Just A Little Honey. | Roronoa Zoro

Fem!Law & Kid — By Keo Chu, permission to re-upload was given by the artist

We need a nami with reader drinking some fine wine and painting each others nails, prodding them on how they actually feel abt her and the rest of the crew (mainly her tho) and reader says some cute stuff that makes her bashful

Who's your Favorite? (Yandere Nami x reader)

Summary: Nami and Reader hang out away from the others when Nami asks a strange question.

I've been very guy focused recently so here's a Nami focused piece.

Apart of the Isekai AU Chronicles

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The last time you got your nails done was in the third grade. A girl brought some to show and tell, all pink and glittery. She went around the circle, showing everyone her figures, confidence radiating off her body despite the messy polish covering her nails. When she got to you, you were nearly jealous, the glitter was so sparkly and shimmery, leaving you in a trance for the rest of the school day. Every so often, you'd look down at your nails, cracked and dried, wondering if the polish would make them look better. 

Currently, Nami is carefully applying a dark shade of polish onto your nails, something close to purple with hints of pink and blue, occasionally sipping on a glass on red wine that was resting on the table next to her. The deck was unusually quiet, the rest of the crew exploring the island they docked at a while ago. You were originally planning on going with them until Nami said she wanted to stay on the ship, hanging off your shoulders as she begged you to stay along with her. Your face felt hot as she rubbed her cheek on yours, pulling you close as she blew raspberries at the other, clearly annoyed, strawhats. 

"That's no fair--" Luffy was in the process of yelling as you were pulled away by Nami, who's now standing up straight as she grips onto your shoulders. 

"Uhm--" Your mouth gapes dumbly as you attempt to speak. 

"You got to spend your time with them!" Nami yells back, speaking over you. "It's my turn!" She huffed, her nails digging into your shoulders, making you wince lightly. 

"We spend more time with them because you're always busy." Zoro drones as he watches lazily from his position leaning on the ship's railing. He wasn't lying, being a navigator was a big job, taking up most of Nami's time. Clearly his words affected her, face beat red in anger. Quickly, she shot off of you, stomping her foot in frustration towards the direction of the swordsman, who remained calm. 

"I have the most important job on this ship--" She seething, her words quick and sharp.

"Um--Nami..." 

"--so I should get this one thing!" She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she attempted to calm herself down, looking away almost like she was embarrassed. "And regardless, it's not like I'm keeping them forever, just a few hours." 

The word "keep" made a chill run up your spine as you wondered if they even noticed your presence. It felt strange hearing them talk about you like you weren't right next to them, even worse listening to them argue as you attempted to talk. You interrupt them with a cough, watching the three look at you quickly, the others must've left already when the arguing started. 

"I'm fine with staying." You said, watching as Nami smiled triumphantly at the two men. Luffy's face scrunched up in a way that was almost funny, a childlike confusion washing over him as he looked at you, almost like he couldn't believe you choosing Nami over him. Zoro's face didn't change, minus a tightening in his jaw as Nami shoved the two off the ship. 

Now, after a few glasses of wine, a few that you also indulged in, Nami was mellowed out, now focused completely on you. The polish brush slowly drags along your nails before dipping back into the bottle. 

"Okay, all done!" She beams as she gently places your hands down on the table. "It'll take them a while to dry, so don't move." She sips on her wine, her words more of a demand than a suggestion. 

For a moment, it was quiet, the ship rocking along with the lulling of the waves, making you feel at peace. Slowly, your eyes drifted close as you listened to the sound of seagulls. 

"So--who's your favorite?" 

And then it was all shattered. 

Your eyes shot open, shocked, eyes locking onto the smug looking Nami. She was smiling, but there was a mischief behind it, her eyes staring back at you in expectation, urging you to answer. Your stomach churned at the look on her face, knowing she was leading you down a bad route. You resist the urge to pick at the skin near your nails, nervous. Instead you look away from her, rolling your eyes as you try to play off her strange question. 

"What kinda question is that, huh?" You laugh playfully, a slight wobble in your voice. 

She shrugs her shoulders, giggling as you chew at your lip. She crosses her arms on the table and leans close to you, her face slightly flushed from the alcohol. You take quick looks at her occasionally out of the side of your eyes, trying not to focus on her too hard. 

