luffyshamefulmistress

[luffyshamefulmistress]

When Luffy gets injured protecting you ((T ^ T) pt3

Luffy is different after Zoro’s warnings, Reader is oblivious and grows uneasy part2(^^)

#fluff #luffyxreader #forbidden love #pining #jealous

reader is still nonchalant baddie all the way ^ - ^

kinda long <3700 words 😪

a/n -> im so happy my work has been resonating with you guys so much, i feel so seen sharing my love for luffy with others! (>m<) So thank u all for all the support so far!

Romance within the crew won’t end well.

Luffy’s mind relentlessly drifted back to those words over and over again while he waltzed through the bustling village at the new island they stopped by. But it’s not romance if I just care for a Nakama, right?

His carefree whistling causes heads to turn while he copes with his humming to sort out the discording thoughts within him. Something about you hurting your leg that day, about the way you always put his safety before yours, it triggered a protective instinct in him he himself knew was different from the kind he gave to his nakamas.

But he would never show that, no. He knew Zoro was right, deep down. It was taking him apart, acting this way, putting up this front, but he knew.

He sniffs around curiously, nose scrunching a little to catch a whiff of juicy meat around the corner, to which his arm stretches automatically, launching himself in its direction.

His teeth gnash into the meat hungrily, juicy seasoning dripping down his chin as he devours it happily, grinning, finally gaining a moment of reprieve from his tumultuous thoughts of you, his eyes closed as he enjoys his food bought with what little Berry Nami had given him.

You were just around the corner, wearing new black jewelry you’d bought from around the bustling village, limping around in your freshly healed leg. The gleam of your new black accessories were what caught Luffy’s attention, his eyes snapping to your form as you browsed the shops, steps slow and careful as you look around in curiosity.

Immediately, Luffy is before you, meat in hand, looking down at you with his curious childlike expression of confusion.

“I thought I told the others to keep you on the ship, (__).” He blinks, eyes finally trailing down your figure to see the new additions on your form, gaze lingering on the way the black necklace you wore fit snugly around your neck, your pretty little tendons straining softly as you raise your head to look at him.

“Your leg hasn’t fully healed yet.” His eyes wander to your leg you’d been limping a little with.

“Oh, is that why they tried so hard to convince me not to come?” Used to his sudden appearances, you muse nonchalantly, tilting your head in thought, not catching the way Luffy’s gaze wandered over you, your own gaze fixed on the meaty juices that ran down his chin, heart fluttering beneath your cool demeanor. “You should’ve known I’d find a way out, Captain.”

You’d easily slipped out the Merry while the others went out for some fun when Zoro had fallen asleep as usual while guarding on the ship.

Luffy frowns a little, his gaze snapping back to your eyes, pouting in that cute, innocent manner of his. “Chopper made it clear not to let you strain your leg.” He drops down to a squat, eyes popping out the sockets comically as he peers at your nearly-healed leg, frowning. “It’s not fully healed yet.”

You cant hold back a slight huff of amusement watching him, and can’t help but squat down before him as well, peering into his deep brown eyes as you restrain your heart from fluttering too much at the proximity of him, to the point his sea-scent was wafting all over you again.

“If I could walk all the way here, I’d say I’ve healed quite well, Captain.” You say coolly, watching him closely.

Luffy, however, leaned even closer, scrutinizing your expression in concentration to detect any lies, teeth ripping out a large piece of meat from the bone in his hand, munching on it thoughtfully, his tongue flying out to slurp at the residue juice on his lips.

“Yet I’m sure Chopper said not to strain yourself...” He mumbles thoughtfully, voice low and protective, and his eyes flash softly when your cheeks flush with heat, mistaking it for your discomfort. Suddenly he seems to realize just how close he was to you, how the only thing between you both was the bone of meat in his hands, and he can’t stop the words that rang in his mind for the umpteenth time: Romance within the crew won’t end well.

Quickly, he shakes his head, the juices of his meat mixed with his hungry drool sloppily flying around adorably as he abruptly stands up, risking a large hand to pull you up with him, rough rubber fingers wrapping around your smaller one firmly and gently, muscles flexing as he tugs your body effortlessly off the ground to press right against him.

You’re used to this; his firm grabbing but gentle touches he seemed to offer to everyone in your own delusion. So when he suddenly steps back, his hand slipping off yours the moment you’re steady on your feet, and his body blatantly kept a foot’s distance from you, your mind flashes immediately with an automatic warning light.

