#gaban x reader

[harudnae]

The Great Draft Eradication Plan continues! Today's delivery is a fluffy (albeit a bit horny) Gaban x Rayleigh x Reader short fic.

Down the rabbit hole I go, I just can't get enough of them...

Also posted on AO3 on 2024.01.26

Rating: Mature

Pairing: (mentioned Roger x) Rayleigh x Gaban x GN!Reader

Summary: Gaban walks in on you curled asleep against Rayleigh, and tells him about a pattern he noticed.

Content warnings : polyamory, fluff, horny mood, rated M for mentions of sex, they/them pronouns for Reader, no body description for Reader

Word count: <1k

🧲 Magnetic silver

Gaban dresses a mental list while he wraps up the last of his duties, before he turns in for the night.

Who's on watch until tomorrow, what's missing in the pantry that they'll need to restock at the next island, a couple of medical supplies Crocus asked for...

He considers passing on the list to Roger, but he thinks the Captain might already be asleep.

Rayleigh, on the other hand, was supposed to have a few things to do after dinner, so Gaban figures the First Mate should still be awake.

Once done with his chores, Gaban walks to Rayleigh's quarters and knocks at the door.

"Come in."

Gaban slides in, closing the door behind him. When he turns around his gaze softens.

Rayleigh is reading a book, laying against the headboard, over the covers.

You're nestled by his side, asleep under the blanket, a hand spread over his stomach.

Gaban exhales a soft hum. "You've got company for the night. That's cute."

Rayleigh drops his book on the nearby shelf, then gives you a side-glance. "I was updating the ship's log when (y/n) came in. They insisted to keep me company and fell asleep there."

Gaban sits by Rayleigh's side and reaches out for you, gently caressing your bare arm. "They're always more at ease when they're with you."

Rayleigh briefly glares at him. "That's not true and you know it."

"It is, and I don't blame them."

Rayleigh looks at him over his glasses. "You know they love you just as much, though."

Gaban chuckles, "Yeah. Still, we were all drawn to you first."

Rayleigh slightly tilts his head to the side. "What?"

"Roger set out to sea with you. I joined because of you, then you caught their eye, too", He nods towards your sleeping form. "We eventually mingled with each other and all together, but you're the one that caught our attention first."

Rayleigh squints.

Gaban lifts a hand to cup his chin. "What? Not my fault you're a handsome devil", he smiles, and leans in for a kiss.

Rayleigh hums into the kiss, and lets Gaban claim his mouth, slightly breathless when he leans back for air after a while.

Gaban's soft smile turns into a playful smirk. "We just happen to have excellent taste."

Rayleigh lifts an eyebrow. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Gaban's smirk widens. "Is it working?"

Rayleigh cards a hand at Gaban's nape and pulls him closer. "I don't know", he breathes against Gaban's lips before kissing him again.

Your fingertips twitch against Rayleigh's stomach when its tenses underneath, and you exhale a soft sigh.

Rayleigh reluctantly breaks the kiss. "Stop, we're going to wake them up."

Gaban half-heartedly glares. "Are you playing favorites?" Then he licks his lips and playfully retorts, "Don't move, don't make a sound", and leans in to kiss and nibble Rayleigh's neck, smiling against his pale skin when it tenses under his lips.

Rayleigh whines in his embrace, and gradually loses his composure despite his best efforts.

Gaban sucks on the tender skin of Rayleigh's neck, admiring the mark he left when he leans back, a hungry smile playing at the corners of his lips. "No complaints yet? Figures", he huskily teases.

Rayleigh's hand travels from Gaban's hair to his jawline, and his thumb traces his lower lip, pulling it down, asking for entrance.

Gaban draws his tongue out and leans in to suck Rayleigh's thumb.

Rayleigh's next groan is downright sinful, and shortly followed by a full-body shudder under Gaban's intense gaze while his tongue swirls nears Rayleigh's wrist.

Movements and noises eventually stir you up from sleep. You blink awake and look up, and a lazy smile curves your lips. "Hornies", you mumble.

Rayleigh bites back another moan before turning to you. "Says the one who loves morning sex so much that they never want to sleep alone", he gently teases, threading his free hand through your hair.

You draw your tongue out.

Gaban leans in and bites Rayleigh's shoulder.

He winces and glares in return.

Gaban apologetically licks Rayleigh's skin. "What? They're awake, now."

"Does that mean I can join?", you coyly ask, already sliding your hands down Rayleigh's body, reaching out for the obvious bulge underneath his pants.

Gaban huffs a chuckle under Rayleigh's ear. "Told you", he softly teases, "It's always about you."

Rayleigh exhales a sigh, rolling his eyes. Then he turns to you and cracks a smile. "I must be incredibly lucky, then."

One of Gaban's hands reaches out for your bare arm, prompting your attention while keeping his face buried in the crook of Rayleigh's neck. "Maybe, but I think it's the other way around too", he says, drawing his tongue out to lick a long stripe up Rayleigh's skin. He meets your gaze when he reaches Rayleigh's ear and gently nibbles. "Don't you?"

Your smile widens. "Well I think we're all lucky to have each other."

Gaban squints.

You slightly raise an eyebrow, then you continue, "But... Since Gaban wants to prove a point..." You blow a couple of kisses his way. "We're all lucky to have you", you turn back to Rayleigh, "and we're going to show you just how much, right here, right now."

Rayleigh's breath hitches, and he almost imperceptibly snuggles closer to the both of you. "Yes, please?"

[alexa-yukiyu]

ok this is the first time I do something like this, but I have to ask.

Can you write a fanfic where Scopper Gaban is f!reader's father? There was a fanfic once but it was way too short but also good for that :') oh and it does not matter whether she is older or younger than Colon

I can only imagine that he is really a sweet and funny father type :D

Thank you <3

(Sorry for my English, it is not my native language)

Hair Bonding ft Scopper Gaban

A/N I think this one is pretty good 🤔 I do hope it’s okay but to run with what I had in mind Dokucha here inherited Scooper’s hair locks so the volume is mentioned but nothing regarding texture, color or length was otherwise added I believe

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers!

Consider buying me a coffee!

“Seriously!” Gaban grumbled as he continued to attempt to wrangle in his daughter’s hair

“What’s wrong, Dad?”Dokucha mumbled, wincing at a particular harsh tug

“Ow! That hurts daddy,” She whines sending a stink eye to the navigator.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I ‘ll try to be more careful.” He chuckled, Slowing his moves slightly

“But it’s like no matter what I do, it just pops back! Are you sure you didn’t eat some kind of devil-fruit when I wasn’t looking?” He questioned as he once again began to gather her hair in an attempt to put it in a ponytail.

“For my hair?“I don’t think a fruit made my hair like this, Daddy.” She mumbled, trying to remember the different fruits she had seen on their adventures

“There are all types of powers out there, Dokucha!” He called with a laugh

“Look at buggy! If that little rascal’s powers are possible, then I‘m sure the kami-kami no mi doesn’t sound too far off, right?!” He called out as he finally got the right angle and slid the ponytail into her wild hair.

“It’s not a fruit that gave me the hair, daddy,” she said with certainty, turning towards him

“How can you be so sure! I haven’t seen you swimming in a while,” he said suspiciously

“Dad, it’s you; you gave me this hair,” she huffed out, grabbing her hair and comparing it to his identical wild curled locks

“Oh,” he muttered as realization sank in. She stared at the man a little longer before letting out a string of giggles

“You’re silly daddy,” she laughed, throwing herself at him, nuzzling her way into his lap

“I really, really, realllyyyy like my hair daddy!” She gushed, looking up at the navigator with a grin

“You do? I thought you didn’t like hair time?” He mused, rubbing her head affectionately

“I don’t like your hair, Papa!” She clarified

“Hahahahahah! How could you be so mean, Dokucha! Who else does your hair?” He guffawed

“Big brother does my hair the best! He always does the best styles and leaves my hair shiny and soft after a wash!” She beamed, happily clapping her hands at the thought of Buggy doting on her hair. Of course, the teen would always brush it off, say that It was because he couldn’t stand someone on his crew with hair looking anything less than perfect especially someone who he often was in charge of.

“Hahahaha! Alright, then, is that why you like your hair so much? Because the Little pirate apprentice works on it?” he laughed. She gave a slight hum at that, but eventually shook her head.

“Nope! It’s because daddy gave me his hair, and that’s very important!” She babbled out a dopey smile on her face at the thought

“Why?”

“Because I want to be just like daddy when I grow up!” She cheered, shooting off his lap and jumping all around him, swinging her arms in a familiar motion.

“I will go hyahh and bamm and hyahh and for the final move Yasotakeru!!” She boomed, a comically serious look on her face as she swung her imaginary twin axes around the small cabin, much to the amusement of her father, letting a few snickers slip.

“Why are you laughing?” She gaped, turning to the man with a frown on her face

“Nothing, I ‘m just surprised you want to be like your old man, but I ‘m glad.” He chortled as he pulled her towards him, ignoring the yelp she let out as he hugged her tightly.

“I ‘ll make sure to better myself so you can be someone great Hahahha!”

“No way! Daddy is already awesome, don’t get better, it will be too hard to reach you!” She pouted

“Ha! You know more than anyone that’s not how it works,” he cackled, pulling both of them up

“You can’t strive to be someone that’s easy to reach; it won’t get you far, Dokucha!” He shouted with a proud smile, making his way out of his cabin with Dokucha in tow.

“That’s why I will continue to better myself so you can continue to grow stronger!” He laughed

“Bahahaha! I see you two are up and going,” another cheery voice piped up

“Uncle Roger! Dokucha called running to the man and enveloping him, giggling as the man rubbed her head affectionately

“Good! I was looking for you, Gaban! I know where we are going next! Torino Kingdom!” Roger announced, letting out another belly laugh as Gaban’s face rapidly grew sour

“You look annoyed!” Dokucha exclaimed, looking at the annoyed look her father had on his face

-

"Uncle Rayleigh!" a small voice called, catching the man's attention and pulling his attention from the ropes as he glanced at the girl.

“What’s all the ruckus for, lass?” He called as he finished up the final knots that were needed.

“Dad and Uncle Roger are gonna start fighting again,” she said as she hugged him, leisurely looking up at the man

“How could you know if they were about to start fighting?” He questioned confused

“Cause Dad is telling Uncle Roger to be Careful again,” stepping back from the man and pointing at the two men whose animosity kept growing the longer they talked

“Yeah, that would do it” he huffed, holding the bridge of his nose, annoyed

“Let’s go,” he muttered, making his way up to the upper deck and next to Gaban, just as Dokucha had said. He lectured the Captain about what he was sure was another reckless decision, with the girl skipping next to him.

“What is it this time?” he questioned, watching as the girl wrapped herself around her father’s leg. The latter halfheartedly patted her in greeting, his attention on the man before him.

“This idiot wants to go right through the calm belt to go to Torino Kingdom; if that wasn’t enough, he wants to take the route that passes through Impel down.”

“I‘m sick of your warnings! Are you scared or what?!” Roger finally snapped;

“I never said that!” Gaban said exasperated, pulling at his hair, annoyed as he grabbed his daughter gently despite his anger and passed her to Rayleigh as he stomped his way to the Captain, crashing heads with him

“I told you to understand the risks, Roger, you idiot!” He growled

“If you wanna stop me, then fight me!” He boomed, shedding his sword. Gaban followed soon and pulled out his axes.

“Here we go again,” Rayleigh called, disappointed, placing Dokucha on the ground.

“Lass, go find the other two; I need to get this settled.”

“Okay!!!”

What we thinking? I think crossguild is next 👀 or maybe I will do another fairy tail between 🤔

Taglist:

@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

@hannahbarberra162

@epochal-oracle

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I don't know if you saw the recent episode of One Piece but I think Gaban would recognize Cupcake berserk!reader's axes (I wouldn't be surprised if he was the original owner of those axes).

When I read this my mind was immediately working and I couldn’t help but laugh like an evil mastermind for this!

-It was a bit strange, being on Elbaph again, but nobody in your crew knew that you had been here before, at least just yet.

-When Luffy and the others had been brought back, after being kidnapped by the fanboy Road, someone that you were still annoyed with, despite him bowing and apologizing to Luffy and the others for what he had done.

-It was a child, Colon, who called out your name so happily, “Y/N!” you turned, your eyes going wide as you instantly smiled, rushing towards him, “Colon!”

-Luffy was a bit curious on how you knew this child as he hugged you tightly and you beamed brightly, “Who’s this Y/N?”

-You turned with a bright smile, “Colon, this if Luffy, my captain. Luffy- this is Colon, my little brother!” those from Elbaph knew this information, while your crew all had huge eyes, their mouths falling open before, “EEHHH?!?!”

-You beamed brightly before you heard another voice call out, “My baby!” you turned and Sanji and Brook instantly fell over, hearts in their eyes as Ripley ran over and you leapt up into her hands as she pulled you up, “Mama!”

-Luffy was surprised, pointing up at you and Ripely, “Y/N- are you a giant?” you were normal sized, compared to humans at least and you beamed down at him, “I’m a half giant, I took after my mama here with strength, but my size is from my papa!”

-Robin and Nami were quick to realize who your papa was, as they knew who Colon’s dad was, a legendary warrior who was once part of Roger’s crew!

-The others quickly realized this as well, one by one, leaving only Luffy who was trying to piece things together before they heard a third voice calling out your name and you instantly leapt out of your mama’s hands, “Papa!”

-Scopper Gaban grinned brightly, catching you easily as you squealed as he twirled you around and instantly Luffy’s eyes went huge, pointing at the two of you as he finally realized that Gaban was your dad.

-A huge feast was prepared, and you enjoyed eating with your family, your old friends of Elbaph, and your crew- your new family as everyone was celebrating.

-Gaban was checking out your axes with a grin on his face, seeing how good you were taking care of them, “I knew it was a good idea giving you these! And I’ve seen your bounty posters- you’ve been making us all proud!”

-A chorus of cheers rang out as a toast was led in your honor as you beamed brightly, lifting your own tankard, “And I’m not done yet- we’ve got lots more to do!” Luffy cheered the loudest at this, making you grin brightly.

-You were glad to have come home, at least for a bit.

[getonite]

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

[owlwithanapple]

The Light and The Dark

Chapter 03. Dance

Night Restaurant

You were deeply immersed in the beautiful singing voice of the female singer. Everyone stayed quiet and listened to her . You like the atmosphere of this style very much, as if you are intoxicated by the beautiful voice and your own world.

Not only can listen to the singing, but you also can watch some people dancing with their partners to the music. They are very elegant and beautiful. You are not familiar with dance. After all, you have never been exposed to this kind of high-level culture.

When your eyes were full of longing, Rayleigh noticed it. He stretched out his hand invite you to dance together, and your thoughts were actually noticed by Rayleigh.

You happily held his hand accepted his invitation to be his partner for the night. You both looked at each other with a smile on face, you weren't good at expressing but he always saw what you were thinking.

"It's my honor to dance with you." Rayleigh held your hand walked slowly.

"I should have said this." You smiled at him.

He led you to the center of the dancing crowd. You were a little nervous but relieved because Rayleigh held your hand never let go of you. The female singer took a sip of water and adjusted her voice to start singing the next song.

You hold half of his palm with your right hand. Your left hand is raised and placed lightly on his shoulder. He takes a small step back with his right foot, and you take a small step forward with your left foot.

With the rhythm and melody of the music, he guides you step by step to follow his dance steps. Sometimes you will look down to check, worried that you might make a mistake or accidentally step on his foot.

"Don't look away from me." Rayleigh looked at you and said.

"I'm worried about stepping on your foot." You said softly.

"It's okay, just take it step by step and enjoy it." Rayleigh said with a chuckle at you.

"I will. Thank you for inviting me to be your dance partner." You looked at him and said.

"I am very willing to be your dance partner." Rayleigh said teasingly.

"We're both lucky to have each other," you said shyly.

Under the warm light, following the melody, the two of you have become immersed in the world of two people. You take the initiative to get closer to him, and he has no intention of alienating you or rejecting you.

He closed his eyes gently rested his forehead against yours. You also closed your eyes and enjoyed the good time with him. Rayleigh's warmth made you feel extremely happy and sweet.

You were once kidnapped, so you were afraid of being touched by people. The one holding and being gentle to you now is Rayleigh. You don't hate having any physical contact with him. You hope to keep such beautiful memories.

Roger and others saw you from upstairs. Roger was very relieved to see you and Rayleigh so happy. Every moment since you joined has been healing.

They are always experiencing hardships in the outside world, and you will exude a warm scent when you appear. You are a light that shines in the darkness and warms their hearts.

Roger had noticed that Garp and Sengoku were also dining in this restaurant. He wanted to stop you two from attracting so much attention, but he admires you two and doesn't want to disturb.

Garp and Sengoku sat watching the performance. Garp saw your back and spotted you dancing in the crowd. He was surprised to find that your dance partner was Dark King Silvers Rayleigh.

