Wheel Of Pleasure (Luffy X Reader NSFW)

he knows

monkey d luffy x gn!reader | fluff | 400 words

warnings: short, explicit nsfw toward the middle-ish end !!

a/n: i wrote this in ten minutes. i know i said i wouldn't write for him till i finish one piece but i couldn't fucking help it. the way this little shit tugs at my heart is literally more than a slut like me can handle 😔 so pls enjoy my first piece for luffy !! 

18+ MDNI

luffy knows what sex is. he knows what it means to make love. he may be inexperienced, but he knows how. 

he's just never had the urge before. constantly surrounded by beautiful and intelligent women, most of whom throw themselves at him, he's never had the issue of not being in demand. it's more the issue of supplying himself.

call him naïve, but he wants his first time to be with someone who makes him feel all tingly. makes him feel excited. makes him feel whole. like he's been missing out on this person his whole life!

he feels like he'll know who the right person is right after meeting them. maybe even right after laying eyes on them.

so when he met you, it wasn't "hi, i'm monkey d luffy, the man who'll become king of the pirates!" it was "you're meant to be a part of my crew...i can just feel it!" then grabbing your hands and saying, "c'mon! come with me!"

and, of course, you'd follow. how could you not, when you were swept up in such a whirlwind of excitement and the unknown?

and later that week, after he'd already confessed and dazzled you with that smile of his that could rival all the stars in the sky, he knew he'd chosen the right person.

it was in the way that he whimpered and whined as you sank down onto his cock, the way that he fisted the air when you sighed his name as he stretched you out, and in the way that his back arched and hips stuttered as he filled you up with his love.

it was in the way that, in the afterglow of his first intimate moment with someone, he knew you'd be his last.

and if the thought that things had maybe moved too fast ever crossed his mind, he'd just write it off as fate with a grin and a laugh. because, who was luffy to deny fate when it had brought him someone as perfect as you?

Luffy week: Day 1 & 2 | Smile and favorite outfit :]

— ★ MALLRATS // TRAFALGAR LAW

content & warnings: fem!reader, smut (car sex, breast play, vaginal fingering, riding, spit, creampie) non-canon (set in the 90s) law works at a comic book store, reader works at a clothing store, porn no plot mdni

author’s note: peep this fan art hehe

word count: 1.4k

“Yo.”

Law looked up from his comic as he sat behind the counter.

It was a sweltering summer day, and even the air con albeit dusty and aged was no use.

He’d taken off his button-up and wore a wife beater, showcasing his rich tan and inky black tats.

“I need some change. I’m running low on small bills.” You said plainly.

“S-sure.” Law stuttered as he shot up from the chair, rising to his full towering height.

He winced, hating how shaky his voice was. Rubbing the nape of his neck.

Clearing his throat, he stared right at you. Which only made it worse because you being up close with your face was making his heart race even more.

You arched an eyebrow as Law struggled with opening and fumbled with the cash register in front of him.

Coins and notes dropping haphazardly on the floor.

Law wanted the ground to swallow him up whole as you placed a hand on the counter, the other on a hip as you gave him a bemused look.

Law’s co-worker Shachi let out a snort at the scene unfolding in front of him.

He knew he’d be no better if he was faced with a bold and pretty girl like yourself but Law was rarely flustered.

“How much do you need?” He blurted out, words clashing together.

“Just a mix of twenties, tens, and fives.” You replied as you looked at your nails, this ordeal taking far longer than it should’ve been.

He handed the bills, and you purposely grazed your slender thumb over the inked letters of “DEATH” on his knuckles.

“Thanks, Traffy.” You winked.

“What was your deal back there?” You giggled as you sat in the cracked leather backseat of Law’s beat-up Camaro.

“Just not used to you popping up like that.” He murmured.

His hand snaked up your throat, gripping your jaw to tilt it back as he traced open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

“Mhm? Maybe I’ll come around more often.” You remarked, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle back a moan at Law’s tongue gliding along your sensitive skin.

You both pretended to not know each other to avoid the other busybodies in the mall making you two the topic of conversation. But it didn’t stop Law’s brain from short-circuiting every time you dropped by in your skimpy clothes.

“And do what? Tease me in that little tight skirt? Last thing I need is to get a hard-on in a place that smells like Funions.” He said wryly as he pulled away from your neck.

It was no secret Law hated working at the store.

He loved comics and the other paraphernalia but the customers were usually jackasses that prioritised mint condition comics and figurines over deodorant.

“Dunno. It’s fun seeing all the guys get excited over the glance of an actual girl.” You grinned as you faced Law, nipping his chin. It was difficult to crack a smile out of him but you always managed to.

You ruffled his jet-black spikes as you smiled at him.

“Makes me wanna break their jaw when they look at you.” He said a little darkly as he shifted to place you on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips as you straddled him.

He rolled your shirt up above your boobs as an impish grin tugged at his lips.

“No bra?”

“Shut up.” You snickered as you rolled your eyes.

Your laughter turned into moans as you felt Law’s mouth latch onto your breast, his tongue swirling around the pert bud as his smoky grey eyes were fixated on yours.

The sounds of him suckling on the flesh as well as your soft moan sent a shiver down Law’s spine.

Your breathing became labored as the intensity of his gaze caused heat to pool in your gut.

Your fingers threaded in his coal-black tresses.

“…Law.” You murmured, feeling lightheaded at the way your nipples strained at the exposure to the cool air as well as the way his mouth consumed you.

Your back arched as he flicked his tongue across its peak, you gasped and let out a soft sigh.

Shutting your eyes, your hands still memorised him well. Your hands trailed along his toned biceps, then dropped to slip underneath his black mesh vest.

He shuddered as he felt your acrylics rake against his flanks, and trace along the lean muscle.

He could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath your touch, and you revelled in the warmth of his skin against your fingers.

A content sigh escaped from your lips as you ground against Law, rubbing yourself against his clothed crotch.

His large hands cupped your hips to lift you slightly as he undid his pants.

He smirked as he noticed your reaction.

“Seems like you're enjoying yourself quite a bit, huh?” He muttered as he kissed the crook of your neck, using his other hand to rub small circles on your inner thigh.

Law’s length sprung free and slapped against his abs, you grinning as you fisted his cock.

“Easy.” He hissed, panting a little.

You murmured an apology as he met your lips once again.

“You ready for this?” He asked.

Law slipped his long digits into your wet heat, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he sucked your tongue gently, sounds of lips smacking taking up the backseat.

“Mmm, you're so wet. You want me inside you?” He said, voice almost a growl between kisses as your hands cupped his jaw. You nodded and whined as you felt his finger curl against you.

“Please…” You whined.

Law groaned as he heard your breathy moans and sighs, the heat in his groin intensifying.

“Oh, fuck. You know how to drive me crazy, don't you?” He smirked against your lips as your tongue tangled together, saliva dribbling down your chins.

He slipped another finger into you, thrusting harder and faster.

“That's it, baby. Cum for me.”

He rubbed your swollen nub faster, pumping his fingers into her harder and deeper, making her gasp and writhe with pleasure in his lap.

“Let go for me, babe.”

“I’m s’close Law, please..!” You gasped out as your velvet walls began to pulsate around his digits and your stomach caved in with your heavy breaths.

As your essence coated his fingers he withdrew almost immediately, causing you to whine from the loss of warmth.

“You look so beautiful when you cum.” He panted as he brought his fingers to your lips. “Have a taste, princess.”

You nodded eagerly and enveloped his fingers with your plump lips as you held his wrist, swirling and lapping up your juices as your eyes fixated on him.

Law couldn’t hold back the grunt at how aroused he was at the sight, feeling his cock stirring all over again.

He crushed his lips against yours again, tasting you on your tongue, his hands on your hips and helping to guide you down, groaning as he felt himself being sheathed inside your warmth.

“Ahh...shit, you feel so good. Just take it slow, okay? Don't want to hurt yourself.” You said gently, strained as the veins in his neck bulged.

“Promise…” You mumbled as you set your hands on his broad shoulders as you slowly began to roll my hips, sliding up and down his veiny cock.

Law grunted as he felt you move on top of him, his hands grasping onto your hips to guide your rhythm.

“Take your time.” He leaned forward to capture your lips in another kiss, another hand moving up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently as you bounced on top of him.

He felt his excitement hitting a boiling point.

“I’m gonna cum, shit.” He thrusted up into you a few more times before he feels himself spilling inside you, filling you up with his cum as he repeated your name.

You felt your body go limp as you slumped against him, burying your face into his neck as you breathed heavily.

Law held you close, a feeling of contentment and pleasure washing over him as your heated skin was on his.

“You okay, baby?” He asked softly as he stroked your back softly, catching his breath.

“Fuck, it’s so stuffy in here..” You whined at the car windows fogging up.

Law chuckled as he looked around, noticing the mist on the windows.

“Yeah, we might have to crack a window or something.” He leans over you to roll down the passenger window, feeling the cool night air rushing in. “Better?”

“Mhm.” You smiled as you lay on his chest, his arm tight around you.

author’s note: again w the porn no plot drabbles again i guess lmao 👨🏽‍🦯 if u enjoyed this reblogs and interactions r always appreciated

Searching for more crew members 🏴‍☠️🫡

Fanboy

Pairing: Law x Reader

NSFW

Summary: You get a little more than you bargained for when you decide to clean your Captain's office for him and stumble upon his smutty fanfiction. Warnings: Very Mild Angst, Smut, Fem!Reader, Roleplay, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Edging, Minor Dacryphilia, Petnames (use of sweetheart and good girl) Word Count: 7.6k Notes: This was originally supposed to be a sub 2000 word silly one shot about Law writing Sora smut. As you can see, it very quickly got out of hand. I hope you all enjoy it!

You have come to terms with the fact your Captain does not and will never want you how you want him.

It was hard, at first, to hear his silky voice and see his strong hands and not imagine him saying what you want to hear as he holds you against the wall, fingers slipping slowly up your thighs to where you need him most. It got even harder a few years in, after he started wearing perpetually open shirts and coats, showing off the tattoos you so desperately want to trace your tongue across. But you’re finally starting to accept that he simply doesn’t feel the same. His eyes don’t linger on you when you’re around. He doesn’t show you any leniency (not that you would expect any, of course, but it’s hard not to notice his favoritism for Bepo when he forgives him in an instant for a transgression he had you swab the deck for). He doesn’t accept your help when you offer it, no matter how badly he needs it.

He just doesn’t really want anything to do with you, or at least no more to do with you than anyone else on the ship. Penguin and Shachi, who unfortunately clocked your affection for your Captain years ago, have come up with a long list of excuses as to why he hasn’t shown any signs of affection.

“He’s shy.”

“He gets embarrassed easily.”

“He’s worried about the power gap.”

“He only looks at you when you aren’t looking.”

“Yelling is how he shows his affection.”

And of course, your personal favorite.

“He’s just a nerd. He doesn’t know how to act around women.”

Shachi has repeated this one a lot, and as always you immediately dispute it. “That cannot possibly be true, Shachi.”

“Why not?”

“Look at him!”

“I know what he looks like. Doesn’t change the fact he gets nervous.”

“Captain has never, for even a single moment, shown any sort of hesitation or shyness in front of me. And he’s a grown man, a handsome one, not to mention a wanted pirate. You honestly expect me to believe he’s some shy little nerd who can’t bring himself to talk to me? He just doesn’t like me, Shachi. And that’s fine. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

“Handle what?” Penguin’s voice echoes in the small room he and Shachi share, which you’ve decided to invade for the day. 

“Her pining for Captain.”

“Ah.”

You huff. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like it’s like…a fact of life. Something so easy to brush past.”

Shachi narrows his eyes in confusion. “I thought you said that’s what you wanted to do. Be casual about it, and all.”

“Yeah, I want to. It feels different when you do it.” You’re pouting. You hate that you’re pouting.

Penguin gives you a pitying smile, dripping with good natured sympathy that makes you clench your jaw. “It’s tough, isn’t it?” He sits on the edge of his bed, careful not to shift you too much. He pats your shoulder, tutting quietly. “It’s hard to get over somebody you don’t really want to get over.”

“Yeah,” you mutter. You finally lift your head, and once you make eye contact, his smile turns a little more teasing.

“I know a great guy you could use as a rebound.”

You sigh. “Is it you?”

He laughs. “Who’s to say? You don’t need him yet.” His smile softens again, something more genuine. “But know that if you really do give up, there will be other guys. Other chances. Give this one a good shot, a real one, and if it doesn’t work out? Come talk to us, and it’ll all be alright.”

Shachi pipes up as well. “It will work out, really. But if it doesn’t…” he wiggles his eyebrows, and you can’t help but finally give them the laugh they were clearly aiming for. Which becomes a full on giggle fit once they light up and give each other a massive high five at their victory. The room is warm, and you finally forget your worries for a moment.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Law’s voice cuts through you like ice, and your laughter stops in an instant. Shachi and Penguin are unphased, of course, still smiling freely.

“I just got off of my shift, Captain. I was going to take a nap, but…” Penguin pokes your side, and you let out a soft squeak as you curl in on yourself. You don’t miss the way Law’s eyes narrow slightly at the contact, the way he seems to focus in on the noise. He must be annoyed with you, with how you’re taking up space somewhere you don’t belong.

“I’m also off shift.” Your voice is small, embarrassingly so. 

“I wasn’t talking to you two.” Law’s voice is just as flat and authoritative as always. He’s nothing if not born to command. You’d love to hear what commands he might give you, if–

No. Bad. Evil. Your mind betrays you, as it always does. You sit up so you can hide yourself behind Penguin, make yourself small and inconspicuous and hope that Law will stop looking at you with those beautiful piercing eyes. You don’t know how long you can be normal under such an intense gaze. 

“I’m on break,” Shachi defends, causing Law’s eyes to shift over to him. You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief as you feel the pressure of his gaze leave you, and you wrap your arms lightly around Penguin, allowing your forehead to fall forward and press into his back. You can feel the rumble of a laugh working its way through his chest, though you can’t figure out why.

Law’s voice is significantly harsher than before. “Well, end it.” You flinch, unused to him snapping quite so cruelly. Law may have a shorter temper than he would admit, but he never sounds quite so furious, especially not with Shachi and Penguin. He seems to realize this as well, because the next time he speaks is much gentler. “I–Just get back to work. I need everyone at their best right now.”

“Aye aye, Captain!” There’s a hint of chuckle in Shachi’s voice, for some reason. He stands, bed creaking as he does. “You can use my bed if you want to nap in here. Let Peng have his.”

You let out a soft whine, but peel yourself off of Penguin anyway. “No, it’s fine, I should get back to my room anyway. I need a nap before I do anything else.” You think you see Law nodding in approval out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look at him, his eyes are firmly on Shachi, glaring at his back as he leaves. Just wishful thinking on your part, as always. 

Penguin softly pats your back as you walk past. “Chin up. It’ll all work out.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“What’ll work out?” Law is staring at Penguin’s hand on your back.

“Nothing!” You try not to sound panicked. You fail, of course.

His eyes narrow.

“Sorry, Captain. This is a secret just for us lowly crew members. No captains allowed!” Penguin’s smile is relaxed and easy, and it almost manages to calm you down. You would love to play along, make a little joke out of it, but the idea of him finding out petrifies you. What if he’s disgusted by the idea? Horrified enough to kick you out of the crew, your home, your family? He wouldn’t, you know that, but the image in your head is so clear. Your chest feels tight, your head fuzzy, and you think at some point you started holding your breath.

Law makes a noncommittal grunt, scowl still clear on his face, but he leaves. A small mercy.

“Hey, take a breath, please. You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

“Are you gonna be alright to get back to your room? Do you need me to walk you?” Penguin’s hand rests gently on your elbow, and he looks ready to jump to your aid at any moment.

You give him a shaky smile. “I’ll be alright. Anxiety’s never killed anyone. Probably.” You take care to walk as steadily as you can out of the room, avoiding eye contact with your Captain, who’s waiting directly outside.

“You okay?” His voice stops you in your tracks.

“Yeah, I’m–” You see the disbelief on his face. “I’ve been better. But it’s okay. I’ll get there.”