Was he … avoiding you right now?

“Let’s go back to the Merry, (__).” Luffy’s words are slightly strained as he blinks at you, gnashing his teeth into the meat once more. “Captain’s orders.” He adds casually through a mouthful of meat.

You sigh, recognizing that protective tone once again, barely registering your inner annoyance with it with the way he was acting right now. You take a step towards him, your expression giving away nothing, cool and nonchalant.

“I don’t want to.”

“I said, Captain’s orders, (__).” Luffy takes a step back, munching softly, casually watching you between bites.

“I said I don’t want to.” You step forward, not missing the way his tongue licked where the juices dripped off the meat, cheeks flushing with heat again despite your nonchalant expression.

“You’re still hurt, (__).” Luffy’s voice grows a little low and raspy when he starts to get a little serious. He takes yet another step back.

You frown. What’s he trying to do? Why’s he running away? His words are contradicting his actions. Take you back to the Merry? Shouldn’t his rubber arms be wrapped securely around your waist, picking you up and pressing you against his body protectively to Gum-Gum fly you both back to the Merry? Your steps grow pushy as you back him up against a wall, chin tilted up in soft distaste as you watch him calmly.

Luffy’s eyes don’t waver from yours, licking his lips casually, the bustle and rush of the villagers granting you both some semblance of anonymity amongst the crowds of people.

“What are you in such a hurry for, Captain?” You ask lowly, eye squinting just a bit in irritation at his avoidance of your presence until you’d forced yourself on him.

Luffy just feigns ignorance, peering down at you slowly.

“To get you back to the Merry.” You don’t notice the way his fingers twitch softly at his sides, tapping restlessly against the stone walls of the village, the other hand gripping the bone meat tighter.

“Yeah? Well, I’m not going anywhere unless you force me to.” You reply boldly, no nuance in your words, just a pure, blatant challenge. “I’m not so weak that a mere leg injury will hold me back from having fun on a new island.” You don’t understand what made you behave this way, pressing into his body even more. You just didn’t understand why he was running away from you all of a sudden, when usually you’re the most coolheaded, nonchalant baddie on the ship.

Luffy finally grits his teeth at your dismissive words, lowering his gaze. His free hand clenches stiffly at his side when you press further onto him. “You’re still hurt, (__).” His tone is warning now. He seemed to be either extremely fixated on getting you back to resting your leg, or he was restraining himself; something you couldn’t grasp just yet.

“Then you’ll have to force me, Captain.” You reply casually, unbothered, as you push down the fluttering in your chest at the way he was gazing down at you, and the way his heat left your form as you stepped away with a stride. You spin on your heel to saunter away rebelliously, your cool demeanor cracking only with the slight limp in your leg. Your heart clenched painfully at the thought of Luffy losing his touchiness with you; it was the only way you could cope with knowing the fact he’d never be yours as long as he was your Captain. You knew you were being stubborn, and your leg really was beginning to ache from strain despite the days of recovery. Though you’d never expected the voice of a familiar gentleman calling out your name lovingly, causing your head to turn quickly to the voice, seeing Sanji’s heart eyes popping out comically, the sudden movement pushing you off balance, you limping leg tripping over yourself clumsily, as you begin to fall forwards, completely caught off-guard amidst the banter with Luffy and Sanji’s sudden appearance.

“(__)-swaaannnn~~!!”

Familiar rubber hands, roughly calloused but gentle, ghost over your midrift like a wandering breeze before you feel more skilled digits grasping your waist reverently; Sanji.

“Caught you, love.” Sanji’s smooth voice rolls off near your ear, his gentlemanly charm emanating as you’re lifted back upright with a tug of his arms, scarred fingers firm on your waist to keep you steady on your feet. Your head turns to see him grinning down at you with his cigarette hanging out his lips casually.

“Ah, Sanji. Thank you.” You straighten yourself quickly, frowning softly in slight confusion at the ghosting feeling of rubber hands right before Sanji’s scarred fingers, while Luffy is right by your side again, devoid of any of the avoidance he performed earlier.

“Luffy, why didn’t you catch her?” Sanji scolds comically, his hand tightening protectively on your waist, forwning at Luffy in disapproval. “She was about to fall! Her leg isn’t fully healed yet.”

