but still wishing it'll go away.

Gaban curiously observes you. "If you feel that bad you should go to Crocus."

You fight against the urge to cringe at his words, and offer him a weak smile. "It's fine, really. I promise I'm fine, don't worry."

You're not fine.

Captain Roger called for a party when the sun came down, and everyone got busy with preparing a feast with what everyone found, drinks and everything. If any other occasion would have been a blast for you as well, tonight proves to be quite harder to handle than usual.

You don't drink much because your head has already been spinning for a while, and you have trouble focusing on something else than the urgently growing need inside of you. You tell yourself that you'll go to sleep early, probably masturbate for an hour or two, and everything will be alright, surely? Just the thought of touching yourself forces a tiny moan out from your lips. Bewildered, you quickly glance around you, glad everyone is having fun and being loud enough that nobody heard you. You exhale a strained sigh, swallow around the lump in your throat, then you move away from the rest of the group with the firm intent to lock yourself in your cabin and do whatever you can to deal with your demise, alone.

You're barely outside camp when you hear Gaban's voice behind you. "(y/n), you okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine", you snap back and keep walking.

"Hey, is something wrong?", he asks as he grabs your arm.

You inhale a sharp breath and stiffen at the contact, warm and tingling. You quickly pull your arm out of reach and turn to him, wide-eyed.

Gaban stops dead in his tracks and curiously observes you. "You've been acting weird since earlier. Please, open up, I mean no harm."

Glancing down to avoid his gaze, your eyes find the hand that held you back, already dreaming to feel the contact of bare skin against yours again... Your eyes are drawn to his defined arm, his strong shoulder, his neck, and your head spins again as you observe the moonlight playing on his tanned skin, so kissable, making you wonder how he tastes... You finally reach his face, and find him so fucking handsome even with the worried frown creasing his forehead. Why is he so hot?

Gaban slightly tilts his head. "(y/n)?"

You shake your head to clear it from dangerous thoughts, and clear your throat. "I'm fine, I promise, I just need some sleep", you lie, hoping to get away with it.

"I'll walk you back, then."

You open your mouth to protest but your words die in your throat, suddenly dry at the mental images your brain conjures out of nowhere.

Gaban removes his glasses and leans in a little to make eye contact. "I'm worried about you, I just want to make sure you're doing good, alright?"

You stare at his mouth as he speaks, and you wet your own lips as your gaze drifts to the side only to fall onto his arm again. Fuck, I want him to hold me so bad... You close your eyes and try to ignore more mental images spawning behind your eyelids, then you straighten up and briskly resume your walk. "Whatever", you weakly say, heat rising up to your face.

Gaban walks by your side. "Did something happen?"

You stubbornly watch the path in front of you. "No."

"I don't buy it. Usually you're not that cold."

You huff a startled laugh. Actually, it's quite the opposite. "I told you... I'm just tired, that's it", you snap, a little more harshly than you intended.

"You look... pretty angry, rather than tired."

You heavily sigh.

"Not angry, annoyed maybe? Still, that's unlike you."

You hold your tongue and try your best not to acknowledge Gaban's body warmth as he walks closer to you. You quicken your pace a little, trying to put more distance between you and him.

"Either way, not tired."

You roll your eyes and keep walking in silence. Finally, hopes flares in your chest as you reach the ship. You grab the closest rope ladder and turn to him. "That's it, I'm going to bed. Thanks for everything."

He offers you a worried frown and a soft smile. "You sure?"

Fuck, he's really cute. Your gaze flickers to the side as you squirm on your feet, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to contain the fire growing inside you. "Yeah, I swear", you plead and look back up at him.

"Oi." Gaban grabs your face between his hands, studying you under the moonlight.

You can't repress a needy whine under his warm touch. Close, so close, so warm. You close your eyes, mortified.

"Look at me."

The order makes you squirm a little more, and you open your eyes again, pursing your lips in shame.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

You blink. "What?"

"Um, I really think Crocus should see you."

"No, no! Please don't tell him", you beg, grabbing his forearms and trying to push him away.

"Sorry, not sorry, you're coming back to camp with me."

"You can't make me", you weakly protest, then you turn back towards the ship.

You barely set a first foot on the rope ladder when Gaban wraps his hands around your waist, and throws you over his shoulder. "Like hell I can't", he huffs.

The feeling of his hands around your waist, his body warmth you feel through your clothes, and the fact that he has no trouble handling you like this makes the fire inside you flare up. It takes you a couple of minutes to calm down, and only once you managed to even your breathing you realize he's walking back to the camp. "Gaban... Put me down", you whine.

"Nuh-huh. I don't know what's going on but you're not in your normal state."

"Please, you don't understand... I mean–" You sigh in defeat. "I'll see Crocus, I promise I will, but please, I don't want to be in the middle of everyone right now." Too much people, too warm, too sensitive.

Gaban sets you back on the ground, and firmly grabs your shoulders. "Look, I don't know what's going on but I'll be damned if I leave you like this."

You stiffen at the contact but do your best to focus on what he says.

"I can bring him back. But will you wait?"

You urgently nod.

He points at a fallen tree. "Alright, you sit there. If you're not here when I come back–"

"I will, I swear", you cut him. At this point it's no use hiding anymore, so you might as well get a proper diagnosis and maybe even some medicine to counter the effects of the goddamn fire peaches. You sit on the trunk in defeat, and focus on your breathing while you wait.

Gaban comes back a few minutes later with the doctor in tow, and sits on the trunk next to you.

Crocus kneels in front of you, and frowns as he examines your eyes. Then he shakes his head, heavily sighing. "How many fire peaches did you eat?"

You cringe and look between your feet. "Four? Five?"

Crocus huffs. "Thought so."

Gaban asks, "Fire peaches?"

Crocus sighs again. "Long story short, a powerfully aphrodisiac fruit. (y/n) brought some earlier, I warned her, she said she didn't eat any and went to throw everything away... and now we're here."

"Oh."

"How long is it gonna last?", you weakly ask, still glaring at the ground.

"Well, with the size of your pupils right now, I'd say you're in for a long, long night." The doctor shrugs. "Maybe 'til sunrise."

"Please, please tell me you have medicine against this. I can't spend the whole night like that."

"I'm afraid I don't! And I heard it can be painful if not relieved too, so... You might need to find someone willing to help you with–" He vaguely gestures at you with a hand. "...that."

"No, no, this can't be happening", you desperately whine as you bury your head between your hands, squirming on your seat as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. You wish you could dig a hole deep enough to disappear into it.

Gaban clears his throat.

You give him a shy side-glance, noticing only now that he's been silent for a while.

He asks Crocus, "How painful?"

"Hmm, enough that any painkiller I have wouldn't change much. It supposedly gets worse as time passes, and with the amount she ate? I'm fairly sure it'll be awful. To be honest there's not much I can do at this point, but she'd rather be far from camp and in good company."

A darker shade dusting his cheeks, Gaban declares, "Okay. I'll do it."

You open wide eyes and your mouth falls a little agape.

He turns to you and softly explains, "That way, nobody else has to know. I understand now why you didn't want to join the rest of the crew earlier, and I don't want you to go through any more trouble."

You blink in disbelief.

"Great, then that's settled!" Crocus claps his knees and gets up. "Don't forget to drink lots of water, or you'll risk dehydration. Oh, and fire peaches are slightly psychoactive too, it tends to... loosen up people, lower their inhibitions and all that, so..." He waves as he returns to the party. "Have fun!"

Gaban stands up and offers his hand to help you up.

You exhale a shaky breath as you get up, the mere contact of his skin sending another powerful wave of arousal through your body. You have trouble breathing evenly as you walk back to the ship, eyes locked on the path under your feet. "I'm sorry", you murmur after a quiet while.

"What for?"

"For lying to you. To Crocus, too, and... now it's my fault you're stuck with me."

He thoughtfully hums. "I don't like that you lied, but I understand. It's not like you ate those fire peaches on purpose, right?" There's a pause, then he quietly says, "And I'm not "stuck", I offered my help because I wanted to."

You give him a side-glance. "You wanted to?", you echo in disbelief.

Cheeks a shade pinker than earlier, a shy smile lifting the corners of his mouth. "Yeah. I'd rather–" He clears his throat. "I mean, it's bad enough that those fire peaches are strong enough to put you into physical pain, so I want to make sure you're okay."

The fire inside you keeps growing, and Gaban's kind attentions don't appease it much. You side-eye him as you reach the ship, let him help you up the rope ladder. Once you're in front of his cabin you turn to him and quietly ask, "Gaban?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to force you to do anything..."

"I told you I wanted to help."

You hold onto your wavering lucidity and press further, "Yeah, but... Would you do this if not for the fire peaches?"

His frown softens, a smile curls his lips. "Yeah, I would."

You sigh of relief, and as your shoulders are relieved from some tension you slump a little on yourself.

Gaban slides an arm around your waist for support. "Hey..."

You lean into his strong embrace, eyes fluttering shut as you bask in his warmth, yet yearning for his bare skin against yours.

"I'm sorry about the circumstances but... I wouldn't have volunteered if I wasn't into you."

