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Luffy had always been a very touchy lovey ‘friend’ of sorts, a simple minded one at that. Never been one to beat around the bush, never thought too much about anything not concerning those he loves specifically, that and food. A sweet boy.
So when he chose you he REALLY stuck with his decision, his whole thing is freedom but…
“(NAME)! Try this!” He barrels in, holding some sort of meat experiment from Sanji who was making lunch.
“Luffy I’m trying to fix this—“ too late. It was already shoved into your mouth. It was good, you’ll give him that. Luffy has never been territorial with anything that’s his with you, including food… you haven’t either though, but it’s just in your nature. You meditate on that all while you chew the comically large bite in your mouth…
“S’good,” you hum dismissively, covering your mouth as you chew and peer at him, placing your tool down at your side as he plops down next to you on the deck… real close as always! “I know! Sanji's cooking is the best!” He said boisterously, wiping the back of his grease ridden hand onto his vest. He scooched impossibly closer to you, not even eating his own food for once, just silently watching you chew like he was waiting for something. He’s prodding at your thigh (like previously stated, VERY touchy) just holding the damn meat limply in the other.
You quirk one of your brows, finishing and swallowing. “You good, friend?” A little nickname you give literally anyone or anything, he affirmed glancing down into your eyes. You’re pretty short compared to any girl on the ship, obviously with Nami being 5’7 and Robin being around 6’2. He hums looking back to your lips, “Mmhm. I just like watchin’ ya eat.” He replied with a subtle shrug plunging into your neck,
You do love the guy in your own special way, almost just as touchy if not a little less, so you lean over and give him a little squeeze around his waist. That’s when things take a turn for the, well, I’d say worst but that’s not why you let him get away with it. He grins and bites the meat off the stick in one big gulp he finishes it off and grabs you by the meat of your bottom, sliding you onto his lap with that award winning toothy grin.
Gripping his shoulders for stability in a fit of giggles you swat at his arms, “PFFFT— Aye! If you don't—!” You squeak out as he just wraps his arms around you about five times over. “BAH!” He squeals as he shoves his face into your shoulder like that will protect him or something. He's always been weirdly interested in how you carry your weight, being a athletically built guy himself, he could eat as much as he wants due to his devil fruit but couldn’t gain even 10 pounds of fat without it turning into pure diesel due to all that bouncing around he does.
His hair brushes against your cheek as he coos into your collar bone, “Suh nice…” he shouts into your skin wistfully like it’s both and inconvenience and a blessing. When you first met he had a weird thing for your thighs above anything else, you couldn’t tell exactly pinpoint what it was. He wasn’t a sexual creature of any sorts (that you know of), denying even Boa Hancock of all the creatures of the world.
You manage to wriggle your arms out so you can look at his face, he’s calm, eyes slammed shut and impossibly close. He’s a sweet man, you’ve practically all grown up together and this is one of the many moments in which you’ve grown to love the man, albeit have a bit of a crush on him.
“You’re so weird, Lu.” You hum, brushing back his hair and scratching the back of his scalp in the way that makes him at ease every time. “I gotta give you a haircut at some point,” you huff, narrowing your eyes at the curls on the back of his head as you maneuver his hat off so it’s just dangling on the string around his neck. You’re basically the cosmetologist of the ship, all perms and dye… and the disguise maker along with Ussop at this point.
He peeks an eye open, leaning into your hand. “Mm? Nah. I don’t wanna haircut…” he huffs, rolling his eyes which are pooled in sass. “You look nice with your hair all niceee.. 'n fresh though,” you hum back to him, twisting a curl on the back of his head.
He makes a face that screams ‘Oh?!’ But then it all softens as he loses all tension in his body. “Fine. Why would you even care so much?” He sighs, slamming his eyes shut, peaking back out shuts barely through his lashes which traditionally one wouldn’t think the future king of the pirates would sport.
You hum, doing that little dimpled smile that always gets something in him rumbling. “I personally do like your hair, I think lovely,” you purr as you deepen the scratch. He opens his eyes, looking up at you while he tilts his head back. “Yeah?” He questions like it’s important.
“Yeah, y'know a lot of guys bald early. You've got a thick head of hair on ya,” He leans into the scratches.
“Do it more.” You quirk your head but listen, massaging the nape of his neck, “like this?” You ask,
“No. I meant say stuff like that.” He huffs out, rolling his eyes once more.
You hum back and stay quiet, thinking to yourself.
He GLARES AT YOU like you offended HIM. “(Name).” He states firmly. You snap out of the trance you were in to open your mouth, and he pounces on you, trying to tickle at your neck. You squeal, trying to squirm away in a fit of laughter. “I— HAH— L-LUFFY—!” He wanted a reaction, obviously he got one.
All you can see is that shit eating grin as you cackle, your tool slides off somewhere to the side as he pins you down with his knee by your thigh like he’s done a million times before,
“NGH— PFFTT— L-LU—!” You squeak, tearing up a bit as you try to wriggle away like a worm in a birds nest. He keeps torturing you for just for a moment before flopping down across your chest with a content sigh, squishing you down with gusto.
He slams down right into the center of your chest. “Say more stuff, later. I’m gonna take a nap.” He peers up at you, eyes half lidded in a way that looks almost… no… never mind,
No clarification, just Luffy, always himself. He slides his hat back up into his head, not breaking eyes contact, before he drops it back down and cuddles up to you. “Don’t move.” He mutters into your bosom, trying to get comfortable.
He hums a bit, you can feel his throat against you. “Don’t go far,” He mutters out like you’re not there already. “N’yer warm…”
Just like that it eases away as his breathing evens out.