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nekassvariigs · 1 year

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Intentionally calling them husband in scenarios, heres how it goes

part two

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

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

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Luffy

Save him please someone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sabo

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?''

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

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

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

He pulled your hand away from his mouth, continuing.

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

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

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

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

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

Katakuri

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zoro

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

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

"Ready?"

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

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

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

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

"Anyone else?''

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your smile grew wider as you poked his face.

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

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

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

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

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

He liked the nickname despite the silence.

Sanji

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His heart dropped at the mention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smoker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eustass Kid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled not saying a word.

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

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

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

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

Shanks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked over at him quickly regretting that instantly.

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

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

Roger

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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viiiiiiiiiin · 2 months

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

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

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

Masterlist

Red Haired: Shanks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Buggy the Clown

He was oblivious to his feelings for you.

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

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

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

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

But they only grew.

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

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

That was a mistake.

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

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

Pirate King: Gol D. Roger

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

Even Buggy and Shanks knew.

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

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

And he did.

As bluntly as possible.

He didn't even sugar coat it.

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

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

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

His entire crew was in SHOCK.

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

Dark King: Silvers Rayleigh

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

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

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

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

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

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

Former Empress of Amazon Lily: Shakuyaku (Shakky)

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

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

The Love Sickness.

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

She knew what embarrassed you and what flustered you.

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

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

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

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

White Chase: Smoker

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

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

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

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

Eventually , his feelings grew unbearable.

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

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

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

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

"Captain" Tashigi

It was obvious to literally everyone , even Smoker.

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

Even you noticed.

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

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

Hawkeye: Dracule Mihawk

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

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

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

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

Which he did.

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

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

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

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

You were though.

You turned red but told him you felt the same.

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

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

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heartfeltcierra · 1 year

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Heartfelt Cierra's One Piece Masterlist

Plus Sized Reader NSFW Fluff/SFW Hurt/Comfort Series Angst

♡ Kid X Insecure Plus Sized Reader

♡ Sabo X Insecure Plus Sized Reader

♡ Marco X Plus Sized Reader

♡ Ace X Plus Sized Reader

♡ Portgas D. Ace X Female Marine Captain Reader

♡ Donquixote Doflamingo X Female Reader NSFW

♡ Donquixote Doflamingo X Female Reader pt 1 NSFW Modern Office AU Pt. 2 Pt.3

♡ Corazon X Reader NSFW Modern AU

♡ Marco X Reader NSFW Modern AU

♡ Marco X Reader X Ace Modern Office AU

♡ Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet. (Ace, Roger, Marco, Shanks, and Doflamingo)

♡ Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt. 2 (Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bartolomeo, Sabo and Law)

♡ Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt. 3 Marine Edition (Issho, Koby, Smoker, and Garp)

♡ Marco X Reader Comfort

♡ Law taking care of sick Y/N

♡ Marco X Rabbit Hybrid Reader

♡ Ace X Reader

♡ Sabo X Reader

♡ Dude where's my submarine? Isekaied Law X Female Reader One Two Three

♡ Corazon X Reader

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badgerbl00d · 1 year

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

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

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

only one bed trope with the one piece boys

☆ characters: shanks, roger, benn, rayleigh

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

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

shanks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mind if I tan with you?”

“Not at all, Captain.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Shanks.”

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

“Flooded. Yeah, I figured.”

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

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

“Sleep with me,” he said.

“Ha. ha.”

“What? I’m being serious!”

You paused to consider it.

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

“Not sure that’s any better.”

You laughed, “It’s definitely not.”

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

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

“And an extra toothbrush?”

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

“Ugh, gross.”

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

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

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

“Good enough to sleep in?”

“Perfect.”

He smiled with pride. It was sort of adorable.

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

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

“Very soft,” you noted.

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

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

You flipped over, “Shanks turn around.”

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

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

Neither of you remembered falling asleep.

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

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

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

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

to the back of your head.

roger

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

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

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

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

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

Knock. Knock.

You sat up, sighing.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just tell me what happened.”

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

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

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

“The point, Roger?”

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

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

You gave him nothing, but your impatience was evident.

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

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

Still, you said nothing.

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

“Roger.”

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

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

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

You dried yourself off and wrapped the towel around yourself.

“So where am I sleeping tonight?”

Roger smiled.

“No.”

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

You huffed.

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

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

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

“Comfortable?” he asked. “No.”

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

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

“Roger!”

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

You sighed but obliged, letting him spoon you.

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

“You’re hugging too tight!”

He relented, albeit slightly.

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

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

You liked this more, you were on top.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Do you ever worry about those two?”