You look up, slightly dizzy again. "Really?"

He nods and offers you his sweetest smile.

Your gaze lingers on his lips, you absentmindedly lick yours, and what's left of your resolve snaps there and then. You lean up to kiss him, wrapping your hands around his neck for support.

Gaban kisses you back, soft and gentle, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

You sigh of delight and slide your tongue between his parted lips, moaning into his mouth as you taste him. Your fingers tighten around his shirt, pulling him closer as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, and you buck your hips towards him, seeking more friction.

He leans back a little, breaking the kiss, and reaches out for the door to his cabin behind you. "Let's get inside", he invitingly says, softly smiling.

You blink and realize you're still out on the deck. Crap, I'm already far gone. You rub the back of your head in embarrassment "Sorry", you sheepishly murmur as you get through the door.

"Trouble holding back?", he asks as he locks the door behind you.

You turn your attention back to him. "Yeah..."

Gaban moves back into your personal space and grabs your waist. "That's flattering", he says before leaning in to kiss you. He's bolder now, claiming your mouth and swallowing your moans, while his hands roam your back and sides. His hands are warm, so warm, making your skin tingle under his touch and crave direct contact.

Why are you still wearing clothes, again? Lost in sensation, you don't even notice he's walking you around until you bump backwards into the bed. You hurriedly climb onto the mattress and hungrily gaze as Gaban comes to lay next to you. Mind foggy, craving more, you straddle his hips and rock your hips as your hands explore the broad expanse of his chest.

He swallows under your eager touches.

You bite your lower lip and untie his sash, then remove his shirt. You lift a very interested eyebrow and stare a little longer than necessary once the irrelevant garments are out of the way. Your hands lay on his narrow hips, thumb tracing the sharp dip of the bone, then they travel up. Your fingertips tingle as his sun-kissed skin radiates warmth beneath yours, taut muscle flexing then relaxing under your touch as you move up, idly playing with his chest hair as you reach his pectorals. An irrepressible urge to taste him blooms inside you and you lean in to do just that.

Gaban exhales a deep hum and places his hands on your hips when you kiss his neck, and his fingertips slightly dig into your flesh as you start licking and nibbling your way down his shoulder.

A few encouraging moans only fuel your arousal further, and you gently bite his shoulder, before moving further down, nibbling his skin and tongue flicking over his nipples while your hands keep groping him. You want his skin, want his voice, want to eat him raw, ready to do anything to quench the insatiable hunger setting your nerves on fire. You're licking his happy trail with an appreciative groan when he places a hand on your nape, prompting you to look up.

He removes his glasses and meets your gaze, his cheeks flushed a dark shade of pink. "You okay?"

You lazily smile and nod the affirmative, licking another long stripe up his abs to prove your point.

His fingers tighten around your nape as he exhales a strained moan, then he cups your chin and tilts your head up a little, looking down with intent. "Why don't I take care of you, too, huh?"

You blink and buck your hips, finding your underwear soaked already. You lick your lips. "Yes, yes please..." You lay by his side and help him undress you, the lukewarm air in the cabin coming in stark contrast to you own temperature, raising goosebumps on your heated skin. You open your mouth to complain about it but your voice breaks the moment he sets his hands on you.

Sitting next to you, he showers you in gentle touches, fingertips leaving sparks of pleasure across your body as he softly gropes and caresses, slowly exploring.

You urge him for more and start moaning as his hands press harder into your skin, appreciating the soft give of your flesh. "Please, more..."

Gaban slides a hand under your back and gently lifts you up a little, smirks at your curious gaze then leans in to lick the closest nipple.

"Oh, fuck yes." Your hands tangle in his thick curly hair and you pull him closer. You hiss as he catches your drift and leans in to suck your tit, then you press him harder against you, craving the feeling of his mouth around your skin.

He switches sides as he lays you back down on the mattress, then moves further down, peppering your tummy with needy wet kisses as his hands keep playing with your chest.

You rub your thighs together, desperate to quell the ache growing between them, and squirm under Gaban while he kisses his way across your hip.

He pushes your thighs open and kneels between them, thumbs tracing soothing circles against your skin. "You good?", he asks with a slightly worried frown.

You wet your lips. "Yeah... Want you, need you."

Gaban softly smiles. "Can do", he says, and he dives in without further ado.

You exhale a low throaty groan as he latches his mouth on you and eagerly eats you out, tongue exploring your folds and gently teasing the swollen length hidden beneath, and you tilt your hips for better access.

Gaban wraps his arms around your thighs while his tongue slides inside you, tasting you in the most intimate way possible.

You let out another few sinful moans when you feel the wet muscle caressing your inner walls, and a weak whine as the tip of his nose rubs the underside of your clit. You try to wriggle for more contact but his strong grip holds you firmly in place. You throw him a pleading glance as your hands grip at the bedsheets.

He looks up, and you feel the smile between your thighs as he slides his tongue deeper.

You throw your head back on the pillow and let him do as he pleases – not that you would do much against it anyway, and your mind is too hazy to do more than just relish in such a treat. You're positively light-headed within a few minutes, heavily panting with an orgasm steadily building up and not caring anymore about how loud you voice your enjoyment of your current situation. You barely register when one of his hands leaves your thigh, and in a haze, you don't pick up why you feel like you can move a little more, so you look down.

You lock eyes with Gaban at the moment he slides two thick fingers inside you and curls them just right. He hums around your clit as you close your eyes and mewl, then he starts sucking your swollen length, rubbing his fingertips against your sweet spot until you squirt around them.

Your climax takes you by surprise, fast and short-lived, long as a yelp but very intense, strong enough to leave you breathless and trembling on the bed.

As you regain your breath Gaban pulls his fingers out and smiles against your inner thigh, peppering it with soft kisses. "You're still good?"

Your inner walls flutter around nothing, still throbbing from the recent orgasm yet aching for more. You exhale a weak chuckle. "Oh, yeah. I want more, though."

Gaban hums and dives back in to repeat the whole process, adding a third finger and spreading them out to rub your inner walls.

Your hands move from the bedsheets to his head, tangling in his dark hair, and you gently tug the curly strands to keep him where it feels better. "Fuck– oh, right there..."

Your clit throbs under Gaban's tongue as he hums around you, and he keeps pressing into the swollen spot inside you, spreading his fingertips and rubbing them around, never leaving it untouched.

You pull on his hair when he sucks harder, and the low rumble of his voice as he groans against your cunt in return sends you over the edge again.

Gaban flattens his tongue over your swollen length and presses it hard, lowly humming against you as you ride your high. He stays there a little while more as you fall limp again, and his jaw is a little slack as he leans back up, eyes full of desire as he observes you.

You barely found your breath again when you meet his lust-filled gaze, and the fire inside you grows anew. You exhale a breathless chuckle and announce, "My turn."

Gaban frowns. "Huh?"

You sit up and push him down to the mattress, licking your lips.

"You–"

"I want to taste you, too", you huskily say as your hands finds his still clothed erection, throbbing under your touch.

His Adam's apple moves up and down as he swallows.

You lean in to lick a stripe down the column of his throat, and you smile against his skin when he exhales a throaty groan. Your mouth next explores downwards, kissing, nibbling and licking your way down, tongue lapping a few beads of sweat as you inhale Gaban's scent, hands idly palming at the broad expanse of his torso.

"Oh, fuck– Mmh, that feels good..."

Arousal spiking under his praise, you scoot next to him as you slide his underwear down, then kneel between his parted thighs.

Gaban looks at you, face flush a shade darker. "You sure?"

"Oh, yeah", you nod.

"You don't have to if you– ngh!"

You wrap your hand around his already leaking cock and give an experimental stroke. "I want this. Wanted this for a while, actually. Those damn fire peaches only made me want you more", you huskily say before leaning in to lick a long stripe up the throbbing shaft, eyeing his reaction.

Gaban struggles to keep eye contact while you wet the pulsating vein underneath and tease his frenulum, and exhales a strained moan. "Just wanted to make sure– Oh, fuck–"

You engulf him and swirl your tongue around the flared tip, humming in delight around the pulse beating against your tongue. You lap a few beads of precum at his tip then start bobbing your head up and down, trying to fit more of his cock with each movement.

"Holy shit– Nghh, this is so good..."

You hollow your cheeks on the upstroke, letting spit and precum well in your mouth and dribble down your chin. You look up then, and can't suppress a husky moan at the sight.

Gaban's propped on his elbows, gripping at the bedsheets and frowning in an obvious attempt to restrain himself, lust-filled eyes trained on you, his sun-kissed skin shining with a sheen layer of sweat and his upper body tense under your doings.

You suck harder and gaze up for a few more moments, committing the heavenly sight to memory for later use. Then you lean up, releasing him with one last run of your tongue across his rock hard cock. Then you roughly lick your lips and raise your hand to his, digging fingertips into his closed fist. "You don't have to hold yourself, you know."

Gaban's eyelid twitches. "I don't want to hurt you", he sheepishly says.

"You can still be rough, though."

Gaban cracks a sly smile. "I'm lucky you're so feisty..."

"Hungry", you correct and dive back in mouth first, sliding your lips around his girth until you feel his tip throbbing at the back of your throat.

