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can’t come down - aphrodisiac luffy x f!reader

Luffy Accidentally Eating/taking Aphrodisiac And Reader Has To Deal With The Results.

smut with some angst

summary: thinking it was regular chocolate, you accidentally give luffy several doses of a potent aphrodisiac. now he needs you to take care of him

contains: accidental intoxication, luffy in discomfort/distress, tears, some uncomfortable sex, overstimulation, luffy and zoro in a brief sexual situation

words: 4.8k

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It’s all your fault. You’ve hurt him, the little angel. A pleasant but burning pain, he’s attached to you, drooling on your neck and he’s been going for hours and he’s rubbing inside you ceaselessly, you’re dripping with him. He’s whimpering, this sweet boy. His eyes are blown out and hazy and he won’t stop just gazing at you, open-mouthed whimpers while he rubs inside you so deep and rough that god, you can feel it blooming and aching in your stomach, squeezed as you breathe so with every breath he moans in frustration and desire. Luffy just wanted chocolate, it’s all your fault.

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This town is seedy and dark. You like it because you can’t find these sorts of shops in regular port towns, places selling hallucinogens and fake medicine and alcohol for 100 berries a bottle. The sex shops don’t even board up their windows, that’s why you and Nami thought why not, let’s explore.

It’s not a serious shopping trip, more of a chance to laugh, tease each other, indulge in curiosity. This store’s set into the ground, beneath a metal stairway, it’s starting to rain so you two run for cover in the most interesting place.

The sex shop, which is very dim, all lantern light, is filled with things neither of you had ever seen before or thought to consider. The salesman is pushy, coming from behind the counter to try to sell you things you certainly hadn’t come there for. You laugh and walk around and whisper to each other. And even though you’re in a loving relationship these aren’t things you’ve thought to consider. Luffy wouldn’t like any of this. You would never do something to hurt or confuse him, not when you’re both vulnerable like that. But these low prices intrigue Nami who tells you that hey, why not get some cute lingerie?

“They’ve got a whole wall of it!” She points to the colorful selection of lace and silk and you do admit, it’s beautiful. It’s not something Luffy would care about really but you’d feel pretty in it, maybe. They’ve even got these cute little translucent night dresses that look so comfortable.

So you approach the salesman with your arms full of lingerie and he looks eager to be selling to two beautiful women. He keeps talking about deals and discounts, and with a little wink he throws in a special offer, with those two night dresses you’re buying you get free aphrodisiacs. Chocolate aphrodisiacs in a little white box and he keeps telling you these things are powerful. It’s a special deal, just for you. And with laughter and encouragement from Nami you say why not. You take them, even though you don’t think you’ll ever use them.

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Weeks go by. That little box, it rests forgotten in some dresser drawer. You tend to forget things at sea.

And there’s this island, more of an ocean mountain really, with jagged cliffs for beaches but there’s a small jungle on top, there might be food or resources up there. So Sanji and Zoro are going to go, and Luffy absolutely insists on coming with them. He’s all excited about it, hyper, rolling on his feet because he’s been kept away too long on the ship and he wants to explore.

But he’s not feeling quite himself. You’ve been short on food and Luffy’s had it bad, never satisfied after meals for the last couple days. That’s why this ocean mountain is the center of your universe with only the promise of a grove of mango trees, a flock of quail. So he’s begging you, pawing at your knees as you sit in bed and begging to get something to eat before he goes exploring. You try to help, maybe there’s something in a drawer, you get to your knees and dig through your dresser while Luffy crouches behind you, leaning on your back, you feel his warmth through your shirt. He’s impatient so he bites the back of your neck, tender but sharp.

You find the little box. You have no memory, in that moment, of where you got it. There’s no label, and you later think to yourself why the hell was there no label? but of course it doesn’t cross your mind right here. It’s a little box of chocolates and before you even have a chance to remember, Luffy snatches them out of your hand and says thank you and kisses you quickly on the cheek, cupping your face, his lips wet from hunger. And he sprints away, leaving you blushing, sitting there on your floor with a little smile.

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He’s beginning to feel very warm but it’s just the sun, probably. He takes off his cardigan, carrying it on his arm. His skin glistens golden in the light, a perfectly burnt brown, but now he’s going red with flush creeping from his face to his shoulders. Luffy’s breathing is irregular now, shuddering. He looks around, the trees wavering just a bit in a cloudy haze through his eyes.

“Sanji?” And he reaches for Sanji’s hand because for some reason he craves contact right now. But Sanji pulls away, feeling the layer of sweat coating Luffy’s palm. “I feel weird.”

Sanji’s eyes wander him. He can sense there’s something not right in Luffy’s stare, something dulled and far away. Something’s wrong, what’s wrong?

“Luffy?” Sanji doesn’t know what to do in these kinds of situations. “You should go see Chopper,” he says finally with his hand on Luffy’s shoulder, gingerly.

“Don’t wanna go back yet.” Luffy’s complaining despite the discomfort. And when he sees that Sanji won’t tell him anything he wants to hear, he turns and disappears into the underbrush, maybe water will help, something cold.

So he comes to this little pond, crystal clear and dappled by sunlight, there’s frogs on the lilly pads. If he wades to his thighs he won’t pass out, probably. There isn’t much care for himself in this moment, just a need to get rid of this burning. So he strips off his jeans which helps, strangely. A breeze hits his now bare body. He feels raw in a way he never has before.

That’s a yearning need to touch himself, but no, Luffy doesn’t think about that. He’s hot so he needs to get in the water. He stumbles on the rocks because his vision isn’t quite right. He shouldn’t go to his waist but that’s where the burning is. Ankles then knees then thighs, ripples lap between his legs, he’s left panting and tingling, that water is hitting nerve endings and with every wave comes friction that makes his body twitch. He wants more.

His hand flies to his cock as if by impulse, all of a sudden. There’s no thoughts now, just need, his hand rubs himself messily even though Luffy has no control, no concept of what he’s doing or why.

God, please.

He bends over a little, head down. Beads of sweat from his brow speckling the water as his whole body shakes back and forth and his muscles spasm. Frustration fogs his mind, with every pump it only stretches his skin, not enough friction, his hand is clamped down so tight that it’s doing nothing for him. He feels like crying. He hates that he wants to go home.

But this isn’t home. And as Luffy moans unabashedly this sounds like cries from pain, which they are, a bit. So it’s Zoro who hears him and without a second thought he’s tearing through the underbrush, tripping over his own feet, led blindly by his worst sound in the world — Luffy crying.

He shouts his name and crashes through the trees, he’s in the clearing and looking around desperately but what he sees makes him yell again. There’s Luffy, the love of Zoro’s life, completely naked and wading in the water of that crystal clear pond and moving sporadically as he rubs his cock, so painfully rock hard, over and over in this animalistic desperation as he cries and whimpers. He doesn’t know where he is or who’s around him and he doesn’t see Zoro.

Until he’s shoved from the side, a powerful push that sends him tumbling into the water, cruel cold water that sucks him in and starts a familiar panic within his heart that makes him forget for a moment about that burning inside him.

“WHAT THE FUCK, LUFFY?!” Zoro pulls him by his hair, shaking him, throwing him on the rocks and looking at Luffy with these stricken eyes, unable to comprehend what he’s seeing. His composure in that moment is shattered, his fists are clenched.

They’ve seen each other naked so many times. They’ve bathed and held and carried each other with nothing between their skin, it’s just how it happens sometimes when you’re that close. But this intimacy, this state Luffy’s in, it’s like nothing Zoro was prepared to see or could even really imagine out of Luffy. Something is horribly wrong.

“Zoro…” and Luffy’s taken up in his arms because no disgust or awkwardness comes before helping a friend who’s hurting. “I feel… I dunno… what’s- …”

Luffy’s voice is so slurred, his body is tense and so solid but yet somehow he’s still melting. Zoro’s finding it hard to look at him, do anything other than just sit there and hold him, uncomfortable at how he can feel that heat from between Luffy’s legs radiating and blooming condensation on Zoro’s skin. He has absolutely no idea how to even begin to approach this situation. So he’s rough and sloppy as he dresses his friend, his cardigan’s on and his sandals are on and his hat has been slammed over his eyes. But Zoro, teeth gritted, has to shove Luffy’s cock in his jeans himself because this boy is useless like this. He’s silently vowing to never talk or think about this moment again, how sticky his hands now feel, how Luffy moans as he’s touched and leans into Zoro and how his cock twitches with an overpowering need to fuck anything that’s close.

Zoro won’t think about this again. He just picks Luffy up and carries him away without saying a word.

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You’re just looking out the window. Unmoving sun, unmoving sea. You want to eat or go somewhere and maybe you should’ve begged and made them take you on the island.

Is it the island, or do you just miss Luffy?

But it’s not long before your door is kicked open, you jump, eyes wide, whipping around to find Zoro cradling your boyfriend, who looks sick. Fear shoots through you and closes your throat especially when you see Zoro’s eyes, vacant and upset and he looks dissociated, blank.

“Oh god, Luffy.” You run to him and your hands go to his face and just stroke his cheeks, he’s sweaty and burning up like he’s caught in a deep fever. “What happened?” Your eyes are wild and scared as you turn to Zoro.

“I don’t know what you gave him. Just… deal with it.” Zoro dumps Luffy into your arms and you stumble as he curls up into you, drooling all over your neck. And Zoro gives his shoulder one last squeeze and turns away, closing the door behind him, running off down the hall, somewhere where he can’t hear that crying anymore.

And yes, Luffy’s crying. You set him down on your bed, rubbing the back of his head and holding his hand. “Hey, hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Dunno what’s happening…” Luffy’s eyes are pleading and endlessly deep right now. His legs are kicking against the air and he keeps shifting around, he can’t sit still.

With his free hand he’s rubbing between his legs like he’s scratching an itch, but he doesn’t stop, your gaze follows him and oh, oh fuck. He’s got this tight, obvious hardness in his jeans. Straining so hard the zipper is shaking with tension. You’ve never seen anything like this.

Your mind is racing, this isn’t just horniness, Luffy has never been sexsick like this before.

You trace it all back and nothing was wrong when he left. Just bright eyed innocence, affection, nothing strange. And suddenly it hits you, that box, those chocolates.

Oh god. Oh my god.

You fed him an aphrodisiac. An aphrodisiac from a sketchy shop in an old-town basement, a powerful drug, just one would keep you up a whole night.

And you let Luffy eat them all.

“Lu… god, I’m sorry,” is all you can say as he crawls into your lap and breathes on your face. You take off his hat and ruffle his hair. How can you even explain this to him? He’s not going to understand. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault, I gave you an aphrodisiac by mistake.” You’re choked up. You hurt him.

“…” Luffy’s mouth is hanging open, drool coating his chin, dazed, so confused. “Hm?” His voice is even gravelier than normal.

