#op comfort

[dehydration-stati0n]

Hi

I’m sorry if this request sounds a little strange (?), don’t feel obligated to write it.

May you please write some headcanons about how Nami, Robin and Brook would comfort the reader who feels guilty for something she did in the past and can’t fix it anymore?

Thanks for reading <3

Nami, Robin, and Brook Comforting a Reader Who Feels Guilty About Their Past HCs

You picked some great characters for a prompt like this. Hope that this helps you out some anon <33

Rules Word Count: 0.8k Spoilers: None

Nami

She'd be the most up-front about checking in on you. Nami wouldn’t wait around for you to tell her, she’d just stroll up to you and demand to know what’s wrong.

Nami will sit you down in private and be a shoulder to cry on- or rant to, whatever comes first.

Major sleepover vibes- I mean she literally just grabs snacks and a blanket and waits for you to start talking.

She tried to avoid how she felt to protect the people she cared about in her own past and wants you to understand that it doesn’t always work that way. Sometimes it's best to talk it out with someone you trust. She wants what she perceives is best for you, and, in her opinion, hiding your feelings isn’t the way.

She'd hug you tightly against her, running her hands gently through your hair with the simple promise that anything you tell her will never be repeated.

Any negative self-talk will be immediately shot down. That’s not gonna slide with her and she’ll have you list off everything you like about yourself instead.

She'd give you anything you needed if you asked her.

You want it to be a little quiet so you can think? She'll make it happen. You feel like crying? She's got the tissues. You want a distraction? She's got tons of gossip to tell.

A the end of it all, she'd have Luffy stop the ship at the nearest island and take you shopping. A little retail therapy never hurt anyone ;)

Robin

Robin is VERY observant and will immediately catch on when something doesn't seem right.

She'll ask you if anything's wrong and leave it at that until you're ready to talk more about it.

She'd sit with you and listen quietly as you explained what it was that happened. Take as much time as you need to process anything, she'll always be right there for you.

She'd have her hands caress you or rub your back to help comfort you. She's best at comforting people physically.

She probably knows some sort of mind or breathing exercise that could help you through your guilt or nerves. Maybe even some advice if you asked for it.

She’ll help point out all the things that are currently in your control. Maybe something bad happened in the past, but what can you do to avoid it in the future? Is there anything you can do now that might help ease the past situation? Or is it all out of reach now?

If it's out of reach, then she'll help you come to terms with it all. There's nothing you can do about it now, so it's all about acceptance.

The most important thing she wants you to remember is that no one’s perfect. Everyone on the Thousand Sunny has flaws, and that's ok.

Robin would advise you to try and work through them and better yourself as you move forward instead of overthinking the things that have happened in the past.

Brook

He'll try not to pry too much. He knows how hard guilt can be on someone. Instead, he'll try to cheer you up periodically throughout the day.

Making bad jokes, singing, telling you stories about his life prior to the Strawhats- whatever he can do to give your mind a break from thinking about it.

If you did decide to open up more about it to him, he'd be overjoyed at the trust.

Guilt is a strong emotion to feel, he's handled it himself. Most of it being survivor's guilt for when the Rumbar Pirates died. So he’s relieved that you feel comfortable enough to talk to him.

The exaggerated way he carries himself can be off-putting at times, but he means well. In his mind, he thinks that the more light-hearted he seems the more you’ll feel light-hearted in your situation.

Although, if you need him to tone it down, he can do that too. His default will always be to support you.

He’s been through a lot, so he’ll have a few things he can add— little tips and ways to cope that he’s learned through his time alone.

His voice is very soothing and it’ll help to calm your nerves if you're feeling antsy or stressed.

He’ll also try to do little things like playing a song to help you sleep, hanging random little positive reminders everywhere to help you come to terms with your past, or simply just coming over to talk to you. It can be about anything you want, he just doesn’t want you to be or feel alone. That’s the last thing he’d want for himself, and it’s the last thing he wants for you.

He's already experienced death once, so his end goal would be to get you to not dwell on it any longer than necessary. You only have one life, don't waste it in the past.

[aveegrex]

SWEETHEART

Confessing your feelings to the heartbroken clown.

pairing: Buggy x f!reader genre: hurt to comfort, friends to lovers implied word count: 0,8k cw: quite a few various slurs (self-deprecation on Buggy's side), lots of swearing, alcohol mentions, anxiety attack, Shanks slander

author's note: Buggy has this sad anxious clown kid vibe that is too close to my heart to not explore it. I initially planned it as a longer form, but then it felt like if I didn't stop the scene, it would get worse. Might do a part 2 on that though.

“F-fuck” - Buggy swore, his forehead pressed to the cold bathroom mirror. He’s been standing like this for a solid twenty minutes, fresh gloves straining on his knuckles as he gripped the sink. 

He should be outside, with his crew and all the guests who put aside all their quarrels and grudges to come here and celebrate his birthday. He should be the life of the party now, flashing in his motley suit, soiling the deck with enough booze to drown a whale, dancing with all the broads and gents whose voices were now muffled by a flimsy bathroom door. 

Yet he’s inside, hiding again, counting his breath over and over again in his weak attempts to push away the anxious sting in his heart. Rage churning in his stomach, raising higher and higher to his throat, stinging cold in his fingertips, the disgusting feeling of his shirt sticking to the sweaty back - all making his vision blurry. 

How fucking dare he do that again? 

Didn’t he take enough from him already? 

Buggy raised his eyes to his own reflection, brows knitted in despair. “Fucking A. - an exhale followed by a scowl to himself almost making him vomit. - I’d choose red hair over a red honker too, heh”

A treacherous tear made its way through the caked up white powder, leaving behind a black trail to his chin. Buggy hated this wimp shit, hated how fucking less of everything he was compared to the one-handed scoundrel. This ginger fuck would never have a full on sissy fit over his romantic prospect. He’d never hide from his own party in a bathroom that reeked of piss of all places. He’d never see his crush asked out right before his eyes, because that’s what Buggy was here for. 

Eyes screwed shut, Buggy’s head ducked deeper, the sink outward crying for help under his grasp. Five more minutes, he should get his pussy act together in five minutes, man up and go get an alcohol poisoning of his life. Maybe he’ll get hammered enough for his love neurons to die off. He’ll think of that when blowing candles. 