"What'cha mean, I just wanna know who your favorite is." She tilts her head innocently. You huff, turning away from her more with a shake of your head, hoping she catches the hint. Instead, she only laughs more. Oh, she's drunk isn't she. 

"Oh--let me guess" She says after you turn back to face her, tapping her tapping her chin playfully. "--It's Usopp isn't it, you're always hanging out with him." 

Usopp was great, he was like, your best friend. He always knew how to make you feel comfortable. If you had a dollar for every time he found you at one of those big pirate parties, offering you a water and a place to decompress as he noticed your discomfort like it was his job--well technically you wouldn't be rich because the dollar doesn't have a monetary value in this world, but it's the thought that counts. He made you laugh every day and you're sure you could tell him anything. 

"Usopp acts like he's all that--just cuz he knows you the best" Nami rolls her eyes, her smile becoming a thin line as she speaks. "but he's just like the rest of us." Your brows furrow as you attempt to decipher what that means, but in a second he's speaking again. 

"Or maybe it's Chopper--no, no, it's Jimbie, isn't it?" 

Chopper was so adorable, attached to your hip most of the time, not that you mind. He was always so talkative and worried, ranting nervously to you whenever you got hurt. Once, when you got food poisoning from eating some old soup, Chopper ranted for hours on the dangers of eating spoiled food and how you could be in serious danger. You were better that next morning. Jimbie was also a worrier, always making sure you're on the ship first when coming back from exploring an island and the last one to leave. He'd check up on you throughout the day, and if he wasn't so sweet, you'd find it overbearing. 

"The two of them are a lot though, so maybe...no...how bout Sanji?" 

Sanji was sweet, also overbearing. He always waited to eat breakfast with you, no matter if you slept in or woke up early, he's always made you something to eat, and would even feel a little sad if you didn't wait to eat with him. Once, you caught him scribbling down in a journal when you were eating a snack, hiding it away in embarrassment when you asked about it. When it was your turn to do laundry, you found the journal in his shirt pocket, listing all the food you ate and the nutritional information of each. You've felt strange about eating alone with him ever since. 

"Sanji's too obvious though." She groans at the mere thought of the man. "Zoro's not that better." 

Zoro loved watching the sunset with you, he'd do so usually every night, he'd even get mad when you forgot about it. He was usually the one who kept you safe during battle, at least when Luffy wasn't around you. It was almost like he was a different person when you got hurt, it was basically impossible to stop him after he heard someone be rude or mean to you in a way. You would be flattered if it didn't result in having to clean blood from his clothes. 

"Hmm, there's also Brook." Nami hummed, in her own world as you gaped at her. 

Brook was funny, unintentionally so most of the time. You used to try to teach him about your world's music, giving up shortly after when you realized how much of a task it was. What made Brook so great is that he never made you feel stupid for not knowing something, teaching you about this world like it was nothing, never judging you. 

"But also Robin--" She took yet another sip of wine, making you wonder where she's getting more. 

Robin was very nice, but often made you feel weird. There wasn't anything obvious like Zoro or Sanji, but it was the way she looked at you, almost like she was staring into your soul. Whenever she touched you, it was like she was holding glass, like you were delicate. And her smiles, it made you feel nervous in so many different ways. Sometimes she joked about wanting to eat you up, but more often than not you couldn't tell if she wasn't being serious. 

"--and Franky's like her sidekick." She waved her hand around, her words slurring slightly. 

Franky was so fun, always willing to joke around with you. Sometimes, he'd let you sit on his very large shoulders, letting you see far beyond the horizon. It was nice, but he wasn't afraid to remind you how dangerous this world is. You think it's because he's scared for you, but your heart can't help but beat rapidly as he demanded that you stay on the ship while they went to battle. He just wanted you to be safe. 

"Of course there's Luffy, but he's the Captain so he doesn't count." She said that was an obvious fact. 

Luffy, along with Chopper, was also attached to your hip. He never left you alone, no matter what time it was. You only really got time to yourself when it was bedtime, but every once in a while, he'd wiggle himself next to you, laying right in front of you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, falling asleep in seconds. He never said why, but you could guess. He caught the site of your stomach scar one night, going strangely quiet as you laid down, him moving to be as close as possible, so close you could feel his breath on your face. He was scared, so you didn't say anything as you drifted to sleep. 

