For A Man Who Was Always Nonchalant/always Looking Upset, He Sure Was Touchy.

─ Binding Shots

yandere! zoro x bartender! reader [gender neutral]

• fic type: oneshot

• summary: zoro couldn't get enough of the drinks you served, but he couldn't get enough of you even more.

• word count: 2.7k

• tw: obsessive thoughts, kidnapping, passing out

• a/n: i hope i didn't get too carried away and i really hope you enjoy this story!! i also may have included a little yandere captain luffy headcanon, since he pretty much gives zoro the ok to pursue y/n. also if i find the time i might make headcanons about y/n getting used to being with the strawhats, and more importantly zoro!

The bar pulsed with energy, the air thick with the scent of spiced rum, grilled seafood, and the occasional whiff of salt carried in from the docks.

Laughter echoed through the dimly lit space, drunken patrons toasting to their fortunes—or misfortunes, depending on the night.

You had long since mastered the art of blending into the chaos, weaving between customers with effortless grace, your hands a blur as you poured drinks, wiped down counters, and cracked jokes all at once.

The old fisherman at the counter huffed as he caught the glass you slid his way, his weathered face splitting into a grin.

"You're too damn cocky for a bartender, Y/n," he grumbled, taking a sip of the golden liquid.

"Flattery will get you nowhere—except another drink if you tip well," you shot back, smirking as you wiped the counter.

The old man let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. "Damn menace, you are."

Before you could deliver another quip, the bell above the door jingled, signaling new arrivals. Your gaze flickered toward the entrance, and immediately, the atmosphere seemed to shift.

A small group strolled in, their presence commanding attention even in a bar full of hardened sailors. You recognized them instantly.

The Straw Hat Pirates.

Luffy led the pack, grinning ear to ear as he took in the bustling bar, his boundless energy practically radiating from him.

Usopp and Franky followed close behind, already deep in some ridiculous argument about whether or not cola could be turned into alcohol.

And then there was him.

Zoro.

Broad-shouldered, arms crossed, an air of quiet confidence surrounding him. His swords sat at his hip like an extension of his being, a constant reminder of his strength. But it was his eyes that caught your attention—sharp, calculating, always scanning, as if sizing up the world around him.

You’d met plenty of pirates before, but there was something different about him. Something... interesting.

They took their seats at the bar, Luffy slamming his hands onto the counter with his usual lack of subtlety. "Meat! Lots of Meat!" he declared, grinning wildly.

You arched a brow, already reaching for a bottle. "Well, if it isn’t the infamous Straw Hats," you mused, twirling the bottle between your fingers before popping it open. "What’ll it be, gentlemen?"

Usopp, ever the dramatic storyteller, ordered something fruity, a Mocktail being the first thing that came to mind.

Franky demanded something SUPER strong, his voice booming loud enough to rattle the glasses. It seemed like he'd enjoy a nice Whiskey Sour.

Luffy, as expected, wanted something with meat in it. You weren’t sure if you should be impressed or horrified.

Then your gaze flickered to Zoro, who had yet to say a word.

His arms remained crossed, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke. "Sake."

You snorted. "Predictable."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "You got a problem with that?"

"Not at all," you said smoothly, already in the midst of making the other's requests. "Just saying, a guy like you doesn’t seem the adventurous type when it comes to drinks."

Zoro grunted, unimpressed, as you poured a variety of liquids into a cup and slid it toward him.

Before he could grab it, you rested your elbow on the counter, flashing him a smirk. "But hey, this one’s on the house."

That got his attention. His brows furrowed slightly, his gaze flicking from you to the drink and back again. There was a brief hesitation before he picked up the cup and took a sip.

The reaction was immediate.

His grip on the cup tightened ever so slightly, his expression shifting just enough for you to notice.

His tongue tingled with the rich, layered flavors—smooth, complex, and yet strong enough to rival his beloved sake.

He swallowed, exhaling slowly as the taste settled in. Then his dark gaze lifted to meet yours, something unreadable flickering in his expression.

"What the hell is this?"

"Like it?" You grinned, leaning forward slightly. "It’s a little something I came up with myself. Thought you’d appreciate it."

Zoro didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took another slow sip, as if testing whether the first taste had been a fluke. It wasn’t. The drink was dangerously good.

Better than any sake he’d ever had.

That realization should’ve irritated him, but instead, he found himself staring at you, curiosity and something deeper settling in his chest.

He hadn’t paid much attention before, too focused on his drink, but now that he was looking—really looking—he noticed things.

The easy confidence in your posture, the way your lips curled in amusement, the glint of mischief in your eyes.

You were different. And for the first time in a long while, he was interested.

The island had a lot to offer—food stalls, markets, scenic cliffs—but for some reason, Zoro always found himself back at your bar.

It had started off as nothing. Just a casual drink, a place to sit while the others indulged in the island’s festivities. But by the third night, he didn’t even pretend he was there for anything else.

It wasn’t just the drinks—though, damn it, they were good.

Too good.

He’d never had anything quite like what you made for him, and each night, it was something better, something stronger, something just right.

But that wasn’t what kept him coming back.

It was you.

You, with your insufferable smirks, your sharp tongue, your easy laughter that rang over the low hum of the bar like a melody.

You didn’t shy away from teasing him, didn’t fawn over him like others did when they recognized his reputation.

You treated him like just another patron, another nameless face in the crowd, and yet—there was something else.

A warmth.

A familiarity.

Zoro wasn’t used to that.

And that kindness, that brightness—it was intoxicating. More so than any drink you poured.

He sat at the bar now, his usual spot, arms resting on the counter as he watched you work.

His drink sat untouched in front of him, forgotten the moment you started talking.

"You sure you’re not just using me for my drinks?" you teased, sliding a fresh glass to a customer beside him before leaning in slightly, giving him that familiar smug look. "Pretty sure this is your fourth night in a row."

Zoro scoffed, fingers tracing the rim of his cup. "Tch. You wish I was that desperate."

"You wound me, swordsman," you gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to your chest. "And here I thought we were forming a beautiful, booze-filled friendship."

Zoro shook his head, but there was the faintest twitch of amusement at the corner of his lips. "If you keep running your mouth, I might start looking for another bar."

You chuckled, leaning your elbow on the counter. "Yeah? Go ahead. Bet you won’t find another place that can make you forget about your precious sake."

He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.

You both knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

Something about Zoro fascinated you. Maybe it was the contrast—the roughness of him, the way he carried himself like a warrior through and through, yet still sat here every night, lingering like he had nowhere else he’d rather be.