He stood up try moved to pull you over but was stopped by Sengoku. After all, this is a restaurant, and if there is a crowd and a fight breaks out, even ordinary people will be implicated.

"Rayleigh is here, which means that damn Roger must be here too!" Garp said to Sengoku.

"I know. Don't be impulsive yet." Sengoku pulled Garp.

"Damn it... why is that little girl dancing with Rayleigh! I gave her flowers!" Garp was very annoyed when he saw you leaning into Rayleigh's arms.

"You didn't invite her..." Sengoku complained helplessly.

The nights you danced with him brought you two closer together, and you cherished this time in Rayleigh's arms. How wonderful it is to be able to spend this moment with him in peace.

As soon as the woman finished singing, the end of the singing means it's over. You feel a little regretful that time flies by so fast, but Rayleigh is reluctant to let you go.

"Thank you for spending a long time with me." You smiled sweetly.

"I'm willing to spend more time with you than now." Rayleigh approached you slowly and gently touched your face with his hand.

"Is your mouth so sweet?" You chuckled.

"Want to taste it?" Rayleigh hugged you and brought you close to him.

"You're blushing." You held his face in your hands.

"Hahaha. Really? Maybe I'm drunk?" Rayleigh held your hand.

"I can't tell whether you are drunk or not." You took his hand went back to find Roger.

You both returned to Roger's seat. Roger smiled at you both, you were both confused as to why he looked like this. Several others also had the same expression as Roger, which you felt was a bit baffling.

"What are you guys doing with these weird expressions?" Rayleigh refilled glass of wine.

"I just think the scene of you two dancing together so beautiful." Roger said with a laugh.

"One light and one darkness coexist." said Crocus.

"Hahaha! Crocus is right. Y/N is the light, and Rayleigh is the Dark King, so he is called dark." Gaban took a sip of wine and said.

"When I grow taller, I will definitely be sister's dance partner!" Shanks swore seriously.

"Me too!" Buggy came over and said.

"I'll wait and see." You stroked the heads of the two children.

"The troublesome guy is here too." Roger said with a smile.

"Who is it?" You looked confused saw Roger's smile was different from usual.

"Marine's Garp and Sengoku." Roger said seriously.

"They are so good and doesn’t make trouble here." Gaban said with a smile.

"If there is really trouble, Roger will never let them go." Crocus took a sip of wine.

"Why?" you wonder.

"This restaurant is Roger's favorite. Some people who were not afraid of death made trouble and were beaten up by Roger." Rayleigh said with a smile.

"Hahahahaha! If they don't come to our door, we don't have to make trouble with them." Roger slapped the table and laughed.

"Be careful, those two in Marine are the most difficult to deal with." Rayleigh warned seriously.

"It's okay! If anything happens, I'll take care of it!" Roger said with a confident laugh.

"Indeed, Roger and Garp are enemies and besties." Crocus said calmly.

"Which means that Garp and Sengoku are very powerful people, they can actually compete with Roger." You knew that Roger was very strong, but you didn't expect anyone to be able to fight him.

"Hahahaha! Y/N, listen up! There are endless possibilities for you in the future! After I die, you will meet a new generation of more powerful people and even enemies! Your adventure is not just about seeing the world with me ! More people will invite you to go on adventures together!" Roger's words made you feel weird but exciting.

"Roger, why are you saying strange things? But thank you." You smiled.

Everyone suddenly looked serious and started laughing after hearing Roger's laughter. You noticed that the atmosphere was extremely tense for a moment, but no one said anything and you just kept smiling.

In fact, you had already noticed in your heart suddenly became cold when Roger said something strange. You held back the tears it’s felt like Roger was disappearing.

"Umm... I'm going out and relax first." You realized something was wrong and quickly got up left the restaurant.

"What a perceptive little girl." Roger looked at your leaving.

"Is it necessary to mention it now? She has just started and you are adding insult to injury like this." Rayleigh pulled Roger's collar unhappily and said in a serious tone.

"There are many things in the world that must be overcome, including one's own heart. I pulled her out of the bottom let her see the world. After I die, at least she will not go back to the bottom and continue move forward bravely to pursue the future world." After Roger finished speaking, he immediately took a sip of wine.

"Idiot, you can't read people's faces. She is still a girl and has just started. You will hurt her if you say this." Crocus slapped Roger in the face.

"Hahahaha! She is very smart! I believe her!" Roger slammed the table said loudly.

"Roger...you." Roger interrupted when Rayleigh was about to speak.

"She is a good girl, and her appearance has illuminated us. From now on, you will take good care of her for me when I am gone. Especially you, Rayleigh." Roger said with a smile.

"It's really difficult." Rayleigh sighed and drank a glass of wine.

"Are you willing? Rayleigh." Roger smiled.

"Of course." Rayleigh took a sip of wine.

"Stupid." Gaban said with a smile.

Outside the restaurant

Realizing something was wrong, you ran out of the restaurant to get some fresh air without saying a word. You knew there was something in what Roger just said, but you were afraid if you continued to ask, you would have the consequences you didn't want to hear.

You know that Roger is an ambitious man. You have read the articles published in the newspaper over and over again. You admired him before you even knew him.

You longed for him to be as strong, confident and free as he was. Unexpectedly, you actually met him by coincidence. Not only he was willing to help you, he also warmly invited you to take adventure with him.

At first you were very hesitant about it because of Ria. In the end, after Ria frees you, you no longer hesitate to choose to follow him. Your fate is so wonderful. You obviously only worshiped him but now you have followed him.

What if one day his time comes to an end, what will you do?

"It's easy for a little girl to catch a cold on this cold night." A rough voice came from behind.

"Sengoku..." You turned around looked at him calmly.

He walked slowly and you stood still waiting for him to come. You knew he was an important person in Marine, but now it felt like he was just here to talk.

"You and Gloria really look alike." Sengoku said looking at your face.

"Do you know my mother?" you asked curiously.

"Yes, she helped me once. I owe her a thank you." Sengoku said.

"She has passed away." You said calmly.

"Really...I'm deeply sorry." Sengoku bowed to you.

"Is there anything else?" you asked him.

"I just didn't expect you to know about me." Sengoku said.

"Of course. You are a well-known figure in Marine, a good friend of my mother, and the person who has been taking care of me silently since my mother passed away." You said with a smile.

"How do you know it's me taking care of you?" Sengoku asked.

"After my mother passed away, I’ll received letters and support payments from you every day." You said with a smile.

"Hahaha, but I didn't expect to meet you here by chance. I couldn't find you when I went to your hometown." Sengoku said.

"I was kidnapped and sold to other places. I was rescued recently. It was the trafficker you caught recently." You said.

"What!" Sengoku was surprised to hear you say was kidnapped.

"I don't want to bring up this topic after all, it's not a good memory. But how do you know my mother?" You asked him doubtfully.

"Before your mother became an explorer, she was a subordinate of mine. After, she chose to leave Marine and become an explorer." Sengoku told your mother's experience.

"I see, thank you for telling me." You thanked him for letting you know your mother better.

"But, how could you..." The two of you were interrupted by the noise.

The noise came from the restaurant, and many customers ran out. You followed Sengoku quickly ran in to find out. You see Roger and Garp having an arm wrestling match, they've smashed several dining tables.

"What's going on now!" Sengoku shouted to Garp.

"Ha! I feel so bad when I see this damn guy!" Garp shouted.

"Hahaha! Come and have a fight if you dare! Garp!" Roger said with a smile.

You saw that the scene was very chaotic, and there were many tables and chairs smashed by them on the ground. Everyone is trying to stop Roger, but that Garp is forcing Roger to challenge him to the end.

"Garp! Don't make trouble here!" Sengoku pulled Garp.

"Shut up! This guy is the only one I will never let go of!" Garp shouted.

"Interesting! Come over here!" Roger shouted.

The scene in front of you has gradually gotten out of control, and you smell a strong smell of alcohol on them. Not only did they get drunk, but they also met their sworn enemy, and they almost went crazy with alcohol.

"Oh! The one who was dancing just now!" Garp pointed at you with his finger.

"The one who gave me the flowers!" You pointed at the drunk Garp.

Rayleigh heard it realized that it was Garp who gave you the flowers. He was dumbfounded. Garp pointed at you drowsily and started talking nonsense. You were confused as to why this guy was talking to you.

Sengoku was speechless seeing him drunk. Except for Roger, everyone else found it funny and speechless. You knew he was drunk, but you were helpless to keep listening to his ramblings.

Rayleigh pulled you to his side stood in front of you to prevent you from getting close to Garp and Roger. Shanks and Buggy stood on either side of you to protect you, you just hid behind Rayleigh.

"What should we do?" you asked Rayleigh in a low voice.

"Just stop it!" Sengoku knocked Garp violently.

"Hey, hey, hey! Sengoku! I haven't played with him enough yet!" Roger said with a laugh.

"Can you two stop causing havoc? One cause trouble and the other follow suit." Sengoku said impatiently.

"Hey! Little girl, you're back! I thought you had fallen out with me!" Roger said with a smile.

"How is it possible? It's not like that." You and Rayleigh quickly supported Roger.

"Y/N...don't tell me you joined them...?" Sengoku looked at you doubtfully.

"That's right! She is a flower in our Roger Pirates! Remember it!" Roger laughed.

Gaban and Crocus took over and helped Roger lead him back to the ship. Shanks and Buggy caught up with them. Rayleigh was waiting for you but he vaguely noticed that Sengoku looked at you with a different expression.

"I really didn't expect you to be more difficult than your mother." Sengoku chuckled.

"Hahaha, we will be enemies from now on." You pulled Rayleigh and left the restaurant quickly.

"Gloria...your daughter is more wild than you..." Sengoku sighed.

Everyone got back and quickly set sail left the restaurant. You sat in one place to rest while the rest dragged Roger into the room. Unexpectedly, we were just having dinner and ended up meeting Garp and Sengoku. Fortunately, they didn't catch up.

"Do you know Sengoku?" Rayleigh gave you a bottle of drink then sat next to you.

"My mother's friend. I didn't expect to meet him." You took a sip of your drink.

"Those two are quite difficult to deal with in Marine. You have to be more careful in the future." Rayleigh said with a smile.

"Okay. By the way, where are the others?" you asked curiously.

"They are all asleep. They are tired after having fun." Rayleigh took a sip of drink.

"Rayleigh." You looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Rayleigh held the drink bottle and looked at you.

"Thank you for being my dance partner. I was very touched and happy at that moment." You said shyly and looked away.

Rayleigh liked your shy look very much. He knew you were beautiful and lovable. After hearing what you said, he put down the drink bottle. He knows very well that he would like to be your dance partner, he kneels in front of you and holds out his hand.

"Y/N, the night is still long. Would you like to dance with me again?" Rayleigh is waiting for your reply.

"There's no music." You looked at him with a blush.

"Who said need music? The two of us are enough." Rayleigh chuckled.

"I do." You held his hand with a shy expression.

He didn’t expect that you would still be willing to dance with him, and he felt very happy. It seems that this night is the longest between you and him. He held you tightly, your head resting on his shoulder.

Maybe he already has feelings for you since first met. But whenever he touches you, you don't reject him.He always insisted that he thought it was right to maintain a normal relationship.

You always smile when you are around him,sometimes he thought wants to be your lover and protect you for the rest of your life. Maybe you don't have this idea, but at least he wants to protect you as a light in the darkness. If conditions permit, maybe friendship can stay with you longer.

You spend time with Rayleigh on a full moon night. The two of you are immersed in this stage that belongs to both of you. Although the night is neither long nor short, take advantage of this night to feel the happiness of having each other.

The next morning on the ship

Roger woke up with a headache from drinking too much last night, and Buggy and Shanks were sleeping on the floor in Roger's room. Roger saw how cute the two of them were sleeping, but he still woke them up and left the room to have breakfast together.

"Are you okay?" Shanks yawned.

Roger scratched his head and put his hand on the back of his neck, "Hwahh~ It was so fun."

"Hehehehe, it's so exciting!" Buggy jumped while walking.

You wake up and sit on the bed in a daze. The dress hanging behind the door reminds you of the time you spent with Rayleigh, as if you were back last night. You are fascinated by that dress. Last night was particularly long and short.

"Rayleigh..." You covered your cheeks and closed your eyes, reveling in the memories of yesterday.

"Sister, yo sister~" There was a knock on the door and Shanks' voice.

Several knocks on the door brought you back to reality from your memories, thinking that you regretted that the time with Rayleigh last night had become a memory. When there was another knock on the door, you realized that you quickly got out of bed, put on a coat and walked towards the door.

After opening the door, you saw Roger massaging his temples, Shanks and Buggy smiling. The three of them seemed to be having a great time. They were all smiling when they woke up early in the morning. There was also a captain who was having a headache.

"Sister! Let's have breakfast together!" Buggy held your hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't pull sister like that." Shanks slapped Buggy's hand away.

"It hurts! It's you who is making trouble!" The two children started fighting again.

"Hahahaha! Fighting early in the morning is so enjoyable! Y/N, let's have breakfast together." Roger praised the two of them and invited you to have breakfast together.

"I'll go there after I change my clothes. Roger, does your head still hurt?" You care about Roger.

"It's a small thing! It'll be fine soon! Then we'll see you later!" Roger carried Shanks and Buggy and left. Looking at the backs of the three of them, it looked like Roger was carrying two bags of things.

After closing the door, you took off your pajamas and hung them in the closet. You chose a set of casual clothes to change into. You took another look at the dress fell into deep thought, but you quickly arranged your appearance and mood then leave the room.

The moment you opened the door again, Rayleigh, whom you were thinking of, was standing outside the door, raising his hand preparing to knock on your door. For the first time, you felt the urge to beat faster in your heart. Your eyes were too shy to look directly at him, and you felt a warm feeling on your face.

The Rayleigh you know is the vice-captain of the legendary Roger Pirates and Roger's first partner. He is powerful and well-known as Dark King Silvers Rayleigh.

In front of outsiders, he always appears very majestic and powerful. He is an important role in the Roger Pirates and an indispensable part. However, such a powerful person is always gentle and considerate towards you.

Maybe you expect his kindness only belongs to you, and only you can possess his kindness. But how could he let you be the only one? There must be countless women chasing after such a strong man.

His gentle and considerate attitude towards you may be because you are his friend and the only woman. Why did you suddenly have such an uncomfortable and strange thought in your heart?

"Y/N."

"I'm here!" You replied in a panic as he called your name.

"Are you okay? You've daze for a while." Rayleigh touched your cheek.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something didn't pay attention what you said." He touched your cheek, which made your heart beat faster.

“Look at me and talk, Y/N.” He raised your chin with his hand so you looked directly at him.

He told you in a very serious tone, and you followed his instructions and looked, your eyes were looking at each other. You have a strong crush on Rayleigh, but when you think about the thought just now, tears suddenly flow down your face.

"I'm sorry! Did I scare you? What happened to you!" Rayleigh held your face in his hands.

"I..." You didn't know how to answer him.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here. Tell me what happened." He held your face in his hands and gently wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

Your affection and concern for him make you conflicted. You may have fallen in love with Rayleigh or it may be purely friendship love. You hid this feeling deep in your heart and decided not to understand it in depth. The only thing you wanted now was to maintain a long-term friendship with Rayleigh.

"Help... I, I, I have a stomachache. Maybe I ate too much last night." You covered your stomach, but you were just looking for an excuse.

"What! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" You were held in his arms.

"Rayleigh?!" You were suddenly picked up by him, and you were so frightened then put your hands around his neck.

Rayleigh started to get nervous when he heard you say feeling unwell. He carried you back to your room put you on the bed to let you rest for a while. His nervous actions make you feel a little overwhelmed and guilty, as if you shouldn't use your health as an excuse.

"Rayleigh, I..." you tried to explain.

"I'm going to call Crocus, don't move!" He covered you with a quilt to comfort you and then ran out quickly.

"What should I do..." You sat up began to worry and muttered to yourself.

The End.

[matumogs]

🤪🥵

Pacts

One Piece - Reader x Gol D Roger x Silvers Rayleigh x Scopper Gaban

Warnings - 18+Only

I’m not sure about this one, and the One Piece rewatch has been progressing slowly, but I’m trying to kick the writer’s block, so have some silliness with Rayleigh, Roger and Scopper bickering over their single shared braincell.

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You had settled in well with the Roger Pirates.

You worked hard, your wit as sharp as the knives you used in battle, and you had displayed absolutely no trouble keeping up with the crew. What you lacked in experience you made up for with enthusiasm, cunning and sheer, raw nerve.

You were also as pretty as you were clever, a combination of traits that never failed to pleasantly heat Silvers Rayleigh’s blood. Charm was as deadly as a dagger in the hands of someone who knew how to use it, and from how you had half the ship practically eating out of your hand, you certainly did.