Nami didn't say anything afterwards, resting her head on her hand as she gazed out into the water, tired from taking. Her eyes were nearly closed, almost like she was falling asleep.

"But Nami." She looked over at you when you finally spoke up "what about you?" 

In an instant, her face became red, this time because she was flustered. "You're the best navigator I've met!" You kept out the fact that you've never met another navigator before. "You're so sweet, you and Usopp are like--the only normal people on here. It makes me feel happy knowing you'll always have my back, even when you're scared. You fight for me, even when it's impossible, and it reminds me that I'm worth something--you know? You're really easy to like, you just radiate a sort of energy that makes you so fun to be around, it's why I love hanging out with you, even when you're busy." You say like it was easy, Nami covering her face as it glows red. You might not have a favorite, but you'll make sure Nami knows you care about her. You don't know if it was the alcohol talking, but you just kept going. "Like when you showed me all the maps you made, they were amazing, the crew and I wouldn't be the same without you!" You smile as Nami sinks into her chair, silent, with her facing covering her hands.

You eventually look down at your nails, noticing they're dry. "Oh--look Nami, my nails look so nice." You shove your hands close to her, the red-head looking at you through her fingers. 

"They look beautiful, (Y/n)." You pout slightly as you notice her looking at your face. 

"You're not even looking at the nails."

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A/n: We love Yapper Nami

loofe looking for beetles :3

Synopsis: Luffy can't help himself and the night turns into something hotter than the open fire crackling just feet away. Pairing: Luffy x afab! reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI. handjobs, p in v sex, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, Luffy goes kinda wild ngl • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

The glow of the crackling fire bathed the room in a much-needed warmth, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows across the walls. You were nestled in Luffy’s lap with a large blanket thrown around you both, his arms wound loosely around your waist as you leaned into him, taking in as much warmth as you could on this frigid day.

Luffy’s chin perched lazily on your shoulder, his breath soft against your ear, the heat of it tickling your skin. His fingers traced aimless patterns along your sides, the absentminded caress making your skin tingle. You savored the moments of silence like these and sunk deeper into the comfort of his embrace. 

But the calm didn’t last long. You felt it first: a subtle shift of his hips beneath you. You ignored it in the beginning, attributing the action to Luffy just being his usual, restless self. But then the second time it happened, the pressure was more deliberate as his pelvis, and what you quickly made out to be his erection, ground up into you not so subtly. 

Your lips curved into a smirk as you tilted your head, side-eyeing him with a raised brow. “Luffy,” you said, your tone accusatory. “Are you grinding on me?” 

The straightforward question had the man freeze below you as a sheepish grin pulled at his lips. “Uh… maybe?” he offered, his hips giving another unintentional nudge against you. “Sorry,” he added, though he didn’t sound apologetic at all. His hands slid to grip your waist as he adjusted himself, but the movement only planted his erection more firmly against you. “Can’t help it.”

A soft laugh bubbled from you, and you decided to take matters into your own hands– literally. You shifted, turning and shifting so you were now straddling him. That wide grin and unrepentant gaze that faced right back at you confirmed that he wasn’t even remotely apologetic. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, and a flush spread across his cheeks that had nothing to do with the fire. 

“Can’t help it, huh?” you murmured, your voice teasing as your hand slid down his stomach. The heat from the fire was nothing compared to the heat of his skin searing your fingertips. His grin faltered for a moment, his lips parting as your hand slid lower, fingers grazing the warm, taut skin just beneath his waistband.

The moment your hand wrapped around him, a strangled sound tore from his throat, raw and restrained. His cock pulsed in your palm, hot and thick. “S-shit…” he choked out, his wide eyes locking onto yours, pupils blown with desire. His hips jerked upward, a needy response that made you giggle softly at his lack of control. 

“Shh,” you teased, glancing over your shoulder, your voice a whisper of conspiratorial delight, “You’re so loud, Luffy.” 

“I–” Whatever defense he had died on his lips, replaced by a guttural groan as your hand began to move. Your thumb brushed over his tip, smearing the sticky precum there, and his fingers dug into your hips as if to ground himself. “You started it,” he accused breathlessly.

