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kingofthe-egirls · 7 months

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SKITTISH: LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: lots of food/eating, kissing sorta, luffy sees you and likes you, reader is a foxy pirate, asthmatic!reader, sorta spoilers for post wano, this is opla or anime whatever u choose!)

(a/n: this counts as journaling)

Songs: “Plans” by Maude Latour

words: 1.2k

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You stand behind your cotton candy machine, sparkling your eyes behind your foxy pirate mask. The pirates have set up carnival stalls filled with meat and doughnuts and elephant ears. It smells like heaven.

Mugiwara no Luffy is staring at you.

He’s salivating, licking his lips as he reaches into the spinning candy machine to dip his hands straight into the sugar. “Hey!” You squeal, swatting him away. He hasn’t broken eye contact, even as he sucks the fairy floss straight off his fist.

“You’re pretty!” He says, smiling.

You flush all the way to the tips of your toes. A tingle runs down your spine, as you shift uncomfortably in place. No one’s called you pretty before. Silly and strange, maybe. But never pretty. That’s for Porche.

With her turquoise hair and slender waist, plus her charming personality…you’ve felt like a smaller, chubbier, easily forgotten younger sister that gets passed over more often than not. You’ve got asthma too, so you can’t even run for very long. Your Foxy Pirates job is to make the cotton candy. To tear down the stalls. To smile and laugh and help your fellow crew members cheat.

So it’s surprising—freezing—to have an Emperor of the Sea staring at you like you’re fried dough on a stick.

“Th-thanks,” you stutter, the whir of the cotton candy machine underlining your short-of-breath sounds. It’s bad enough your lungs are ass, now you’re flustered too.

“Welcome!” He says cheerfully, downing another gulp of pastel pink candy. It sticks to his chin in sparkling crystals. You want to wipe them off. “What games do you play?”

“This, mostly…,” you shrug. Your older, stronger crew mates are the ones who participate in the competitions. And though you’re thankful for the foxy pirates for taking you in, you do wish you were allowed to play more of the games. You like the boxing fights in particular.

“That’s stupid!” He says, smiling. “You should roller skate with me!” He challenges you like he’s inviting you to play. His brown eyes are so, so deep. Like dark coffee straight from the espresso machine. With the foam on top, all caramel in the sunlight. He swipes a stripe of candy from off his upper lip. His cupid’s bow is wide, and arched slightly.

He slaps your shoulder.

“See you in the rink!”

You scrabble for your inhaler as he walks away, all bouncy and rubbery with his head sticking out and down. His knees are slightly bowled, with his feet turned out like a ballet dancer as he walks. He’s strange.

He’s…

Sexy.

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So now you’re standing shakily on skates, waiting at the start line of your roller skating rink.

Your knees are shivering, your pulse racing beneath your elbow pads and wrist guards. You’ve only ever roller skated for fun, let alone a competition. Your breath is shallow and raspy in your aching lungs. It’s humid: the worst kind of weather for you to try and breathe through. The air tastes like salt. You lick your lips: so do you.

Strawhat Luffy is standing on the starting line next to you, his own stance shaky and unstable. His knees knock together as he tries to remember how to stand on wheels.

You sigh.

Inhale…

Exhale.

You’ve got this.

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The whistle blows, and you’re off.

You push against the ground, squeezing your core as much as you can to try and retain balance. You’re not the fastest, but you enjoy the speed of skating and how the wind rushes past your ears.

Your roller skates slide smoothly over the rink’s circular track, and you allow yourself a smile as you skate around the first corner. A slingshot limb shoots past your face, before you see a hand grab onto the rail in front of you. The captain of the Strawhats lets out an enthusiastic scream, before rocketing past you. His shoulder checks yours, so you’re sent flying. The air leaves your lungs in one short gasp, and you’re spinning out of control before you realize what’s happened.

“Shit!” You screech, tumbling into the grass at the center of the track. He stumbles after you, losing balance as he lands straight on top of you.

What little air you have left leaves you, as suddenly your senses are filled with him: all sweaty and musky and tanned and gorgeous and he’s he’s he’s—kissing your shoulder?

It’s so fast you almost miss it, but you’re sure you feel the hot press of his lips to your shoulder blade. He’s up now, reaching down to help you up, too. He’s smiling at you with sharper eyes than you remember.

He’s like a tiger.

“Sorry, foxy,” he snickers, helping you up and shaky skates. His hands sear fingerprints into your skin.

“S’okay…,” you mumble.

Something scared and wicked flares within your gut, so you push him over and start speeding back onto the track. He screams, surprised, but you’re already rushing away and over the finish line with stars in your brain and cotton candy in your stomach. It feels like butterflies. It feels like rain.

So you let your team win this round, and you skate away as fast as you can to go hide in a corner somewhere.

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The rest of the games pass by in a blur, with your stomach churning and your lungs heaving in shallow, shaky breaths. You stand by the sidelines, surrounded by your crew mates as the prize selection starts. The Strawhats won the roller rink games, so it’s their pick of the lot.

Everyone’s nervous, the air going still as every single person holds their breath in suspense.

Strawhat Luffy stares at the crowd, scanning for someone with a squint. The setting sun shoots laser beams through his eyes. He’s chewing on his lower lip. You shuffle, listening to the murmurs of your fellow crew mates as they wonder who he’s gonna choose. You hope it’s you.

“Hmm…,” he says, tapping his sandal against the stage. His own crew is standing beside him, waiting for him to choose. They seem relaxed, since they haven’t lost anyone yet.

You shove a handful of cotton candy into your face, stress eating.

“That one!” Luffy shouts, confidently pointing straight at you.

You stop, mid-chew.

“Hah?” You ask, the air in your lungs squeezing out like a deflated balloon. Sticky sugar paints your chin, as you lick your lips. It’s sweet.

“Y/n?” Captain Foxy asks, as the crowd around you parts. You’re standing by yourself, suddenly. The comforting warmth of your crew mates disappears, as you stand holding fairy floss with one hand. You swallow, thickly.

“Seriously?”

Your voice sounds shy—squeaky.

Monkey D. Luffy grins, and crosses his arms in satisfaction. “Yep!” He says cheerfully, as people start to maneuver you up to the front of the stage. You stumble over yourself, nerves and limbs jelly. Someone has seen you…has chosen you.

Suddenly, you inhale.

“Sweet!” You say, breathy, as your new crew welcomes you with open arms. Someone slaps your back, another squeezes your hand.

Your new captain smiles at you, dazzlingly. Sugar is still melting on your chin. He leans forward, swiping it off with his tongue.

Fuck.

He snickers, before stepping away to smack his lips. “Make sure you bring the candy machine, too!”

So you do.

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part 2 coming soon!