“That’s why we need to get her back to the Merry.” Luffy comments agreeably, completely ignoring his scolding. Though his eyes, dark and steady, were rather focused on Sanji’s fingers gripping at your supple flesh at your waist, digging into you gently while you steadied yourself, finally letting go the moment you brush it off you nonchalantly.

“I said I wanted to stay for a while longer exploring the island, Captain.” You say sternly, brushing you clothes down a little, watching him steadily.

“I’m not going anywhere unless you force me.” You say again with slight annoyance. You realized that breeze was him, coming to help save you from your little clumsy moment, but you realized he had instead retracted his hand, allowing Sanji to hold you instead. He really was avoiding you. Did you do something wrong? You can’t help but think negatively, immediately masking your uneasiness with that usual cold snarky attitude of yours to cover your internal turmoil.

Luffy watches you with stern, dark eyes, his body unconsciously shifting closer to you, but Sanji doesn’t have whatever conflict is brewing within Luffy, stepping forwards and reaching down, his arms scooping you into his chest bridal style, your feet sweeping off the feet smoothly, as he grins down at you with heart eyes.

“I’ll take you back then, (__)-swannn~.” He grips you close to him, eyes glued to you, unaware of the smoldering gaze Luffy gave him, his hands clenching his jaw and his fists, an expression of pure serious coldness emanating off in an intimidating aura all of the sudden at seeing Sanji’s hands on you.

“Put her down, Sanji.” Luffy’s voice cuts through the air.

Sanji quirks a curled brow. What’s this? He observes Luffy’s gaze a moment. Protective? No. At this point, it’s rather possessive. He can’t believe it, his goofy, charming childlike captain could have a gaze like this?

Sanji smirks. “Come get her then.”

Luffy’s eyes flash with something you couldn’t recognize, your eyes following his movements as Sanji rushes off with you in his arms, Luffy right on his tail. You couldn’t understand it. He was so against touching you just moments ago, he wouldn’t even hold you, he wouldn’t even let you get too close. So what is this burning look he’s giving Sanji and you, this heart-wrenching expression of need and desire, your insides pooling with heat at the confusion and utter disbelief of such an expression on your Captain’s beautiful face. You’re flushing with heat, unabel to take your eyes off of his gaze as Sanji chuckles heartily at the new revelation, using his powerful legs to jump from roof to roof, while Luffy chases after, limbs stretching effortlessly to grab onto roof corners and launch himself at the two of you, his jaw clenched tight around the juicy piece of meat he has yet to finish, gaze hardened on you, your hands helplessly clinging onto Sanji’s neck for support, in a vulnerable state with your injured leg, your fingers sliding into his blond hair.

You didn’t want to feel so flustered anymore. You can’t look away from his dark gaze, it’s making you so uncharacteristically nervous you just want Sanji to put you down already, so that Luffy would stop looking at you with those eyes. So you do the only thing you think will make Sanji stop.

“Sanji, you make me feel like a princess, running away with me in your arms like this.” You say into his ear, hugging yourself closer to him to lean up to his ear, eyes fixed on Luffy’s, neither of you able to tear your gazes away, oblivious to the other’s inner turmoil.

And while Sanji freezes on the top of a roof, his feet skidding to a halt, mouth agape in shock, hearts pouring out of his eyes and his entire being, cigarette dropping out his gaping mouth, Luffy’s eyes widen hearing your words. Yes. He heard them.

And then you scream.

Hair flying behind you when you’re entire body is smoothly snatched out of Sanji’s arms, and all you can see for a moment is the shocked faces of the villagers looking up into the air, your eyes wide as you take in the sheer height you were at, the walls looming down below as your vision begins to fade away into the familiar nest of raven black hair, the overwhelming scent of the wild seas engulfing your senses, you eyes catching only a glimpse of Luffy’s heated gaze forward, as the both of you fly through the skies, strong muscles supporting your legs and your back as you scream in panic at the sheer reckless nature of this entire ordeal, hands clinging desperately to Luffy’s broad back.

Luffy’s hand comes up to cup the back of your head, pressing your face gently into the crook of his neck so you won’t have to witness how high above you both are, and also just to prevent you from noticing his gaze. You breathe into him, breathing his scent, clinging onto him, confused, panicked, and tired all at once.

He runs away from your touch one moment, and the next, he’s doing something like this? What the hell? But little do you know, he’s in a greater conflict within.

Romance within the crew won’t end well.

But how come his heart pounds furiously each time you call for him in that nonchalant tone of indifference?

How come just a smile from you makes him grin wider than ever?