Two shy knocks woke him up. “Occupied!” - he hissed, accentuating his point by a loud bang on the door. 

“Buggy, you alright? - fuck no, not now, NOT YOU. - You need a doctor or something?”

He straightened up in an instant, the sink now out of danger as he tried to slick his hair back. That’s bad, that’s really bad. Why the fuck would you be here? Shanksy too drunk to get his dick wet or what? 

“No, I’m, -uhh, I-I’m fine, sweetheart. - like he himself would believe that, yeah. - No need to worry, go have fun”

He frantically smudged the black giveaway of his demise, fixing the face that only you seemed to notice missing from the soiree. A soft thump startling him, his hand jolting and smearing his lipstick to the cheek. “Buggy. - your voice was closer now, which explained the thump. - It’s either you out or me in. Quit bullshitting me, sweetheart”. 

Fuck, you really are stubborn at all the wrong times. He chuckled at that, airy laugh not reaching his eyes, and released a shallow breath. Five, four, three, two, one - aaaand we’re live. 

“You won’t believe it, this piece of wood dared to jam right on my special day! - the door opened to the sequel of Buggy’s hell. - Hope I’ll find a new ship in the gift pile”

“Buggy. - your voice too stern to reciprocate a joke. - Open up”

He blinks and flaps the door back and forth at that, his head tilted as he looks at you. “Did the red-head drop you in booze or something, missy? I’m out already, keep up with the news”

“Buggy” - your eyes trained on him. 

“What? I mean really, I’m out and about, safe and sound, gonna be back there soon clapping around”

“Buggy!”

“Let’s go! He’ll miss ya and the world doesn’t need another hooker - pirate cub just because he was lonely-...”

“BUGGY” - “WHAT??!!!”

“I said no”

He gulped at that, ceasing the mouth trash effective immediately. “What? - his voice too small to fit a man his size.

“I declined” - you pleaded, looking up again to finally find him staring back. 

Buggy’s eyes narrowed, his trash bin of a brain trying to figure out if he was hearing the worst white lie. “But … why?” - he cringed, as your hands landed on his forearms. 

You smiled at that, lone tear running down your cheek mirroring his past one. Buggy just stood there, dumbfounded, his inquiry honest in any possible way. He felt the soft squeeze of your hands, felt his heart breaking its way out of his chest. He watched you quickly wipe the tear away and trapped the breath in as your hands reached his shoulders. 

And he was grateful for the semi-hug when he heard your answer, his knees threatening to give up any second. 

“Because he’s not you, sweetheart”

MDNI, reblogs are welcome, and remember - you do sometimes get what you want

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[zoros-bandana]

Emergency Request - Comfort with Robin

(SFW)

Platonic comfort

Robin x fem reader

Warning: mention of feeling unsafe, mentions of past trauma

Word Count: 1, 200

The crew sat down at the table, eagerly awaiting Sanji as he served the evening meal. It was a usual quiet day on the Sunny, everybody spending their time occupied with their given hobby; passing time as you sailed through a calm belt.

As Sanji went around the table he stopped, noting one person was missing, their chair empty. “Has anyone seen Y/n?”

The chatter fizzled, silencing everyone to look at one another, unaware in that moment you were missing. It had only just occurred to everyone just how quiet you had become in the last few hours, disappearing away from your friends. As realisation kicked in, a wave a panic soon spread, prompting everyone to evacuate the kitchen; splitting around the ship to look for you.

Robin avoided most of the mad rush, heading down to the cabin, listening to the bustling footsteps as a few crew members stays above. She was quick to note how something was wrong, knowing you would prefer to disappear as far from your friends as possible, needing your space. Opening every door, she peered inside, quickly checking each room as she called out, hoping to find any clue that you were around.

Reaching the girls' room, Robin once again called out, picking up on the slight rumble of sniffles deep within the room. Pausing, she listened out, blocking the excess noises from her friends as the noise continued. Looking around she carefully stepped inside, following the noise towards the other side of the room, wedged behind the closet door.

“Y/n?” Robin called out again, stepping towards the closet. She stayed cautious, hearing the slight sniffles and whimpers growing louder, knowing there was something worse than she initially thought.

Carefully, Robin slid open the door, crouching down to meet your figure huddled in the bottom of the closet. She stayed composed, letting you adjust to her presence, not wishing to startle you into more panic. As your moved your face to meet her she noted the worry in your eyes, clouded by a thick wave of tears. Your breath was deep and sharp, panicked stutters struggling a to form words, distraught by her sudden appearance.

Your hands came up to the door, sliding it back shut, wishing to keep yourself in the quiet dark. As soon as the door clattered shut you let out a relieved cry, huddling your head back into your knees. It had been a long time since you felt like this, so unsafe and detached from who you were; all you wanted to be left alone.

Understanding your request, Robin headed back to the door of the room, hearing a mumble of footsteps approaching her. “Usopp!”

Usopp turned to her, panicked at your unbeknownst state, still believing you were missing. Robin gave him a kind smile, easing his panic as she spoke, her words smooth like honey. “I found her”.

“Where is she?”

“I can’t tell you that, but just know I found her and she’s safe”.

Anything to keep more unwanted company.

“Okay, I’ll go alert everyone else”

Saying her thanks Robin shut the door, giving you both a bit more privacy before the crew noticed two members were now missing. Her attention was now on making sure you were okay, knowing something was troubling you to have you locked away in the closet. She was aware of your past and was soft when you spoke of your worries, sharing bonded stories of betrayal and heartbreak. The two of you shared a close bond, understanding each other fully without judgement, becoming a source of comfort for one another in ways the other members could not understand.

Gently placing herself in front of the closet, Robin sat, crossing her long legs under her. She faced the closet, settling in to the sounds through the door, reading your emotions to know how to proceed.

“I’m still here, Y/n. When you’re ready you can talk or we can sit in silence, whichever you would like. But I’ll be right here either way”

You sniffled, attempting to catch your breath, knowing there was comfort in having Robin around. Although you had your doubts of your safety, you know with her your words would be safe, keeping whatever you say between you both in this room.

“I don’t feel safe” you whispered, voice cracking slightly. The addition of the closed door made opening up easier, giving a sense of boundary to your thoughts and feelings; not wishing to see the pain on her face.

Robin waited through the pause, not wishing to push you for more questions; wanting you to take your time in expression how you felt.