#dumpster dive #my writing #kitty speaks #one piece fanfic #luffy fanfic #luffy x reader #fav #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #foxy pirates #luffy fluff

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unorcadox · 10 months

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what's your favorite song?

i have a bunch, but the one i love atm is oxytocin by drab majesty

that's such a hard question tbh! i don't think i have a really finite overall answer, but as of late i've been listening to these handful of singles a lot:

clairo - partridge (live at electric lady)

troye sivan - rush

the japanese house - sad to breathe

maude latour - i am not the sun

cafuné - perspective

willow - copingmechanism

courtney barnett - turning green

poppy - spit

i think if i absolutely had to give an overall answer, i'd probably say kiss me by sixpence none the richer? but it's hard to say tbh

#not edits #asks #thank u sm for the ask!#update why did tumblr delete copingmechanism was it bc it had the lesser than/greater than symbols around it

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itadorey · 7 months

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for your ask game!! 💌

my preferred name is knives <33 (i can’t wait to see your song picks!)

i hope you enjoy! :)

k- kamikaze by omar apollo n- no rush by maude latour i- indigo by stevie zita v- video games by between friends e- enough for me by aeris roves s- shelter by the xx

send me ur name for a playlist!

#☼.asks!#ask game #☆.knives

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madasrabbits · 7 months

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#Spotify

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years

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Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I think it’s safe to say Pete is not Cat’s endgame but he’ll always have a special place in the story and in my heart -Danny

Words: 2,924

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xxxiii: Vindication

Cat waited on top of the statue's head for Peter, he'd gone away to call J.J. Jameson and attract the bad guys. In the meantime, she quietly admired the city, imagining a life where she was just another New Yorker whose only worry was to make it till the end of the month.

Peter landed next to her, he talked to the others to prove the efficiency of their coms. "Okay, guys, it could be any minute now!"

"Yup! Almost done!"

"You're doing a great job down there, Parker!" Cat encouraged.

"Thanks, Jane!"

Peter frowned. "Did he just call you Jane?"

Cat shrugged. "A joke. I like that name, though. It's simple and common, it needs no explanation. I mean, I don't call him Peter so I guess it's only fair he calls me something else too."

Peter looked at her intently. "Is it always going to be you?"

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I've met many heroes but you're the one that stuck around," he explained. "Do you think one day it'll be me the one rushing to save you, or maybe one day you'll change me for, I don't know..."

"Daredevil?" She suggested.

"Sure," he chuckled. "I heard you don't exist in the other universes... why is it that we're close in this one?"

"Maybe there is a Cat in their world, but mutants don't exist, so this one grows away from New York. Maybe my father never existed in their world because there are no aliens, so I was never born..."

"Maybe there is a universe where I don't exist, and you're out there fighting crime, being the greatest Avenger in history..."

"You think you were the reason I turned out like this?" She inquired.

"I damaged you, C, you can't deny that."

"And I hurt you, but who's keeping count, right?"

He sighed. "Maybe you didn't do it all the time, but perhaps when you're mad at me, or when I wasn't alive... you didn't think your life would've been better without me in it?"

Cat looked up at the night sky, still able to recall the colorful scenery from when she was a guardian. "Maybe, but I got over it quickly. What about you?"

Peter shook his head. "Definitely thought it more than once."

"Ouch..."

"Not that I don't like you! I mean, you know I love you, Cat—"

"And I love you, buddy."

"But sometimes it was exhausting... I would think about us for hours..."

"I had those nights too," she supported her chin in one hand. "Right person, wrong time, huh?" She frowned. "Well, no. For you, it was 'first-love-isn't-the-love-of-your-life', which happens to everyone in this world, so I don't pity you at all."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Way to ruin it."

She laughed. "I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong—"

"You know I can't."

"And why is that?"

"Because you're a pain in the ass," he elbowed her.

Cat put an arm around his shoulders and took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of the evening. "Ah, man, I know it's stupid considering what you've been through tonight, but I'm really sad about my blaster..."

"The one the Goblin ruined?" She nodded. "Did Tony make it for you?"

"Rocket gave it to me," she pouted. "After Nightcrawler and I decided to stay on earth. He said I was a sharpshooter."

"He's right."

"But now I have nothing. Like, I obviously can still remember Rocket, my memory is doing well, but..."

"Something to hold onto when they're far from reach," he finished. "I get it."

"Nightcrawler has his scarf," she mentioned. "I'll steal it on my next visit."

"Can I visit him too?" Peter inquired. "We got along at the party and he knows so much about you, so I'd like to get to know him better. Is that okay with you?"

"If you think I'm a pain in the ass, Kurt is a hemorrhoid," she responded humorously.

"Which explains why you're best friends."

Cat moved away and patted his arm. "I'll take you with me next time I pay him a visit. That okay?"

"Awesome," he smiled.

A few feet below, they heard Parker's voice. "So you, like, make your own web fluid in your body?"

Cat looked at Peter and both snorted, they struggled to drown the noise.

"I'd rather not talk about this."

"No, I don't mean to—"

"Are you teasing me?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no. He's not teasing you— shut up!" Peter nudged her ribs. "It's just that we can't do that, so naturally we're curious as to how your web situation works. That's all."

"If it's personal, I don't wanna pry. I just think it's cool..." Parker added.

"No. I wish I could tell you, but it's like, I don't do it... Like I don't— Like, I don't do breathing. Like, breathing just happens."

"Whoa... Like, does it just come out of your wrists, or... does it come out off anywhere else?" Peter glared at Cat, she was struggling to hide her giggles.

"Only... only the wrists."

"You never had to web block?" Parker continued. "Cause I run out of webs all the time. I had to make my own lab. And it's a hassle..."

"That sounds like a hassle, yeah. But I did, actually, as you said that I was like, oh... I had a web block!"

"Why?"

"Existential crisis stuff."

"Pfft— Yeah, don't get me started on that!"

"Hey, what are like, some of the craziest villains that you guys have fought?" Peter inquired.

"Seems you've met some of them." Mr. Parker chortled.

"That's a good question," Parker added in amusement.

"I fought a... an alien... made out of black goo once."

"No way! C.C. and I fought an alien, too! On Earth and in space!"

"Oh."

"Yeah, he was purple!"

"I worked in space as a guardian of the Galaxy for three years," Cat smiled. "I had a blast, to be honest."

"I wanna fight an alien..." Parker sighed.

"I'm half-alien, so you're welcome," The mutant grinned.

"What! I thought you were a mutant!"

"Wait— I'm, I'm still like... that you fought an alien in space. And you're half-alien, C?"

Parker scoffed. "I'm lame. Like, I fought a Russian guy in a, like, a rhinoceros machine..?"

"Oh, we fought a guy in a Vulture suit once!"

"Hey, can we rewind it back to the 'I'm lame' part? 'Cause, you're not."

"Aw, thanks. No, yeah. I appreciate it, I'm not saying 'I'm lame'—"

"But it's just the self-talk maybe we should, you know... cause listen, please, You're—"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"You're amazing. Just to take it in for a minute. You— You are amazing. You are amazing."

"Thank you."