“Are Penguin and Shachi giving you trouble? They mean well, but sometimes their jokes can go a little far. I–” He clears his throat, eyes glancing away for a moment. “I could talk to them. If you need me to.”

You chuckle. This means he really has no idea he’s the source of your anguish. Good. “Oh, no, it’s nothing like that. They’re actually helping me through something.”

He purses his lips. You imagine how soft they’d feel on yours. “Helping you through something?”

“Yeah. I’ve been struggling with it lately, and talking to them has really helped.” You stare intensely at the wall behind him, worrying that you’ll come undone and say something you can’t take back if you stare into his eyes for too long. Something about him just makes you want to melt under his gaze, and you can’t afford to give in to the impulse.

He hums, eyes briefly fluttering closed. “I see. Well, I’m glad you have their support.” Is it just you, or is his voice a bit colder than it was before? “I’ll leave you be. Have a nice nap.”

“Thanks, Captain.” You try not to run back to your room until you’re sure he can’t hear your footsteps anymore. You change out of your boiler suit, desperate to be in something more comfortable than this, and throw yourself into your bed face first. You press your face into your pillow, trying to ground yourself. You aren’t allowed to imagine what it would feel like to lay on Law’s chest instead, his hands on your back, tracing meaningless patterns into your skin. You aren’t allowed to imagine the warmth of the blankets as his, or the comfort of your weighted blanket as his arm around your back. You certainly aren’t allowed to cry about the fact that it isn’t him, and that it never will be. Because that would mean you weren’t getting over him, instead getting lost in a fantasy of what can never and will never be. And you have no time for fantasy, despite what your heart keeps trying to tell you. 

You dream of him, as you always seem to.

You could cope with it, if it were simply sex. If it were about nothing more than his cock and his hands and the way his voice penetrates deep into your bones whenever you hear it, turning you pliable and needy. But today’s dream is one you’ve had before, and one you always dread.

I love you. His hands are gentle as they wrap around your waist, pulling you close. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. His nose nuzzles against your neck, tickling you and making you giggle.

I love you too, Law. I think I always have. Your hands rest on his chest, and you can feel his heart beating below your fingers, quick and thundering. You smile. Nervous?

Of course I am. Look at you. His eyes bore into yours, and you can see the affection flooding them. His nose brushes against yours, his lips growing closer, and his eyes flutter shut.

Yours shoot open.

No matter how many dreams you have about Law, you can never kiss him. How sad, that your brain can imagine a hundred ways he can fuck you and not one in which gives you the one thing you’ve been craving most.

You throw off your covers and throw on a bra, not bothering to get fully dressed. You need some air, which is unfortunate, considering the Tang won’t surface for at least another day or two. You can at least go downstairs and find a window, press yourself against the glass and pretend you’re out in the cold of the ocean, at peace with the world around you. You can avoid passing Law’s office, and hopefully that means you’ll avoid the man himself. You don’t want to burst into tears the moment you see him, and you feel too soft and fragile right now, like your edges are crumbling. Half of you is still in the dream, melting into fantasy, and being snapped into reality with a single look might shatter you.

You pad quietly out into the hallway, unsure of what time it is, not wanting to wake anyone. It’s impossible to tell what time of day it is on the Tang when you’re underwater, lit only by harsh fluorescents that constantly buzz. It’s peaceful, feeling the cold metal of the floors seep through your socks and hearing the quiet thunk of your footsteps muffled by the fabric. 

“Are you heading downstairs?”

You turn to see Bepo, shifting uncomfortably on his feet, papers in hand. “Yeah, I am. Why? Do you need something?”

“Can you run these to Captain for me? I would, but–” 

You see him wince as he speaks, and you immediately know what the problem is. Before you can even think about it, you’re swiping the papers from his hands easily. “Yeah, of course, big guy. I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you so much!” He’s off in an instant.

You stare at the papers, willing yourself into reality. You’re going to bring something to your captain. The man you have no other relationship with. Just doing your job. And afterwards you can go back to your room and cry all you want, if you really feel like you need to.

Law should be in his office right now, buried up to his neck in paperwork. It doesn’t feel great to add to that pile, or to let him see you so underdressed, but Bepo needed help. You can’t let him suffer just to avoid some embarrassment. You make your way down, knocking lightly against his office door.

No voice calls you inside.

Strange. He should be here. Maybe he fell asleep at his desk again. You’ve heard the others scold him for that dozens of times, and you’ve caught him yourself once or twice. He’s going to ruin his back if he keeps doing that. You crack open the door, ready to shift him into a more comfortable position, but you find your Captain isn’t actually there at all. His desk is a mess, papers everywhere, a sharp contrast from the neatly organized shelves and minimalist look of the rest of the room.

“Maybe I should tidy up for him,” you mutter to yourself. Law hates asking for help with things he believes he should be able to handle on his own, but clearly this is getting away from him. And even if he wasn’t grateful for the intrusion, at least it might lighten his load a little. You’d do nearly anything to ease your Captain’s burdens, if he’d just let you.

Before you realize it, your hands are on the papers, your former fragility forgotten as you get lost in the calm that such a mundane task brings you. You start by simply organizing the papers into stacks based on their titles and a quick skim of their opening paragraphs. You don’t read any further, not wanting to read anything not meant for your eyes, and you quickly find you’re able to organize everything into three neat stacks: medical papers, ship logs, and a third stack of anything that doesn’t fit into the previous two. You’re nearly finished when you find a title that makes you pause.

You can’t figure out what What You Can’t Have could mean, or what this bundle of papers is doing in Law’s office. Skimming the first few paragraphs doesn’t give you any explanation, until you start reading more closely and see a name: Sora.

Everyone in the North Blue knows about Sora, Warrior of the Sea, and everyone on this ship knows it more intimately than most. Your Captain’s fondness for the series and your fondness for him means you know it very well, well enough to know this is not one of the noncanonical (but still official) spinoff novels, or a novel adaptation of one of the comics. There’s a character you’ve never heard of before in this, one that, if you were a more paranoid person, you would suspect is based on you. She can’t be, of course. That would be ridiculous. But as you read her introductory paragraph, you can’t help but notice she bears a striking physical resemblance to you. Same hair and eye color, same height, same build. But she can’t be you. She’s described as seductive, enchanting, and many other things you know nobody would ever say about you.

You should put this down. But the writing style is so familiar, and so are the handwritten edits in the margins. Your captain wrote this. You had no idea this was what he did in what little spare time he has. You keep telling yourself to stop reading, to tuck it away and pretend you didn’t see it, because really, you know he wouldn’t want you to have seen it, easily embarrassed as he is. But there’s so much passion in the words, so much care, and frankly? It’s good. Really good. You think he has some real talent, in something you would have never expected him to even try. His care for the series oozes from every word, and he’s really good at building tension, and–

Oh.

Your captain hasn’t just been writing fanfiction about his favorite hero.

He’s been writing smut.

Really good smut, honestly.

You lean against the desk, completely enraptured by his work. The tension between Sora and this unnamed woman is astonishing, every single word winding you up tighter as you wait for the dam to break. Before you know it, you’re fully bent over the desk, clutching the page in your hands, trying not to rub your thighs together at the very graphic descriptions of what Sora is doing with his hands. You imagine Law’s hands, lithe and long, sliding under your shirt like Sora’s do under this mystery woman’s. You imagine his breath puffing against your ear as he instructs, be good for me, now, and maybe you can finally get what you want, just like Sora does. You imagine him moving impossibly closer, feeling his hardness press into your thigh as– 

“What are you doing in here?”

You freeze. Your captain is standing in the door, papers in hand and scowl severe. If you didn’t know better, you would think for a moment his eyes lingered on the cleavage you’re showing by leaning over this far. But you do know better, so you tell yourself he’s simply observing the papers in your hands, even if his gaze seems aimed too high for that. You shoot up, papers still in hand, shirt riding up in the process, and god does it look like his eyes dip down to your exposed midriff in the process. But they don’t. You have more pressing matters than your delusions, anyway.

“Hi Captain!”

“...Hi.”

“I–Um. I was organizing your desk for you.”

His eyes linger on the three stacks of papers, humming quietly. “I see that. …Why?”

“Bepo had me run papers down to you, but you weren’t here, and–and your desk was so messy, so much messier than usual, and I was worried maybe you were overwhelmed and I thought it might help.” You’re speaking a mile a minute, clutching the papers close to your chest in some desperate attempt to ground yourself, but the sound of the papers wrinkling causes him to glance down and now you’re sure that just for a moment he was looking at your boobs and you’re far more flustered than you were when you began.

And even worse, he smiles. It’s a soft, gentle thing, which sneaks so slowly onto his face you don’t even know if he realizes it’s there. But it is. And it’s beautiful. “Thank you, then. I appreciate the thought.”

Your grip eases on the papers for a second, and the crinkling brings his attention back to them. You don’t know what gives it away, but with the way his eyes widen slightly, the way his lips part, you know that he knows what you have in your hands. The way he whispers your name, the fear in it, makes your heart clench.

“Captain–”

“Did you–I–” He takes a breath, gathers himself. “Did you read anything you weren’t supposed to?”

God, you did. You’re halfway through a sex scene, flushed and flustered and thinking about your captain in ways that are wholly and completely inappropriate. You’re panicking. You can’t let Law see how flustered you are, can’t let him realize that you were fantasizing about him, lusting after him in his office while he’s out like some kind of pervert. So, trying to turn this around on him, throw him off his rhythm, you decide to make a deeply out of character choice.

You open your mouth, taking a dramatic breath as though you're going to start reading aloud, and you can see the panic in Law's eyes. Before you can decide between reading and handing it over to spare him the embarrassment, you hear “Shambles!” as the papers in your hand are swapped with the ones he walked in with. You're momentarily disappointed, before you look down and are struck with intense and all consuming delight.

In trying to get the fanfiction out of your hands, Law has, in fact, given you more of his fanfiction to read.

You gasp quietly, cheshire cat grin widening. Law looks at you with confusion, clearly still so thrown he hasn't realized what's just transpired. In your current state, you can only think of one way to inform him.

"Her hands were soft and gentle, so small compared to his-"

"STOP." He lunges forward around the desk, powers forgotten as he decides to bullrush you to get the papers out of your hands. His hands wrap around your wrists, and before you know it you’re pinned against the desk, chests pressed together, his leg pressed between your thighs. You flush, overwhelmed by the sensation of his hard body against yours, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Do you think this is funny?”

You open your mouth to respond, but his lips are so close, and you feel something else pressing into your midriff. You make a small choked noise, and his glare doesn’t dampen.

“Are you trying to embarrass your captain?”

“I–uh–Captain–” You can barely squeak out anything, and he presses closer.

“Answer me.”

“You’re so close.”

He pauses.

He blinks.

And suddenly your captain is across the room, face bright red, holding his papers in front of his chest like a shield. “I–um.” He stares at you a moment, his eyes moving from your face to your chest to your hips and back up, and suddenly the papers shifts down in front of his crotch.

He couldn’t…

Could he?

Before you can process this, he’s speaking again, his tone far less authoritative than it was before. “How far did you read?”

“Uh–pretty far.”

You could swear his voice cracks a little as he whispers, “Oh god. This is–you were never supposed to see that.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep reading, it was just–it was really good.”

He stares at you a moment, mouth agape. “What?”

“It was–I liked it a lot. I didn’t even mean to start it, I just couldn’t figure out what pile to put it in, and then I got really invested, and–I’m really, really sorry, Captain.”

“You liked it?” His eyes are narrowed, looking at you like something dangerous, like if he shows a moment of weakness you’ll pounce. He approaches you slowly, inching closer and closer.

“...Yeah. I did. I was really impressed, actually. I didn’t know you were a writer.”

He scoffs. “I wouldn’t call myself that.”

“Why?”

“I just…don’t know if I’m good at it.” He sounds small in a way you’ve never heard him. You’ve never seen Law less than confident before. He absolutely radiates it, a constant smug grin and twinkle in his eyes. It suits him far better than slumped shoulders and wringing hands.

“Are you kidding? It was amazing. What I was able to read, anyway. I couldn’t bear to put it down.” You reach for him for just a moment, your hand ready to touch his shoulder, but something in you pulls it back. You can’t bring yourself to touch him, not as you are. 

He won’t look at you. You can feel his regret in sharing, in allowing his mask to crack slightly. There’s a bitterness to his tone as he snaps at you like a wounded animal. “You expect me to believe that? That you didn’t just read it to laugh at me?”

You can’t keep the pity off of your face. His first instinct is always to believe he’ll be hurt, that an open hand is a sign of a slap, and not a kind touch. “Why on earth would I do that, Captain?”

His shoulders unknot a bit as he thinks it over. You have never done anything to hurt him, and to tease in such a cruel way is not in your nature. He’s not relaxed, not quite, but he isn’t ready to run anymore. He leans against a nearby table, parking himself at a distance but assuring you he won’t go further. “I suppose you wouldn’t. …So you really liked it?”

The way he’s looking at you is so fragile, so soft. You feel your heart clench at the sight of such a guarded man looking so adorable, though you know he would hate to be called such a thing. You can’t help the affection that leaks into your gentle smile as you look at him. “I really did.”

He huffs, trying to bring back up his walls, but he can’t hide his relief, and his continued interest. “What did you like about it?”

“I thought the descriptions were very vivid. It was…” It feels like crossing a line you can’t uncross to call it hot, but he’s looking at you so expectantly. “Very stimulating.”

Something akin to a smirk grows on his face, offset by the dust of a blush on his cheeks. His voice is an octave deeper when he speaks. “Simulating?”

You shiver. “I–uh–yes. The leads had really good chemistry. I never imagined Sora would be so…charming. And I liked the woman too, though I have to admit I didn’t recognize her name.”

He nods. “You wouldn’t. She’s an original character.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I wanted to try my hand at something new, and I didn’t like pairing him with any of the canon characters so I just…made one up.”

You shift nervously on your feet, thinking about how remarkably familiar her description was. “So you made her just for this? Didn’t even give her a name?”

“I haven’t decided her name yet, but I’m working on it. And yeah, she’s just for this. Why?”

You want to be subtle, ease your way in, but your mind is running a mile a minute and frankly subtlety has never been your strong suit anyway. “So…is she supposed to be me?”

He shoots up so quickly he nearly falls over. “What? No! No, why would you think that?” He looks absolutely mortified, like he’s praying the floor swallows him whole. He looks about two seconds away from shambling himself out of the sub and letting the ocean take him away.

“Well in her intro, when you describe her…she looks a lot like me.”

“...She does?” He seems genuinely surprised, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Why are you asking? You’re the writer! You didn’t realize?”

“No, I…” He’s blushing to the tips of his ears. “She was just supposed to be a beautiful woman. I didn’t think that hard about what she looked like beyond that.”

“She has the same hair color and eye color as me, you describe her as around my height, and the dress she’s wearing in her intro is my favorite color.”

His shoulders are so tense they’re practically up over his ears. If his voice cracks when he yells, you’re kind enough not to acknowledge it. “I didn’t think that much about it! I just thought of a beautiful woman and I described her.”

“So when you think of a beautiful woman in your head, you see me?”

He doesn’t answer.

You try to hide your giddy smile. “That’s sweet, Captain.”

He avoids eye contact so aggressively you swear it must be hurting him at this point. “It wasn’t–I–I didn’t notice. You don’t think it’s…creepy?”

“That you think I’m beautiful?”

“That I wrote porn about a woman who looks exactly like you.”

“Oh. When you put it like that I guess it doesn’t sound great.” He tenses again, so you rush to reassure him. “But no, I don’t think it’s creepy. It’s not like you meant to, or anything. Or that you wrote about me and like, another member of the crew or something. Why would I be mad that I just happen to be exactly your type?” Your heart is beating out of your chest as you try to portray a confidence you certainly don’t feel. 

“Right. Yeah. I–There’s nothing wrong with that.”

He didn’t deny it.

“And it’s…great porn, honestly.”

Your delivery is so awkward the tension finally breaks as he laughs at you. “I appreciate that. I worked hard on it. But I’m not sure on some of the descriptions.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not sure it reads as true to life.”

“Does it need to?”

“No, not really, fantasies don’t have to be realistic. But…I can’t help but think about it anyway. What if part of it is so unrealistic it takes you out of it entirely, and I just didn’t notice? Or didn’t know because I’ve never tried that specific thing? Do you know what I mean?”