“Those weren’t normal chocolates. They make your body… ready for sex? It’s supposed to be a fun thing. B- but I forgot they weren’t just normal chocolates! God, I’m so sorry.” You’re breaking down, you’re cuddling with him now, head on his shoulder.

“Oh.” You can’t really tell how much he understands. And his voice is quiet when he asks, “when’s it gonna go ‘way?”

“…I don’t know. I’m gonna try to help, ok? Let’s fuck for a few hours and get it out. It’s gonna be ok, Lu.”

His pupils expand when you say this, his eyes going from brown to deep black. He wants that so, so bad. He’s just sort of figuring that out now. “Heh, yeah.” He squirms in your lap, cock so hard you can feel his zipper sliding down on its own, as his breath gets heavier, this desperate ball of energy spasming in your arms.

Then he smiles. And he attacks.

He flips you onto your back and groans, hips thrusting into yours as his lips find your mouth, saliva leaking past your lips, you swallow as they part. You’re wearing these soft cotton shorts and you feel his aching cock smacking the fabric as it pushes and strains to break free from his pants with every motion. He moans so loud you know everyone can hear. Now he’s drooling again, spitting on your face because he’s lost control of his jaw, you’re winded but you grab his face and kiss him, he didn’t even know he needed this.

He falls on you now. He’s all splayed out and whining and just kissing you as if he’s been challenged, teeth and tongue working through every part of your mouth. He’s loud when he kisses, and now every breath is a groan of want.

“Undress me…” you whisper to him, grabbing the back of his neck, he seems like he’ll explode if he keeps on like this without being deep inside you.

With a strangled “Mh,” Luffy’s fingernails scrape your skin in a desperate attempt to pull off your dress. He’s ripping cloth, damn, you can hear him ripping cloth. Nothing you can do now.

But you can tell as your skin shines bare and he tears his own clothes from his body, as his sweat drenches you and that heat like a tropical hurricane all over but especially where it pools between his legs and oh you’d be scared if you looked there now, you can tell he’s about to just go in you with no thought or reason and harder than he’s ever gone before. So — and you hate to do this — you grab his shoulders. You stare him in the eyes.

“Luffy. Listen to me.”

your eyes reach his soul, he tries to look at you with anything close to coherence, he wants to follow your lead, he doesn’t understand anything right now. But there’s a hailstorm inside his mind. But he tries to listen.

“Don’t be too rough, please, can you promise?” Your voice is shaky because you’re not sure what he’s about to do. Luffy would never intentionally hurt you but he’s powerful, his body is strange, he works in ways neither of you understand. He has the power to really, really damage you and the carelessness to not see it happening. So you beg him with your eyes.

“I promise,” he gasps softly, one hand curling behind your neck, and he presses his face against your cheek, trying to harden his eyes in the gentle seriousness of the moment. Luffy is incapable of feeling sadism towards you of any kind and he’s at war with his body and the energy bursting within him right now. But he promises.

You smile and your feet rest on his hips and thighs, you feel him sizzling beneath your touch. The surface of his skin wavers before your eyes from the heat, you understand now the idea of mirages, he looks covered in amber rain even as his skin burns beneath your hands.

“Slow,” you ask softly in his ear, making Luffy whine in hunger.

There it is. What you don’t dare look at you can feel. Swollen and throbbing it feels like a whole other animal is just clawing there beneath that rice paper skin. You can feel his heartbeat in the tip of his cock as he touches you and it speeds up thousands of times in an instant. His thighs clamp around yours and his nails are sharp and Luffy groans in your ear. He’s made of nerve endings that send him twitching writhing with every tiny movement. He needs you now.

He pushes himself in and every bit of friction sends him convulsing against you, squeezing you tighter. You can feel the struggle in his muscles to hold back but that deep, tangible yearning for relief. He’s in and you’re both gasping for air. You’re not used to the size or the heat or that artificially induced power that’s overcome his body. But you’re proud of him and you tug his hair to tell him a quiet thank you, you’re ok, he’s keeping you safe.

All your touches are too much. His hips move messily against you like he doesn’t have the capacity to understand what to do right now. But he’s just going to follow that deep primal craving so he rocks into you with all his weight, crushing you again and again, eyes closed, mouth trying to find yours.

It’s the movement but also the way you’re being held. It’s a scary heaven. He’s going deep and he’s not pulling out just throwing himself against you over and over as if there’s any more he has to go. He’s whimpering and his body is shaking in need.

But he goes faster and now this is what you’re scared of, weighted rubber moves and stretches with momentum, he’s squeezing you tighter and tighter and with each slam against your body his cock buries into you so impossibly deep as his skin stretches and snaps within you. You whine and try to steady him but Luffy’s in this cloud right now. His teeth are digging deep into your neck and he’s drooling all over you, saliva dripping down your shoulder and chest.

When he cums it’s so hot it feels like lava. There’s so much of it. That relief at the slowness, liquid soothing beaten flesh, that’s heaven as you lay beneath him, wrapped in his arms. Is it over? No, no it isn’t.

But first, while he’s stunned and unable to move, you squish his face in your hands. “Luffy,” you breathe heavily into his mouth, “be more gentle. Please. You’re gonna hurt me.”

His eyes are wide and concerned. “I hurt you?” he whimpers from his swollen, shiny lips.

“I’m ok, don’t worry, just please be more gentle.” And you smile at him. That sets something off in his heart and you feel him harden again inside you.

He grins, lifting you back so you’re pressed against his chest, on his lap. And he shoves you down against him as you squirm in his arms, he rolls your hips on his as his strong hands take total control of your body, hungry eyes gazing at you with deep, immeasurable lust. From this new position he has so much control, he’s using your body for his release in as loving a way as possible, biting at your skin. You’re left to twitch in his grasp and hug him, letting yourself bask in this incredible tsunami.

The bouncing and stretching of his cock isn’t as bad in this position although you’re still impossibly full, limp in the overwhelming motion. But that heat is becoming uncomfortable, your cheek from its rest on his shoulder is covered in layers of sweat and you feel it pooling around every point of contact. He smells like burning rubber and thick, palpable sweat. His skin begins to sear your hands and you only realize what’s happening when he starts to steam. Billowing steam clouding your room and soaking you in hot, wet air like you’re in an erupting volcano. You’re not sure which gear he’s changing to and you don’t want to find out.

“LUFFY!” You yell through your haze and hit his back and it’s so hard to talk to him like this, his moans are drowning out your cries, he’s moving faster and faster and his hair and mouth and the area between your legs is already lost in clouds of white steam. “STOP!”

He yelps and rolls off of you. Your words cut his heart. You’re both drenched and your bed is soaking, your hair in your eyes dripping down your face mixed with tears you didn’t even know were there. Luffy looks confused, disoriented, he’s still steaming but it’s slowing now, his skin is dulling to its usual hue, his hair falls back over his face. He doesn’t know what to say.

“You were changing gears,” you murmur under your breath. “Luffy, that could’ve been bad.”

“I’m- I’m sorry…” he whimpers and looks down at himself. There’s still a cloud of blinding steam circling up the shaft of his cock, blooming from his tip and shimmering in droplets rolling down the red, tight skin. He looks at you with puppy eyes, needing your arms again.

You let him crawl to you. You let him place his head under your hand to be pet and comforted. He feels terrible but he feels sick, too, a sickness only cured by the deepest and most indescribable pleasure. He’s melting in your arms, as needy as when he was given to you, eyes blurry. You let him rest his head in your lap and drink in your scent, blankets tucked between his legs for the slightest friction.

“It’ll feel better if you don’t go so fast,” you say softly, stroking his wet hair. And he nods.

“Can I have more now? I’ll be better to ya. I really promise.”

His hands feel gentler now. You let him climb your body and capture you in another deep kiss. And with your legs crossed behind his back you let him fuck you again and chase his second orgasm and he’s right, he’s better now. He’s fighting with his body but he’s better.

When he cums again it feels boiling hot. It’s shot after shot deep inside you and he tugs your hair, bites your shoulder, strokes your lower stomach before moving down to rub at your clit which is incredible because he never thinks of that. This drug is making him different, his mind is overwhelmed by sex in a way it never is. Part of you likes it a lot. It’s new. It’s fun.

It doesn’t take him long before he’s hard again and dragging his cock through your walls in deep, deliberate strokes with his tongue in your mouth. Luffy is a million miles above the earth. With every orgasm his world shakes and crumbles for an instant before it’s rebuilt again in waves of desire that send him higher, higher. He’s a million miles above the earth and even as hours slip by and his body is drained again and again, he can’t come down.

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At some point the ship has set sail again. Clouds crawl by the porthole and the ocean rocks you both but you and Luffy stay in that soaked bed and get lost in each other for so long that you don’t even know what’s real anymore. You can’t tell sensation from sensation. Neither can he but he can’t come down.

There was that perfect sweet spot where you had just swam in each other in bliss and peace. You didn’t have to stop his gear changes anymore because his body had adjusted to this new universe. And you were in tune with each other. But now, now it’s bad again.

But in a different way.

Luffy is exhausted but so desperate still. His tears have started again and he doesn’t know what to do and he can’t even move and every part of his body aches. You’ve never seen him like this during sex, he’s never weak or tired. But his body is drained.

But that drug won’t let go.

“You ok?” you’re whispering, hand on his face. You lift Luffy in your arms and place him on his back. His eyes won’t leave yours, he’s starry eyed and love struck through his tears.

“Mh…” is all you can make out. He looks down at himself, his body is dripping wet and his cock is hard again, throbbing hard in overstimulation.

Every touch seems like it’s painful to him now. But he wants more so, so bad. So you place a pillow under his head, you curl up against his body, and you rub him with your hand. Your arm gets tired but you keep going for as long as you possibly can. And sometimes Luffy will open his mouth in a silent, breathless moan, sometimes his body will convulse and his cock will twitch. But his orgasms are dry now. There’s nothing left in him.

The last one, that’s when he grabs your face. With his last bit of strength he rolls onto you and clutches your cheeks in his hands and just stares at you, not letting you move, his thighs squeezing your leg. He rubs himself off on you one last time and with a final shudder he’s done. It’s all gone. It’s over.

He collapses into your arms, too tired to breathe anymore. You expect him to just sleep right there but instead he twists onto his back, batting at your face with his palm lazily, playfully. He giggles. He looks dreamy and dazed. But happy, actually. Really happy.

“Feeling alright?” You’re worried. You’re guilty, still. You’re praying nothing hurt him or made him sick.

“Mhm. Feel good!” Luffy’s beaming as if he already forgot everything that happened. He’s glowing, chest rising and falling heavily. But he tilts his head questioningly, “you?”

“Yeah. Just sore.” To which he rolls onto his elbows, kicking his legs in the air, he holds your body, he gives your hips a soft kiss. He’s appreciative, he’s so soft now, honey skin glowing in the sleepy sunshine.