How come his head rings in alert when his rubbery arms around your waist? When his hand finds your waist? When you look up at him all nonchalant, the slight tint of red in you cheeks always so cautiously revealed at certain moments?

How come he can’t seem to keep his cool when he sees you get hurt, being held by another man even if it's one of his precious Nakamas?

How come he can’t keep his damn hands off of you, how come it physically hurts to restrain himself?

How come his heart burned with envy at hearing your words to Sanji?

How come all he could think, feel, and see, was red?

How come?

How come…?

Romance within the crew won’t end well. This damn sentence, echoing like a mantra in his mind, like a relentless metronome - it’ll be the death of him. Luffy’s mind buzzes in a cacophony of emotions and desperate desires as he struggles to restrain himself.

Touch her. Stay away. Be close to her. Keep your distance. Hold her. You’ll ruin everything.

Luffy’s hand slams harshly onto the surface of a wall on the Merry as you both land, denting the wood as his hand allows your form to slide back to a standing position, giving you no time to react as his fingers grasp your flesh, pulling you close to his chest as he pants in exhaustion into your ear, head dipped low, down into you, shoulder hunched and caging you into the wall.

You can only see the strength of his neck muscles as he breathes and exhales heavily, exhausted with the conflict within him, as you feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours so clearly that you can't help but flush with heat once more, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“You like that cook?” He murmurs gruffly into your ear, voice raspy with strain, fingers clenching into a fist against the wall, as he steps closer against you, crowding you against the wall.

You can’t even breathe right now. He’s making your heart flutter so uncontrollably you’re afraid he’ll hear it, so you will it with all your might to stop beating if it means he won’t hear.

“Hm? Answer me, (__).” Luffy’s voice demands, crowding you further against the wall, your form pressed intimately against his, your vision blocked with his messy nest of a raven strands, senses overwhelmed with his sea scent, and your injured leg begins to wobble unsteadily at the rush of emotions within you. Luffy’s grasp on the flesh of your waist is the only thing holding you up right now, and he tightens his hold on you, your bodies molding into each other’s.

“What do you mean-” You manage to mumble out before he cuts you off, slamming his fist against the wall.

“A princess, hm? Sanji-kun makes you feel like a princess, does he? Hm?” He practically growls into your ear, and it’s all you can do to not shiver at the unexpected tone, and you can’t even think, can’t even realize the way he’s acting right now. You could only focus on his warmth, his body, his hair, scent, voice, his entire presence swarming you right now, struggling to find an answer.

“I only said that so he’d stop running back to the Merry, Captain.” You rasp hoarsely, unable to think straight.

“Did you?” He asks breathily, his words tickling your neck now as he can’t seem to hold himself back anymore, his teeth gritting harshly as he tries to reign himself in.

“I just wanted to explore the island a moment longer.” Your voice is strained, the tickle of his words making you try to lean away.

His rubbery arms unconsciously stretch and wrap more around your waist more protectively, as he tries not to do something he’ll regret, his mouth opening and closing, lips grazing the skin of your neck ever so slightly, voice low.

“ ‘m sorry, did I cross a line-” You start to say softly, confused, and worried you’d perhaps edged him on too much earlier into touching you, that maybe he had gotten mad over it, before he’s cutting you off with a surprisingly soft, vulnerable tone.

“I-I don’t like it when you-” He begins, voice quiet and muffled with the crook of your neck, pausing mid-sentence when he hears the boisterous laughter of Zoro, Sanji and Nami coming back up the deck. He immediately shifts, stepping quickly with his hand firm on your hip, over to the other side of the wall to hide the both of you from them, his chest pressed close to you, his form engulfing yours as he embraces you like you’ll disappear.

“Just don’t…” He breathes deeply into your neck, risking a ghost of a bite over the area your neck and shoulder meet, not allowing actual contact, his teeth clacking with the chain of the new necklace you bought, before pausing and straightening as he takes a careful step away from you. The heat and strength of his body leaving yours as he watches you with a heated gaze, an eye covered with the rim of his straw-hat as he backs away carefully.

“...Don’t say things like that again.” He murmurs lowly, quiet, his head turning to avoid your gaze. You watch him with tingly nerves, caught off-guard with his sudden retreat, and before you can say anything else, Luffy’s casual smile returns, as if nothing had happened.