And, though you wouldn’t admit it outright, you found him... charming.

In his own gruff, quiet way.

The way his eyes followed you as you moved. The way he listened when you spoke, even if he acted like he didn’t care.

The way he never let his drink distract him from you.

You leaned in a little closer, lowering your voice just enough to make it feel like a secret. "You know, for someone who claims they’re not interested, you sure do look like you’re enjoying the view."

Zoro tensed, his grip tightening slightly around his glass.

His eyes flicked to yours, sharp and unreadable.

For a moment, you thought he might deny it. Scoff, roll his eyes, deflect like he always did.

But instead, he said, "Maybe I am." That caught you off guard.

You blinked, a slow grin creeping onto your lips. "Well, well. Look at you, actually admitting something for once."

Zoro just took a sip of his drink, but his gaze never left yours. "Don’t get cocky."

Too late.

The conversation moved on, the bar growing rowdier as the night stretched on. But Zoro wasn’t paying attention to the noise, or the people, or even his drink.

He was watching you.

The way your hands moved effortlessly, mixing, pouring, sliding drinks down the counter with practiced ease. The way you threw back your head when you laughed, unapologetically loud.

The way you leaned in when you talked to him, like it was second nature, like you wanted to be close.

Each night, his obsession grew.

It started off as simple curiosity, but now—it was hunger.

He wanted more.

More of your time. More of your attention.

More of you.

And he was starting to think he’d take it.

••••

The bar was alive with noise—the clinking of glasses, drunken laughter, the occasional outburst from some poor bastard who lost a bet.

But Zoro barely heard any of it.

He was too focused on you.

You were moving through the crowd with effortless ease, sliding drinks across the counter, cracking jokes that had customers roaring with laughter.

You had that insufferable, cocky grin on your face—the one you always wore when you knew you’d gotten under someone’s skin.

And damn it, it worked every time.

Zoro found himself watching the way your fingers moved as you mixed drinks, the precise way you handled each glass, like it was second nature.

The way you leaned in close when someone spoke, giving them your full attention, even when they were drunk off their ass and slurring nonsense.

You were good at this—too good. Too damn captivating.

And that laugh of yours—light, unapologetic, always laced with amusement at your own wit.

It was like an itch under his skin, one he couldn’t scratch.

Luffy was beside him, stuffing his face with whatever food he’d managed to get his hands on, crumbs scattering across the bar top.

Most of the crew were still doing their own thing, chatting with locals, admiring scenery or pathetically flirting with every woman in a 5 mile radius.

But then—something shifted.

Zoro didn’t notice at first, but Luffy had gone quiet.

He was watching him.

Not in his usual careless way, not with that absentminded curiosity he always had when he wasn’t focused on food. No—this was different.

Luffy’s eyes, normally bright with mischief, were unreadable, his face eerily still.

The realization sent a slow chill down Zoro’s spine.

Then, just as you walked away from the bar, Luffy turned to him. "You like Y/n?"

Zoro stiffened. A heavy silence passed between them, the background noise of the bar fading into a dull hum.

He could lie. Could brush it off. Could scoff and tell Luffy to mind his own damn business.

But he didn’t, he couldn't bring himself to lie to his captain. "...Yeah."

Luffy’s expression didn’t change. He just stared, unsettlingly calm. "Do you want Y/n?"

Zoro exhaled slowly, staring down at his half-empty glass.

Did he?

His first instinct was to say no. He wasn’t that kind of man. He didn’t take people, didn’t let his desires dictate his actions.

But the longer he sat with the question, the more it clawed at him.

The way you laughed. The way you looked at him. The way you spoke to him like he was just another guy, not a pirate, not a swordsman, not some wanted criminal.

He was a pirate though.

Pirates took what they wanted.

And he wanted you.

Zoro lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Luffy. His voice was steady, firm. "I do."

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, Luffy’s lips curled into that wide, familiar grin. "If you want something, you should take it!"

Just like that, his usual energy returned, his eerie stillness vanishing like it had never been there. He clapped a hand on Zoro’s shoulder, grinning like this was the most obvious thing in the world.

"My crew gets whatever they want." His grin widened. "I’ll make sure of it."

Zoro’s grip tightened around his cup, heartbeat thudding in his ears.

Luffy wasn’t just talking about letting him going after you.

He was promising something.

And for the first time, Zoro let the thought settle, let it grow, let it take root.

••••

The night stretched long, and eventually, the last few customers trickled out, their drunken laughter fading into the distance as they stumbled into the night.

You exhaled, rolling your shoulders before reaching for the keys in your pocket. Another good night, another pocket full of berri.

The bar was silent now, save for the quiet clinking of glasses as you tidied up one last time.

You moved on autopilot, wiping the counter down with lazy strokes before finally heading toward the door. The lock clicked into place with a satisfying snap, sealing the building in its usual nighttime solitude.

Stepping out onto the dimly lit streets, you inhaled deeply, the salty sea air filling your lungs.

The cobblestone roads stretched before you, lined with flickering lanterns that cast long, wavering shadows against the alley walls.

For a moment, you just stood there, hands stuffed into your pockets, humming a tune under your breath.

And yet… something felt off.

A prickling sensation crawled up your spine, subtle but persistent. Like the weight of unseen eyes pressing against your back.

You froze, the night air suddenly too cold against your skin.

Your fingers twitched in your pockets, tightening around your keys.

You’re being paranoid, you told yourself. It’s just another quiet night.

You forced a breath, shaking your head. "Don’t be ridiculous, Y/n," you muttered under your breath. "No one’s watching you."

But then—

Footsteps.

Slow. Heavy. Deliberate.

Your stomach twisted.

You stopped walking, straining your ears.

Silence.

Your pulse thudded.

Then, just as you took another cautious step forward—

The footsteps resumed.

Closer this time.

Your breath hitched, heart hammering against your ribs.

You picked up your pace, forcing a laugh in a weak attempt to calm yourself. "Alright, if you’re a robber, just know I’m broke as hell—"

The footsteps sped up.

Panic surged through you like a lightning strike. You bolted.

The world blurred around you as your legs carried you forward on pure instinct.

Your home was just in sight, barely a block away—But then arms wrapped around you.

A strong, unyielding grip yanked you back before you could react. A hand clamped over your mouth, smothering the startled cry that tore from your throat.

You fought.

Your body twisted, legs kicking, fingers clawing at the arm restraining you. But the grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened, pressing you flush against an unmovable chest.

And then—

A voice.

Low. Calm. Familiar.

"You’re safe."

Your breath hitched.

