Rebloged So Maybe Someday I Can Diy This Into Existence

Besed off @0000alisa 's drawing of Luffy and Animal

I feel like they would girlboss so good

Zoro: waiter, this soup is cold

Sanji: its Gazpacho

Zoro: okay

Zoro: Gazpacho, this soup is cold

applying lessons (ref to this comic)

Unintentional couple behaviour

you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?

characters: luffy, kidd, katakuri, shanks and mihawk

(zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo)

a/n: since a loooot asked for more, here I am eheh

words count: around 0.4k - 1.1k each

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

You don’t know when it started.

Maybe it was the way Luffy always stole food from your plate, but make sure to never let anyone else touch it.

Maybe it was how he always grabbed your hand first whenever the crew split up.

Maybe it was how he insisted on napping with you, his head always finding your lap, his arms always looping around you like a makeshift pillow.

Whatever it was, it had been going on for way too long. And the worst part is that you never questioned it.

Until now.

It starts with Sanji.

You’re sitting at the dinner table, picking at your food, when Sanji suddenly snorts “You two should just date already.”

You blink “…What?”

Sanji gestures between you and Luffy “You’re basically a couple anyway.”

You choke on your drink.

Luffy just tilts his head, mid-bite “Huh?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Seriously? You guys act like a couple all the time.”

You open your mouth to argue, to deny everything, but then Nami nods “He’s right, you know.”

Usopp grins “Yeah, I mean, have you even seen yourselves?”

Franky chuckles “Super obvious, bro.”

You stare. And then Zoro, of all people, grunts “They’re not wrong.”

Your brain short-circuits. Luffy just blinks at all of them, then turns to you “Wait… are we a couple?”

Your face burns “No!”

The crew groans.

“Oh, come on.”

“You’re in denial.”

“This is painful to watch.”

You glare “We’re just friends!”

Luffy nods “Yeah! Just friends!”

The crew stares. Then Brook smiles “Oh? Then you wouldn’t mind if I asked y/n out on a date?”

Silence.

Then Luffy’s fork snaps in half and the table goes dead quiet.

Luffy grins at Brook, but it’s not his usual happy-go-lucky grin. It’s the grin he wears before picking a fight.

“Yohoho,” Brook laughs nervously “Just kidding.”

Luffy hums, still smiling “Good.”

Your stomach flips because holy shit. That was jealousy. Luffy was jealous... Over you.

The realization haunts you for the rest of the night. Because if Luffy was jealous then what did that mean?

Did he actually—?

No.

No, this is Luffy. He’s just protective. That’s just who he is.

…Right?

You barely sleep, and the next morning you wake up to Luffy in your bed.

Sprawled across your mattress. Arms locked around your waist. Face buried in your shoulder.

Like it’s completely normal.

Like he always does this.

Your heart pounds.

Because—wait!

He does always do this. Every night. Every time you’re on the Sunny, he sneaks into your bed without even asking. And you never questioned it.

Because it was just Luffy.

But now everything feels different.

You slowly try to move, but his grip tightens.

“Mm… don’t go” he mumbles sleepily, lips brushing against your skin.

And that’s it. You lose it.

“LUFFY, WHAT ARE WE?!”

Luffy jerks awake “Huh—?”

“What are we?!” you repeat, flustered as hell.

Luffy rubs his eyes, confused “We’re us.”

You groan “That’s not an answer!”

He tilts his head “What do you mean?”

You gesture wildly “This! Us! The sleeping together! The hand-holding! The food-sharing!”

Luffy suddenly grins “Oh.”

Your heart stops “What do you mean, oh?”

Luffy laughs. And then, without hesitation, he leans in and kisses you.

Soft. Certain.

Like he’s been waiting to do it forever.

You freeze. Your brain short-circuits.

He pulls back, grinning “So? Are we a couple now?”

You gape “…WHAT?!”

Luffy just laughs “Well, we’ve basically been dating this whole time, right?”

Your eye twitches “AND YOU KNEW?!”

Luffy shrugs “I just thought you knew too.”

You sputter, because what the hell. What the actual hell. Luffy just decided you were dating. And you never even noticed.

You flop back onto the bed.

Luffy just grins, tugging you closer “You’re thinking too much” he mumbles, nuzzling against you.

Your heart races.

Your face is burning.