"Yesterday I got this overwhelming sense that I was no longer safe and I didn't know how to shake it. It hit me out of nowhere and I just went on pretending like I was fine, continuing on my day, when in fact it did really blindside me. It reminded me of a very dark place I used to be, that I didn't wish to be apart of anymore, and I felt like I used to; scared and like I can't trust anyone or anything"

"I understand" Robin sighed, taking her time to speak clearly. "Sometimes with trauma we get waves of unpleasant memories that can trigger us and it isn't always talked about. There are obvious triggers that people tell us to avoid, whether it is a certain place or person or even item that collectively provides a triggering sense, like smell, but when the trigger is unknown it can hinder our perception of healing"

"It is always okay to have some drawbacks in healing, even when you think things are fine or you are passed all that. It doesn't make you any less weak or incapable of change, Y/n, it is a normal process that even I face from time to time. And when you continue on, in that moment it may seem like the best course of action for yourself, but in reality breaking away from that situation as soon as you identify what is causing you such pain is really your best option. Your body is trying to survive, it isn't a burden to listen to it. It isn't a burden to want to live"

"I am so proud of you for identifying that you are in an unsafe situation, and for realising you need to take action. You have come such a long way from all those years ago, and even if you don't see it, you have made so much progress. This isn't a setback, Y/n; you are still you and you are still safe. You will always be safe here on this ship, with our friends, in this room. There is nobody that can take away this safe space for you, so I will keep this a secret between us"

Robin slowly stood up, sharing her side of comfort, knowing you needed to resume your position safely and alone. As she walked away from the closet she paused, calling out towards you for a final reassurance, planning to return back to the kitchen with the rest of the crew.

“Take as much time as you need, Y/n, you're safe in here. Your friends, who love you, will all be upstairs when you're ready to join us”

[stargirl230]

thanks for the light

I was just trying to figure out how procreate works but then the op brainworms got to me and 35 hours later here we are! can you tell I miss home-cooked meals :')

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[mirkoluvs]

★ SUPER SHY

sanji (opla) x fem reader

genre: angst to comfort !!

notes: request !! this is a bit of a long one… also, yes. the title is inspired by new jeans hehe. also, request have been closed for a bit because my inbox is flooded… i appreciate the support and will open requests again soon once i finish most of them!

you were sitting as you listened to nami complain about how the crew was running low on money because of luffy’s food needs. you thought about bringing up her clothing addiction, but since you wanted the ship to stay intact, you kept your mouth shut.

“and i always tell him that we have enough to last us in the kitchen, but he never listens! i swear next time he spends money on food without telling me i’ll-“, “nami!”, sanji called out, walking out the kitchen with a tray of drinks. he quickly made his way over to the table that the two of you were at.

“nami, take this. it’ll help you calm down. i know luffy can be stressful”, sanji smiled, handing nami the drink. “why thank you, sanji”, she smiled back, taking the drink from his hand. “hey! what did i do?!”, luffy shouted from the front of the boat where he was watching usopp fish. sanji simply didn’t answer, continuing to smile at nami as he pushed off luffy’s whining.

finally, he turned to you. “for you”, sanji quickly said, handing you your drink and walking off. your eyes narrowed at the short lived interaction. it seemed like he didn’t care about you as much as he did nami. maybe you were overthinking it. but what if you weren’t? had you done something wrong? did you offend him or something?

“y/n?”, nami called out, tapping your shoulder. you jumped at the sudden touch, snapping out of it. “are you okay?”, she asked, a small bit of concern on her face. “yeah, i’m fine. i’m gonna go to the bathroom”, you smiled, quickly dismissing yourself. before she could further question you, you were already gone.

you quickly shut the bathroom door behind you, letting out a sigh. looking up, you stared at your reflection in the mirror. walking closer, you began picking at parts of your face.

is there something wrong with me? sure, i’m not as pretty as nami or other girls, but am i that bad that someone like sanji would barely acknowledge me…? he flirts with every woman he can, yet he always ignores me… that says a lot, huh?

before you could even realize it, there were tears streaming down your face. insecurities were swallowing you whole, it was unbearable. you leaned against the door, sliding down it as you tucked your knees against your chest and laid your head on your knees.

“hey, who’s in there? i gotta use the bathroom”, zoro asked, banging on the door. you jumped at his sudden presence. “sorry, i’ll be out soon”, you replied back, your voice unexpectedly quivering. you didn’t hear a response for a moment, the silence making you a bit nervous. “i’ll just wait, it’s fine”, he replied. before you could respond, he walked away. you sighed as you rested your head against the door.

the day passed by quickly as everyone was seated eating the dinner sanji had prepared. “where’s y/n? nobody ever skips dinner”, sanji asked, holding an extra plate. everyone looked around, shrugging. “i haven’t seen her since this afternoon, she might’ve fell asleep early”, nami answered. sanji rose an eyebrow but didn’t choose to question it.

after everyone, or so he thought, had left the kitchen, he started cleaning up what was left. “what the hell are you still doing in here?”, sanji groaned, being faced with the sight of the green-haired swordsman when he turned around. “quit whining, i can go wherever i want”, zoro fought back.

“did you say something to y/n earlier?”, he asked, picking up a random fruit on the counter. sanji rose an eyebrow as he continued scrubbing the dishes, “no? why are you asking me that”, he asked. “well, i saw her leave right after you gave nami and her those drinks. then i went to the bathroom and she was in there. sounded like she was crying or something”, he told him. sanjis eyes widened at what he said, pausing everything he was doing. “she was crying…?”, sanji muttered, turning to look at zoro who was playing catch with a random apple. “yeah, i guess. but if you say you didn’t do anything then maybe it was something else”, he shrugged, placing the apple down and walking out. sanji stayed in the same position he was in for a moment, thinking about what zoro said. he didn’t remember ever offending you, so what could’ve happened? he sighed, finishing up the last bit of the dishes left before closing up the kitchen.

soon enough, everything was packed away and sanji was able to go to sleep. he let out a yawn as he closed the kitchen door, rubbing his eyes. “finally, i’m exhausted- SHIT”, he exclaimed in shock, running into someone. “who the hell- y/n?”, he questioned in surprise. your eyes were wide as you realized who you had run into. you muttered small curses under your breath as you began to back away. “sorry, i’ll get going”, you started, beginning to turn around as you started to walk away. “no, wait”, sanji interfered, grabbing your wrist. your eyes widened at the motion. “were you gonna try to get leftovers?”, he asked. you let out a light laugh, trying to skim over the topic. “what? no! i just- well…”, you stuttered. yeah, you were busted.