This presented a potential problem, as he was definitely not the only member of the crew to notice. He’d seen you coyly stroking Scopper’s arm, the man’s eyes flaring and his smirk pleased. And Roger had certainly taken you under his wing since your arrival, but his gaze had begun to linger the way it did on a particular shiny piece of treasure he wanted to get his hands on lately. And Rayleigh would be lying if the flirtatious looks and comments you’d been sending his direction hadn’t peaked his interest considerably.

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[sleepy055]

Shanks x fem!reader x Buggy ( Platonic Roger pirates x reader ) headcanon

Context : FEM!READER with healing ability No skin color ( no blushing etc... ) Reader is around the same height and age as Shanks and Buggy Mention of Rayleigh taking care of Y/n hair English is not first language Just some headcanon that I had in my head about how would life be on the Oro Jackson as a young girl treated like a princess ( for a different context you can always ask )

As being a young girl part of a pirate crew, everyone took good care of you. Even grumpy and meanie Crocus was nice to you. You were always put aside during the fight, they gave you the best food and White beard would even have a gift for you, even Big Mom tried to get you when she crossed path with Roger.

Rayleigh was your caretaker as this man is 100% girly dad material considering his relationship with Shaky and how close he is with the Amazon Lily women and girl (You probably became a sister figure to Boa and her sister later on)

Rayleigh would take care of your hair giving you cute haircut washing it with the best shampoo, he took care of your wardrobe and training as he wanted you to be able to defend yourself, if you wish to become a swordsman you will have to prove him your worth (you probably were able to make him lost his guard for a moment that impressed hi)

You hanged out a lot with Roger, he would also bring you into his shenanigans escaping from a group of lions while he laughed running really fast holding you in his arm. Help you prank Shanks and Buggy as vengeance for their own prank. Will come to bed and tell you a bedtime story of his legendary adventure as a rookie pirate, like his meeting with Brook. (He probably would have wished to do the same with his son :c)

Gaban would teach you tips and tricks of being in the life of a pirate. Being a big bro give you brotherly advice, he is always honest, telling you if he worried or mad at you for something.

Crocus is a strict serious man, but he has a soft side for you, he would teach a lot about medical knowledge to help your healing power. You serve him as an assistant helping him a lot in his work charge, he gives you rewards like candies or booze for your hard work. He surprisingly never speaks harshly to you.

Oden, when he met the crew he was curious as to why a young girly would be here, then you managed to help the people that were cut by Rayleigh sword during the Roger vs Withebeard fight. He was curious about your ability, asking you a question.

The people of the ship would bring you gift, cute dress, gift linked to your hobbies like book music instrumental or art furniture anything really that will make you smile

Withebeard would be so nice and sweat you always smiling and laughing for you and giving food even gift you sit with you to eat and even gifted you an accessories (will even laugh about adopting you which did not make Rayleigh laugh)

You get free hugs from Inuarashi and Nekomamushi !

Shanks x Reader x Buggy

Oh these two, the chaos. They would make you part of their shenanigans pulling prank on the other crewmate you will always be the one with the least consquence wich would make them jealous

They would also bring you to their fight," Y/n tell him I'm right ! "" Stop lying Y/n you know I'm telling the truth" when you usually did not even know what they were talking about.

Would try so hard to impress you protecting during fight or do a thing for you which you could use at your own advantage, making the crew laugh while they fight for who will cut the most fruit for you.

Whenever they talked about their future they wanted to make a crew with you and get many treasures but deep down they knew it was kinda more complicated than that for you as they knew that the adult of the ship made everything in their power to protect you from a life of a pirate.

You would go adventure with them trying to solve mysteries, steal from bandits, run away from monsters, you would heal a lot of their injuries and every time you would be the one injured they would lock in to take you out of danger and take care of you bringing you tot the other crying and worried about you.

They have an engraved memories of you in their head, the three of you lying on the beach looking the stars in the sky the wave of the sea it was such a moment of peace. Shanks x reader focused

He always tries to be flirting with you (at least he tries to copy Rayleigh charisma) would offer his hand when you leave the ship. Open doors for you, pose in front of you.

Decently put his straw hat on your head when you were looking at the horizon, saying you looked pretty wearing it.

The crew would notice and ship you so hard (especially Marco during Roger Withebeard fight) watching you sit next to Shanks smiling over two kids being cute.

The day Roger find you kissing Shanks (at age 13) he would be so shook and laugh happily that will interrupt the kiss, he would even harder while Shanks hold you while he blush. Buggy x reader focused

If you complimented him on his intelligence or his strength he will be over the mood, his ego being boosted (he deserves it)

One day when he did not wear his hat you told him he had beautiful hair would change him, he will start to show it a little bit more once adult then have longer hair as an emperor later on.

Will always be a big tsundere with you calling you an idiot, but you know damn he doesn't mean that as he blush.

He will sleep putting his head on your shoulder and will run away once waking up, realizing.

When he kissed you and Roger caught both laughing happy for the both of you, he screamed embarrassed which brought the other who were surprised by the scene.

(I know it wasn't great, but it was a first try =~=)

[warriorheart13-blog]

Lowkey tho i need more marco, beckmann, rayleigh, gaban, roger, hongo, shanks, ace x reader fanfics for me to read. Ive read all the stories so many times cuz i love em but i love reading new stories ahhhh

[harudnae]

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

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

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

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

I told you: obsessed.

Also posted on AO3 on 2024.01.19

Rating: Explicit

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

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

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

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

Word count: <16k

🍑 Forbidden Fruit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You frown. "Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're not fine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll walk you back, then."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You heavily sigh.

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

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

"Either way, not tired."

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

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

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

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

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

"Look at me."

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

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

You blink. "What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You urgently nod.

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

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

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

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

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

Crocus huffs. "Thought so."

Gaban asks, "Fire peaches?"

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

"Oh."

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

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

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

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

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

Gaban clears his throat.

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

He asks Crocus, "How painful?"

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

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

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

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

You blink in disbelief.

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

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

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

"What for?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

"I told you I wanted to help."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods and offers you his sweetest smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He swallows under your eager touches.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gaban frowns. "Huh?"

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

"You–"

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

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

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

"Oh, fuck– Mmh, that feels good..."

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

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

"Oh, yeah", you nod.

"You don't have to if you– ngh!"

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

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

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

"Holy shit– Nghh, this is so good..."

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

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

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

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

"You can still be rough, though."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smirk and keep moving faster. "Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, fuck yeah. More..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hnghh– (y/n)..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gaban slows down a little. "Something wrong?"

"Want more", you moan between pants.

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

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

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

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

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

"You okay there?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

Gaban growls, "You saw nothing."

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you need any help?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gaban chuckles. "Maybe, but she will."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah. I'll have some too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So greedy..."

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

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

You heartily nod around his fingers, humming appreciatively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gaban stops moving and lifts a cocky eyebrow.

You look back up at Rayleigh. "Please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You open your eyes.

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

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

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

"Holy fuck, yes–"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ngh– more, please..."

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

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

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

Gaban bites you again, a little harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Over-sensitized and exhausted, you're still craving for more and you're glad he wants more too.

Gaban scoots closer to you and lets his hands wander on your chest, your neck, your jawline. "You're so fucking pretty", he praises you while his fingertips tease you.

You hear Captain Roger's roaring laugh echoing on the decks, but it doesn't register as bothersome since you suppose there's only the four of you on the ship.

Neither Rayleigh nor Gaban stop their ministrations, anyway.

A moment after, Captain's voice says from behind the door, "I was wondering where Rayleigh had been all this time. Figures."

Gaban rolls his eyes.

Rayleigh groans as he slows down his thrusts.

"Everyone's off to sleep and you're still at it?"

Rayleigh turns towards the door and deadpans, "Well someone doesn't want to stop, so..."

You groan in mild annoyance and wriggle your hips to try to get him to move.

He turns his attention back to you, sighing. "Do you want Roger to join, too?"

Your pupils widen at the offer and you lick your lips.

Gaban bites your shoulder. "Insatiable, really", he growls against your skin.

With a rare sliver of lucidity you ask, "Is this... okay?"

Gaban and Rayleigh huff a laugh and exchange a knowing look, a smirk growing on their faces.

You frown. "What?"

Rayleigh calls, "Roger!"

Your Captain enters the cabin without further ado, grinning wide at the sight of you three entangled. "Oh, you've been having fun."

Rayleigh retorts, "Yeah, and (y/n) keeps wanting more."

Captain Roger turns his attention to you.

Arousal flares again inside your gut under his intense gaze.

He plucks his mustache and lowly asks, "Is it true? Do you need more... help?"

You swallow as you briefly look at the other two. "Yeah. I mean– I'm not sure anything more would truly help at this point, but–"

Rayleigh laughs. "Oh, he will wear you out, trust me."

Gaban runs a thumb across your lower lip. "If anyone can do more than us two, it's Roger. I'd say it's a pretty safe bet."

"Alright, okay." You playfully lick his thumb before turning your attention back to your Captain, a smile curling your lips. Worries and shame long forgotten, you offer, "You want the next round?"

"Oh yeah." Roger heartily nods, then he drops his coat near the keg and leisurely leans on the wall across the room. "Come on, boys, you heard her", he urges the other two with an eager grin.

Rayleigh briefly glares at him, but soon resumes fucking you, deep and sharp, making you see stars with every other thrust.

Gaban muffles your moans with two or three fingers playing with your tongue, while his gaze intensely studies your face.

You tilt your hips for a deeper penetration and moan a little louder around Gaban's fingers, then your eyes flutter shut in delight and you squeeze your inner walls around Rayleigh.

He hisses in return, and his cock heavily throbs. "Fuck– I'm close..."

You huskily groan, lean back to release Gaban's fingers, then tilt your head towards Rayleigh. "Cum inside me", you plead.

"Oh– fuck, nghh..." Rayleigh's body tenses and he buries himself to the hilt, violently pulsating and filling your greedy cunt with yet another load of warm cum.

You bite your lower lip, clenching harder around him, milking him dry.

After a few heavy breaths to regain his composure, Rayleigh finally pulls out. He gazes at you with want and a hint of softness when he cups your chin and leans in for a deep languid kiss.

You're breathless but smiling by the time he finally leans back.

Rayleigh settles further on the bed, next to Gaban who's been observing you with a mischievous grin.

Happy where you are but still not quite sated, you move to the edge of the bed and sit there, ignoring the warm wetness spreading between your thighs. Your gaze instantly falls on your Captain.

Roger looks at you with intent, a hungry smile curving his mouth.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you distantly acknowledge that the man facing you is one of the most wanted, ill-famed, strong and dangerous men of this era. Although, you're a part of his crew, so it's a very arousing thought, rather than threatening.

"My turn", he says, and then he gets up without further ado, shrugging off his shirt.

Your mouth falls agape halfway through said shirt being dropped on the floor, and you observe him with want as he similarly discards boots, belts and pants. Goosebumps raise your skin despite the fire burning beneath. Nothing that you didn't know beforehand, but your Captain in any state of undress is still a sight to behold. What a snack!

A pair of laughs echo from the bed.

You blink then frown. "Did I say that out loud?"

Left in nothing more than his underwear, Roger heartily nods, beaming.

"Oh, well", you shrug, distantly aware that you should be embarrassed but remaining unbothered, "It's true." You get up and go straight to your Captain, holding a hand out once you're within reach to palm at his strong, hairy torso. You look up with a renewed fire within you.

Roger leans in for a deep kiss, and approvingly hums when you let him claim your mouth and run eager hands across your sweaty skin. He runs his tongue across your lower lip as he leans back, leaving you breathless and needy.

"Captain..."

Roger cracks a smile, places his hands around your waist and effortlessly lifts you up, laughing when you gasp in surprise. You barely have the time to wrap your legs around Roger that he's already sat on the bed with you straddling him.

You look at him from under, slightly flustered to be handled like this but even more aroused now that you feel his cock throbbing between your thighs, albeit through very frustrating underwear. You're soaking those, anyway, already rubbing your dripping cunt against him.

"So eager..." Roger's large hands slide around your hips to cup your ass, giving them a playful squeeze before venturing further, spreading the slick around your holes, teasing but never quite satisfying.

You pant and whine, and your head lolls back down while you angle your hips better, seeking more contact, more pressure, anything to quell the fire in your core.

"So, so needy", Roger growls just before his wandering fingertips return to your hips. You look back at him frustrated, outraged even, but he only smiles and hoists you up again, setting you a little to the side, straddling his thick thigh.

You throw him a confused look.

His smile widens and he lifts his knee a little, flexing his thigh underneath you and pressing into your wet folds. "Make yourself cum for me."

Your eyes roll back and you exhale a low throaty moan. Your thighs clench around his on reflex and your swollen clit throbs against his skin, his curly, thick hairs tickling you in the most satisfying way possible. You have a breathless laugh, then you quietly say, "Okay." You brace yourself on your Captain's stomach, and start riding his thigh.

Roger keeps a hand on your hip, guiding your movements, pressing you harder against him, and he lets the other wander free, reaching out for your neck, gently curling around it. Then he traces your jawline and thumbs at your lower lip.

You obediently open your mouth, drawing your tongue out.

Roger growls, and his grip tightens on your hip while he slides two thick fingers between your parted lips, rubbing against your tongue.

You whimper but diligently start sucking, coating his fingers with saliva while you roll your hips harder. Your clit impossibly throbs against Roger's warm skin, the brush of hairs sending sparks of pleasure across your over-sensitized skin, and the pressure of hard muscle against your whole cunt becoming painfully addictive. You move faster when another climax builds up, desperate for the high and mindlessly drooling around Roger's fingers.

"Close already?", Roger playfully asks. He pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth and slides his other hand from your hip to your ass, spreading you out.

You exhale a low moan and hump him harder.

Roger spreads the slick around your puckered hole, earning another few whimpers and a pleading glance, then slides his finger in to the knuckle. "Come on, cum for me."

Your eyes roll back and you lean back with a loud moan, releasing his fingers when you tip over the edge. Your whole body tenses over his, your inner wall clenching in waves as you ride the high.

Roger makes sure to keep a constant pressure between your thighs, extending your climax until you're a shivering, panting mess, falling limp against his chest. He gently pats your back, murmuring, "There, there. You did good."

You blearily blink while you regain your breath, then you look up and offer your Captain a lazy smile. "Thanks, Captain."

Rayleigh has an exaggerated sigh. "Well, you look more tired now, so hopefully the effect of those fire peaches are starting to wear out." When your eyes find his, he cocks an eyebrow and stares at you with a fondly exasperated smile.

You lick your dry lips, swallow around a too dry throat, then cough a little.

Gaban quickly fetches a cup of water for you. "Come, sit."

Roger helps you off him and back down on the bed.

Rayleigh gently pats your shoulder while you sit between him and your Captain.

You chug your water in one go, then stretch your arms and legs a little and ask for another cup. With your mind a bit clearer, you turn your attention back to Captain Roger. Your eyes study his underwear, more precisely the conspicuous wet spot you left there, and you realize how small it seems in comparison to the obvious bulge beneath.

Rayleigh slides you a knowing look when you glance his way.

You half-heartedly glare, then you turn to Gaban.

He laughs brightly. "What? We've all been there."

You blink. "Huh. That explains a lot..." You bite your lower lip and focus back on your Captain. Well... On the obvious bulge in his underwear, that is. Your eyebrow twitches at the sight and you waste no time in undressing him. Of course, he's huge. Not deterred in the least, you kneel beside him on the bed, tentatively wrap a hand around his cock and start stroking.

He encourages you, with a hand across your back that gently presses fingertips into your skin when he moans or groans.

Emboldened by the new range of sounds you manage to coax from your Captain, and firmly intending to hear some more, you lean in and blow him off. You shamelessly moan while you play with your tongue around his shaft, mentally picturing what it'll be like to have such a massive cock inside you.

Roger is as loud in bed as he is everywhere else, and for some reason it makes him even hotter. You soon learn with delight that he's very vocal, verbal even, praising you for making him feel good, guiding you with short instructions and encouraging you further. His hand slides up your back and wraps around your nape, not quite pushing but still gently keeping you down on him.

You groan around his shaft when a couple of fingertips press into your scalp, and you earnestly keep blowing him off. You gag a little when you try to take his cock to the hilt, but you wrap a hand around the base to reach what doesn't fit and you suck harder on the upstroke, hollowing your cheeks and drooling spit and precum. You let out a surprised moan when a hand spreads your juices – not only yours, but that's a detail – and presses teasing fingertips around your sloppy cunt. You keep blowing your Captain off but you lift your gaze.

Rayleigh makes eye contact with you, smirking before he dives in to kiss Roger.

You clench around Gaban's fingers when Roger's free hand possessively cards at Rayleigh's nape, the fire rekindled within you at the sight of their shared intimacy. I need more. I need them so bad. You pull up with a wet sound and a trail of drool still connecting your lips so Roger's flared tip, heavily panting while you observe desire and affection in their gaze when they break apart.