But everything is wet. Your clothes on the bed next to you, the sheets, your bodies and hair. So with your arms around his shoulders, because it will be hard to walk for a while, the two of you throw on robes and step outside. You forgot the smell of fresh sea air after that mist of sex and sweat. Luffy’s heart beats against yours, calm and healthy, steady.

He sets you down and you take him in your arms, now, laying him against the mast. You take a towel to his hair, drying him, the sun on the wind sending the dewdrops you’re made of falling away from your shoulders in rainbows. You’re glittering, you and Luffy.

You should get you both some food soon, you should give yourselves a real bath, you should go and comfort Zoro and assure him that you’re both ok. But not yet. You don’t want that yet.

You avoid the eyes of the others as they pass below. You don’t want to talk about this with anyone but Luffy right now, the boy who looks like an angel resting below you, chiseled glistening body, sunlight divinity. He opens his mouth, he kisses your fingertips as you brush hair from his cheeks.

He wants to talk to you at first but he finds that his eyes are too heavy. He just yawns instead, and bares his teeth in a smile. And he holds your hand tightly with this deep, profound gratitude. You hear him whisper, beneath his breath, that he loves you.

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3v37773

1 year ago

Stay with me!

Yandere!Luffy x Female Reader.

Contains: !!DARK CONTENT AHEAD!! Dub-con to non-con to consensual. Luffy is actually insane in this one. Law’s in the beginning. Sneak drugging. Aphrodisiac use. Sensory deprivation (in the beginning). Paralyzing (I find it ironic that in this your body can move but your face can). Bondage. Fingering. Oral (Reader & Luffy receiving). Actual soft sex (somewhat). Forced impregnation. Heavy breeding kink from Luffy. Multiple rounds. Mind breaking? Cream pies everywhere- Luffy gets his happy ending in the end. This is a long ass fic- I got carried away.

Law studies through his medical book as he wondered to himself about surgical matters. He was growing rather tired but rest wasn’t needed when there was work to be done at hand. A knock on the door startled him, but he then sighs angrily at the disturbance.

Who in hell could be here at this hour?

Slowly standing up from his chair, he pulled his coat on as he walks out of his office and down the stairs, the knock growing more violent the longer he took to make it to the door.

“I’m coming! Please be patient!” He huffs, pulling out his glasses to put on.

His heels clacked against the floor as he slowly walks over to his door, another sigh leaving him before he opens the door. Opening the door he looks down and realizes that familiar straw hat his eyes met up with. “Mugiwara-Ya? What’re you doing here at my clinic? It’s late.” Law asks, looking down at him.

Luffy slowly lifts his head up at him and Law freezes at his gaze, that dark gaze he’d never giving him. “Oi, Torao. I need a speak t’ya. Mind if I come in?” Luffy asked, tilting his straw hat up. Law lets out a little sigh before moving out of the way, allowing him to enter the clinic.

Closing the door behind himself, he watches as Luffy goes and take a seat, waiting for Law to sit and speak with him. “So what brings you here? You never come around here, especially around this time.” Law asks, fixing his glasses.

“I need some meds, I’m sure ya would know about this type of stuff. I couldn’ go ta Chopper ‘bout it.” Luffy begins, pulling his straw hat off of his head. “Medicine? Are you sick or somethin’ again?” Law asks, covering his face with his palm while thinking of Luffy’s ignorance. “S’not f’me silly.” Luffy snickers. Law freezes at that sudden remark and slowly looks back to Luffy. “Not for you…? What do you mean?” Law asks.

“Cmon, don’ play dumb w’me Torao. Ya know who it’s for, don’cha?” Luffy asks, smiling to him. “I…I don’t actually. I don’t know who it’s for.” Law admits, already irritated at his childish game.

“For m’gal, Torao.” Luffy says lowly.

Law could only stare down at Luffy with slight worry as Luffy began to explain his ‘issue’ to him, admitting that he’s been planning it for a very very long time.

“Wanna impregnate m’girlfriend Torao…but ion want her resistin’ at all or leavin’ me.”

Law freezes in shock, his face falling pale as Luffy said such words to him.

“I want her to be up the whole while, I want her to feel m’love deep inside of her~ Wanna hear her sweet moans and I wan’ her t’hold me once the meds wear off~”

Luffy begins to hug himself tightly, wrapping and stretching his rubbery arms around his body while his eyes began to roll back from the thought. The thought of you and him being a happy family, having a baby together. And the whole while you’ll enjoy it, you’ll be happy to have his children and you’ll be happy to be a mommy for him.

“Just wanna fill her up~ Fill her up s’full of m’fuckin babies~ Then in the end she won’ leave me, she wouldn’ have a choice!” Luffy hums as he mumbled to himself, the loving hearts appearing in his eyes as his body grew hot from the thought.

Law was absolutely shocked, stunned in fact. How could such a happy and idiotic man such as Luffy act this mad about impregnating his girlfriend, about forcing himself on her while she liked it. Luffy knew what he was doing, he was smart to understand that this wasn’t right.

He knows that she would resist if he tried it, which is why he decided to plan it out which shocked Law even more.

And here he thought that Luffy didn’t go by plans.

Helping Luffy with this idea had began to make Law a bit sick to his stomach, but as an ally of Luffy and as someone whose basically indebted to him, did he really have a choice in the matter..?

“So, you want your girlfriend to be paralyzed?” Law tilts his head and quirks a brow as he stared down at Luffy’s now blank and monotone expression. His eyes gave off a sense of unease and he was surprised to find out that Luffy had acted like this whenever you weren’t around.

Luffy used to seem so happy so why did he look like this now? Did something happen? Did he just…snap?

Has he lost his fuckin’ mind?

Probably.

“Uh-huh. Ion want her resistin’ at all. Ya understand right, Torao?” Luffy asks, his eyes glaring up at Law’s with the darkest of intentions. Law shivers from his gaze and turns away from him before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of course I understand. Did you talk to her about this yet though?” Law asks tunring back to Luffy. Luffy smiles and shakes his head.

“It’s a lil’ surprise for her. I wouldn’ wanna spoil it, Torao.” Luffy snickers darkly, his hand scratching his head. Law walks away from him and point to him. “Wait there and don’t touch anything. I’ll get what you want. Did you need something else too?” Law asks. Luffy presses a few fingers to his chin before the realization kicks in his brain. “Ah yeah! Ya got sum’ that can make her feel good? Y’know, when m’fuckin’ her an’ all?” Luffy asks.

Law thinks to himself before signaling for Luffy to wait, his heels clacking with every step he took as he walked off into the darkness of his office.

Luffy sat there and waited, his head beginning to pound at he felt the blood beginning to rush throughout his body. How would you feel once he finally set this plan into motion? He just wanted to give you all of his love, but it had to be planned out thoroughly or it wouldn’t work.

The sound of Law’s heels makes Luffy sit his head up, Law walks over to Luffy and shows him two bottles.

“Oi, here. Give her one of each. Don’t cause her to overdose.” Law demands, handing him two bottles of medications. Luffy takes them and smiles widely, waving to Law before walking back to the door. “Thanks Torao. I appreciate ya!” He beams, waking before walking out of the door.

Law sighs and thinks to himself. He curses himself for helping Luffy with such a horrible idea, and he apologizes to you internally.

…

“Oi!~ Baby!~” Luffy bursts into the bedroom, smiling at you widely while you lie there against your pillow reading a book. “Hm? Yes Luffy my love?~” You hummed, smiling sweetly to the man as he walks over to you. “Ahhh ya still readin’ that book?” Luffy asks, quirking a brow to you. You nodded before folding the corner of the page in your book, making sure to mark your page before closing the book. “Well- not anymore love~” You giggled, looking over to him.

Luffy smiles before giving you a tight hig, his nose buried deep within’ your neck while he inhaled your scent. A yawn spills for your lips and Luffy perks up and looks into your sleepy eyes. “Aww ya sleepy baby?” He asked, tiling his head before sitting down onto the mattress. You rub you eyes and nodded, another yawn falling from your lips as you sat there sleepily.

“Mhm…I didn’t think reading that book would’ve make me sleepy…Can you go get me some water if you don’t mind Luffy?” You asked him, sitting up from your pillow. Luffy smiles and nodded his head. “Yeah I can~” He hums, standing up from the bed. “I hope you can, my clumsy baby~” You giggled to him.

Luffy walks out of the room and closes the bedroom door before walking into the kitchen. He slowly trails in and grabs a glass, filling the cup with tap water while he pulls out the two pill bottles in his pocket. He opens to bottles and puts one of each pill into the glass, a small smirk appearing across his face as he made sure to mix them in before taking the glass back to you.

“I gotcha water~ I didn’ break the glass this time either-“ He pouts, his eyes landing on you. You giggle and press a kiss to his lips before taking the glass from him. “Thank you baby~” You thanked him, smiling softly to him. He smiles and watches as you gulped down the water, his heart pounding again as he watched you drink the whole glass.

You yawn before laying down onto your pillow, mewling out softly as you got comfortable. Luffy crawls into bed and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him while you rest your head against his chest. “I love you~” Luffy whispers to you. He feels your lips curl up into a smile before you respond back to him. “I love you too baby.” You say softly before finally falling asleep.

Luffy stared at your frozen frame, just waiting patiently for the medicine to kick into your system before he acted. He watched as you breathed softly against him, your arms wrapping around him like a teddy bear.

…

“Wakey wakey baby gal~” Luffy whispers into your ear. You slowly open your eyes and see…nothing. You look around frantically and began breathing heavily as you began to panic.

You couldn’t move- YOU COULDN’T MOVE-

“A-Ahh-”

“Ya can’t move can ya? Good! M’glad it worked then! I still tied ya up just ta make sure though~”

You suddenly freeze at the sound of Luffy’s voice and your eyes widens through the blindfold. “Luffy? Luffy what’s going on? Why can’t I move!?” You asked, trying your hardest to at least move a finger but couldn’t. You hear Luffy snicker before feeling his hand slide along your bare tummy, his fingers trailing along your skin.

“Surprise! I couldn’t tell ya earlier silly~ I asked Torao to help me out with ya! He’s such a good friend and m’happy he understood how I felt ‘bout the idea~” He smiles down at you as if it wasn’t an issue, but you were personally bothered that Law could relate to him with this situation. “W-Well- Can you explain why I’m like this?-“ You asked, frozen and stiff on his bed. “Well, I ain’t wancha to move y’know? Plus ya look adorable like this~” Luffy whispers, pressing his lips against your tummy.

You mewl out suddenly from the sensitivity and your body unconsciously shivers against his lips. “Ahh good~ I see ya feel all hot and sensitive don’cha?” You feel his hands slide up from your stomach and up to your breasts while he continues to pepper smooches against your skin. A moan left your lips as you felt his knee slide between your legs, grinding up against your sticky slit while he massaged your breasts.