"Will you say it?"

"No, I kinda needed to hear that. Thank you."

"Mr. Parker, sir, you are my favorite Spidey," Cat grinned.

"Hey!" The other Peters piped up, a clear pout in their responses.

Peter tensed beside her, he lifted himself a little. "Alright guys, focus up. Can you feel that?"

"...yeah..."

Lightning and thunder were surrounding the statue, it was easy to guess what was about to happen.

"What's up, Peter?" Max exclaimed. "How do you like the new-new? Look, you give it to me," he pointed at the box. "I'm gonna destroy it, but I'll let you live... Don't make me a murderer."

"Funny, I was about to say the same thing," she put on her blue goggles. "You wanna know the difference, though? If you make me one, I won't feel bad about it."

"Okay, guys, here he comes," Peter shouted at the others.

Cat copied Mr. Parker's ability to produce webs. "Let's go, sparky!" She swung between Max and Peter, then Parker jumped between her and Dillon.

"Hey, Max! I missed you, man!"

Dr. Connors arrived from the base of the statue. Midway down she teleported and landed next to the lizard. "Evening, good sir!" She mocked his accent. "Why don't we sit and talk for a bit, yeah? Let's go over the things that upset you—"

Dr. Connors jumped at her but Mr. Parker stopped him, the lizard held onto his ankle and went away flying.

"I need Max's cure!" Parker demanded.

"Yeah. I'm on it!"

"Peter! I need the Lizard cure!"

"Okay! Okay!"

Cat saw the portal to the school was still open, she landed in front of the teens and they jumped away screaming. "Why are you still here?!"

"Ned is trying!"

"Try harder!"

"Miss cat!" Max shouted. "Get out of the way!"

Cat turned around with a death glare. "Is Madame, to you."

She threw herself at the guy and turned into sand, pulling him away from the portal. Max tried to escape but she wasn't easy to get away from. When he took a moment to regain strength, she turned back into a person and kicked him. Cat noticed there was no spider-men near.

"Where the hell is everybody?" She teleported to the sound, the three Peters were discussing a new plan and she arrived to hear their newly assigned codenames.

"Peter One! Peter Two—"

"Peter Two!"

"Peter Three!"

Parker waved his hands in the air. "Peter Three!"

"All right, let's do this!"

"No, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Parker stopped them. "I love you guys."

"...thank you." The others replied flustered.

Cat patted the young man's shoulder, joining the circle. "Lovely scene, but I almost got killed by the shooting star a few floors up and I'd appreciate it if you help me out."

"All right," Peter chuckled. "Let's do this!"

Cat heard their joyful exclamations while she shot her webs and pulled herself up, the young woman arrived at the top a little earlier than the others, but they landed neatly on the statue's head in front of her. They were facing the sandman, sparkles, and nightmare barney.

"We're two bad guys short," she pointed out.

"We'll worry about them later," Peter replied. When they jumped to attack the men in front of them, he dived down. "Okay, Spider-Mans, Sandman first! Copy you gather the others!"

"Gladly!"

"I'm gonna lead Marko inside the statue!" Mr. Parker shouted.

"I'll meet you at the top!"

Copycat saw Parker getting chased by the lizard, he'd managed to pin the young hero down.

"Hey, Dr. Connors," he greeted casually.

"Hello, Peter," he replied, very close to his face.

"You're right, Parker, he's really nice... to you!" Cat exclaimed.

"Peter One!"

Parker threw the anti-collider at Peter as he swung past them. Max shocked him and Peter dropped the cure a few feet below. Cat's suit put itself away in her watch and she turned into a copy of the lizard. Keeping her mask so Parker could tell them apart, she jumped on top of the creature and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Get the cure!" She demanded.

"That is so crazy, even your voice sounds like his!" Parker gasped.

She kicked the lizard to the opposite side of the corridor and turned back to her original form, the suit enveloped her body again as she teleported to Parker's side. "Give it to me!" Parker did and she went back to the top of the tower, throwing the anti-collider through the statue's crown. "Delivery for Mr. Parker!"

Cat didn't wait to see if he'd gotten the cure, Parker was getting attacked a second time by Dr. Connors. She teleported to the lizard's back and seized her taser, she pressed it against the creature's neck knowing it wouldn't do much, but all she wanted was to distract him so Parker could slip away.

"Just... wait... for your... turn... Doc!" He webbed Connors so he couldn't move. Cat jumped off. "We'll be right back!" He grabbed her hand, teleporting back to the top of the statue. "You get used to it after a while!"

Mr. Parker got out of the crown and Parker helped him up.

"How's Flint?" Cat inquired.

"Cured," Mr. Parker nodded. "Three to go."

"Two," she corrected. "And let's hope the other shows up in time."

Max and Peter got to them, the boy stood in front of her to protect her.

"How do we stop him?"

"I've never seen him this powerful," Parker pointed out.

"It's the arc reactor, we gotta get it off him."

"You'll never take this away from me!"

Cat seized her spear. "We'll see about that."

Peter tried to pull the reactor with his web, but it wasn't strong enough. They all moved before he could hurt them, Cat dived a few corridors below the spiders and waited to see what they'd do next.

"Okay, we've gotta do this up close. Peter Two, go right, Peter Three, go left. On me." Peter one decided.

Cat prepared to copy the sandman's powers, but nothing happened. "What?" She tried one more time. "Guys! I can't copy Marko!"

"I cured Marko!" Mr. Parker reminded her.

It hit her. "Ah, shit— I can't copy powers he longer has..."

"Exactly!" Peter two gasped, it sounded like he was being choked.

"Well, I can't use Dillon's powers!"

"That worked the last time I fought him!" Parker said also in a strangled voice. "I honestly wouldn't hate it if you tried!"

"He has the arc reactor, that thing absorbs energy like a black hole!" She said in frustration. "Peter, where are you?"

"Dr. Connors is trying to kill MJ and Ned!" He panted. "The portal is still open!"

"Cat!" Parker urged her.

She teleported to his side the moment he dropped the drainer. Mr. Parker tried to catch it but when he launched forward a tentacle trapped him in midair. Cat seized it and rolled across the corridor. Above her, she heard Dr. Otto's voice:

"Leave them. They're mine."

"I don't need your help. I got it just fine..."

"Dr. Octavius... No..." Mr. Parker choked out.

One of the tentacles appeared to act on its own and clutched to Max's chest. He'd distracted Dillon and, copying Mr. Parker's abilities, she shot a web to the gigantic shield behind Doc Oc.

"Think fast, Otto!" She shouted upon arrival, throwing the drainer in his direction.

Cat shrank her spear but pressed a button to keep one of the blades out, and without hesitation, she stabbed Dillon above the place where Otto's claw was.

"No!" Parker yelled.

However, the blade didn't go through the body, just between his chest and the arc reactor. She had a sharp aim, after all. Cat unstuck the reactor and held it. "Better luck next time, sparkles."