“why weren’t you at dinner? nobody ever skips dinner”, sanji asked. his hand was still on your wrist as he looked into your eyes, a small bit of concern being prominent. “wasn’t hungry”, you muttered, looking away from him. he rose an eyebrow at your odd behavior, something was up and he knew it. “you don’t expect me to believe that when i just caught you trying to sneak leftovers, right?”, he asked, cocking his head to the side. “it doesn’t matter, just forget it. im going to bed”, you sighed, trying to pull your hand away from his hold. “tell me what’s wrong, y/n. did something happen? did someone say something?”, he asked, trying to look you in the eyes, something you were dodging.

“where is this concern suddenly coming from?”, you muttered just loud enough so he could hear you. that left him even more confused than before, his eyebrows tightening as he tried to figure out what you meant. the silence finally pushed you to look at him. you wanted to scoff at his confused expression. “you don’t care about me like the others, and you don’t have to pretend to because it’s just us here”, you told him, your voice a bit stern. his eyes widened at your words, shocked and lost. “wait, what? where is this coming from?”, he asked, a mix of concern and confusion lacing his words. “you always avoid me, sanji, and it hurts. it hurts a lot. you don’t look at me the same way you look at nami and other girls, you always keep our conversations short, hell, sometimes you don’t even look at me when we’re talking. i get it, maybe i’m not pretty like nami, or as entertaining as luffy and usopp, but is that really enough of a reason to hate me?”, you ranted, your voice cracking. once you started, you couldn’t get yourself to stop, it was a never ending pile of word vomit.

once you finished, you sighed, sniffling as you wiped a few tears running down your face. the silence was deafening as you looked at the ground, anxiously waiting for his response. “…is that really what you think?”, he finally muttered, his voice just loud enough so you could hear him. your silence clearly told him what your answer was. “y/n, look at me”, he asked. you remained still, your eyes staring daggers into the ground. he sighed, gently moving your head with two fingers so you’d face him. “listen to me when i say this. i do not hate you. it’s the complete opposite of that, actually. if i knew what i was doing made you feel like this, i would’ve stopped being such a wimp”, he sighed. you rose an eyebrow at his choice of words. “wimp?”, you questioned. “the truth is that i really, really like you. so much that i become a nervous wreck around you. that’s why i kept our conversations so short and never looked you in the eye. cause if i did, i’d probably explode on the spot. but to think that because i was such a coward that i had you feeling like this, had you skipping a meal all because i was nervous. i’m such an asshole”, he spoke, his regret being notable in his tone.

your eyes were blown open at his words, your jaw a bit agape. this whole time you thought he hated your guts, but in reality, it was the complete opposite. he was just nervous around you. you didn’t even know someone like him could get nervous around women. before you could reply, you felt his arms wrap around you, knocking the breath out of you due to shock. “im sorry, y/n. please forgive me. it hurts to see you cry, and it’s even worse knowing it’s my fault”, he apologized, his voice dripping with sorrow. you opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn’t even find words. you were shocked to say the least. sanji took the silence as a form of not accepting his apology, so he sighed. “it’s alright, i understand, i’ll-“, “NO! no, wait. i’m just shocked, that’s all… i forgive you… it’s alright”, you yelped, grabbing onto the sides of his arms. his eyes were wide for a moment, but quickly softened. a small smile grew on his face as he looked at you .

“you know what would be a nice make-up gift, though?”, you started. “what is it? i’ll do anything, you name it”, he answered quickly, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes. just as you were about to speak, your stomach let out a loud grumble. the two of you froze for a second. “guess my stomach spoke for me, huh?”, you laughed. sanji let out a light chuckle.

“one fresh plate coming up!”

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[smoft-demons]

MC needs some extra love

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You’re having an off day. Your demons have asked to make sure nothing’s actually wrong, just to be safe, but they’ve seen you like this a few times before. They understand. You’re just feeling down for no particular reason. Just sad and low energy. Extra tired.

Nothing happened, no one hurt you, nothing’s wrong… you just woke up in a low mood. Because it simply be like that sometimes. You just… need some extra affection today. No reason. It’s okay, they’re not judging. They’ll do what they can to cheer you up a little—they love you, you know. They want to see you smile at least once today.

_______

Lucifer:

When Lucifer notices your mood, he softens towards you a lot. He asks if anything is wrong first of course—they all do—but once he learns that there’s nothing he needs to correct and no one he needs to punish on your behalf, he just softens. He treats you more gently than usual.

He expects you’ll get fed up entertaining all his brothers, with their endless chaotic energy. So he invites you to hide out with him in his office. You are invited to just sit with him and read, or put on some music, or play a game on your DDD, or just rest… or whatever it is that will help.

He’ll even let you curl up in his lap and cuddle with him if that’s what you want. That cheers him up too.

He quietly redistributes the most taxing of your chores for today amongst the seven of them, to give you time to recharge.

You’ll find Levi and Beel doing the dishes for you when it’s your turn, or if you’re supposed to make dinner you’ll find that Mammon and Asmo have already ordered everyone takeout, and they’re already in the middle of setting it all out on the table. You won’t have to do a thing! If you were supposed to clean up a common space in the house, it’ll already be done by some of your assorted pact partners. You might even find sticky notes placed amongst your homework in Lucifer’s, Satan’s, and Belphie’s handwriting, suggesting edits and books titles to check for better information, and pointing out any parts in your work that are particularly well done.

When you check your DDD later, you see that Lucifer had instructed his brothers to take on what they can from you to make your life easier today. He was not planning on letting you know that, clearly—because he sent that in the brothers group chat. You only know because Karasu’s spy feature showed you.

His support is shown in all these soft, quiet details. Peaceful moments. Simple, but unmistakable reminders of how loved you are. It’s okay if you don’t smile today, even though he would like you too. He will verbally remind you that loves you anyway.

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Mammon:

Mammon’s first instinct, of course, is retail therapy. He offers to take you shopping. He’ll even pay for your stuff! He doesn’t mind if it makes you happy!