“You’re an important nakama, afterall, (__).” A nakama, is it? That’s all you are to him? Your own disappointment makes you bristle in both irritation and exasperation. What exactly had you expected? He has never once expressed any romantic interest in you, so you just stare at his kind, smiling eyes, his pretty nose scrunched in his charming toothy grin, and his demeanor not showing a speck of the hunger before when he’d devoured your form with his gaze alone.

Sanji’s voice calls the both of you over for food; seems he knew you were both there, but hadn’t bothered to digress. And Luffy is grinning wider, beckoning you come as he rubber bazookas over to the kitchen, yelling carefreely, “Let’s eat, (__)!!”

It’s all you can do for now to stand there, trying to calm your racing heart. The way he’d looked at you, called for your name, the ghost of a bite over your neck, and the sheer proximity of him before you erupted the fire within you you’d been dying trying to keep hidden since the moment you realized your affections for him.

I can’t hide them anymore.

You start to panic. Could he tell? Did he see the way you flushed red? He knows, doesn’t he?

Groaning, you muster a call back, “Coming.” before simply throwing up your nonchalant demeanor once again, unsure how you’ll face him again like usual, but one thing was for sure.

Your secret was finally out.

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gosh I acc don’t know how to end things off I suck at endings pls tell me if I literally ruined the whole thing with this tua ending for the sake of their pining!!! 😔😔 I’m acc crashing out reading it again tell me if it sucks pls ISTGG😩

But next part they’ll probably have to deal with their pining FR. (￣∀￣)

[luffyshamefulmistress]

When Luffy gets injured protecting you ((T ^ T) pt2

thank u sm for all the love in part 1!!! i’m so grateful and happy you all enjoyed my writing!

#luffy x reader

suggestive/angst/fluff

reader pines for Luffy, Luffy feelings CRACKING bit by bit, #cluelessLuffy

reader still nonchalant baddie >u<

Luffy found himself sitting by your sleeping figure day after day, awaiting the moment you woke up. He was always careful with you, especially since you were one of his precious nakama’s, treating you the same way he did everyone else.

So the crew was slightly surprised that day when he’d fallen asleep next to your form, his wrist and chest all bandaged as he held your hand in your sleep, missing dinner for the first time on the third day of your unconsciousness.

Yes. Dinner. Which meant staying with an injured you came as a high priority for him even if he usually wouldn’t miss dinner for anything in the world.

It’s probably why he was drooling right now, his eyes shut dead asleep, tongue hanging out his lips lazily, his drool pooling on a spot of the blanket you were snuggled firmly under, the fabric wetting until it stained the shirt you wore underneath.

Surprisingly, that’s what finally woke you up. As you blink to adjust your vision to the dark, you feel the wetness of his drool seeping into your shirt, eyes peering down to find his messy raven hair scattered across your chest over the blanket, his bandaged hand and wrist claiming your hand firmly even in his sleep. You can’t help but feel the warmth spread through you immediately at the revelation of your captain resting his head on you to sleep, cheeks warming as you pause to just watch him, his chest rising and falling evenly with each content inhale and exhale.

You watch until you notice his lips moving softly, mumbling in his sleep as he starts to nibble on the blanket, unable to reign in his hunger even in sleep. It makes you smile a little at first, but then he starts chewing and licking the blanket more..needily, to say the least, his sloppy mouth slathering his saliva all over the damn spot of fabric. You can see the needy movements of his hungry lips and tongue, causing your skin to jump a little as you flush with heat, jolting up to sit up straight, effectively nudging his head off of you gently as you push him away a little to compose yourself.

“Mnn? Sanji, is dinner ready…?” Luffy mumbles incoherently, his sleep-drunk eyes gazing at you when he rubs his eyes drowsily, blinking to take on the image of you. His voice gruff from sleep, hair drooping over his half-lidded eyes. He’s too dense to notice the soft flush on your cheeks, nor the way you seem to grip the blankets a little too tight, defensively shifting away from the spot of fabric he was nibbling and licking at.

“OI! (__), YOU’RE ALIVE AGAIN!” He exclaims so joyously as his eyes widen when he realizes you’ve awoken, his gaze relieved and proud, most likely thinking of the way he saved you back then. Your gaze drifts to his injured wrist again, and you’re shuffling uncomfortably as you watch him jump up from his spot, clasping his rubbery arms around your shoulder and engulfing your entire being with a relieved, firm squeeze of happiness, his body pressing into yours.