The voice was right by your ear, warm and steady despite the vice-like grip holding you still.

"I’ve got you."

Your body went rigid.

Your eyes widened, the realization slamming into you like a crashing wave.

"Zoro?!" The name came out muffled against his hand, but you knew he heard it.

"Shhh," he murmured, voice smooth, almost soothing. "Don’t struggle."

You did struggle, thrashing as hard as you could, but he barely budged.

"Zoro," you hissed, your voice strained against his palm. "What the hell are you—?"

"I won’t hurt you," he promised, his tone steady, as if that alone was enough to justify this.

Confusion tangled with the terror clawing at your chest.

Your mind spun. Why was he doing this?

You forced yourself to think, to breathe. You had to get free, had to—

But then—Sharp pain.

A precise, practiced pressure against the side of your neck.

The world lurched.

Your limbs went weak, your vision hazy.

Your breath shuddered as a wave of dizziness crashed over you.

"Wha…" Your words slurred, head tilting against Zoro’s shoulder. "The… hell…"

Your fingers twitched uselessly, your body going slack.

The last thing you saw was a flash of green hair, blurred by the darkness creeping into the edges of your vision.

And the last thing you heard—soft, unwavering—

"You’re mine now, Y/n."

Eepy

Warm fingertips rubbed at stinging eyelids that wished to lower, for even just a moment, but with the ongoing party it would prove to be a bit difficult.

Boa Hancock, yes, the same Princess and Warlord who fought against the Navy in Marinefold, had found her way to the Straw Hat ship and thus the party ensued.

But it had been a few days since you slept properly, and the energy of your friends could only charge your social battery for so long.

Voices raised in a cheer as Ussop danced on the table, waving an erratic hand at your leaning form in the distance and you lifted your own weakly, only for it to turn inward to smother a yawn.

Every second passing felt like sand was filling your body, one grain at a time.

You pushed yourself from your corner to dip past Boa's crewmates and your own, slipping by a boozy Nami who attempted to pull you into conversation "Sorry, what was that?" you shrugged your arms loosely, backward steps taking you farther from her reaching grasp "I can't hear you"

An eepy smile split your lips in two until you near flattened into the Snake Princess herself, she didn't seem too impressed at your dripping form "You're lucky my darling Luffy is your Capitan"

"Yeah, he sure is great" A familiar feeling swelled below your breast as a dopey smile spread across your cheeks, Boa's eyes scanned you until cheerful laughter grew close and tanned hands grabbed onto your shoulders from behind, the rubber noise closing in till Luffys weight smacked against your strong back. Very used to his accidental tackling.

"Hey guys! What's goin' on over here!" Luffy asked, wrapping his stretchy limbs around you and pressing his warm cheek against yours "We playin' a gaaaaaame?"

Oh god, if Boa could she'd probably turn you into stone, grind you up, and sell you on the streets as one of Caesar's newest drugs.

Your hands reached for Luffy's wrists and you released yourself from the Monkey boy's hold "Actuallllyy BOA! Has something really cool to talk to you about!"

Luffy turned to the oozing Warlord, she cupped her hands and shook her head at the mere coincidence, her darling must be here to prove his love for her, of course!

The pirate could stand still for only so long, and with all that blushing going on it didn't seem like Boa was gonna tell him that cool thing you were talking about any time soon, speaking of, where did you go?

You were right here, when did he stop hugging you?

Luffy turned on the spot a few times, and then a few more times. Which way?

The door to the Dorms clicked and Luffy's ear flinched.

Wriggling fingers scratched at the back of your head as another yaw widened your mouth, the heavy breath caving your chest as dry lips smacked against each other "Man, Franky really outdid himself with these walls"

You'd never think there was a party's worth of Pirates littered on the other side. You could still hear their muffled talk but soon you'd be met with silence, just a few more dull steps and you could collapse into one of the boy's hammocks or one of the girl's double beds- whichever door your grasp made it to first.

A cold nob filled the cup of your palm and the flip of flops flapped down the empty hall "Heeeey You" Luffy called with a cheeky grin "Where you headin' to? The party's the other way"

"Well..." you hummed, releasing the oval handle and leaning your shoulder on the door "Let's say I'm a little partied out for now"

Your Capitan's head cocked, Luffy knew that people got tired, right?

"You want some company?" Luffy took a sneaky step closer, raising an arm to lean his elbow on the wooden walls. His neck bowed so the rim of of infamous straw hat bumped against your forehead.

The memory of Luffy's long fingers digging into the flesh of your pelvis shocked your insides, a stomach tightened as you recalled how hoarse his breath was. Your Capitan's voice a few shades deeper than his current tone.

No, it was something you promised yourself wouldn't happen again.

"That's alright, Capitan" you pinched his nose "I'm just a little tired tonight"

You missed the curve of Luffy's brow, turning to reach for the handle again, it wasn't very often when it was just to two of you y'know. He pressed his lips together in a silly face, mulling out his next question slowly "Dooo yooou want... a sleeping buddy?"

Your torso twisted, and your neck slowly tuning as Luffy moved to stand a little closer behind you, leaning closer with every chance he could get "Don't you have a Princess to host?" you teased, one hand ahead of you, twisting the chilly nob before passing through the shadowy threshold.

Luffy seemed to think about it, glancing between you peeling off a shirt and the door swinging temptingly at the end of the hall, he could already hear a few partiers asking where the Capitan of The Sunny may be.

"Nah" He stepped through the doorway "I wanna be with you tonight"

Breaking up ┃One Piece Pt. 1

Scenario: Having a huge fight with your bf which ultimately leads one of you to saying something you regret.

"I wish I never met you."

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro x Fem!reader

cw: 18+, SFW, Angst, Hurt/No comfort, vulgar language

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Monkey D. Luffy

“You never even treat me like we're together!”

You were at your breaking point, figuratively and literally. In the last three months that you and Luffy had been together, not once did he change the way he acted towards you. It felt as if you were still just Luffy’s nakama. Well today that was all going to change. You had a plan.

It took some convincing, but you finally managed to get Nami and Ussop to help you set up a romantic dinner in the Sunny’s crow’s nest. Two of Luffy’s favorite things, food and you. It was perfect.

With preparations taken care of, you waited patiently for Luffy to arrive. Your aforementioned captain was currently exploring the island you were stopped at. But with the sun starting to set, he'd be back for dinner any minute now.

So you waited. 

And waited. 

And waited….

You waited till the candles were near burnt out. Waited till the food went ice cold. Waited till your eyes stung from holding back tears.