You appreciate that very much—and maybe you’d be happy to take him up on that if you were sad for a reason, but… you just have no spare energy. Just thinking about going out exhausts you more. You’d have to deal with looking at things! And forming opinions, and deciding on stuff to buy! There’s crowds and cashiers and bright lights and just… stuff outside! You can’t, you just can’t. You have no energy and you can’t.

The first time Mammon sees you like this, he’s confused. You don’t wanna go out? You don’t want any new stuff?? He sure hasn’t felt like that before!

He puts effort into figuring out what will actually help cheer you up instead. He’s considerate that way.

He tries taking you for a long drive. He tries taking tasks off your to-do list. He tries trailing after you all day to keep you company, holding your hand, chattering all day so you can’t hear your thoughts, staying quiet so you don’t get overstimulated. He cycles through every possible approach over the months, on every random day you happen to wake up like this.

It’s all greatly appreciated—and hey, some of his ideas work better than the rest! You feel loved and cared for regardless. It’s impossible to miss how much he adores you.

Eventually though, he strikes gold!

That particular day, he had been telling you a stupid joke every time he ran into you, in an attempt to make you smile. He gets a weak grin for his troubles just about halfway through the day. He beams at you triumphantly at that, impulsively scooping you up for a hug and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, and—aha! THERE’S the smile he was looking for!

From that point on, he knows what to do!

The next time you wake up in this mood, he takes the first opportunity to give you a playfully over the top show of affection. Over the course of the day, he keeps doing it!

He runs into you in the hallway between classes, he (gently) aggressively ruffles your hair as he passes you. He finds you aimlessly walking through the house, you immediately get snatched into his arms for a nice long squeeze. You sit with him as he’s scrolling through devilgram, he sets it aside for a moment to squish your cheeks between his hands and cover your forehead and nose with loud, playful kisses. You go up to him and request attention? You get kiss attacked, and he won’t let up until you crack a smile!

Your brain hurts, he says, echoing your very first explanation. It’s okay though, he says. He’ll kiss it better, he says.

He is MORE than happy to completely discard the tsundere façade to lean into this… over-the-top affectionate silliness, as long as it continues to make you laugh and smile like that.

He won’t admit it, but… this is more honest. This is much closer to who he is at heart than his usual behaviour is. Try as he might, he can’t hide how much he cares to save his life.

The realest aspect of Mammon is not the dumbass, not the money-grubber, not the uncaring cool guy that he pretends to be… no, it’s the goofy dork who loves you SO much that he’d go to any amount of effort to cheer you up.

He’s damn good at it too! HE was put in charge of your well-being for a reason! He’s the best big brother/guardian/friend/pact partner ever, and you’re his to take care of. He’s not letting HIS human go without smiling once for a whole day! You’re the sole member of his family he can openly dote on, and dammit, he will!

_______

Levi:

Levi’s go-to is, of course, distracting you with media. He tries games first, but if you’re too low-energy for that, he gets it. He tries anime, movies, shows, videos, manga, whatever you seem to respond best to.

You’ll notice a theme of letting others help, confiding in friends, opening up to people. There are repeated instances of characters asking for support from the rest of the cast and then being helped and taken care of. Lots of power of friendship stories, lots of hurt/comfort and “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not if it’s you” and team-as-family.

Maybe, just maaaybe, he’s trying to tell you something!

He relaxes when you explain that you just woke up like this, sometimes this just happens and it’s no one’s fault, there’s no problem, he doesn’t have to worry about you. He gets that! Sometimes he wakes up like that too. It does happen!

But… you’re his player two! He wants to worry about you!

So he takes care of you the way he wishes someone would take care of him when he gets like that. Gives you the extra love he knows first-hand that you need right now. He lets you choose the entertainment, he holds your hand, and mirrors what you do to self-soothe.

If you wanna lie on the floor and stare at his jellyfish decorations, he’s right next to you. If you wanna tell Henry how you’re feeling, he’s right there with you doing the same so you don’t have to feel self-conscious. If you’re stimming, he will too. That one makes him happy as well! If you wanna burrow into a pile of blankets and plushies like a hognose snake, he totally gets it and will also do that. He does that anyway sometimes, just because it’s comfy.

There’s not a hint of judgement from Levi. Ever. He gets it.

When you guys HAVE to leave his room, like for meals and such, he lends you his headphones. So you don’t get overstimulated from all the noise his brothers make. He never goes far from you, either. He always stays close enough that you can reach for him if you want to.

After dinner, when you’re tired and done with trying to act normal (not that even one of your demons is fooled), Levi brings you back to his room. He asks if you have any requests, anything you want to do, anything he can do to help you. If you know what you need, he’ll just do it. If you don’t, he’ll offer comfort in some form that makes sense to him. He understands that all you really need is some extra love when you’re like this, so he’s not at a loss. He gets it, he feels the same way sometimes, he can do that!

You end up curled up in his lap, hiding your face in his shoulder as he watches an anime you’ve both seen before at a low volume. Familiar and comforting. He’s happy to just sit and chill with you until you feel like you’ve recharged enough. He knows you’d do the same for him.

_______

Satan:

Satan’s instinct, once he learns what’s going on, is to bring you to the quiet spot outside where the stray cats he has befriended gather and then plonk the chillest one in your lap.

Cats are perfect fluffy little warm purring bundles of free therapy, after all. How could you not be recharged by this?

He’s not wrong, the cat definitely helps. It is in fact a perfect creature.

But… well, you don’t bother to spend the energy on saying so, but being outside isn’t really helping. You cringe at every loud noise. The wind ruffling your clothes every so often is annoying you. You’re sitting on concrete and it’s making you cold. The streetlights feel particularly aggressive to your eyes today. Very stabby. There are smells outside! No one wants that!

You love the cats, but Satan is giving them all his attention and you’re getting just a little bit jealous. You as well are giving the cat in your lap all your attention, and—as stupid as you feel about it—you’re getting a little bit jealous about that too. You want attention too! All the cat has to do is be cute and soft and it can have all the petting and cuddling it wants! As it deserves, yes, but… don’t you as well, though..?

You try to push that feeling away and just pet the cat. The cat did nothing wrong, you still love it, you’re supposed to be feeling MORE recharged from this! Not… whatever it is you do feel. At the end of the day you still enjoy petting the cat and you don’t want it to leave. That’s still true and that’s what matters, you tell yourself.