You do. You know insecurity in your work, the way it whispers in your ear. You know that words are not enough reassurance to silence those whispers. You want to help him, even if you don’t know how you could.

“What if we…tested it? To see if it’s realistic?” You can’t believe the words that just left your mouth. From the look on his face, Law can’t either.

“What?” A beautiful crimson streaks across his face and up to his ears, heat radiating off of him.

“Oh my god. Forget I said that, that was so inappropriate, I’ll just go–”

“No!” He’s so loud you both flinch, and he seems surprised by his own objection. His long fingers are wrapped around your wrist, and you can feel his calluses brush against your skin. God, what you wouldn’t give for those fingers to be somewhere else. “No, don’t–don’t leave. I think–I would–um. I’d like that.”

You blink. “You would?”

“Just to…test it. To make sure my writing is accurate. I’m a perfectionist.”

“Right.”

“Yeah.” His eyes flicker down to where he’s holding you, and to your surprise, he doesn’t release his grip. He tugs you closer, pressing your chests together, and you can feel his warm breath in his ear. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Law.”

“What?”

The deep rumble of his voice is commanding in a way that has you rubbing your thighs together. “I want to hear you say my name. Call me Law.”

“Yes, Law.”

You can feel his smirk as he whispers the next words in your ear. “Good girl.”

Heat rushes to your face, and you bite your lip to keep from making any deeply embarrassing noises. He chuckles as he pulls away, and you see no trace of his earlier apprehension or nerves. You suppose Law has always been a good liar, always putting up the front of the proud, confident, and unshakable Surgeon of Death. What is this but another part for him to play?

“How did it start again?” He places his hands on your hips, leading you away from the desk and toward the wall. “She and Sora meet up in the club, strike up a conversation–”

“Can we skip to the good part?” You hate how needy and breathless you sound. You’re already worked up from reading, from hearing him speak, from being so close, that you think if you spend another minute without some kind of release you might explode.

He chuckles. “I guess we can skip forward a bit.” He presses you against the wall, hand sliding to your thigh. You shiver, but he stops right before his fingers slide under your shorts. “But have you been good enough to earn it?”

You whine, a pathetic, wounded sound that comes from deep within you. For a moment, you see his facade slip as he swallows, trying not to give away how much the sound turned him on. But after a moment his mask settles back firmly in place, and you’re both ready to continue the game. “Please, Law. I’ve been good. I’ll be good.”

His smile is all teeth as his fingers find their place inside of you. First one, pumping slowly and deliberately, curling to hit your sweet spot just right. He moans quietly in your ear at the feeling of it. You know his line before he says it. “Do you feel that? The way you’re pulling me in? You need me bad, sweetheart, don’t you?”

He inserts a second finger right as you open your mouth to answer. “Ahh–Yes! I need you!”

He pumps harder, faster, and his other hand starts to wander towards your chest. His lips find your neck, nipping at the point where it meets your jaw, making you gasp again. His hand gently squeezes your breast through your shirt, and he can feel your hardened nipples through the fabric. He chuckles. “Yes, you do. Nobody else can make you feel as good as I can. You know it. That’s why you’re here, that’s why you’re so drawn to me. On some level you know: it’s just you and me. We’re all there is, all that matters. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Law! Yes!”

His free hand effortlessly removes your shirt, and you gasp as you’re exposed to the air, your back pressing into the cold wall. He removes your bra next, letting out a soft hiss of appreciation when he finally sees them fully exposed. “As beautiful as I imagined,” he whispers, seemingly to himself. You don’t remember that line.

His mouth finds your nipple easily, sucking and nipping as you threaten to come undone under his attention. His fingers are still moving, his thumb on your clit, building the tension in your body until you feel like you’re going to explode. You’re so very close to the edge, close enough that in your pleasure you forget the next part of the story for a moment.

Until his fingers leave you.

“No!” Your head slams back into the wall as you wail, tears welling up in your eyes. Law seems unaffected, pulling back from you as he slowly inserts his fingers into his mouth, savoring your taste. The only sign that you’ve shaken him is the clear strain of his cock under his jeans, desperate to be free.

His fingers leave his mouth with a pop, and he smiles at you, eyes half-lidded. “Did you think it was going to be that easy? That you would just get what you want, no questions asked?”

You whine, the sound filled with genuine despair. The room is silent for a moment as he stares at you, waiting for your next line, and you try to remember the part you’re supposed to play here. You just barely manage to grasp it, breathlessly saying, “I thought you were a better man than to leave a lady wanting.”

He slides off his tank top, revealing his beautiful tattoos to you. “Oh, honey, this isn’t about what you want. It’s about what you need. And how wonderful it’ll be, once you’re so on edge you can barely stand it, and I finally give in to you. Can you imagine it?” He pops the button of his pants next, sensually sliding them and his boxers down to expose his bare hips. “What it’ll feel like, when I’m finally inside of you?”

His cock is finally free, bobbing in the air as it leaks with precum. He looks painfully hard, and you swallow as you briefly imagine it in your mouth. You’d give almost anything to taste him right now, but that isn’t a part of the scene.

“You’ll feel so full, honey. Imagine how good it’ll feel to cum on my cock. Isn’t that worth the wait?”

“God, yes.”

“Good girl. So agreeable.” One hand finds your hips as he uses the other to line himself up. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, god, please.”

He slowly slides in, feeling the drag of every inch of his dick against your walls. He makes a strangled noise at the feeling, burying his face into your neck as he desperately tries to catch his breath. He stops once he’s fully sheathed in you, giving you both a moment to adjust.

And then another.

And another.

“Law?”

You can hear him chuckle against you. “What, darling?”

“Please, Law.”

He pretends to ponder whether or not to give in for a moment, keeping you in suspense, before he relents. He pulls away from your neck, revealing his extremely red face. His voice may be calm, but the rest of him cannot hide the effects you’re having. “What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words.”

You know the line you’re supposed to say next. She tells Sora she wants relief, wants him to move, wants anything that she can have. But you’re soft, and weak, filled with want. You cannot help but think of your dream this morning, what you were denied and what you’ve always wanted. So you speak the honest truth. “I want you to kiss me.”

He stares at you for a moment, eyes searching yours. You see your own want reflected in him, an affection that makes your chest ache. Then a smile blooms across his face, one gentler than you deserve. The line he says next is Sora’s, but what comes after is all Law. “Whatever the lady wants,” he murmurs, before his lips meet yours.

The kiss isn’t fireworks, or an all consuming flame, or any other way you’d ever heard such a thing described. It was tender, it was kind, and most importantly, it was Law. You’d never wanted anything else. It finally confirms to you that this isn’t a dream, that he’s really here, pressing you against this wall, a desire burning in him that only you can satiate. The lust is still here, the heat of your bodies intertwined, but there’s something tender and real beneath it. 

Once you both pull back, panting, you look into his eyes and know the scene is well and truly over. Now it’s just you and Law, breaths mingling and hearts pounding. He smiles at you, a nervous, delicate thing, his confidence left behind with the script. He’s breathless as he whispers, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

You let out a soft, unsure laugh. “Is that Law talking, or Sora?”

He brushes his nose against yours. “It’s all me. It always has been.”

You can’t help your lovesick smile, dripping with a saccharine fondness you couldn’t hide if you tried. You meet his lips again, a kiss with a little more fire, a little more desperation. You try to convey everything you can’t say aloud: the years of yearning, the pain of thinking this moment would never come, the euphoria of learning you were wrong. Your hands press against his chest, his pulse fluttering under your fingers in unison with your own. You wrap your legs around his waist, desperate to pull him ever closer. He lets out a soft sound, almost a whimper, at the feeling of your lips against his as you clench around him. His tongue slips into your mouth, and once again the air around you grows ever hotter.

“Can I move?” There’s a whine to his voice. “Please.”

“Please do,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chests together. 

He needs no further instruction, thrusting harshly, hips rutting against yours. You can feel him struggle to hold himself back from pounding into you at a bruising pace. His hands grip your hips, his nails digging in as he clenches his teeth.

“You don’t have to hold back, Law. I’ll take anything you want to give me.”

He struggles to speak through his self control. “I want to enjoy this. I want to take my time.” Another deliberate thrust has you dragging your nails down his back, making him moan in your ear. “I want this to be as good as it can be for you.”

“This is–ahh!–already better than I’d ever dreamed, Law.”

One of his hands moves to your clit, his fingers starting a steady motion. “Not good enough,” he mutters. His lips find your neck, placing open mouthed kisses along its length, his teeth grazing your skin. You feel yourself coming close to cumming again, your voice growing louder, echoing through the room as you babble. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, the words please and more and Law are all you can say, all you can think. There is nothing in the world beyond the feeling of him against you, inside of you, his soft lips and callused hands. 

You expect him to rip away your pleasure again, but when he briefly stills, your babbles turn to sobs anyway. He pulls back to look you in the eye, take in the sight of the tears running down your face, and you can see him soften once again. His hands and hips start moving again immediately as he presses soft kisses against your cheeks, clearing away your tears.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s alright. You’re doing great. I won’t take it from you again, I promise.” His voice is filled with pity. “You’ve been so good, you can take what you want now.” He builds you back up quickly, his hips pressing into yours even faster than before. You can feel yourself about to burst, and you slam your lips into his, moaning into his mouth. The dam finally bursts, and the pleasure nearly blinds you as you clench around him, his hips struggling to keep moving with how tightly your legs are wrapped around his waist. Your orgasm is what finally makes him break, filling you to the brim as his movements stutter.

You bask in the feeling for a moment, both panting and dripping with sweat, his cock rapidly softening inside of you. Your head lolls forward, pressing into his shoulder, and you press a kiss against his sticky skin.

“Was it worth the wait?” He tries to ask the question in a teasing tone, but you can hear the insecurity underneath it.

“It was worth everything and more.” You shift to wrap your arms tighter around him and nuzzle your face into his neck. 

You can feel the rumble of his chest as he chuckles, gathering you up as he slips out of you. “Agreed.” He kisses the side of your head, an action so filled with care it nearly makes you burst into tears again. He tries to lower you onto something, making you pull him closer and whine. “I just need to set you down for a second, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”

“No.” You sound like a pouting child, making you cringe, but he laughs fondly anyway.

“Alright. A few more minutes. But I have to clean you up eventually, and then we need to find a place a bit more private to settle in, don’t you think? Or at least somewhere more comfortable.”

You hum quietly, pressing your nose further into him. You can worry about logistics in a few minutes. Right now you just want to bask in his warmth, in this dream turned reality, in the absolute joy of your feelings being reciprocated. “I really didn’t think you liked me,” you mutter sleepily. “I’m glad I was wrong.”

“I could say the same,” he murmurs into your hair.

You laugh. “Shachi and Peng are going to be so smug about this.”

“They are?”

“They’ve been trying to tell me for years, and they don’t get to tell me I told you so very often.”

“They were telling you too?” He laughs. “We could have done this months ago if we’d just believed them.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, your eyes starting to slip shut. “You’re worth the wait, though.”

You can hear the smile in his voice as his hand rubs soothing circles on your lower back, luring you further into sleep. “Yeah. So are you.”

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Long time no see...

ASL x Fem!Thick/chub!reader

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Summary: It's been so long since you've seen those three, how much time as past and their nothing like they used to be.

Everything pretty much is still the same just pretend ace never died💀👍

Warnings: NSFW/smut +18, 3-some, an actual plot that follows with the smut,creampie,overestim.

A but of angst in the beginning, some fluff throughout the story, dirty-talk, pet name usage, mentions of sexual harassment I will put a warning before that happens, and when it ends.

Words: 4k+

A/n: Reader is one year younger than Luffy| I made some modifications to the story and I decided to do a chubby/curvey thick reader, I wanted to make something that might fit more people like me enjoy;) but anyone can read this!

MINORS/AGELESS DNI I will block u…..

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They never considered you a sister. No you were far more than that towards them, deep down inside they had a huge attachment towards you, you never thought to hard about it in fact you never peeped enough to realize how much of an impact you leaving them did.

You left them as soon as you heard about his death, Sabo's death that is, it took a toll on you mentally and physically, you cried all night, all day, every second, soon enough your pain was so great that you couldn't even bare to shed tears anymore.

They tried to comfort you, they couldn't stand to see you this broken and sad. Despite being a meanie Ace did try to console you and Luffy tried to cheer you up by trying to take you bug hunting but you remained in your hole.

You remembered first meeting the three on how they built you a mini hideout for you underneath a very big tree and you called it your mini hole/hide-out. They even decorated it the way you loved it. They didn't stop until it was finished.

It's been what 13 years now? Well it didn't matter now, Luffy and Ace are off being pirates, doing their down thing, you occasionally looked in the news paper but not that often, the guilt radiating off of you of leaving them, you couldn't bring yourself to look at their faces even if it's in a picture somewhere.

You've longed wish to be a pirate but you attempted to be one but you just weren't cut out for the job,you just werent strong enough and all the men aboard didn't help you none, instead you were living in a city, working in a hotel as staff and personnel. Not the best job for you since you have to always deal with cat callers and the uniform you wore was a bit much. You complained about the uniform noticing how the other female staff uniform wasn't no where near as tight and revealing as yours, so you received a new uniform in the mail.

You were excited finally being able to be comfortable but to much of your dismay you put on the uniform for work the next day to only be accompanied by more tightness and the skirt was rising up your ass the uniform before then wasn't as tight as this one!

You mentally cried frustrated, you waltzed in and to only here snickers from the male staff, side eyeing them, you knew the uniform manager Jim had a thing for you for years you've been here and you decline every time but he always found something to jab at you.

And this time it seemed he wanted to pick at your uniform. You saw him snickering along with the rest of he male staff shamelessly eyeing up your ass.

You rolled your eyes and scurried off to do your job. Oh how you wished to find a better job in this stupid city. Sometimes you wished that you didn't leave that island and stayed there with Ace and Luffy.

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Luffy didn't expect to see two of his brothers here at the same time in fact he didn't care why they were here he was overjoyed.

The Sunny parked at the dock as the other straw hats scurried off to do their own thing to leave Luffy on his own but he didn't mind one bit.

He waved enthusiastically at the two as they walked on the harbor talking their asses off completely unaware of a flying human aiming towards them at full speed.

Luffy crashed himself into the two pair laughing hysterically as they both screamed.

“LUFFY!”

They both growled out glaring at the boy.

“Hehe sorry, guys.”

They both got up, and he gave them all big hugs, wrapping his arms around them.

“Oh why are u guys here?”

Luffy bluntly asked as he scratched his head.

“I could ask you the same thing”

Sabo said while laughing at the sudden coincidence.

“I heard there's a nice hotel here everyone's talking about it.” Ace said daydreaming about the hotel and all the nice things in it.

Sabo only nodded agreeing with his brother, he's heard about this place being the best on the grand line it'd very common for pirates to rest up here, so his curiosity got the best of him.

But Luffy nodded acting like he understood, but he didn't.

The older brothers walked down the side walk into town, with a helpless Luffy behind them.

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You were tired, your feet ached from standing and walking around all day making sure the hotel was running smoothly. You took a breather by going outside on their balcony sitting down giving your poor feet a rest.

⚠️But before you could take a seat, you heard a very familiar voice, you rolled your eyes at the incoming sound of Jim's voice coming towards you.

You tiredly sigh he approaches you with a grin.

“How's that uniform working out for ya?”

He was chewing his gum loudly while he winked at you. You shivered in disgust.

He walked further towards you now being more close, you put your hands on his chest to back him up.

“Leave me alone Jim and go do your job.” You glared at the man, you tried not to use profanities in a professional environment but it was hard not to with him.

You tried so hard to avoid him, but he seemed to always find you, so damn annoying, the worst thing about it is that everyone let him do it as well.

“Awee don't be like that sweetie, just one date.”

You damn nearly gagged at the name he gave you, you felt your brow twitch as you felt anger slowly build up inside you just itching to burst open.

“Cmonn you know you want it.” You felt him whisper in your ear as his hands graze against your ass, your eyes widened and you snapped.

You slapped him causing him to recoil back in shock as he took a few steps back, his eyes were wide as he held his hand against his cheek.