But… maybe the crew was right. Maybe you and Luffy were always meant to be.

Even if you were the last person to realize it.

── .✦ Eustass Kidd:

You’ve always known Kid was the stubborn type. He was gruff, intense, and always had that tough guy act. But lately, you’ve noticed something strange. The more you were around him, the more he didn’t seem to mind you being there. In fact, he almost seemed to expect it.

It starts with those small things, things he doesn’t think twice about. Like when you’re both sitting on the deck, and a gust of wind hits just as you’re about to stand. Before you can catch your balance, Kid’s hand shoots out, steadying you. He doesn’t say anything, but his grip lingers just long enough for you to notice.

“Watch it” he mutters, his usual gruff tone, but there’s something softer behind his eyes. You smile but say nothing. Killer, standing nearby, simply raises an eyebrow before looking away, smirking under his mask.

A few days later, when the crew is at port, you notice Kid keeping an eye on you more than usual. Every time someone gets too close or even bumps into you, his sharp gaze zeroes in, and he doesn’t hesitate to step in between you and whoever’s too close. At one point, a shady pirate from a different crew tries to flirt with you. Before you can even respond, Kid steps forward, pushing the pirate away with a low growl.

“Get lost.”

You blink, surprised at his intensity, but he doesn’t look at you, just at the pirate who’s now backing off.

“Kid, I can handle myself” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Doesn’t mean you should have to” he grumbles under his breath, clearly annoyed by something. He turns away before you can say anything else, muttering about how annoying it is to babysit you. But you know it’s not just that.

The crew knows it too.

Heat lets out a low whistle as he passes by “Damn, Captain, didn’t know you were the protective boyfriend type.”

Kid turns on him with a glare “Shut the hell up.”

Heat just laughs, walking away. You shake your head, but the warmth in your chest lingers.

Then, it all comes to a head one evening. The crew’s just finished a round of celebrations, the ship rocking gently in the quiet of the night. You’re leaning against the rail, enjoying the peace when you feel him behind you.

“Can’t sleep?” Kid asks, his voice low as usual.

You turn around, finding him standing there, arms crossed, the moonlight casting a soft glow over his scowling face.

“I could ask you the same thing” you reply.

There’s a quiet moment as you both stand there, not speaking. His eyes never leave yours, and the tension between you both seems to grow with every passing second.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. Instinctively, you move closer to Kid. You don’t even think about it, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his hand shifts from where it was casually resting at his side to just hovering near your waist.

The ship creaks, the quiet atmosphere making you both more aware of each other’s presence. He doesn’t speak. Neither do you. His fingers are so close, just barely grazing your side as if to assure himself you’re right there.

The closeness feels… different. Intimate.

You glance up at him “Kid?” you ask softly, your heart beating a little faster.

He doesn’t answer immediately, instead, his eyes flicker over your face, and you can see the internal struggle within him. It’s a battle, and for a second, you think he might just ignore it, keep up the stubborn front.

But then, his hand finally rests against your side. His touch isn’t harsh, but gentle. You don’t pull away.

“I don’t know why I keep doing this shit” he admits, his voice low but clear “But when it comes to you… I don’t want to risk something happening.”

You blink, surprised “Risk what?”

His gaze softens, and the gruffness in his tone fades away. He looks straight at you, the usual deflective annoyance replaced with something more vulnerable.

“I don’t want anyone else near you. Not after I saw that idiot trying to hit on you.”

You smile, your heart fluttering in your chest “Kid, I’m not a damsel in distress.”

“I know,” he replies quickly, but there’s no hiding the quiet affection in his voice now “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

His words hit you harder than you expected, and before you can even respond, something unspoken passes between you both. In a split second, his lips are near yours, and the kiss is soft, almost hesitant, like he’s still not sure if he’s allowed to show this side of himself.

But you kiss him back, your hand gently resting against his chest. The kiss lingers for a moment longer than either of you anticipated, but it feels like the world has paused, like this is the only thing that matters in that moment.

When you pull away, you both stand there in silence, but this time, it’s not awkward. It’s comfortable.

And then the moment is completely shattered by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You both snap your heads toward the entrance to the deck, where Killer and Wire are standing, watching with amused expressions.

“So,” Wire says, smirking, “you two finally gonna admit you’re basically married, or should we keep pretending this isn’t happening?”

Your face heats up immediately, but Kid just groans, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Go to hell” he grumbles.