“Fuck ya so fuckin’ adorable~ Jus’ can’t get enough of ya sexy lil’ body~” He hums, his eyes eating you up and taking in your beautiful frame. How adorable you looked with that blindfold on your eyes, so vulnerable and you couldn’t even do anything to stop him. As much as that wasn’t an issue for yourself, you at least wished that he told you that he was planning this. “So cute…so cute…so fuckin’ cute aren’t ya?~” Luffy whispers into your ear before giggling.

“Mmgh! L-Luffy~” You gasped out as you felt his tongue run along your softening buds, his knee sliding up and down your pussy and practically grinding up against your pretty clit. “Hahhh so fuckin’ hot ain’t ya?~ Ya already makin’ my dick so hard~” Luffy huffs out, sliding his tongue along the valley of your breasts. You sigh out heavily before full on moaning from his touches. “L-Luffy~ T-That- MMGH-“ You gasp out as you felt Luffy beginning to rub your clit, a gasp spilling from your lips as you sat there and took his touch.

It felt so fucking good but…it felt a bit too good for you.

“L-Luffy~ Oh L-Luffy~” You moaned out his name and he couldn’t help but shiver at your sweet voice moaning out for him. “Y-Yeah, keep moanin’ out m’name like that~” Luffy demands, pulling away from your breasts. You mewled out softly and breathes heavily as your body grew hotter, your cunt pulsating heavily and just yearning some friction.

Luffy grips your thighs tightly, a gasp leaving you as it startled you. He spreads your thighs open and slides his tongue along your slit, making you moan and gasp out loudly. “Oh! O-Oh god- L-Luffy!~” You whine out, your brows furrowing as he slurped and suckled at your slit, his tongue slowly sliding into your entrance. You bit your bottom lip tightly as you felt yourself ready to cum, he’d only just started and you already felt the need to cum.

“L-Luffy!~ L-Luffy I’m close!-“ You gasp out to him, causing him to chuckle against your cunt. “Already baby? Well go on an’ squirt then, I ain’ stoppin’ ya~” He says to you, moaning as he pushed your legs up higher to get a better angle. “Mmgh! Ah! AH!~” You whine and gasped out as you squirt out onto Luffy’s tongue so suddenly, causing him to freeze and chuckle afterwards. You breathed heavily while Luffy’s hums at your sweet taste, suckling at your clit a bit more before pulling away.

“Ahhh, I see th’medicine’s gotcha real sensitive now, I ain’t even ate ya out for that long~” He giggled, sliding his finger along your slit. You jolt and whine out, wanting him to eat you out a bit more. You were surprised yourself when you noticed that you came way too quickly and it began to make you wonder what exactly did Luffy give you to make your body react this way.

Luffy sits up and hovers over your body, licking his lips as he looked down at your body.

“Here baby, ya gonna take m’dick in ya mouth like my good gal?~” Luffy asks, his hands finally pulling your blindfold from your eyes. You looked around and notice Luffy staring down at you darkly. Your body begins to tremble unconsciously while he stares into your eyes with a look of insanity.

His toothy grin was something you couldn’t bear seeing anymore and you honestly wished he’d kept the blindfold on you to prevent you from seeing the details of the insanity in his facial features. “Here~ Make sure ya enjoy it too~” He whisper to you, pressing his cock against your lips.

You couldn’t move your head away so you didn’t have much of a choice at all. You whimper out as he pushed his cock past you lips, going in deep inside of your mouth while a groan left his lips. “Ah~ F-Fuck yeah~” He mewls, feeling your tongue run along his shaft. You moan out as he took it slow for you, sliding his cock in and out of your throat with ease. He didn’t want to hurt you, at least not too bad.

He wanted you to enjoy it just as much as he did, and he hasn’t even told you his full intentions yet. You mewled out as you took his cock down your throat, a few gags leaving you as he took his time going deep down your throat. You breathe out heavily through your nose after every thrust of his hips, each thrust making your pussy throb and yearn for more.

“Ah! Ah fuck!~ Ya mouth feels s’fuckin’ good~” Luffy moans, his brows furrowing as he holds your head in place. He increases the speed of his thrusts, his hips practically bucking and grinding up against your face while you moaned out. “Ya throat’s sucking my dick in s’good, tighten up f’me~” He demands, heavy breaths falling after. Your moan out as you obeyed, causing him to gasp out suddenly.

“Yeah! Oh god yeah, jus’ like that!~” He gasps out, bucking his hips against your face even more. You felt his cock twitch against your throat and he began to grow a bit more vocal as he thrusted deep into your throat. “M-M’gonna cum!~ Fuck m’gonna fuckin’ cum!~” He groans out heavily and holds your head, whining out as he finally cums deep down your throat. You moan out as you swallowed his cum, the bitter taste making you wince a bit.

He finally removes his hips from your face, pulling his cock from your throat and finally allowing you to breathe. You take gasps of air and coughed a bit as you lay there breathing heavily. “Ya okay?” He asks you, tilting his head. You nodded and whimpered softly from the slight soreness, but he smiles and presses a smooch to your lips.

“Good gal…” He whispers to you. You whined as he presses smooches against your neck and jaw, smiling softly to you before he sits up.

“Here baby, lemme flip ya over.” He say with a smirk, finally setting his plan into motion. You whimper out as your ass was held up in the air, the slightest touch from Luffy’s fingers making you jolt and moan out suddenly against the mattress. Luffy smiles as he slides his bare cock against your slit, alerting you and causing you to suddenly try and move away from him. Luffy gives you a shocked look before huffing to himself. “Ahh? The medicine wore off…” Luffy says, a bit irritated that he was a bit too late.

He quickly grabs your hips and pulls your ass up against your cock, a while leaving you as you began to panic. “Sit still baby, otherwise I can’t go in.” He demands, looking down at you with a smile on his face. “Luffy- Luffy please tell me you’ll pull out…” You begged, looking up at him nervously. He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I will, I promise baby~” He lied, his hands holding your hips.

He slowly slides inside of you, making you mewl out softly while he begins to thrust deep into your cunt. You gasp out softly and arch your back, your mind being swallowed up by the pleasure. “Mmgh~ L-Luffy~” You moan out his name softly as his cock kisses your g-spot, making a smile spread across his face. “Wan’ me ta go harder?~” He asks, his face buried deep into your neck. You moan out but nodded, wanting him to go harder and faster into your cunt.

“Hmm? Was that a yes baby?~” Luffy asks teasingly. “Yes~ Oh fuck yes, please Luffy~” You moan out to him, tightening around his cock. Luffy snickers and begins to go a bit harder, fucking you as a better and deeper pace. You gasp out and you begin to moan out heavily, taking his cock deep in your pussy while you felt yourself growing closer to another yet another orgasm.

“Mmmh~ F-Fuck, Luffy m’gonna cum again!~” You gasped, your cunt sucking him in even more. Luffy groans out and smiles as he pulls your hips in closer to his. “Ya don’ gotta tell me baby just fuckin’ squirt on me~” He gasps, throwing his head back as your cunt clung to his thick length. “Mmgh~ F-Fuck Luffy!~” You whine, burying your face into your pillow.

Luffy begins to huff heavily, a groan leaving him as he feels himself growing closer to his orgasm. You feel his cock twitch within your walls and you unconsciously tighten around him. “I-I’m close~ I’m close baby~” Luffy groans, biting his lower lip.

Your head shoots up from your pillow and you struggled to move as he held on tight to your hips, keeping you in place.

“Pull out- Pull out Luffy!” You gasp, realizing that Luffy lied to you. He continues to fuck your cunt, ignoring your please and making you cry out while you struggled to pull away. “Luffy! Luffy no! PLEASE!” You yelled, struggling in your restraints. “M’gonna fill ya up!~ M’gonna fill ya up with m’babies ________!~” Luffy moans, his eyes rolling up as he reaches his peak of ecstasy. You whine out as he presses your head down into the pillows, muffling your whines and pleading while thrusts harder into you.

A moan leaves you as he kisses your cervix, making your walls tighten around his length. “Oh~ Ya like those hard thrusts baby?~ Ya wan’ me to fill ya up hmm?~” He asks, huffing heavily as he fucked you harder into the mattress. “N-No- F-Fuck!~ N-NO!~” Your eyes roll up and you moan out defeatedly as you squirt out into the sheets yet again, causing Luffy to laugh at you. “Ya came again~ My pretty baby’s so sensitive a-ain’t she?~” He huffs, unable to hold him felt back anymore.

“M-M’gonna! FUCK M’GONNA!~” He groans out loudly and lies up against your back, cumming deep into your cunt while you cry out in displeasure. Your tears began to soak the pillow as your heart breaks, upset that Luffy would do such a thing and lie to you in the process. He was still cumming inside of you, and you began to feel a bit full from his cock filling you up all nice and full.

“Cmon, sit up baby. I have a lot more loads to fills ya up~” He whispers to you, lifting your head up from your tear-soaked pillow. You whimper but he tried his best to soothe you, peppering sweet and loving kisses onto your sticky cheeks and lips.

“Here. Cmon and get up. Get up.” He demanded, making you sit from the bed. He pulls and tears the ropes from your wrists, allowing you to hold on to him while he picked you up from the bed. He grips your thighs tightly and pulls them up to his hips before sliding his cock back into your sticky cum-filled cunt. You moan out as he begins to fuck into you, his cock kissing your cervix while you moan out from the pleasure.

“Ya feel so good baby~” He whispers to you, a smile spreading across his face. You moan out as your nails claw at his back, your eyes rolling back once again while your toes begins to curl. “Mmgh!~ F-Fuck~” You gasp out, holding on to Luffy tightly. “Fuck it feels so good! It feels so fucking good~” You moan out softly, your legs wrapping tightly around his hips as he fucked your cunt. “Good! M’glad it does~ That means ya feel more good than I do~” Luffy whispers to you softly.

Your body shuddered against his as he fucks up into you, clouding your mind while your body suddenly began to crave for more of his seed. You whined out, cursing yourself and your body for wanting him to cum inside of you again. Luffy knew how you felt. He knew what that the aphrodisiac was causing you to feel that way, he knew you wanted more which is why he set this plan into motion anyways.

“Ya feelin’ okay baby?~ M’sorry I lied t’ya like that.” He apologized, his smile making you feel worse yet slightly better. You wince from the pleasure of his cock going deeper inside of you, unable to muster up any words to speak to him. “Ahh~ M-Mhhh~” You moan out and bite down hard on your bottom, moaning as you began to grow drunk on his cock. “M-M’gonna~ I-I’m gonna cum again!~” You gasp, arching your back one again as you eyes begin to roll to the back of your skull.

