"was wondering where you slipped off to."
a month ago, you think, the sound of a man's voice in your kitchen well past midnight would have given you a heart attack. instead, much to your chagrin, shanks' low rasp—heavy with sleep—only has warmth curling in your chest. you purse your lips.
"’s my home. where would i go?"
shanks presses up against your back. only half an hour ago he’d done the same, tucked beneath the covers of your bed and curled around you so tightly it’d been a challenge to pry yourself free and slip away. you’d thrown on his shirt—plucked it from a corner of your room, a puddle of sea-softened cotton, not bothering to button it any further than you’d found it. he pinches at the sleeve and tugs it down, dragging the fabric down over your arm until it settles, buttoned opening only just covering the swell of your breast.
he’s gentle, touch slight as he brushes the knuckle of his index finger up your bicep. his lips are equally soft when he kisses at your shoulder. his hand finds your stomach, pressing into you, pressing you back into him, then sliding over and settling at the crook of your waist.
that mouth trails over your newly bared skin, up the slope of your collar to unabashedly bury his face into your neck and inhale, deep and slow.
"mm." the noise he lets out is something between a grunt and a sigh, low and rumbling against you. "dunno. you always find somewhere to hide away. what're you making? better be good, for my troubles."
"cookies," you say absent-mindedly, eyes trained on the orange glow of the stovetop light before you where two large brown cookies, still on their baking sheet, are cooling. then you blink. "your troubles?"
"woke up to an empty bed," he bemoans, "had to come down so many flights—"
"three. you think i don't know how tall my lighthouse is?"
"so energetic in the middle of the night. where do you even find the energy?"
you tut, reaching up with your hand to lace your fingers in his hair. almost immediately he turns his face into your palm, pressing a kiss there and rushing to leave more on the pads of your fingers, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin of your inner wrist.
"same place you find the energy to complain, i suppose." your thumb twitches as he nips at the base. "i could kick you out, you know."
"how cruel." his hold around you tightens. "you know my back hurts when i sleep on your stoop."
your head snaps to the side, determined to hide the way your face burns at that straightforward confession. luckily shanks seems preoccupied continuing to kiss at that hand, and a second later the oven timer beeps, drawing the attention of both of you.
"looks good," he says, loosening his grip just enough to let you reach out for one of the cookies, now cool enough to pry from the baking sheet.
"does roux ever bake?"
shanks lets out a bark of laughter. "roux's more of a hearty stew kinda guy."
"ah. 'course." your words are mumbled, spoken through the gooey mass of molten chocolate you've just bitten into. still warm, the cookie begins to fall apart almost immediately, collapsing between your fingers—shanks leans in to catch the greater part of the mess with his tongue, laving it over your palm and then up the length of your fingers for any remaining trace of chocolate, careful to press the roughness of his scruffy cheek along your shoulder with each movement. it draws gooseflesh there, sends a shiver down your spine that pools warmly at the base of your stomach.
"i made two for a reason, you know." in the dark quiet of your kitchen at this hour, you keep your voice low, barely more than a whisper.
"mm." his hum is more chipper this time, muffled around your finger as he slowly draws back. "we can split that one too if you'd like."
but his arm tightens around you once more, and he drags his nose along the length of your neck, lips brushing over the skin. when he reaches the base he pauses, pressing a kiss there—then another to the side, and another, lingering and meticulous as he crosses your nape.
"or," he starts, as if breathing a secret, "we could go back to bed."
"sounds like you've made up your mind."
"come back to bed with me. you need rest."
your lips twitch, all too aware that his plans hardly involve rest—yet still you nod. "fine."
and as soon as the word falls from your lips he has you slung over his shoulder, already on his way towards the stairwell. you catch one final glance at the lonely leftover cookie; in the morning it'll be hard, cold, and far too much to eat alone, but shanks has the right idea, you suppose.
you'd much rather spend the rest of the night tangled in the sheets with him.
Younger!Toshinori who has stamina for days and the highest fucking sex drive.
Younger!Toshinori who feels bad whenever you say you're so sore and tired, but he just needs to keep humping and fucking and his cock is so hard
Younger!Toshinori who can't help himself. Whenever he sees you in such a cute outfit, he's got to have his hands on you. He loves to squeeze your ass, touch your tits. He's a pervert, but he keeps it hidden from the public eye.
Younger!Toshinori who is always so desperate to cum inside you. Sure, he likes the look of his cum all over your body, but he pleads with you that 'inside just feels so good, please please please'.