Killer just shakes his head “Too late, Captain. Everyone’s been taking bets on when you’d figure it out.”

You gape “What?”

Wire grins “Yeah. Heat won. He said you’d kiss before the next port. Guess we owe him a round of drinks.”

Kid looks absolutely done. You, on the other hand, can’t help but laugh. Because honestly? It’s not surprising.

You look back up at Kid, who’s still scowling but isn’t pulling away from you. You squeeze his hand briefly before grinning.

“Guess we were the last ones to know, huh?”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head, but there’s no real annoyance in his expression anymore. Just acceptance. And maybe, just maybe, the start of something real.

── .✦ Red-Haired Shanks:

Being part of the Red Hair Pirates meant living in a constant mess of drinking, laughing, and reckless adventures.

And somehow you ended up being the most responsible one. Which was probably why everyone assumed you and Shanks were together.

The problem?

You weren’t.

But apparently, no one got the memo.

It starts with Yasopp.

You’re in the middle of patching up Shanks’ arm because, once again, he got into a bar fight for fun, when Yasopp smirks at you from across the deck.

“You know,” he says casually, “you’re basically married to him at this point.”

You nearly stab Shanks with the needle.

“What?!”

Shanks, meanwhile, just laughs.

And the worst part? He doesn’t even deny it.

“C’mon,” Yasopp continues, “you take care of him, clean up after him, yell at him when he’s reckless...”

“I yell at all of you.”

“Yeah, but you baby him.”

Shanks grins “It’s true. You do.”

You glare “I do not.”

Shanks just shrugs “If you say so.”

And that should be the end of it. But it’s not.

Because after that the whole crew starts treating you like... ugh.

“Oi, Y/N! Can you grab Shanks another drink?”

“Y/N, tell the captain to stop picking fights with Marines again.”

“Hey, Y/N, Shanks says he wants something spicy, maybe you could help... and it's not about food”

You want to scream.

But Shanks?

Shanks just goes along with it. Smiling. Laughing. Letting everyone assume you’re his.

And the worst part is that you let them, because deep down you don’t hate the idea.

And that’s dangerous.

Then one night, it all clicks.

You’re sitting at a bonfire, surrounded by the crew, listening to them sing and drink and bicker over who can hold their liquor best.

You’re not paying attention until you hear your name.

“So, Captain,” Lucky Roux says, “when’s the wedding?”

You choke on your drink. But before you can argue, Shanks just grins.

“Oh, give it time.”

The crew erupts into laughter.

You just stare at him.

Because... what????

Shanks turns to you, smiling like he didn’t just casually imply he plans on marrying you.

And something in his expression—

Something warm. Something knowing.

It hits you all at once.

The hand-holding. The lingering touches. The way he always pulls you onto his lap when there’s no room to sit.

The way he lets you fuss over him when he gets hurt, the way he only ever listens to you.

The way he looks at you like you’re something precious.

Your heart pounds.

And Shanks just grins against your lips.

“Took you long enough” he murmurs.

And when you pull back, breathless, flustered, you realize that maybe you’ve been his this whole time.

You blink, heart still racing as the weight of his words settles in. The laughter of the crew fades into background noise, the warmth of the bonfire casting flickering shadows over Shanks’ face. He’s watching you, waiting, like he already knows the answer, like he’s known it for years.

And maybe he has.

Maybe he’s been waiting for you to catch up.

Your throat is dry. You open your mouth, but no words come out, just a strangled sound of disbelief.

Shanks chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners “You alright there, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he hasn’t just upended everything you thought you knew.

Your hands tighten in his shirt, and you can’t tell if it’s to ground yourself or to pull him closer “You...” you swallow, voice quieter now, meant just for him “You should’ve said something...”

He tilts his head, considering “I thought I did. Plenty of times.”

You scowl, smacking his chest lightly, which only makes him laugh “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Oh, I know.” His fingers brush your jaw, featherlight, reverent “I just like seeing you all flustered.”

You groan, but you don’t pull away. And well, that says everything, doesn’t it?

And Shanks knows it too, because his grin softens, something unreadable flickering in his gaze “So,” he murmurs, close enough that his breath tickles your lips, “now that you’ve finally figured it out, what do you plan to do about it?”

The challenge is there, teasing, but there’s something raw beneath it, something real.