Otto stuck the drainer where a second before the power source had been, she landed on the statue's head.

"What are you doing?! Get it off me!"

Cat tried to copy his powers, but all she could summon was a few sparks. "It's working!"

"Good job," Parker said. "For a moment there I thought you'd gotten tired of playing nice..."

"I know better than to misbehave when there's three of you."

Otto placed Max down, Parker went down to aid him. Cat and Mr. Parker moved over to the scaffolding at the top, where Otto asked her if he could hold the reactor for a moment. Cat handed it to him and he stared at it in awe.

"The power of the sun..."

"...in the palm of your hand." Mr. Parker finished.

Otto seemed to recognize the voice, he looked at the man. "Peter?

Mr. Parker pulled off his mask and smiled. "Otto."

"Oh!" He chuckled. "It's good to see you, dear boy."

"It's good to see you," judging by how he'd said it, Dr. Otto hadn't survived their last encounter.

"You're all grown up!" He chortled. "How are you?"

Mr. Parker tilted his head. "Trying to do better."

Cat watched the scene with a soft smile, it was nice to see Peter get a bit of closure. Without a warning, a new portal opened in front of her, and she jumped away swearing loudly. Peter landed next to her and stepped forward.

"Strange, wait, we're so close—!"

"Skip it! I've been dangling over the Grand Canyon for twelve hours!"

"I know, I know, I, uh, um, uh..."

"I'm just sorry I missed it," she replied.

"Cat!" Behind them, the other Peters huddle up. "I-I'm sorry about that, sir, I mean—"

"You went to the Grand Canyon?"

"He could've used your help!"

Strange stared at the spider-men in a mix of confusion and annoyance, Peter raised his voice to calm them down.

"No, no, no, it's okay, it's okay! Uh, these... these are my new friends. This is Peter Parker, this is Peter Parker— Spider-Man, Spider-Man, they're me's from other universes, they're here to help."

"No, no..." Strange began with frustration.

"This is the wizard I was telling you about," Peter informed the others.

"Look, I am really impressed that you've managed to give them all a second chance, kid. But this has to end now—"

"CAN THE SPIDER-MAN COME OUT TO PLAY?" The Goblin snatched the magic box away from Strange's grip.

Otto caught the glider before it could leave, but Norman cut the tentacle. Strange shot a magic rope and pulled, getting the box back. The moment he held it everyone stopped breathing, the three spiders tensed, and Peter shouted a warning.

"STRANGE, NO!"

The explosion not only sent all of them flying but also triggered the faulty spell. The half-done shield fell off the statue and broke most of the structure around it. Cat heard MJ's screaming, Peter threw himself to get her but Norman dragged him away. Parker jumped right after. He caught the girl on time.

Cat saw Peter land on top of the battered shield after he made the glider explode, he was (mostly) intact. She grabbed her grappling hook and then jumped, making her way down and landing a few feet behind Parker and MJ.

"Cat!" The young girl was shaking.

"Where's Ned?"

"Strange's cape picked him up, I don't know where it left him..."

Parker was shaking and still had MJ in his arms, Cat approached him carefully. "Hey, Big-bug? Let her go..." he stayed still for a moment, his breathing was unsteady. "Peter..?"

The young man took an abrupt breath and shook his head lightly. He placed MJ on the ground and hastily dried his tears. MJ looked at Cat without knowing what to do.

"Go look for Ned," MJ didn't need to be told twice. Copycat examined the young man. "Look at me," she cupped his face. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," he sniffed.

"No..." she gave him a small, understanding smile. "But you're close."

The sky cracked above them, thin purple lines spread across like veins.

"This isn't over," Parker muttered.

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august 2023

1. annie dirusso - hybrid 2. olivia barton - i don't do anything 3. shy martin - late night thoughts 4. tiny habits - hemenway 5. savana santos - messy 6. wallice - prepaid wireless 7. alix page - automatic 8. livia o - please don't hope for somebody better 9. leanna firestone - special 10. abby holliday - better by now 11. annika bennett - scared of getting what i want 12. lauren spencer smith - hey 13. grace gardner - acrobatics 14. julie byrne - portrait of a clear day 15. matilda mann - in plain sight 16. holly humberstone - room service 17. leith ross - too much time in my house alone 18. tessa violet - kitchen song 19. tommy lefroy - worst case kid 20. illuminati hotties - truck 21. emily vaughn - god complex 22. oston - hot 23. chloe george - runaway blue 24. tiffi - hoodie 25. madisenxoxo - mothership 26. sody - frozen lake 27. lyn lapid - poster boy 28. flowerovlove - coffee shop 29. forrest nolan - miss misery 30. sara kays - fireflies 31. ggwendolyn - my year of rest & relaxation 32. fizz - close one 33. deb never - say 34. palehound - eye on the bat 35. pynkie - plz 36. girlhouse - you don't think about me 37. dee holt - sober 38. king mala - sunny side up 39. syd b - focus 40. lauren sanderson - amen 41. hailey knox - charismatic 42. marian carmel - fabric of reality 43. moon tang - water comes out of my eyes 44. cassie marin - cup! 45. flo - 3 of us 46. alayna - who am i now 47. niko rubio - un millón de besos 48. cloudy june - you problem 49. maude latour - no rush 50. claud - a good thing 51. salem ilese - strongly worded letter 52. sorry - screaming in the rain again 53. jades goudreault - you're a star kid 54. maisie peters - you’re just a boy (and i’m kinda the man) 55. lølø - hot girls in hell 56. peach prc - favourite person 57. superfan - for you 58. tilly louise - baggy t-shirt 59. hannah cole - big bite 60. claire rosinkranz - screw time 61. spill tab - fetišh 62. suzie true - dumb 63. sundial - liar 64. meet me @ the altar - give it up 65. carr - dirty shoes 66. liza anne - rainbow sweater 67. sophia bel - 2am (and i did it again) 68. mimi webb - house on fire 69. helvetia - sideways 70. sedona - domino 71. jeromes dream - reminders to parallel 72. glass bones - pine overcoat 73. tsosis - snake eat tail 74. ivri - infinitesimal 75. 大原ゆい子 - ムスビメ 76. oohyo - teddy bear returns (summer edition) 77. minsu - buddy 78. youra - (throat) 79. hanbee - cushion 80. 김수영 kim suyoung - stumble 81. choi jungyoon - instant lover! 82. yebit - avec 83. hathaw9y - eclipse 84. shinee - gravity 85. layzi - idk 86. qveen herby - marie antoinette 87. almondmilkhunni - anxiety 88. jamila woods - tiny garden 89. madge - buttonss 90. poppy - knockoff 91. lizzo - pink 92. khalid - silver platter 93. tiffany day - should i be ok? 94. gabby's world - just for you to hear 95. patchymate - care 96. juliet ivy - lug 97. carol ades - free 98. tinashe - talk to me nice 99. reddish blu - humble me 100. vagabon - do your worst 101. kito - sticky 102. pinkpantheress - turn your phone off 103. charli xcx - speed drive 104. billie eilish - what was i made for? https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f3MH87NHIo6qJU4zdztU4?si=77919b43299a4a62

#mae makes playlists

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talkfastcal · 10 months

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Thank you h @cheerskirtgerard for tagging me! ✨

Rules: choose a song for every letter in your url!