Damn him, you couldn’t even wake up without that nonstop fluttering in your chest everytime he came close like this. You just couldn’t concentrate when his firm muscles fluttered around you as his strong rubbery arms held you close to him, rough palms gentle on your skin, pressing you into him, while the familiar sea-scented waft of his raven black hair overtook your senses, his face nuzzled into your neck. You were utterly and completely within his complete hold.

“I almost thought you’d never wake!” Luffy pouts into the crook of your neck, seemingly extra clingy now that you’re awake.

You merely smile nonchalantly, huffing him back while trying to brush away the heat you felt on your cheeks frkm before, hugging him back gently. “Of course I’d wake.” You reach over to hold his wrist, wrapped in bandages. “Sorry you got hurt, Captain.” You murmur, feeling guilty for having to have him save you and get injured for it.

He presses himself further into you, the wetness of the blanket spot from earlier rubbing into you and you flinch softly at the wet feeling, blushing again. “I’m glad you’re safe, (__).” And for a moment, his voice is gruff and low, whispered words tickling your neck, and you shift slightly at his sudden protective tone, before it’s gone again as quick as it came as he chuckles heartily into your neck. “Shishishishi~!”

Flustered, you push him back softly to give you space, but his chest only stretches, the rubber skin stretching as you push, then snapping back in place pressed right to you when you give up on pushing at him. “I didn’t need your help..” You mumble again, stubborn still despite it all, disliking his injuries for your safety.

“Whats wrong, (__)? Does it still hurt?” Luffy’s arms fly away from you to jump over to check your almost-healed leg, his animated motions comical when he jumps from position to position, eyes fixed on your leg, limbs sprawled and back hunched over to look closely at it.

“It looks fine to me.” He mumbles contemplatively to himself, pouting a little as he squints.

You can’t help but bristle when he seems not to have heard your words, so you repeat yourself in a more stern tone.

“Captain, I mean it when I say I can handle myself on the field. There was no need to injure yourself like that.” Your stubborn prideful ass hated the fact he got hurt for you, even now. You just hated seeing him risk himself like that, he was reckless enough as it is!

Luffy’s eyes snap over to yours from the foot of the bed, hands carefully paused, hovering over the bandages on your leg. He blinks, his gaze rather blank.

“What do you mean? I saved you, (__).” He pauses a moment, watching you.

“Don’t you want me to?” He asks, confusion evident in his handsome but charming childlike features.

You shake your head a little.

“Not if you get hurt in the process, Captain. You’re vulnerable to blades. You should’ve just let me take the hit.” You say nonchalantly, unafraid of pain if it means protecting Luffy.

“You know I’d take any blade for you as many times as I need-“

“No.”

You blink. He sounds so firm, his voice emanating his captain’s aura. Only rarely do you hear this demanding low tone of his.

“Captain.” You mutter lowly, frowning softly, about to protest.

He gazed at you intently, dark eyes unwavering.

“I said no.” He says rather simply, as if entertaining no other option. In truth, he hated when you said things like this. Yes, he was happy you cared for his well-being, but he hated the fact that it always came before yours.

But you couldn’t tell that from his low gaze, you could only make out the fact he won’t be backing down.

“But if you keep getting hurt like this-” you try to gesture to his bandaged wrist.

“No.” He cuts you off, voice demandingly low, gaze hard.

“I will not allow another scratch on your body, (__).”

His gruff voice resounds in the room, and you grip your sheets tighter at the fluttering in your chest at his promise to protect you. Your eyes stay on him, a silence enveloping the two of you as you both watch each other a moment, before chopper waddles in, carrying healing tonics for you, weeping comically as he jumps up to hug you with relief, crying about how your leg was in such a bad state and he was so scared you wouldn’t wake up. At that, all danger that emanated from Luffy seemed to disappear as he grinned cheekily at you, as if the previous conversation hadn’t even really happened.

Sanji is next to barge in, fawning over your beauty despite being bedridden, scurrying away only to come back with a freshly prepared steaming meal just for you, weeping comically at your ‘unique sleeping goddess beauty, while the others all come filing in to hug and comfort you.

All the while, you’re unaware of the way Luffy seemed lost in thought, crouching at the foot of your bed, hunched over your almost-healed leg, watching you behind all the ruckus and clamour of the crew.

Unusual, yes. The one who is usually at the heart of the chaos is now watching you silently, like a hawk.