You stomped on his foot as you pushed past him and you stormed off furious leaving him yelling loudly in pain as he clutched his foot. ⚠️

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You pushed open the door into your bosses office, he was talking on the phone with his legs propped up on his desk curling the phone cable with his finger as he ignored your presence.

You took of your name tag and slammed it on his desk he abruptly stopped talking and looked up at you confused as the mumbling voice on the other line kept talking.

“I fucking quit.” You said harshly as you flicked him off for a good minute before turning heel and leaving, slamming his door roughly, you heard the picture frame shatter from the force of the door slamming. Your boss shouts and please were cut off as you closed the door.

You smirked to yourself feeling the relief and stress of your job leave you, your heels clacked loudly throughout the building as you were going to exit, you were going to push through the glass door when you felt yourself bump into someone hard, you didn't even bother to look up you muttered out a low sorry, before quickly leaving.

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The group of boys were all caught up in their conversation they didn't even realized you walked in front of them except for Ace, since you practically bumped into him.

At first he thought it was a random drunk chick, but when he looked at your face his eyes widened, and his heart beated rapidly. He didn't know if it was excitement, fear, love? He couldn't tell he was so stunned, he never thought he'd see you again.

When he heard the sound of your voice murder out a sorry he felt his cheeks heat up, at the sound of your voice changed a lot since then. Then again you were a kid, of course you would look and sound good.

He did a double take watching your back slowly disappear from his line of sight, he couldn't help but watch the way your hips moved as you scurried off in those heels you had on.

He was so caught up in your appearance that he didn't hear his loud mouth younger brother in his ear. He turned around and noticed their confused expressions, he reassured that he was fine and he told them he'd be right back.

They shrugged their shoulders as they proceeded through the doors leaving Ace trailing you from behind.

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You walked as thoughts clouded your mind. You were unaware as you bumped into something hard, you cursed to yourself how you were somehow managing to bump into so many people today.

You started spouting apologies one after another until you turned around to look at the person you backed up into, and your mouth went dry.

It was a man, a very tall, fine looking one, he had jet black hair and his body was toned muscles bulging through his skin, and you noticed his little freckled cheeks.

But not only was he fine, why did he look just like him…

There was no way that could be Ace right, there's no way, you undoubtedly looked like a fool just openly gawking at the man.

Ace thought it was amusing, your eyes widening as your eyes traced over every feature on his face. He saw your lips open then close trying to find words but couldn't.

He noticed how your hand was reaching out to touch his cheek out of curiosity but you stopped yourself. You pulled your hand back before he grabbed your hand and pulled it towards his cheek.

Your face heated up, as you watched him nuzzle your hand in his face as he closed his eyes, there's was no doubt about it, this had to be Ace right?

“A-ace?”

His smile grew, at the sound of hearing his name come out of your sweet mouth.

“The one and only princess”

For as long as you known them he's always called you that name so you knew it was him, your eyes lightened as you practically jumped onto him wrapping your arms around his neck.

You didn't know how, when, where or who but for now your childhood best friend is finally here, and you weren't going to question the circumstances.

You squealed out happily as you hugged him tightly. You look up at him for a moment.

“Ace, I'm sorry! I didn't me-”

He hushed you up by putting a finger towards your lip.

“I know, I know baby, let's talk about that later, yeah?”

Your face heated up at the name, it was new, he never called you that before, but you shrugged it off and ignored it, you nodded your head at him.

He hugged you tightly making you sigh as he buried his nose in the cracks of your neck, you rested your head against the side of his head, he let out a breathy sigh.

He was always restless knowing you were out there somewhere without him, or his brothers to protect you, but now here you were hell be damned if you were to get out of his sight again..

He hugged you tightly once more before leaning back to meet your face again, and you followed suit.

“Y'know all my brothers were worried sick about you, especially Luffy.”

Your eyes widened, you felt your cheeks heat up, you didn't think that they would care that you left them, after all you did leave without any notice so you wouldn't be surprised if they didn't mind your absence, you were so caught up in your emotions that you didn't even peep the sudden plural "s" he out on brothers.

You always got along with Luffy more than the others, you would never admit that you always found him adorable, and you somehow would end up together more than when he would spend time with his own family.

You look up at Ace, interrupting your own thoughts.

“Oh really I never known.”

Your voice went quiet mid sentence as you look down with guilt, Ace knows that you didn't have any ill intentions on why you left. He knew you were sickened with grief at the time, but there was no need for that since he was always alive.

He lifted your chin, as he gave you a warm smile.

“Enough with that. c'mon, I know they'll be happy to see you again.”

You smiled reassuringly when you abruptly did a double take you thought whos they? But atlas you brushed off the thought thinking Ace made a grammatically error mid sentence.

Just as when Ace was going to touch the small of your back you heard someone yell from afar.

Two people walking towards the two of you, one was super hyper waving his hand all around like a mad man when the other was relaxed laughing at the foolishness the other man did.

You couldn't make out there face, but as they got closer you could make out that-

All of a sudden your thoughts were interrupted by big amounts of weight smothering you, you didn't even realize how was on you until Ace address him.

“Don't be her up too bad, Luffy.” Ace said jokingly as Ace talked with Sabo, filling him in while watching the reunion.

You look up at the boy, indeed noticing that, yes, this was definitely Luffy.

“Y/N!!! You're here?!!! I missed you!!”

He smothered your face into his rubbing his cheeks against your own as he smiled and cried as he stayed glued onto your body by wrapping his legs around your waist, making your whole face wet. You smiled in return hugging him just as tightly.

You laughed, at him, he's definitely gotten far bigger than you and tall, you remember how you used to tease him on being short when you were young but seeing him now he's changed, I guess he was going to be the one making fun of you.

“Luffy let the poor girl breathe.” A silky smooth voice echoed, you don't recognize it, Luffy let go of you as your eyes wandered to the sound of the voice.

You recognized him immediately, your eyes began to water as tears started pouring out of your eyes, you wasted no time as you threw yourself into him hugging him tightly as you cried into his neck.

“Sabo? Y-you're alive I-I”

“Shhh it's okay it doesn't matter I'm here now.”

Your eyes became even more blurry at his words, all three of them changed so much since the last time you saw them and they each more attractive then the last.

Ace, couldn't deny that he found you attractive and he couldn't help but take in your plushy body as you hugged his brother.

Luffy on the other hand was eagerly wanting some kind of contact with you, but he was being patient surprisingly for his brothers sake.

After a while you had your fill of crying, you let go of him, as you smiled, eyes puffy and cheeks still damp from tears.

Sabo thought it was cute, and it made him happy that you cared about him this much, he watched as you pulled away noticing your cleavage poking out of your top as your chest was smashed against his, he blushed briefly, glancing at it before looking at you.

He wiped your tears and he gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“Hey no far I wanna give y/n a kiss too!”

You laughed at that, Luffy still being Luffy and he grabbed your arm linking it with his.

He gave your cheeks numerous amounts of wet kisses. You laughed the feeling of him kissing you was ticklish too you.

You didn't even noticed how close he became to your body as he snaked his arm around your waist and his hand was in the small of your back.

He moved, his head to press playful kisses along your neck, teasingly kissing and sneaking in playful bites. Your laughter hitched when he playfully bit you and it didn't go unnoticed by the two other men watching the scene unfold.

Your stomach began to hurt from all the laughing and you reached your arm out to Ace.

“I told you he missed you, didn't believe me, princess?”

He laughed, something tells you he has no attention of helping you what's so ever, you glanced back at Sabo catching him already staring at you, he shrugged his shoulders with a teasing smile.

Honestly no help these two here.

Your placed your hands onto Luffys arms were.

You tried to calm down your breathing enough that you could talk.

“L-Lu E-noug-”

You couldn't even bother to finish your sentence when he was still tackling your neck with his kisses.

You pushed his head away from your neck, your hand on his forehead keeping him a good distance away, your chest breathing up and down rapidly.

You caught the sudden glint in his eye as he looked at you in your eyes half lidded, but it faded quickly, and he replaced his expression with a pout.

The other two men laughed, you turn your head and look at them unamused, not noticing Luffy's hand brushing up your soft ass before resting it back on the small of your back.

He was attached, to you he never wanted to let you go ever again.

…

..

.

All the three of you talked about what you were up too in the past years of you being away, you invited them into your home, Ace complained that he was only here for the hotel but Sabo smacked him, and rephrased.

“What he means to say is we're happy we found you and that our trip is better than some hotel.”

He squeezed the light out of Ace's freckled cheeks as you laughed at their antics.

You were in your room with them per Luffy's request for some odd reason.

You didn't deny it but it was kind of embarrassing how these tall men were in your embarrassingly overly pink room.

You had plushies in your bed and on shelves you sat on the comfort of your bed you were no doubly nervous.

Luffy on the other side of your room spinning in your wheelie chair, while Ace and Sabo sat unusually close to you.

You tried to ignore the feeling of them brushing their legs up against yours as they man-spreaded.

You kept your white teddy bear in your lap as you clutched onto it, trying to ignore the stares the two of them were giving you.

You felt overwhelmed, is this what friends should be feeling like with one another you didn't know.

You felt Sabo grab a chunk of your thigh making your breath hitch making you gasp a little.

You looked up at him only seeming to give you a small innocent smile.

Ace noticed this and smirked.

They mentioned you joining their crew several times but you told them you weren't sure just yet, you noticed the glint in their eyes every time you declined there request but you assumed you were just seeing things as the reverted back to there usual selves.

You didn't think nothing of it, as you continued to talk with them occasionally laughing at what Luffy was saying, after a while you stood up, both men tracking your movement.

You offered them drinks which they accepted, Luffy stopped swirling your chair as all three of them unblinkingly eyed your plushy ass and thighs as you waltzed your way into the kitchen.

Once you were gone and out of ear sight, Ace let out a loud sigh as he fell back onto the bed stretching his arms out.

“Damn when did she get so-”

He couldn't even bring himself to finish his sentence when thinking about your pretty face and cute body he would feel his pants tighten.

Sabo slouched lazily as he propped his hand on his face, resting it as his elbow was on his knee.

He couldn't deny you were a pretty little thing, he wanted to ruin you so badly it hurts.

Luffy on the other hand doesn't know how to feel, he was feeling his little buddy throb the moment he hugged you.

He looked at the palms of his hands, he wants to touch your plushy body all over, he already got a brief taste of you earlier, but he was a bit selfish, he wants you to himself he wants to always have you.

His brothers know that, in fact they didn't mind giving you to him anyway there was no stopping Luffy if he wanted something he always got it no matter what it was.

He wasn't sure what the feeling this was but he followed his instincts, and he listened in on what his brothers were saying.

…

..

.

You needed to breathe being in there so overwhelmed it felt like they were all gonna pounce on you all at once, you could feel your pussy throb and a little slick drip onto your panties.

You ignored it as you poured them their drinks as you were heading over, you were ashamed of getting turned on by your childhood friends.

You came back all eyes on you once again as you handed them their drinks. They didnt even try to hide their gaze as they eyed up your body licking their lips.

“W-hy are you guys looking at me like that?”

You laughed nervously as you watched Ace getting up and approaching you.

“Why what's wrong, princess?” He cooed as he smirked at you boldly, stepping towards you, wrapping his arms around you just to squeeze the fat of your ass.

You let out a surprised yelp, you couldn't help but stand on your tippy toes to accommodate for his height as he grabbed and pinched your ass feeling it recoil with each ministration.

You heard Ace groan slightly in your ear before whispering out a low damn.

Luffy couldn't help but watch the way your ass recoiled, and they way the fat pokes out between Ace's fingers, he wondered what it would look like if it did anything else.

Sabo then walked towards Ace standing on the side of him as well, noticing your cute expression of how you were trying to shy away.

“Awee don't worry, we won't bite princess.”

He baby talked you as he stroked your face and chin.

Luffy didn't know about the rest of his brothers but all he wanted to do his bite and pounce on you badly.

“Stop baby talking to me I'm not a kid anymore.”

You moved your head away from Sabo as you looked away from Ace.

To say they were shocked they didn't think that you were so bold to say that to them. But Ace was very much amused by your slight annoyance it turned him on.

Luffy was interested in where this was going so he got up and walked towards were all three of you were.

All three of them cornered you up against the wall, you didn't know what to do you looked at Sabo, Ace then lastly Luffy. The thought of you being sandwiched by these three had you throbbing

Your eyes prolonged on Luffy longer before trying to avoid your gaze as you tried to reason with them.

Knowing him he only followed his brothers around everywhere.

“L-listen guys I totally get it you care about me but I'm not a kid anymo-”

Ace hushed you up by putting his hand on your mouth as he pushed your plush body further up against the wall. Your tummy pressed up against his toned torso, as he roughly grabbed and held your thigh up against his side.

He made sure you were looking up at him, as he grabbed the fat of your cheeks and squish them together making your lips plump out.

You looked towards Luffy again and Ace moved his head slightly to get his face in your line of vision.

“Don't look at him baby he's not gonna save you.”

You pouted, at that knowing you showed more attraction towards Luffy, and that he was the nicest one out of the three. Or at least you assumed so.

He smashed his face onto you making you lock lips aggressively, you moan at the sudden pressure he was putting onto your lips.

You shamelessly moaned into his mouth making him put his tounge into your mouth as he swirled his muscle all in your mouth making you instinctively close your legs feeling your clit throb in need.

Sabo noticed this and watching the fat of your pussy leak onto your panties, he groaned at the sight, as he slightly teased your clit through your panties making your hips buck in need as your voice went an higher octave as you moaned into Ace's mouth.

He moved your panties to the side as he began circling your clit, you whined out, the sound went straight into all three of their cocks.

Luffy went a head and coated his fingers in his saliva then proceed to slot his finger within your pussy making you moan out louder, into Aces mouth.

Between the two if them, Sabo flicking and rubbing your bean, and Luffy fingerings you deep and Ace's skilled mouth, you felt your legs shake as you felt yourself get ready to burst.

Ace stopped kissing you as he held your face close to his noses touching, he watched your eyes roll back into your head as you came on both of their hands.

They kept going until you started whining from overstimulation, and they let up. You didn't even even register Ace picking you up and tossing you on your bed until you felt his weight on you.

You blushed rapidly seeing him unbuckle his pants, you felt fingers direct your gaze to the right of you, you notice Luffy looking down at you. You never seen him look at you like this before, you felt your pussy pulse.

He directed your mouth with his he kissed, you but his kiss was far much more different than Aces far more different, it was more needy and desperate almost like we wants to cling onto you forever.

Despite Luffy wanting you badly he let his brothers have their turn while he saved his fun for last. It wasn't ideal in his head but it will be worth it.

He let go of your mouth and he directed your mouth towards his crotch. You unbuckled his pants freeing his dick from his restrains as it stood up painfully hard and throbbing.

You took your hand around it, noticing his body flinching softly at the contact of your soft hands, you were to caught up with Luffy you didn't even realize Ace was getting ready to enter your pussy.

He entered you nice and slow making your moans drawn out, making your breathing labored, he didn't even give you time to rest before he plunged his dick into yet again making your back arch.

You tried to focus on jerking of Luffy, when you felt another pair of hands grab your face making you heat up, you saw Sabo's dick painfully hard and waiting in front of your face.

He lead your head to his dick, you licked and softly sucked the tip, your pussy tightened at the sound of him softly groan, testing the waters you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him trying your best to take him as far as you could go.

You felt his thighs shudder slightly as you continued to suck him at a steady pace, trying to focus on giving the two men pleasure, as you couldn't help but moan around his dick, from the harsh thrusts Ace was putting into your pussy. You watched as Sabo's brows furrowed deep in pleasure as he watched you suck his dick.

You continued to stroke Luffy's dick with the same rhythm as you were sucking off Sabo.

“Damn if your mouth is really this good, can't imagine what that pussys like.”

Sabo barely managed to grunt out, you felt your face blush at his sudden dirty words knowing Sabo wasn't usually the type to say such things.

You heard Ace laugh, out but his sudden grunting cut him off at the sudden squeeze of your pussy you felt yourself beginning to cum again.

“Mmm you gonna cum again sweet thing?”

It was embarrassing how quickly you were coming so quickly for him.