Younger!Toshinori who stains his underwear with precum all the time. He's always hard whenever he sees you. He's never ever felt this way before. You make him feel like he's going insane with lust.
Older!Toshinori who doesn't have the same stamina, but that sex drive never went away.
Older!Toshinori who surprises you with morning head and makes you cum at least twice before he even lets you out of bed most mornings.
Older!Toshinori who you've caught stealing your underwear, though he swears he was just trying to do your laundry for you.
Older!Toshinori who is always still so horny. His underwear is still stained with precum. He often has to jerk off or find you to have sex because he swears he's going insane with lust still.
Older!Toshinori who still loves groping your tits and your ass, and he actually does it a lot more now because he's out of the public eye more than ever now.
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Bagginshield:: Join me maybe? by caylren
He's so handsome and such a sweet sweet man with such a pure soul.
I'm gonna *extended censor beeping sounds lasting approximately four hours* and that's just the first round.
This is how you celebrate your creators, right?
Synopsis: When you get lost on an island, your favorite pirate starts to search for you.
Luffy did not get why everyone was freaking out so much.
“[Your Name] is tough! They’ll be fine!” he had said, hands behind his head as the rest of the crew scrambled to search for you.
But even as he said it, something inside him nagged at him.
Sure, you were strong. But you were also alone. And that was not okay.
So, with his usual carefree attitude, Luffy shot his arm out and launched himself into the jungle, swinging from trees like a wild monkey. He laughed as he flew through the air, dodging birds and snapping twigs beneath him.
“[Your Name]!!” he called, his voice echoing through the thick canopy.
Nothing.
His grin faltered—just a little.
Then, finally, he spotted a familiar figure sitting on a fallen log, looking frustrated but unharmed.
“There you are!”
You looked up, eyes wide as he came crashing down in front of you.
“Luffy?!”
He landed with a bounce, dusting himself off like nothing happened. “Took me forever to find you!”
You scoffed. “Yeah, because you were probably messing around instead of actually looking!”
Luffy grinned, unfazed. “I found you, didn’t I?”
You sighed, standing up. “Come on, let’s just get back—”
Before you could take another step, he stretched his arm out, grabbing your wrist.
You blinked. “Luffy?”
His grip was firm. “You scared me, y’know.”
You blinked at his serious tone. “I—”
But then, just like that, the moment passed. His grin returned, wide and carefree.
“Let’s go! Race you back!”
And before you could protest, he grabbed you and launched the both of you into the trees, laughing all the way.
Zoro’s thoughts were a mess.
He couldn’t believe this was happening.
Of course, the moment you got separated from the crew, he had promised to find you. No one else could, he figured, since everyone else had gone into full panic mode.
It wasn’t that he was worried, not exactly. He was just… annoyed.
You were strong. You could handle yourself. Still, it didn’t sit right with him that you were out there, alone in a place like this.
The dense jungle did not help his mood. He was used to finding his way in places like this, but this island was a mess—thick vines, strange plants, and the damn humidity messing with his clothes.
After what felt like an eternity of searching, he finally spotted you, sitting by a small creek, looking up at the sky.
“There you are,” Zoro muttered under his breath.
You blinked at him in surprise. “Zoro?”
He crossed his arms, relieved but unwilling to show it. “I told you I’d find you.”
“You could’ve been looking harder,” you teased, standing up.
He gave you a flat look. “I’m not the one who wandered off. Next time, stick close.”
You smirked, eyes scanning the jungle around you. “You’re lucky I’m not really lost. Still, thanks for coming after me.”
He turned his back to you. “Let’s get back to the ship before the others burn everything down.”
You followed after him, silently grateful that despite Zoro’s gruff exterior, his actions spoke louder than words.
Sanji’s heart was racing as he searched the island for you.
He had already cooked two meals for the crew in hopes that you’d come back hungry, but none of that mattered now.
You were missing. Alone.
It was unacceptable.
The second he realized you weren’t on the ship anymore, he threw himself into action, pushing past his usual calm composure. You were his priority now.
His thoughts raced as he walked through the dense jungle. He imagined every horrible possibility—what if you were captured by some monster, or worse, hurt?
“[Your Name]!!” he called, voice straining with worry.
A rustle in the trees ahead made him freeze. His eyes widened when he saw you, sitting near a large rock.
“Thank the heavens…” He rushed toward you, kneeling in front of you. “I’ve been frantic! You’re alright?”
You blinked, slightly confused but also touched. “Sanji, I’m fine. Just got a little lost.”
“Lost?” He pulled you into a fierce hug, hands cupping your face as he inspected you closely. “I was so worried! Don’t ever wander off like that again!”