It’s only when he shifts himself off the bed that your eyes glance over to his, unsure what he’s thinking behind those deep eyes, lingering so heavily on yours before he slips away while you become distracted with all the attention from the crew after waking up.

“He seemed really worried.” Zoro says after a while, when the energy had died down a little and the others had gone back to their daily endeavours. He leaned against the frame of the door casually, fixing his bandana on his arm as he speaks.

“The captain?” You blink.

Zoro huffs, bemused. “Who else? The rubber man stayed by your side for three days while you slept.” The swordsman muses a moment. “He’s never been so careful.”

You’re a little surprised, but you don’t show it. He was Luffy afterall, he would’ve done the same for any crew mate. Right?

“I suppose I’ll just have to get stronger, then.” You say nonchalantly, leaning back on the backboard of the bed, fingers playing with the blanket fabric.

Zoro just watches you, before huffing a little and turning to face out the door, throwing a hand up to signal his departure, as he contemplates a moment, mulling over his words before speaking deeply.

“Try not to worry him like that again. Luffy’s become..a little protective of you, (__).” And with no other explanation, Zoro strides out the door liesurely.

You sit there in silence. ‘Protective?’ You’re well aware of the way Luffy treats his crew, with such care and cherish, it’s what drew your heart to him. So what exactly did Zoro mean? Say something you don’t know, for a change, Moss-Head. You shake your head softly, drifting back asleep into the comfy covers of your bed.

———

The moment Zoro clicks the door shut, he’s met with Luffy’s figure leaning leisurely against the wall beside the door.

“Running your mouth again, Zoro?” Luffy’s voice is steady, strawhat low over his droopy eyes, back against the wall and head lowered slightly, arms crossed loosely, faced forward.

Zoro just huffs, not bothering to look over at him. one of his hands settling on the hilt of his three swords on his side. “Scared she’ll find out?”

“Find out what.” Luffy feigns ignorance quite easily.

Zoro moves, shifting to stand right in front of him.

“Romance within a crew won’t end well, Captain.” Zoro’s voice is warning. Careful.

“It could jeapordize the balance we’ve maintained so far.”

Luffy pauses, listening. He doesn’t say anything for a while before he looks up at Zoro, gaze steady. But unusually intense.

“What romance?” He replies smoothly.

Zoro watches him a moment. He’s never seen that look in his friend’s eyes, even since he first saved him from the marines and got him in his crew. He can tell he’s doing his best to reign himself in for the sake of his crew and his position as captain, so Zoro just huffs, starting to walk away leisurely.

“ ‘s long as you’re aware. Captain.” He waves casually, leaving Luffy by the side of the door to where you slept soundly, eyes hidden with the rim of his straw-hat, as he remains there with his hands clenching softly, as if to hold back, guarding your door silently as you sleep.

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Aahh I cant i love this type of Luffy sm, but if it’s getting to the point of derailing from his actual personality pls tell me! I can get a little enthusiastic with this type of Luffy, so it might come off too strong! 😭

also idk if y’all got the vibe of a little bit of forbidden love but i hope u did cuz that’s like the perspective so far since Luffy’s real intentions are showing a little now!!

But anyways thank u so much for reading all the way here! I hope u enjoyed it, and lmk if you’re all up for a Part 3!!! 🤭

Part3!!!!!

[luffyshamefulmistress]

When Luffy gets injured protecting you ((T ^ T)

my first post ever please be merciful 😓😭

#luffy x reader

(~>\\\<~) part 2:)

reader is kinda nonchalant baddie (ㆀ˘･з･˘)

reader pines for luffy, luffy feelings UNKNOWN

fluff/angst i suppose?

You don’t see him - don’t see the flash of his toothy grin when his rubbery limbs a stretch to reach you, your eyes wide and focused on the knife flying right to your chest. Only when you hear the pained groan leaving a figure from far away, your hazy eyes filled with panic, landing on the bleeding rubbery arm with the knife wedged deep. The skin bruised and rough, evident with previous careless injuries. Hands you are all too familiar with, wrapping around you protectively, firmly holding yours with certainty, now shaking softly at the pain of the knife wedged throug, crimson dripping down.