Gaban's fingers bring you back to your current situation when he curls them against your sweet spot, sending a jolt of electricity through your core. He leans over your back and brings his lips under your ear to playfully say, "Insatiable and voyeur."

Your inner walls squeeze his fingers again and you bite your lower lip. "Maybe", you concede at length.

"Hm? Feeling shy now?" Rayleigh gets up and fetches another cup of water for you. "The fire peaches are starting to wear out."

You sigh when Gaban's fingers leave you empty and fluttering around nothing, and you glare behind you.

Gaban pulls himself up the bed, leaning onto a pillow placed against the cabin wall. He opens his legs and pats the space between them, a playful smile at his lips.

"Oh." You crawl over to him, and sit between his thighs, resting your back against his chest. Just being caged by his body has your cunt throbbing in want, and the way his hands wander free across your heated skin makes you feel even more desired, even more needy, almost desperate.

Gaban's hands spread your thighs when they reach there, showing off your soaked, twitching, puffy cunt.

Roger lets out a low interested hum, then he turns around and lays stomach down on the bed with his head between your thighs. Without an ounce of hesitation or shame he dives in to eat you out, eagerly dipping his tongue between your folds and sucking your swollen clit.

Your fingers tangle in his thick hair and lightly tug. "Oh fuck, fuck– Oh shit– Why are you all so good at this– ngh..." You try to wriggle around but with little to no result, Gaban and Roger perfectly pinning you between them, offered and basically at their mercy.

Roger's tongue tastes you in the most intimate way possible – not only you, and that's a detail but it's a very arousing one – and the rumble of his appreciative groans vibrates against your core, making you weak in the knees.

Your inner walls flutter around his tongue. "More... More..."

Gaban molds his body against yours and playfully tugs on your nipples, earning a few whimpers when his warm breath tickles your shoulder and neck.

Your eyelids flutter shut while you bask in the sensations, delighted to be taken in such good care by the hottest men in the crew. You gasp and open your eyes again when a wider girth than before stretches your cunt.

Roger throws you a cocky smirk before diving back in to suck your clit. He starts thrusting his fingers shortly after, eyes trained on your face.

"Ooh, fuck–" Your eyes roll back in their sockets. That's three of his fingers. Three. Fingers. Considering how big your Captain is, you reason with yourself that said fingers should make it easier for you to take his cock. You glance back down and bite your lower lip. "Oh, Captain", you moan, "This is so good..."

He smiles against your folds and slides another finger in.

You whine at the extra stretch and break eye contact when he curls his fingers inside you.

One of Gaban's hands leave your nipple only to be replaced by an eager mouth.

You look down and find Rayleigh sat by Gaban's side, cupping a tit and earnestly sucking on it, hunger obvious in his eyes when you meet his gaze.

Roger keeps his fingers curled inside you and starts rocking them against your sweet spot, slowly but firmly.

"Ooh, fuck– oh–" Your body tenses under their combined ministrations, waiting for the moment the coil will snap.

Rayleigh sucks harder, rubbing the tip of his tongue against your hard nipple.

Gaban pinches the other one and lightly pulls, bouncing your tit.

Roger rubs his fingers more insistently, bringing you closer to the edge.

Your cunt clenches around him, he growls against your folds and around your clit in response, and finally you cum and squirt around his fingers.

Roger avidly drinks your juices, pressing his fingertips against your sweet spot to coax more out of you, and he keeps eating you out until you're a trembling, whimpering mess. He finally sits back up, a cocky smile on his swollen, glistening lips.

Your head falls back into the curve of Gaban's shoulder, and you take a moment to regain your breath.

Gaban's hands provide soft touches and eager squeezes, never urging but always arousing.

Rayleigh's mouth leave a trail of wet kisses from your chest to your neck, and playfully nibbles your earlobe before he retrieves the lube and hands it to Roger, who eagerly grabs it. He glances at you and waits for your approving nod before releasing the bottle.

Roger coats his cock with a healthy dose of lube, then he kneels between your parted legs, lines himself up and slowly slides into you.

Heavy sighs leave you with each inch that slides in. It's electrifying, after a whole night of already very good sex, to feel new sensations, and the extra stretch of a bigger cock is quite enjoyable too.

Once he's in to the hilt he exhales a satisfied hum, wraps his large hands around your thighs and starts pounding, earning a few lewd sounds.

Gaban's hands return to your chest, playful as ever, massaging and teasing.

Rayleigh's hand cups your chin, rubs the pad of a thumb across your lower lip, prompting you to glance at him. A mischievous smile plays at the corners of his lips, and he slides two fingers between your lips, rubbing them against your tongue.

You moan around his fingers and suck them, coating them with saliva and twisting your tongue around them.

Rayleigh soon slides a third finger into your mouth, and you can't help the way your cunt clenches around Roger's cock in response.

Your Captain stops moving. "You're close?"

You whine around Rayleigh's fingers and roll your hips against Roger's, rubbing your clit against his happy trail.

Roger snaps his hips into yours and smirks as you whine. "Hold it", he says as he presses his happy trail against your swollen, throbbing clit.

You release Rayleigh's fingers with a wet sound and try to still under them. You're too close, so you whine, "I can't..."

"Hold it", Roger demands with a hungry smirk and an extra burst of Conqueror's Haki.

Your body seems heavy, unable to move for a moment where everything and even time itself seems to stand still. Then the moment is gone, you can move normally again, and while you try to even your breathing you realize with a twinge of despair that your climax is long gone. You whimper under your Captain. "That's mean..."

"Not if we want to wear you out", Roger smiles. He pulls out, earning an undignified whine at the loss, then he lays on the bed and invitingly pats his hip. "Come ride me."

"Oh, yeah." You promptly get out of Gaban's embrace and crawl to your Captain, straddling him and rubbing your wet folds against his hard cock.

The difference in size between you two is even more tangible seen from here, with Roger's powerful hips obviously larger than yours spread above his, and his hand covering yours where it lays across his stomach.

You adjust your position and guide his cock between your folds, then you slowly sink down, taking the time to appreciate the stretch of his girth deliciously filling you. You rock your hips back once your hips meet his, and exhale a low satisfied groan when you take him to the hilt.

"Greedy", Roger playfully comments.

"Sue me", you jab back, and start riding him like your life depends on it, not caring in the least how loud you moan as long as you reach out the climax that you were denied just now.

Rayleigh sits by your side and reaches out with a thumb to part your lips wider.

You absentmindedly lick, then your gaze drifts to his renewed erection. When you glance back up his gaze turned a shade darker, a shade hungrier. You smile against his thumb, and draw your tongue out as far as you can.

Rayleigh kneels beside you, stroking his cock. When you draw your tongue out he rubs the tip of his cock against it.

You adjust your position so you can bounce your hips over Roger's more easily, and you happily blow Rayleigh off again.

"So eager", Roger comments from under you, hands tightening around your hips.

Gaban appreciatively growls, drawing a side-glance from you. He's sprawled on the mattress and leisurely palming at his cock while he surveys the scene.

Rayleigh gently teases, "A bit of an exhibitionist, too?"

You moan around his cock in response.

"Let's give a good show, then", he says, pulling his cock out from your lips before kneeling behind your back.

Gaban has the courtesy of bringing you some water – you hadn't noticed how dry your lips and throat were but it's a literal lifesaver – before resuming his intense observation of you getting wrecked by the Captain and his First Mate.

Rayleigh coats his cock with some extra lube and lines it with your twitching ass. He slowly pushes in, waiting for you to adjust at the first sign of discomfort.

Roger stops moving and attentively looks at your face. He raises a hand to cup your cheek when you close your eyes and frown, and he softly asks, "You good?"

You heavily breathe, and you nod the affirmative. You lean into his touch, idly kiss his palm then open your eyes. Rayleigh still waits so you rock your hips back for him to keep going, and you hold your Captain's gaze when you next say, "Not quite enough yet."

Roger's gaze turns hungry, flickers towards Rayleigh for a moment then back to you, softness and eagerness both obvious in his eyes. The hand cupping your cheek curls close to your nape and pulls you in for a deep demanding kiss that leaves you breathless.

Rayleigh uses the distraction to slide further in, earning a few moans that get louder once you break the kiss for air.

"H– Holy fuuuck–" You groan and bite your lower lip when Rayleigh is sheathed into your ass, throbbing while you adjust. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder if there's a chance you'll ever get fucked like this again. You ignore the nagging voice further back in a corner that says you can't possibly get that lucky twice.

"Fuck– You're so tight–" Rayleigh is slightly leaning over your back, heavily breathing and throbbing inside you.

You experimentally rock your hips, whining and moaning when you feel the way both cocks deliciously rub all the nice spots inside you. You take a couple of deep breaths, then you start rocking your hips like there's no tomorrow, impaling your greedy holes onto Roger and Rayleigh's cocks, feeling the stretch of your inner walls and the way they flutter around their throbbing shafts, getting close, so close...

"Don't cum just yet", Roger says as he makes eye contact with you, claiming your submission with another precise burst of Conqueror's Haki.

You freeze on the spot, light-headed but unable to do anything but obey. Your body wants, needs, demands release, tingling so hard it hurts, and with a tight coil of raw pleasure ready to snap curling deep in your gut– You can't. You heavily pant, whine, then sob. "Captain Roger..."

Roger lifts a hand to wipe a stray tear away. "Hey, hey. Look at me."

You turn blurry eyes to him.

"Does it hurt?"

You weakly nod the affirmative.

"Badly?"

You shrug and sniffle.

"I think you can hold it once more and then I'll let you cum. How does that sound?"

You whine.

"Come on, use your words."

"I'm tired..."

"My point exactly: the harder you cum, the sooner you're done with this and you can get some proper rest."

You sigh, then you weakly smile. "Okay."

Rayleigh leans over your back, breath fanning hot over your neck and shoulder when he nuzzles his nose under your ear. He huskily says, "Why don't you let us fuck you, then?"

"Yes, please", you quietly say, throwing a glance towards Gaban.

He offers you a playful smile. "Can't get enough, huh?"

You half-heartedly pout.

Rayleigh starts thrusting, slow and deep, and he's shortly followed by Roger.

You lose your composure but you manage to hold Gaban's gaze.

He swallows. "Alright..." He gets up and places himself next to you so you can blow him off.

You eagerly engulf him, and you moan of delight once you've got all of them inside you. Who knew being full of dick was so fucking satisfying? Your inner walls tighten around Roger and Rayleigh's cocks, the latter moving faster inside you, throbbing harder.

After a while the First Mate's thrusts become erratic, and the feeling of a new release inside you almost sends you off the edge–

You release Gaban's cock, heavily panting, almost there, almost–

Almost but Roger, ever so attentive, nearly chokes you with a thick burst of Conqueror's Haki, lowly ordering you, "Hold it."

You're panting and sobbing and trembling and your inner walls clench like crazy, but your climax recedes again while you're still milking Rayleigh's dick dry. You exhale a desperate whine when he pulls out, leaving you twitching and empty and dripping cum onto Roger's cock.

Gaban cups your chin, tilts it up for a deep kiss, then murmurs against your lips, "Can I?"

"Uh-huh." You nod the affirmative, too exhausted to manage more than non-verbal consent but just about desperate to cum.

Gaban kneels behind you to claim your ass, and soon enough him and Roger are fucking you silly.

Thoughts empty, body full of intense sensations, you're craving more but don't have enough force left to beg at this point. You just go with the flow, occasionally meeting Rayleigh's satisfied gaze while the other two men tag-team you.

Roger snap his hips into yours and relentlessly rubs his thick cock against your sweet spot, biting his lower lip while he pounds into you with all his might.

Gaban's hands are probably leaving fingertip-shaped bruises on your hips, and he impales your ass on his thick cock, heavily grunting and throbbing, growing harder inside you–

"Oh– ooh– fuck–" The extra throbbing, the sight beneath you, the smell and sounds in the room and– You're getting close, and you're getting close fast. "Oh– Oh fuuuck–"

Roger's intense gaze locks with yours. He dangerously smiles, and thrusts faster and deeper into you, his cock getting thicker and throbbing faster inside you.

You whine in alarm when Gaban stills behind you, snapping his hips one final time before unloading inside your ass.

"That's it", Roger lowly says. With a short wave of Conqueror's Haki he adds, "Cum hard for us."

You wail and your vision goes white. Intense, burning-hot pleasure explodes from within you, your greedy holes squeezing and milking Roger's and Gaban's cock dry, and you ride the high for what seems like an eternity, muscles tense and voice hoarse, out of breath and exhilaratingly electrified. The down hits even harder: you're a whimpering, trembling mess by the time you come back to the mortal plane and you're already laid down on the mattress after everyone pulled out. Your body goes limp and you pass out shortly afterwards.

Roger knocks at the door to Gaban's cabin then comes in, smiling at the endearing sight of you curled against Gaban on his bed. "Still asleep, huh?"

"Yeah."

Roger walks to the bed and gently brushes his fingers against your cheekbone, light as a feather.

You exhale a soft sigh in your sleep, and slightly lean into his touch.

Roger deeply hums, and his smile grows. He looks at Gaban next. "Crocus said she should be out of the woods in a few hours, that it'll take some more time to fully get the aphrodisiac out of her system."

Gaban nods. "Okay, either way I'm not surprised she's exhausted", he smiles.

"We did wear her out, huh?"

Gaban huffs a laugh. "More like fucked her brains out."

Roger widely smiles. He pats Gaban's shoulder and leans in to kiss his forehead. "Call Rayleigh or me if you need anything", he says before leaving.

"Sure." Gaban curls an arm around you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips, and murmurs, "I'm all set, though."

The sun is high up in the sky when you blearily blink awake, bright light filtering through the curtains but still somewhat blinding. You groan and turn to face the other side, meeting a warm body halfway. You blink and look up, find Gaban smiling at you. You sharply inhale as you remember why – and with who else – you spent the night in his cabin. Heat instantly rises to your face, and you're positive you've become beet red in the short moment that goes by before you duck your head in shame.

Gaban softly asks, "How do you feel?"

After a quiet moment, heart racing, you murmur, "Embarrassed."

"There's no reason to. But I meant... do you still feel the effects of the fire peaches?"

"Oh, um..." You blink and take a deep breath, then observe the sensations in your body. No acute distress despite the slight tightness in your chest, no fire inside your gut, no insatiable arousal. No foggy mind either... You move a little. "Ow, ow–" You exhale a weak chuckle. "I'm sore, but I'm... fine, thanks."

He huffs a laugh. "Predictable."

"Yeah..." You look up again. "Did you stay here, with me, all this time?"

"Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were good when you'd wake up. Roger asked me to anyway, and he made sure nobody would come here and disturb you."

You softly smile. "That's nice..."

"Don't mention it. Do you need help to stretch? Or if you're too tired, I can give you a massage."

Your cheeks heat up, and you have half a mind to think you'd be taking advantage of his kindness if you accepted, but he insists.

"I know we've been rough, so I'll be happy to relieve you a bit."

You shyly nod the affirmative.

"Lay down, then."

When you turn around you notice that you're still butt naked, though mostly clean, with no traces of your nightly activities left visible across your skin. "Did you wash me?"

Gaban's hands starts massaging, gently working their way down your nape and shoulders. "We didn't want to risk waking you up by taking you to the bathroom, so Rayleigh brought towels so we could clean the mess we'd made of you."

Your ears are burning, and you keep the rest of your questions to yourself.

Gaban's hands work wonders, relaxing knots and tensions everywhere they go, lulling you into a nice relaxed state, fully focused on his gentle hands, his warmth, the way every tension leaves you.

You start yawning when he's about midway, and apologize with an awkward smile.

"Hey, it's okay. It's supposed to make you feel more relaxed. If yawning helps, it's all good."

You yawn another few times until he's done, and your body feels lighter than ever, pampered and handled like this. "Thanks." Your gaze drifts to the side and at length, you add, "For everything. I mean it."

Gaban lays back beside you and pulls the cover over your shoulders. He traces your cheekbone with his thumb. "Hey, I wanted to help, I did. It's alright, you're fine and that's all that matters."

Heart growing a little bigger, you close your eyes and lean into his touch. "Thank you."

"And everyone very much enjoyed the whole night so don't be ashamed of anything, okay?"

You purse your lips, huff a groan.

Gaban leans in and kisses you, soft and tender.

Heat rises up to your face before he leans back.

"I said I'd do it without those fire peaches, and I meant it. Rayleigh and Roger felt the same. Stop freaking out."

You bite your lower lip. "Yeah?"

He exhales a sigh, halfway between exasperation and fondness. "Really."

"Okay", you say, and then you snuggle a little closer, selfishly enjoying the comfort of his embrace.

He smiles a little. "Now, it doesn't have to be a one-time thing if you don't want it to be. Alright?"

You fail to suppress a pleased smile and nod, immensely flustered but equally grateful. "Do you mind if I stay here a little longer?"

Gaban smiles wider. "Wouldn't want it any other way", he softly says as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you flush against him.