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

You pinched his chest.

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

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

“Or another,” he laughed.

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

You smiled and pressed kisses wherever you could reach.

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

But for now?

You’d sleep.

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

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

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

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

On the floor beneath it was a bowling ball.

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

He laughed, loudly.

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

benn

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

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

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

You sighed.

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

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

More groans from the crew.

“Tough crowd,” Benn mused.

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

He shuffled them around before drawing two.

The air was hilariously tense.

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

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

The crew erupted into a cacophony of whoops and cheers.

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

Of course.

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

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

The room was smaller than either of you had expected.

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

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

You gave him a look.

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

You both sat in silence staring at the bed.

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

You giggled, “In a 2-foot wide bed?”

Benn smiled.

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

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

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

“I’m fine sleeping with you!”

He raised a brow.

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

“You’d never, hm?”

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

He laughed.

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

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

He came up empty-handed.

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

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

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

“Can I try it?”

“Be a little more specific, sweetheart.”

Your body warmed up at the nickname.

“Smoking.”

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Take it easy,” he said.

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

You held it, turning to look up at him.

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

“L-like that, yeah.”

“Mm-mmm?” What’s next?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell him to fuck off! I’m busy!”

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

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

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

“Worry about it later, Sweetheart.”

And just like that, you fell back asleep.

rayleigh

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

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

He laughed, rubbing your back.

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

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

He smiled at your air quotes around his term.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your vision slowly blurred as you closed your eyes.

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

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

“What the hell?”

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

“What does that mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed.

“And a bath.”

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

“Okay, fine but only this once.”

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

“What do you think?”

He winked at you.

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

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

He pointed toward the bathroom and you entered.

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

Fuck.

“Rayleigh! Where are your towels?”

“Top drawer, sweetheart!”

Double fuck.

You inhaled, “Rayleigh?”

“Hm?”

“I can’t… reach.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Which would you like me to remove?”

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

“Surprise me.”

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

Surprise me, his words echoed in your head.

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

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

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

“Pervert.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

Another kiss to your neck.

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

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

“This won’t happen again, Ray.”

“I know.”

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

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

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

“G’morning,” he yawned, “Sleep good?”

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

“I did.”

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ziinesso · 11 months

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You averted your gaze as he undressed. You could only steal glances at his silhouette. You heard his clothes hit the floor. You squeezed your eyes shut. He chuckled.

He lay on top of you. His eyes fixed on your face as his hand explored your body. Aimlessly. Simply savoring the quivering excitement of your skin. He planted a kiss on your belly. He descended. He waited for your first orgasm before ascending.

"Come on, love, open those little eyes for me."

Trembling in his embrace. He studied your face. Pleasure contorted, emphasizing your features. Your murmurs fed his ego. He craved more. Much more.

"Look at me. Look at how good I make you feel."

- toji, nanami (jjk) ; shanks, roger, denjiro (op) ; wakasa (tr) ; shikamaru (nt) ; stein (sl)

#sso.drabble #toji x reader #nanami x reader #shanks x reader #roger x reader #denjiro x reader #wakasa x reader #shikamaru x reader #stein x reader #jjk x reader #one piece x reader #tokyorev x reader #soul eater x reader #tw: suggestive

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lale-txt · 1 year

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what gets their heart pounding... ♡ [partly ns.fw] ↳ w/ Zoro, Sanji, Smoker, Rayleigh, Roger, Shakky

♁ pt. 1 w/ Kid, Killer, Law, Mihawk, Shanks, Benn

a/n: when i tell you this prompt hasn't left my mind... so of course there's a part 2! still so many blorbos to explore with this. it's a mix of fluff and smut again, so be aware before reading. reader is gn! small cw for use of "daddy" on Shakky's part (i have no explanation for this except that i'm weak and on my knees for her)

Zoro

you helping him with the clasp of one of his earrings, your face awfully close to his while your fingers brush over his skin, careful not to hurt him

the same fingers tracing the scar over his eye when you think he’s asleep in your lap, his heart about to jump out of his chest from your touch

your soft chuckle when you notice his blushing cheeks, however he’s not hiding it because it would mean he’d have to give up resting his head on your thighs

when he finds out that it’s even better to rest his face between your thighs, making them shake with his skilled tongue

the way you pull his hair when the stimulation gets too much, forcing him up to your lips for a kiss, giving you a taste of yourself before he goes down on you again, drunk on you

feeling your tight entrance being stretched little by little as his cock slides inside you, your chest heaving as you mewl out his name, sucking greedily on his fingers while you take him so, so well