You leaned closer, your lips ghosting over his in a featherlight touch that made his breath stutter. “I don’t think that’s how it happened,” you replied, voice dripping with a faux innocence as your strokes grew firmer, your hand coaxing more of those desperate sounds from him. 

Luffy’s head tipped back and his beloved hat slipped from his head, landing somewhere behind him. He was a mess of flushed skin and labored breaths, his chest rising and falling as little whimpers and groans spilled from him without restraint. His hands wandered, restless and eager, roaming over your body, squeezing your thighs, gliding up your sides, cupping your breasts. He kneaded at the soft flesh through your top, murmuring “feels so good” in a lust-heavy voice as he pressed his forehead to yours. 

You couldn’t resist, leaning forward to kiss him, your lips moving against his with the same slow, teasing rhythm as your hand. His moans melted into your mouth, his hips jerking beneath you as he sought more, always more.

“Don’t stop” he panted, the plea escaping against your lips, his voice trembling with desperation. His head tipped back once more and you took the moment to kiss along the column of his throat, your teeth grazing his skin just enough to pull a shudder from him, his breath stuttering as he clung to you tighter.

The firelight cast a glow over his sweat-slicken skin, his body taut with the anticipation of release. “I’m so close,” he gasped, voice strained as his hands clutched at your hips. You didn’t let up, your strokes growing faster as you felt him twitch in your hand. His moans turned into broken cries, his body tensing as he finally spilled over, hips bucking wildly against your hand as the warm spurts of his release shot up between the two of you coating your hand. A stray rope landed on your face, leaving a streak across your lips and landing just beside your eye. 

As Luffy’s breathing slowed, the haze of pleasure faded just enough for him to realize the mess he’d made. His dark eyes, still heavy-lidded with lust, locked onto the streak glistening near your eye and the smear across your lips. He muttered a ‘sorry’ and reached out with trembling fingers, swiping at the streak near your eye.

He leaned in, pressing a slow but intoxicating kiss to your lips. The taste of salt and musk mingled with the fire’s smoky warmth and sent a shiver up your spine. His tongue traced your lower lip, sweeping up the remnants, and the intimacy of the act left your breath hitching and your heart pounding. 

He pulled back only slightly, resting his forehead against yours as his hands found your waist. “I want more,” he murmured, his voice deeper now. His erection was still impossibly hard and pressing against your thigh, and the knowing gleam in his eyes made it clear-- Luffy wasn’t anywhere near finished. 

He captured your lips again, the kiss deeper now, turning hungrier, more desperate. His hands roamed your body, groping and tugging as if he couldn’t get enough of you. The blanket slipped from your shoulders as he wrestled with your clothes, his fingers clumsy but determined as he pulled at the fabric. His shorts were kicked off in one swift motion, and he practically tore your top in his haste, leaving you bare before him. 

“So pretty,” he muttered, his gaze devouring every inch of exposed skin. His hands slid down your thighs, pulling you closer. With you still on top, he slid one hand between your legs, his fingers slipping into your slick heat. 

The first touch pulled a gasp from you, your hands clutching his shoulders for balance. His movements were eager but imprecise, his fingers searching for the right rhythm, the right spots to press, as he watched your face for guidance. “Like this?” he asked, voice tinged with anticipation as he curled his fingers experimentally. 

You let out a soft moan, your hips rolling against his hand. “F-fuck, right there,” you breathed out, guiding his hand with yours. He caught on quickly, his fingers stroking and pressing in ways that had you gasping and trembling. 

But Luffy was impatient, his need overriding his desire to take his time. His fingers slipped out, earning a whine from you, and before you could protest, he was already grabbing your hips, positioning you over him. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and his hands trembled slightly as he guided you down onto him. 

The stretch was immediate and intense, a gasp tearing from your lips as he filled you inch by inch. His head fell back, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he gripped your hips tightly. “Feels… so good,” he panted, his voice breaking as he thrust up into you, seating himself fully inside. He didn’t wait long to move, his hips snapping upward in a frantic rhythm that had you bouncing atop him. 

Luffy’s hands gripped your hips with a desperate intensity as he slammed upward into you with unrestrained force. Each thrust was harder and faster than the last, the raw need in him pushing past every barrier of control. The sharp sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, mingling with your ragged gasps and the desperate little whimpers that spilled from your lips.