[alexa-yukiyu]

The apprentice’s apprentice (Chp 1)

Lesson 1:Don’t Anger The Captain

Prologue Ch2

A/N Omg guys I have been wanting to start actually doing series for a bit and I decided to start with this one! I ‘m still deciding if I want to do more than one series at the same time since I ‘m still backed up on requests but I am really exited for this project!!!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers alike!

Most Grammar mistakes here are in purpose to better portray Dokucha/reader’s age and if they are not 🤫

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

“Dokucha, don’t go far. We don’t know what’s on this island.” 

“Oey Ayeigh!” Dokucha responded with a skip on their step as they hurried off, excited at the promise of new land to survey and explore

“There they go again; I swear it’s like talking to a wall!” Rayleigh grumbled as he made his way down the slipway

“Wahahaha! Don’t worry so much, Ray! They will be fine, let them be a kid.” Roger laughed, not far behind his first mate. 

“You’re too soft on them, Roger, you leave them be, and next thing you know, they will be bickering over nonsense like those two!”

“H-Hey!” Buggy protested, a frown painting his face at the accusation 

“Dahahah!”

“What are you laughing at, idiot? He means you, too!”

“What did you say?!” 

“You two better not start squabbling!” Rayleigh snapped, rolling his eyes as the two were quick to look away from each other in a petty display

“But Rayleigh, you also cuddle them!” Buggy accused as he pointed at the man, letting out a yowl as his comment got him a fist on his head

“Serves you right!” Shanks snickers

“Regardless, what are you trying to do here, Roger? Even if Whitebeard was spotted around here, what makes you think he will come here? Are you just going to wait for someone you don’t know will come?” Gaban questioned, joining his crewmates

“He will come! I am sure of it!” The Captain proudly stated

“You don’t know that, Roger,” Rayleigh sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose at his Captain’s antics.

Meanwhile, Dokucha made their way to the edge of islands some ways away from where the Oro Jackson had anchored. Within minutes, they let out a grin as they had found what they had hoped to find: plant life.

Despite their young age, Dokucha had begun to show interest in plants. Initially, it had begun as a simple attraction to the vivid colors and different shapes, just as many kids their age. However, upon learning from Crocus that plants could be used to treat people with different inflictions, they had found themselves trying to learn all they could about plants, always asking their uncles and brothers to read them books regarding the topic, although still unable to read, thanks to this help they had become able to identify a small array of plants and were always on the lookout for plants they could show the crew, happy to show off these skills.

Happy with their find and current stash, they picked themselves up, ready to make their way back to their family. However, they stopped at the sight of something off the coast, which urged them to make haste back to the crew.

-

“Capi!” They called as they ran towards the man, stumbling in their hurry to reach them and deliver the news

“Ah!” They cried, extending their hands to protect themselves, closing their eyes tightly in preparation for the fall, only for another pair of arms to slide under their shoulders to hold them up; confused by the lack of movement, they slowly opened their eyes, catching sight of two dismembered hands holding onto them

“Dokucha! Be careful!” Buggy scolded as he willed his hands to return to his body, bringing with them the child

“Sorry” 

“What were you in such a hurry for anyways?” Rayleigh cut in

“I saw maenes!”

“Manes?” He questioned

“No maines!” They corrected him

“Mains?” He tried

“No!” They cried. Rayleigh gave his crew a glance, silently asking for some help.

“What was it?” Buggy asked as the child turned to them

“Maines!”

“M-arines?” He questioned with a cry

“Yeah!” 

“Oh!! Now, this is perfect timing! We have something to kill the time while we wait for Whitebeard!” Roger boomed, a childish gleam escaping him as he spoke.

“Now then!” He started grabbing Dokucha from Buggy’s arms.

“Think you can take us to where you saw them?” He called with a grin as he put his hat on the child

“Yes! Capi!” Dokucha called excited at the prospect of leading the crew to their objective. They saluted the man as he placed them down and scurried their way to the field, not bothering to look behind them as they did.

Skidding to a stop as they arrived on the coast, they spun around, ready to announce their arrival, only to notice the crew had lagged behind. Most likely still talking amongst themselves as they slowly followed behind them.

“Awe, they’re slow!” They complained, their frown turning around as they felt a presence behind them, grinning, they spun around once again

“Capi, I beat yo…..” they paused, eyes widening at the men before them, their ship and it's goverment symbol right behind them.

“Huh? Why is there a kid here?” The marine questioned

“They’re probably from a nearby village; civilians are quite nosy these days,” a nearby marine said, sending a disapproving frown at the child.

“Now hurry along, brat. The grownups have work to do,” they drawled, watching as the kid slowly backed away from them, stumbling once again. With no one to catch them, they fell to the ground, losing the hat that previously dwarfed them. They scrambled to take hold of it until one of the marines took it instead.

“Wait. This symbol….it’s the Roger pirates Jolly Roger!” The marine called at who Dokucha could only guess to be a commander

“So this brat is one of them?!” He growled, unsheathing his sword

“Go easy on them; they’re just a kid!” one of the soldiers called, though their tone did not offer any reassurance; instead, it was filled with mockery that unsettled the child.

“It’s better to pluck the weed before it becomes an invasion!” He exclaimed, raising his sword and swinging it down on the child 

‘Help!’ 

“W-What the hell?!” The marine cried, urging Dokucha to open their eyes in time to watch as screaming and wailing began escaping the ship as their mast came barreling down on them. Marines soon began to abandon the ship as a huge slash hit the side of the boat with a resounding boom, smoke, and fire following suit; they watched as the cut rapidly capsized the vessel as water poured in.

“I was looking for some fun, but it looks like you lads came looking for trouble; since you saw it reasonable to cut down one of my apprentices, I see it totally reasonable to cut down each of you, yes?” A voice seethed behind them. Had Dokucha not recognized the voice, they would have followed the marine’s actions as they, one by one, began to drop their weapons and attempted to run away, most of them not making it as far as an overwhelming force reached them, causing them to crumple down.

“Dokucha! Come on, we have to get out of the way!” Buggy cried as he scooped them up.

“Why? Capi is here!” They questioned, watching as they started making distance from said man, noticing how the rest of the crew had done the same

“Why is everyone over here?” 

“Listen, Dokucha! You don’t want to be close to the Captain when he gets angry. You don’t anger the Captain and get away with it!”

Dokucha observed the battlefield, kicking their legs as they took the scene in. Buggy’s words turned out to be nothing short of true, as all of the crew let the Captain handle things as he mercilessly massacred the whole brigade, staining the field with red with each cut until there was nothing more to cut, and it was only then that he appeared somewhat satisfied as he sheathed his sword, shaking it dry from the blood trickling from it. 

He leisurely approached one of the few surviving marines and lifted the man until he was on his knees, held up by the scruff of his shirt, his consciousness slipping away.

“You should have brought Sengoku or Garp with you! You guys are no fun,” he called mockingly. Dokucha watched as the Captain continued to taunt him with various words, turning her sight to Shanks. Now wearing the hat the marines had grabbed, he crouched on a fallen marine as he ate the marine’s food happily; at the feeling of being watched, he looked up, grinning at Dokucha.

“You okay, Dokucha?” He called

“Y-yeah!” They sputtered out, getting nervous as the teen furrowed his eyebrows at their words as he continued to watch them.

“Shans?” 

“Hey, you did well back there! Good job in spotting the marines. I ‘ll be sure to give you a treat when we’re done, okay?” He promised as he waved the chocolate in his hands, watching as they beamed at the praise and nodded their head vigorously, stopping at the squeak their brother behind them let out.

“Buggie?”

“It-it’s the Whitebeard pirates!”

Please let me know what you guys think about this one!! Again I am so exited for this!! I ‘ve got a whole draft if the whole thing going and everything 😂

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Masterlist~

Baki

A midnight encounter with the devil~ Hector Doyle x reader

Visual Love~ Yandere Baki Hanma x reader x Yandere Ohma Tokita

Game of Thrones

This is turning into a lovely evening~ Ramsay Bolton x female reader

Leeches and fishes~ Roose Bolton x female Manderly reader

House of the Dragon

Catched in a dragon´s cave~ Yandere Aegon II x female thiev reader

Catched in a dragon´s cave~ Yandere Aegon II x female thiev reader x Yandere Aemond part 2

Under the devils eye~ Yandere Aemond Targaryen x female reader

Jojo Bizarre Adventures

You are mine~ Yandere Risotto Nero x female reader x Yandere Diavolo/Doppio

Kengan Ashura

Visual Love~ Yandere Baki Hanma x reader x Yandere Ohma Tokita

Yandere Kengan Ashura mens x female reader

One Piece

Yandere Blackbeard Crew headcanons~

Sweet, little thing~ Yandere Silvers Rayleigh and Scopper Gaban x female reader headcanons

Cold as ice~ Yandere Aokiji Kuzan x female marine reader

Chained freedome~ Yandere Loki x female reader

[ky0raku]

ONE PIECE FANFIC RECS

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000. Warlord Reader

001. Benn Beckman

002. Boa Hancock

003. Buggy the Star Clown

004. Charlotte Katakuri

005. Donquixote Doflamingo (Joker)

006. Donquixote Rosinante (Corazan)

007. Dracule Mihawk

008. Eustass Kid

009. Franky

010. Gaban

011. Garp

012. Gol D. Roger

013. Killer

014. King

015. Monkey D. Luffy

016. Nami

017. Nefertari Vivi

018. Nico Robin

019. Portgas D. Ace

020. Roronoa Zoro

021. Sabo

022. Shanks

023. Silvers Rayleigh

024. Sir Crocodile

025. Smoker

026. Trafalgar D. Water Law

027. Usopp

028. Vinsmoke Sanji

029. X-Drake

030. Yamato

[moscnios]

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

© MANGEKYUOU — do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[library-of-ohara]

anon asked: *lays down in your ask box* I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH MY FAVORITE WRITERS COLLABORATING???? 🛐 can I ask for some hand holding headcannons or drabbles please of holding hands with the Roger pirates, Strawhats and Whitebeard pirates (whoever you pick is fine)? make if fluffyyyyy OKAY GOODBYE thanks also 🤍🤍🤍

a/n: written by Lale (@childofblackmaria) <3 i picked Roger pirates for this one (are we even surprised) because they have my whole heart. look out for the other crews, they got picked up by other authors, hehe. thank you so much for the sweet request!

🤍 holding hands w/ Roger, Rayleigh & Gaban

Roger

Roger takes your hand in his as if it was the greatest treasure he had ever seen, as if being the pirate king meant nothing as long as you weren’t by his side, your hand disappearing fully in his. He is a restless man and full of joy, fidgeting around with your fingers while you walk, occasionally pulling your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss on it, followed by his bright smile. Often, when you’re lying in bed, he would compare your hand size to his, teasing you how tiny yours looked in relation to his and how yours must be made of glass because of how fragile they looked compared to his big, rough hands. Before you could clench your hand into a fist when he teased you a little too much, he would take your hand and press it to his heart, letting you feel how his heart beat in his chest for you and you only, whispering over and over again how he just adored you.

Rayleigh

Rayleigh smirks when he sees your outstretched hand, waiting impatiently for him to take it into his. He pretends like he’s only doing it for you when in reality he’s the one who doesn’t want to walk a single step without holding your hand, keeping you close by his side to make sure he can protect you all the time. Secretly, he waits for you to slip your hand into his wherever he was; during dinner when the crew was fighting over seconds or on deck when he was talking to Roger. The moment you show up next to him, he already offers you his open palms, waiting for you to rest your hand in his and then continue with whatever he was doing. From the way he’s drawing small circles with his thumb on the back of your hand you know that he’s writing secret messages to you, I love you, all over again.

Gaban

Gaban pulls you close by your hand and never lets go. He likes the feeling of knowing you’re near, of showing the world who his heart belongs to, who you belong to. He kisses your knuckles gently only to let his lips wander down teasingly to your fingertips, smiling against them when you act like you want to let go of his firm grip. Gaban loves to intertwine your fingers with his, enjoying the feeling of you scooting closer, your arms brushing. No chance you’ll be able to wiggle out of his grip once you’re in there, he’ll walk with you a thousand miles and will never get tired of holding your hand, because it means you’re here, now, together. Forever maybe.

[standfucker]

Sunrises; part 1: Days One and Two

@rogerpirateswk​​

I wrote this for Roger Pirates Week 2023. It's two weeks late because it did not just run away from me, but sprinted like it was being chased by the devil himself. It got so big I have to post it in three parts.

Pairing: Scopper x Reader

Featured Characters: Roger, Rayleigh, Scopper, Shanks, Buggy

Reader: GN, they/them

Word Count: 10,186

CW:  Neurodivergent Reader, Reader is implied to be under 6 ft

[Disclaimer 1: This was based in part on my own experiences with anxiety. It may not match up entirely to yours. Everyone is different.

Disclaimer 2: At the time of writing this, I have not yet caught up to OP, so there are some scenes with the Roger Pirates I haven’t read yet. As such, the fic might not be wholly accurate to the canon.]

Summary:  With everyone around you dead and the ship slowly sinking, you're sure you're done for when a pirate ship chances by the wreckage. Instead, the week you spend among them is one you'll remember for the rest of your life.

Ao3 Link

The Marine ship is almost fully submerged when they come across it in the open ocean. Through the spyglass, Roger can see bodies on the exposed deck, but it’s not until they board the ship that they can identify what killed them. Gashes and gunshot wounds indicate an attack by pirates, and by the smell and the bloating of the corpses, it’s been a few days since it happened.

“Definitely been looted already,” Taro comments. “We won’t find anything worthwhile.”

“Yeah…” Roger’s not too disappointed–from the size of the Marine ship (and the fact that the crew was easily defeated,) he doubted it carried anything of interest in the first place. He’s about to call his crew back when he sees Rayleigh perk and look in the direction of the cabin. 

Roger focuses, sensing what the first mate does. “Oho? Seems they missed one.”

You are a high-strung, anxious mess on the best of days, easily overwhelmed and prone to breaking down at minor inconveniences (though they did not  feel  minor to you.) So when your Marine escort got attacked by pirates, you were hopelessly struggling to keep it together. The captain shoved you into the corner of his cabin, dragged the heavy dresser in front of you, and told you to keep quiet no matter what.

Listening to the pirates slaughter the Marines had almost spiraled you into a panic attack. It took far less to trigger one normally, but you pushed it back through sheer survival instinct, desperate to stay silent as the pirates ransacked the ship. They almost found you in their search, only inches away on the other side of the dresser–but they never thought to move it, and finally left after taking everything of value on board, including the only transponder snail. Once they were gone, you stopped holding back, going properly ballistic. The hysteria worsened when you left your hiding spot, not only because of the sight of the dead, but also due to the discovery that cannonball damage had the ship slowly filling with water.

That was three days ago. The pirates looted all the rations, and hunger made you weak, but the thirst was what really threatened to kill you. That, or drowning. With more than half of the ship underwater, it was a race between that and dehydration. As a result, you thought the ship you spotted in the distance was a dying hallucination at first, but as it got closer, you felt a glimmer of hope.

You were saved. You were saved!

And then it got even closer, enough for you to make out the Jolly Roger on the sails, and the hope was rapidly bowled over by newborn panic. You squeezed back behind the dresser and prayed. Things couldn’t get any worse. Even if these new pirates didn’t find you, the chances of a friendly ship happening by to rescue you in time were slim to none.

You hear the pirates board the ship. After a few minutes, the sound of multiple pairs of footsteps echoes through the cabin and you tense, heart in your throat. You expect them to start combing the room for spoils, but to your dismay, the footsteps go straight toward the dresser.

The entire dresser is picked up like it’s made of cardboard, revealing three huge pirates. The one on the left–the one who lifted the dresser–tosses it over his shoulder, the crash making you jump. You can’t tell what he’s thinking with his eyes concealed by shades, but the other two look curious. They’re immense specimens, tall and bulky with muscle. Shades guy and the one on the right must be over six feet, but the one in the middle is even bigger, easily over eight feet–maybe even nine. If the ‘smaller’ guy could handle heavy furniture like that, you don’t want to know what the bigger guy can do.

Despite your thirst, trepidation draws fresh tears, anxiety rocketing to its very limit as you break down. It only takes one look at the weapons sheathed at their hips to completely lose composure.

“Please don’t kill me,” you blubber, but it comes out more like ‘blease dob kill be,’ nearly incomprehensible through tears and snot.

“No one’s going to kill you,” the biggest one says. “We will torture you for information, though.”

You sob, and the one on the right, blond and wearing glasses, smacks the bigger guy. “Roger, please!” He turns to you, hands held up in a display of non-aggression. “He’s joking.”

“I am?” Roger grins.

You sob harder. Roger gets smacked again.

“He’s joking, I swear,” Blond Hair insists. “We’re not going to hurt you, so please don’t cry.”

You blink at them through watery eyes, sniffing. They don’t seem to want to murder or take advantage of you, but how can you trust the word of pirates? “...You won’t?”