Eventually the cat decides it’s had enough petting for now, and gets up. Satan checks on you, fully expecting you to be thoroughly cheered up! Instead he sees you staring forlornly at your hands, mostly zoned out. Confused, he asks if you’re okay.

You nod once, giving him a hollow smile.

Now he’s concerned. He takes a minute to finish petting the cats surrounding him—noting the hint of jealousy in your eyes as you observe him—then comes to sit on the concrete stair next to you.

He gently points out that he knows you well enough to detect a lie. Especially an unconvincing lie like that. You give a noncommittal hum in reply. That’s all you have the energy for.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you slump against his side. Your head leans against his shoulder. His other arm comes up to stroke your head for a moment, then drops down again to take your hand.

In a small, tired voice, you thank him. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in reply.

Eventually he adjusts you so he can hold you more comfortably. Every so often he kisses the top of your head, or rubs your shoulder, or squeezes your hand, or says something quietly to you. Pointing out a interesting leaf shape, telling you something inconsequential about his day, prompting you to look when one of the cats does something cute, reminding you that he loves you and it’s okay to feel like this. That he enjoys your company no matter what mood you’re in.

This helps a lot more. Eventually you have enough energy to reply to him in full sentences! He’s visibly relieved at that. Still, he continues to hold you.

It’s after this point that a different cat comes up to you. It sniffs your shoelace then rubs itself against your leg. It flops over your shoe, stretching adorably with its little paws reaching up. It looks up at you all wide-eyed and cute, and finally you give a short puff of a laugh. Satan feels it more than hears it, but still!! He feels successful!

You pet this cat as it stands up and sniffs at your free hand. You look at it with a little smile. There’s a bit more soul in this smile, to Satan’s relief.

Later, as the two of you are leaving, he slips the cat a treat and whispers a thank you to it. Then he takes your hand again and leads you back home.

(He makes a mental note to himself for next time: pet the sad human first!! Then go see the cats!)

_______

Asmo:

Asmo notices that you’re having one of those days today, and he rushes to spoil you. Like Mammon, his first instinct is to take you shopping—but specifically for clothes and makeup and skincare products. Stuff that would cheer him up.

But you’re tired, and he understands that. It’s okay, he still knows what to do!

Asmo brings you into his room. You curl up in a sad, tired lump on his bed. He lets you chill there while he gathers up the stuff he wants.

He returns to you with his arms full of stuff! Nail polish, face masks, a hairbrush, moisturizer and hair oil, etc etc. Stuff for taking care of you.

He makes a point of only doing stuff that doesn’t sting at all. No plucking eyebrows or messing with your cuticles or anything like that. Just the stuff that feels nice.

Asmo quietly chatters about people he knows and stuff he’s used and whatever the latest gossip he’s heard is. Not even really to inform you this time, because he knows you’re probably not gonna remember much when you’re like this, but more to provide you with a constant, grounding backdrop of his familiar voice.

He speaks softly to you as he wipes your face with cleanser and then proceeds with his skincare process. He gently brushes your hair, spending twice as long as necessary just because it feels nice. He insists you don’t bother to move as he sits next to you and paints your nails.

At some point he runs out of stuff to do, so he ends up just brushing over your face with a clean makeup brush. No product on it at all, he’s just doing it to make you relax, because it’s soft and it feels nice. It’s meditative, honestly. For both of you.

He spends a good long while doing that.

He finishes up and lies down next to you. He pulls you into a cuddle. You offer to return the favour for him. Do his skincare and hair and nails and stuff for him, spoil him back—because he deserves the best.

For the first time ever, he declines. He shushes you and holds you tighter. This is the only situation in which he would ever refuse that!

He says you’re more than welcome to return the favour tomorrow if you like, but for now he just wants you to rest. He did all that for you to get you in this relaxed state you’re in right now, don’t get up and un-relax yourself so fast! Keep your brain turned off! It’s good for you sometimes!

… yes, Asmo is surprised by his own selflessness too—more surprised than you are by now, knowing him. He’s always been selfless for your sake since you first became his friend. It still surprises him though.

_______

Beel:

Beel is your best guy for validation. For quiet, thoughtful, unwavering support. He’s a lot more insightful than he’s often given credit for. He’s one of the best people in this family in terms of emotional intelligence, no question about it.

He knows just what to do. He observes you as the day goes on, taking the first opportunity to pull you aside and check on you without any others around. Just to make absolutely sure there’s nothing else going on.

His voice is soft, his hands are gentle, and he puts effort into understanding you. You’re family, he loves you so much! So of course he would.

He’ll share his food with you of course—both because he wants you to know that he loves you that much, and because he’s trying to remove a task from your to-do list. You don’t have to think about getting food and preparing it and any of that if he just. Does it for you. You can spend your very limited energy elsewhere.

He’ll take you with him on his routine walk, just so you can have a change of scenery and an opportunity to chat uninterrupted.

He listens to you complain about being outside with his characteristic placid sympathy—a combination that would be a bit contradictory if it came from anyone else, but somehow makes perfect sense for Beel. It’s soothing. Reassuring, somehow. He helps a lot, just by being himself.

When you inevitably run out of energy—much quicker than you usually do, but you expected that—he offers to carry you. Or rather, he automatically goes to do it on muscle memory, because that’s just what he does with tired loved ones (Belphie usually). He catches himself and realizes he should ask first in this case. Just to make sure. He’s considerate like that.

You are very tired… and you want contact. So of course you accept the offer. How could you refuse when he offers so earnestly?

He walks in measured, consistent steps as he carries you. The sway of his movement is deliberately relaxing. He’s trying to lull you into a meditative haze, or maybe put you to sleep. Either is good, he thinks.

The warmth of him makes the… everything about being outside when you’re feeling this way a lot more tolerable. The sounds of his footsteps, his breaths, his heartbeat… all of that drowns out the background noise just enough. Your face is pressed into his jacket, so the streetlights don’t stab your eyes and all the distressingly inconsistent outside smells are entirely covered by the spices-aromatics-soap scent of Beel. It’s a smell you know very well, and the familiarity of it is grounding.

Everything about him is grounding, really. He really did know exactly what to do.

At the end of the day… it’s okay if you don’t smile. He would like you to, of course, but he will meet you where you’re at. Anyway, it’s more important to him that you feel like it’s safe to show however it is you actually feel around him. He understands the amount of trust that takes, and he’s honoured by it. Nothing is more important to him than that trust.