Gaban loudly groans and instantly cards a hand into your hair, tangling strong fingers into your hair and just barely holding you in place before he pulls your head up a little. "You–"

"Mh-hmm?", you hum around his cock, tongue swirling around his tip.

"You're so– ngh! So, so fucking good..."

You lean back in and resume blowing him off, taking in as much as you can.

Gaban's hand remains into your hair, gently pressing fingertips into your scalp as he hisses and moans under your doings, guiding you but never forcing you down on him.

You deepthroat him anyway, not caring in the least that you're drooling spit and precum all over him – you're hoping to give a good show too, you want him to want you as much as you do, you want to drive him crazy and have him wreck you. His moans, his touch, the way he throbs against your tongue are enough to make the fire within you burn again, but it's the suddenly stronger taste of precum that makes it flare brighter. Your insides clench around nothing, and you exhale a needy whimper.

Gaban's cock throbs in return, and he tugs on your hair, pulling you all the way up, out of breath as he gazes at you with darkened eyes.

You lick your lips and instantly move up to straddle him, rubbing your dripping cunt against his pulsating cock. "I want you so bad it hurts", you whine.

He exhales a low moan, then he guides his length between your folds while you lift your hips up.

You adjust the angle of your hips and spread your juices around his tip as you tease your dripping entrance, then you sink down in one go and push your hips back, throwing your head backwards and exhaling a low satisfied groan once you're fully seated. Your inner walls flutter around him when you look back down.

Gaban's face is flushed red, obviously aroused albeit a little bewildered by your eagerness, heavily panting as he places his hands over your hips, gently squeezing.

You smirk and rock your hips, moaning as you adjust your position and start moving faster. "Oh, fuck yeah", you breathe out as you ride him, eyelids falling down as you focus on the sensations inside you. You're so full, your inner walls stretching out to accommodate him, the constant throbbing and rubbing against all the good places inside you...

Gaban's grip tightens on your hips. "I'm close, (y/n), I–"

You open your eyes and roll your hips harder as you hold his gaze. "I want to feel you cum inside me", you say without missing a beat.

"Oh, fuck–" Gaban's eyes roll back a little before he makes eye contact again. His fingertips dig into your hips a little more as he guides you, grinding his hips harder into you. He huskily growls, "You really want this?"

"Uh-huh", you nod the affirmative, biting on your lower lip.

"Mmh– You're gonna make me cum so hard..."

You smirk and keep moving faster. "Yeah?"

"Fuck, fuck–" Gaban's hips buck into yours and he pulls you down hard, burying his cock deep inside you as it starts throbbing wildly, spurting warm loads of cum inside you. His whole glistening body tenses and a single, long, broken sound leaves his lips as he rides his high.

You feast on the view as you keep riding him, relishing in the intense pulsations inside your core and the slick warmth spreading there and dripping down between your thighs.

He looks at you from behind half-lidded eyes as he slowly comes down from cloud nine, still half-hard inside of you while he resumes giving hip rolls of his own.

You angle your hips better, rubbing your swollen clit against his happy trail, reaching for another climax. "Oh, fuck... Ngh..."

"You're so fucking hot", Gaban breathlessly says, sliding a hand up to squeeze your waist then grope a breast, fingertips teasing your nipple.

You arch your back then, seeking more contact. "Oh, please, more..."

Gaban instantly complies, cupping both of your tits and thumbing at your nipples hardening under his touch.

"I– unf! I wanna cum so bad", you whimper, rubbing your swollen clit harder against him.

Gaban rolls your nipples between his fingertips, sending a jolt of arousal through your body, then leans in to suck on the closest tit.

You breathe more heavily and press your hips down harder, feeling more warmth pool in your gut, close, so close to an orgasm. "Oh, please, pleaseplease–"

Gaban sucks hard on your nipple, then gently bites it as his hand pulls on the other one.

The coil snaps and you throw your head back to let out a series of loud moans, your whole body curling and trembling as waves and waves of liquid ecstasy spreads throughout your whole body, your skin tingling in their wake.

Gaban keeps sucking and pulling on your tits as your inner walls squeeze him tight, humming in delight into your skin as he bucks his hips into yours to feel you cum better.

When finally you settle down a little you look back down at him, out of breath and positively sated. You offer him a lazy smile. "Oh, that was– haa– so good..."

"Oh yeah", he says as he leans back and grabs your waist again, rocking his hips into yours.

You moan as you feel his dick standing to full attention again inside you, deliciously stretching you. Your insides flutter around him. Not sated yet. "More?", you coyly ask.

"My pleasure." Gaban flips you both over and places his hands on either side of your head, slowly rocking his hips into yours as he hovers above you.

You bite your lower lip, feasting on the view, and you adjust your position under him, tilting your hips a little higher for a deeper penetration.

Gaban grins and starts thrusting, long and slow, making sure to rub his flared tip against your sweet spot with every thrust.

You cling onto his waist, fingertips digging into his back. "Harder", you moan.

He growls and picks up his pace a little, filling you with each thrust yet still not quite satisfying enough.

You impatiently whine. "Come on, I'm not gonna break", you say as you rake your fingernails into his skin.

He raises an eyebrow, and he slams his hips into yours, earning a low growl.

"Oh, fuck yeah. More..."

Gaban leans back to kneel in front of you, pulling your hips up so you rest your lower back on his muscular thighs. He raises your ankles to his shoulders and wraps his arms around your legs, holding you tight, then leans in a little before he resumes fucking you, hard and fast. The new angle has you feeling fuller, his dick impossibly deep and rubbing everywhere it should.

You feel something growing inside you, an urge for release that you don't quite recognize until you squirt around Gaban's thick cock, splashing his abs and thighs and soaking the mattress beneath you while he keeps pounding into you, reducing you to a moaning mess.

He angles his hips back a little and keeps going, making you squirt another couple of times before he cums another time inside you, his dick pulsating against your sweet spot as his release mixes with yours inside you and over the bedsheets.

And though you very much enjoy your current situation, nothing seems to satisfy you enough. The ache inside you only seems to grow bigger each time you climax, and you're convinced you're going to lose your mind if you can't at least appease it a little.

When Gaban regains his breath he leans back and pulls out, cautiously laying you down onto a dry part of the bed. He gently squeezes your thigh as he sits next to you. "How do you feel?"

You weakly shrug. "Want more", you whine.

He offers you an apologetic smile. "Me too, but I do have a refractory time."

You haul yourself up, rubbing your thighs together as your insides flutter around nothing. "And I have no patience", you huskily say as you wrap a hand around his softening cock. You give Gaban a quick glance before licking him clean, then you engulf him whole.

"Hnghh– (y/n)..."

You hum around his half-hard cock, sucking it hard and humming as it gets harder over your tongue, progressively filling your mouth until you struggle to swallow around him. The taste of both of your releases only further fuels your ever-growing arousal and you're aching to have him inside you again as you finally release him, rock hard again and ready to go. A proud smile curves your lips, and you look back up.

Gaban exhales a low, deep chuckle and wipes a few beads of sweat off his forehead. "Alright then. What do you want?"

You turn around and place yourself on your fours, face against the mattress as you wriggle your ass up. "You. Inside me."

"Can do", he huskily says, raising a hand to run his fingertips up your inner thigh, spreading the slick across your skin and teasing your throbbing cunt. Then he kneels behind you, playfully slaps your ass cheeks then massages them while he rubs his cock between your folds.

You arch your back, and moan when his flared tip rubs your swollen clit and they throb against each other. You fist your hands into the bedsheets and tilt your hips forward to guide him towards your aching core. "Fuck me already..."

Another slap on an ass cheek, loud and clear, tingling with warmth blooming everywhere inside you. It's all the warning you get before Gaban slides inside you and fucks you rough, fingertips digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Oh– Oh, fuck, yes! Yes!!" Your eyes roll back in delight and your mouth stays agape, sinful sounds spilling from your lips as you're lost in a haze, abandoned to the moment, Gaban's whole strength and his throbbing cock ramming into you, spearing you open. So good, so good... yet still not enough. You grow frustrated after a while, and prop yourself up on your arms, trying to get a better angle.

Gaban slows down a little. "Something wrong?"

"Want more", you moan between pants.

Gaban growls, hauls you up and brings you against the wooden wall, waits for you to comfortably brace your arms there, then grabs your hips again and resumes pounding into you.

With this angle he perfectly rubs against your sweet spot with each thrust, and more warmth blooms into you as he wraps his body around yours, holding you close as he roughly rails you from behind.

You throw a hand back and card it into his thick hair, then you exhale a low throaty moan when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, praising the gods you don't believe in for another powerful orgasm.

It doesn't come, and instead you're both startled by knocks on the cabin door.

You whine when Gaban stops thrusting and he unlatches his mouth from your skin.

"You okay there?"

You turn a hazy gaze to Gaban, distantly identifying Rayleigh's voice.

"I was wondering where you went, so I asked Crocus since he saw you last."

Not caring in the least that Rayleigh is on the other side of the wall, you lean a little against the wood, then roll your hips a little, anything to get some friction to ease the ache inside your core.