Monkey D. Luffy had stood you up.

Your own boyfriend. 

Slamming the napkin delicately placed across your lap onto the table, you pushed yourself to your feet. Humiliation creeped its way up your neck. Never in your life have you ever felt so worthless. 

Holding back hiccups, you dragged yourself out of the crow’s nest and away from the undisturbed meal. What was Nami going to think? All that preparation for nothing. You clenched your hands into tight fists. The next time you see Luffy you swear you were going to-

“y/n!”

You spun on your heel to face the familiar voice. Luffy’s face smiled brightly at you, blinding you more than the moonlight. It was almost enough for you to forgive him. Almost.

“Wait up!”

Scoffing, you glared at his cheery form before turning away from him. All you wanted was a shower, not excuses. 

Luffy caught up with your silently seething form with ease, spinning around you like top. He pranced around as if he were a crow and you his shiny treasure. Your name falling from his lips like a mantra.

Try as you might, eventually you gave into his pestering, voice sharp as nails, “What do you want, Luffy?”

Luffy’s grin widened despite your tone, “Sorry I couldn't make it, y/n. There was a festival in town, you should have come. There was an all you can eat buffet, Tra-guy and Jaggy were there too!” He scratched his chin, “Maybe next time you can invite everyone else so we can all eat together again!”

Your eye twitched, “Why would I invite the whole crew to our date?”

“Date?”

You stopped in your tracks, “Yes, date. You know the ones you're supposed to take your girlfriend out on? That kind?”

You could practically see the gears turning in his head at your reply. 

“But I have multiple girlfriends?” “WHAT?”

“Ya! You, Robin, Nami,” Luffy used his fingers to count, “Oh, and Vivi!”

You face palmed, “Not “girl” friends, Luffy. A “girlfriend”. Someone who’s more,” You reached for Luffy’s hand, “Special.”

“But all my friends are special,” Luffy pouted, gingerly returning your touch.

Laughing, you shook your head, “I know. But…It's a different type of special. It's when you wanna hold their hand, and you wanna be near them no matter what,” You met his confused gaze, “It's someone you love.”

“Then why would I wanna do that with you?”

“Huh?”

It felt like your body hit a brick wall. Every word ripped from your throat. He was joking right? It was a sick joke but a joke no less. 

“I don’t think I love you.”

You blinked in confusion before choking out a response, “T-Thats okay. Sometimes it takes a while to realize you love someone. It's not immediate.”

Luffy hummed, “I'm not sure I even want a “girlfriend”, y/n.”

A nervous laughter erupted from your throat, “Luffy, what are you talking about?” It felt like your heart might leap out of your chest.

“I like how my friends are now. I don't need a “girlfriend”. I have my Nakama. I have you.”

The world suddenly stopped spinning, and only for a moment the ocean quieted and the breeze hushed. Then, as if nothing happened, the world began to turn as normal, leaving behind your hollowed out body.

"...what?"

Cheeky smiled, Luffy repeated his words as if it was only the news, "I don't need a "girlfriend" I have a crew!"

The empty feeling in the pit of your stomach slowly filled with rage. First, he stood you up. Now? Now, he wants to pretend you guys aren't even dating!?

“Luffy, we're dating! What are you talking about? I asked you out almost three months ago!” You snapped, “Why did you even say yes to me if you didn't want a "girlfriend"?” 

“I don't know,” He cocked his head to the side, “I just thought you wanted to be closer friends.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “What?”

Luffy shifted in his sandals, clearly uncomfortable, “I thought you wanted to be my “girl” friend, not my “girlfriend”.”

“Are you joking?” Your skin felt red hot as if your whole being was ablaze, “You thought I wanted to be your “girl” friend!? Did it ever once occur to you that friends don't hold each other’s hands!?”

Luffy quickly retracted his hand from your grip, scratching his head in thought, “Not really.”

“Oh my god,” You couldn't tell if you were laughing or crying at this point, “This whole time you never thought we were together? Ever?!”

“I guess we are a bit closer than everyone else,” Luffy’s brows furrowed in thought.

“A bit?” You ran your fingers through your hair, “We spend every waking moment together! I've confided in you, you've confided with me. You know things about me no one else does!”

To his credit, Luffy looked ashamed, “I’m sorry, y/n. I guess…I just never noticed how you really felt.”

You rolled your tear filled eyes, “Obviously.”

“I can try if you want-”

“Forget it, Luffy,” You held your hands up in defeat, “Just forget it. Whatever you thought was going on here is over.”

Luffy grabbed your arm, “What! I don't want that!”

“You don't seem to want a lot of things,” You shrugged his grip off, “Including me.”

“y/n.”

You wiped your face clear of tears.

“We're done, Lu.”

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Roronoa Zoro

"Do I need to be a sword just to get a minute of your attention!?"

Three hundred seventy-six, three hundred seventy-seven, three hundred seventy-eight-

“Are you still counting?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, mom.”

Zoro ignored your annoyed response, preferring to continue his push ups below you. Huffing, you rested your chin on your hand. He had been going at this for hours now. You were starting to feel nauseous as your form jostled every time Zoro went up and down with you on his back.

“How much longer?”

Zoro grunted, “When I reach two thousand.”

“Two thousand!?”

Your sudden shout made Zoro shoot up quickly, knocking you off balance. Your criss-crossed form easily flew from Zoro’s back to the ground below. You fell hard, slamming your shoulder into the wood floor. 

Hissing, you rubbed your now sore arm, “What the hell, Zoro!?”

“Shit.”

The moss head was quick to his feet, offering you a hand, “Dammit, you should've been more careful.”

You snatched his extended hand and scoffed, “I wasn't the one who moved so suddenly.”

Pulling you to your feet, Zoro continued to hold your hand, “I wasn't the one complaining so loudly.”

“I can’t help it. We’ve been here all day,” You played with his larger fingers, “Plus, you promised you'd explore the island with me today.”

You could hear Zoro grumble under his breath before sighing loudly, “Training is more important right now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What, why?"

Your thoughts raced around in your head to find a reason for Zoro's sudden uptightness. You were quick to settle on striking golden eyes and a small dagger. Dracule Mihawk. He and Zoro had put on quite the show only weeks ago.

Rubbing Zoro's palm, you quirked a brow, "Are you still hung up about that Mihawk guy beating you?”

“I'm not hung up.”

You flinched at Zoro’s tone, “You clearly are.”

Quickly dropping your hand, Zoro turned away from you, “Listen it doesn't even matter what you think. You wouldn't understand. You're not a swordsman.”