So, you don’t have to smile. It’s okay.

Don’t be strong, he tells you. There’s no need, for now. Just let him. Rest, lean on his strength—he’s got more than enough for both of you. He’s got you. He’s not going anywhere.

_______

Belphie:

Oh, you’re tired? A bit sad, a bit grouchy? Damn. Looks like even HE has more energy than you today. That’s not something he sees often! Well, that’s fine. He knows what to do.

It’s straight to baby jail with you!

In his arms, that is. In bed, surrounded by his best pillows, covered by the least warm heavy blanket he has, so you won’t overheat but will still feel nice and covered.

He positions you so you’re facing each other, with your head tucked under his chin. So you have room to comfortably breathe and talk, but your face is still as covered as possible so you won’t be bothered by any lights.

Emotional intelligence may not be Belphie’s strong suit, but he is observant and he understands exhaustion. This may not exactly be the usual kind of exhaustion, but still! There’s no demon better equipped to understand what’s going on with you right now, just by nature.

He’s totally fine with cuddling you in silence if you don’t feel like talking. That really works for him, actually, because it allows him to nap.

Not that he doesn’t WANT to listen to you. He does. He’d be happy to. But he gets it if you don’t wanna bother with that. It’s okay.

He will, however, delay taking a nap until you doze off first. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. He’s not about to just fall asleep and abandon you if you still need attention.

If you’re not falling asleep very fast, he will help. Not with magic, surprisingly. He’s being more… gentle, he supposes, than that in this situation.

He talks quietly about nothing important. The soft drone of his voice, kept consistent and deliberately soporific, melts into your brain like butter, slowing it way down. Blocking everything else out. Gradually turning it off. One hand rubs your back slowly, almost as if to match the rhythm of his voice.

It’s so relaxing. You feel like you could stay like this forever and never want to move, you’re that comfortable.

Belphie knows what he’s doing.

It works really well! He makes sure you feel loved and cared for, then makes sure you get some extra rest. Mental and physical recharging.

Of course, you wake up feeling a lot better. Maybe not entirely back to your normal self yet, but definitely better. How could you not?

You’re a lot less tired after you’ve slept, and less sad too… so he’s succeeded—but you’re still not smiling!

He can fix that, right?

He lets you get up and stretch first, of course. He does the same. Before you leave the room though, he wraps you up in another hug.

He pulls back to examine your face after a minute or two.

Hmm… you look comfy, but still no smile! He can’t have that! So he hugs you tightly again, but this time his fingers start to lightly poke and brush over your sides. He’s trying to force you to smile by tickling you. He’s not gonna do too much, he’s not trying to overwhelm you. He stops as soon as you crack a smile.

There we go, he says as he gives you one last gentle squeeze. That was all he wanted, he tells you.

He doesn’t let go of you for long, over the rest of the day. Always holding your hand, giving you random hugs, draping himself over your shoulders—but without making you take all his weight for once, because he knows you’re still kinda tired. Enough of it to be soothing, but no more. Just so you don’t get lonely. He doesn’t want you to get all sad again.

If you do get sad again though, it’s okay. He will squish the sadness out of you all over again, as many times as you need. He doesn’t mind.

_______

[deadeery]

nice to see you again

[fernandesart]

Brothers✨️

[r0semultiverse]

this recently happened to one of my friends

[kubfoo]

damn.

[meidiary]

( 📁 ) THINGS THEY DO TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU PT. 2

synopsis: luffy realizes he does love you (aka the happy ending you deserved 🤧)

character: luffy

warning: angst to comfort/fluff, nickname

mei's note: the part 2 of this prequel, idk what happened in the prequel tbh, the angst just suddenly appeared 😔.. hope you enjoy <3

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he thought he'd feel better. he thought he'd be relieved. relieved from your constant needs of love and affection, relieved from the facade he'd been putting up to minimize the damage you'd take on when he'd finally break it off between you two. he deluded himself into thinking he did the right thing for you and him. his excuse for breaking you? he lost the need for you. he lost the sparkles in his eyes whenever he'd see you smile his way. and so, he thought it was for the best to do what he did.

but if it were for the best, then why? why is his heart aching the second he sees you, the morning after he unofficially broke it off with you, with eyebags underneath your eyes and slightly swollen cheeks from all your crying? why does he feel the sudden need to embrace you in his arms and nuzzle his face in the warmth of your neck? why is the memory of you playing with his fingers, while the two of you shiver on deck with a blanket wrapped around you, haunting his mind? is it normal for him to want to hold you and tell that you he still loves you, that he was wrong for every pushing you away from him, that he wants to ramble on and on to you about all the little things he adores about you? the little things ranging from the soft smile you always present to others even if you're upset, to how you always take on the role of waking everyone up in the morning for breakfast or when you slightly tilt your head to the side whenever you get confused, usually to the right, or how you routinely help sanji out with the meals he makes, hoping to lift some pressure off his shoulders.

which, all of a sudden, really bothers luffy. the way you're standing way too close to the blonde cook, and how he rests his hand on your shoulder, asking you what's wrong, is really starting to irritate him. have you moved on from him so easily, so quickly? was what you two had so negligible? just then, he realized how ironic he was being. because he was the one that left you shaking and sobbing, he was the one that broke you down and didn't even bother to pick you back up, he was the one that took hurt you, yet here he was eyeing sanji like he took you away from luffy.

"darling, you look a little tired. are you sure you're up for helping me with breakfast?" sanji questions, worried about your state. "i'm fine, sanji. thanks for asking, though.." you send him a tired smile. each time you blink, you keep your eyes closed a little longer than before, resulting from you staying up all night crying into your pillow. sanji immediately notices and swiftly, but carefully, takes the knife in your hands away from you before you accidentally chop your fingers off. "that's enough helping out of you today." with that he picks you up, bridal style, and walks you out of the kitchen. "wha- sanji! what're you doing?" you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. "you're going to take a long, nice, nap, sweetheart."

he brings you to your shared bedroom with nami before telling you to call him if you need anything. all this not being missed by luffy, as he's glued his eyes on you the minute he saw you. your strawhat captain waited patiently for sanji to, finally, leave your room before he made his way to you.