You tried shying away, the pleasure becoming overwhelming, Sabo pulled his dick out of your mouth you opens your mouth as he stroked his dick a few times before ropes of cum sprayed all over your tongue, he groaned at the sight of you swallowing it all not being able to be told to.

Not long after you came, hard around Ace's shaft milking him for all he's worth making his hips shudder before he came deep inside you your cream coating the base of his dick as his balls twitched with each pulse.

He pulled out watching the way your pussy clenched around nothing trying to keep his seed inside you.

He moved out of the way putting down your legs as they flopped down, he moved around to the end of the bed as he watched.

Sabo then practically man handles you to bring your body close to his as he lays down next to you bringing you on your side along with him bringing your body against his toned body.

You felt his dick up against your ass, you felt his breath on your ear and neck making your tummy do flips.

He grabbed the fat of your thigh pulling it up as he lead his thick cock into your already fucked out entrance.

Your whole body shivered at the overwhelming feeling of something filling you up once again.

Your body wanted to close your legs but Sabo didn't let you, he pried your legs open as he pounded into your pussy he was relentless as he whispered you to take it as, sloppy noises filled the room. From this angle you could see Luffy stroking his dick watching the way your pussy clamped hard around Sabo practically pulling him in every time he moved out of you.

He wanted you so badly it hurt, he couldn't help but stoke his dick with the same rhythm Sabo was thrusting you in and out of.

You shy away from Sabo's dirty words.

“You like it when I talk to you like this, don't you? Fuck your clenching so hard gonna make me cum.”

He whispered his silky voice making you whine, he kissed and playfully bit your ear, his brows and eyes closed in concentration as he focused on your pleasure, he grabbed your tits roughly fondling them, your whole body shook from his thrusts, as his thrusts became irregular, you felt his dick throb deep in you, he thrusted in you deeply hitting a spot that made you drool as your eyes rolled deep in your head making your legs shake as your creamed hard around his dick, as Sabo moaned lowly deep in your ear as he came inside of you.

His dick pulsing with each squirt of cum that came out of his now limp dick.

Not so far you heard a low damn from who you assumed was Ace.

“phew making me wanna go for round two baby.” Ace laughed from not afar, but you were to fucked out to even respond nor look where he was.

Luffy then made his way towards you, kissing you deeply, now finally happy that it was his turn, he was to busy pouting being impatient now he finally as you all to himself.

He flipped you over your back naturally arched already as your eyes were fucked out and droopy, your wet pussy pulsed as remains of his brother's cum still were spilling out of you.

He reached down as licked a stripe of your pussy, you looked up spotting the two other brothers shamelessly eyeing your face as their “was” limp dicks became standing proud once more again.

You couldn't stop your face from contorting into straight pleasure as he licked up and down your pussy, sucking on your puffy clit it letting it go with a pop before he continued again.

They continued staring at you with half lidded eyes as they lazily stroked their cocks letting out occasional low grunts.

Once you were all cleaned up Luffy stood straight and pushed your head down deep within the mattress making you lose the gaze of the other two.

For some reason you were way more excited and ready for Luffy to fuck you than the others, you couldn't stop your pussy from dripping at the thought.

He grabbed handfuls of your fleshy ass before smacking it roughly making you yelp out and flinch.

Ace and Sabo, smirked amused by their brother ministrations on you, and how much of a reaction you had towards him.

He wasted no time in roughly pushing himself into you making sure you weren't squirming away, you couldn't help but cry out, moans muffled into the sheets as he gave you one big thrust having you literally screaming.

He couldn't help but smile at your reaction, he gained a steady rhythm watching the fat of your ass recoil against his hips, noticing were you two connected as cream pooled around the base of his shaft.

He leaned his full body weight into you putting his chest towards your back as he held your hips up to thrust into you, he licked and bit your ear, listening to your sweet cries and pleads making his dick only harder, he couldn't help but only pound into you harder as his low moans filled your ear making you gush.

Soon not long you felt yourself all since of your surroundings and all you cared about was cuming.

“L-lu, g-onna!”

It was literally embarrassing how quickly you were gonna cum, but this time the feeling was so overwhelming it had your whole body shaking and withering, tears weren't stopping as you felt your something snapped within your pussy.

Luffy couldn't hold himself in anymore as he let go inside of you, all his edging he was doing made him sensitive and he came, watching how you squirted hard around his dick, he groaned at that his dick damn near getting hard again at the sight.

Not to far long the two other brothers came after you too ropes of cum coating their stomachs, the sight of you squirting made them cum far to early.

Ace chuckled, as he was amused on how much of a reaction his silly younger brother inflicted on someone like you.

Luffy kissed your cheeks and lips.

You were tired and you feel asleep finally happy that it was over, they all cleaned you up and themselves, as they layed in the bed with you Luffy resting his head on your tummy, as Ace and Sabo were on either side of you as you all drifted off to sleep.

Happy Christmas people here's your present 🎁

:P

The Right Direction

Zoro & Falling in Love with You

per this request from my 500 follower event!

❤︎ Roronoa Zoro x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: dom!zoro, teasing, first time sex, oral sex (f!receiving), piv sex, reassurance, praise, hair-pulling, rough sex

summary: poetic beginning, zoro is head over heels in love, jokes about how zoro is directionally challenged (lol) zoro is a bit jealous, gives in to his longing, zoro is very skilled with his mouth (three-sword style, duh ;) first time sex, porn with plot, zoro confesses his love. (awe)

word count: ~5,000 (omg)

tagging: @bby-deerling @eelnoise

The Right Direction

Falling in love with you was a sensation that crept up on Zoro quietly, unexpectedly, and with no warning signs. 

It was an allconsuming feeling that took him abruptly, tugged at his heartstrings, and left him utterly and painfully smitten. 

Zoro is persistent in all that he does; headstrong and resilient, forcing himself through the trenches without a second thought.

This quality remains true as he attempts to make you his. 

He’s guarded, of course, desperately attempting to conceal the fact that he is so blatantly head over heels in love with you. 

He carefully masks his emotions behind a facade of casual indifference, forcing himself to maintain his typical cool demeanor even as his insides churn and scream with longing. 

Though he may feign disinterest, his heart pumps your name into his veins with every beat; loud, intense, unavoidable. 

Your form is etched into every crevice of his brain, your voice a permanent chorus in his ears. No matter how hard he tries, you remain an indelible mark, intoxicating and exhilarating. 

You’ve ignited something within him; a flame that courses through his veins and makes him feel new; uncharacteristically tingly and vulnerable. You coax these feelings out of the innermost parts of him; parts he'd never shared with anyone.

He often finds himself disappearing into his mind to find you; materializing your image beneath his eyelids, fantasizing about what it would be like to call you his. Your essence permeates every corner of his body, and he can no longer ignore the unmistakable presence you've marked within him.

He avoids your gaze, tilts his head up and wrinkles his nose to deny you conversation; he’s messy and obvious, but it’s fun to play along. 

_____

The others notice, too; Zoro’s quieter than usual, more reserved. This brute of a man seems softer, now, entrapped in the sway of fantasy and daydreaming. 

He’s been overtaken by something greater than he’s ever experienced, more compelling than sword fights, even. It’s new, foreign; it’s the unmistakable sensation of falling in love. 

You've unknowingly embed yourself into every fiber of his being, having taken command of his every move, sitting confidently on your throne in his skull. 

Zoro’s entrapped by emotion, and for once, he’s careful where he places his feet. 

He’s quiet, sturdy, cautious. But, he persists, like he always does; bold and confidently, almost embarrassingly so. 

_____

“What’s got you so quiet lately, Zoro?” Nami questions, “You seem real out of it lately.”

“I’m always quiet,” the green-haired man grumbles, not even wasting the energy to open his eyes as he sits relaxed against the wood panelling of The Sunny. 

“Yeah, I know,” the young navigator chuckles, “But this seems different.” 

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” he sighs indifferently.

His good eye opens suddenly, ears having pricked up by the mere sound of your footsteps. 

He knows you’re there before you've even arrived; chatting and laughing with Luffy as the two of you walk into the main area of the ship. 

Nami notices the shift in his demeanor as you waltz by; his typical stoic behavior has dissolved entirely, and he’s now anxiously tapping his fingertips on the wooden floor, iris following your every move with a level of precision that simply couldn’t be brushed off. 

A smirk tugs at the lips of orange-haired woman, and she hums knowingly, 

“Ah, I see.” 

“Shut up,” Zoro rasps, he’s talking to Nami, of course, but his head has tilted in the direction of your body, entranced by the hypnotic sway of your hips as you and Luffy make your way into the kitchen. 

A twinge of possessiveness pricks at his skin, and although he knows Luffy is quite innocuous, and you’re certainly not his, he still gives in to the pull of his domineering tendencies. 

“Fuck, hold on,” he groans, rising to his feet, following you and the captain. 

Nami chuckles softly to herself as the swordsman departs, 

“I see.” 

_____

The kitchen is warm and lively like usual; crewmates strewn about the dining room haphazardly as they chat loudly about nothing and everything all at once. 

Zoro immediately spots you, even amidst the ruckus; he’s grown quite fond of your appearance, you seem to always catch his eye.

You’re standing in the corner of the dining room, shoulders parallel to the table as you lean against the wall. You’re turned towards Luffy, head thrown back as you clutch your stomach, laughing at something the captain said. 

Zoro’s heart feels funny in his scarred chest, but he can’t quite place the feeling. He feels hot; hot and anxious, seeing you there with someone else. 

He grits his teeth and clutches the satin binding around his abdomen, moving forward with purpose. 

For once in his life, this stubborn man lets his yearning takes the reigns and lead him in the right direction. 

He advances next to you, wedging his broad shoulders between you and the captain, mirroring your action as he leans against the wall.

The sudden intrusion frightens you a bit, and you jump, playfully swatting at his muscular shoulder, 

“Jeez, Zoro, don't sneak up on us like that!”

Luffy grins brightly, happy to see his right-hand-man joining in on the festivities. 

“Hi, Zoro!” Luffy’s signature laugh erupts from his chest as he roughly pats the swordsman on the back. 

“Luffy,” Zoro begins, lifting a muscular arm to point towards the stove where Sanji’s busily working, “Cook’s almost done, don’t let your food get cold.” 

“Oh, you’re right! Thanks, Zoro!” Luffy beams, immediately perking up and bouncing off the wall, making his way towards the cook. “Sanjiiii!” the rubber man whines, his voice trailing off as he continues on. 

You chuckle softly at your captain’s one-track mind and turn towards Zoro, expecting him to be laughing, too. 

Except, he’s not. His face is like stone, per usual, utterly serious, his brooding demenour burning holes into your visage. 

 “Y/n, come with me,” he grumbles, voice low and hushed. 

“What?” you question, tilting your head. Surely, you'd heard him incorrectly. 

The green-haired man says nothing, just grabs your delicate hand in his strong, calloused one, leading you away from the kitchen. 

“Can’t ignore it anymore,” the tall man grumbles, his back turned to you as you blindly follow his lead. 

“I-Ignore what?” you stutter, “Zoro?” 

_____

Desire has crept up his spine and sunk its claws into his shoulders, digging into his neck to nip at his ear; it's unavoidable, now, and he has no choice but to give in to its unwavering persistence. 

In an instant, you’re twirled around and pressed against the wall of the hallway, Zoro immediately closes the gap, his chapped lips crashing onto yours with such intensity it makes your brain rattle in your skull. 

The kiss is rough and electrifying in its suddenness, but Zoro is skilled, lacing his rough fingers through your hair as his thick tongue pushes its way into your unsuspecting mouth. 

“Mmm!” you let out a surprised whine at the intrusion, but welcome it, running your delicate hand along his jawline, cupping his face in your palm.

He tastes like salt and booze but you like it.

You can faintly hear his golden earrings jingling as your mouths dance together, and your lips turn upwards into a smile against his. 

“Whatcha smilin’ about?” the tall man grumbles into your mouth.

You playfully bite his bottom lip in response, gently tugging on the tender flesh, “I see the way you look at me," you giggle against his lips, "How long have you been waitin’ to do that, Zoro?”

He hesitates, silently weighing the choice between remaining in his familiar role as the silent, indifferent figure in the corner, or yielding to your inquiry. Though he desires to cling to comfort, something new tickles at his throat, threatening to escape. 

“Too long,” he groans.

At his confession, you grant him control again, removing your teeth from his lip and pressing your tongue against his once more. 

You’re ravenous, tugging on his shirt collar to get him closer, pressing your lips against his with such intensity it feels as though you’re melding into one. 

You’re a moaning, sweaty mess; you’ve never been kissed like this before. 

He’s rough with his lips, but kind, still, calloused thumb tracing circles into the apple of your cheek as his drool spills down your chin. 

Your crewmate moaning into your mouth, his fingers dancing in your hair as he keeps you pressed firmly against the wall, coupled with the way your tongues are dancing together so intensely, passionately, you feel your head start to grow fuzzy. 

You begin to lose yourself, entranced in the bliss of the embrace, so you pull away, huffing, 

“Zoro,” you whine, “Please.” 

He groans at the loss of contact before pulling away, too, taking a precautionary glance down the hallway. 

“Walls are thin,” he grumbles, “My room,” he grabs your hand once more, pulling you along, “Let’s go.”

You don’t even think twice before following the swordsman, for once, you place your trust in this stubborn man to lead the way. 

Soon enough, you’re kissing again, but this time, Zoro’s seated on his bed with you standing in front of him.

He slides his big, strong hands up and down your sides; he’s greedy with his touches, softly massaging your flesh in his calloused palms as they move up and down your ribcage. 

He makes you feel small and you like it, as if he could pick you up and throw you, but still catch you if you fall.

“Come on,” he mumbles against your mouth, moving one hand down to pat his thigh, “Sit.” 

You acquiesce immediately, straddling his big thigh, whining in pleasure at the new sensation. You silently curse in your head, you’ve already relinquished control to this man and you’ve only just begun; he’s got you hook, line, and sinker, and he knows it. 

“Good,” he chuckles softly, lips turning upwards against yours at his ability to command you so easily. 

“Shut up,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his strong neck, lips melding together once more. 

His hands travel down, gripping your hips firmly. He instantly begins to move you, rocking your hips back and forth, earning delicious moans to escape from your lips as your needy sex grinds back and forth against his muscular thigh. 

“W-Wait,” you rasp, and he does, holding you still and glancing up at you, “I-I want to feel you” you whine, tugging at his shirt. 

He averts his gaze as his hands travel down to wrap his fingers underneath the hem of his shirt. You’d never seen him like this, he looked shy. 

His fingers trace along the fabric for a moment  before he slowly lifts it up and over his head. Your eyes widen as his physique is revealed; you’d seen him shirtless before, but never like this. This was passionate, vulnerable. As the fabric is peeled away, the contours of his muscles greet your eyes, and you twitch, core tightening at the sight. He’s toned and tan, beautiful. 

The long scar spanning diagonally across his chest, from his shoulder to his lower abdomen, was enticing. It added the allure of something foreign to you; danger, strength, leaving you openly oggling and aching to know more. 

His gaze meets yours again, and the sight of your astounded face makes a dark blush rush to his cheeks. 

He pushes the shyness down, as is his custom, arrogance surfacing once more. 

“Like what you see?” he smirks playfully. 

You lean forwards to plant a soft kiss to his thick neck. 

“You tell me,” you start, your voice a sultry whisper as you begin to kiss down his neck and chest, “Seem like I like it?”

Although he tries to push it down, a low groan inevitably escapes from his throat, making him tense at his own vocals. 

The unsuspected noise makes you smirk against his bronzed skin, satisfied with your ability to make this silent, stoic man groan from a mere kiss. 

You prepare to jest, but he beats you to it, already speaking before you can interject

“Don’t start,” he groans, “You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this,” he admits. 

And with that simple confession, you’re the one blushing, instinctively rocking your hips against his thigh.

A satisfied noise escapes from Zoro, “See,” he smirks, “You’re no better.”

You know he’s right, so you dodge protesting, unapologetically grinding your hips back and forth as you continue to kiss down the contours of his muscles. 

“Fuck,” his head teeters back as he curses, solid hands finding their place in your hair. 