These are all random picks from my playlist btw lol

T: Trouble by nevershoutnever

A: anatomy by kenzie (this is the only one that wasn’t random)

L: Love Me Love Me by big time rush

K: King Of My Heart by Taylor Swift

F: friends or not by zeph

A: American Candy by The Maine

S: Shared Trauma by Pierce The Veil

T: Thin White Lies by 5sos

C: C’est Comme Ça by Paramore

A: Always You by Louis Tomlinson

L: Lola by Maude Latour

Tagging: @s0livagant @caramelcalum @arishemmo @calmfolklore @ghost-of-you (apologies if you’ve already done this!) and anybody else who wants to do this 🤍

#wow look at me getting a tag game done the same day wow !#my phone died while doing this btw :)#tag games

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molten-stardust · 4 months

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#music box #Spotify

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beetlesandstarss · 10 months

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✱ spotify on repeat playlist ! GO TO YOUR SPOTIFY ON REPEAT, PUT ON SHUFFLE AND LIST THE FIRST 10 SONGS !!

1. U Got The Look - Prince

2. Sad To Breathe - The Japanese House

3. Baby - Charli XCX

4. Lightning - Charli XCX

5. Tudo O Que Você Podia Ser - Milton Nascimento

6. Breathe In The Air - Pink Floyd

7. You Make Me Sick! - Ashnikko

8. Vanilla - Fickle Friends

9. No Rush - Maude Latour

10. Dumbest Girl Alive - 100 gecs

tagged by: @gildedbarbarian <333

tagging: @pukner and @arkenfinity !!!

#music recs #can you tell charli xcx is my girl #my one and only #doing this on company time #the boss makes a dollar i make a tumblr post

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hello-heavy-dose-of-atmosphere · 11 months

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#Spotify

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kingofthe-egirls · 10 months

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Omg! Omg!

Phone Sex after Part. Luffy is back, late at night, still texting with her and he can't wait to see her agin, so detour to her home, and both desperate and happy to see each other again 👀👀

wait wait WAIT OMG ok ok ok

PHONE SEX: LUFFY x Y/N (part 2)

modern au

(cw: flirting, sweet fluff, self-harm scars, shower sex, spider mention, silliness, sweetness, comfort, blowjob, sex, cunnilingus, food mention)

(a/n: the line "enough to make me supernova" is something i wrote a long time ago, back when i was in high school and had no idea what love was, except that i was sure it had to hurt. guess what, teenage writer? you're still a poet. you're happy now, and you have a partner who loves you so much that you can't even handle it sometimes. he makes you cum, all the time!!! effortlessly and without sadness. i love you, lady.)

"You want me to love you in moderation?

Do I look moderate to you?"

Songs: "Moderation" by Florence + the Machine, "Reality Television" by Maude Latour, "No Rush" by Maude Latour, "Lovebomb" by Maude Latour

words: 4.7k

As soon as his plane touches down, Luffy is searching your address on his phone. He's gonna see you, now.

It's been a week.

One whole long week where he's had to reduce himself to jerking off to your smiling videos, or searching your PornHub for new content. He knows you only film one week in advance, videos weekly scheduled as you queue them up. He's watched your latest (a cute clown girl cosplay) and replayed it over a scant thirty times.

Hey, you're hot, okay?

And he has ADHD too: he hyperfixates on things. And watching you suck a silicone dick with a cute red nose and turquoise wig is enough to make him supernova. He stands up as soon as he's able, and reaches overhead for his black-and-red duffel bag.

****

Luffy trudges along the snowy streets, making his way to your apartment complex. He hunches his shoulders against the freezing winds, not so used to the winter weather. He wonders how you can live here all year round. Or, even stay in one place at all. He's got a few houses dotted around the country, plus an apartment in New York City. He travels between them as it suits him.

He likes freedom.

So do you, apparently, as he notes your lifestyle: you're polyamorous, with a long-term girlfriend named Nami. She's sweet as can be (when she needs something). She'd swiped Sanji right away, the first night you all went out together as friends.

The first time you'd kissed.

He hums, smiling at the memory despite the cold. He hugs his arms around himself for warmth, shivering in just his track suit and sneakers.

why do u have to live somewhere so cold??

He texts you, typing with frozen thumbs. Snowflakes gather on his phone screen, as he sees your ellipses pop up.

sorry lol

It's all he gets til he's buzzing his way up to your apartment. It's a one-bedroom you share with your girlfriend (who is politely out of the apartment for the weekend, spending some much needed spa time with friends). He steps through the glass door of your brownstone apartment building, and makes his way up the carpeted stairs.

It's three flights up, with snow falling outside the staircase windows.

Luffy stops in front of your door.

He knocks.

After just one rap of his knuckles, you open the door. You're standing there in shorts and a t-shirt. You're sparkling and alive, and Luffy feels something clench in his chest. He smiles, big as can be, and wraps you up in his arms without a second thought.

"Luffy!" You cry, arms trapped by your sides as he bear hugs you. Your feet lift off the floor. He's strong, you think.

"Missed you so much!!!" He sings into your hair, nestling his nose in the dark strands so he can breathe you in. "Mm, ya smell nice."

You flush, suffocated slightly.

"Missed you too!" You squeak, nuzzling against his cheek. His face is cold and chapped from the wind. "Come inside!" You breathe as he sets you down, "I've got dirty dishes in the sink so don't look."

Luffy laughs, loud and unashamed, as he scoots in after you. He sets his duffel bag down by the door. He kicks off his shoes (designer brand, you notice, with barely a scuff) and skips happily into your studio.

He crashes onto your daybed immediately. It's barely big enough to fit you and Nami, and Luffy's dangling limbs easily take up the whole space. He spreads out like he owns the place, and you snort.

"Want some hot cocoa?" You ask, heading to your tea kettle.

"Yes!!!" Luffy screams, already excited. You turn around to shush him, reminding the professional athlete of your neighbors. "Oh," he says sheepishly, "Sorry, shishi."

He's so cute.

You hum, singing happily under your breath as you start to heat up the water. You're out of milk, so Luffy's just gonna have to deal. It's the Swiss cocoa with marshmallows though, so hopefully that makes up for it. Luffy's never turned down food or drink as far as you've noticed, so you try to let the stress of having him here in your space roll down your shoulders and off your back. You close your eyes, and take a deep breath. The kettle starts to sing, and your pour the hot water into two mugs, the chocolate powder already set in the bottom.