Sanji

your happy face after taking the first bite of something he cooked just for you, a smile so wide for him in return; he still sees it like a photograph when he closes his eyes

how you roll up the sleeves of his shirt for him when he doesn’t have a hand free, your fingertips brushing over his skin, giving him goosebumps

the way you pronounce his name, as if you’re blowing a kiss for him with the second syllable, dripping from your lips like honey

your hand in his hair as you guide him to the aching arousal between your thighs, asking him to be a good boy for you

your sweet praise when he looks at you love-drunk as you pull him up by his hair, his lips glistening with your juices

him trying not to cum immediately from the way your tight hole twitches around him when he enters you in one go, filling you up completely

you on all fours and your cries, begging him to go harder, as his hands dig in the flesh of your hips, watching his cock glide in and out of you in a broken rhythm

Smoker

the mischievous twinkle in your eyes when you reply “yes, sir” to his orders

your silhouette at night when you’re waiting for him at the same spot as always, an unlit cigarette dangling from your lips

the way your faces almost touch when you lean in close to light your cigarette at his cigar, how you take your time and gaze upon him through long lashes

his gloved hand around your neck as he takes the other glove off with his teeth, spitting it to the side before his bare hand slides into your pants for the first time

your fingers clinging onto his jacket, watching you crumble as he wrecks your body with pleasure from a few strokes alone

the tears in the corner of your eyes as you sob out another broken “yes, sir” every time he asks you if you’ll be good for him, his fingers rubbing that one sweet spot inside of you

your face resting against his chest, breathing heavily as you come down from your high, while your curious hands already unbuckle his belt, being nothing but greedy for him

Rayleigh

the quiet mornings in the ship’s kitchen when it’s just the two of you, sharing the newspaper like an old married couple, no words needed

how you touch his arm gently when you want his attention, as if his thoughts weren’t radiating around you only all the time already

Roger and Gaban patting his back and encouraging him to be honest about his feelings after watching you two exchange longing gazes across the room for months, both of you hesitant to take the first step

your lips finally crashing against each other, a hungry kiss to make up for all the times he only thought about it but never dared to tilt your chin up

the way you moan his name when he fingers you, feeling your tight hole twitch around him, your eyes rolling back when he makes you cum for the third time, getting you close to overstimulation

your pretty little mewls when he fucks you bent over the kitchen table in the morning, not caring about the newspaper anymore, only the lews sounds of flesh on flesh as he fills you up with his thick hot load, moments before your crewmates approach

Roger

the absence of fear in your eyes when the ship docks at a new island and he grabs your hand to run off exploring it with you

the way you’re not letting go off his hand, ever, and realizing how perfectly it fits into his, almost disappearing in it

you mumbling out his name in your sleep when you dozed off on deck and he carries you to bed

feeling your piercing gaze on him through the hazy dark of your cabin, your tired but pleading voice asking him to stay, making it impossible for him to refuse

you climbing on top of him the moment he lays down beside you; your hands, your lips, all of you exploring every inch of him

your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, licking up salty drops of pleasure before you take him down your throat until sounds of gagging and muffled moans fill the room

his fingernails digging crescent-shaped marks in your thighs as you straddle him and sink down on his length slowly, struggling from the girth of it but unable to stop your hips from rolling, until you finally take him all in and cum from the sensation of it alone

Shakky

you taking her hand over the bar counter when you learn her husband is gone often and playfully proposing to her, promising her with a loud laugh you’ll treat her better

Rayleigh smiling and winking at her after your drunk confession many nights later, you hiding your face in embarrassment while you can’t stop stuttering out all the things you like about her

your shy kisses after you helped her close the bar and your weak knees after the confession falls from her lips

your kisses getting braver once you’ve invited her over in the safety of your own home, your hands lingering on the bare skin between her pants and her shirt before she guides you where she wants to feel you

hearing you call her “daddy” accidentally and feeling something awaken in her, making you repeat what you just said with a mischievous grin

the sounds of you gagging on her strap as you take her so greedily despite her telling you to slow down, your pleading eyes seeking her gaze before you take her down your throat again

your shaking legs on her shoulders as she kisses and bites the insides of your thighs, her strap stretching you so deliciously as she makes a mess out of you

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #rayleigh x reader #shakky x reader #roger x reader #smoker x reader #sanji #roronoa zoro #silvers rayleigh #vice admiral smoker #gol d. roger #shakky #one piece reader insert #one piece headcanons

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mangekyuou · 1 year

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Heya, so i just recently found your account and well, i love the way you write the roger pirates, is it alright if you could give us some cuddling headcannons with them? :) thanks for reading hun

✩༄ headcanons , cuddling with the roger pirates !