Gaban's grip tightens on your hips and his dick throbs inside you.

Rayleigh continues, "Don't worry about the others, he only told Roger and me. I just came here to bring you fresh water, Crocus said you might need it."

You try to get Gaban to move again, to no avail, then you exhale a needy whimper.

"Thanks, Rayleigh", Gaban says, "You can leave it by the door, I'll come grab it later."

"Oh no, you're not leaving", you lowly growl, clenching your inner walls around his pulsating cock.

He frowns and protests, "I'm just getting water!"

You lean against the wall and brace your shoulders against it, then you glare at him as you throw your hands back to grab his ass, pinning him against you. "I said no."

He lifts his eyebrows. "Okay. Now what?"

"I don't care! Just fuck me."

Gaban leans over your back and heavily sighs. "Rayleigh?"

"Yeah?"

"Come in and leave the water here, please", Gaban says before he resumes pounding into you.

Rayleigh opens the door, slides in then closes behind him. Then he drops a keg near the bed, and his gaze flickers to you.

Gaban growls, "You saw nothing."

"Nobody will know, but I saw. Nice view", he teases, a smile curving his lips.

Your brain vaguely registers that usually you'd be embarrassed, but right now being watched only arouses you more. "Really?", you breathe out between moans as you struggle to maintain eye contact.

"Mh-hmm", he nods, gaze lingering on your face before turning to Gaban. "You gonna be okay?"

"Fuck–" Gaban's hips still against yours as he cums inside you yet again. He pulls out and moves back to lay on the bed, heavily breathing. "Well that's a nice workout, but…... yeah."

You whimper at the loss, then you turn around to straddle him without a single fuck to spare for your audience until Rayleigh speaks again.

"Do you need any help?"

You snap your head towards him, then curiously back to Gaban, heart suddenly beating faster.

"I could use a pause", he breathes out, then finds your inquiring gaze. He licks his lips and exhales a small chuckle. "Won't be a first that we share a bed, or someone", he confesses. "Your pick."

Your eyes widen. "Oh." You bite your lower lip and turn to Rayleigh who's still standing in the doorway. Without missing a beat, you ask, "You don't mind sloppy seconds, do you?"

Rayleigh's grin widens as he walks towards you. "Depends... Right now, I don't."

"Lucky me", you huskily say as you hop off the bed and walk to him, wandering hands sliding his coat off his shoulders.

Rayleigh glances at Gaban. "Those fire peaches are really strong, I heard?"

Gaban huffs a tired chuckle. "Oh yeah! And she ate four or five of them..."

"I didn't know then, and I don't care now, please– help me", you say as you struggle to untie the First Mate's sash.

Rayleigh smirks. "Well, we don't want to leave you in need now, do we?" He slides his sash off and helps you remove his boots and pants, and comments as your hands explore his body, groping here and there, "I won't lie, it's flattering to see you so eager... Makes me wish I tried something earlier."

"I'll make up for lost time, then." You maintain his gaze as you slide his underwear down and sink to your knees. You break eye contact to glance at his cock, half-hard already, long and curved, veiny. You wrap your fingers around him and start stroking, licking your lips in anticipation.

You hear the smile in his voice as he next says, "Lost time, huh? Must have been long overdue, when I see Gaban worn out like this."

You exhale a soft hum, and open your mouth to engulf his tip.

"If you let her, (y/n) will suck you dry", Gaban says.

"I wouldn't mind", Rayleigh says as he cards a hand into your hair, guiding you as you lean in and take more of his length.

Gaban chuckles. "Maybe, but she will."

You hum in approval and start bobbing your head, making it wet and messy as you feel Rayleigh's cock throbbing against your tongue.

"Unf– You're good", Rayleigh huskily says between pants and moans, "Oh yeah, just like that..."

You moan around his length, heart melting at the praise and cunt dripping from arousal at the weight and taste on your tongue, already desperate to be fucked silly again.

Rayleigh places his other hand on your cheek, gently holding you close as you take him whole, nose brushing against his happy trail. He groans and his flared tip throbs at the back of your throat, and he pulls you back a few short moments after. He heavily pants, a dark shade of pink dusting his cheeks.

Not that you fare any better, drooling spit and precum, pupils dilated as you look up and meet his intense gaze. You dart your tongue out to lick his thumb and your insides clench around nothing when he slides it between your lips.

Gaban exhales a low chuckle. "Still feisty", he comments.

"(y/n)... I'd like to fuck that pretty mouth, is that okay?"

You heartily nod, lean back to open your mouth wide, then obediently draw your tongue out.

Rayleigh exhales a low hum and cradles your head between his warm hands, then he bucks his hips into your offered mouth, groaning when you move your tongue along his length. "Tap on my thigh or my leg if I'm too rough, alright?"

You hum, and focus on breathing through your nose while he starts thrusting in and out of your lips. Your insides flutter with each of his moans, and let out some sinful sounds of your own in return. When he starts moving faster, pressing against the back of your throat with every other thrust, you gag around his cock and place your hands on his thighs, but you withhold the treatment, finding some relief in being used and yearning for more.

Rayleigh pulls back just when the taste of precum gets stronger in your mouth, heavily panting and looking at you with a mix of awe and mischief. "Fuck– You're so good."

You lick your lips, chasing his taste. "Am I, now?" You get up and move back to the bed, laying on the mattress next to Gaban and invitingly opening your thighs, offering your glistening cunt to the view while you hungrily lick your lips. "Let me see if you are, too."

Rayleigh exchanges a mischievous glance with Gaban and climbs onto the bed, placing himself above you and lining himself up. He leans in for a deep, hungry kiss as he slides into your aching core, swallowing your whimpers while he sheathes himself, then he leans back up to look at your heated face, wearing a smug grin.

A split second passes before you lock your feet behind his back, expectantly looking up at him. "Fuck me", you demand.

"My pleasure", he says, and happily complies, imposing a fast rhythm as he deeply pounds into you.

Sparks of pleasure send shivers across your skin, heated and sensitive from such a good rough fuck. Your fingernails dig into pale skin and you tighten your thighs around Rayleigh's waist, angling your hips for an even deeper penetration. It's so good, yet still not enough.

Rayleigh leans back and lifts your ankles to his shoulders for a better angle, threads a hand through his sweat-damp hair as he adjusts his position.

You whine at the sight, and lick your suddenly dry lips.

Gaban pats Rayleigh's hip. "Let her drink a bit."

You're a little startled when you're reminded of Gaban's presence, you were so lost in the sensations that you forgot about him for a bit.

"Yeah. I'll have some too."

You prop yourself on your elbows when Gaban brings you a fresh cup, and you down the water in one go while he fetches another cup for Rayleigh.

Once the blond has resumed fucking you, Gaban lays next to you, fingertips tracing your jawline.

You turn to him moaning and panting under Rayleigh's ministrations.

He softly smiles, and playfully slides the tip of his thumb between your parted lips.

You absentmindedly lick it, then crane your head to properly suck it.

He growls and slides his thumb out, only to push two fingers inside your mouth, looking intensely at the way you open your mouth wide to accommodate them.

You diligently coat Gaban's fingers with spit, making a show to run your tongue all around.

"So greedy..."

You moan around his knuckles with every other thrust, gaze going from Gaban to Rayleigh, drowning in their desire but not nearly quenched yet.

Fortunately for you, Gaban seems to think along the same lines. He asks you, "Want to blow me off?"

You heartily nod around his fingers, humming appreciatively.

He smirks and turns to Rayleigh. "Mind changing positions?"

"Not at all", Rayleigh says before pulling out.

Your inner walls flutter around nothing, desperate to be filled again, and you're about to voice a complaint–

Rayleigh grabs your hips and flips you around in one swift move, then he pulls your ass up.

Catching his drift, you place yourself on your fours and tilt your hips for better access.

Gaban kneels in front of you, presenting a renewed and throbbing erection.

You lick your lips and get to work, engulfing as much as you can in a single go.

Rayleigh slides inside you right then, pushing you a little more around Gaban's cock as he bottoms out.

Your insides squeeze around Rayleigh's cock and you moan in return. When Rayleigh pulls back a little you start bobbing your head along Gaban's cock, relishing in the strong throbbing against your tongue when you moan around it as well as the stronger taste of precum spreading into your mouth.

Rayleigh places his hands on your ass, spreading it out as he resumes fucking you, a little slower than before.

Assuming he's enjoying the view, you arch your back a little more to give a better show.

Rayleigh exhales a low appreciative groan and fucks you harder, spreading your ass wide and throbbing hard inside your cunt.

You slightly gag with every other thrust that pushes you harder on Gaban's cock, but you withhold the treatment, doing your best to focus on breathing through your nose.

Rayleigh's thrusts become slightly erratic after a few minutes, and he buries himself balls deep after a few off-beat thrusts, keeping an iron grip on your hips as he cums inside you.

You groan in delight when you're filled with his release, and you sigh when he finally pulls out.

Gaban leans back and rubs the tip of his cock against your drawn out tongue. "Wanna fuck you again", he growls.

You look up and smirk. "Then I want both of you."