With no time to waste, the hand twists, swiftly grabbing you by the collar and yanking you smoothly with a soft thump against a firm, panting chest. Luffy. You look up at him, and he’s grinning ear to ear, blood trickling down his temple, lip cut and bruised, faint bruising all over his toned chest, his skin dirty and rough from terrain and faint traces of blood all over. There’s a flicker of something you can’t name in his eyes the moment he looks down at you, holding back pain or something else, though he seems fine other than the knife wedged in his wrist - still holding you protectively. And oh, his hair, sweaty and messy from fighting, draping over his low sleepy eyes which always watched you with such care and observation, the bloodied state he was in annoyingly adding to his charm.

There’s no time to waste. “Hah, that was a close one, wasn’t it?” Luffy chuckles softly down at you, smiling like always, barely even showing a sign of pain, as if he didn’t have a godamn knife wedged through his arm. Your face scrunches up in slight frustration. He’s always been like this, taking it upon himself to protect each and every one of his crew members. You’d found that part of him endearing if not for how often he got injured from it, but it also confused you when he did. You didn’t want him to protect you as just another crew member, you wished for more. But of course, you’d take that to the grave; that’s right, these feelings could never be acted upon. Why? Because you could tell. Luffy had no interest in romantic endeavours. (Oda had made that clear enough).

That’s why you just couldn’t accept his help sometimes. It made you waver. Each time he smiled at you. Held your hand. Ruffled your hair. You can’t stop the soft warmth fluttering through you, nor the way you soften at a mere touch. You try to be stoic, to act nonchalant, but Luffy has that sort of energy you can’t stay away from. The kind that you can’t run from. But above all, you didn’t want to misinterpret his kindness. He was kind to all, treated all with the same care and fairness. So you were afraid. Didn’t want him to push you away, to view you differently than he did as now. So you only bristle at his action, eyes now narrowing down at the knife through his wrist.

“Dont casually interrupt my fight, Captain.” you insist blandly, inspecting his wrist subtly. Luffy only seems to find your stubbornness amusing. “I don’t need your help.” you add flatly, trying not to show the little squint of your eyes in concern as you watch blood ooze out his wrist.

Luffy only chuckles softly. “Even while you’re hurt like this?”

His eyes crinkle softly as he smiles, and it makes part of you squirm with warmth, the other half only growing frustrated, conflicted with your own feelings, only wanting to maintain this farce of the need for this ‘crew mate’ relationship between you and him that you continue to be stubborn and difficult. His words don’t help one bit. Only reinforcing the idea he’d only ever treat you like another precious crew member of his.“You’re obviously the one who got hurt.” You try to point out his bleeding wrist, growing more concerned for him but it only shows as irritation on your soft features.

Luffy is about to speak before another knife flies your way, and he’s immediately pulling you away to keep you out it’s trajectory with his animalistic reflexes, his rough large hand slipping down to grip your waist softly, pulling your body flush against his, his eyes alert and watching for the enemy. Your body tensed ever so slightly with the contact. He leans down to mumble quietly into your ear, “Just leave this to your pirate king,” only to coil his rubbery arm around your waist securely, stretching it to transport you over to Usopp freaking out in the corner, gnawing at his nails as he watches Zoro and Sanji fight, his eyes widening in alarm watching you fly over to him. And it made you bristle softly, the way his whispered words had affected you so tenderly, calling himself “your pirate king,” only spurred your conflicted feelings, so much so you didn’t even get a chance to protest. “wait-“

“take her back to the Sunny, Ussop! Treat her leg!” Luffy calls back towards you both as Usopp miraculously manages to catch you steadily in his arms, eyes going down to your leg. Its a mess of blood and bone. You didn’t even notice, when your enemy found you at a vulnerable moment, breaking your entire leg. Your adrenaline running high, only focused on the knife hurling towards you. Tears prick your eyes in frustration. Again, you’d allowed him to see you like this, weak and in need of “protection,” and he’d let himself get hurt just to save your pathetic little ass. And as you protest while Usopp flees away from the scene with you over his shoulder, you can only look back at your captain who throws you a cheeky grin, flying off, ripping the knife out of his wrist and gum gum bazooka-ing whoever it was who broke your leg.

And god, you hated it, because his smile was the only thing you could hold onto as your vision blurred, Usopp’s panicked voice huffing as he raced back to the Sunny, your adrenaline wearing off. Pain pricks up your leg as your vision blurs out, watching the dash and stretch of Luffy’s rubber limbs as you slowly drift into darkness, slumping into Usopp tweaking tf out.

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tysm for reading!!!! it’d be a miracle you made it down here 😞. It’d be lovely if anyone can tell me what they did and didn’t like! i want to improve! but please be nice 👉👈