“I'm not a swordsman but I'm definitely your girlfriend,” you snapped at his back.

“Just because you're my girlfriend doesn't mean you can control my training.”

“Just because you're a swordsman doesn't mean you can just dismiss me.”

The room filled with a silence thick enough to cut with a sword. You thought you might drown on land. Staring into Zoro's rigid back, you tried to manifest any form of response from him.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, Zoro rolled his shoulders and turned to face you. Your breath caught in your throat at his expression. It was dark, almost...menacing. It was a gaze he normally reserved scum marines and enemy pirates alike, but never for you.

“You're the one who's dismissing me!”

A forced laugh erupted from your mouth, “How am I dismissing you, moss head?” You crossed the space between the two of you, “By telling you to take one measly break?”

Zoro’s eyes bore into your own as if trying to find his next words. Grabbing your hand, he placed it on his bare chest, “Do you see this?”

You tensed at the feeling of the scar tissue, Mihawk.

“This...this scar is why I have to be stronger. For the crew. For Luffy,” Zoro squeezed your hand, “For you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Zoro, I didn't-”

“Maybe we should break up.”

You paused, mouth stuck open in shock, “...what?”

It felt like you had swallowed glass, pins and needles running down your esophagus into your stomach. But the glass still wasn't enough to fill the large pit beginning to form.

Gently, Zoro pushed your hand away from him, “This relationship,” he took a deep breath, “Might be too much of a distraction.”

You never really understood when people said it felt like their heart was being ripped out of their chest. But now? It felt like your whole chest cavity had been removed. 

Slowly, hot tears began to cascad down your rosied cheeks, “You think I'm a distraction?”

Zoro paused, his internal conflicted evident on his face, “...yes.”

You clenched your teeth together tightly, “Screw you, Zoro! I can barely get you to pay attention to me when someone even mentions the word “sword” but I'm the distraction?!” You jammed a finger into his chest, avoiding his scar, “If you needed an excuse to break up with me so badly you could've at least chosen a good one!”

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Zoro favored staring at the ground, “But if I want to be the greatest swordsman I can't be with you.” His hand captured the one buried in his chest, "Not yet at least."

You ripped your hand away from him, "If not now, then never." Your eyes searched Zoro's, looking for any sign of regret, "Choose, Zoro."

"Its over, y/n," Massive arms pulled you into a warm hug, "I'm sorry."

Clutching onto him, you sobbed silently. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he just have both?

"I love you."

“Fuck you.”

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THE SLEEPOVER

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

➛THE CABIN: a summer sexy horror event

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

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

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

WC: 6.8k

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

“Y/N!” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh Y/N! You came?”

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

“Alright, babes!”

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

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

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

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

“Aw, Y/N, you’re too sweet.”

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

The bottle began to slow down.

And then it stopped.

On him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m saying that you’re a virgin.”

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

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

It felt almost intoxicating.

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

But we all have something we always regret, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mean what?”

“That I’m cute.”

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

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

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

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

“Don’t make me say it again, love.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hold on.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps he will.

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

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

Something about tonight made him smile.

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

You literally fucked a guy.

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

It was too quiet.

Too silent.

Too….empty.

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

They were fucking dead. 

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

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

Ally did it.

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

“Y/N?”

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

“Who??”

“Fucking Sabo!! The fucked up dude!”

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

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

Your heart sank.

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

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

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

“Y/N, look at me.”

You didn’t. 

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

“Y-yes.”

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

“Why me?” you asked.

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

Ace!

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

“Why’re you still alive?”

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

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

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

And cruel fate it was. 

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girlfriend (zoro x reader nsfw)

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Lazy clouds roll overhead, making for an easy and uneventful day at sea.  The soft rock of the ship is soothing, and the ocean mist turns you ticklish as it sprinkles across your face and into your hair.  It was sublimely serene and peaceful—until your crewmates decide to make you the target of their mischief for the afternoon.

“Sanji wants to know what your boyfriend wants for lunch.” Nami asks as she approaches you next to the railing, a wicked grin on her face as Usopp tries his best to suppress a fit of giggles.

Brows knit together as you look at her, perplexed.  “Why?  He knows Zoro will eat just about anything besides chocolate.” you reply, still unsure as to why Sanji was bothering to ask considering he usually made his menus without even thinking to consider Zoro’s opinion, stating that the mosshead is too crude to have a fully developed sense of taste.

“No, not Zoro, your other boyfriend!” she teases, causing you to let out a frustrated sigh and roll your eyes as Usopp cackles.  Trafalgar Law had made himself quite comfortable around you during his temporary stay on the Sunny; it had started with an interest in a coin he was absentmindedly flicking into the air—you used to grade and collect them, after all—and it had devolved into him sticking close to your side, grumbling under his breath that you were the only person on the crew he could tolerate.

“Why am I the Law expert?” you hiss, frustrated and trying to keep your voice down.  Truthfully, at a different, more naïve time in your life, Law’s strange charm and roundabout way of indirectly flirting with you through mumbled half-compliments would have had your wrapped around his finger, but not now; not when you had a support system of people to give you whole, unrestricted, free-flowing love.  Not when you were in an idyllic partnership built on respect and growth.  There was no room in your heart for Law and his cryptic platitudes beyond friendship—not when you were in love with Zoro.

“Because he sits and talks to you with that dopey look in his eyes as if he’s never seen a pretty girl before in his life!  He’s so obvious it’s painful!”  Usopp exclaims, causing you to sigh.  Law considered himself smooth and sneaky, but the way he showed you preferential treatment was beyond glaringly obvious, and considering that nearly everyone else had picked up on it, it was only a matter of time before it spilled over into something that you weren’t quite prepared to deal with yet.

“Which is why I’ve been trying to ignore it.” you say through gritted teeth.  Worry rushes through your veins as you consider the last week or so, replaying each interaction with him in his head to try to decipher if you had been encouraging his budding affections in any way.  Unsatisfied with the vagueness of your conclusion, you reach for external validation. “I’m not doing anything to give him the wrong idea, am I?” you ask them, nervously digging your nails into your forearms.

“You’re just being friendly.” Nami says, reassuring you with a squeeze to your shoulder. “It’s just hilarious to watch him follow you around like a lost puppy.”  You’d liken him more to a miserable wet cat than a puppy, sulking in corners and stealing you away to demand attention when it suited him, craving affection from you, but only on his own terms.  It was a bid for control that was foreign to you and left a bitter distaste in your mouth, especially when you were accustomed to the mutual trust that you and Zoro shared.

“And a bit pathetic.” Usopp adds with a crooked grin.