"Needy girl... You're lucky Rayleigh has little to no refractory time."

You throw an interested glance behind you. "Yeah?"

Rayleigh shrugs, and a mischievous smile curves his lips. "How fast can you get me up again?"

You lowly hum. "Let's see..." You stay on your fours but turn around to face him, offering your backside to Gaban. You grab his half-hard cock, slide your lips around it and start sucking, tasting your own earlier release and theirs under Rayleigh's approving gaze.

Gaban lines himself with your cunt once you've fallen into a comfortable rhythm, easily sliding into you with the remainder of his and Rayleigh's cum, and he snaps his hips hard into yours, loud slaps of flesh against flesh echoing through your body as he forces you further onto Rayleigh's cock.

You appreciate the way it swells and gets harder against your tongue in response to every other moan vibrating around it, and you earnestly suck harder in return. You distantly register when the thrusts inside you slow down a bit as well as a couple of foreign sounds occur behind you, but you don't care much until two fingertips are pressed into your ass cleft.

Gaban's fingers aren't pushing much, just sliding down to your puckered hole and spreading their coat of lube around it. "You said you want both of us. Is this good?"

Your eyes flutter shut and you lean back a little to release Rayleigh's cock. "Oh, yeah. Very", you pant, throwing a glance behind your back.

Gaban flashes you a smile and resumes pounding into your cunt with his former pace, all while massaging your tight hole. He slides a first, then a second finger inside, and leisurely starts scissoring you.

Rayleigh cups your cheek, prompting you to look back up at him. "You look so good like this", he praises you, "So pretty when you're enjoying yourself..."

Your inner walls flutter at the praise. An extra finger sliding into your ass forces a raw, throaty moan out of you, and you mindlessly resume your blow job, keeping it wet and messy.

Rayleigh places his hands on your head, gently guiding your moves along his length while exhaling soft moans.

Gaban soon pushes a third finger deep inside you, and wriggles them around a bit, feeling the tight fit of your ass around them.

You groan around Rayleigh's shaft, and arch your back for better access, an urge to be stretched further rising fast inside you.

Gaban reads you like an open book and pushes his fingers deeper, then spreads them as wide as he can.

You throw your head back with a wail, releasing Rayleigh's cock in the movement. Breathing shallowly, still drooling spit and precum, you glance behind you and beg, "Please, I want you both so bad."

Gaban stops moving and lifts a cocky eyebrow.

You look back up at Rayleigh. "Please."

He smiles, a little short of breath, then moves to lay down on the mattress. He palms at his slick cock and invitingly says, "Come here."

Gaban pulls his fingers out, earning a whimper. He barely has the time to buck his hips back that you're already moving.

You don't waste a single second and crawl over Rayleigh to straddle him. You impale yourself on his shaft, exhaling a low groan once he's fully sheathed in. You lick your lips, brace your hands on either side of Rayleigh's face, and start riding like it's world's end.

"Ooh, yeah– fuck, that's good..." Rayleigh's hands latch on your hips, guiding you and pressing you harder against him, sliding you along his length and making sure you take him to the hilt with every hip roll.

You stop moving when you feel Gaban kneeling behind you. Eager to be fucked senseless, you lean over Rayleigh's body and rest your head into the crook of his shoulder, panting in anticipation as you offer your ass to Gaban.

Rayleigh's hands slide from your hips to your ass cheeks and spread them wide for better access.

You pant more heavily and heat rises up to your face. You lean into the crook of Rayleigh's neck and gently bite in return, licking and nibbling his warm skin.

Gaban lines his cock, slick with bodily fluids and an extra dose of lube. The first ring of muscle twitches around his tip when he pushes in, but the downright sinful moan you next exhale encourages him further, so he keeps going, slowly but deliciously filling your tight ass. Once he bottoms out he leans over your back and peppers your shoulders and back with wet kisses. "You're doing so good. You feel so good", he murmurs against your skin.

Mind foggy, body just barely adjusted to the spearing intrusion, breath still heavy, you lick your dry lips and give an experimental hip roll. "Oh, holy shit..." Your insides clench around both men and your whole body tenses between them, electrified by the intense sensations. You lazily smile when Gaban and Rayleigh hiss in return, then their cocks throb inside you and your whole body goes a little limp. You catch your breath before exhaling a husky moan, eyes rolling back behind your eyelids.

Rayleigh's hands travel up to your hips, and one trails up your side, then your neck, follows your jawline and gently cups your cheek.

You open your eyes.

Rayleigh hungrily looks up at you and growls, "So pretty when you take us both..."

Breath short, feeling fuller than ever yet not near enough, you brace tight fists on the mattress above Rayleigh's shoulders, then you push your back against Gaban's chest, and roll your hips again with more intent. "Ooh, fuck... Unf, this is so good..." You look back down at Rayleigh and offer him a lazy smile. "I wanna cum with both of you inside me." You grin wider when both of their cocks instantly get harder, and move again, quickly setting a comfortable rhythm.

Rayleigh's hands cup your chest and playfully rub fingertips across your nipples, teasing until he earns a couple of extra moans. Then he pinches them and gently holds them so that he pulls on your tits with each of your hip rolls.

"Holy fuck, yes–"

Gaban leans a little over you, wrapping his broader frame around your smaller form, and re-positions a hand on the mattress so the other can wander freely, exploring your legs, thighs, sides.

You're burning from the inside, every touch so good and so frustrating at the same time, your whole body demands more. You tilt your hips and ride harder, bite your lower lip when you find a better angle, then you ride faster.

Gaban's hand kneads into your hip, then travels to your inner thigh, fingertips brushing against Rayleigh's midsection. Your hips stutter under his touch but he keeps going, and three fingertips soon cover your swollen clit and start stroking through its hood.

You lean down a little under the intense stimulation, and you let your mouth fall agape as more sinful sounds spill from your lips.

Rayleigh leans up to suck on a hardened nipple, earning higher-pitched moans. He smiles around your tit and leans back only to apply the same treatment to the other side.

"Oh, fuck– I can't–" You heavily pant and your hips stutter again between them as you're unable to maintain any kind of pace. You stop riding altogether and whine, "Please, please, fuck me..."

Rayleigh releases your nipple with a wet sound, then leans back wearing a cocky smirk. "If you insist."

Gaban's hand leaves your cunt and moves to the mattress again. He kisses the back of your neck and huskily says, "I'm always happy to please."

Rayleigh spreads out your ass and holds you tight as he starts thrusting into your sloppy cunt.

"Oh shit, shit–" You writhe between them, searching for more contact.

Gaban gives some hip rolls of his own and leans in to bite your neck.

"Ngh– more, please..."

Gaban pushes his chest down on your back and slides three fingers inside your mouth.

Slaps of flesh against flesh, ragged breaths, loud moans and husky groans... Heat everywhere inside and around you... Sweat and spit mixing in your mouth with the taste of everyone's juices... The scent of your bodies mingled together... And the view, oh, the view...

Rayleigh's absolutely gorgeous, disheveled and glimmering from the sweat running down his body, brow furrowed and muscles tense as he buries himself deep inside you, mouth spilling moans and curses and quiet words of praise.

Gaban bites you again, a little harder.

A jolt of electricity goes down your spine, and you cum right there and then with a loud wail. Your whole body shudders at the intensity of this new climax, and finally slumps down after a while. You're positively out of breath and exhausted, not to mention dehydrated beyond belief. You lick your dry lips.

Rayleigh gently pats Gaban's thigh. "Let her drink", he softly says.

Gaban pulls out, earning a soft whine, then he lays down on the bed next to Rayleigh, breathing heavily.

You slide off Rayleigh and fill a couple of cups for them, then you down another one. Once you're feeling a little fresher, you take a couple of breaths to assess your current state. Still not fucking close to satisfied. You don't waste time and quickly return to Gaban and Rayleigh, rubbing your body against theirs as you barely stand a few moments without bare skin against yours.

"Time out", Gaban quietly says, a soft smile curling his lips while he gently taps your thigh.

You slightly groan in mild annoyance, and turn your attention to Rayleigh.

He lays you down and gets off the bed, then he pulls you towards the edge of the mattress. He kneels there and throws you a seductive glance before diving in tongue first.

You arch your back when his tongue laps your juices, and your eyes flutter shut when the wet muscle explores inside your slightly gaping cunt. One of your hands tangles in blond hair and lightly tugs, earning a soft groan. You exhale an interested hum, and tug harder.

Rayleigh groans louder and slides his tongue up, moving to suck your swollen, sensitive clit.

An incoherent string of half-words fall from your lips, and you bury your free hand into his hair too, keeping him where it feels better. You rock your hips a little and when Rayleigh stops moving and simply draws his tongue out, you insistently rub yourself against the wet muscle, chasing for another high.

Rayleigh exhales soft grunts and moans of approval, vibrating against your throbbing clit, and he all too happily let him use his tongue.

It doesn't take long before your thighs quiver around his head as you cum yet again. You release his head and lazily watch as he wipes your juices from his face and sucks his fingers clean.

He stands then, stretches his back a little, and lines himself up with your dripping cunt. He doesn't give you time to recover from the afterglow and slides his dick deep inside your pulsating core, and fucks you hard.