☆ — characters! . . . roger. rayleigh. oden. gaban.

☆ — cw(s)! . . . n/a. gn!reader. no pronouns used. not proofread.

☆ — notes! . . . this request couldn’t have come at a better time. the roger pirates have been on my mind always lately. thank you so much for requesting !! <3333

an absolute cuddle fiend !! roger loves cuddling with you. if he could have you wrapped in his arms or being wrapped in your arms at all hours of the day, he definitely would

he has no preference over being the big spoon or little spoon. but it just so happens, he tends to be little spoon often

there’s nothing better to him than having your arms wrapped around him, with his head on your chest, your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp. it puts him right to sleep

he especially loves your cuddles after a tough battle

if you tell him you’ll cuddle him if he wins a fight ?? he’s going to fight tooth and nail to win.

nothing and no one is getting in the way of him and your embrace

you will have to pry his arms from around you when you wake up in the morning, otherwise he will not let you go

his embrace is always so warm and very loving

uses cuddling to trap you into smothering your neck and cute face in kisses

rayleigh usually has an arm wrapped loosely around your waist whether you’re out and about or just chilling on the deck

it’s grown to be a habit of his. sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you point it out

he is more of a half spoon kind of guy, laying on his back on your shared bed, with his hands behind his head. you cuddling into his side with your arm draped across his torso and your head on his shoulder

he’s also a fan of the cuddle hug

he enjoys being face to face with you. the deep eye contact, the tips of your noses touching. it still manages to make him feel all giddy inside like in his youth

cuddling brings out your best talks

some nights the two of you have such profound conversations that bring you even closer together

and other nights you listen to him complain and gripe about what crazy thing the apprentices got themselves into that day

he swears if he didn’t have to vent to, he’d maybe throw one of them overboard. he’s kidding…maybe…

there is no escaping oden and his cuddles

you can run but you cannot hide, because he will find you and he will smother you in all his love and affection

after he discovered cuddling is his favorite thing ever, he will not put you down…quite literally sometimes

and it’s so cute to see him so excited to be holding you. he’ll never get tired of you being in his arms

oden used to be very stiff when it came to cuddling in the early stages of your relationship. he had no idea what he was doing

but he quickly got used to it and cannot go a day without cuddling. never in his life has he felt so comfortable

the biggest sucker for back hugs, most of them come out of nowhere. hearing his heavy footsteps running in your direction, when he comes into view you see his arms already wide open. oh boy

at least he has started to announce himself after that one time you thought he was someone else and you threw him over your shoulder onto his back

gaban claims he’s not the cuddly type…he’s also the lying type so it’s best not to listen to everything he says

he just doesn’t know how to ask for them

he can be a little shy about cuddling if there are other people outside of the crew around

you have discovered when he’s jealous he is the most clingy

if he sees someone looking at you in a way he doesn’t like ?? he’ll up the ante tenfold, holding you in his arms like he hasn’t seen you in years. he makes it known you’re with him

he’s a head-in-lap kind of guy. there’s no better place than your lap and he stands by that. he can look up to see not only the stars in the night sky but your cute face too ??

oh he loves it. especially if you stroke his hair a little. he melts under your touch

he also really likes when you lay on top of him, so he can rub circles into your lower back as you talk about your day or whatever’s on your mind.

he’ll sneak a quick kiss or two to your head and then pretend not to know what you’re talking about just to get a reaction out of you

#one piece #gol d. roger #roger #roger x reader #silvers rayleigh #rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #kozuki oden #oden #oden x reader #scopper gaban #gaban #gaban x reader #roger pirates #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #☆ — MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE.

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cowboyjigen · 1 year

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when the wind blows aka roger comforting his daughter when she needs him

warnings: fem reader obvs by the title lol, this is really just a self indulgent fix cause i’ve been feeling bad recently and watching the roger flashbacks

the sea was quiet: a rare sight especially on the grand line. but still there was a certain silence filling the oro jackson. it was painful almost. the normally jolly crew had been shushed as soon as the smile on their captains face dropped, also a rare sight.

“something’s wrong.” roger finally spoke up.

“what’s could possibly be wrong, roger?” rayleigh quipped a small laugh leaving his mouth. roger was not amused by his best friends joke. “roger, everything is fine. it’s just a quiet night is all.”

roger huffed, “maybe i’m just tired.” as if they knew something everyone else didn’t, shanks and buggy shared a look before silently skittering away. taking another sip of his drink, roger glanced around at his crew.