You clung to him, your nails digging crescents into his shoulders as the heat in your core spiraled out of control. Your body trembling beneath him with every brutal thrust. “Luffy,,,ahh, f-fuck…” You couldn’t even form full sentences, your thoughts lost in the fog of desire and the overwhelming force of his movements. 

“Feels so good,” Luffy groaned, his voice thick with need, hoarse with the exertion of every thrust into you. His hands moved to your waist, forcing you to stay in place as he worked his hips with a mindless urgency. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide, and his body just as hot as the fire cracking just mere feet away as he pounded into you with an almost feverish pace.  

His movements grew more erratic, more frantic, as though he could no longer hold himself back. You felt his hips lift slightly, a small adjustment, before he lurched forward, forcing you onto your back. Your breath caught in your throat as the angle changed, the shift in position deepening the connection, hitting new spots that had you crying out in pleasure, your body unable to keep up with the onslaught of sensations. 

“Luffy–!” the words broke off into a strangled gasp as he began to pound into you from this new angle, pushing you further into the ground. His thrusts seemed to reach deeper and deeper into you, cramping at the very edges of your sanity. 

You were a mess beneath him, a babbling, incoherent mess as he ravished you. Your hands found his biceps, but they had no strength to push him away– only to pull him closer, desperate for more. You couldn’t think, couldn’t form a single coherent thought. All you could do was feel– feel the fire blooming in your veins, the pressure mounting between your legs, the unstoppable force of him pushing you past your limits. 

His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a primal hunger, and for a moment, you thought he might lose himself entirely. His hips surged into you again and again, his body vibrating with the force of his thrusts, his breath shallow and strained as he neared the edge. 

“I want you… I need you so much…” His words were broken, desperate, as if he was trying to ground himself amongst the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. 

You felt him falter, his thrusts somehow increasing in intensity. Your body trembled beneath him, the pressure inside of you reaching its peak. His hips stuttered before he buried himself to the hilt, groaning your name, body shaking as he finally was thrown over the edge, flooding you with the heat of his release. His body jerked with every pulse, his grip tightening around you as he lost himself completely in the feeling. 

You followed right behind him, the pleasure consuming your being as your body arched up, your breath coming through in sharp gasps. You cried out his name, the sound lost in the sensations that were overtaking you, your body trembling with each pulse of release that rolled through you, unraveling you completely. Your thoughts scattered, drowned out by the intensity of it all as you were left a breathless, shaking, trembling mess beneath him.

Luffy’s body remained pressed against yours for a moment, his breath ragged, but the moment the sharp pulse of pleasure finally started to ebb, he didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. Before you could even draw in a full breath, he pulled out of you with a strained whimper, his hands gripping your hips to keep you anchored beneath him. 

Without warning, he lifted up you up, positioning you with an ease as though you weighed nothing to him. The shift was sudden and harsh, but there was a heat in his eyes that told you he wasn’t even close to being finished with you. 

He moved quickly, not allowing you a single moment to recover. His mouth descended on you with a brutal hunger, his lips parting to press against your sensitive skin. His tongue flicked over you, each swipe, each suck of your sensitive nub, a hot, wet tease that had you jolting, gasping for air as your body trembled beneath him. His grunts of satisfaction and pleasure vibrated against your core as he desperately lapped at you, licking up every remnant of what he left inside of you to make room for more. You were still reeling from your previous release, your body shaking from the aftershocks, but Luffy pushed you back to the edge with every ravenous stroke, his mouth devouring you like a man starved. 

The whine that escaped you was involuntary, torn from your throat as your body quivered under the weight of his touch. It was too much, too good, too overwhelming, and yet you didn’t want it to end. Every flick of his tongue made you tremble, your hands digging into his hair to hold onto something, anything, as he continued to push you beyond the point of no return. 

His lips pulled away for just a second, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he looked up at you, eyes dark with desire, lips glistening with your combined releases. “You taste so good,” he muttered, a devilish grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. “So fucking good.”

And his mouth was back on you as if he couldn’t get enough of you. “Luffy, p-please… I can’t take anymore–!” you gasped, barely able to speak. 

His eyes burned with satisfaction at the mess you’ve become, and if it wasn’t clear before, it is certainly clear now: Luffy wouldn’t stop until you are completely and utterly ruined. 

Fanboy

Pairing: Law x Reader

NSFW

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

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

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

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

“He’s shy.”