“You’re one to talk about being pathetic.” Nami chimes in, unable to resist getting in a playful dig at her friend’s expense.

“Hey!” he exclaims, launching the two into a fit of unserious bickering as the sound of heavy boots against the deck approach them.

“Is that moron done with lunch yet?” Zoro asks with a huff, sweaty, fatigued, and irritated after a rough workout.

“Almost!  Or at least he better be—I’m starving too.” you tell him with a smile; the look on your face visibly softens his frustration slightly, turning his anger into a gentle rumble.

“Idiot can’t even stick to a regular schedule.” he growls, leaning against the railing next to you.  As Nami and Usopp remain engrossed in their sidebar conversation, you take the opportunity to softly ask him how his training went, and eagerly drink up each detail.  In return, he wants you to relay him the details of your morning, and you do, with a dreamy smile of your face—a lovestruck look that’s not lost on your fellow crewmates.

“Look at that look in her eyes, it’s probably crushing his poor heart!” Nami whispers to Usopp, gesturing towards Law across the deck, who was slowly strolling towards the kitchen.

“The pain of unrequited love!” Usopp whispers back, tears nearly streaming down his face from both uncontrollable laughter and empathy for the Surgeon of Death’s plight.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Zoro barks out as he snaps his head towards them.  They both point towards the doorway to the kitchen, where Law’s hat disappears into the room. “Don’t you two have anything better to do?” he asks with a sigh.

“Nope!” Nami chirps, informing him that their course was securely set, and that the schadenfreude she and Usopp derived from watching Law fight a battle he was doomed to lose from the start was the most fun they’ve had in weeks.  Zoro scoffs, appearing indifferent as he rolls his eyes and makes his way towards the kitchen, but the tight grip he keeps around your waist betrays his annoyance and uneasiness as Nami’s words rattle around his head; both of you had considered the way the surgeon clung to you a bit odd, but hearing that other people had noticed it too had made the situation tangible, and suddenly makes Law’s presence next to you at the table unbearable—there was something unsettling about the fact that he would rather see the cook on his knees in front of you, pathetically begging for just one chance, than to have Law at the same table as  you, let alone sitting beside you.

“Something bugging you, mosshead?” Sanji quips with a knowing smirk upon seeing Zoro’s arm wrapped around you.  Frustrated, the swordsman doesn’t dignify him with a response; not in the talking mood, he removes his arm from around your torso in order to shovel food into his mouth and prevent any attempts at small talk.  You’re engrossed in your own food, slurping up the wedding soup that Sanji had prepared for your lunch, ignoring the burns the hot broth leaves on the roof of your mouth.  It was still far too hot for a reasonable person to eat, but as was often the case with Sanji’s cooking it was too good not to.

“Mmm…” you hum contently; the rest of the crew is used to your penchant to moan in delight when stuffing your face with a particularly good meal, but Law is unable to hide the way he stiffens like a board beside you as the sound that escapes your lips rings in his ears.  “Sanji, this is delicious!” you say innocently, with glimmering enthusiasm, causing the cook’s lips to curl up into an appreciative smile and teasingly telling you it would taste even better if you had the patience to wait a while before digging in. 

A few moments pass uneventfully as you scarf down the bread that accompanied your soup, until a sudden sensation running across your outer thigh causes you to nearly leap out of your own skin; peering under the table, the culprit is Law’s leg, pressed against your own.  He’s a tall man, so the need for leg room would be a reasonable excuse, and scrutinizing his face reveals no outward trace of unscrupulous intentions; yet, at the same time he’s so transparent, unable to help himself from bouncing his knee alongside yours, as if desperate for the slightest bit of friction.  The smallest of sighs escapes his lips as you lean away from the touch, confirming your suspicions; the realization makes you echo the sound, frustrated and disappointed that he was unable to be content with the friendship you were willing to offer and was instead so insistent on meddling in a place where he didn’t belong.

His behavior was starting to eat away at your last nerve, and evidently, Zoro shared your sentiment, becoming more possessive than usual when he makes love to you that night.

“Bet he jerks his pathetic cock to the thought of switching places with me…hah…but he doesn’t have the balls to do it.” Zoro whispers, panting into your ear as he snakes an arm underneath you to pull your waist closer; craving to feel your hot skin melt into his, he needs you trapped and caged between his arms, mewling and whimpering out a soft, pretty song as he pounds you into the floor.  “He knows you need something bigger, don’t ya’, pretty girl?” he growls in your ear; it’s gravelly, possessive, and makes you flutter softly around him as you whine out an “Mhm… you feel s’good…” in response.

Lost and drowning in a haze of ecstasy, neither of you notice the soft blue light enveloping the room, nor the muffled, strangled gasps coming from outside the door as Law drags his hand down his cock, imagining burying himself inside you instead.  For a brief moment, he does consider switching places with you, picturing the way your eyes would be blown wide with shock—shock that he’d fuck out of you until you’re drooling out the corner of your mouth and whimpering his name like a prayer.  But as much as he desires it, burning up for you so much that he barely knows what to do with himself, he knows he can’t—it’s too twisted and dark; however, he can’t bring himself to dispel the room that he’s cast.  He bargains with himself to come up with a justification to flick his wrist and take you that wouldn’t make him a monster—that wouldn’t turn you away from him entirely; it’s beyond tempting to give into his urges when one simple movement is all that separates him from the warmth of your core swallowing his cock whole.  Choking back a groan as he fists himself, he wonders if, even for the briefest of moments, the mention of him made your mind go dark, fantasizing about having his cock deep inside of you.  He wonders if he could get away with just a taste, switching places for just a fraction of a second—neither of you would notice a thing, and he would finally get his fix, and the opportunity to tremble at the tight, wet grip of your walls around him.

But he knows a moment wouldn’t be enough for him—not even close.  He knows his length would be able to reach depths of you that Zoro never could, and he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to break you in, scramble your mind, and leave you unable to be dripping and wanting for anyone else but him.  His wrist is twitching, wavering in tandem with his resolve; he’s moments away from tipping over the edge, the word shambles at the tip of his tongue, until a soft whining of Zoro’s name vibrates through the door, the word dripping with neediness and devotion.  The sound leaves the bitter taste of bile at the back of Law’s tongue and his room falls apart, a crushing reminder that he’s alone, in a dark hallway that leads to the aquarium bar, jerking himself off in the middle of the night while Zoro gets to indulge in the comfort of your flesh.