You gasp out heavily and hold Luffy tightly, your toes close to cramping as he fucked you hard in your pussy. “Cmon Cmon, squirt on me again baby~” He demands, aiming his cock higher and farther inside of you. “Mmmgh!~ F-Fuck! Fuck yes!~ Oh god!~” You gasp out, squirming in his arms as you squirt out into his tummy once again. He moans out and presses his chapped lips against yours, moaning out into your lips as he cums inside of your pussy once again.

He pushes you onto the bed, unable to stop thrusting deep into your cunt. Your pussy continues to suck him in, leaving him unable to pull away from you. Both of your bodies were sticky with sweat and your lower regions were stickier from your own cum. “L-Luffy~ M-Mhh!~ Luffyyyy~” You moan out Luffy’s name and pull him close making him smile as your mind grew more cloudy.

You both went through many rounds, with you endlessly begging and yearning for more of Luffy’s cum. He happily gave it to you and continuously gave it to you, filling your tummy up and breeding your tight pussy to his desire.

With his limitless stamina, you’d eventually grow drunk on his cock. Your mind with close to breaking and you couldn’t really do anything about it but beg him for more until eventually your pussy was satisfied and fully bred just for him.

Your voice had grown hoarse and your throat was very sore from moaning out repeatedly from Luffy’s cock fucking you hard and deep. The bed rocked with ferocity as he fucked your pussy hard, his heavy breaths blowing against your skin while the sound of the headboard hitting the wall was loud and echoing through your ears.

Tears were spilling down your face as you pleaded for more even if your body didn’t want more. “More! H-Harder!~ Fuck me harder Luffy!~” You gasped, your face all sticky with tears while Luffy held your legs open. Luffy smiles, barely phased after a good amount of rounds. “Ya wan’ me t’keep fillin’ ya up baby? Ya want more of daddy’s babies?~” Luffy asked, his hand cupping your face.

You shook your head, biting your lip tightly while he continued to thrust into you. “Yes, yes! I-I want your babies! I want your babies Luffy!~” You moan out, giving him more fresh scars onto his back. Luffy smiles widely before pressing a smooch to your lips. “I’ll keep fillin’ ya up until ya can’t hold anymore baby~ Ya gonna be such a cute momma~” He giggles, his hand waffling with yours.

You moan out at the thought and agreed with him, pulling him closer to your chest while he kept fucking you.

“Ya gonna look s’fuckin cute, my little mommy~ You and our babies together~”

Woo Jesus. I need Luffy to fuck me consensually. I don’t mind growing drunk on his dick.

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3 months ago

Self Restraint

summary: Zoro’s grown a bit too content in his life after beginning to date you… too lazy. After finding an interesting magazine, he finds the perfect way to train himself in self restraint… with your help.

cw: f!reader, established relationship, edging, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, uhhh nsfw if you couldn’t tell

a/n: if the tense keeps changing, no it doesnt

Zoro prided himself on being a man with little to no wants or needs. If he had food, a place to sleep, and of course, his swords, he could survive anyone and anything.

And then you came along and trampled his holy trinity into the ground beneath your pretty little shoe. As he spent more time with you, he found that he was *wanting*. Wanted to see your face. Wanted to hear your voice. Wanted to feel your body.

It’s only got worse when you had reciprocated his feelings on that fateful night on the Thousand Sunny. That night when he cradled you so close, his breath mingling with yours and those sweet, sweet, lips of yours crying his name.

That’s when those wants turned to needs. The gates of heaven had opened to him and he didn’t have it in himself to turn away.

He was becoming selfish, taking and taking and taking simply because he enjoyed it.

He found himself in your room when he could be training. Whispering sweet praises into your ears when he should have been meditating.

Roronoa Zoro was growing lazy and he didn’t like it one bit. His self control was slipping and it was all your fault. But he had absolutely no clue how to fix the mess he’d gotten himself into.

The idea only struck him when he had found himself rummaging through Sanji’s locker, in search of the sword polish he had been so sure that asshole had taken. In his search he accidentally stumbled upon a *certain* kind of magazine, certainly not the one delivered by the News Coo. The swordsman could only assume where the perv had gotten it from. Zoro shoved the magazine back where he found it… but not before ripping a page out and shoving it in his pocket.

It was about mid afternoon when Zoro stalked into your shared quarters and stripped until he was as naked as the day he was born. He cast his clothes to the floor and stared at you a scowl on his lips, as if expecting something. “Hey,” Zoro huffed, “Hey woman.”

You were reading, or maybe writing, Zoro was a bit too preoccupied to tell. His mind was thinking of the best way to propose the ludicrous idea that had been swimming in his head the past few nights.

You lazily glance up at Zoro, giving his toned body a quick once over, before turning back to your papers. “Mhm… you look very strong.” You hummed placatingly with a firm nod. You had seen Zoro naked enough times by now to no longer be fazed… too much. You’d grown use to him coming into your room and taking off his shirt, waiting for you to compliment his physique, or ask him how he had trained that day. It was a bit prideful, but you’d come to find it endearing, and frankly flattering that he wanted to hear praise from you. Many said that he was blunt it was a trait you loved about him-

“Tch. I need you to jerk me off.” The swordsman made a vague motion with his hand before stooping down to dig around in his pockets before producing a paper, it’s torn and crumpled. Zoro thrust it out awkwardly, waving it around as he waited for you to take it.

Now *that* caught your attention. You blink once, then twice. You drop your book and look at him with raised eyebrows. Your boyfriend wasn’t one to blush, he was no prude, and he knows what he wants, but your eyes land on his ears, where the tips are just the slightest bit pink. Cute. Crawling towards the end of the bed and snatching the waving paper from his hand, your lip twitches in amusement.

In big red letter it reads, ‘Train Your Pup’ and below it is a pornographic photo of a man and woman on a bed, the man with tears in his eyes as the woman had her hand wrapped around his almost inhumanly large cock. The man had obviously cum multiple times, his entire body flushed as the woman sat behind him, her chin resting on his shoulder while her pretty manicured nails grasp the man’s flushed and abused length. You weren’t one to judge, but this picture was rather extreme; nipple clamps, handcuffs… and was that a whip in the corner?

You try to stifle your laughter as you look back up to Zoro, his expression entirely serious as he nodded his head to you. “I won’t cum.” He says firmly, his hands balled into fists, “But you need to try your best to make me.”

“…Edging.” You supplied.

“Sure.” Zoro snatched the paper from your hands and pointed at the man, “And I won’t cry like this fool either. If I ever cry during sex or otherwise, I want you to stab me through the heart.”

You blink up at him, what was this about, and how did he find an erotic magazine. He wouldn’t…

“You’re not Sanji right? Did you guys switch bodies or something?”

Zoro’s face sours as if he had just sucked on a lemon and you wave a hand at him, “Sorry, forget I asked. This just isn’t very… I don’t know… you.”

“It’s training, woman.” Zoro crumples the page into a ball and tosses it into a random corner. “You’ve made me lazy and content, this is your fault.”

You were completely and utterly confused, but if this was what Zoro wants… you weren’t going to deny him.

—

That’s how you end up with your back against the headboard with Zoro practically in your lap. Your legs resting on top of his as if to keep his thighs parted. You try to replicate the position of the woman in the photo, but Zoros’ shoulders are a bit too broad and he has to slump slightly to let you see what you’re doing.

He’s only half hard and your hand absentmindedly strokes up and down to get him fully erect. It was training after all, Zoro wasn’t exactly preoccupied with sex. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, looking at his face in an attempt to get a glimpse of what he’s thinking. But he simply watches your hand, as if mesmerized by the way your thumb slides against his tip, making his breath catch just slightly. Your hand looks small compared to his cock, your thumb and middle finger just barely able to wrap around his base.

Zoro loved watching your hand work, the way your hand would slide down to cup his balls while the other eased precum out of his steadily throbbing cock. He blinked and suddenly he was fully erect, his tip brushing against his abdomen. Damn, that was fast.

“We should think of a safe word.” Your words lull against Zoro’s ear and he is paying just enough attention to furrow his brow in confusion.

“Hell’s that?” He gruffs, shifting his hips and parting his thighs more to give you better access, your nails run along Zoro’s length and he clicks his tongue.

“You’re dense, y’know that? It’s for if it becomes too much, you say the word and I stop.”

“I won’t need that. I’ve grown lazy but I still have some self control.”

“Zoro.”

“Seriously, woman, I don’t need it.”

“Zoro.”

“Gah, fine.” Zoro’s face turns into an annoyed scowl, you had pulled your hand away when he had begun to argue with you and he didn’t like it. His thighs twitched. “Pick a word then, I don’t care.”

“Bumblebee.” Zoro can feel your amused smile against his back and he groans quietly, muttering about how stupid this was it is and how he didn’t need a damn safe word.

As you begin to stroke Zoro’s cock at a relatively controlled pace, your hand starting at the base before sliding up with a loud *schlick*, you’d spend a few moments taking care of his tip before grasping firmly and tugging back down.

Zoro grits his teeth and looks to the ceiling, his fingers twitching. “Today, we’ll only do 40 minutes-“

Your hand pauses and you pull back slightly, “40 minutes? You’re joking, my wrist will get tired.”

“Then use your mouth.”

—

Zoro tries to meditate at first, keep the feeling of pleasure at bay. But he wasn’t used to trying to deny an orgasm before. For Zoro, an orgasm wasn’t a prolonged event, he would spend a few minutes feeling fucking great and then he would move on with his life. Before you, self pleasure was nothing but merely rubbing a quick one out in the shower, or lying in bed and tugging at his cock as if trying to rip it off. And once he met you, not much changed, except for the fact that he had someone to picture when he would touch himself.

Zoro found that he cared much more for your pleasure, the feeling of himself orgasming was simply an added bonus.

Of course, Zoro liked fucking. He loved it, really. The way it felt, the intimacy, the control. But what he liked even more was *you* being fucked.

Zoro felt much better about himself when he was making you twitch and gasp as his tongue swirled your clit. His dick never felt better than when you were begging him to fuck you with it. His voice never sounded more attractive than when he was whispering soft praises in your ears. It almost felt like a sin to prioritize his pleasure over your own.

On the rare occasion that Zoro would let you suck him off, he enjoyed it, sure, but he’d much rather have you ride his face. He didn’t like the idea of him being the only one being pleasured, it made him feel almost… humiliated. Despite how much you would reassure him that making him feel good made you feel good, it always left a strange feeling in his stomach.

So yeah… this was a new experience for him to simply sit there… and take it. Is this how you always felt when he takes care of you?

His abdomen spasms as your hand speeds up and he curses quietly, torn from his thoughts. “Other hand… use it…” He pants softly, his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh as he licks his lips.

Zoro shuts his eyes again, steadying his breath as your hands work skillfully. He runs through the steps of how to clean a sword. He imagines training with his sword. Imagines the basics of wielding a sword.

Swing, step through.

Swing, step-

Fuck, you smell good.

Your lips latch onto his neck and startles him from the half meditative state he had managed to pull himself into. Zoro grunts, his hips bucking and his lips pursing.