Blond Hair’s expression softens. “No, we won’t. Can you tell us what happened here?”

“This ship’s done for,” Shades warns. “It’ll probably be underwater by nightfall. We should continue this conversation on the Jackson.”

“On your ship?” You squeak.

“Would you rather stay here?” Roger asks.

You can’t really argue with that.

So you end up in the galley of a pirate ship, Roger and Blond Hair sitting across from you at a table while you scarf down food and water. You learn that Roger’s the captain, and Blond Hair, named Rayleigh, is the first mate. They’re gracious enough to wait for you to eat and drink before questioning you, but there’s not much to tell in the first place.

“My parents are Marines,” you explain. “Not especially high-ranking, but respected enough that I was allowed to hitch a ride to go see them. But the ship was attacked by pirates three days ago, and… Everyone… They’re all…” Your lower lip trembles.

“Hey, don’t,” Roger says, but it’s too late. 

Now rehydrated, a new flood bursts forth, and you cover your face, overwhelmed by the savage memories. “I heard them die! All of them! They’re all dead… All dead…”

You hear a chair scoot back, feel a hand on your shoulder. You flinch, then settle under the soothing touch, peering between your fingers to see Rayleigh standing next to you.

“I’m sorry you went through that,” he says gently. “It must have been frightening.”

“It was a nightmare,” you whimper. “I don’t know what to do. The Marine outpost is a whole week away. Could I use your transponder snail? Oh, but then they could trace you…” It’s hard not to lose it at that thought, certain that no one will help you now. You bite your lip to keep it still.

Roger stands, and you can’t help but shrink back as he approaches you, an absolute wall of a man closing in. He crouches down to be closer to your level, taking your hand in his giant ones, enveloping it completely. You freeze up, intimidated by the proximity. He’s looking you directly in the eye.

“I’ll take you to your destination,” Roger pledges, earlier playfulness replaced by a startling sincerity. “That’s a promise.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “You will? But–but–it’s a Marine base! They’ll capture you!”

“They can try,” Roger smirks, a dangerous sparkle in his eye.

“But–but why?” You gape at him. “You’re pirates. My parents are Marines. Why would you do that for me?”

Roger lets go of your hand to pat your head. “It could be fun,” is all he says, standing. “I’m going to let the crew know about the change of plans.”

He leaves you, stunned, with Rayleigh. Emotion rises in your chest, an exhausting lift on the roller coaster the past few days have been. At least gratitude feels better than anguish, but it’s still staggering.

Rayleigh looks at you. “You okay?”

You burst into tears again.

“Ah,” he squeezes your shoulder. “There, there. It’ll be okay, Y/n. It may not seem like it, but you’re in good hands.”

It takes a minute before you’re composed enough to respond. “I just don’t get it. The last pirates killed everyone! But you’re helping me… It’s giving me whiplash.”

“Considering your upbringing, this may be hard to believe,” Rayleigh says, “but some pirates hold themselves to different standards. Roger never goes back on a promise.”

Rayleigh’s right about your upbringing. The dishonesty of pirates had been instilled in you from a young age. Never in your life did you expect kindness from the likes of them, but Rayleigh brings you a clean washcloth to wipe your face and sits with you until you calm down. You’re spent by the time it’s over, having barely been able to sleep in the last three days. You rest your head on the table, just intending to relax for a minute, and swiftly pass out.

Day One.

Waking up in a hammock is familiar. For a hazy moment, you think you’re back on the Marine ship. Then you realize your surroundings are completely unfamiliar, and you panic, scrambling to get out. It’s pitch black in the room, and in your blind haste, you lose your footing and fall out. That is when you discover that there is a second hammock strung below you, and it is currently occupied.

You land on the unfortunate person below, face-planting into his broad chest. The fall is only a few feet, but it’s enough to have winded the current occupant, his eyes flying open as he wheezes. Up close, you can make out his face. You don’t recognize him at first, having never seen his eyes before, but at the sight of his bushy, dark hair, you immediately remember–shades guy, the one who lifted the dresser. The past few days hit you like a sack of bricks, and you’re too shocked to move.

Shades must have thought he was under attack, because he suddenly grabs your throat on instinct. Terror floods through your system, feeling for yourself the strength he displayed earlier as he squeezes, your airway cut off in an instant. Your hands fly up to pull at his wrist desperately, but he doesn’t budge.

It only lasts for a second, but panic seems to stretch it out longer. Shades comes to his senses, now fully awake, and lets go as if burned. “Shit! Sorry, I’m sorry! You startled me!”

You cough, eyes watering in reflex, trembling from adrenaline.

“Are you okay?” He asks, brow knit in concern.

“No!” You gasp, but backpedal right away, remembering your place. He’s a pirate. You’re on his turf. Intimately so, at the moment. “Ah! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you! I–I fell…”

You frantically start to push away from his chest, but the hammock’s swing means you can’t brace properly, and you flop ungracefully back into him. “Oof! S-Sorry!”

“It’s fine,” he says as you struggle to get up again. “I’m sorry I grabbed you–hold on, I’ll help you out–if you would just–would you stop squirming!”

“Pipe down over there,” a drowsy voice calls out. You squint through the darkness to see multiple hammocks hanging in the room, all bulky with their sleeping dwellers. Or formerly sleeping, anyway. Did you wake up everyone?

You’re too agitated to think of the closeness of your bodies as anything but mortifying, but then another voice gruffly says, “Go somewhere else to fuck. We’re trying to sleep.”

Your face flushes hot, especially when you realize that Shades is resting his hands on your hips. Your eyes meet, you with a look of flustered alarm, him with mild amusement.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, trying to keep your voice down.

“Trying to help you,” he whispers. “Hold still.”

He lifts you as easily as he did the dresser, setting you onto the floor lightly and not letting go until he’s sure you’ve found your balance.

“I’m good,” you say quietly, a little dizzy from how easy it was for him, and from the sensation of his fingers digging into your flesh. Even after he lets go, you still feel it, like indents in clay. There’s a briskness to the beating of your heart that’s not solely from fear, and in spite of everything, you find yourself thinking of how nice he smelled.

He is a pirate, you remind yourself firmly. He’s dangerous. He literally just choked you without thinking, so maybe chill out?

Shades sits up in his hammock, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry for scaring you like that.”

“You didn’t mean it. And I’m fine, so no harm done.” You are not fine, still wired from the experience, and your throat hurts, but placating others is a deeply-ingrained habit. Now that you’re up, you don’t actually know what to do with yourself. There’s no light coming from the porthole, so it’s either very late or very early. “What time is it?”

Rather than finding a watch, Shades scans the room for a minute. “...Between five and six.”

“How can you tell?”

Shades puts a finger to his lips, smiling. He swings his legs over the hammock and stands up. “Let’s step outside. Don’t want to wake anyone else.” He stretches, and you glance at the flexing muscles of his impressive upper body.

“But–”

“Shh.” He swipes his signature shades from a nearby table and makes his way out of the sleeping quarters. You follow him awkwardly.

Once you’re in the corridor, he starts explaining as he leads you elsewhere in the ship. “Sunbell goes for a swim around five, every morning without fail. And Spencer gets up at six to make breakfast, but he was still asleep. That’s how I know.”

“You didn’t have to get up,” you say worriedly. “You can go back to bed.”

“I can’t fall back asleep at this point. Don’t stress over it, though.” 

Shades reaches to pat your shoulder, but you flinch away from his hand, now acutely conscious of what it’s capable of. His smile falls and he stops walking.

“Listen, I’m real sorry about all of that,” he says genuinely. “I can’t imagine how you must be feeling after what you went through.”

“It’s okay,” you say, though it comes out a little weak.

“I don’t think it is,” he says, and you gawk at him, once again shocked by kindness coming from a pirate. “I’ll make it up to you, somehow.”

“Wha–no! You really don’t have to do that!”

He shrugs.

“I… I…” You start, but don’t know what to say. What could you do, anyway? Stop him? You didn’t need to be a Marine’s kid to know that pirates did as they pleased.  “...Okay.”

“Anyway, it’s Rayleigh’s fault for putting you on the top hammock.” Shades smiles again. Given the darkness, he’s elected to hang his shades from the neckline of his shirt, so you can see his eyes when he smiles. They’re surprisingly alluring, crinkling at the corners. “You know, I never got your name.”

“Oh! Um…” you fidget while you introduce yourself, wanting to avoid eye contact yet oddly captivated.

“Y/n,” he echoes, never looking away. “I’m Scopper Gaban. You can just call me Scopper!”

“Okay… Scopper.”

Scopper’s smile widens. “You hungry? Spencer might not be up, but there’s still leftover rations.”

You shake your head. Anxiety takes up any free space in your stomach, too unsettled to have an appetite.

Scopper leads you to the deck. There are a few crewmates lingering about on the night watch. Cloud cover blocks any view of the stars, casting the surrounding ocean into darkness.

“I can never get used to the ocean at night,” you say in wonder, stepping up to the ship’s railing and peering over the edge. The water below looks like ink. “It feels like it’s going to swallow me up.”

Right as you say that, a huge, ambiguous shape rises up from the waves. You stumble back with a curse, the entire ship rolling to the side as something grabs on.

“Don’t be scared,” Scopper says, “that’s just Sunbell.”

Sunbell clambers over the ship’s railing, dripping wet. He’s absolutely massive, making the rest of the crew look like children in comparison, and he’s not even the biggest crewmate. You glimpsed an even bigger one yesterday on your way to the galley. But while you had seen big people before, this was your first time seeing a fish-man in person.

“Mornin',” Sunbell grunts at Scopper, then narrows his eyes at you. “Hm? Oh… The little Marine survivor.”

You scoot behind Scopper without thinking, wide eyes focused on the sharp points of Sunbell’s teeth, like a mouth full of knives.

Sunbell doesn’t miss the action, his scowl revealing more razor teeth. “What’s with that look? Never seen a fish-man before?”

You shrink at the admonishment and shake your head.

“Morning, ‘Bell,” Scopper greets. “How’s the water?”

“Nice and cold,” Sunbell says, flicking some water onto Scopper. “See?”

Scopper’s yelp is undignified, catching you so off-guard that you laugh despite your nerves. He looks at you over his shoulder sourly, and you cover your mouth.

“It’s too early for you to be a dick,” Scopper grumbles at Sunbell. “The sun’s not even up.”

“Them’s the breaks, Scopper,” Sunbell says. “You gonna bitch or you gonna do something about it?”

“I just might,” Scopper growls.

The two pirates glare at each other, tension flaring between them, and for a terrifying moment, you think they’re going to fight. Anxiety spikes in your body in preparation, only for them to break out into grins, leaving you thoroughly confused and jittery. This ship was not good for your heart…

“You should join me sometime. Cold water is good for humans, too.”

“Hard pass.”

“Hmph...”

Sunbell lumbers past the two of you, though he flicks water again as he does–this time at you. The droplets are like ice on your skin, and your resulting squawk is as embarrassing as Scopper’s was, making Sunbell chuckle to himself.

You watch him leave, face warm and heart pounding, before looking at Scopper again. His grin hasn’t left him. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.”

You don’t tell Scopper how extremely wrong he is.

“I don’t care for mornings, but at least we can watch the sun rise,” Scopper muses. “You’ve seen an ocean sunrise, right?”

“No, I haven’t,” you reply. “I always slept in on the Marine ships.”

“Then you’re in for a treat! There’s nothing like it.”

The black of the sky fades with the passing time, becoming indigo before lightening into shades of navy. More crewmates filter out onto the deck as they wake, relieving the night watch. The first sliver of sun crests the horizon, and with it, Roger appears, coming to stand next to you at the railing. He’s joined by Rayleigh, and then a few other crewmates.

You glance behind you. Much of the crew has gathered there, some making sleepy conversation, most staying quiet. You look back ahead, filled with a sensation you can’t name as you all watch the rising sun. The light casts a myriad of soft colors across the clouds, pinks and purples and yellows that reflect in the water.

Scopper leans close to you. “Hell of a view, right?” he whispers. “Gives you a good feeling.”

You nod, silently agreeing. Maybe it’s the way the sun paints the sea from black to blue, or maybe it’s the growing warmth on your skin. But at that moment, the nerves and the bad memories don’t seem to be as all-consuming, and you feel like everything will be okay.

So begins your first day with the Roger Pirates.

Roger has a way of jovially barking out commands, ever in a good mood as he plots a course for the Marine outpost. It helps keep your own spirits high, even though you flinch at some of his shouts.

You do your best to stay out of the way. It’s similar to being on the Marine ship in that sense, idly wandering while the crew works. You’re passing by Scopper and Rayleigh when the blond calls out to you.

Rayleigh’s frowning, which makes you tense, unsure of what you did wrong. His formerly gentle voice now has a steel edge to it. “...Who did that to you?”

You frown, too, no clue as to what he’s talking about. “Did what?”

“Your neck,” Rayleigh says. “There are bruises.”

Next to him, Scopper goes pale.

Your hand flies to your neck, pressing down on your skin. Though you can’t see it, the dull pain is confirmation enough. Embarrassment washes over you, though it’s tempered by fear from the first mate’s chilly tone.

“Y/n,” Rayleigh says slowly, “you are a guest on board the ship. I need you to tell me who thought it was okay to lay a hand on you.”

You exchange panicked glances with Scopper, neither of you able to find the right words. Then another crewmate passing by helpfully answers in your stead.

“It was Scopper, but he wasn’t attacking or nothin’,” he says casually. “They were trying to fuck this morning.”

“No we were not!” You and Scopper shout at once, then each break into your own string of garbled explanations.

Rayleigh rounds on Scopper, eyes dark, and Scopper shuts up immediately. The energy coming off of Rayleigh is potent enough that you go quiet, too, even though it’s not directed at you.

“Gaban,” Rayleigh’s hiss gives you goosebumps.

Scopper holds his hands up defensively. “I-It was an accident! I swear!”

Although Scopper has since donned his shades, you don’t need to see his eyes to tell he’s genuinely scared for his life. Witnessing a powerful pirate like him cower under Rayleigh’s aura is unnerving, and it also strikes you with guilt. It was your fault for startling Scopper in the first place. You have to own up, even if the thought of attracting Rayleigh’s attention right now makes you want to wet yourself. 

“R-R-Rayleigh,” you stammer, soul slipping from your body when he turns his piercing look to you. “Um…! It was my fault, s-so… Um… Let me explain?”

Like a switch being flipped, Rayleigh’s entire demeanor changes, all threat leaving his expression when he regards you. You let out a breath and proceed to describe what happened, covering your face in humiliation when you detail your clumsiness.

“So you see, it really was just an accident.” You lower your hands, peeking at Rayleigh.

Rayleigh purses his lips together, sputters, and then guffaws, bent over and bracing a hand on his thigh. His bellowing laughter draws heads, your face burning as a result.

“It’s not funny…” you mumble.

“You’re right, you’re right,” Rayleigh cackles, though he obviously disagrees. “I’m s-sorry.”

While it was at your expense, you far preferred Rayleigh laughing instead of angry. Beside him, Scopper’s whole body sags with relief.

“You’d better take responsibility, Scopper,” Rayleigh says, unable to suppress his grin. “Thanks to you–”  he emphasizes the word, and Scopper cringes, “–our guest will have to endure questions.”

“Yes, sir. I will,” Scopper says. He thinks for a moment, utters “oh, I know,” and unties his sash from his waist.

You tense as Scopper leans over you, wrapping the beige sash around your neck. It’s a bit big to wear as a scarf, coming past your chin and drooping around your shoulders, but it does the trick. Your face can’t get any hotter, though for a different reason this time, that nice scent of his now hanging around you, sensed with every inhale.

“Thanks,” you say awkwardly. Ordinarily, you would protest, but you just want Rayleigh to be satisfied, and while you look a little silly, at least you won’t get weird comments this way.

It turns out that there was no need to worry about comments. Almost no one on the crew speaks to you at all. You’re not sure if you prefer it that way. On the one hand, they scare you. On the other hand, their cold dismissal makes you even more anxious. Maybe they’re mad they had to change course for your sake, or maybe it’s because you’re the child of Marines. At least you don’t have to worry about any of them hurting you, given Rayleigh’s earlier reaction.

(You worry about it anyway, though. It’s just how you are.)

There are two kids on board the ship, which makes you side-eye Roger. You’ve heard of the occasional pirate crew employing kids, and you don’t approve in the slightest. The Grand Line is hardly a playground, and a pirate ship is no place to grow up. For what it’s worth, the kids seem healthy, having no shortage of energy, yelling and playing together in between the menial tasks assigned to them. Though the kids shoot you curious glances, they follow the crew’s example and don’t speak to you.

In the evening, Roger gives you a tour of the ship, lovingly info-dumping about its specs, the special wood it’s built from, and even the shipwright who built it. He shows you every room in the ship proudly, even the treasure hold, laughing when you gasp at the piles of riches. You get the sense he’s not just showing off, either, eager to share a glimpse of his life with you for reasons you can’t explain.