Over-sensitized and exhausted, you're still craving for more and you're glad he wants more too.

Gaban scoots closer to you and lets his hands wander on your chest, your neck, your jawline. "You're so fucking pretty", he praises you while his fingertips tease you.

You hear Captain Roger's roaring laugh echoing on the decks, but it doesn't register as bothersome since you suppose there's only the four of you on the ship.

Neither Rayleigh nor Gaban stop their ministrations, anyway.

A moment after, Captain's voice says from behind the door, "I was wondering where Rayleigh had been all this time. Figures."

Gaban rolls his eyes.

Rayleigh groans as he slows down his thrusts.

"Everyone's off to sleep and you're still at it?"

Rayleigh turns towards the door and deadpans, "Well someone doesn't want to stop, so..."

You groan in mild annoyance and wriggle your hips to try to get him to move.

He turns his attention back to you, sighing. "Do you want Roger to join, too?"

Your pupils widen at the offer and you lick your lips.

Gaban bites your shoulder. "Insatiable, really", he growls against your skin.

With a rare sliver of lucidity you ask, "Is this... okay?"

Gaban and Rayleigh huff a laugh and exchange a knowing look, a smirk growing on their faces.

You frown. "What?"

Rayleigh calls, "Roger!"

Your Captain enters the cabin without further ado, grinning wide at the sight of you three entangled. "Oh, you've been having fun."

Rayleigh retorts, "Yeah, and (y/n) keeps wanting more."

Captain Roger turns his attention to you.

Arousal flares again inside your gut under his intense gaze.

He plucks his mustache and lowly asks, "Is it true? Do you need more... help?"

You swallow as you briefly look at the other two. "Yeah. I mean– I'm not sure anything more would truly help at this point, but–"

Rayleigh laughs. "Oh, he will wear you out, trust me."

Gaban runs a thumb across your lower lip. "If anyone can do more than us two, it's Roger. I'd say it's a pretty safe bet."

"Alright, okay." You playfully lick his thumb before turning your attention back to your Captain, a smile curling your lips. Worries and shame long forgotten, you offer, "You want the next round?"

"Oh yeah." Roger heartily nods, then he drops his coat near the keg and leisurely leans on the wall across the room. "Come on, boys, you heard her", he urges the other two with an eager grin.

Rayleigh briefly glares at him, but soon resumes fucking you, deep and sharp, making you see stars with every other thrust.

Gaban muffles your moans with two or three fingers playing with your tongue, while his gaze intensely studies your face.

You tilt your hips for a deeper penetration and moan a little louder around Gaban's fingers, then your eyes flutter shut in delight and you squeeze your inner walls around Rayleigh.

He hisses in return, and his cock heavily throbs. "Fuck– I'm close..."

You huskily groan, lean back to release Gaban's fingers, then tilt your head towards Rayleigh. "Cum inside me", you plead.

"Oh– fuck, nghh..." Rayleigh's body tenses and he buries himself to the hilt, violently pulsating and filling your greedy cunt with yet another load of warm cum.

You bite your lower lip, clenching harder around him, milking him dry.

After a few heavy breaths to regain his composure, Rayleigh finally pulls out. He gazes at you with want and a hint of softness when he cups your chin and leans in for a deep languid kiss.

You're breathless but smiling by the time he finally leans back.

Rayleigh settles further on the bed, next to Gaban who's been observing you with a mischievous grin.

Happy where you are but still not quite sated, you move to the edge of the bed and sit there, ignoring the warm wetness spreading between your thighs. Your gaze instantly falls on your Captain.

Roger looks at you with intent, a hungry smile curving his mouth.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you distantly acknowledge that the man facing you is one of the most wanted, ill-famed, strong and dangerous men of this era. Although, you're a part of his crew, so it's a very arousing thought, rather than threatening.

"My turn", he says, and then he gets up without further ado, shrugging off his shirt.

Your mouth falls agape halfway through said shirt being dropped on the floor, and you observe him with want as he similarly discards boots, belts and pants. Goosebumps raise your skin despite the fire burning beneath. Nothing that you didn't know beforehand, but your Captain in any state of undress is still a sight to behold. What a snack!

A pair of laughs echo from the bed.

You blink then frown. "Did I say that out loud?"

Left in nothing more than his underwear, Roger heartily nods, beaming.

"Oh, well", you shrug, distantly aware that you should be embarrassed but remaining unbothered, "It's true." You get up and go straight to your Captain, holding a hand out once you're within reach to palm at his strong, hairy torso. You look up with a renewed fire within you.

Roger leans in for a deep kiss, and approvingly hums when you let him claim your mouth and run eager hands across your sweaty skin. He runs his tongue across your lower lip as he leans back, leaving you breathless and needy.

"Captain..."

Roger cracks a smile, places his hands around your waist and effortlessly lifts you up, laughing when you gasp in surprise. You barely have the time to wrap your legs around Roger that he's already sat on the bed with you straddling him.

You look at him from under, slightly flustered to be handled like this but even more aroused now that you feel his cock throbbing between your thighs, albeit through very frustrating underwear. You're soaking those, anyway, already rubbing your dripping cunt against him.

"So eager..." Roger's large hands slide around your hips to cup your ass, giving them a playful squeeze before venturing further, spreading the slick around your holes, teasing but never quite satisfying.

You pant and whine, and your head lolls back down while you angle your hips better, seeking more contact, more pressure, anything to quell the fire in your core.

"So, so needy", Roger growls just before his wandering fingertips return to your hips. You look back at him frustrated, outraged even, but he only smiles and hoists you up again, setting you a little to the side, straddling his thick thigh.

You throw him a confused look.

His smile widens and he lifts his knee a little, flexing his thigh underneath you and pressing into your wet folds. "Make yourself cum for me."

Your eyes roll back and you exhale a low throaty moan. Your thighs clench around his on reflex and your swollen clit throbs against his skin, his curly, thick hairs tickling you in the most satisfying way possible. You have a breathless laugh, then you quietly say, "Okay." You brace yourself on your Captain's stomach, and start riding his thigh.

Roger keeps a hand on your hip, guiding your movements, pressing you harder against him, and he lets the other wander free, reaching out for your neck, gently curling around it. Then he traces your jawline and thumbs at your lower lip.

You obediently open your mouth, drawing your tongue out.

Roger growls, and his grip tightens on your hip while he slides two thick fingers between your parted lips, rubbing against your tongue.

You whimper but diligently start sucking, coating his fingers with saliva while you roll your hips harder. Your clit impossibly throbs against Roger's warm skin, the brush of hairs sending sparks of pleasure across your over-sensitized skin, and the pressure of hard muscle against your whole cunt becoming painfully addictive. You move faster when another climax builds up, desperate for the high and mindlessly drooling around Roger's fingers.

"Close already?", Roger playfully asks. He pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth and slides his other hand from your hip to your ass, spreading you out.

You exhale a low moan and hump him harder.

Roger spreads the slick around your puckered hole, earning another few whimpers and a pleading glance, then slides his finger in to the knuckle. "Come on, cum for me."

Your eyes roll back and you lean back with a loud moan, releasing his fingers when you tip over the edge. Your whole body tenses over his, your inner wall clenching in waves as you ride the high.

Roger makes sure to keep a constant pressure between your thighs, extending your climax until you're a shivering, panting mess, falling limp against his chest. He gently pats your back, murmuring, "There, there. You did good."

You blearily blink while you regain your breath, then you look up and offer your Captain a lazy smile. "Thanks, Captain."

Rayleigh has an exaggerated sigh. "Well, you look more tired now, so hopefully the effect of those fire peaches are starting to wear out." When your eyes find his, he cocks an eyebrow and stares at you with a fondly exasperated smile.

You lick your dry lips, swallow around a too dry throat, then cough a little.

Gaban quickly fetches a cup of water for you. "Come, sit."

Roger helps you off him and back down on the bed.

Rayleigh gently pats your shoulder while you sit between him and your Captain.

You chug your water in one go, then stretch your arms and legs a little and ask for another cup. With your mind a bit clearer, you turn your attention back to Captain Roger. Your eyes study his underwear, more precisely the conspicuous wet spot you left there, and you realize how small it seems in comparison to the obvious bulge beneath.

Rayleigh slides you a knowing look when you glance his way.

You half-heartedly glare, then you turn to Gaban.

He laughs brightly. "What? We've all been there."

You blink. "Huh. That explains a lot..." You bite your lower lip and focus back on your Captain. Well... On the obvious bulge in his underwear, that is. Your eyebrow twitches at the sight and you waste no time in undressing him. Of course, he's huge. Not deterred in the least, you kneel beside him on the bed, tentatively wrap a hand around his cock and start stroking.

He encourages you, with a hand across your back that gently presses fingertips into your skin when he moans or groans.

Emboldened by the new range of sounds you manage to coax from your Captain, and firmly intending to hear some more, you lean in and blow him off. You shamelessly moan while you play with your tongue around his shaft, mentally picturing what it'll be like to have such a massive cock inside you.