“they head in for the night, not like anything is jumping for your attention right now, captain.” roger nodded in agreement to what gaban had said, setting his mug down and pushing himself up.

“right, i’ll head in then.” with a final nod, he moved towards his cabin.

when he finally approached the door to his quarters, there stood shanks and buggy firmly blocking the door. “can i help you two?”

“sorry captain we can’t let you in here.” shanks was the one who spoke up, not to much surprise on rogers behalf.

“and why is that?”

“strict orders captain.” buggy nodded while speaking

“stricter than those of your captain?”

the blue haired boy paled a bit but shanks stood his ground, “yes sir, she said she’d kick our asses if we let anyone in until she said we could.”

oh. oh.

it made sense to roger now. not just the boys standing unwavering in front of his door but also why it felt so quiet. “i’m afraid you’re just gonna have to have your asses kicked boys.” they shared a look, “or if you let me in now, i’ll put in a good word for you.”

the two nodded at eachother before splitting ticket roger through. “but if she asks, you fought us to get it! we didn’t give up easily!”

roger laughed slightly and nodded, pushing the door open. “sweetie?” stifled sobs rang out from the corner of the room.

they belonged to a lump in the sheets that quivered every few seconds when a particular loud cry would sound. “no one’s here, go away.”

humoring her, roger sat himself on the floor next to his own bed. “hmm we’ll if no one is here then i guess i can crawl in my bed and sleep then.” he emphasized his words by pressing down onto the wood boards below which let out a strong creaking noise.

“go away, dad.”

“oh so there is someone in here! i got worried there was a ghost for a second!” turning around on the floor, roger lifted the blankets covering his daughter. “what’s got you like this, kid?”

he crawled in next to her, holding her close. she shook her head into his chest. “no. it’s embarrassing.”

“cant be too embarrassing right? would it make you feel better if i told you something embarrassing first to make it feel better?”

“maybe, it depends.”

roger smiled before pretending to think hard about what he was going to share. “let’s see, back when it was just me and uncle rayleigh i spent a dumb amount of time trying to figure out what outfit would be the best to wear incase the marines took my mug. well one day i was take a bit longer than normal and uncle rayleigh walked in on me half naked in this ugly frilly shirt.” Y/N sat there giggling in his arms, “see? makes you feel a bit better about you right?”

she nodded slightly before frowning again, “i miss mom.” roger stiffened. he too missed rouge, it had been a few weeks since they had last seen each other. “see it’s embarrassing!” tears once again threatened her eyes but roger just held her tighter.

“it’s not embarrassing sweetie, i miss her too.” he combed his fingers through her hair, “but we’ll see her soon. we’re on our way back right now remember? and then she’ll be on the ship with us for a while.”

“i know, it’s just. sometimes i just feel like i need someone to talk to and she’s not here and,” she continued to ramble on before roger interrupted her.

“you know you can always talk to me right?”

“well yeah but you’re busy, i don’t want to distract you because of my dumb troubles.”

“nothing you say could be dumb to me sweetie. you’re still my daughter.”

she nodded, “thank you dad.”

“of course.” the pair sat there in each others arms for a few minutes before a knock came from the door. it opened to reveal shanks, buggy, and rayleigh. “how much of that did you guys hear?”

“say Y/N, do you want to see the picture of your dad in that shirt?”

“don’t you dare rayleigh.”

#i don’t feel like tagging #this has been in the drafts for a minute #one piece #gol d roger #roger op #roger x reader #roger imagine #it’s a roger dad drabble #gol d roger x reader #gol d roger imagine #one piece fic #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #dad fic #female reader #fem reader #she/her pronouns #⚓️; one piece #i want to be queue

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rogermyreligion · 10 months

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The masseuse

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Female Reader.

Summary: You're the masseuse of Roger Taylor, drummer for Queen, but things get more personal as the sessions progress.

Warnings: smut, hand jobs, unprotected sex, slight nipple play.

Word Count: 3k

You were the masseur of several drummers at this point, even athletes, you are used to that level of people, you knew how to handle your nerves, you know that you do your job in an incredible way and that is why you have that reputation.

But Roger Taylor was a thing, he has a personality that you were not used to receive in your sessions, of course you ran into very nice people, but he was a very talkative man, very charming, very polite, extremely soft-spoken. The first time he broke the ice in such a way that you felt your cheeks getting hot, but he never crossed the line in an awkward way. It was a special client.

"So, why did you stop being a model?" he asked softly, while taking off his shirt and kicking his shoes, he looked at you a little from the corner of his eye to catch your reaction.