His cock aches, he’s close.

Soft grunts and huffs spill past his lips and he slips a hand behind himself, wedging his fingers between your navel and his back. He shimmy’s his digits past your shorts and tugs on the hood of your clit. But instead of stimulating the small bud as you were expecting, he pushes past and slides his finger along your slit. He listens to the soft keen that escapes your lips and he nearly cums right then and there. He jerks against your hold, sitting up straighter as that soft sound of pleasure echos in his mind. He tugs his hand out of your shorts as if he had been burned, his fingers were soaked, just from that one swipe.

He thought that maybe he could finger you in an attempt to distract himself. Usually he could go hours just from simply playing with your pussy, watching it weep and tense with the smallest movement of his finger. It was almost therapeutic for him to sit you down in his lap after a long training session and toy with your pretty puffy pussy until you yelled at him, your face as pink as your folds as you berated him for teasing you.

But toying with you would decidedly not work in his favor today, he was already sensitive enough, and even the memory of your flushed face made his eyes widen in panic as he realized he was about to cum.

He tugs his hand out of your shorts as if he had been burned, his fingers were soaked, just from that one swipe. He glances at you from over his shoulder and groans at the sight of your sheepish smile.

Fuck, you were so wet.

Fuck… he wants to cum.

But training…

Zoro suddenly jerks and swats at your thigh, surely leaving a red mark, “Hey- shit… Hey!” He barks and you seem to get the message, your hands slowing to a stop, only your thumb stroking back and forth.

The pirate hunter furrowed his brow as the feeling of his orgasm withdrew. It felt… frustrating. And he felt angry.

Raking a hand through his wet hair- when had he grown so sweaty?- and taking a few steadying breaths. He nodded at you, “Alright… go again.”

You seem to hesitate for a moment, “Remember the safe word?” You gain a sour look in response.

Your hands begin their pace again, your soft skin working up and down his throbbing cock. The room is filled with wet *shlicks* and muffled grunts and groans escaping from Zoro’s lips.

This time, it felt as though the orgasm came on faster, trying to take him by surprise. Zoro doesn’t even recognize he’s about to cum at first, but you do. Because you’ve always paid close attention to him.

Your hands slow, but just barely, “Zoro… hey, focus.” You encourage softly. Sure, you didn’t quite understand why this supposed ‘training’ was so necessary. But if it was important to Zoro, then it was important to you.

Zoro grits his teeth, one hand fisting the mattress while the other grabs at your thigh, his large fingers digging and massaging as his hips bucking up against you. He hisses, his eyes squeezed tight.

Swing, step through

swing,stepthroughswing,stepthroughswing,stepthrough

His body shudders and he peers his eyes open, forcing his vision to focus until they landed on the stupid black cat clock that you loved so much. The tail waving back and forth, as if taunting him.

Zoro stares at the numbers and blinks.

And blinks again.

And maybe he even blinked a third time

It’d only been 12 minutes.

12 goddamn minutes that had stretched into an eternity yet compressed into no time at all.

40 minutes… perhaps Zoro was a bit overconfident.

“That clock’s not right…” Zoro accuses, his breath ragged and a shuddering groan escaping his lips.

“Hm? Yes it is.”

“Oh, fuck me…”

—

It was minute 23 when the world renowned pirate hunter, master of the three sword style, right hand man of the straw hat pirates, Roronoa Zoro broke.

Well… in his eyes, and maybe yours too.

It was minute 17 when he had his first orgasm, there was quite a lot of cum, more than normal for him. His entire body had felt as though it were alight as you whispered soft words in his ears. Zoro had no fucking clue what you said to him.

Roronoa Zoro had failed, but perhaps he could still salvage this. When you moved to pull away, he grit his teeth and shook his head. He didn’t trust himself to speak,

but he needed you to keep going. He failed a rep but he would still finish this damn workout.

Since then he’s been a mess, his body shiny with sweat. His muscles jumping from the barest brush of your arm. Zoro’s cock aches, a dull throb that echoed through his body with each movement of your hand.

You were also growing bolder. You seemed to like seeing Zoro like this. Evil woman.

“You look like a watermelon, Zoro.” You giggle, nibbling on his blushing ear and making a hot spurge of cum erupt from Zoro’s flushed cock. Damn, he really was no better than the man from the magazine.

You press a kiss to his flushed cheek, you don’t think you’ve ever seen your boyfriend as flushed as he is right now. You press your temple to his green locks, your hand is covered, and the sheets are ruined.

“God- Fuckin-“ Zoro’s hips buck so aggressively that he nearly sends you tumbling off the bed.

Your hand subconsciously tightens around his shaft as you steady yourself. And you hear a sound that you don’t think has ever escaped your boyfriend’s lips before.

A quiet, shuddering whine.

He pauses, and you pause as well. He slowly looks over his shoulder and give you an unamused look, but it doesn’t quite give the intended effect with his flushed, sweaty face and the drool that had begun to collect at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t even- mph…” Zoro is cut off as he catches that evil glint in your eyes right before you begin to stroke him once again… hard. Your hand feels as though it’s choking his cock, cum collecting on your fingers and dribbling down your wrist. You move at a pace that shouldn’t be allowed and Zoro feels as though he’s transcended heaven into a realm where he couldn’t tell if he was feeling pleasure or pain.

You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen Zoro so vocal. But you find it’s one of the best things you’ve ever seen or heard. Sounds escape his lips that sound straight out of a porno.

Zoro never strayed from grunts and groans when he had sex, you were blessed with the occasional moan or shuddering breath every once in a while. But never before had you heard these… whines and whimpers.

He bucks and groans beneath your diligent hand. His eyes rolling back and his bottom lip ground down to raw flesh.

You glance at the clock, only a few minutes left. You almost feel bad for the guy, the way his entire body twitches as thin, watery cum dribbles down his cock to join the puddle on his stomach.

“Only three more minutes, Zoro, you’re doing so good, yeah?” You try to encourage him, but the sound of your voice seems to make his sounds of pleasure louder.

“Fuck… y/n… stop talking… you’re gonna make me-“

Zoro’s head lolls to the side to look at you and his face softens at the sight of your encouraging smile. His mouth that had been twisted into a sneer slowly relaxed and he caught your lips. His mouth was clumsy, his mind in some far off place, but you didn’t mind. If anything, it made your heart beat faster.

—

“Should I make you cum one more time or-“

“Fuck no.” Zoro hisses as your hand pulls away from his red, twitching cock. He glares down at his twitching thighs and clicks his tongue, trying to get his breathing under control. His body was nothing but a damn traitor.

You giggle, Zoro slumps back against you and can feel your back digging into the headboard. Zoro peers up at you between squinted eyes, his lips shiny with his saliva. He narrows his gaze, “That was humiliating.”

“You asked for it. And I told you that forty minutes is insane.” You rest your hands on your thighs, leaning forward to hover over Zoro, your stupid, pretty, grin filling his vision.

“I need to train this. We need to do it again… tomorrow.”

You stare at Zoro’s completely serious face,

not a hint of teasing, but then your eyes slide to his ears that have somehow grown a shade darker, “Nuh uh… you liked it, didn’t you?”

Zoro glares at you but doesn’t argue, and you huff out a laugh. Zoro would never lie to you. The swordsman groans and twists in your lap until he’s lying on his stomach, he shimmy’s down until he’s able to rest his chin on your thigh. A soft, content hum escapes his lips. Zoro grins at the sight of you licking your lips and the way your breath shudders.

You know what? He deserves a reward for training so hard today.

“You’re still wet, yeah? Wanna say thank you.”

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1 week ago

Not that kind of guy.

This is a oneshot

Jealous!Zoro x F!Reader (Pre-established relationship)

Genre [fluff, Romance, slice of life with cannon-verse context. Jealousy, self-consciousness]

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader.

[Warnings: none]

A midday nap on the deck in which your moss haired boyfriend couldn’t help but eavesdrop on your “ Girl Talk” with Robin & Nami.

It started harmlessly enough.

You were helping Robin and Nami fold laundry on the deck while Zoro napped nearby. The sun was warm, the ocean calm, and the wind carried lazy conversation across the ship.

“I mean, I used to dream about a guy who could write poetry,” Nami said with a laugh, folding a towel. “Someone smart, mysterious, charming.”

Robin nodded thoughtfully. “A gentleman. Tall, elegant. Maybe someone who brings you flowers.”

“Exactly! The kind who dances at galas, gives surprise gifts, knows how to talk sweet…”

You smiled softly, hugging a fresh shirt to your chest. “That sounds lovely.”

Unbeknownst to the three of you, Zoro was not actually asleep.

He’d cracked one eye open just enough to catch the words charming, sweet-talking, and gives flowers—and then you saying “That sounds lovely.”

He didn’t stir.

But he definitely heard.

⸻

Later, he was quieter than usual. He trained harder, longer. You found him by the mast that evening, sword drawn but unmoving, his eyes fixed on the sky with a frown on his face.

You approached, the hem of your loose shirt swaying with the breeze.

“Zoro?”

He glanced at you and went back to wiping down Wado.

“You okay?”

“Fine.”

You stepped closer, picking up the cloth he wasn’t really using. “You’re not.”

He paused. “Just tired.”

“…Is it because of what Nami and Robin were saying earlier?”

Zoro blinked. His grip tightened slightly.

“Thought you liked that kind of guy,” he muttered. “Charming. Pretty words. Surprise gifts. That’s… not me.”

Your heart softened painfully.

You stepped in front of him, taking the cloth from his hand and setting it aside.

“I said it sounded lovely, Zoro. Not me.”

His brows drew together. He wasn’t mad—just distant. Hurt. That quiet kind of hurt he didn’t know how to express.

You reached for his hand.

“I never wanted someone who dances at balls or writes poetry,” you said gently. “I wanted someone who protects the people he loves without hesitation. Someone strong, steady—even if he’s quiet. Someone I can trust.”

You leaned your head against his chest.

“I wanted you.”

Zoro stood frozen for a moment. Then you felt his arms wrap around you, slow and hesitant at first—but tightening.

“…I don’t say the right things,” he murmured into your hair. “I never know what you need to hear.”

“You don’t have to,” you whispered. “You show me every day. That’s enough.”

He held you closer, resting his chin on your head.

“…Would it kill you to want a guy who talks less and lifts heavy things?”

You giggled into his chest. “I think I already have him.”

He exhaled something like a laugh, then mumbled, “Good.”

After a moment of silence, you peeked up at him. “But… if you ever brought me a flower, I wouldn’t hate it.”

He gave you a suspicious look.

“…Don’t push your luck.”

And you didn’t, you never pushed expectations onto the swordsman since the start of your relationship. But he always seemed to surprise you from holding a soft spot deep down for you.