You chuckled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “I didn’t mean to, I promise.”
His eyes softened, though the intensity of his emotions remained. “Then let me take care of you. I’ll make you the best meal you’ve ever had, my darling.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Sanji, we need to get back to the ship first.”
He looked at you, eyes softening. “I’ll carry you there if I must.”
You smiled, rolling your eyes. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“And you love me,” he replied smoothly, pulling you into his arms.
Usopp was terrified.
His heart was racing, and his legs were shaking with every step he took. He couldn’t believe it—you were out there somewhere, lost.
“Okay, okay, just calm down, Usopp,” he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. “You can do this.”
But even as he said it, his thoughts wandered. He knew how capable you were, but there were so many unknowns in the jungle. Monsters, traps, dangers he could only imagine.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of you—sitting on the ground, staring at the sky as if you didn’t have a care in the world.
“[Your Name]!” Usopp exclaimed, a breath of relief escaping his chest.
You looked up in surprise, blinking as you registered him. “Usopp?”
He practically ran to you, his heart still pounding. “I’m so glad you’re okay! I thought—”
You stood up, brushing off your pants. “I was fine. But I’m glad you found me.”
Usopp gave you a nervous laugh. “I had to fight through countless dangers just to get here. There were—uh, there were wolves. And some crazy jungle beasts! You wouldn’t believe—”
You raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t run from a butterfly, did you?”
His face turned red. “I did not! The butterfly was suspicious!”
You laughed, and Usopp felt his chest warm. He took your hand gently. “Let’s get back to the others.”
Shanks felt something he hadn’t in years: panic.
It wasn’t like him to lose his cool. But the moment he realized you were missing, his calm and collected demeanor cracked.
You were important to him. And the thought of you being out there alone—it didn’t sit right.
He tried not to let the worry show, but the feeling only intensified as he searched the island. The jungle seemed to stretch on forever, and every rustling noise made him tense.
It wasn’t until he finally spotted you sitting by the shore, gazing out at the ocean, that the tightness in his chest released.
“You’re okay?” His voice was soft, a little rough with emotion.
You turned, smiling at the sight of him. “Shanks! Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t get lost, really.”
He let out a relieved laugh, though there was still a trace of worry in his eyes. “Don’t scare me like that again, alright?”
You nodded, standing up and walking toward him. “I’m sorry, but it’s nice to have a little quiet time. Thanks for coming after me.”
He gave you a lopsided grin. “Always. Let’s head back before the crew starts causing chaos.”
Buggy was freaking out.
“WHERE IS [YOUR NAME]?! WHAT IF THEY’VE BEEN TAKEN BY SOME MONSTERS?!”
His crew was starting to wonder if their captain had completely lost it. He had been running around the jungle, shouting your name for what felt like hours.
The truth? He was terrified.
It wasn’t just the fear of losing you; it was the fear that he had failed.
When he finally spotted you sitting near a stream, his relief was almost overwhelming.
“[YOUR NAME]!” he shouted, rushing over to you.
You barely had time to react before he was practically throwing himself at you, hugging you like his life depended on it.
“You’re alright! Oh, thank the gods!”
You blinked, confused but also a little touched. “Buggy, I’m fine. I wasn’t in any danger.”
He pulled back, his expression dramatic. “Don’t you dare leave me alone like that again! I couldn’t bear it!”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Okay, okay, I won’t do it again.”
But Buggy was already smirking, his usual bravado back in full force. “Guess you missed me, huh?”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
But the fact that he had come for you, no questions asked, made your heart flutter just a little.
Artist: kystktstura
Spock, Jim has vanished without a trace, is this really the best use of your time
flustered zoro 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 somethin about making a stoic man blush
eeeeee yesyesyessss
flustered zoro who’s ears turn pink when you straddle him for the first time. your relationship is still a new, fragile thing taking shape and you worry you might’ve stepped on a boundary when he freezes under you but when you go to get off and apologize, he’s grabbing your waist and pulling you in closer.
zoro’s a hard man to read even after you’ve broken down some of his walls but up close like this, you wonder how he ever hid a single thought from you. its all there, written plainly across his face. the flush that blooms across his cheeks as you rock your hips against his, the silent plea for more behind his eye and you can’t help but kiss his parted lips as you grind down harder against his bulge.
he lets you use him to chase your pleasure, his hands sliding down to knead your ass and help you move when you start getting close. zoro blushes down to his chest when you cry out his name and he can feel your cunt pulse even between all the layers that separate you, only growing when you plant kisses all over his face and ask if you can help him out too.