It took you by surprise, normally your clients don't talk too much, they’d tell you a few things, they’d tell you about some pain they have, etc. You giggled while rubbing your hands with a special gel, "Alright, very funny of you,"

He chuckled, "Sorry, I know that wasn't original, I'm sure you’ve heard better ones," he slowly lay face down on the comfortable massage table, feeling your footsteps getting closer.

"Not really, let's just say I'm not used to this type of comment, not from my clients,"

He felt a slight fear in his chest, "Oh- sorry, didn't mean to offended you," he tried to raise his head to look at you apologetically.

Now you laughed loudly, "Oh no, believe me you didn't," you pushed him down again, slowly with a hand on his shoulder, "Tell me Roger, you want me to start with your lower back?" you asked gently, smiling to yourself, redirecting your attention to your work and maintaining your professionalism.

He smiled to himself too, knowing he didn't cross any line. "Yes please,"

The sessions with Roger were amusing, and of course you weren't going to lie, he was an extremely attractive man with strong magnetism, he knew how to take the conversations where he wanted and had the power to make you feel very comfortable. He could make you feel that the two of you were having a special connection even if it wasn't even happening, he was very engaging.

After the 3rd session you found out his love situation, just out of curiosity (or so you thought) It turned out that according to internet articles and newspapers he had divorced last year.

Interesting.

"Fuck," he groaned, "Sorry-" he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the pain.

He was sitting on the couch, both of your hands were massaging the upper part of his right arm, going to his shoulder, the warmth of the room and the smell of the vanilla candles that you had lit minutes before he entered were making him fall asleep, softening it to the maximum.

"Yeah, you're contracted, when was the last time you rehearsed with the band?" you subtly asked, squeezing his shoulder with your fingers, noticing the hardness of his muscles, he was quite stiff, more than normal actually.

"A week ago, we took a short break because we had some problems," he told you, not glad at all, "Ouch" he complained hard when you touched a specific spot.

You frowned, stopping abruptly, thinking. He almost never complained out loud, always little whimpers, grunts or sighs.

He noticed your sudden lack of movement, he shot you a glance.

It was like you were just aware of his face, he was not well, he had bags under his eyes, his face screamed that he was exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally, you could tell.

Words can lie, but the body can’t do it as well, you have learned this over the years.

"Can you lift your chin a bit for me please?" you asked gently.

He did as you said, "Like this?"

You hummed in agreement, "Now turn your head to the left, face the wall,"

He did it.

You started concentrating on the junction of his shoulder and his ear, grazing your index finger, applying a little pressure. And to your not surprise, he had such a contracture that you could even swear that it had reached his jaw.

"Roger are you okay?" That question came out more directly than you had thought.

He found your question a little unexpected but he didn't feel invaded, in fact he enjoyed the talks in the sessions, even though there wasn't much that was discussed about.

"Yes, what was that for?"

"You're not okay, sorry that im telling you this but you're so tense," you realized you were literally invading his personal space, after all you were just his masseuse, not a therapist, automatically shook your head, "Never mind, im sorry, I'm going to apply some heat packs," you quickly changed the subject, a little embarrassed.

He followed your steps with his eyes, seeing how you searched for the heat bags, and after a long silence, he sighed, "My ex is driving me nuts," he blurted out.

You stopped your searching, calming yourself down now knowing he didn’t took it in an akward way, he was speaking and liberating himself from the stress, you grabbed one of the bags and started to fill it with hot water, you didn't expect him to continue talking but he did.

"He just won't leave me alone," weariness in his voice, "It's choking,"

You walked over to the couch with the hot bag, you gave him a compassionate look and stood behind him as you were before, gently resting the bag on the side of his neck, applying just a little pressure as you felt his body melt under the heat, with your other hand you began to massage his other shoulder, your movements were so slow that they were almost hypnotizing. You felt him sigh.

He closed his eyes, "And the band is going through a difficult time," he was focused on the hand that was touching his body, "It's just a lot you know, can't sleep well," he chuckled.

"It's normal, the body stores all our emotions, if they are mismanaged they can manifest as physical pain, that's why I asked you what was going on, sometimes just saying it out loud can relax you enough," you explained, the hand that wasn't holding the bag was working behind his neck.

His head began to fall forward slowly, "You're right" he paused, "The only good thing that happened to me these last few days was coming to your sessions," he laughed tenderly.

It all started to feel so personal, you were becoming aware of the atmosphere, the heat, the sweet smell, the softness of her skin on her contracture, the tips of his blond hair touching the back of your hand, you could hear his breathing, a chill ran through your back appreciating the present moment.