“He gets embarrassed easily.”

“He’s worried about the power gap.”

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

“Yelling is how he shows his affection.”

And of course, your personal favorite.

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

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

“Why not?”

“Look at him!”

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

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

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

“Her pining for Captain.”

“Ah.”

You huff. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sigh. “Is it you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, yeah.”

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

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

His eyes narrow.

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

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

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

“I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You dream of him, as you always seem to.

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

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

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

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

Yours shoot open.

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

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

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

“Are you heading downstairs?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

No voice calls you inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

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

He’s been writing smut.

Really good smut, honestly.

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

“What are you doing in here?”

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

“Hi Captain!”

“...Hi.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Captain–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you trying to embarrass your captain?”

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

“Answer me.”

“You’re so close.”

He pauses.

He blinks.

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

He couldn’t…

Could he?

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

“Uh–pretty far.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t answer.

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

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

“That you think I’m beautiful?”

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

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

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

He didn’t deny it.

“And it’s…great porn, honestly.”

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

“What do you mean?”

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

“Does it need to?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blink. “You would?”

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

“Right.”

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

“Yes, Captain.”

“Law.”

“What?”

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

“Yes, Law.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Law! Yes!”

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

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

Until his fingers leave you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, yes.”

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

“Yes, god, please.”

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

And then another.

And another.

“Law?”

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

“Please, Law.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They are?”

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

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

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

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

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Insomnia

Pairing: Zoro x Reader, platonic Strawhats & Reader

SFW

Summary: You find yourself unable to sleep, and all of your friends are determined to help. Unfortunately, nothing seems to work...until you find yourself in the lap of a certain swordsman. Warnings: Just Extreme Fluff! Word Count: ~3k Crossposted from Ao3

You were exhausted.

It had started slowly. You began to take a little longer to fall asleep and wake up just a touch earlier, spending days with your thoughts just a bit fuzzy around the edges, eyes a little unfocused in quieter moments, but nothing severe.

Then you started waking up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep no matter how long you closed your eyes and laid there, praying for relief. You would instead wander around the ship, find ways to make yourself busy, making conversation with whoever was on night watch. You pretended not to notice the quiet concern on the crew’s faces when they all spoke and realized you had been awake to speak with each of them at 4am for the last week.

And now, you have given up on sleeping entirely, staring at the ceiling of your quarters with no sign of sleep’s embrace at all. No matter what you tried, it wouldn’t come. You can already see sunlight begin to shine under the door. Your friends are stirring, and you can already smell the breakfast Sanji’s making this morning. Another night of restlessness. You can barely force yourself out of your cot, but there isn’t a point in staying. It won’t help. You drag yourself to the deck, feet shuffling and face scowling.

“Still can’t sleep?” You don’t notice Usopp until he speaks, and you look up to see him up on the railing, fishing pole in hand, face flooded with pity and concern.

“No.” You try desperately to keep from snapping, knowing it isn’t his fault, isn’t anyone’s, but the best you can do is keep your voice flat and your words short. He winces a little at your tone, but he doesn’t comment. Instead he ponders you quietly, before seemingly coming to a decision.

“Do you want help?”

“Help how?”

“Help falling asleep! From the great Captain Usopp!” He puts on a silly wide and smug smile, but you can still see the worry in his eyes. He probably doesn’t even have any ideas yet, he just wants to help in any way he can.

“I would try almost anything at this point. What’re you thinking?”

He lets out a smug little laugh. “I knew you’d want my help! I don’t know if you know this, but I’m the greatest storyteller in all the seas.” He gives you a conspiratorial grin. “I bet you I can tell you a bedtime story that’ll send you to dreamland before you know it!”

You consider it. Usopp is an amazing storyteller, of course. You’ve never heard him tell a single tale that wouldn’t hook you enough to keep you awake, but maybe he’s just never tried. “Alright. I’ll come get you tonight—”

“Tonight? You’ll probably die by then! We’re gonna do this now, and you can sleep the entire day!” He grabs your hand, dragging you back to the bunks. You pass a few of your other friends on their way out, and while Zoro and Nami give you strange looks, they don’t comment. Just before the door closes, you see Sanji’s head pop out of the kitchen you call everyone in, and his eyes shift to you in confusion.