Zoro’s name is hot on your tongue as he delivers you to burning red ecstasy, his calloused fingers rubbing circles into your aching bud as he ruts into you.  “Need you, only need you, Zoro…” you murmur as blood rushes to your face, pooling in your cheeks as you pulse around him, mind shattered and vulnerable, only for him.  The flutter of your walls makes him pull you even closer, sinking his teeth into your neck as you bury your face into the throw pillow on the ground in front of you and whimper.

“So good for me—you take it so good for me.” he mumbles; the sight of you falling apart underneath him lights a fire in soul that makes him give it to you harder—Law can hear the smack of his hips against yours through the door as he smears buds of precum across the tip of his cock with his palm.  Limp and pliant as tingles of electricity continue to dance through your skin, you’re his, to have and to hold as he sees fit.

He knows your body like the rough, weathered palms of his hand, and in turn you know his; the intoxicating way he ruts into you, filling you until you can’t think straight, along with the tremble in his thighs lets you know he’s close.  He holds you tight, the flesh of your back melting into his broad chest as he cums deep inside you, as if you’ll vaporize into thin air if he lets you go.  The simple sensation of him wrapped around you is enough to get drunk on, and you silently wish you could stretch this moment out for an eternity.

“I love you.” you murmur to him as he crashes from his high, slowly regaining control of his breathing.

It’s soft and hushed, a raw rasp in your voice as your words blanket the room in an intimate sweetness, the kind that pulls on heartstrings so harshly that the rest of the world slips away.  As Zoro echoes your sentiment, whispering a love you too in your ear and burying his head into the crook of your neck to savor the moment, Law selfishly twists your words in his mind, filling in the gaps and imagining them whispered to him instead.

“I love you, Law.”

Though it’s a mangled, manufactured creation of his own mind, he doesn’t care; just the concept of the words rolling off your tongue as you cry out for him is enough to make him spill his seed all over his jeans as he violently fucks his hand.

“I love you, Law...”

The words tumble in his head, bouncing off the walls of his skull as he comes down from his high, tormenting him.  He needs them to be real, to hear them spoken to him in hushed tones in quiet places hidden away from the world; he needs you to want him, to yearn for him, to crave him, to love him.

But you don’t.

You love Zoro.

At breakfast the next morning, Law stretches his legs underneath the table, lightly grazing his thigh against yours in the process; it’s intentional as it always is, the guilt and shame of his voyeurism doing nothing to dampen his futile attempts to sway you.

You jerk away from his touch, tilting your legs to your left, towards Zoro.  So close, but so far, it’s infuriating enough to make him clench his jaw so hard he nearly breaks a tooth.

When you’re still hungry after finishing your plate, he quietly offers you the remnants left on his plate—he can barely stomach food at the moment anyways, not when he’s plagued with visions of you splayed out and spread open underneath another man.

Though he knows he can’t have you, Law can’t help but continue to give you his scraps.

Dirty Secret - Luffy x Reader

Decided to post something from my drafts for now while I recover, I’ll be posting requests soon!

D - Dirty Secret 

Synopsis: He had never fully understood why he was attracted to… that, that THING. It shocked him, confused him and made his stomach twist in such a strange way. 

Warnings: NSFW

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luffy + stretching (nsfw)

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it was so easy to lose sight of the fact that luffy was, at his core, a man—he was more than just a myth, or your captain, or even your friend—he was human to the fullest extent, freer in spirit than anyone you've ever known. certain things capture his limited attention span, and he pursues them with his entire being without care or a second thought, and, for better or for worse, his current focus is on you.

wide eyes blown out, he's fascinated by the way he can stretch himself long enough to see the tip of his cock slightly bulging out of your abdomen. more than fully sheathed within your walls, his gaze is glued to your midsection, watching himself inside of you. every so often he glances back up to make sure your face is screwed together in pleasure and not pain, though with the way his length batters your insides, the sensation rides a thin line.

"shishishi—is it a bit too much for you?" he laughs, slowing down the brutal pace of his thrusts as he notices a tear pricking out of the corner of your eye. letting out a sigh, you nod slightly, and he eases the stretch of his cock a bit, giving you a slight reprieve as he bends his neck down to meet your core, licking a warm stripe across your clit that elicits needy whines from your lips; "gonna make ya' feel so good..." he mumbles against you as he continues to fuck into you, his tongue eagerly meeting the roll of your hips.

you weren't sure how long this little fixation of his, his addiction to pulling pleasure out of you, would last, so you soak up every bit of it while you still can. feverishly rocking your hips against his mouth while he fills you up, there's seemingly no start and end to your climax; each time you think you've fall from your high, his cock prods against your sweet spot just right, or his tongue drags across your clit so deliciously that the coil just snaps.

and then he pulls his mouth away, returning to his earlier, harsher pace and stretching out his cock to stuff you to the brim once more, though now you're so soaked that the pain from before barely registers—instead, he grins as you beg him for more.

Just a little Honey. | Roronoa Zoro

Contents: Smut

Zoro lets his head fall back, surrendering to the softness of the pillow beneath his head. Your hand moves tenderly over him, each stroke igniting a fire that makes him writhe against your touch. His hair, damp with sweat, clings stubbornly to his forehead, and he pushes it back only for it to fall right back into place. A low, guttural hiss escapes his lips as he reaches desperately for your hands, the chains around his wrists tightening with a metallic clink. The sudden jolt from the restraints sends a wave of pleasure through his body, causing him to groan deeply as his limbs collapse back onto the bed.

The muscles of his abdomen flex under each twist of your hand, taut and trembling with anticipation. You size him up, your gaze lingering on the tip of his cock, his bright pink tip, his longing evident, his cock standing proudly on its own. Grasping him gently, Slowly, you ran your thumb over the slit, spreading the oozing pre-cum along the throbbing veins of his shaft. His breath hitches, and his eyes lock onto yours. You lean forward and made a long lick to side of his dick, a faint twitch of his thighs as you brace yourself against his restrained legs. You caressed his thighs, biting at them, eliciting a groan barely making it through his lips.

Driven by the heat between you, you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently as your hand continues its rhythmic strokes. It wasn't long before he responded, and his flushed hips bucked involuntarily, a raw, primal sound tearing from his throat. You take him deeper, your tongue swirling around his length, feeling every vain and the feel of him twitch in your mouth. His chains clunked and rattled, his muscles straining against the restraints.

You pull back slightly, letting his cock slip from your mouth with a soft, wet sound. His eyes are dark with need, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Leaning in closer, you whisper against his skin, placing kisses along his sides, "Tell me what you want, Zoro."