At night, you and Scopper tactfully switch hammocks, you taking the lower one to prevent another disaster. Although you’re tired, it’s hard to sleep, plagued by general worries and specific worries and worries over things that have yet to happen. My clothes are filthy. I’ll have to borrow clothing from the pirates if I want to wash them… What if the pirates change their mind halfway through the trip and throw me overboard? Or sell me into trafficking?… Mom and dad don’t even know that anything’s happened. They’re expecting me to arrive with the Marines in a week. No one knows they’re dead yet…

Whenever you feel like you’re on the cusp of slumber, the dying screams of the Marines echo in your head and twist your stomach until you’re nauseous. You don’t want to wake anyone by crying, but it’s impossible to stop. Biting your tongue doesn’t help, a few tears slipping past anyway, and you do your best to muffle your sniffling. Hours pass, until you hear Sunbell get up, eerily light-footed for someone so big. No one stirs as he leaves the sleeping quarters, and eventually you fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.

The sleeping quarters are emptier when you wake, only a fraction of the hammocks strung up. Sunlight filters past the porthole’s curtain, indicating you’ve overslept. The crewmates currently sleeping must be the ones on the night watch. You step lightly, careful not to wake them as you leave.

Day Two.

Like the previous day, the crew ignores you. It’s a stark difference from waking on board the Marine ship.

“Finally up, L/n Junior?”

“You’re so lucky you get to sleep in, L/n!”

The Marine crew called you by your last name, or ‘Junior,’ or both. Aside from the Captain.

“Morning, kid.”

“Please, Captain,” you objected. “I’m older than some of the recruits.”

“Still a kid to me!”

You blink away tears. There are five more days you have to endure here, and then you’ll be safe. Then you can tell your parents everything that happened, make sure the fallen Marines get properly recognized. You’ll almost certainly have to talk to someone high-ranking, which makes you anxious to think about. The higher-ups in the Marines have a reputation for being intense. But it would be a debriefing, not an interrogation. They’ll believe you… Right? Surely, they will…

“Hey there.”

You jump, whirling around to see Scopper. His thumbs are hooked through his belt loops, back slightly curved in a relaxed slouch. “Oh! Scopper… Good morning.”

“Try again,” he says playfully.

You glance indirectly at the sun, already past the apex of its arc through the sky. “Good afternoon?”

“There you go.”

You’re not sure if it’s his easygoing smile that makes your chest tight, or the memory of the other night. The fear of him blends together with the appeal you can’t deny is there, until you can’t tell where one starts and the other ends. It’s disorienting.

“I don’t usually wake up this late,” you say, a little self-conscious. 

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“Something like that,” you dismiss. “A shame... I missed the sunrise.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Scopper sounds pleased with himself. “I could wake you up for tomorrow’s, if you’d like.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“It wouldn’t be a hassle.”

You study his face, trying to figure out why he’s offering, but you can’t see past the shades. What does he gain from being friendly with you? Maybe it comes from working under Roger. It’s not a stretch, given that the captain himself is going to the trouble of sidelining his plans for a week for your sake. But the rest of the crew doesn’t care for your presence, so what’s Scopper’s deal? Is he just like that?

You shift from foot to foot. It would be nice to see the sunrise again. “If you really don’t mind…”

“Not at all,” Scopper says gingerly.

Warmth creeps across your face. You don’t respond, speechless from the amiable treatment. You can’t get used to it–it goes against everything you’ve been taught about pirates.

Scopper tilts his head at you, seemingly unbothered by your silence. “You missed breakfast and lunch. I bet you’re hungry.”

“I’m okay,” you lie quickly. For one thing, the rule on Marine ships is you don’t eat if you’re late. For another, the thought of going through their stores and getting yelled at for it ( especially  by a pirate) is terrifying. “I’ll just wait for dinner.”

“Nonsense! Come on, I’ll take you to the galley. Spencer doesn’t like people going there between meals, but he won’t say shit to me, so it’ll be fine.”

Scopper walks past you without further discussion, waving a hand for you to follow. You do so, trotting a bit to keep up. “He won’t?”

“Nah. I outrank him,” Scopper smiles dryly, “not that rank’s ever stopped most of the crew from having a mouth, but Spencer respects the chain of command.”

“Oh… Okay.”

Upon entering the galley, you’re apprehensive to see the ship’s cook is already there, making preparations for dinner. Spencer looks up sharply from where he’s chopping vegetables when the two of you walk in, steely gaze flicking first to Scopper and then settling on you. The look alone is enough to freeze you in place while Scopper keeps going, unawares.

“Hey, Spencer. Give me a serving of leftovers from today’s lunch.” Scopper’s manner is laid-back despite him not actually asking.

Spencer glances at Scopper again, puts down his knife wordlessly, and goes to the fridge.

Scopper notices you’re no longer next to him and looks over his shoulder. “What’re you doing over there? Come on in.”

You swallow. Spencer’s back is currently turned, which helps you muster up the courage to enter. You step partially behind Scopper when the cook returns, now holding a plate of buckwheat noodles and a small bowl of sauce. He doesn’t say anything when he hands them to you, but his dour expression clearly highlights his dissatisfaction.

“You can eat in here,” Scopper says to you, and Spencer narrows his eyes, “or in the mess room. There are some crewmates in there, too, just so you know.”

Neither option is favorable, but you figure being around one frigid pirate is better than being around multiple. At least Scopper is here–he’s the only one aside from Roger and Rayleigh who doesn’t seem adverse to your existence.

That comfort is swiftly dashed when Scopper says, “I’m still on duty, so I’ll see you later.” He holds up his hands, showing the grease staining them from the ship’s ropes.

“Ah,” your voice comes out small at the prospect of being left alone with the icy cook. “Okay…”

Right before Scopper leaves the galley, he pauses and turns. “Hey, Spencer? Cool it on the eye daggers. I know you prefer being alone while you cook, but suck it up for a bit.”

Spencer looks like he wants to say something, his jaw set, but he doesn’t, just as Scopper said. He also doesn’t follow Scopper’s direction. Though you sit at the far end of the counter to eat, you can feel Spencer’s eyes on you like a physical thing. It may be your imagination, but he seems to chop harder, the chok chok chok of the knife echoing throughout the room and killing your appetite with how it unsettles your stomach. You force the food down anyway, afraid he would get even more upset if you bothered him just to end up not eating.

You wash your dishes when you’re done, carefully avoiding eye contact. Once you dry your hands, you take a slow breath to calm yourself, gathering the nerve to talk. Offering gratitude for a meal is another deeply ingrained habit.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, then try again, raising your voice a little, “it was good…”

The compliment doesn’t affect Spencer, his stony glare remaining. You don’t stick around any longer than you have to.

There’s nowhere on the ship you really feel safe. You walk up one side of the ship and down the other in agitated circles, like a pacing animal in a cage too small. It’s hard enough to be calm on a normal day–the current circumstances are overwhelming. Death lingering on your mind, surrounded by animosity, no place to escape, no choice but to trust someone you were told can’t be trusted. Uneasy, uptight, and confused from the kindness that’s been shown to you in between. It builds like uneven bricks, stacked loose and threatening to come crashing down. 

You know you’re going to react disruptively. You know you’re not going to be able to hold it in. It always happens when you get wound tight enough, out of your control, your body taking matters into its own hands and doing something to relieve the tension.

You’re looking out over the ocean when it finally becomes too much. Digging your fingers into the railing, you tip your head back and scream.

The shame is immediate, even before you hear the crew go quiet. A lifetime of adverse reactions to your issues ensures that. You stare at the water, afraid to see their faces, knowing what their expressions must be like. You’ve seen it before, after all, from people who have witnessed your questionable coping methods in the past.

You hear footsteps approaching and tense. Roger comes next to you, resting his hands by yours on the railing. You glance his way, but keep your gaze low, not meeting his eye, waiting for him to ask you what the hell your problem is.

There’s a pause, and then Roger screams, as loud and as sudden as you did, making you jump. You look at him in shock. He grins down at you.

You stare back, unsure if he’s making fun of you at first. There’s nothing but mirth in his eyes, after all. But you don’t get the sense he’s teasing you–you get the sense that he doesn’t give a fuck. Like it’s a game. He doesn’t say anything, but you feel like he’s giving you permission, in a way.

You face the ocean and scream again, this time more intently, really pouring your frustrations into it. Roger joins you like a wolf joining a howl, shouting across the sea with even greater volume due to his size. The both of you scream like lunatics for a good minute. When it’s finally out of your system and your throat is sore, you meet his gaze once again, this time reflecting his grin. The both of you start laughing. It’s a little euphoric, the stress in your system temporarily replaced with bubbling joy. No words are exchanged, but you feel more connected to him in that moment than you have to anyone in a long time.

Roger doesn’t say anything when he leaves, either, returning to his duties like nothing happened. To your surprise, the crew doesn’t seem phased by the incident, continuing to work as if this was normal for their captain. It’s more telling than anything you’ve seen so far.

The bizarre display must have intrigued the kids, because both of them come bounding up to you a while later. They’re equal in stature, one with crimson hair beneath a straw hat, the other’s blue hair mostly covered by a beanie, his bulbous red nose standing out. You’re familiar with the brutal honesty of children, and await the inevitable “what’s wrong with you?” line of questioning.

The kid with the straw hat goes first. “You’re weird!”

There it is. You smile at the blatant lack of manners, having expected as much. “That’s rude, you know. Didn’t these guys teach you to introduce yourself to someone new?”

“We don’t have to!” Blue Hair declares. “Cuz we’re pirates!”

“Then I’ll pick something to call you until you tell me your names,” you decide. “How about… Tweedledee and Tweedledum?”

“NO!!” they shout indignantly.

“Okay, then…” You point at them one by one. “You can be Red Shrimp, and you can be Blue Shrimp.”

You giggle. “I can’t think of anything else, so that will have to do.”

“NO!!”  Their angry faces are adorable.

“My name is Shanks!” Red hair protests.

“And I’m Buggy!” Blue hair adds.

That was easy. 

“Hanks and Duggy?” you say cluelessly, just to mess with them a little.

“Shanks!” Shanks yells.

“Buggy!” Buggy cries.

You cover your mouth to suppress your laugh. “Ohhh, okay. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Shanks and Mr. Buggy.”

Buggy swells at the title, but Shanks takes it as condescending and is less impressed. “Don’t sweet-talk me, Marine!”

“Pfft!” Your sputter only makes Shanks madder.

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry, Shanks,” you lower your hand once you’re sure you can maintain composure, “and I’m not a Marine, by the way.”

“You’re not?” Buggy asks. “Then why were you on the Marine ship?”

“My parents are Marines, but I never enlisted. I was hitching a ride, that’s all.”

“Oh…” Buggy thinks for a moment. “But you’ve seen the higher-ups, right?”

“The higher-ups?” You wonder where this is going. “Some of them, in passing.”

“Have you seen the Buddha?” Shanks asks excitedly.

“You mean Vice Admiral Sengoku?” You’re a bit surprised–of course, any competent pirate crew would stay informed about their opposition, but you didn’t expect that the kids would know about it. Seems that Roger’s crew really is preparing them for a life of piracy. The thought is a bit distressing, but you try not to let it show. Right now, they’re both staring at you expectantly, eyes big. And you have just the story for them. “Actually…”

Their eyes get wider.

}---{

Dad was supposed to be off work, but there was an emergency call in the dark hours of the morning that had him rushing to the outpost. Once you woke up, you found his hat on the floor of the kitchen, forgotten in his haste. He could get in trouble for breaking the dress code, so you decided to bring it to him–it wouldn’t be the first time. Before you left, you assembled two simple lunches, too; dad and mom both complained about the quality of the food served on base.

You knew the layout of the building fairly well by then, heading directly to a room further in the back. As a Lieutenant, your mom had her own office, and while she probably wouldn’t be there right then, the Ensign that handled her paperwork would be. They could get the hat and lunches to where they needed to go. 

Most of the servicemen you passed by greeted you with familiarity. More of them knew you than you knew them, making you wonder how much your parents talked about you while on duty. Sweet, but embarrassing…

Then you saw someone you’ve never met, but recognized immediately. You froze to the spot as he walked down the hall, headed to intersect your path. He was instantly distinguished by his hair, a perfectly spherical afro, and, of course, by the goat that followed after him. Your jaw dropped lower the closer he came. Until then, you’d only seen him in pictures–you had no idea he was that massive, but he towered over you at nine feet. His uniform was adorned with medals, and as he approached, he actually stopped and turned, looking down at you through black-rimmed glasses.

“V-Vice Admiral Sengoku,” you stammered. 

Civilians weren’t required to salute to servicemen, but it was something your parents had taught you to do regardless. With one hand carrying the lunch boxes and the other holding a bag of rice crackers, your panicking brain decided the best option was to salute anyway. You did so with the rice cracker hand, the bag held to your temple in possibly the stupidest moment of your life.

Sengoku blinked, then smiled. “At ease.”

You dropped your hand. It took physical effort to keep yourself from trembling.

“Is it your mother, or father?” Sengoku asked.

“P-Pardon me?” You had no idea why he was talking to you. Surely, he had better things to attend to.

“Only Marines make their kids salute at soldiers. Is it your mother, or father?”

“Oh! It’s both...”

“Both parents? Then you must be L/n’s kid.”

It took you by complete surprise that he knew who they were, mouth hanging open before you found a response. “Um, yeah. That’s right.”

“Well, they’re lucky to have such a thoughtful kid,” he said warmly, glancing at the lunches. Behind him, his goat started chewing on his coat.

“T-Thank you, sir.”

“Take it easy.” Sengoku nodded at you and made to keep walking when a sudden, booming stomach growl reverberated out from his gut. He froze just like you had, face blank in disbelief as it echoed around the both of you, then grimaced at himself. “E-Excuse me. I had to skip breakfast.

You were too stunned to react right away, but once you regained your senses, you held out the bag of crackers in offering. “Um… Here, why don’t you have this? There’s still plenty of food in the lunch boxes, so it’s no big deal…”

“Really?” Sengoku said, accepting the bag once you nodded. “Thank you, L/n! That’s very considerate.”

You watched him leave, letting out a sigh of relief once his back was turned.

}---{

Shanks and Buggy howl with laughter at your description of Sengoku’s indignity, not really listening to the rest of the story after that, but you don’t mind.

“He really just let the goat eat his clothes?” Buggy asks.

“Oh, yeah,” you grin, “it does whatever it wants. I’ve heard that it eats important documents when he’s not looking.”

The boys get a kick out of that, giggling at the thought of the feared Buddha conceding to a goat.

“Taro said you’re a wuss, so I thought you’d be lame,” Shanks says earnestly, “but you’re funny!”

Ouch. It’s not an untrue statement, though. You can’t help but snicker at his cheek. “Yeah? What else did they say?”  

It’s only natural that the kids would ask the crew why you’re sailing with them. You expect more insults, so Shanks’ reply catches you off guard.

“He said we need to trust in the Captain’s decisions.”

“...Did he? Huh…” That’s more conviction than you expected from the likes of pirates, but these pirates have repeatedly shown that they’re far from ordinary. 

“Hey,” Buggy pokes you rudely, “it’s warm out. Why is your scarf so big?”

“Quit that,” you push his hand away. “I got hurt, so I’m hiding the bruises. I don’t want to worry anyone.”

“Can I see?”

“Sure.”

The following experience would become a life lesson for you, one in which you learned the value of lying to children. You remove the scarf, and both boys observe the marks on your neck curiously.

Shanks looks you directly in the eye and asks, “Are those sex bruises?”

The question hits you like a freight train, bowling you into slack-jawed silence. Then you whip your head around, immediately finding Roger further along the deck, and the pirate captain goes stiff at your death glare.

You face the kids again, trying to recover. “You don’t even know what that is.”

“I know what sex is!”

“Me too!” Buggy says.

“Let’s talk about something else,” you say firmly.

You don’t get the chance. A crewmate holding mops and buckets comes up behind the boys, inadvertently saving you.

“Enough slacking off, you little turds!” he thunders. “Get busy!”

Shanks and Buggy groan, but comply, taking the cleaning supplies with a dramatic show of reluctance before marching off like they’re being led to their deaths.

Mealtimes on the ship continue to be harrowing. The day shift eats together, congregating in the mess room. You’re bad enough with crowds without them consisting of armed pirates who could care less if you lived or died. You eat in silence and sit away from everyone else as much as possible.

Dinner is no different, you taking your tray and heading directly to a corner of the table. Though you mostly keep your eyes down, sometimes you can’t help but sneak looks at the crewmates, mainly eyeing their weapons. The man currently passing you by doesn’t have them, but he doesn’t need them, his visage fearsome enough on its own. Stocky and broad-shouldered, with a square jaw and a rugged scar on his forehead, he’s bigger than even Roger. He glances at you, taking the cigar out of his mouth, and you tense as your eyes meet.