He leans back to rest on his forearms, giving you more access to his torso. He watches on as you make your way down, shuffling off him to sink to your knees in front of the mattress. 

Realization strikes and he leans forward to cup your chin in his big palm, tilting your face upwards to meet his gaze. 

“Stop,” he commands, making your eyes widen, fearful that you’ve done something wrong. However, he smirks again, settling your nerves, “Swap with me.” 

Heat rushes to your face and finds its home in your core; taken off guard by his suddenness and unwavering desire to please you. 

You listen, of course, rising to your feet as he does the same. He swiftly lifts you, making you giggle in surprise as he gently tosses you onto the plush mattress. 

He takes your previous position, sinking to his knees in front of the bed, his large hands instantly finding their place on each of your thighs. 

He squeezes your plush flesh firmly, sliding his hot palms up and down your legs teasingly. You sigh in pleasure at the contact, letting your head fall back onto the mattress as you let the green-haired swordsman worship your timid body. 

He continues his gentle pursuit, sliding his hands up to meet the fabric of your denim shorts. He taps your leg with the rough padding of his fingertip, making you crane your neck to look down at him, 

He shoots you a questioning glance, silently asking for permission to remove your clothing. 

Your heart warms at his request for consent, and you nod softly, making his lips tick upwards into a gentle smile. 

A rough palm slides up your body, prompting you to relax against the mattress once more. 

His thick fingers find their way to the button and zipper of your shorts, one hand traveling to the side to grip the waistband as the other works diligently on the metal confinements. 

Your body tingles and goosebumps begin to bud all over your skin as the sound of your zipper along its track meet your ears; this was really happening. 

Zoro’s fingers curl under your waistband and you instinctively raise your hips to aid him in sliding the fabric off your body. 

“Thank you,” he smirks.

You take the opportunity to remove your shirt and bra, too, and he watches, unashamed at his blatant desire to gaze upon your naked form. His eye widens at the sight of your pretty breasts, your nipples hardening as the cool air meets them. 

“Fuck,” he says, his tone is soft, but ridden with admiration as he openly ogles you, “You’re beautiful,” he praises, sliding a hand up to grasp your left breast as he nuzzles his face between your thighs.

His warmth breath meeting your slit through your panties causes a desperate, shaky whine to escape from your lips. You crane your neck to gaze down at him, your bottom lip tucking under your teeth at the sight. You nibble at the tender flesh, desperately awaiting his next action. 

He slides both hands down to rest on your trembling knees before spreading your thighs, making you suck a suprised gasp into your lungs. 

He shoots you a wolfish grin, gaze never leaving yours as he playfully bites at the soft fabric of your panties. 

“Mm!” you whimper softly, head rolling back as heat rushes to your face, eyes screwing shut tightly in anticipation. 

He kisses along the soft skin of your inner thighs before taking the waistband of your panties between his teeth. 

“Hey,” he speaks clearly, despite still clenching down on the fabric, “Look at me.”

His lusful command has you complying instantly, despite your embarrassment, and you find yourself leaning up on your forearms to gaze down at the green-haired man between your legs. The sight alone makes your core tighten and flood with warmth. 

As soon as your eyes meet his, he begins pulling. He slowly inches your underwear down your thighs, all the way down, allowing them to fall down your calves and pool at your ankles.

He kisses up your legs again, making your lip tremble as you whimper desperately for him. 

He smirks in response to your silent plea, rewarding you with a firm, wet kiss to your aching slit. 

“Sh-Shit,” you hiss, back arching off the mattress instinctively at the long-awaited contact. 

You keep your eyes on him, just as he instructed, and he continues to worship you, fingers moving in to spread your wet folds, making you whine. He plants a line of passionate kisses down your needy slit, lips meeting your entrance to kiss it before slipping his tongue through his lips and swiping at your weeping opening. 

“F-Fuck,” you curse, “Z-Zoro…” “Mmm,” he moans against your cunt, “You taste so good.”

His tongue works diligently from the get-go, lapping at your slit like he’s starving and you’re his last meal. 

“Ah, fuck,” you moan shakily, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead as the man between your legs works greedily; each flick of his hot, thick tongue making stars erupt beneath your eyelids. 

Flames of pleasure tickle your skin, singeing your flesh as Zoro works his way upwards, instinctively latching onto your aching clit and sucking ravenously at the swollen nub. 

The sensation makes you cry out, delicate hands darting down to rest atop his head, trembling fingers lacing in his hair and tugging needily at the moss-colored strands. 

Euphoria washes over him, the culmination of receiving everything he’s ever wanted finally hitting him. He’s between your legs, your legs, and the desire to please you overpowers any other craving he’s ever experienced. You top everything, even his passion for swords, his desire to become the world’s greatest swordsman, you reign supreme.

He wants nothing more than to please you, love you, make you come undone beneath his touch. He wants to burn himself into your brain and fill your head with nothing but visions of him, his name falling from your slack jaw over and over again like a needy prayer. 

And here you are, doing just that. 

He continues his pursuit, pressing his face into your cunt harder as his tongue darts up and down from your weeping opening to your pulsing clit. 

Your legs begin to tremble, but Zoro’s grip remains firm; keeping your thighs wide open so he can continue his dirty work. 

He’s groaning into you, earning just as much pleasure from this as you are. His gaze is penetrating, not leaving your face as you squirm beneath him. It’s undeniably magnetic, captivating, and as much as you want to throw your head back and avert your gaze, you can’t. He’s locked onto you with unyielding intensity, and you reciprocate, staring down at him, face red and mouth hanging slack as you pant. He looks unbelievably good like this, natural, even, as if his face was always meant to be slotted between your quivering legs.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he presses, his low voice clear as day even as it’s hungrily suckling on your clit. 

You’re astounded by his ability, his gifted mouth,  and then you remember, 

“Th-The three-sword-style pays off, huh?” you tease, words shaky as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“You tell me,” he replies smugly, slowly shaking his head back and forth to treat your clit with more stimulation, "Does it?"

“Fuck!” you cry out, relinquishing control, allowing your orgasm to take the reigns, washing over you with such intensity it feels as though you’re levitating. 

Your veins tingle beneath your skin, and you tremble, gushing onto the swordsman’s skillful tongue, earning a low grown from him. 

“Mm, fuck,” he growls, continuing to lap at your pulsating sex, overstimulating you beyond belief. 

You’re twitching and gasping for air, legs snapping shut around Zoro’s head as he slurps up all that you’ve given him. 

He leans up, chin coated in your essence, a confident grin spreading across his face as he revels in his sense of accomplishment.

He rises to his feet, making your chin tilt upwards as you stalk his movements. 

His scarred chest heaves up and down as he gazes down at you, attempting to catch his breath, too. 

In an instant, his stong hands are at the waistband of his pants, working diligently to remove the fabric. He slides them down his tanned, muscular thighs, stepping out of the article of clothing  and kicking it to the side. 

His eye never leaves your face as he begins to pulls down his boxers; he wants to observe your face as he reveals himself to you, to catch every reaction and relish in each one. 

Your eyes widen as his cock springs free; your face abandoning your desires to remain nonchalant. You knew he’d be big, but fuck, he’s far bigger than you thought, and you struggle to imagine how all of him was going to fit inside you. 

He advances forwards, hands falling at either sides of your head as he holds himself above you. 

You suddenly feel very small as he cages you in like a predator does its prey; his big, strong arms tensing as he hovers over you. 

Your pupils are wide and lust-blown as you look up longingly at the strong man above you. 

Your gaze is telling enough, and he smirks, bringing a hand down to grip his cock. 

He slowly begins rubbing his tan, weeping tip against your slick folds, causing his bottom lip to tuck between his teeth as he groans. 

He’s unbelievably sensitive and uncharacteristically nervous, determined to love you adequately, to give you what you deserve. 

“Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he rasps out, abandoning his tough-guy persona to gift you with the reassurance he knew you so desperately needed. 

You nod, smiling sweetly at this foreign kindness. 

With your approval, he begins pressing in. The stretch is evident and you it makes you whine, instinctively reaching up to dig your fingers into his muscular back. 

His good eye is half-lidded as he gazes downwards to watch himself enter you, hissing at the feeling of your tight opening accepting the blunt tip of his thick cock. “I’ve got ya,” he assures you as he continues. 

“M-mm, Zoro!” you whine out, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes tightly. 

It feels like he’s splitting you in half as he inches his way inside you, but you feel safe underneath this burly man, regardless of the pain. 

Eventually, through tears in your eyes and nails down his back, he bottoms out, groaning at the sensation of his twitching cock being fully engufled by you. 

His hand returns to its place by your head, and he leans down, planting a strong, passionate kiss to your open, panting mouth. 

His kisses trail from your lips to your cheek, to your ear, “Tell me when you’re ready,” he rasps. 

You stay still for a moment, allowing your body to acclimate to the intense feeling of Zoro’s big cock stuffing you full. 

You lean up to kiss him, tongues dancing together for a moment before you pull away again, looking up at him with big, needy eyes. 

Even though your eyes spoke volumes, conveying everything without a single word, you spoke nonetheless,

“I’m ready, Zoro.” 

With your permission, he begins, bringing his strong, able hips back to thrust into you. 

“Fuck,” you whine at the sensation. You could feel him in your stomach, stretching out your insides, and although there was an underscore of pain, it was overtaken by something greater, pleasure. 

“Sh-Shit, y/n,” the swordsman groans, “You’re so fucking tight.” 

He begins thrusting in and out of you, leaning down to latch onto one of your hardened nipples. 

Your body jolts beneath him as he moves; the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of your tight walls was an overwhelming feeling that had euphoria seeping from your skin and your brain swiveling in your skull. 

“Oh, Zoro,” you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist, fingers still gripping onto his back tightly. 

“Fuck, I love feeling you open up for me, y/n,” he groans against your breast, picking up the pace in response to your heels desperately digging into his lower back. 

“This what you want?” he smirks, leaning up to watch himself disappear into you over and over again. 

“Y-Yes, Zoro!’ you mewl out, “P-Please harder!”

You had pleasure in your sight and you were chasing it hungrily; Zoro’s talented hips aiding your eager pursuit. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he groans as he gazes down at your trembling form, “As you wish,” 

He begins thrusting harder, faster, making heat pool in your head as your mouth hangs slack, moaning loudly and without care.

You already feel yourself going dumb on his gifted cock, screwing your eyes shut as you allow pleasure to overtake your body. 

The moment your eyes shut, he stops, making them shoot open again to give him a needy stare. 

“Z-Zoro,” you whine, pressing your heels harder into his back, praying he gets the message, “W-Why did you stop, Zoro? P-Please,” you whine.

He remains still, determined to teach you a lesson, “Keep your eyes on me, y/n,” he groans, his voice is strict and authoritative, but still riddled with ecstasy, “In fact,” he begins, moving a strong hand up to grasp your hair, tugging firmly on the strands to force your gaze downwards, making you whimper. “Watch it.” 

He begins moving again, blush dancing across your sweaty cheeks as you watch Zoro’s big cock move in and out of your tight folds. 

“W-Wow,” you moan out, keeping your eyes on the spot where your bodies meet. 

“Yeah?” he moans, “Nice isn’t it?”

“M-mhmm,” you whimper in agreement, letting your mouth fall open as blissful moans escape from it. 

He starts thrusting hard again, gritting his teeth as he watches, too.

Your combined moans barely mask the lewd sounds of your sloppy cunt and your skin slapping together. Zoro’s still got your hair gripped tightly in his hand as he fucks you hard, his weighty balls slapping against your cunt each time he enters. 

You feel a coil tightening in your core, tingly and ready to snap at any moment. Heat rushes to your head and your limbs feel numb as you chase your orgasm; it’s fast-approaching and you’re insatiable. 

“I-I’m so close, Zoro!” you cry out desperately, and he groans, his cock twitching as he fucks you through it.

He relinquishes the hold on your hair as he thrusts into you mercilessly; confident you’ll keep your eyes where he instructed. 

“Z-Zoro,” you whine, looking up at him, you’re expecting him to still be looking down at your parts, but he’s not, he’s looking at your face. 

His heart pounds, blood pumping through his veins with both anticipation and trepidation as he stumbles over the sentence in his head. The weight of his emotions feels palpable on his tongue as he relinquishes control over the words that had been lingering on the tip for far too long. 

“Y/n,” he whines, a new noise, uncharacteristically needy and riddled with something greater than lust. 

The pace of his hips never falters as he confesses, the admission spilling from his lips with sincerity and spontaneity, as if it was always meant to be spoken, 

“I-I love you, y/n” he leans down, lips dry from breathing heavily as he kisses you,

 “I fucking love you.” 

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

༉‧₊˚✧ woohoo! this is my first full-length fic about a character other than law! ༉‧₊˚✧

i love zoro so very much, and have fallen for him even more while writing this! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚

i hope i did him justice! ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

& this is for my bff @bby-deerling so i needed it to be amazing ♡︎

just some heavy breathing & moans from episode 1072, enjoy 💦

THE SLEEPOVER

SLASHER! SABO x FEM! READER | Sexual & Dark Content

➛THE CABIN: a summer sexy horror event

MOODBOARD A/N: Thank you @dolcezzzza who hosted this event! I feel very grateful for being able to write this for my first collaboration, and it was very fun!!! Also, thank you to @downforsanji who helped me brainstorm some ideas!! There is also a special Ace appearance! I even included myself in it 🌚 do you know who I am? (HINT: I’m the college slut!)

SUMMARY: Games, drinks, and sex are what’s at your usual sleepover. In this sleepover, crushes, deception and corpses are additional and free!

WARNINGS: MODERN AU! DARK + SEXUAL CONTENT! Cursing, drinking, mentions of drugs, manipulation (if you squint), implied non-con, praising, nicknames, tw mentions of virginity + loss of virginity (reader), anxiety, rude-bitchy people, implied man handling, bondage, forced orgasms, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, doggy style, a bit of somnophilia, dacryphilia, overstimulation, dumbification, spanking, denial of condom use, gore, deaths, murder (homocide), blood, knives, basically kidnapping, and things around the topic of deception

WC: 6.8k

The summer sun died away into the horizon, leaving the sky to welcome the glowing moon. Sighing, you hugged your tiny backpack closer, letting it replace your fluffy teddy bear left behind at home. You needed to get yourself together, you’re an adult for god’s sake! You peered at the house before you, its rich glory beholding your wimpy presence. 

“Y/N!” 

One of your older friends, Ace had driven you to your so-called “sleepover”. He grinned brightly, waving you off, “Have fun now, sweetheart.” A smile tugged at your lips as you flipped him off, his playfulness cringing you. Cackling, he drove off, leaving you walking up the steps of the house. The eccentric red door complimented the creamy walls of the two-story building, with little to no windows at all. You glanced down at your outfit, worried about looking too skimpy. Your shorts barely hid your sunkissed legs, and your red flannel button-up was no better. At least, your beat-up sneakers had shown a bit of shine from the early morning's effort. 

It was, after all, miss popular’s sleepover. The late notice left you vexed. Why would she bother with you? She already had an army of Barbies and Kens. There was no use rejecting her, and hating her in the shadows didn’t help either. You raised your hand, decorated with camp bracelets and other jingles, and knocked meekly at the large door. Horridly, it opened, revealing the college slut.

“Ah,” Stacy sighed, “It’s you.” You bit back a retort, reserving to nod instead. She eyed you up and down, her eyelashes buttered with mascara and her face caked with makeup. “Well?” she asked, “Are you coming in or not?” Mumbling a sorry, you slipped under her arm and stepped inside. She closed the door, leading you towards the rest. The corridor of the house was decorated with cliche photos and other momentums. You took notice of her onesie, a white bunny suit-up with the whole collar and headband to compliment it. 

“Did we have to bring pajamas?” you asked, running a little to keep up with her, “I see that you’re wearing–” Stacy giggled, looking down at your sorry face, “No baby, this isn’t a sleepover. I just wore it to see what the boys would say, I’m such a cute bunny! Don’t you think so?” You gave her a quizzical look before smiling at her. “Sure, you’re adorable.”  Your anxiety got the best of you, this wasn’t a sleepover? You felt stupid bringing your flashlight, homemade snacks, and board games. Just get yourself together!