The island air was heavy with heat and the scent of wild fruit, the thick green jungle humming with cicadas and bird calls. The Sunny had docked off the shore of a bright tropical cove, the water so clear it shimmered like polished glass.

You’d had to shed your usual layers—the thick clothing of your shirts was too much in the heat. Instead, you wore a soft pink bikini set, the top trimmed with gentle frills, a gauzy wrap fluttering at your hips, barely covered by the denim shorts you bought a few weeks ago.

The others had gone exploring. You had too—until you realized something was missing.

Zoro.

You hadn’t seen him since disembarking. You asked Luffy (who was chasing a parrot), Sanji (who was too distracted by your outfit to be helpful), and even Brook (who offered to help you search “spiritually”).

No luck.

Eventually, you gave up, returning to the quiet stretch of beach near the ship, your bare feet curling into warm sand as you gazed at the waves.

The sun was starting to dip behind the cliffs when you felt it:

A strong, familiar arm wrapping around your waist, grounding you instantly.

You didn’t even jump.

His other hand came into view, calloused fingers holding something delicate and unexpected.

A single water lily.

Large, white, with a faint pink center—its petals soft and open like a sunrise.

You blinked in surprise, turning your head slightly.

“…You disappeared,” you whispered.

Zoro stood behind you, chin resting lightly against your shoulder.

“I was looking for this,” he said quietly.

Your eyes widened. “For me?”

“Tch.” He shifted slightly, but his arm didn’t move from your waist. “You said once you wouldn’t hate it if I brought you a flower.”

You blinked. “You remembered that?”

“I remember everything you say,” he muttered, then cleared his throat like he regretted admitting it.

He held the water lily out to you—awkwardly, like it might explode—but his grip was steady.

“I don’t dance,” he said. “I don’t do sweet talk. But I saw this, and I thought of you. Soft. Pink. Floating, but not fragile. Strong enough to grow out of still water.”

Your throat tightened.

You took the flower gently, cradling it against your chest. “It’s beautiful.”

He stepped in front of you now, facing you fully. His eyes dropped down to your pink bikini for the first time—he stared just a beat too long before coughing and looking away.

“…You look good,” he muttered.

Your cheeks flushed with heat taking in his own appearance. “So do you.”

He was shirtless—swords still at his side, muscles cut by golden light, hair messy from the wind. He looked like something out of a story: a storm made man.

You stepped forward, placing the lily gently in his hand and guiding it to rest above your ear.

“Now I’m yours,” you said softly. “Everyone will know.”

Zoro watched you for a moment. Then he reached for your waist again, pulling you against him with no hesitation this time.

“They already know,” he murmured, just before pressing his lips to yours.

The waves washed over your ankles as the sun dipped lower, casting the two of you in gold.

And Zoro—quiet, rough-edged Zoro—stood there with his hand on your waist, a flower behind your ear, and a look in his eyes that said:

You were always the one.

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1 year ago

In the One Piece fanfic space, Luffy is either completely Asexual never having the thought of sex before. Or a sex manic with a sex drive of ‘I need to cum every 30 minutes’. There’s no in between.

🔞 Drabble;

While I see the argument for both sides, I’m on the sex manic side because imagine how goofy sex with him would be. You’ll end up laughing and cumming at the same time. And I just find it really funny to imagine him begging for pussy.

“Please! Please! Please! I’m horny again Y/N!”

“We just had sex 18 minutes ago!”

He will actually start sobbing, banging his fist on the floor, and screaming for your body. He has no shame and doesn’t care who’s around to see his pussy tantrum. Once you finally give in his face lights up like an excited puppy. He claps his hands and gives a little “Yahoo!” Before slinging you over his shoulders, throwing you on the bed and mounting you in a heart beat. You don’t know how or when he had taken off your clothes; they seemed to just disintegrate once he threw you on the bed.

And when you two are having sex, EVERYONE KNOWS. This man is wild in the sheets, the head board is banging against the wall rapidly, the creaks and cries coming from the bed frame, His own sounds covering the whole entire room. He doesn’t know his own strength and his mind kind of goes blank, thrusting and feeling good is the only thing on his mind. Which has resulted in your bed frame breaking more then once.

You vaguely remember a time where he was focused so much on cumming that he didn’t even notice his rapid movements had caused the wooden planks of the boat to collapse and fall down to the third floor scaring Usopp half to death. (You passed out a long time ago or else you would have been screaming too) Once he finally came he just looked around blankly like “Oh hey Usopp! How’d we get down here?” With an innocent smile as if he didn’t just blow your back completely out.

My good god. I can’t. He’s just too goofy to take seriously. I’m on the sex manic Luffy side, it’s too funny to not think about.

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1 year ago

THIS IS SO PERFECT, ZOROS EARRINGS TOO <3

bug boy

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1 year ago

“We should get married.”

The question in and of itself is a strange one, made more so for the fact that it’s coming from Zoro of all people – and the fact that he’s asking you in the middle of a fight. Your back is pressed against his, the heat of his skin seeping into your clothes – and you wonder if he’s gotten hit in the head too many times. Or thrown through too many things – too much of something.

“Are you seriously saying that right now?” Your tone is incredulous as you swing your weapon, scowling as you watch another enemy drop with a cry and a splatter of blood. “We’re a little busy right now, aren’t we?”

Zoro grins, expression manic with the deepened shadows of his face from his bandana, adjusting to place the hilt of Wadou Ichimonji in his mouth. “Is that a yes?”

You have the brief moment of considering knocking Zoro out for your opponent – clearly his daily naps out in the sun have baked his brain more than you previously thought. “No!”

–

The question doesn’t turn out to be borne from a brain-based injury flaring up, because Zoro doesn’t let the subject go. He bides his time, waiting about two weeks from when he first asked before he tries again.

This time, the stars are a witness to his buffoonery – now fueled by the bottles of sake he seems to have squirreled away everywhere on the Thousand Sunny. You watch as he tips the bottle to his lips, the brief shimmer of liquid that beads at his lips before it disappears as he swallows.

“We should get married,” he says, and this time, you scoff. It isn’t one of disdain, rather of amusement as you wait for the alcohol induced flush to rise to his cheeks. “‘m serious, you know.”

“No,” you counter softly as you scoot closer to him, reaching up to wipe a drop of sake from the corner of his lips and bring it to your own for a taste. As ever, his own choices in alcohol seem to be tailored for him and him alone – sake still isn’t your thing. “You’re drunk.”

Zoro hums, eye flicking from the night sky above to you. “Is that a yes?”

You press your lips to his warm cheek. “Ask me again when you’re sober.”

–

The third time that he asks, he’s waited so long that you’ve almost forgotten that he ever asked in the first place. After all, Roronoa Zoro has never seemed like someone interested in the intimate entanglement of marriage – you have absolutely no clue what has possessed him to suddenly ask you with this kind of tenacity.

“We should get married,” he says, and you resist the urge to sigh as you stare at him, his head pillowed against your thigh. Below the shade of Nami’s tangerine trees, you can hear Luffy’s bright laughter intermingled with Usopp and Franky’s.

This time you aren’t in the middle of a fight, nor is he drunk. This time, you take a moment to study his face, the dapple of sunlight through waxy green leaves, the scent of citrus in the air. You love him, you’re sure of that – as sure as you’ve been of anything in your life.

“We’re pirates,” you answer, tapping your fingers against his cheek in an echoed rhythm of one of Brooke’s songs from the night before. “Pirates don’t get married.”

“Sure they do.” He’s watching you now, with the kind of intensity he usually only reserves for battle, and you look away. “Captains can officiate marriages. I asked Robin about it.”

You blink and let your attention shift to Luffy for a minute – you love your captain, you do. But the idea of him being serious about much of anything beyond what matters to him (food, his crew’s safety, finding the One Piece – in that order) makes you giggle. You can’t imagine him officiating something like a marriage.

“What if I want a ceremony?” Your fingers find his cropped green hair, stroking gently across his scalp. “Those are expensive.”

He shrugs. “We’d find a way. I’m sure Nami would help.”

Your lips curve in an amused smile for a moment before it dims at the edges. “It’d be dangerous,” you point out, and he answers with a short bark of laughter.

“Not any more than shit we’ve already faced.”

“Rings?”

“We don’t need that fancy stuff.”

Your smile fades completely, hand stilling in his hair. “Why do you think we should get married?”

There must be an edge to your tone now, because Zoro refocuses on you, all signs of mirth gone. “Because we love each other, right? Sounds like the next logical step.”

Your gaze hardens. “So you’re asking because you think we should? Or because you want to marry me?” He sits up, and you get to your feet.

“Is that a no?” he asks, and you pause.

“Ask me again when you figure things out, Zoro.”

–

“Marry me.”

This time, his voice is quiet. Soft and vulnerable – for the late hour or the intimacy of his bare skin against yours, you aren’t sure. His hand drifts up and down your back, counting the bumps of your spine over and over.

You shift against him, face nestled to rest against his chest. “Zoro–”

“I’ve thought about it,” he cuts you off. “So just be quiet and listen, okay?” You don’t say a word, waiting for him to continue on his own. “I don’t want to marry you just because I think that I should, I want us to get married because you...you mean a lot to me. You’re important to me, and I –” He pauses, struggling. This kind of thing is not Zoro’s forte, you both know that – but after a moment, he resumes. “I don’t see myself being like this with anyone but you. I don’t want to be like this with anyone but you. Just want you.” A moment of silence, hearts beating in tandem.

You move, adjusting enough that you can look at him properly, the gleam of moonlight against his face. And you kiss him. Slow and sweet, eyes sliding shut as you linger for as long as you can before you pull away.

“Marry me,” he repeats.

This time, you don’t squawk at him like he’s crazy. You don’t accuse him of being drunk, don’t deflect him for fear that he’s doing it because he thinks he should, not that he wants to. This time, you smile.

“Yes,” you answer. “I’ll marry you.”

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1 year ago

can i request some slutty luffy? just fuck me up fam ☠️

AHH i think this is so beautiful and one of my fav smuts i’ve written!!! :’)

hunger - luffy x f!reader

Can I Request Some Slutty Luffy? Just Fuck Me Up Fam ☠️

smut

summary: luffy gets incredibly horny, and he’s confusing lust with hunger

contains: mating press, praise, marking (reader receiving)

words: 2.4k

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Luffy’s alone. He thinks, right now, of touch. And his body is sweaty from the day and from his yearning mind, he’s shirtless because an hour ago he lit on fire beneath his skin, he’s been simmering ever since, and it’s healed, somehow, by touch. So his fingers dig into the grooves of his abs, he likes to feel them flex and shift as he traces every corner, mouth open, drooling onto the glass of the porthole. He left his bed an hour ago when he lit on fire beneath his skin. His blanket became too hot, his mind too full to fall asleep. He’s thinking about food now, juicy fruits that drip down his throat, melted cheese, the greasy, fatty pieces of steak that slide so slowly along his tongue.