Roger is as loud in bed as he is everywhere else, and for some reason it makes him even hotter. You soon learn with delight that he's very vocal, verbal even, praising you for making him feel good, guiding you with short instructions and encouraging you further. His hand slides up your back and wraps around your nape, not quite pushing but still gently keeping you down on him.

You groan around his shaft when a couple of fingertips press into your scalp, and you earnestly keep blowing him off. You gag a little when you try to take his cock to the hilt, but you wrap a hand around the base to reach what doesn't fit and you suck harder on the upstroke, hollowing your cheeks and drooling spit and precum. You let out a surprised moan when a hand spreads your juices – not only yours, but that's a detail – and presses teasing fingertips around your sloppy cunt. You keep blowing your Captain off but you lift your gaze.

Rayleigh makes eye contact with you, smirking before he dives in to kiss Roger.

You clench around Gaban's fingers when Roger's free hand possessively cards at Rayleigh's nape, the fire rekindled within you at the sight of their shared intimacy. I need more. I need them so bad. You pull up with a wet sound and a trail of drool still connecting your lips so Roger's flared tip, heavily panting while you observe desire and affection in their gaze when they break apart.

Gaban's fingers bring you back to your current situation when he curls them against your sweet spot, sending a jolt of electricity through your core. He leans over your back and brings his lips under your ear to playfully say, "Insatiable and voyeur."

Your inner walls squeeze his fingers again and you bite your lower lip. "Maybe", you concede at length.

"Hm? Feeling shy now?" Rayleigh gets up and fetches another cup of water for you. "The fire peaches are starting to wear out."

You sigh when Gaban's fingers leave you empty and fluttering around nothing, and you glare behind you.

Gaban pulls himself up the bed, leaning onto a pillow placed against the cabin wall. He opens his legs and pats the space between them, a playful smile at his lips.

"Oh." You crawl over to him, and sit between his thighs, resting your back against his chest. Just being caged by his body has your cunt throbbing in want, and the way his hands wander free across your heated skin makes you feel even more desired, even more needy, almost desperate.

Gaban's hands spread your thighs when they reach there, showing off your soaked, twitching, puffy cunt.

Roger lets out a low interested hum, then he turns around and lays stomach down on the bed with his head between your thighs. Without an ounce of hesitation or shame he dives in to eat you out, eagerly dipping his tongue between your folds and sucking your swollen clit.

Your fingers tangle in his thick hair and lightly tug. "Oh fuck, fuck– Oh shit– Why are you all so good at this– ngh..." You try to wriggle around but with little to no result, Gaban and Roger perfectly pinning you between them, offered and basically at their mercy.

Roger's tongue tastes you in the most intimate way possible – not only you, and that's a detail but it's a very arousing one – and the rumble of his appreciative groans vibrates against your core, making you weak in the knees.

Your inner walls flutter around his tongue. "More... More..."

Gaban molds his body against yours and playfully tugs on your nipples, earning a few whimpers when his warm breath tickles your shoulder and neck.

Your eyelids flutter shut while you bask in the sensations, delighted to be taken in such good care by the hottest men in the crew. You gasp and open your eyes again when a wider girth than before stretches your cunt.

Roger throws you a cocky smirk before diving back in to suck your clit. He starts thrusting his fingers shortly after, eyes trained on your face.

"Ooh, fuck–" Your eyes roll back in their sockets. That's three of his fingers. Three. Fingers. Considering how big your Captain is, you reason with yourself that said fingers should make it easier for you to take his cock. You glance back down and bite your lower lip. "Oh, Captain", you moan, "This is so good..."

He smiles against your folds and slides another finger in.

You whine at the extra stretch and break eye contact when he curls his fingers inside you.

One of Gaban's hands leave your nipple only to be replaced by an eager mouth.

You look down and find Rayleigh sat by Gaban's side, cupping a tit and earnestly sucking on it, hunger obvious in his eyes when you meet his gaze.

Roger keeps his fingers curled inside you and starts rocking them against your sweet spot, slowly but firmly.

"Ooh, fuck– oh–" Your body tenses under their combined ministrations, waiting for the moment the coil will snap.

Rayleigh sucks harder, rubbing the tip of his tongue against your hard nipple.

Gaban pinches the other one and lightly pulls, bouncing your tit.

Roger rubs his fingers more insistently, bringing you closer to the edge.

Your cunt clenches around him, he growls against your folds and around your clit in response, and finally you cum and squirt around his fingers.

Roger avidly drinks your juices, pressing his fingertips against your sweet spot to coax more out of you, and he keeps eating you out until you're a trembling, whimpering mess. He finally sits back up, a cocky smile on his swollen, glistening lips.

Your head falls back into the curve of Gaban's shoulder, and you take a moment to regain your breath.

Gaban's hands provide soft touches and eager squeezes, never urging but always arousing.

Rayleigh's mouth leave a trail of wet kisses from your chest to your neck, and playfully nibbles your earlobe before he retrieves the lube and hands it to Roger, who eagerly grabs it. He glances at you and waits for your approving nod before releasing the bottle.

Roger coats his cock with a healthy dose of lube, then he kneels between your parted legs, lines himself up and slowly slides into you.

Heavy sighs leave you with each inch that slides in. It's electrifying, after a whole night of already very good sex, to feel new sensations, and the extra stretch of a bigger cock is quite enjoyable too.

Once he's in to the hilt he exhales a satisfied hum, wraps his large hands around your thighs and starts pounding, earning a few lewd sounds.

Gaban's hands return to your chest, playful as ever, massaging and teasing.

Rayleigh's hand cups your chin, rubs the pad of a thumb across your lower lip, prompting you to glance at him. A mischievous smile plays at the corners of his lips, and he slides two fingers between your lips, rubbing them against your tongue.

You moan around his fingers and suck them, coating them with saliva and twisting your tongue around them.

Rayleigh soon slides a third finger into your mouth, and you can't help the way your cunt clenches around Roger's cock in response.

Your Captain stops moving. "You're close?"

You whine around Rayleigh's fingers and roll your hips against Roger's, rubbing your clit against his happy trail.

Roger snaps his hips into yours and smirks as you whine. "Hold it", he says as he presses his happy trail against your swollen, throbbing clit.

You release Rayleigh's fingers with a wet sound and try to still under them. You're too close, so you whine, "I can't..."

"Hold it", Roger demands with a hungry smirk and an extra burst of Conqueror's Haki.

Your body seems heavy, unable to move for a moment where everything and even time itself seems to stand still. Then the moment is gone, you can move normally again, and while you try to even your breathing you realize with a twinge of despair that your climax is long gone. You whimper under your Captain. "That's mean..."

"Not if we want to wear you out", Roger smiles. He pulls out, earning an undignified whine at the loss, then he lays on the bed and invitingly pats his hip. "Come ride me."

"Oh, yeah." You promptly get out of Gaban's embrace and crawl to your Captain, straddling him and rubbing your wet folds against his hard cock.

The difference in size between you two is even more tangible seen from here, with Roger's powerful hips obviously larger than yours spread above his, and his hand covering yours where it lays across his stomach.

You adjust your position and guide his cock between your folds, then you slowly sink down, taking the time to appreciate the stretch of his girth deliciously filling you. You rock your hips back once your hips meet his, and exhale a low satisfied groan when you take him to the hilt.

"Greedy", Roger playfully comments.

"Sue me", you jab back, and start riding him like your life depends on it, not caring in the least how loud you moan as long as you reach out the climax that you were denied just now.

Rayleigh sits by your side and reaches out with a thumb to part your lips wider.

You absentmindedly lick, then your gaze drifts to his renewed erection. When you glance back up his gaze turned a shade darker, a shade hungrier. You smile against his thumb, and draw your tongue out as far as you can.

Rayleigh kneels beside you, stroking his cock. When you draw your tongue out he rubs the tip of his cock against it.

You adjust your position so you can bounce your hips over Roger's more easily, and you happily blow Rayleigh off again.

"So eager", Roger comments from under you, hands tightening around your hips.

Gaban appreciatively growls, drawing a side-glance from you. He's sprawled on the mattress and leisurely palming at his cock while he surveys the scene.

Rayleigh gently teases, "A bit of an exhibitionist, too?"

You moan around his cock in response.

"Let's give a good show, then", he says, pulling his cock out from your lips before kneeling behind your back.

Gaban has the courtesy of bringing you some water – you hadn't noticed how dry your lips and throat were but it's a literal lifesaver – before resuming his intense observation of you getting wrecked by the Captain and his First Mate.

Rayleigh coats his cock with some extra lube and lines it with your twitching ass. He slowly pushes in, waiting for you to adjust at the first sign of discomfort.

Roger stops moving and attentively looks at your face. He raises a hand to cup your cheek when you close your eyes and frown, and he softly asks, "You good?"

You heavily breathe, and you nod the affirmative. You lean into his touch, idly kiss his palm then open your eyes. Rayleigh still waits so you rock your hips back for him to keep going, and you hold your Captain's gaze when you next say, "Not quite enough yet."

Roger's gaze turns hungry, flickers towards Rayleigh for a moment then back to you, softness and eagerness both obvious in his eyes. The hand cupping your cheek curls close to your nape and pulls you in for a deep demanding kiss that leaves you breathless.