"hey-" luffy started, for the first time ever being self-conscious about how to start a conversation with you. he sat on the end of your bed, waiting for something better to come out of his mouth, or out of yours.. to no avail. "talk to me.." he stammered, desperate for a comment from you. you sit up straight in your bed, pulling your knees up for you to rest your chin on. "what do you want me to say?" you voiced, barely louder than a whisper. you feel nothing by seeing him sitting by your feet, or at least, you can't express what you're feeling as a result of all your emotions and feelings being cried out of your body, last night. "anything- just, talk to me.. please?"

you let out a small sigh before leaning against the headboard of your bed. "if i had the energy to, i'd have slapped you ten times by now." you disclose, rolling your eyes at the black-haired guy scooting closer to you. he made it to your pulled up knees, leaning on the side of your leg. he was waiting for you to continue, looking at you patiently. "and if i could, i'd throw you off the ship, just to see you suffer a little bit before zoro or sanji save you.." your eyes start to get watery as you try your hardest not to shed one more tear in front of him. "if i could, i would burn that straw hat of yours so you'd feel a little of what i was feeling all this time!" you were surprised, you thought you had cried out all of your tears but here you were, waterstreams flowing ou to your eyes. "and you know what sucks the most? i could never do those things to you because i care way too fucking much about someone that doesn't about me!"

his heart clenched when hearing those words come out of your mouth. seeing you crying because of him, yet again. normally, this would be the moment he walks out to clear his head. but he can't, not now. luffy realized during the time he was "acting" like he cared for you, loved you, adored you, he fell for you. he didn't mean to, he didn't, and we would've never realized it, but here he was, his arms wrapped around you, your face placed on his chest resulting in his shirt soaking in your tears, his hand on your waist another on the back of your head as your grip on his tear-soaked t-shirt slowly loosens. for what felt like the first time, you knew he cared, he wanted to be there with you, he needed you as much as you needed him.

"you better not walk out anymore, luf'.." you mumble, melting in his embrace. "i won't, you've got me for good now, my sunshine. for good.." he smiles, finally feeling at peace, with you, his love.

mei's note: SO. hope this was a good happy ending 🤧 !! mwuah, love you &lt;3

[dehydration-stati0n]

Hi! How are you? Would it be okay if I request a platonic headcanon where Zoro, Marco, and Sanji (separately, you also don't have to do all three if you don't want to! Wasn't sure if you had a character limit) reaction to them overhearing the reader and the readers s/o fighting and the readers s/o slaps the reader? Thank you in advance!

Zoro, Marco, and Sanji when your S/O hits you during an argument

Hope you enjoy this anon! Sorry about confusing you with the character limit, I usually don't mind how many characters you request as long as it's not a ridiculous amount :)

Rules Word Count: 0.7k Spoilers: None

Zoro

He doesn't pay any attention to you both when you start arguing

He finds it slightly annoying since he's probably trying to take a nap

You guys decided to start fighting right in the middle of the deck

everyone else on the crew had left to get supplies for the next island, leaving you three alone

Zoro's in between you two the second he hears you get hit

He doesn't say anything to you s/o, just glares at them with one hand on his swords

He and you are pretty close so you can bet he's pissed

He thought of cutting their hand off, and if you weren't standing right there, he probably would've

He isn't all too good at comforting people so all you're really gonna get is an awkward pat on the back and questionable advice

He'll sit with you for as long as you need though

If you break up with them, he'll threaten them

full on like "I'll kill you"

He takes his friend's well-being seriously, and if this really seemed to put you off, then he'd be more than willing to go the extra mile

If you stay together then he'll just be REALLY passive aggressive

Might trip them randomly, but if it didn't seem to affect you too much, he'll leave it be

ridiculously petty about it all so be ready for that

Marco

Starts eavesdropping the second he hears you two arguing

I imagine him to be such a sucker for drama

He feels like he's gotta play the 'older brother' role with you as well, so technically he's obligated to stick around to make sure everything's alright

The second your s/o hits you, he's in the middle of you both restraining their arms

pretty easily at that, Marco is absolutely overpowering them

He might accidentally burn their wrists depending on how mad he is

he's pretty calm, so I don't imagine it would be too bad of a burn, but it'd be enough to get the point across

Snitches to Whitebeard

Marco makes sure you're good once the heat of the moment kinda dies out

If you stay with them, he probably asks how you're doing almost every day to make sure you're not getting abused

He'll be a little less petty than Zoro but still very passive towards them

If he ever hears they hit you again, you're s/o is getting kicked off the ship

If you break up, then Whitebeard's kicking him off

Or they'll kick themselves off by how cold Marco acts towards them

Sanji

He's in the middle of it before they hit you

He's already trying to deescalate the fight before it can reach that stage

But when he turns his back for a second and they hit you, bro will start beating them

absolutely knocks your s/o out

Although, if your s/o is a girl he'll push her back a little, stopping her from getting anywhere close to you

when he sees you shaking on the ground in shock and in tears he stops what he's doing and immediately kneels down beside you

he'll gently guide you to the kitchen, where he'll lock the door to prevent your s/o from getting in and make you some sort of tea

Like one of those teas meant for relaxing

comforts you

He'll get a blanket and ask if you're ok

He's probably apologizing for letting his guard down and letting them hit you

If you stay with them, he'll constantly start fights

like the fights, he starts with Zoro but 10x worse

If your s/o is a girl he'll act a little stand-offish

He isn't flirting or being overly nice, just polite

Either gender I could see him "accidentally" making food they don't like

If you break up with them he's making sure they feel like shit

How dare they hit you? someone so close to him?

He's acting the same as before if your s/o is a girl, with side comments here and there about the incident

would internally feel so relieved if/when they leave

[winderlylandchime]

forever our captain

[bekkomi]

Reverse AU or time travel shenanigans of Law and tiny Rosinante that I wish there was a long fic for

[maomango-doodle]

Playing around with the color wheel WEEE

[tinfairies]

The most depraved thought crossed my mind, so now you're all gonna hear it.

Luffy gets obsessed with shoving things up your cunt and watching you push them out.

It started with him always wanting to watch you push his creampies out of your pussy, then it evolved into him begging to push ping pong balls into you.

He then bought silicone eggs to shove inside you.

Luffy gets you so wet and pops them in one by one, watching your tummy swell as you're filled up. Licks at your pussy as you push the eggs out, spreading you open with his fingers so he can get a good look.

"Come on, mami. Push for me, wanna watch this pretty pussy gape."