You take a breath. Then, before you can overthink it, you grab the front of his coat and pull him in, kissing him again, firmer this time.

The crew erupts in cheers. Someone whistles. Someone else yells about winning a bet.

But all you can focus on is the way Shanks smiles against your lips, like he’s just won something far more important.

And maybe you have too.

── .✦ Charlotte Katakuri:

The first time someone calls you Katakuri’s spouse, you nearly drop your mochi donut.

“Excuse me, what?”

The Big Mom Pirates stare at you like you’re stupid.

“Well, yeah,” Oven says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world “You take care of him, he lets you into his tea time, you’re the only one who sees his face—”

Brûlée smirks “And you always defend him when people talk behind his back.”

Daifuku nods “Might as well be married already.”

You sputter “That doesn’t mean—! We’re not—! He’s just my commander!”

Oven raises an eyebrow “You ever see Katakuri treat anyone else the way he treats you?”

You freeze.

Because... okay.

That’s a good point.

Katakuri isn’t exactly warm with people. He’s respected, feared, distant. A perfectionist. The strongest Sweet Commander.

And yet, with you?

He lets you tease him. Lets you see him.

Lets you in.

Your stomach flips.

And you don’t know what to do with that.

You try to forget about it.

But after that you start noticing things.

The way Katakuri always saves you the best snacks at tea time.

The way he steps in front of you during battles without thinking.

The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his back, his face.

His unguarded moments are always with you.

And suddenly you can’t ignore it.

Neither can the crew.

It all comes to a head one evening.

You’re sitting with Katakuri in his usual spot, tea cooling beside him, the setting sun casting a warm glow over his sharp features. He’s eating, as usual, but his guard is down because you’re here.

And then the words slip out.

“…Katakuri.”

He glances at you, chewing “Hm?”

You hesitate. Then screw it.

“Are we… something?”

Katakuri pauses.

Slowly, he sets his cup down. Then he exhales, like he’s been waiting for this.

“You tell me,” he says, voice steady “Would it bother you if we were?”

Your heart pounds. Because no, it wouldn’t.

You swallow “No.”

Katakuri watches you for a long moment. Then, he smirks.

“Then I suppose we are.”

Your brain short-circuits.

“Wait—WHAT?!”

Katakuri chuckles, low and deep “Did you really think I’d let just anyone this close to me?”

You gasp, because hold on. Has he known this whole time?!

Your face burns “You could’ve said something sooner, you jerk!”

Katakuri just leans closer, his presence overwhelming.

“…Would you have been ready to hear it?”

You freeze, because damn it.

He’s right.

── .✦ Dracule Mihawk:

Living on Kuraigana Island with Mihawk isn’t easy, but somehow, you get used to it.

You get used to the silence. The way he watches you over the rim of his wine glass. The way he corrects your sword stance with the barest touch of his fingers.

You get used to the way he does things for you without asking, bringing you an extra plate at meals, fixing your sword when it’s damaged, moving his coat so you don’t sit on the cold stone steps.

It’s just how he is... Or so you think.

Until one day Perona stares at the two of you across the dining table and snorts.

“You guys act like a married couple.”

You choke on your drink. Mihawk just raises an eyebrow.

Perona grins “Oh, come on! You live together, train together, eat together—hell, you even drink out of each other’s cups sometimes!”

You freeze.

Because—wait. When did that start happening?!

You sneak a glance at Mihawk, expecting him to argue.

But instead, he just takes a sip of wine and says, “And?”

Your brain short-circuits.

Because what does he mean, ‘and’?!

Perona cackles “Oh, this is gold.”

Meanwhile, you’re too busy spiraling to notice the small, knowing smirk on Mihawk’s lips.

Because the truth is, he knew all along.

The next few days pass in a strange haze. Every time you’re near Mihawk, you’re hyper-aware of his actions. The way he hands you your sword when it’s too heavy for you to lift properly, the way he adjusts your stance when you’re practicing, even the way he leaves his wine glass half-filled so you can sip it without asking.

You can’t help but start noticing the little things. And it makes your stomach do these strange little flips you can’t quite explain.

You try to convince yourself that you’re just overthinking it. After all, you’ve spent so much time together, working side-by-side, that it’s only natural for him to be a bit… attentive. But you can’t help but feel that there’s more to it than that.