He rubs his stomach because he’s hungry, that’s it. There’s a burning within him, starvation but if it was beautiful. He needs food right now but he knows, somehow, that food won’t do anything for him, not really. And if he rubs his stomach because he’s hungry then why does his hand go lower, down beneath his waistline, tugging at the hair down there because, why? Why does this feel good? Why is he moaning, little whimpers that fog the glass, what does he need? He thinks of touch. Skin on skin. That’s it, skin on skin.

You’re probably alone. Moonbeams sail one by one from the east with the wind and blackening sky as the sunset turns lilac, fading, gold waves turning silver, copper. Translucent silk the color of the sunset hangs from your shoulders, a slip so loose it barely covers your chest. It isn’t cold tonight and you’re not tired. You saw dolphins this evening and you wonder if you can see them again before the water disappears in the night. Everyone else is already asleep. You hope that when you’re tired you can find Luffy, who’s probably asleep, and curl up with him as everything drifts away.

But as the ocean laps at the ship and you’re calmed by the gentle rocking you feel, suddenly, arms from behind. Arms that run over yours, hands massaging your wrists up to your shoulders. A distinct smell, the feeling of hot rubber, this is Luffy and he’s so, so warm. And his breathing is so heavy in your ear. He places his chin on your shoulder and it’s covered in drool, he begins to slowly lick your neck as he pulls you closer. You haven’t even said hi before he has you in his lap, squeezing your waist from behind. His licks turn to kisses, and then to bites, all over your upper back and then a wet, raw trail up to your jaw. He’s groaning with want, no words yet, he has too many things he wants to say.

“Hi Luffy,” you murmur with a little smile, reaching back to pet his face which is burning up and flushed. His tongue laps your cheek, he’s an excited puppy, you feel his teeth now so you ask gently, “what’s up?”

“Gonna eat you,” he says in a quiet, gravely voice, right into your ear. He whines after this in desire, in hunger, he’s lustful and desperate.

“Yeah?” You lean back against him. His arms are so tight, he’s trying to wrap you up and crush you like a python. And you can feel his heartbeat race in every muscle.

“Mh, ‘cause you’re real pretty. And I’m hungry so I’m gonna eat you.” He’s almost trying to take a bite out of your neck now, his teeth are sharp but his tongue is soothing, he moans because he likes the flavor. “Real pretty…” he hisses again beneath his breath.

You turn so you’re facing him. He needs a kiss right now and he doesn’t hesitate to grab your face and dive in, writhing tongue slipping greedily between your lips. And there’s a gentleness here too, his hand moves to the back of your head, stroking your hair adoringly. He isn’t going to hurt you he just needs you so, so bad and he doesn’t really know how or why or what he should say.

“God, Luffy.” You’re quiet, muffled by his mouth. And just hearing your voice again clouds his mind.

“Love ya, love ya so much,” he says in between moans and kisses. His nails scrape at your chest, delighted by softness, something to grab onto, more to squeeze. “I wanna play, please can we play?”

Trying to get on top of you he’s leaning over you and pulled by instinct, he wants you straddling him but he wants to be on top at the same time. He’s just a tangle of limbs right now, saliva dripping messily onto your neck.

“Of course I’ll play with you.” You’re blushing, eyes closing but he’s squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him, huge sparkling eyes as deep as the Mariana look down on you.

Luffy begins to laugh. Just a breathy giggle at first, blowing air between his teeth in a little joyful hiss. And then his mouth opens, he laughs more, louder, that’s what he does when he’s excited and when he knows he’s about to get something that he wants so, so bad. And then it fades to giggles again, and he stills for a moment, no movement except his chest. Rise and fall, rise and fall. He’s just looking at you.

And then he licks his lips. He dives in.

You make a small sound, surprised and unable to react in time, as Luffy plants his feet firmly on the deck, your thighs slamming his stomach as your legs are thrown over his shoulders. And you’re bent, folding tighter and tighter as Luffy crouches over you. His arms encircle your legs and your back and your waist and constrict again, his legs are spread and ready, twitching, hips pressing yours. He’s forgetting, probably, that you aren’t as flexible as he is.

“This is good, Lu, this right here,” you manage to choke out because you often have to remind him what your body can and can’t take.

He mumbles a little apology and does a once over with his eyes, he wants to make sure that you aren’t hurt but, at the same time, he’s letting his gaze linger on your body, on the silk slip that’s fallen as your waist curls upwards and your breasts are bare now, so delicious, he’s drooling again. You’re tasty, you’re his.

This must take so much strength, the way he’s perched on his toes over your body, his thigh muscles clench and ripple against yours. Shared sweat, shared warmth. His balance is perfect even as he reaches for your chest, rubbing, holding, kissing, now he’s kissing your lips, now your neck. He doesn’t want this ever to be over.

And he says, “I love ya so much.” That’s the third time he’s said it.

“I love you too,” you say with such joy even as you’re breathless still, but before you can finish he’s pressing his mouth to yours hungrily. You said you loved him and he wants to taste it — the flavor of those words — it’s all-consuming.

“Tastes so good, mmh,” Luffy gasps as he takes you into this hot, wet kiss, “can’t wait, wanna play now.”

You’re not sure how he did it from this position, but his pants are off, kicked to the side. His cock is aching and leaking already and smoldering against your stomach, you can see it from here, throbbing and waiting, skin so smooth and thin and perfect like auburn moth wings over red-hot iron.

His chest crashes against yours in a tidal wave now because this new vulnerability makes him want to be closer. Now you can’t see it anymore but god, it’s so hard it feels like he’s denting you, so long and thick like a python, he’s still holding you, and squeezing more and more. Like a python.

With so much pressure he wraps his hands around lower, lower, snapping your panties, thrusting against your stomach in a way that shakes your body but he’s got you. You’re in his arms.

Begging eyes so close to yours, mouth on your lips and cheek, breathing so fast and so warm and he whispers, “can I?” And it’s so scratchy and kind and needy so deep in his throat.

So you pull his hair, you kiss him, yes.

Rolling back on his heels he finds his way, sloppy thrusts that don’t quite make it but god when they do, he isn’t going all the way even though his every nerve craves you but you’re his baby and he can’t hurt you.

Thick tip so soft and gentle, butterfly wings and flowers, impossibly hard and aching in heartbeat rhythms against your clit, moving you with every pulse, searching and desperate like a moth to a flame he finds you.

Shivers that make you clench your legs against his shoulders as he rubs and rubs back and forth and hugs your body and bites your cheek and murmurs, “that feel good? Ya like that?” with such curiosity like he really wants to know, he wants an answer.

“Perfect, so perfect. Please, I need you.” Words in his ear like shooting stars lighting up his body like the darkening sky. He’s made of ochre sunbeams.

He smiles and laughs and with another quick kiss he’s finding you more. Muscles flex and as he leans forward onto you he’s there, right there. He starts to moan loudly and whisper about how happy he is but it’s Luffy so it’s not a whisper, really. He’s not even inside you yet. He’s just so, so excited.

“Feels so good, so good. C’mere,” he giggles against you happily and makes sure he holds you as he’s pushing into your body, you’re filled in an instant and more and more every second.

Amid the panting and moaning you can almost hear that heartbeat and those pulsing veins buried in you. You’re dented again but from the inside now. With a little mh, Luffy finds his home so, so deep. You’re in a cocoon of warmth, wrapped in the sun, filled by the sun, melting.

“My girl’s so pretty, gotta bite, gonna bite.” Those teeth again and their practiced, hungry chewing. He swallows on instinct, abs vibrating and tightening against your skin as his stomach purs. And he’s rocking into you, back and forth on his toes, enjoying that deep, tight massage. He’s inside you, he’s trying to eat you, trying to get you inside him, too.

You’re going to be covered in marks but that’s ok. You like hearing him groan and laugh against you, and something about that swallowing, his throat flexing against your shoulder, that’s so beautiful to feel.

“Mine, ‘kay? Mine.” Luffy’s talking the whole time through his laughter and you’re swept away by him as he continues to crush your body from the inside over and over, tidal waves on a cliff’s edge, he makes whirlpools in you.

“This is so fun, you’re so fun, so pretty,” he keeps huffing and you hear this over and over as he squirms and wriggles on your body, thrusts shallower because he can’t bear to pull out of you any more than he needs to. Luffy wants to be close and never leave.

He tries to have conversations with you that just spill into unending praise. You’re too dizzy and lost in this world of feeling to respond most of the time but you kiss him whenever he wants, you tell him he’s beautiful and that he feels so good whenever your voice is there.

He’s swelling in you, veins bulging and rubbing so far up inside you that you feel him throbbing in your stomach, his twitching cock encouraged by your clenching, leaking, every muscle wracked with craving and overstimulation.

“Gonna fill you up ‘cause you’re real pretty,” he laughs against your lips, twisting into you deeper still, “gotta make ya all mine.” He still sounds so sweet and so soft, just a playful little puppy.

Even as he groans and begins to pump you full.

Love feels like this, love is raw and endless like this, love makes you float away. You close your eyes and now he lets you, you just hold him, you let the rhythm carry you and it feels like so long until he’s done. He doesn’t want to pull away but his legs give out. His knees finally hit the deck, he squeals in delight as he’s pulled from you with a wet little sound. But he’s still hugging you, of course.

“Heh, felt so good.” Luffy’s smiling with all his teeth, his chin sparkles with saliva, and your neck is dripping too, “thanks, darlin’. Love ya so much”

“Love you too. I love you, Luffy.” You don’t want to ever leave from his arms and you feel so empty now. But you’re soaked in him, neck and thighs both shining.

His hand rests gently on your back, helping you sit up, your slip falls back down over your body and it’s all wrinkled now. Luffy smooths your hair, he pets you, now is when he just wants to stare at you and not say a word. But when he sees the blooming red and purple trailing from your ear to your collarbone he starts to shake a little bit.

“Aw, this ain’t hurtin’ right?” he murmurs, tracing the bruises and teeth marks with his fingers so softly, carefully. There’s no blood, it’s just glossy with layers of drool, he’s proud but he needs to check on you first.

“No, it’s not bad. Don’t worry, I like it.” You kiss him right next to his mouth but he turns, quickly, because he wants your lips. “Whole crew’s gonna know I’m yours, that’s all.”

This makes him smile. He sees no reason for embarrassment or shame, you’re his so he can bite you when he wants. You feel his muscles twitch against you again as he laughs. And he’s flushed all red, hibiscus on his warm honey skin. Those eyes, dark brown eyes melting with that lavender of the sunset which is almost gone now, fading silently. So orchid blue then, on loving, deep Bulgarian rose.

“Good! I want ‘em to.” he rubs his head against your cheek, still biting just a little. And now he’s moving like he wants to pick you up and carry you, even though you’re both tired. But it’s because he’s hungry, and in that throaty little voice he asks, “wanna go get snacks?”

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