He wasn't used to this kind of power shift. Admitting his needs outloud would surely kill him emotionally, he only grits his teeth, your fingertips slowly teasing at his dick. Looking a the way your hands lightly pressed onto his dick.

You raise an eyebrow at him, your lips curving into a sly smile. "You know better." You drag your nails along his thigh, feeling his muscles tense beneath your touch. The tip oozes just a bit more and you take a long lick across your gaze never leaving his own. His desire is palpable, his body responding eagerly to your teasing.

"I want you," he finally groans, a shudder racking his body as you blew air against it. His voice thick with longing. "I want you on top of me, taking what you want."

Your smile widens, loving the way he succumbs to your touch. "Is that so?" You lean closer, trailing kisses along his body to his jawline, teasingly close to his lips. "What if I want you to beg for it?"

He grins, his hands gripping the sheets. "Then make me beg."

Your laughter is low and seductive. "Oh, I intend to." You crawl up and pressed a firm kiss to his lips, tasting his desperation as he kisses you back hungrily. His body slightly arches against yours, seeking more of your touch, more of your control. He goes to hold you and the painful bindings only bring frustration in its wake.

With deliberate slowness, you straddle him, feeling his hardness press against you. "Tell me," you whisper, "how badly do you need me?"

His response is immediate and fervent. "More than anything. Please, fuck."

You enjoy the power in his plea, relishing the sensation of being wanted so fiercely. His eyes are clouded and you gently place your thumb between his lips to prevent his teeth from further bruising his bottom lip "Good," you murmur, finally giving in to the ache between your legs.

You lower yourself onto him, his groan resonating within your shaking form, moaning at the feeling of fullness and connection. He curses against the chains, and a shit eating grin pulls at your lips as you set your hips in a rhythm that satisfies the hunger you've stoked in each other. It wasn't enough and only made him feel the madness. With an control and slowed movement your ass presses flush against his pelvis, clenching dangerously around his cock.

He hisses, "m' so slow baby"

As you ride him, you meet each of his thrusts with suppressed moans where sooner than later mingled with own groans. the room filled, hot with sex, your bodies move in harmony, a dance of need and fulfillment that builds towards a crescendo.

Balanced on his chest you roll your hips, watching his eyes roll to a close. He felt he was going to melt looking up at your heavenly form above him. The leathered restraints become a figment of imagination when it pops loose. His hands find your waist. Your eyes widen at the sudden change in axis. Pressed against the bed, your knees press against you also his thrust knocking air out of your lungs the curve of his dick reaching farther than intended.

Your breath hitches as you feel his touch, electricity sparking between your skin. "Fuck," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, "I've wanted this for so long."

His hands grip your hips firmly as you press yourself against him, the intensity of your connection sending shivers down your spine. With each roll of your hips, his moans grow deeper, the need between you palpable and intoxicating.

The restraints forgotten, he pulls you closer, the urgency in his touch matching the rhythm of your movements. "God, you feel incredible," he groans, his fingers digging into your skin.

You lean down, capturing his face. You press a kiss against his lips growing with carnivorous intent. Tongues tangling in a frenzy of desire. The heat between you builds, igniting a fire that consumes both of you. Every thrust brings you closer to the edge, your bodies moving in perfect synchrony.

He presses deeply against you womb hardly able to decipher where the pain began and the pleasure started. Consuming your mind, wanton moans escape your lips, hot breathy moans grazing his ear.

His grip tightens on your ass placing gently kisses to you jaw and neck. "You're driving me insane"

You smile, watching his completely disheveled form mirroring your own as he continues to consume what’s left of you. Fucking into you with a relentless rhythm, his hands wrap around your waist to hold you down, as if you might slip away at any moment. You hum at the tingle in your stomach, a delicious stir that flutters with each thrust as he bottoms out at every impact. Your eyes roll back in pure bliss, the sensation of him harshly hitting the exact same spot overwhelming your senses. Despite the intense pleasure, you manage to utter, "Isn't that the point?"

A grin spreads across his face, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "Is it now," he looks up at you. "And you're doing it perfectly."

You shiver at his words, the intensity of his gaze making your pulse quicken. "I want you to lose control," you whisper, your voice breathy and filled with longing. You lean in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, "I want to feel you completely lose yourself."

Everything became a blur from there. You're placed in an entirely new position his body weight pressed against your own knocking the air from your chest as he fucks into your quivering wall. At this angle, he has you well past nirvana. A moaning pretty mess as pushes you knees to your chest. You head grew light with every impact the feel of his cock kissing at your cervix.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he groans, his voice rough with desire. He watches you intently, every reaction you have fueling his own need. "You feel too fucking good.

Your nails dug into his arm barely able to keep your eyes open and focused on him. He adds his finger quickly flicking your swollen clit, he captures your lips in a more fevered kiss the pressure at the base of your abdomen increasing by the second. "m' gonna cum" you grabbed at his wrist, writhing under his intense movements.

You vision blurred as your body shook heavily. Your body hypersensitive even to the air that passes the hair on your skin. A new sense of relaxation washes over you, under the heat of his release. He groans pulling out to watch your gaping pussy push out the excess. The contact of his dick to your folds caused a flinch to wrack your body, he gathered his cum and pushed himself slowly in, muscles tensing under his dragged movements, whimpering under the overstimulation as he pushed himself out and in cradling your head as he went slow. "no...more" You dug your nails as he bottomed out once more and this continued until he was completely buried in you.

He couldn't understand why he was still hard but pleaded. "Please...please" he buries his head at the crook of your neck taking in your own body scent that only fuels him. It wet and your pussy makes the most nastiest sounds as he plunges further into you, slightly picking up a rhythm. He curses at the grip you have on him. "Fuck" his hips stutter.

Your eyes roll back at the unfamiliar sensation and you beg for him to stop no wait, but it was rather less convincing to anyone who would hear. Your vision grew lethargic, white bulbs pulsating before your eyes, and everything came in at once. The heat of his body to yours as he thrusted at a single focused point. Your body shivered and with that a gush of water came out lasting a good while until he teased at your clit with his cock encouraging you to continue which further prolonged the pleasure.

He was astonished at the way your body reacted, enchanted even watching as your chest rose and fall between his simple touches, it makes him hurt in the best way, and a little aroused if he might confess. He was awful for this. "you're perfect" he buries himself in you once more, slowly , watching as you pressed your hands against his abdomen. You shook your head with a faint moan.

"I won't" he grinned against you chest. "just let me stay inside" he sighed, bringing your hips more fixed on his own, the twitch of himself within you undeniable as he a few minutes after you drifted off to sleep.