Rayleigh uses the distraction to slide further in, earning a few moans that get louder once you break the kiss for air.

"H– Holy fuuuck–" You groan and bite your lower lip when Rayleigh is sheathed into your ass, throbbing while you adjust. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder if there's a chance you'll ever get fucked like this again. You ignore the nagging voice further back in a corner that says you can't possibly get that lucky twice.

"Fuck– You're so tight–" Rayleigh is slightly leaning over your back, heavily breathing and throbbing inside you.

You experimentally rock your hips, whining and moaning when you feel the way both cocks deliciously rub all the nice spots inside you. You take a couple of deep breaths, then you start rocking your hips like there's no tomorrow, impaling your greedy holes onto Roger and Rayleigh's cocks, feeling the stretch of your inner walls and the way they flutter around their throbbing shafts, getting close, so close...

"Don't cum just yet", Roger says as he makes eye contact with you, claiming your submission with another precise burst of Conqueror's Haki.

You freeze on the spot, light-headed but unable to do anything but obey. Your body wants, needs, demands release, tingling so hard it hurts, and with a tight coil of raw pleasure ready to snap curling deep in your gut– You can't. You heavily pant, whine, then sob. "Captain Roger..."

Roger lifts a hand to wipe a stray tear away. "Hey, hey. Look at me."

You turn blurry eyes to him.

"Does it hurt?"

You weakly nod the affirmative.

"Badly?"

You shrug and sniffle.

"I think you can hold it once more and then I'll let you cum. How does that sound?"

You whine.

"Come on, use your words."

"I'm tired..."

"My point exactly: the harder you cum, the sooner you're done with this and you can get some proper rest."

You sigh, then you weakly smile. "Okay."

Rayleigh leans over your back, breath fanning hot over your neck and shoulder when he nuzzles his nose under your ear. He huskily says, "Why don't you let us fuck you, then?"

"Yes, please", you quietly say, throwing a glance towards Gaban.

He offers you a playful smile. "Can't get enough, huh?"

You half-heartedly pout.

Rayleigh starts thrusting, slow and deep, and he's shortly followed by Roger.

You lose your composure but you manage to hold Gaban's gaze.

He swallows. "Alright..." He gets up and places himself next to you so you can blow him off.

You eagerly engulf him, and you moan of delight once you've got all of them inside you. Who knew being full of dick was so fucking satisfying? Your inner walls tighten around Roger and Rayleigh's cocks, the latter moving faster inside you, throbbing harder.

After a while the First Mate's thrusts become erratic, and the feeling of a new release inside you almost sends you off the edge–

You release Gaban's cock, heavily panting, almost there, almost–

Almost but Roger, ever so attentive, nearly chokes you with a thick burst of Conqueror's Haki, lowly ordering you, "Hold it."

You're panting and sobbing and trembling and your inner walls clench like crazy, but your climax recedes again while you're still milking Rayleigh's dick dry. You exhale a desperate whine when he pulls out, leaving you twitching and empty and dripping cum onto Roger's cock.

Gaban cups your chin, tilts it up for a deep kiss, then murmurs against your lips, "Can I?"

"Uh-huh." You nod the affirmative, too exhausted to manage more than non-verbal consent but just about desperate to cum.

Gaban kneels behind you to claim your ass, and soon enough him and Roger are fucking you silly.

Thoughts empty, body full of intense sensations, you're craving more but don't have enough force left to beg at this point. You just go with the flow, occasionally meeting Rayleigh's satisfied gaze while the other two men tag-team you.

Roger snap his hips into yours and relentlessly rubs his thick cock against your sweet spot, biting his lower lip while he pounds into you with all his might.

Gaban's hands are probably leaving fingertip-shaped bruises on your hips, and he impales your ass on his thick cock, heavily grunting and throbbing, growing harder inside you–

"Oh– ooh– fuck–" The extra throbbing, the sight beneath you, the smell and sounds in the room and– You're getting close, and you're getting close fast. "Oh– Oh fuuuck–"

Roger's intense gaze locks with yours. He dangerously smiles, and thrusts faster and deeper into you, his cock getting thicker and throbbing faster inside you.

You whine in alarm when Gaban stills behind you, snapping his hips one final time before unloading inside your ass.

"That's it", Roger lowly says. With a short wave of Conqueror's Haki he adds, "Cum hard for us."

You wail and your vision goes white. Intense, burning-hot pleasure explodes from within you, your greedy holes squeezing and milking Roger's and Gaban's cock dry, and you ride the high for what seems like an eternity, muscles tense and voice hoarse, out of breath and exhilaratingly electrified. The down hits even harder: you're a whimpering, trembling mess by the time you come back to the mortal plane and you're already laid down on the mattress after everyone pulled out. Your body goes limp and you pass out shortly afterwards.

Roger knocks at the door to Gaban's cabin then comes in, smiling at the endearing sight of you curled against Gaban on his bed. "Still asleep, huh?"

"Yeah."

Roger walks to the bed and gently brushes his fingers against your cheekbone, light as a feather.

You exhale a soft sigh in your sleep, and slightly lean into his touch.

Roger deeply hums, and his smile grows. He looks at Gaban next. "Crocus said she should be out of the woods in a few hours, that it'll take some more time to fully get the aphrodisiac out of her system."

Gaban nods. "Okay, either way I'm not surprised she's exhausted", he smiles.

"We did wear her out, huh?"

Gaban huffs a laugh. "More like fucked her brains out."

Roger widely smiles. He pats Gaban's shoulder and leans in to kiss his forehead. "Call Rayleigh or me if you need anything", he says before leaving.

"Sure." Gaban curls an arm around you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips, and murmurs, "I'm all set, though."

The sun is high up in the sky when you blearily blink awake, bright light filtering through the curtains but still somewhat blinding. You groan and turn to face the other side, meeting a warm body halfway. You blink and look up, find Gaban smiling at you. You sharply inhale as you remember why – and with who else – you spent the night in his cabin. Heat instantly rises to your face, and you're positive you've become beet red in the short moment that goes by before you duck your head in shame.

Gaban softly asks, "How do you feel?"

After a quiet moment, heart racing, you murmur, "Embarrassed."

"There's no reason to. But I meant... do you still feel the effects of the fire peaches?"

"Oh, um..." You blink and take a deep breath, then observe the sensations in your body. No acute distress despite the slight tightness in your chest, no fire inside your gut, no insatiable arousal. No foggy mind either... You move a little. "Ow, ow–" You exhale a weak chuckle. "I'm sore, but I'm... fine, thanks."

He huffs a laugh. "Predictable."

"Yeah..." You look up again. "Did you stay here, with me, all this time?"

"Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were good when you'd wake up. Roger asked me to anyway, and he made sure nobody would come here and disturb you."

You softly smile. "That's nice..."

"Don't mention it. Do you need help to stretch? Or if you're too tired, I can give you a massage."

Your cheeks heat up, and you have half a mind to think you'd be taking advantage of his kindness if you accepted, but he insists.

"I know we've been rough, so I'll be happy to relieve you a bit."

You shyly nod the affirmative.

"Lay down, then."

When you turn around you notice that you're still butt naked, though mostly clean, with no traces of your nightly activities left visible across your skin. "Did you wash me?"

Gaban's hands starts massaging, gently working their way down your nape and shoulders. "We didn't want to risk waking you up by taking you to the bathroom, so Rayleigh brought towels so we could clean the mess we'd made of you."

Your ears are burning, and you keep the rest of your questions to yourself.

Gaban's hands work wonders, relaxing knots and tensions everywhere they go, lulling you into a nice relaxed state, fully focused on his gentle hands, his warmth, the way every tension leaves you.

You start yawning when he's about midway, and apologize with an awkward smile.

"Hey, it's okay. It's supposed to make you feel more relaxed. If yawning helps, it's all good."

You yawn another few times until he's done, and your body feels lighter than ever, pampered and handled like this. "Thanks." Your gaze drifts to the side and at length, you add, "For everything. I mean it."

Gaban lays back beside you and pulls the cover over your shoulders. He traces your cheekbone with his thumb. "Hey, I wanted to help, I did. It's alright, you're fine and that's all that matters."

Heart growing a little bigger, you close your eyes and lean into his touch. "Thank you."

"And everyone very much enjoyed the whole night so don't be ashamed of anything, okay?"

You purse your lips, huff a groan.

Gaban leans in and kisses you, soft and tender.

Heat rises up to your face before he leans back.

"I said I'd do it without those fire peaches, and I meant it. Rayleigh and Roger felt the same. Stop freaking out."

You bite your lower lip. "Yeah?"

He exhales a sigh, halfway between exasperation and fondness. "Really."

"Okay", you say, and then you snuggle a little closer, selfishly enjoying the comfort of his embrace.

He smiles a little. "Now, it doesn't have to be a one-time thing if you don't want it to be. Alright?"

You fail to suppress a pleased smile and nod, immensely flustered but equally grateful. "Do you mind if I stay here a little longer?"

Gaban smiles wider. "Wouldn't want it any other way", he softly says as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you flush against him.

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