"Here," you hand Luffy his cocoa. He slurps it immediately, and gasps at the heat. "Sorry," you grin, sitting down next to him on the bed. You lean over to blow on his drink, cooling it down. Steam curls around his cute, squishy cheeks. You lean forward to peck a kiss on the one closest to you: the one with the scar.

"Where'd you get that?"

Luffy shrugs.

"Stabbed myself."

You choke, spluttering on the hot cocoa. Hot liquid spurts onto your thighs, staining your shorts, and you grimace. You swipe the chocolate drops away, licking your fingers of the sticky sweetness. "Why?"

"Wanted to prove somethin'."

You nod.

"Here," you say, reaching quietly across your body to show him your left forearm. It's marked up in self-harm scars, uneven and sad. "I stabbed myself, too. Well, more like sliced. Sorry," your cheeks heat up as you realize you're talking way too violent for this conversation. Luffy traces the barcode-like scars on your skin.

"Means you're alive," he says simply. And then, "Sorry."

You shake your head. "S'okay. They're old, anyway." You don't show him the scars on your thigh. Bright red and fresh, you're too embarrassed to admit how current your struggle is to him. At least, not yet.

"So," he smiles, gripping his hand around your wrist. "What comes after cocoa?"

Luffy plants a kiss on your forearm, and your face heats up. You look away, too ashamed to mention how much you appreciate his care.

"Watch a movie?" You suggest, softly pulling your arm back into your lap. He scoots closer, wrapping his arms own, muscular arms around you. His t-shirt smells like sweat. "Was it a long flight?"

"Oh, just a couple hours," he lies.

You smirk, bumping your shoulder into his. "We can take a shower if you want," you suggest, arching an eyebrow. He grins maliciously, and your heart flutters. You swallow.

"Sure, kitty."

****

Butterfly decals line your shower's walls, pink and purple and blue fluttering over the white porcelain tile. Luffy scrubs a washcloth over your back, both of you standing naked in the steaming water.

"Hmm," you sigh, letting your shoulders relax. He caresses your sides with the washcloth, letting his other hand snake around your waist. He's so warm, soap sliding between your bodies as he brings you into his heated chest. He smells like the charcoal-eucalyptus facewash you let him use from Nami's shelf of shower necessities. (Your girlfriend won't mind, will she?) Luffy bites at your earlobe.

"Pretty kitty," he croons, rubbing his soft hands over your breasts. He squeezes gently, washing them with soap. The bubbles gather on your chest, sliding around in slippery iridescence. He presses a hot, wet cheek against yours, his chin resting on your shoulder. He sways with you slightly, in the water. His back is closest to the stream: with you standing in front. You trace the butterfly stickers with an index finger, trying to stay upright. Your heat is dripping between your legs, you can already tell.

"Luffyyy," you moan, complaining almost at what he does to you. To your body. He's got this freaking Midas touch, sending golden shivers down your spine at every flick of his calloused fingertips.

"Whaaat?" He grins against your ear: tightening his arms around your waist. Your ass presses against his already hardening cock. You gasp, slightly, and he giggles. His wet hair presses into your jaw.

"Luffy," you say again, breaths coming heavy in your chest, "Fuck me?"

Luffy's breath hitches, his hands tightening around your ribcage. He slides his palms up to cup your breasts, feeling their heaviness in his hands. He groans, biting softly into your shoulder.

"Say please, sweetheart," he says against your ear, voice raspy. He thumbs at your nipples, and you squeal.

"Please, Luffy!" I want you to fuck me so badly.

"If you insist," he giggles, reaching his hand down to slide along your belly. Rinsing his fingers off quickly in the stream of hot water, he deftly finds your clit and starts swiping at it. His fingers are rough from years of martial arts, but you don't mind.

"Mm, lower," you huff, leaning your head back against his shoulder. He kisses your cheek, wet and sloppy with a pop.

"Like that?" He asks, hoarse.

"Mhmm," you nod, letting your eyes fall shut as hot water sings down your face. It trickles down your neck, your collarbones, in the space between your breasts. Luffy holds you close, taking your weight in his strong arms. He stands behind you with the water running down his tanned back, spraying the side of his sweet face. You turn to plant messy kisses along the side of his neck, too.

He fingers you like that for a bit, waiting for your moans to start becoming headier, edgier, needier. "There...," he breathes, once you start heaving stuttering breaths through your open mouth, "Bend over for me, sweetheart." He gently runs one hand down your back, sending you forward to support yourself against the edge of the tub.

"S'alright?" He asks, poking at your entrance with his rock-hard tip. You see stars, pussy clenching uncontrollably.

"Yes, Luffy," you squeak, spreading your legs so he has ample room. He squeezes your ass cheeks, spreading those apart, too. He sighs as he inspects your pussy, fingering softly at the wet folds.

"S'pretty for me," he praises you, rubbing one hand over your ass. He gives the cheeks another squeeze, humming softly as he presses in.

"Shit," you whine, stretched out. "So big, Lu..."

Luffy giggles, and starts fucking you shallowly. "Let's getcha used to me, hm?" He starts off slow, sliding his cock in and out of your entrance. "Feels so good, kitty," he groans, pressing in just a little bit deeper. It stings, but it's sweet. You moan, biting your lip as you rock your hips back onto his cock. He snickers, "Want more?"

"Mhmm!" You croon, spreading your legs as wide as the narrow tub will let you. Your feet are flat on the tub, hands holding onto the edge next to your shampoo bottles and facewash. A small, spindly shape slips out from behind your shower gel, and you shriek. Spider.

"Luffy!!"

You slam back upwards, away from the spider, and hit the back of your head square against his jaw.

"Ack!" Luffy shouts, reeling backward from the weight of your blow. His back hits the tile wall, and he slips. Soon enough, you're both tumbling down and half-out of the still-steaming shower.

"Spider!!!" You shriek, scrabbling out of the shower to stand sopping wet on the bathroom floor. "Kill it!!!!"

"Ah, shit--," Luffy croaks, shutting off the water finally. He stands dripping in the tub, the shower curtain pulled to the side and tangled up. He shakes his wet hair like a dog. "Where?"

"There!" You point at the green bottle of shampoo, closing your eyes against the nightmare image. Arachnophobia. You squirm, reaching for a towel and retreating out into the living space. You leave a trail of wet footprints on the uneven floorboards.

Luffy shuffles around a bit, but eventually shouts, "Got 'em!"

"Thanks," you whisper, shivering as you sit on your bed, toweling off your soaking hair. You sit naked, with your pussy aching from the short-lived sex. Your mood has quickly soured, however, and you lean down to pull a t-shirt from the drawers beneath your daybed.

"Hey, you okay?" Luffy walks back into the room, raven hair shoved backward from his face, revealing a soft widow's peak.

You swallow, shaking your head. "Sorry," you mumble, "Scared."

"S'okay," he says, wrapping a towel around his waist. It hangs low around his hips, the deep line of his V disappearing into the faded purple terrycloth. He comes over to sit next to you on the thin mattress. Your patchy quilt folds beneath his weight.