One evening, you’re training in the yard. Mihawk is watching from the porch, as usual, but today there’s something different in the air. Maybe it’s the cool breeze, or the strange feeling of him staring at you.

“Focus” he calls out when you fumble with your sword.

You grit your teeth and refocus, sweat already beading on your forehead. Your movements become sharper, more determined, but you can’t quite shake the feeling that something is… off.

When you finish the routine, Mihawk’s still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel his gaze. You give him a quick, sideways glance, noticing the faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Something wrong?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

His response comes as a slow, deliberate drawl “You still aren’t quite in sync with your sword. I’ve been waiting for you to catch up.”

You feel your face flush, but you push through it “Yeah? Well, I’m not some grandmaster swordsman like you, Mihawk.”

He steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming, but his gaze softens for a moment “You’re getting better. I’m simply making sure you don’t lose track of your progress.”

The softness in his voice catches you off-guard, and for a split second, you feel as if you’re standing on the edge of something, something new.

But you quickly push it aside, shaking it off as just another passing thought. You turn to grab your sword again, determined to change the subject.

“Thanks for the help,” you mutter, trying to keep your voice steady “But I think I need a break. My arms are sore.”

Mihawk doesn’t respond at first. Instead, he merely watches you for a moment before he speaks again, his tone unusually gentle.

“Are you sure you’re fine? You’ve been training for hours without rest.”

You give him a small, appreciative nod “I’ll be fine. You’re too used to looking out for me, Mihawk.”

He lets out a faint chuckle, but you notice that there’s a strange intensity in his gaze now “I suppose I am.”

Before you can react, you feel something slightly off, a flicker of tension between you two.

It’s subtle, but it’s there. And you feel it in the way he looks at you, the way he almost seems to be waiting for you to say something.

But, just like that, the moment passes. He steps back, motioning for you to take a rest.

“I’ll prepare dinner,” he says quietly, as if nothing had happened “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You blink “You cook?”

“Of course,” he says with a slight, almost invisible smirk “It’s not difficult, and you’ve been working hard all day. You deserve a proper meal.”

You feel your heart race at his words, but you manage to keep it together “Alright, I’ll take you up on that.”

But as Mihawk turns to walk away, you pause.

For just a second, you wonder... has this always been a normal interaction between you two? Or has it grown into something more without you even realizing it?

The unease gnaws at you as you sit down on the steps, watching him disappear into the house.

You’re overthinking it. You’re just friends.

...Right?

Later that evening, you’re sitting across from Mihawk, your meal already finished. The conversation is easy, but there’s still that lingering, unspoken tension hanging in the air.

Finally, Mihawk breaks the silence, his voice low and casual “You’ve been avoiding the subject.”

Your brow furrows in confusion “What subject?”

“The subject of us.”

You choke on your drink, sputtering “What—us?!”

His expression remains unreadable, but there’s a faint glimmer in his eyes “You think I haven’t noticed? You’ve been acting strange around me lately. Ever since Perona made her comment.”

You freeze “I—uh—”

“Let’s stop pretending,” he continues “We’ve been behaving like a couple, whether we admit it or not.”

Your heart starts to race. You open your mouth to deny it, but the words get stuck. Instead, you just stare at him, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

And that’s when Mihawk leans forward just slightly, his voice dropping lower “I don’t know what you’re feeling, but I do know that I don’t want you to leave.”

The bluntness of his words takes your breath away.

“I never planned to leave” you manage to say, the words barely leaving your lips.

Mihawk gives you a rare, genuine smile, one that’s so small and almost imperceptible that you’re not sure you saw it at all. But something in his eyes shifts.

“Good.”

And just like that, the tension finally breaks.

You’re not sure where this will go. But for now, you’re content to just be here with him, uncertain, but sure of one thing: neither of you are going anywhere.

YEEHAW

just rewatched demon slayer…you know what that means 😈

au’s are my passion

she just misses her girlfriend (everyone else is NOT helping with that)

Nobody here can judge me, I haven’t written a fic in a very long time!!! Now- this is very self indulgent but AFAB character and so my best to refer to them as GN but depends on the day with me.