The smell of distinct pot and alcohol irritated you, making you scrunch your nose as you entered the living room. There were bowls of snacks strewed about, with the occasional mystery powders lingering in the corners. A few people sat on the couch and others were huddled in circles whispering gossip or shotgunning. Other than that, the room looked proper in your eyes. 

“Oh Y/N! You came?”

You licked your teeth as you turned around, seeing Miss Pop. “Of course, Ally, why wouldn’t I?” you lied, “You look amazing, by the way.” She was not. An ugly scrunchy held up her hair, her pajamas only being a hot pink juicy couture brand. Ally was practically Barbie with the number of plastic surgeries she had, might as well be a plastic bitch. She barely smiled at you, eyeing you up and down. “Why are you dressed like that? We’re not going camping love.” 

A fucking, plastic bitch indeed. “Oh sorry,” you began, trying to look resentful, “I didn’t–” Your gaze accidentally shifted to a blond behind her, his sweet and innocent laughter distracting you. He had the most dreamy smile, his soft lips pressing together each time he talked. Your mouth lay gaping, making Ally follow your eyes before snickering. “I see you found someone you like, Y/N,” she teased, “Let me introduce you to him, he’s–” 

“No.”

Your instant reply shocked you as much as her, leaving you stuttering, “N-No thank you, I mean, I’m fine.” She crossed her arms, humming slightly. “Alright then, well enjoy the party.” she grinned, sashaying her hair, “The games start at 9 pm.” Behind you, Stacy whispered into your ear, “I would talk to him by the way, I heard that he used to come from a rich family.” Your eyes were still mesmerized by him, taking a swig of his red plastic cup. “Really?” you muttered, clutching your backpack tighter. “Mhm, I’d fuck him, I think his name is Sabu or something.” she replied, patting your back, “I’m gonna find me a dick, bye baby!” 

Taking a deep sigh, you picked through the small crowds, heading towards the corner of the living room. You tucked your backpack into the unlit fireplace, only taking out your phone. It’s not like you were going to do much, you’d probably hang out for a few more hours before leaving. You glanced at the blond again. Maybe a little longer still. You tucked in your legs, squeezing yourself away from the crowd. There were perhaps 20 or so people, rumbling about and occasionally offering you drinks. 

The sleepover was long forgotten in your head, enamored by every little thing the man did. His round eyes sparkled as he spoke, his brows furrowing as he laughed, and his long gentle fingers caressing the counter he leaned on. His blue button-up complimented his fair hair, or was it his cute face? An almost ugly scar ran down his left eye, but it made him even more ethereal in your eyes. You watched him the entire hour, zoning out at the chaos around you. 

“Alright, babes!”

Ally’s voice snapped you back into focus. She had an empty beer bottle swinging in her hand as she drunkenly made it to the center of the room. Her heels were long gone when she stood on top of the small coffee table, motioning her guests forward. Stacy was coming downstairs with another dude, giggling as she pecked him once more. You stood up, dusting your bottom of any specks that lingered, and approached the center.

“We’re going to play a game and everyone has to join,” she began, waving her pointed finger, “Stacy~!” The slut took the bottle from her friend, finishing the last drops before adding, “We’re going to play 7 minutes in heaven! Fix up the room bitches! We’re going to be naughty tonight! Woo!” You hid your frown. What kind of high school shit was that? You hesitantly helped move around the couches and tables to the ends of the room, making space for everyone to sit. 

“Is the closet ready?” asked another, knocking on the white laundry door. Another girl popped her head out before nodding, “Do we have everyone here?” You bit your lip as you sat down, shying away from the other guests comfortably sitting next to you. A light chuckle brought your attention, making you turn around to see Sabu two people away from you. He’s so close! You didn’t notice that you were staring too long as he smiled, earning him a quick blush and turn. He smiled…at me! Perhaps it was better not to gawk at him... 

“Hey, Y/N!” shouted Ally, smirking as she motioned you forward, “Get the drinks from the kitchen, we need to make sure everyone is high as fuck, and that means you too babe.” You nodded as you quickly made it forward to the kitchen, grabbing a stack of plastic cups and the bag of alcoholic drinks. You knew that as long as you were in her house, with her people, it would be very likely that she’d use you as her puppy. The circle was filled with fewer guests than you predicted, it was at best a good 20 or so. You dropped the items near the middle of the circle, where everyone reached out and served themselves greedily. When you didn’t help yourself, Stacy passed you her cup, grinning as she whispered, “Don’t worry boo, mine is just sparkling water, I know you’re not a drinker.” You played in, taking the cup and sipping it lightly. 

“Aw, Y/N, you’re too sweet.”

The crowd seemed to gaze at you, Ally’s sly comment earning you at least a few snickers. “How about you take the first turn? Spin the bottle bitch.” she sneered. Your mouth gaped at her, bitch? Feeling your hand tremble, you reached out hesitantly to the glass beer, its cold touch almost menacing. With a flick of your hand, you sent it spinning, your anxiety building up as it decided your fate. What if you got a boy? Will you be able to play it cool? Or a girl? You could probably just shout your way out of that one... You held on to the fragile cup, leaning ever so forward. 

The bottle began to slow down.

And then it stopped.

On him.

Your eyes trailed up to the blond, his round orbs staring up at you innocently. “I-I don’t think that–” you began, but the crowd jeered at you, not letting you argue. Stacy had taken your cup, pushing you forward with a cackle. Panicking, you tried to make away, until Sabu grabbed your arm softly, freezing you in place. “Don’t tell me you’re going to run away from a poor guy like me, miss?” he said, smiling a little as he stood up. Another rush of anxiety ran through, did he actually want to do this? You bit your lip nervously, feeling the tension around the room arises; they were waiting for you. The sick faces of the guests didn’t help you, but the angel in front of you offered a light expression. He lifted his eyebrow, motioning his head to the closet with a grin still glued to his face. “Well?” he insisted before raising his hands in defense, “If you don’t want to then that’s fine with me, I’m just trying to–”

“Yeah, no–”  you replied instantly, “I don’t–let’s just go in…!” Sabu said no more as he took your hand like a gentleman, leading you gracefully to the cramped room. A blush crept at your face, this was too embarrassing! You glanced slightly at the crowd who snickered, and Ally who rested her chin on her fist deviously. She was up to something and you knew it, it was too evident from the way her eyes followed you. You forgot about the man who held your hand, his large one squeezing yours as he grabbed your attention. The door closed on you both with a shout, most likely a warning. 

You let go of his hand before shoving yourself into the corner of the closet, crossing your arms. Sabu clicked his tongue before leaning on the other end of the space as well, both of you reminiscing in silence. The space was almost stuffy with a lingering scent of rotten wood, and the absence of light didn’t motivate you to investigate. You felt your legs and arms stick with sweat, making you uncomfortable. A breathy sigh left your lips, “So...you’re Sabu?” His laughter broke the silence, surprising you as you scooched away. You could barely outline his figure, but the close approximation of his body heat aroused you. “Who told you I was Sabu?” he chuckled between bouts, “It’s Sabo!” You felt your cheeks burn at the embarrassment, damn that Stacy.

“O-oh really?” you muttered, looking down, “I’m sorry…” You felt a light rub on your head, its motion ruffling you a little. “Don’t worry,” he soothed, retreating his arm, “I don’t expect cute girls like you to know my name…besides, I’ve never seen you before so...” His comment added to your fluster, making you laugh a little, “You think I’m cute? Out of all the girls in the party?” Sabo leaned over you, almost trapping you in with his height. He whispered, “Yeah, I think you’re cute…sweet even.” A smile crept up your lips as you gazed up at him, letting him press his body against yours. “But you don’t even know me…” you replied quietly, “I was going to leave but you -uh–” You gulped down your saliva, his breath almost fanning your lips. “But what?” he asked huskily, pushing a leg in between your thighs. You bit back a squeak. 

“D-don’t you think this is going a bit too fast?” you began, a rush of panic forming, “I don’t think I should be doing this–” Sabo’s soft lips crashed into yours, eating your words. Your back was pinned flatly against the wall, leaving you no option to escape. His hands traveled down to the sides of your head, trying to push you to him. You let your hands travel up to his chest before turning your head away. He took this as an opportunity to travel kisses down your neck. His calm breathing contrasted with your rigid breaths, making you whimper as you tried to sink away. 

“S-sabo!” you gasped, punching his chest, “I don’t want to do this, I don’t want–” Your breath hitched when you saw him stare up at you, his eyes laced with love…and something almost menacing. A disappointed sigh left him, but he didn’t move. “You’re one of those girls then, I suppose?” he murmured. You, slightly offended spat back. “What do you mean one of those girls? Don’t mix me up with–”

“I’m saying that you’re a virgin.”

The silence was too loud. You shifted uncomfortably under him, were you that predictable? “But I’m not saying that's a bad thing of course,” he continued, “You probably aren’t ready yet, and I get that. I respect you, so I won’t try anything bad. But I was lucky enough to steal a kiss from you, right?” He laughed a little, giving you another peck on the cheek before retracting from you. You felt the warmth of his body begin to vanish, like an opportunity slipping away. 

It's not as if you were obliged to fuck him, it's just a game after all. But god, you’ve only actually known him for a few minutes and it was as if he had your entire heart. Sabo, the nice blond. He didn’t seem like the kind to hurt you, or else he wouldn’t have listened to you in the first place. You argued with yourself. He’s nice! He’s a really nice guy, so you wouldn’t mind him being your first? He did say he respected you, so you could trust him. 

It felt almost intoxicating.

“I-I am ready,” you said, more to yourself, “I was just thinking about it, y’know? Like…” You felt the need to explain more, and it didn’t feel right. A gut feeling resounded inside you, something almost regrettable.

But we all have something we always regret, right?

“So…you won’t push me away this time?” he teased, approaching you again, “I’m glad you figured that out for yourself, I knew you were a smart one.” His hands touched your skin once more, rubbing the soft flesh lightly. “A smart and pretty one.” You blushed, his words making you tremble and thankful that he couldn’t see your reaction. Sabo took the liberty of lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist, pinning you to the wall softly. “Let me take care of you then, pretty thing,” he cooed, kissing your lips. You melted over him, your fingers weaving through his curls. You let him take the lead. 

His mouth pressed hotly against yours, even with the occasional moan. A hand slipped through your shorts, groping and kneading your ass. You groaned onto him, growing limp at the makeout session. You tugged his lower lip before sucking on it lightly. You knew he liked it when he gasped and almost dropped you. “Let’s get rid of these shorts, shall we–” The blinding light interrupted you both with the howls of the guests. 

In those seven minutes, you forgot who you were. You felt yourself grow weak and timid again, tempted to just run away. You looked down at Sabo who dropped you an inch, and tucked your head into his shoulder. He shielded your burning face from everyone else like you were the most fragile thing in the world. Your hands were pressed in between your chest, your legs still dangling down his sides. 

“Looks like we got a new slut!! Give it up for Y/N the whore!!” 

The crowd howled louder, and your gut wrenched. Before you had a chance to break, Sabo calmly replied: “Shh, she’s sleeping. She passed out before I even got the chance to kiss her pretty face,” You felt him stroke your back pitifully. “I’m going to drop her off upstairs if you don’t mind.” A cackle left the host, “So she wimped out then? What a bitch!” Ally stood up from her spot, glaring at Sabo, “Would you still fuck her though? A sorry person like her should at least be grateful that I invited her.” The bitch laughed with her audience, “Just drop her off in whatever room, I don’t care, we’ll dump some cold-ass beer in her face when the party’s over.” You knew that it was crazy that Ally would bother inviting you to one of her wacky events, but her words still stabbed you like knives. You tried not to move or make a sound, but your shaking fit couldn’t bear with it anymore. 

“She’s cute,” Sabo repeated, laughing as well, “That’s all, see you later then.” He weaved through the circle, untouched by the commentary, and made it up the stairs. You didn’t say anything to him, and he didn’t either. The party resumed as the next person spun the bottle. You wouldn’t know who it was, and you didn’t want to. The strong arms that held you were your comfort right now, and that's all that mattered. You looked up at the blond again, catching a wisp of a dark aura –but quickly replaced with a smile. “Do you mean it?” you asked meekly. The door shut behind him as he set you on the fluffy bed. 

“Mean what?”

“That I’m cute.”

He grinned brightly, “Of course! It must’ve been fate that we met, a bad timing sure, but still fate.” He pressed you flat on the surface, your body splaying just for him. You gawked at the man, so innocent and so sweet. “If you don’t mind,” he added, unbuttoning his shirt, “I’d like you to be my girlfriend.” You blinked. “I-I mean,” he stuttered, realizing what he was asking, “I never had a girlfriend, and my brothers always brag about how happy they make them. And you make me happy and so–”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’ll be your girlfriend, just tell me about your brothers later, I’d love to know what kind of people they are.” His blushing mess was pushed away with playful laughter, “I said girlfriend, not wife, remember? I wouldn’t mind you being my wife too though…” You made the first move to push him over you, clashing lips yet again. He was as sweet and addicting as candy, and you savored him. “Hold up now, Y/N,” he groaned, “Take off your clothes first.” No second was wasted as you kicked off your shorts and rid of your blouse, leaving you in your underwear. You watched him undress, charmed at his pristine and perfect body. There was a trail of blond pubes near his V-line, and his body flexed when he tossed his pants. You saw him eye you again.

“O-Oh!” you realized, fumbling with your bra clasp. I’ve been staring for too long! “Here, let me help you,” he chuckled. He reached over you, unclasping it easily. You felt a little exposed as you still held onto the clothing. “C’mon,” he teased, “Let me see that beautiful body.” You did so hesitantly, letting your breasts bounce out freely. He smiled, “Put your hands up for me.” Obediently, you raised them, only to gasp when he pulled and tied them to the headboard. You didn’t get to process the moment well when he yanked off your panties, your cunt being hit with cold air.

“It's for precaution,” he insisted, “Open your mouth.” What precaution? Again, you opened up for him, and he stuffed your panties inside. You looked at him questionably, he must know what he’s doing…right? You bit the cloth, trying to spit it out. A slap on your thigh jolted you. “Don’t spit it out,” he warned, “I’ll have to punish you if you do, spread your legs now.” You didn’t listen the first time, keeping your legs shut. Sabo loomed over you, his husky voice ringing in your ear. 

“Don’t make me say it again, love.”

You gulped as you spread your legs slowly, feeling hot when he peppered you with kisses. “Good girl,” he praised, helping you push your legs up. Some doubt filled you, what if he doesn’t know what he doing? What if–? Your thoughts were snatched away when a wet and warm muscle licked up your slit. A strangled yelp left your throat when you bucked your hips. His tongue ran small kitten licks on your pussy, his hands making sure you kept your body down. There was something so alien, yet so pleasurable when he laid before you. 

His muscle circled your clit, kissing, sucking, and nibbling on it softly. Strings of muffled noises left your mouth as you whined against him. “You taste so fucking good, baby,” he groaned, inhaling your scent greedily, “Just look at you.” Sabo moved to hold your legs with one hand, the other traveling down to collect your sticky slick. Your teary eyes looked down at him, where he played with your essence in front of you. It stuck like strings over his long fingers and tasted like syrup to him when sucked them off. 

“I’m so lucky to be your first,” he whispered. You panicked when his tongue poked around your entrance. His fluffy hair tickled your thighs when he sang to himself, “Allllllll mineeee.” His fingers were quick to replace his tongue, tricking you evilly when he pushed a single digit inside you. Sabo was delighted to feel your tight walls clench around his one finger, “Now this won’t do at all, I’ll have to prep you well if I’m going to fit.” You groaned again, but he wasn’t wrong. He pushed another three digits inside, going knuckle deep as your pussy warmed them up. You lay still, growing accustomed to the stretch. “Ready?” he asked, slowly pumping his fingers. 

You nodded, breathing shakily when his digits began to stretch you painfully. He was extremely skilled with his hands, easily finding the spots that made you squirm and the ones that made you squeal the loudest. The wet splurging sounds of your sopping cunt resounded throughout the room, adding to the sweet tune that left your muffled mouth. You felt the burn in your tummy ignite more when he added his tongue to the mix, earning him a cry of pleasure as you shuddered before him. Your sweet pussy clenched around his digits when you arched your back, but he didn’t stop. Sabo still fingerfucked your throbbing hole, speeding up intentionally while he lapped up all spurting juices. He “helped” you overcome your first release, but even then it was too strong. Your arms grew sore over the headboard and your head lolled to the side with drool escaping your lips.