"You scared of spiders?" He knocks his shoulder into yours. You nod, jaw set, as you pull your black t-shirt on over your head. You lean forward, gathering your hair into a messy bun. It's unbrushed and tangled, but right now you don't really care.

When you flip back up, adjusting the soaking strands, Luffy is staring at you. His brown eyes are shimmering, slightly. "What?"

"So pretty," he murmurs, smiling. He pokes at your cheek, and then takes your chin in his hand. He makes you face him, meeting your eyes. His are wide, and serious. You try not to shy away.

"Spiders are your enemies, then?" He asks, eyebrows drawn down over his face. You nod, seriously. Luffy thumbs your bottom lip. "So now they're my enemy too. I'll take care of the house spiders, for you."

Suddenly, you burst into tears.

"M'sorry!" You say, sniffing, "I just--really hate bugs."

Luffy wraps an arm around your shoulders. His bare skin slides across yours, still wet from the shower. You lean into him, slightly. He sighs, squeezing your upper arm with rough fingers.

"Is this a bad time to mention that beetles are my favorite animal?"

You snort, sobs subsiding as you wipe the heel of your palm across your face. "Seriously?" You ask, sniffling. Luffy nods, sheepish. He scratches a hand through his crow-feather hair.

"S'that a deal breaker?"

You shake your head, laughing a little. "Nope," you say, standing up off the bed. You squat down to rifle through your daybed's drawers. Lilac panties and short shorts are the way to go.

You dress, casually flaunting your bare lower half in front of Luffy. He grins, standing up to slide his warm hands beneath your t-shirt. They softly circle around your waist, pressing into the skin just below your ribcage. He sways you, side to side.

Luffy nuzzles his nose into your cheek. He smells like Nami's soap, which is kinda weird, but sorta satisfying at the same time. You peck a kiss on his cheek, just below his scar.

"So long as you don't, like, put beetles in my bed, I'm fine."

Luffy snorts. "Has that happened before?"

You shift uncomfortably, under his hold. You scratch your heel against the bare wooden floor. "Maybe."

Luffy scowls, ducking his head to make you meet his eyes. They're sunlit from the window, snow having somewhat stopped. Even in the winter sun, dark brown eyes look golden. "I'm not gonna put bugs in your bed, babe."

You snort, levity brought back into the room at his tone. He has a special talent for that. You squeeze his hipbone. "Thanks, Luffy."

He smiles, nodding once.

"Let's go cuddle!" He says, pulling you back onto the daybed. "We can pick up from where we left off," he says with a smirk, and you gasp. He pulls your weight down on top of his lap, lying on his back while you straddle his thighs. The wet scratch of the towel digs into your skin, the knot at his pelvis bulging against your lap.

"Take this off?" You suggest, pulling at the edge of the towel. Dark hair disappears in a soft trail beneath it, and you wanna touch.

"Sure," he says, letting you lean back so he can unwrap the towel from around himself. He lets it drape over the side of the bed, halfway onto the floor. You resume your place, greedily taking in the sight of his hard cock. It's thick, lightly sticky with precum at the cherry-red tip. His skin is slightly bronzed, darker around his dick and balls, too. You lean forward, scooting your ass back so you can kiss and lick around the base of his shaft. Luffy swears under his breath.

"Shit, kitten," he rasps, "You're so good at that."

You hum, happily licking a stripe up the underside of his lengthy shaft. Luffy groans, bucking his hips. You place a hand on his abs, trying to hold him down. You press into his soft abdomen, feeling the muscles clench firm and hard under your touch.

"Like that?" You ask slyly, raising an eyebrow as you tongue at his tip. His face is flushed, eyes dark and hazy. He brings his shiny bottom lip between his teeth, shuddering out an exhale.

"So much."

"Hm," you skip your fingers across his hips, tracing the prominent arch of his hipbones. "Good."

You take him fully into your mouth, sucking harshly as he gasps. You hollow your cheeks, lapping at his vein with a swift tongue.

Luffy starts thrusting into your mouth, forcing you to take him deeper into the back of your throat. You're not the best at deep throating (gag reflex too strong for that shit), but do your best to take him as far back as you can comfortably go.

Luffy rambles, his voice high-pitched and raspy as he babbles, "Y/n, fuck, that's so good baby--mmph--yes, please, keep sucking me like that--," Until he's shuddering in your mouth, spilling his cum already.

You sit up, triumphant.

"S'good?" You ask, wiping your chin with a forearm. He stares at you, hungrily, before leaping up to capture your mouth with his. He sticks his tongue down your throat, lapping up any trace of himself.

"Perfect," he whines, "Lemme do you?"

You nod, switching spots. He steps onto the floor, straightening the blanket out under you so you can lie down. He fluffs the pillows behind your head, sweetly smiling down at you. The fake string lights you put up with Nami sparkle overhead, giving him a faint, twinkly halo. You spread your legs.

Luffy kneels down between them, hooking your knees over his shoulders as he lies down on his stomach. His breath tickles the bare skin of your inner thigh. He presses a wet kiss to your clothed cunt, lapping at you through the thin fabric of your shorts.

"Smells so good," he groans, closing his eyes as he breathes you in. His hips grind into the daybed, and your pussy clenches at the sight. Rockets flare down your spine, shooting you through with sparks of ecstasy. And you haven't even cum yet.

"S'okay?" He asks, dipping two fingers into the side of your shorts to pull them aside, along with your panties. You nod, salivating with need. His eyes are shiny with lust, and he grins before licking softly through your folds. Your eyes flutter shut, as your head falls back against the pillows. "Atta girl," Luffy says, teething at the outer lips of your cunt, "Relax f'me."

He sucks on your clit, soft lips closing around your sensitive circle of nerves. His tongue works swiftly, sliding up and down from the base of your entrance all the way back up to swipe over your clit. He traces figure-eight motions around your rosebud, preening into you with heated praises of how good you're taking it, yeah just like that babygirl, don't stop, keep saying my name, sweetheart, yeah--

"Faster--," you moan, arching your hips into his jaw. Your fingers thread through his hair, showing him where to move. "...and a little to the left," you say, guiding his tongue there. He hums, lapping now in earnest at your clit. The two fingers that had been holding your clothes out of the way start sliding into your entrance. Birds chirp from outside your third-story window. A car honks as it passes by.

"Mmph--," Luffy moans, face shoved halfway up your cunt. You hiss, back bowing forward as he starts fucking you with his fingers. He rubs them swiftly at your g-spot (with deadly accuracy, no less) as he moans and gasps and sucks on your clit. He's messy and unorganized, but he's so skilled, nonetheless. A lover with hyperfixation issues and an obsession with food is something you can get used to, you think.