When you said you needed time to cool off- that meant more then five minutes into the feeling of hot water rising up to your thighs

It had been one hell of a day, the students were finally processing the concept for your class but they were at the age where they were little fuckin assholes, thinkin sarcastic comments were more important then their education. You shook your head with a small sigh rubbing your eyes as they traced across the bathroom as you stepped forward setting up a towel to hang for when eventually you’d have the clamber out of the warm embrace of the bathtub, a candle lit in the corner incase it tips over so no fires can start or at least spread very far.

Before you really thought about you were stripping out of your clothes and letting your hands move up to your hair and pushed some of it back, taking a deep breath as you carefully stepped into the tub as it was barely 2 inches full. Letting your body relax into the warmth and melt, calling out to your phone to play a random playlist on your phone but of course it didn’t hear you as you clambered out and got it to play yourself as you head the music start and got back into the tub and sat down as it filled.

*Play that Funky Music by Wild Cherry*

Started to play and bounce around the bathroom, throwing in a little bit of bubble bath as you let your arms dip into the hot water. Your skin felt like it was warm enough to get all the dirt off you from the day you had, taking a deep breath before letting your shoulders dip into the water. All the tension you held in them relaxing even for just a moment was enough for you, after about 15 minutes of the water running you flipped it off and relished in the warmth.

Eyes closed as you moved to let your entire body go under the water to get your hair wet and came back up wiping the bubbles and water from your eyes, reaching for your shampoo before you stopped as your one hand moved. As you let your hand trail from your chest to your pelvic bone- your fingers carefully slipping between your legs with a small hum letting your head fall back against the linoleum as on of your fingers pushed into your entrance, as you used your thumb to put pressure down on clit. A solid five minutes of you getting all hot and bothered but something just felt off- now was the time you let your eyes flicker to the bath faucet, it had been quite some time since you had tried it this way.

Carefully moving you flick at the lever to let some water drain out, now was the part where you had to awkwardly shift your body down so your hips were angled up towards the faucet as the warm water ran down and through your folds with a soft feeling. Adjusting your body as one leg moved up the wall straight and the other moving to press up against the ledge of one of the many in the shower.

Foot pressed flat against it as you focus on the feeling and pressed your hips up further to feel more of the water flow against your clit just soft enough to make you gasp, hands moving to press against the walls of the tub as your head was halfway under the water only covering your ears so you couldn’t heave anything then the muffled music playing. You seemed to lose your focus as you tried to figure out what song was playing

*Seize the Power by YONAKA*

You gasp as you felt the perfect pressure against your clit as a soft moan fell from your lips as you readjusted your hips to get the same feeling, you didn’t have much of a chance to process what was happening as you felt pleasure run through you in a flash. Just close enough as your eyes opened and you were looking at Logan who seemed to just smirk down at you.

Screaming you pushed your legs against the wall to get away from his view point, as you covered your body as you got ahold of the shower curtain trying to force it shut as it caught on the metal rod “Don’t stop on my account.” He chuckled softly as your face burned with anger “Do you get off on not letting people finish or some shit?! Get out of my bathroom.”

You quickly stand up shaking the extra water from your legs and step out of the tub to grab your towel as you dried your hair then your body as you wrap it around yourself and glare at Logan “What are you in here for? The door was fucking closed- did you not hear water running and assume I was taking a bath or shower?”

Logan watched as you dried yourself off and hummed “Well I heard something loud like a scream that came from here, heard loud music and came to check it out, found you- pleasuring yourself with.. that and well, realized the scream was from the song playing. Decided to stay for the show.” He moved to lean against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest “Didn’t mean to embarrass you darlin.”

There it was- those stupid fuckin nicknames, got fuckin damn it. You quickly moved to walk out of the bathroom as you snatched up your phone as

*stricken by disturbed* played from the speaker and Logan grabbed your forearm “didn’t mean to embarrass me?? Are you kidding- you watched me in the bathtub like a pepping tom!” You shoved him as he put his hands up “Look- all I’m saying is.. you need to relive some stress right? Lemme make up for it.” You turned to look at him your eyes full of anger and annoyance, you hated him- anger fueled your body but you were aching for release- you pulled away from him quickly “Think I’m that easy? Caught me in a compromising position and now you’re trying to fuck me? Yeah good fuckin luck with that.” As you moved to drop you towel and walked to your dresser pulling on a baggy shirt that seemed to be a random black shirt with a county park name.