Your heart stopped beating for a moment, "Really?" you said as you put the heat pack on his other shoulder.

"Yeah, it's nice here, you're nice too," he confessed.

You giggled to yourself.

"It always smells good in here, your voice is soothing," he recounted, "And your hands are bloody amazing," he laughed, “They are made of gold, such a privilege,”

And again, that kind of comments that made you blush.

With his last sentence you felt a wave of self-confidence, "Yeah, people always tell me the same thing," you joked, intertwining some fingers with the hair that rested on his neck, causing him to shiver, you leaned just a bit closer to his ear, “Vainilla the candles, if you were wondering,” your tone was no longer profesional.

You really wanted to pull that hair and kiss that neck, you could smell his shampoo, it was intoxicatingly delicious.

Suddenly you had an idea.

"So, same hour tomorrow?" you suggested, you shifted your tone abruptly enough to make him blink, putting away the heat pack and moving closer to him again.

He froze for a moment, not understanding what you were asking him, plus, he was sleepy, "Wasn't it my turn on Friday? What day is today?"

You were amused, you subtly licked your lips, "I think you could use a session with me tomorrow," you placed a hand on his cheek, "I can take care of all that tension," your thumb grazing over his dark circles under his eyes , "The stress," your thumb now finding its way to his mouth.

And just as he was about to suck it, you pulled your hand away. He was totally drugged by your movements, your voice and your words.

You smiled widely, "So, im asking again, same hour tomorrow?"

He had a dopey smile on his face, tugging his lower lip between his teeth, now his smile turned into a big smirk, "Yes, I think it is fine,"

It was 4:25 pm, 5 minutes left for Roger to arrive.

Meanwhile you closed the curtains and turned off the big, bright lights, you only left a dim light from a nightstand, it illuminated enough to see clearly but gave it a much more cozy touch. You also lit the same candles, the room began to fill with a delectable smell but it was not suffocating, just perfect. Next to the armchair table you left a neutral oil for massages. You made sure to postpone the sessions you had for today, you were wondering if this was a mistake, but the reality is that you are doing a favor for a client, you are going to make him feel good, that's all.

The remaining 5 minutes passed very slowly until Roger finally arrived, "Hi there," he grinned.

You analyzed him all at once, those comfortable pants he wore, marking and embracing the contour of his legs, noticing the prominent bulge between his legs, something tells you that this man was already thinking about this situation in advance and that made your heart beat with emotion.

"Come in, make yourself comfortable on the couch," you moved to the side and let him in, locking the door.

Roger came in and sat down just as you said, shifting a bit to find comfort, "Yesterday was rough, my ex-" he started to tell you but you covered his mouth with your hand behind the couch.

"Don't worry, you don't have to talk," your hand exerting pressure while your other hand was sliding to the elastic of his pants, "Not about her," you mumbled, you noticed that he didn't bring boxers, you felt a heat between your legs, "Wanna feel good Rog? wanna be good for me now?"

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, he nodded and you moved to position yourself between his legs, kneeling in front of him.

When you started to pull his pants down he stopped you, "Kiss me" he sounded needy.

You moved towards his face and your lips crashed into his, it started slow, both mouths moved almost choreographed, he slid his hand behind your neck, increasing the pressure a bit, sinking you into his face, you parted your lips and he slipped his tongue inside, toying with yours, you could hear slight humming coming out of his mouth, it was hot, he was hungry.

You bit his lower lip, a little hard, "Fuck," he groaned, "You are beautiful," he made eye contact, his pupils wide, his blue eyes burning you, making you breath heavily.

You grabbed him with both hands, kissing him, devouring him, you broke the kiss and he almost whined in response, "Already needed?" you said rubbing the bulge of his pants.

He bucked his hips toward your hand, "All your fault," he chuckled with a groan, "Are you going to do something about it?" he caresses the back of your neck but suddenly he tugged at your hair, marking dominance, "Maybe you could put that pretty little mouth to work," his tone was serious.

You bit your lip, you lowered his pants, his cock went flat to his tummy, it was big, and you could feel it throbbing, after a few seconds of admiration you grabbed the bottle of oil, spreading a little on your hands, rubbing them.

Roger followed your every move with his gaze, wetting his lips as he watched as your hand gripped his cock, the oil was warm and it felt nice, the sensation forcing him to relax on the couch.

Your hand began to go up and down, it slipped easily, slick noises already making you wet.

"Oh," he groaned, throwing his head back, your hands quickening the movement, watching his chest going up and down.

It felt good as you massaged him slowly, brushing your thumb over his tip, a bit of precum already coming out, your other hand went to the base of his cock, squeezing a little as you listened to his chocked moans.