Luffy presses the flat of his tongue against your clit, sliding it back and forth softly. His head slowly shakes side-to-side with the movement. You groan, tightening your fingers in his hair. Water droplets slide through your knuckles, falling down onto the tips of Luffy's ears. Your thighs clench around him, whole body starting to shake. "Luffy--," you warn, sparks building into an explosion within you. Gunpowder alights in your belly.

"Cum f'me," he says, breath ragged in between solid licks of your clit and pistoning his fingers in and out of your sticky cunt.

Bang.

It's a sweet death, cumming on Luffy's tongue. He moans appreciatively, grinding his hips into the mattress as he rides you through your orgasm. Your body shakes, sweating and shimmering with the recoil. Luffy is petting your pussy, slowly helping you come down as the smoke clears.

You whimper.

Luffy slides his fingers out of you, popping them into his mouth with a satisfied slurp. "Feel good, baby?"

"Mhmm," you nod, slowly coming back to yourself. Your spine is still tingling, and the arches of your feet are seared with heat.

"Kiss me," he says, leaning forward to place his lips along yours. They slide together gracefully, his tongue poking into your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. He bites at your upper lip, pulling softly. "Did such a good job for me," he croons, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You nuzzle into his hand, slowly blinking your eyes back open.

"So did you," you whisper, smiling sweetly. He giggles, all shishishi, as he leans down to kiss your lips. He tastes like hot chocolate and marshmallows. His biceps trap you in on either side of your face, as he starts to thrust gently against your cunt. His dick slides against your thigh, tip poking at your entrance every so often. He lets his head fall down into your shoulder, shuddering a breath. He kisses a line along your collarbone.

"Can I?"

"Mhmm," you nod again, already shivering in anticipation. Luffy adjusts himself with little thrusts, angling his hips until his thick head is pushing aside the walls of your entrance. You groan.

"Luffy," you huff, voice shaky, "You feel so good."

Luffy presses his lips against the side of your neck, mouthing sloppily at your pulse point. He sinks himself deeper into your cunt, going slowly until he's buried to the hilt. He shifts, subtle movements from side to side that have you seeing stars.

You grip the back of Luffy's hair, both arms wrapped around his neck. "Faster," you whisper, tugging at the silken locks. Your legs are wrapped around his broad torso, ankles hooked together.

Luffy grins, lips stretching against your neck, as he starts thrusting hard and fast into your cunt. He hits all your sweetest spots, messily kissing your neck, your face, your jawline. He whimpers so prettily against your skin, it has you near-feral with need.

"Harder, Luffy," you tell him, gripping his hair tighter. He lifts his head up to kiss your lips, moaning into you as he speeds up.

"Love when you tell me how ta fuck ya," he sighs against your mouth, tongue slipping out to glide against your lower lip. His cock is deep inside you now, fucking hard and fast and just right.

You buck your hips up to meet him as best you can, sloppily matching his athletic pace with little gasps of pleasure. He growls into your ear, pulling at the shell of it with his teeth.

"Switch," you tell him, "Wanna ride ya."

He giggles, flipping you over with ease. His arms flex as he does, and you gasp with need. He arches an eyebrow, tracking your hungry movements as you grope his biceps, his shoulders, his rock-hard forearms. He flexes for you, sweat shining on his brow.

"Like that, sweetheart?" He teases you, traces his fingertips around your nipples. He flicks them, slightly, as you sink yourself back down on his cock. He hisses, eyes closed.

"Love it," you answer, arching your back so you can start fucking his cock at the exact angle that you need. It's not long before you're cumming, rutting into him with little "ah-ah's!" of pleasure. Luffy strokes your hipbones, urging you on.

"Keep goin', baby," he tells you, command dripping from every slurred syllable, "Cum f'me again." He grips the flesh of your hips, dragging you back and forth on his cock as he starts to fuck up into you again.

He plants his feet on the mattress, lifting his hips so he can jackhammer up into your needy pussy as fast as he wants to. His stamina is no match for yours, especially as you're catching your breath after your second orgasm. You fold forward, moaning all high-pitched and whiny as you let him wrap his arms around you.

"'M close," he whispers, breath hot on the nape of your neck, "Cum with me, angel?"

The pet name is so sweet, so romantic, that it catches you off guard. You swivel your hips into his, clenching your pussy walls around the thick length of his member. All you smell is him, hot chocolate and charcoal, as he pounds up into you from below.

"Sweet girl," he snarls, face hot and flushed with need, "Clench that pussy for me," he slaps your ass, and you gasp. Your pussy flutters around his cock, and he grins. "Good girl, baby."

He pants, thrusting up into you at the same breakneck pace, before he's spasming inside you and you feel his hot cum burst sticky against your velvet walls. You whine, letting him fuck his own spend deeper inside your aching pussy. A fluttering, shy orgasm lifts its wings against your spine. He gifts you with a few more stuttering thrusts, and you gasp. Luffy, Luffy, Luffy--

Sweet as sugar.

Luffy hums, happily relaxing back into the mattress. His fingertips trail little spirals along your ass. You wiggle, and he grins.

"Didja like that?" He peeks down at you with one eye open. His scar is hidden under a scarlet blush. You reach up to touch it with your thumb. You press, gently.

"Loved it."

Luffy sighs, letting his head fall back. You slowly lift yourself off him, letting his slick cock fall out against his strong thigh. You groan, spasms still coursing through your cunt as you stand up. His cum leaks down the side of your leg. Clean up time.

You softly pad back into the (now spiderless) bathroom to wash up.

****

Luffy is waiting for you when you get back, one arm thrown haphazard above his head. His shorts are back on, and when he looks up at you, your hair disheveled and mascara smudged, his dark eyes light up like firecrackers. "Shishishi," he giggles when he sees you, "You're so freakin' cute."

You squeeze your eyes shut, a wave of affection so profound and unbearable that all you can do is grit your teeth against it. He sits up.

"You okay?"

"Sorry--," you gasp, pressing your hands against your chest, "It's just--really sweet when you say stuff like that."

He grins.

You wave it off, coming back over to throw on your comfy clothes again. He skootches over to give you room to sit. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in. You both lean back against the daybed's headboard, legs folded around each other as the two of you relax. Your body is squishy and sore, and his is probably somewhere near the same. You reach over to squeeze his knee.

"Sex with you is really sweet," you say, quietly. Luffy grins, nose crinkling in delight. He scratches the back of his head.

"Shishishi, 'm glad you liked it, y/n!"

You smile, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Let's order pizza," you say, tracing circles on his knee. There's a splotchy purple bruise on the side of it: one of many you're sure he has from training.

"Kitty, I love you," he says, slumping his whole weight into you. He nuzzles into your cheek, even as you gasp and try to push him off you. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you over onto his lap.

"My treat," he says, mouth at your ear, "Whatever you want."

#“he grins” is my most used sentence i think #dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #luffy fanfic #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy smut #one piece smut #kitty writes #my fav line is “A lover with hyperfixation issues and an obsession with food is something you can get used to you think”#modern au #luffy modern au #one piece modern au

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