The pirate suddenly lunges at you with a snarl, arms raised like he means to grab you.

You scream, stumbling back, the tray flying from your hands and its contents crashing to the floor. Rather than attacking you, however, the pirate bursts into hearty laughter, clutching his stomach. The crewmates who witnessed the spectacle join in, crowing around you that makes you burn hot as you realize he was messing with you.

Terrified and humiliated, you can only stare at the upturned dishes and the food spilled onto the floor. You wonder if Spencer will even give you another serving. You wonder if the rest of the trip is going to be like this. You wonder if your nerves will be able to hold out.

You want to cry, but you won’t do it in front of these pirates.

A shadow falling over you makes you look up. Scopper has stepped in front of you, placing himself between you and the scarred pirate. You can’t see Scopper’s face, but you instantly get tense from the energy coming off of him as he looks up, arms crossed, at the bigger man. The others sense it too, going quiet.

“Mugren.” Scopper sounds calm and level, but you can feel the underlying threat in his tone. “Clean it up.”

Mugren looks surprised, obviously not anticipating a consequence. He takes a step back. “Scopper?”

Scopper’s voice drops low. “Clean it up before I make you eat your cigar.”

Mugren takes another step back, then scowls and turns away, muttering irritably to himself as he goes to take care of the mess.

“Got something to say to me, Mugren?” Scopper’s question is laced with warning.

Mugren stiffens. “No.”

“Ah, I see! I must have been hearing things.”

“M-Must be it.”

You shudder, going rigid once Scopper turns to you. “Go have a seat. I’ll bring you another tray,” he says coolly. Unlike Rayleigh, Scopper’s aura doesn’t abate right away, and you have to remind yourself that the simmering enmity is not intended for you.

You wait for Scopper at the table’s corner, and when he returns, it’s with two trays. He sits next to you, sliding one in front of you and the other before himself. He’s calmed down by then, voice gentle when he speaks. “Are you okay?”

You poke at the food with your fork, appetite long since diminished. “...Yeah.”

“I’m sorry about them.”

Why did you do that? Your head is buzzing with the question, longing to ask him but not able to find the courage. Why did you do that for me? Instead, you shrug weakly. “You’re pirates. I’m from a Marine family. It’s to be expected.”

“But you’re not a Marine,” Scopper points out. “You’ve never done anything to harm us. You shouldn’t be treated like you have.”

You glance at him. He’s not touching his food either, solemn attention focused on you.

“It could be worse,” you reason, “you guys could have left me on the Marine ship to drown. Or, you know. Worse… I’m grateful to be rescued at all. I’m not about to complain.”

“That’s a pretty gallant take,” Scopper says. “If I were you, I’d be pissed as hell over the whole thing.”

That makes you smile. Of course anger was one of your many swirling emotions during this whirlwind of an escort, but your forgiving nature meant it was often buried away or overshadowed by anxiety.

“I just…” you start, sighing, “I get nervous.”

“I sort of got that impression,” Scopper says, his smile showing that he’s teasing. “It’s fine.”

“If you say so.” You didn’t think it was fine, but you weren’t about to argue with him.

Scopper props his elbow on the table and rests his chin on his hand. “Since you’re not a Marine, what do you do?”

“For a living?” You feel a prickle of old shame. The truth was that your nerves were so bad you couldn’t hold a job, or at least not one your parents approved of. You mainly lived off of their income. “Nothing consistent, really. I’ll watch the other soldiers’ kids, or help my neighbor carry her things to the market, or make deliveries. Odd jobs like that. Sometimes I can sell a painting, but it has to be under my mom’s nose.”

“You paint?” Scopper asks, and you nod. “Why hide that?”

“She says it’s a waste of time. That I should put my efforts toward learning a trade.” You try not to look sullen. “I don’t want to, though...”

“What do you want to do, then?”

“Sketch, paint, play music. My neighbor’s teaching me to crochet, which is nice. Real soothing. I guess I like making things, but my parents don’t think it’s worth doing.”

“Neither of them?”

“Mostly my mom, but dad goes along with whatever she says. ‘Listen to your mother. She’s looking out for you.’ That sort of thing.”

“Sounds like a crock of shit.”

You laugh shortly. “And you know what’s best for me, Mr. Pirate?”

Scopper grins. “I didn’t say that.”

You smile to yourself. You’re already feeling a lot better, enough to be able to stomach food again. Scopper starts eating once you do, the two of you conversing in between bites, and you’re astounded at how easy it is to talk to him. You ask about the kids, learning that they’ve both essentially been adopted by the crew from a young age. The fondness with which Scopper speaks about them gives you some relief about their situation.

After you finish eating, Scopper leans forward to look past you to the other end of the table, where Roger’s sitting. “Hey, Captain!”

“What?” Roger shouts back.

“Whatever did we do with the loot from those weirdo Artsy Pirates we stomped a few months ago?”

You think this crew has no business calling any other one ‘weird,’ but you keep that to yourself.

“It’s still in the hold.”

Scopper sits back, turning to you. “Wait here. I’ll be a few minutes.”

You put both of your trays away in the meantime, wondering what he’s up to as you return to your seat. It’s a good ten minutes before Scopper comes back, and he’s carrying art supplies with him–a canvas tucked under one arm, mid-sized but looking tiny compared to the bulk of his body, and a bag in the other. He upturns the bag on the table in front of you, a palette clattering out along with paint brushes and tubes of oil paints.

“There we go. Now you have something to do to pass the time,” Scopper says cheerfully, handing you the canvas.

“Oh…” You don’t have anything smarter to say, humbled by his consideration. Accepting the canvas, you inspect it to see that it’s already been primed. “Um… Thank you. That’s… That’s really nice of you.”

“You’re welcome!” Scopper flops into the chair next to you, looking at you expectedly.

You take in his expression. “Right now?”

“Why not? You got anything better to do?”

“...Guess not,” you agree, making room for the canvas on the table and arranging the supplies before you neatly. Without an easel or smock, you’ll have to be extra careful not to get paint on yourself or the tablecloth–though the stains currently set in the latter probably mean that no one would really care, you won’t take chances with getting yelled at.

For a minute, you just look at the selection of colors, thinking about what you want to paint. A memory from yesterday surfaces, one of dazzling colors that left a stark impression. Something you saw for the first time.

You squeeze the colors you need onto the palette and start, using the largest brush to dab the canvas with a base layer of white in practiced back-and-forth strokes. The world around you fades out as you focus, the repetitive scraping of the brush fibers against the canvas almost hypnotizing. You don’t think about your current situation, nor that anyone’s watching. Nerves and stress seem to dull alongside the rest of your surroundings, a sense of calm settling over them like dust on a sill.

Once the base layer is even, you change brushes, dipping into the red paint next. It mixes with the white layer into a soft pink that you feather across the top half of the canvas, then switch to straight strokes for the bottom half. You don’t swap brushes when you add yellow next, letting the colors blend together. By the time you add lavender clouds, the intended picture becomes obvious. The puffy top half of the painting forms a sky, while the more linear strokes of the bottom half become the water. You paint a horizon line and add more purple to define the waves, then blend everything together. The white paint you use for the sun picks up the orange beneath it, merging into the color that you remember, and with a few more thin lines of white on the waves to indicate the sun’s reflection, it’s finished.

Reality comes back slowly, like someone’s turning the knob on a speaker, sights and sounds gradually returning to their original intensity. You have no idea how much time has passed, but the mess room has fewer people than it did before. Scopper speaks up next to you, making you jump–you’ve managed to forget he was there entirely while you were concentrating.

“That’s incredible, Y/n,” he marvels, “it looks exactly like yesterday’s sunrise.”

“Not exactly,” you say quickly, flustered from his reaction. “I was working from memory… If I had a photograph, I could be more accurate with the colors.”

“No, that’s pretty legit,” someone says behind you, making you jump again. You whirl around to see a few crewmates hovering over your shoulder. How long were they watching?

“Yeah, that’s really good,” another one says.

You shrink in your seat. “T-Thanks.”

The other pirates disperse now that the show's over, leaving you with Scopper. He studies the painting, then looks at you. “Have your parents seen your work before?”

“Yeah.”

“And they don’t approve?” Scopper sounds doubtful.

“Not really,” you smile ruefully, long since habituated to their criticisms.

“Then they’re either blind or ignorant,” Scopper says callously.

“Hey, now, easy. They’re still my parents,” you say, “even if we don’t agree on everything, I owe them, you know?”

Scopper levels his gaze at you. At least, you think he does. It’s hard to tell with the shades, but you feel his focus all the same. “No, you don’t. You don’t owe them anything.”

“Of course I do. They raised me,” you frown. “I get what you’re trying to do, and I appreciate your concern, Scopper. But you don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve put them through. I have to make up for…” You trail off, unable to say it out loud. There’s a twinge of pain in your chest at the thought. 

I have to make up for being me.

“You’re wrong,” Scopper asserts, “I’m sorry, but that’s bullshit. They’re your parents–looking after you is their job. That’s the bare fucking minimum, Y/n. No one asks to be born.”

You go quiet. His words seem obvious in hindsight, but you'd never really considered them that way before. Scopper becomes impassioned as he continues, balling up a fist.

“I just hate the idea that we’re locked into a role because of things beyond our control,” he says, "that we can't choose for ourselves."

"That’s the way the world works." You hate the words as soon as they come out of your mouth. That was something mom always said.

Even with his shades, you can tell Scopper is looking you in the eye. "It doesn’t have to be."

You look at Scopper the same way he looked at your painting, with amazement, as the words sink in. Then your face falls and you shake your head.  “There’s a reason for the way things are. We need order,” you say, but it comes out weak, not even convincing yourself.

“Is that what you think? Or what you’ve been told?” Scopper asks. “Who do you think benefits from the current structure? As it stands, the Celestial Dragons manipulate the World Government, the World Government manipulates the Marines, and the Marines manipulate the people. Like their lives are a board game. Are those the rules you want to play by? Are you satisfied with that?"

You don't have a response, his questions echoing in your head one after the other.  Were  you satisfied? Were you happy with the way things were? Not even in the grand scheme of things, but on an individual level? The discomfort that arose from the thoughts told you that you already knew the answer.

"I'd rather live in a world without shackles," Scopper says, tapping next to your painting, "a world where people are free to pursue what makes them happy."

"Are you happy?" you ask. It's more personal than you're normally comfortable asking, but suddenly you have to know. "Being a pirate?"

"I wouldn't trade it for anything." Scopper raises his chin proudly. "This crew, we’re going to sail to the end of the Grand Line. We're going to have an adventure unlike anything we can dream of. Because we want to. Because no one can tell us otherwise. That's the life I want to live."

Your eyes widen at the ambitious statement. Everyone knew that was impossible. Many explorers had undertaken the voyage, only to perish in the attempt. 

“You’ll die.”

“Then I'll die having a good time.”

He keeps stunning you into silence. You contemplate the idea–a journey worth dying for. But it wasn’t about the journey, was it? It was about desire. Fulfillment. There’s something very appealing about that. Dangerously so. 

You smile, mostly in disbelief at yourself. “I knew this crew was unusual. But now I see that you're crazy, too.”

“It’s not such a bad thing to be.”

You think about Roger, joining you in screaming at the ocean. You’ll never know why he did it, and you don’t have the nerve to ask. But regardless of his reason, the effect was the same: In that moment, you felt profoundly less alone.

“Maybe not,” you say thoughtfully, looking at your painting. You don’t have the skill, yet, to capture the feeling you had when witnessing that rising sun with Scopper and Roger and the rest of the crew. But you remember it all the same.

Scopper watches you, following your gaze to the painting. He’s quiet. Was he thinking about it, too?

“There are more canvases in the hold,” Scopper says after a minute. “I'll bring them out. You can keep those and the rest of the supplies in the crew quarters, to use whenever you want while you’re here.”

The rest of the evening is uneventful. You can’t stop thinking about your conversation with Scopper. Laying in your hammock that night, you look at all the sleeping forms hanging about the room. It wasn’t just Scopper who believed in those words. You’re certain that every one of these pirates feels the same way.

It resonates with you. It shouldn’t. What were you thinking, looking up to pirates? But you can’t help it. How could you hate the idea of following your dreams? To do what you want, no matter the consequences… What would that be like?

You close your eyes.

[Part 2]

[littlesniggy]

Could you a scenario where the reader is hanging out laundry on the ship and she puts her underwear that’s Lacey and sexy. Then their entire crew sees it and how he reacts to that.could u do this for shanks, Rayleigh, Gaban,ace, Marco

Hey Anon! Thanks for requesting! I really liked this idea and I hope I could do it justice! No Ace again since he was on the no-no list for this round but I still have him in there a little ✌🏼️

Warnings: not really

Characters: Shanks, Rayleigh, Gaban, and Marco

Shanks

He was sitting on deck, his most trusted men surrounding him while he explained to them a new strategy how to handle a certain problem they currently had. It wasn’t anything big but big enough to be a nuisance. All of them were listening intently, not wanting to miss any of Shanks’ explanation. They all liked goofing around but when it went down to business Shanks knew he could trust them.

That is, until Lucky Roux stopped eating his food, his eyes not on the map in front of them anymore but instead fixated on something a little further away. Benn was the second one to notice, an amused smile coming to his lips. One after another started ignoring their captain in favor of watching you hang up your, admittedly, sexy lingerie.

You noticed them watching and waved over at them with a smile before focusing back on hanging up your laundry. After all, it needed to dry.

“Once you’re done staring, I would like you perverts to start paying attention to me again. I know the thought of seeing Y/n in this kind of underwear is quite appealing but none of you will ever see her actually wear it.” Shanks didn’t look up while he was speaking to his friends and the grin on his face would tell them he wasn’t mad at them in any way. After all, you were a sight to behold, even without the lingerie on.

Silvers Rayleigh

“Is there a specific reason why you’re hanging up your underwear outside?” you heard a certain man’s voice from behind and you turned around with a smug grin, looking at him challenging. “No, not really. Just want it to get dry fast…” you purred, not waiting for his reaction.

“Is that so? You sure it’s got nothing to do with the fact that I ignored you just this morning while you were wearing that specific piece?” he pointed at the black laced bodice you were just hanging up. “Not at all…” you giggled, internally still pissed that he chose his duty as Roger’s right hand man over fucking you. Well, now he could see what he was missing out on! Now, everyone could see what you were wearing underneath!

Rayleigh chuckled, came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Alright then. Let them have a look, I don’t care. As long as you don’t wear it for anyone but me you can do whatever you like.” He purred, giving you a quick kiss on your cheek, making you blush slightly. “I’ll keep that in mind.” You murmured, a little disappointed when he already let go of you.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw him slowly walk away, not minding the crew shamelessly staring at your underwear.

“Oh, and don’t forget to hang it down before it starts to rain!” he informed you, pointing at the big, dark clouds that were coming closer rapidly.

Scopper Gaban

“What are you doing?! Don’t hang it out to try right in front of everyone! Your underwear is none of their business!” he hissed, trying to stop you from hanging up more of your lingerie. You swatted his hand away playfully, giggling at him. “Why are you making such a fuss about it? It’s not like they haven’t seen me wearing a bikini before so how’s this different?” you asked.

“Well….it’s sexier!” he kept trying, giving you really weak arguments why you should not hang them up right in front of his crew. “Besides, here are children on board! You don’t want to expose them to this and maybe traumatize them.” You rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips.

“I doubt they even know what this-“ you pointed at your bodice “-is. And as long as you don’t tell them, they won’t know until they’re old enough. I’m not wearing it anyways so stop being so dramatic, okay?” you said it with a slight hint of humor, loving how he was at a loss for words.

“Fine….but I hate them knowing what you wear underneath your outfit!” he said, pointing at stupidly grinning men, obviously thinking something dirty. “Fuck off, you bastards!” he yelled angrily.

Marco

“Oh, I didn’t know you were wearing this underneath your clothes.” You heard a familiar voice behind you. With a slightly surprised look on your face you turned around only to see Ace crouching next to the laundry basket, a string tanga dangling from his index finger. You snatched it from him, your face heating up at his comment.

“Well, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.” You replied, not knowing a better answer to his comment. “Bet it looks good on you.” He chuckled. Before you could retort something, you saw a shadow fly over you and land right behind Ace, an amused look on his face.

“She does but you will never see her actually wear it. So, all you’re gonna be stuck with are your shitty imaginations that will never do Y/n justice.” He chuckled. Ace looked up at the first division commander, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Nah, I would never dare think about Y/n this way. But I can’t talk for those guys.” He pointed at the rest of the crew; some trying to be sneaky and just trying to take a quick look, others shamelessly checking out your underwear.

“If you bastards have time to stare, you have time to work.” A deep, intimidating voice cut through the air like a sword, the caught men tensing up. “Whitebeard looked over to you from where he was sitting, not looking too amused.

“I guess pops is taking care of them for me.” Marco chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead before smacking Ace over the head with a small grin for touching your tanga.