"Y/N-fuck," he moaned, the sensation was incredible, "Feels so good," he mumbled, digging his nails into the couch when you increased speed, he closed his eyes.

"Mhmm," you giggled, feeling empowered, "That was what I wanted, watching you relax, all blissful because you are about to cum," you said while toying with him, looking at the sight of him, his cheeks were a bit red because the heat of the room and the candles, slightly oh coming out of his mouth every second.

He’d smile at everything you said, you could tell he was enjoying it, sometimes he tried to thrust his hips against your hand to feel more pleasure, and that's when you slowed down, playing with his pleasure but not making him suffer.

You were growing impatient, feeling the tickle between your legs while you watched him enjoy, this was not on your plans but you couldn't resist much more, you suddenly stopped and he whined, "Fuck me," you blurted, unbuttoning your pants and taking them off with your panties.

His eyes lit up, a smirk quickly formed in his mouth as he watched you undress, "I wanted to fuck you the second i entered to this room the first time," he said grabbing you by your hips.

You jumped over him, straddling his hips, your hands resting behind his neck, both faces inches apart, breathing each other air, heavy gasps coming in and out. Roger gripped your hips, pushing you down so he could graze himself in order to get some relief.

You grinned, wiggling your hips over him, your pussy lips embracing his cock, the oil and your wetness lubricating and facilitating the situation down there, “Please,” he chocked a giggle, “Dont tease,” he shot you a plead look, trying to push you down.

But you resisted, chuckling, “So eager,” you kept your wiggling.

“Well, give me something else to put my attention on,” he chuckled a gasp, taking off your shirt, his eyes droping to your tits, watching your lack of bra, “Now thats what im talking about,” he cupped them with both hands, bringing one nipple to his mouth, twisting it with his tongue.

You gasped, pushing your tits out.

He glanced at you, pleased with himself, “Oh you like it?” he circled both nipples with his thumbs, watching you squirm under his touch.

You started to look for the tip of his cock, you wanted to sink down so bad.

He hummed a giggle, “Eager?” he bit your nipple softly, happy with your whining.

“Fuck Roger,” you finally found it, sinking down on his cock, “Oh- god,” you closed your eyes.

He erupted a groan so loud that you clenched around him, “Yes- please mov- move now,” he demanded, his hands returned to your hips.

You started to jump, feeling full all of sudden, your tits bouncing in front of his face, “Fuck- this is bloody amazing,” he moaned, his hands timing your jumps, eyes fixed on your tits, “Touch yourself,”

You brought your hands to your tits, squeezing so hard, “Please, Rog,”

“Let me enjoy th-this,” he moaned, grabbing the bottle of oil, spilling a little on your naked body, the warmth embracing your skin. His hands began to wander around your neck, your tits, going through your chest until they covered your entire waist and squeezing your ass. The way his hands slid easily through the oil was arousingly hot.

You tugged at his hair, trying to relieve yourself.

He found you lovely, your skin shined because of the liquid, pretty moans coming out of your throat, watching his cock appearing and disappearing. When he wanted to realize his legs were already shaking, his orgasm approaching, you were jumping frantically.

“Fuck- Y/N, im coming-“

You took him by his neck, pushing him against the couch, your other hand finding your clit, rubbing as fast as if your life depended on it, “Oh- oh, so close,”

He was gasping, biting his lip, closing his eyes as your orgasm hit you like a train. As your climax faded, your movements began to slow, returning to stillness, moaning and clenching, riding through your orgasm.

He stayed you still as you were clenching, it seemed to help him reach the peak of his pleasure, moaning and shooting his load of cum inside you, panting like an animal. “Jesus Y/N,” he chuckled, fighting for air.

You laughed, “How you feel now,” you said while you brushed some baby hairs from his forehead.

His smile was wide, “So good,” he swallowed hard, “So fucking good,”

You patted his chest, trying to get out and come back to your feet but he tugged you down again.

He looked at you, “Can we stay like this for a bit,” his soft voice touching your heart, “Feels nice,” he was drawing abstract patterns in your back.

How could you say no?

“Yeah,” you sighed contently, giving him a quick kiss and hugging him around his neck as he closed his eyes, he started to give you lazy kisses over your shoulder.

“Cup of tea after this?” you mumbled, offering.

He chuckled, “You are godsend,”

Masterlist

#roger taylor #roger x reader #fic #smut #smutty #requests open #queen band #request #roger meddows taylor #my writing #fluff #fluffy #my prompts #so cute #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x y/n

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harudnae · 3 months

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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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