You turned to face him arms crossing your chest as you look at him, Logan hummed as he watched you, his eyes trailing from your feet all the way up to your back as he stepped closer to you as you dressed and moved a hand to carefully grip your chin in his hold “Easy? No never said that, I ruined a decent looking orgasm. Most I can do, is get you off and leave ya alone. Don’t need all that pent up anger and frustration the next few weeks.” His hand moved to rest on your hip as he pressed his body closer his chest against yours “Think about it.”

As he moved to step back you grabbed his wrist taking a deep breath as you did so “Don’t think, this is gonna prove anything unless you can actually make me cum, and I wanted an apology.” You looked at him your eyes meeting his hardened hazel ones. Logan chuckled and moved his hand to squeeze your hip “I’m sorry, for ruining your orgasm. Let me make it up for you Princess?”

You felt that warmth on your face flood all over your body and moved to nod “Go on, make up for it then before I change my mind .” Before you even got a second thought he grabbed you and pinned you to the wall, his lips pressed against yours and slowly moved from their to your jawline to your neck as his hands moved to explore, his fingers moving across the expanse of your stomach as he went towards your cunt.

His fingers moving slowly and ghosting between the folds in front of him “Gonna make you feel better than that old thing could.” He let his forefinger press to your clit and your head fell back against the wall with a thunk. Logan smiled as he carefully pressed a finger against your entrance “Hmm..” he growled softly as he carefully moved down your body his freehand grabbing and playing with your chest.

Carefully he moved onto his knees in front of you- a sight you don’t think you ever be able to unseen as a soft noise pushed from the back of your throat “Fuck..” was all you could utter as he moved forward to press the shirt up and his lips pressed to your inner thighs, moving slowly closer and closer as his tongue moved against the front of your cunt. Not much longer he grabbed the back of your legs and forced your cunt onto his mouth, his jaw working as he pressed his tongue between your folds and ghosted over your clit.

The sudden presence of a finger being pushed inside of you wasn’t what you expected as your body moved to press down against his mouth, his teeth grazing over your lips and folds. The feeling of your body working itself back up made you cry out a very soft “Lo-gan..” as he started to pump his fingers and moved to playfully press his tongue flat to your clit as he thrusted into you. Your body went into pilot mode and you were riding him fingers as your body seemed to shake and your thighs twitched at each sudden feeling of his finger pulling out and his tongue going in their place, Logan moved quick as he turned you and forced you to walk backward to your bed as your knees hit the edge and forced you to sit down as he grabbed around your waist and forced your cunt closer to his mouth as he went to town.

Logan knew how to make people tick, but he hadn’t found yours quite yet as he pulled away from your cunt as your juice showed on his mouth and beard “Of course you taste good, fuck- I’ll make sure I’m reimbursed.”

But before you can even try to say something he’s back to it- making sure every nook and cranny and being touched and pleased. You could feel the heat in your lower stomach as your cunt felt like it was on fire and everything felt so good- you were way past gone seeing white in your vision as he playfully nibbled on your clit and it sent you over the edge as your thighs shook and you forced him against your clit for longer as you tangled your fingers in his hair getting a low growl from him, you released your iron grip as Logan carefully moved you up the bed and pressed his lips to yours to let you taste yourself and you wrapped your arm around the back of his neck as your gasped and panted “you proved me wrong once..”

Logan smirked and moved to carefully let his hand run down your body and you grabbed his wrist “No- I wanted to relax, not be overstimulated.” He hummed and moved to stand up as you watched him with a disappoint in your eyes “Just going to get a towel to clean you up. I’ll be back.” And like that he was gone and then back with a small towel with warm water as he carefully got you cleaned up “There we go, atta girl.” As he moved to throw it into the bathroom and you grabbed him “I’ll make up for it, maybe I’ll just have to surprise you myself.” He laughed and looked at her “You go ahead and try, I’ll be waiting.”

Me when you responded:

ZOSAN AU where the straw hats don’t meet Sanji until they accidentally crash his wedding in Whole Cake Island and they still manage to make enemies with Big mom and run away with the groom.

THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY VALENTINES POST EVEN THOUGH IT’S NOT VERY VELENTINEY, BUT IT IS WHAT IT IS AND WE DONT WASTE FOOD IN THIS SHIP

HAPPY VALENTINE’S!! ❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕(And my birthday’s eve!!)

Day 2 is Fur Dads, and today I also offer a cute drabble written by @/bigdorkebergy on AO3