“Ah ah ah,” he tsked, “Don’t go down on me now, we haven’t even gotten to the best part.” The blond retreated his wet fingers, leaving your pussy empty and yearning for him. You felt your warm release trickle down as your legs were repositioned. Was this how it felt? To be loved? Sabo caged your upper body, grinning at your fucked out face. Your weak head was lifted, his rough and gentle fingers pulling out your wet panties. Some of your salivae still connected you to them. “Well, this isn’t going to work,” he sighed, tossing it to the side as he hooked his thumbs to the band of his black briefs. 

Your heart beat faster when you saw his dick. It was curved deliciously with its pink tip weeping slightly. But it was big. That wasn’t going to fit, it just can’t! “S-sab…!” you croaked, panicking, “N-Na fish no!” You pulled the restraints desperately, shaking your head in refusal. He was quick to slap your face awake, “Behave.” Your lover aggressively squeezed your cheeks, puckering your lips. “It will fit, so stop being so fussy.” With that, he untied the shirt that held your wrists and wrapped it around your mouth as a gag. He finished it off with a knot, your teeth poking out as you bit it. 

“Good girl.” he praised, pecking your forehead. You looked down at your wrists, burned by the mere cloth. Sabo moved back down on his knees as he dragged your thighs to cradle his hips. Your body hovered the bed, your arms finding leverage on the header again. Blinking a few times you remembered. You did your best to speak through the gag, “Chomdin! Chomdin!” His attention was lifted from your body, staring up at you in disbelief, “Condoms?” You nodded eagerly, safety first, right? He chuckled lightly at you before shaking his head, “Now where’s the fun in that? C’mon, lemme please you baby.” 

You didn’t get to argue back, screaming silently as he forced himself into your tight hole. You tried to smack his arms, holding onto him dearly with your head digging into the pillows. “Relax Y/N,” he grunted, rubbing small circles on your clit, “You’re making it really hard for me to fit y’know?” You shook your head, whimpering as your eyes stung with the pain. He slowly slid inside your sweet cunt, your previous mess helping him with the friction. You could tell that even you were too small for him. His face contorted as he bit his lip, panting when you squeezed his dick more. You could only hope that the pleasure rode out the pain.

“Y-you’re doing so good,” he hissed, digging his hand into the plush of your fat thigh, “Just keep taking me in like that…!” He was able to meet you halfway, giving up on you, but knowing full well that it near broke you. Your chest heaved, finally able to take a moment to breathe. You could barely see through your tearful eyes, sobbing at the blond. Fuck, it felt so good when he rutted himself inside you, almost making you forget about the tight grip you had on him. 

“Hold on.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, what does he mean hold on–? You were quickly answered. Your throat erupted once more for the night, moaning as your lover ruthlessly pounded into you. His groin slapped your skin eagerly, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. His hands moved to hold your waist, picking you up and shoving your harder. The erotic pleasure left you breathless, your body growing limp as you focused on the wet claps of sex clashing. Sabo barely let out any audible noise, and only rarely would you hear a growl followed by a string of curses. He adored your pretty pussy holding onto his dick, grinding and changing angles every few seconds. When you let out the most filthy moan of the night, he instantly ravaged you, forcing more of that melody to fill his ears. It didn’t matter if everyone discovered the noises above them, they can go to hell for all it mattered. Another mewl left your wet lips as the blond popped one of your breasts into his mouth. He licked and sucked your nipple before biting it softly. 

“That’s it,” he rasped, feeling your second orgasm fast approaching, “Cum for me baby, show me who makes you feel this good.” As if by command, your cunt spurted around him, letting lewd sounds harmonize with your choked wails. Sabo pulled out of you, a ring of your slick coating his cock. His throbbing length was still hard, leaving him dissatisfied. “One more round,” he insisted, ripping off the gag, “Go on all fours now baby,” You weakly mouthed a no, feeling yourself slip into the pleasures of sleep. 

And of course, he just couldn’t have that.

He roughly flipped you over like a ragdoll, grabbing your arms as he tied the gag again on your burned wrists. Your face squished against the pillows, and you bet you looked terrible. Your hair was probably messy right now, hell you probably even looked like a slut. Wet dribbles ran down your mouth, but you didn’t have the strength to close your lips shut. Your ass was raised to meet Sabo’s hips. He used a hand to position himself back into your pussy, and slipped back in easily. “See? I fit just like a glove now,” he chuckled, “Does it still hurt now?” You didn’t reply, you couldn’t. “Oh, that’s right, you can’t talk. Sorry love,” His large hand held your wrists up, making your upper body arch up and lift you from your slouch. 

“You can moan all you want now,” he said, shifting a little behind you, “Fuck, you can even scream if you’d like. Don’t worry about being heard, I’ll take care of that…” His last words were barely audible to you by the spank he gave your bum. You yelped, but that too was taken away. He began with his rough pace again, shaking your legs even worse when you couldn’t hold yourself up. You felt your eyes roll back as he practically fucked you into the mattress, only his grip keeping you up. Your breasts were teased by the sheets, being dragged back and forth. Sabo loosened up a little, letting more grunts escape him.

Your cunt squeezed and clenched around him ethereally, better than any other pussy he fucked before. There was something different about you, whether it be that he corrupted you completely or found himself falling for your sweet obedience. He loved seeing you go dumb on his cock, oh but he probably loved you better when you almost passed out from just his hands. He could easily force you into more submission if he wanted. Shit, he might actually keep you. 

Perhaps he will.

You clenched around him one more time, triggering both your releases as you finally knocked out. Sabo rode out his high slowly, shoving his seed deep inside. His cheeks burned and ran with the sweat trickling down his forehead. He retreated his dick, huffing a little at the sight of his cum dripping down the sheets. The blond pushed his hair back before dragging out a long sigh, beginning to clean up. Soft snores were audible to him as he untied your wrists and tucked you into the bed, he’ll be back for you later.

He sang to himself, picking up his clothes as he dressed himself back up. Glancing at the clock that read midnight, he led himself out, giving you one more look before heading back to the others. 

Something about tonight made him smile.

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You woke up not long after, aroused by sounds disturbing your sleep. You blinked away the tiredness, rolling lazily off the bed, and falling. Cursing, your legs barely lifted you, not to mention the dry stickiness in your legs pestered you as well. It took you a moment to realize what had just happened…

You literally fucked a guy.

A smile crept up your lips, and he was your boyfriend too! Ignoring the need to clean, you searched for your scattered clothes, eager to tell Stacy about your event. She wasn’t that bad for being in miss barbies army, so it didn’t seem terrible if you tell her the tea. You rinsed your face quickly in the connected bathroom and fixed your messy hair a little. After putting on your shoes, you walked right out, but something didn’t feel right.

It was too quiet.

Too silent.

Too….empty.

You tread carefully out into the hallway, looking both ways and not seeing a soul in sight. The house was dark, aside from the moonlight shining through the open windows. The scene felt straight out of a cliche horror movie, the reference not helping that sinking gut feeling. You walked down the stairs a little, peering over the railings gaps only to clasp your mouth in shock.

They were fucking dead. 

You held the vomit that threatened to spill. It looked as if there was an effort to spill as little blood as possible, but a struggle prevented it. Some people sat on the couches with slit throats, their blood a crescent shape as it ran down their clothes. Others were still on the floor in their circle. A few lay splayed, their faces stuck in horror. They were scared, and like a disease, it infected you too. You scanned the room for anyone alive, literally anyone. A noise behind you jolted you forward, causing you to fall and roll down the stairs. You silently screamed at the pain that shot up your leg, hoping that the perpetrator didn’t hear you. 

You sobbed again, forcing yourself to get back up and get your backpack. The smell of marijuana and alcohol still lingered in the room, hiding the smell of the rotting corpses. You were leaving, there was no need to play Sherlock and find who did it. Only you mattered, and you could only expect that Sabo was killed too. You passed through the litter, bile wanting to erupt from your throat. One of your hands held your limping leg steady, and the other muffled your mouth. You got your backpack, but its contents were spilled. 

Ally did it.

Your snacks were scattered and your board games torn, and worst of all— your phone was broken. That bitch! You headed to the door but were stopped by a tune coming from the kitchen. Shit. You quickly made back up the stairs, the killer would assume that he murdered everyone and then leave, right? You bit your lip to suppress your pain, successfully making it up. You gave downstairs a glance, and you almost believed you hallucinated, seeing a wisp of blond hair climb up. You quickly limped to the nearest doors, jumbling the knobs that refused to open. The steps were getting closer. You began to panic, reaching a white door at the end of the corridor that finally let you in. You opened it without a thought and slammed it shut.

“Y/N?”

You snapped your head behind you to see Stacy, her makeup ruined as she sat on the toilet. She sniffed as she dramatically cupped her mouth, “You’re alive? You’re alive!” You glanced behind her, gasping as you backed up. A bloody Ally lay in the tub, her face torn. It looked as if an animal ravaged her face, along with her stomach that spilled its contents on the white ceramic. “I-I tried to help her Y/N,” began Stacy, sobbing again, “But he fucking stabbed her! Again and again, like a crazy-ass psycho! I bet he’s still out there, I bet he’s trying to find me too and you as well–” You cut her off:

“Who??”

“Fucking Sabo!! The fucked up dude!”

You grimaced shaking your head, Sabo? He couldn’t do that, he…that’s just not him. His wide grin and innocent eyes came to mind. “It can’t be! I literally just fuc–” The brunette wailed at you, stabbing her finger, “You fucked him? Please tell me you didn’t! That son of a bitch??!!” You nodded slowly shaking as you turned to the door. Sabo’s no killer…was he? “Y-you’re lying!” you spat, “Sabo would never–” 

The splinters of crashing wood interrupted you both, making you run to the corner of the bathroom. Stacy screamed as shook you, “Did he follow you?” You looked at her fearfully, trembling as the missing patch of wood stuck out a gloved hand, reaching for the doorknob. It opened with a long creak.

Your heart sank.

Your boyfriend stood at the entrance, his knife stuck to the door as he glared at you both. His blue shirt was drenched with red. He softened a little when he saw you, “Ah, you’re here too?” You felt small and not a word peeped out of you. Stacy, on the other hand, had at least a little fight in her. 

“You bitchhh!!!” she screamed, launching herself on the blond with her nails, clawing at his face. But she would never have won in the first place. The silver metal impaled her, making her gasp loudly. “I don’t like girls like you, I’m afraid,” he said coldly, tossing her away. Sabo made his way toward you, opening his arms, “C’mon Y/N she was the last one, we can–” The slut attacked him again, pushing him over the tub where the host's corpse lay. “IT TAKES MORE THAN A STAB TO TAKE ME DOWN BITCH!!!” she screeched, trickles of blood running down her mouth. Sabo fell down with a grunt, giving you a chance to run. 

You limped as fast as a limped person could run, passing the corridor and making your way to the stairs. Your heart still throbbed for Sabo, still not accepting his inhumanity. Your escape was short-lived when you were pinned to the wall, stealing your air. You didn’t dare look up. 

“Y/N, look at me.”

You didn’t. 

“Y/N, I said look at me,” he repeated, more harshly. You still didn’t. He pressed on your wounded leg, earning him a yelp. Angrily, you peered up, hiding the tears he wanted to see. His face ran an ugly gash over his old scar, a last parting gift from Stacy. “Don’t ever do something like that, ever.” he hissed, digging at your wound again, “Is that clear?” You quickly nodded, your eyes glistening. Sabo smiled a little, letting the blood from his gloves swipe on your wet cheek. “You’re going to be with me from now on, okay? I'll give you everything you ever need, all I ask is that you be a good girl and listen.” You stared. He gripped your neck tightly, his hot breath fanning your ear, “Are we clear, I said?”

“Y-yes.”

He kissed your temple, pulling you to him and carrying you, “That's what I like to hear.” He helped you down the stairs, silently enjoying each whimper, tear, and sob that left you. Your little nose sniffed, hopeless at your situation. He expected this to go more smoothly, unlike his other jobs, but it doesn’t really matter in the end. As long as the job is done, then that’s an A+ in his book. He peered at the clock again, reading 1:30 am. His partner should arrive about now. 

“Why me?” you asked.

Sabo smiled, “I like you, that’s why.” He set you down by the door, a grave mistake. Before he had a chance to pull out his phone, you were already running outside. The cold air hit your legs and arms, your tears drying in the night air. Crickets chirped as you ran down the driveway, you had to run. And by luck, a familiar car passed by.

Ace!

You quickly limped over to the red vehicle, opening the doors hurriedly as you launched yourself in. “Ace! Ace!,” you began, your words coming out as croaks, “We have to go now, he’s coming! Drive! Ace!” The freckled raven watched you for a moment, baffled.

“Why’re you still alive?”

“W-what?” you whispered, trembling as his gaze shot you, “W-what do you mean Ace? What do you mean I’m still alive?” Your door was opened by the blond, who waved at the raven, “Hey brother, did she scare you?” When his eyes met yours, he stopped grinning. He pulled you out of the car roughly, shoving you into the back seats. “That wasn’t very nice Y/N,” he said, glowering over you, “I’ll teach you some manners later.” Ace dramatically gasped at you before howling, “Damnnnnn imagine?” He cackled as he greeted his brother, exchanging a handshake before igniting the engine.

“I thought we settled on everyone?” the driver asked, revving his way out of the neighborhood, “So why is she here?” You felt sick. Sabo glanced behind him, seeing you still tossed on the backseat with your wide doe-eyes, “She’s really…interesting if I put it simply.” He shifted his attention back to the road.

“Shit, I didn’t even know she had potential,” Ace whistles, “I know y’all fucked though,” He tapped his nose, “I can smell fresh sex y’know.” The men laughed loudly, passing jokes carefree. You looked outside of the window, pressing your red hands on the glass, fresh morning dew coating it. You couldn’t help but cry, you were stuck. No one would come to save you. Houses passed by, the night sky slowly readying itself for the glorious morning. The stars lost their twinkle as they stood over you, sadly whooshing away at your poor fate. 

And cruel fate it was. 

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Luffy Baby Trapping His Darling

AFAB! Reader, yandere themes, dubcon

As soon as you even suggest or show signs of wanting to leave him, he's conjuring up a plan.

Luffy thinks of all kinds of ways to get you to stay, each of them fall through and just upset him more.

If you won't stay for him, then maybe you'll stay for a child. Your child.

It won't matter if you tell him no, he's still going to breed you. Crawling over your body in the night, planting big wet kisses on your lips as he pulls your clothes off.

"Gonna treat you so good, you'll be a good mommy and I'll be a good daddy."

He's stronger than he looks and you won't even be able to get away, his hands will keep you down and spread open.

Luffy's already hard, and when he pulls his pants down, his cock jumps up and slaps against his stomach. It leaves a sticky string of precum as he strokes the shaft, preparing to fuck you.

Wastes no time in sliding his cock into your cunt, spitting between the two of you if you're not wet enough. The feeling of getting filled up with his fat cock has you involuntarily moaning.

He's immediately jackhammering into you, moaning about how good you feel, how good you are to him, and how you're his.

"Mine, mine, all mine. I love you, love you, love you!"

The sounds of his heavy balls slapping against you, the squelch of your pussy, and Luffy's whines fill the room.

You can't deny how good he feels, his thick cock hitting all the right spots and pushing up against your cervix.

Luffy starts getting close, and you know it. He holds you tighter, and starts babbling

"Gonna fill you up, gonna fuck your womb. Gonna make you pregnant, all mine. Mine, mine. Fill you up with my babies. You can't leave."

He'll ignore your protests and struggling, you beg him not to cum inside but it's futile. Soon enough you feel his cum spitting inside you, the hot spend filling you up. You wished it didn't feel so good.

Luffy doesn't pull out, he stays buried inside, just so his seed will. He stares down at you and places his hand over your tummy.

"You can't let your baby grow up without a father. You're staying with me, right?"