The door slams with a definitive sounding thunk, and Usopp’s hands push you onto your cot. He tucks you in with surprisingly practiced hands, before saying, “Alright. Get ready for the best sleep of your life!” He clears his throat dramatically. “Once upon a time, the great Captain Usopp—”

“—the end! …Nothing, huh? Not even for a second?” You flick open an eye to see disappointment on poor Usopp’s face. His tale had continued for at least an hour, with several dozen twists and turns as he tried to stretch it out until you finally started snoring, but you were as horribly, devastatingly awake as ever.

“Not even a wink. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, you're not the one who failed.” His shoulders slump a little. “I really thought that would work.”

You sit up to pat this hand comfortingly. “You didn’t fail, Usopp. I’m just…cursed. Probably. By God.” His stomach grumbles, and you suddenly remember he skipped breakfast to help you. “We should probably eat something.”

“Probably.” He looks so dejected it makes your chest ache a little.

“It’s okay, Usopp. Really.”

He doesn’t respond, getting up to head to the kitchen as you trail behind him. Everyone else has finished eating, half of the crew having already left, with only Sanji, Robin, and Nami chatting quietly over the table. There’s a plate set and ready, food growing cold, and you feel a flash of guilt knowing it was for you.

“Oh, my dear, you’re finally here! I was getting worried. I can fix you a new plate—here—” Sanji shoves the cold plate into Usopp’s hands. “I’ll throw something better together, just you wait!” Before you can even respond, he’s back to the kitchen, busying himself with making you something else.

“Are you alright? You look rather…” Robin trails off, clearly looking for and failing to find any words to describe your current state that wouldn’t be horribly offensive. 

“Awful.” Nami finishes for her, firmly but not without pity. “Are you still having trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah. I haven’t slept in at least 48 hours.”

“Oh my god.” Nami’s mouth hangs open a little, having not realized the full scope of your issues. Her face is painted with concern. “Are you…alright?”

“Not really.”

“You still can’t sleep?” Sanji calls out in concern over his shoulder, his knife still chopping away. “Do you want me to make you some tea? It might help.”

“Is it chamomile? I’ve tried that already.”

“It has chamomile in it, but that isn’t the only part. Valerian root, passionflower, and a couple extra things. I can’t guarantee it’ll fix your problem but it might help. I made it for Franky once and he fell asleep right at the table.” There’s no small measure of pride in his voice at that.

“I’m open to anything, at this point. Would you make me a cup?”

“Of course, dear!” His voice gets soft and honeyed the way it always does when he speaks to you, and after a new plate is placed in front of you he rushes off to the pantry to find the ingredients he needs.

Robin looks over you consideringly. “If that doesn’t work, why don’t you try reading? I always find winding down with a book helps.”

“Maybe. Usopp told me a story and it didn’t end up working, but reading it myself could be different.”

Nami taps her chin with her fingers, pondering. “Do you want to use aromatherapy, too? I have some lavender we could spray on your pillow. That might help too.”

“We can throw whatever spaghetti at the wall you want, I just want something to stick. I’m not picky.”

And with that the girls were off to grab their chosen items, while Usopp silently scarfed down cold eggs and tried to bandage his wounded pride. Sanji is humming a song you don’t recognize as the kettle whistles, and he expertly prepares your cup of tea. He’s sneaking glances over at you, probably lost in a daydream where he saves you from your horrible insomnia and you fall madly in love with him in return. Honestly? If he manages, you might. Any hero that saves you from this is worth considering.

As soon as the mug of tea is placed in your hands, Sanji’s fingers seemingly deliberately brushing against yours, you’re ushered back to your cot, where Nami, Robin, Brook, and Franky are waiting. You have no idea when this turned into a group activity, but sure. Why not?

“I thought some soothing music might help. A lullaby, maybe?” Brook’s voice is soothing and soft, like he’s already trying to lull you to sleep.

“And I brought a white noise machine as a backup! Thought you might like it.” Franky’s voice is as gentle as his natural boom can be.

Your eyes flick between them, then back to Nami, who’s unnaturally focused on fluffing your pillows and adding extra blankets to your cot, making it look the most inviting it ever has. “Are you gonna charge me for those?”

“No! …Probably not.” Her grin is mischievous.

“Honestly, if you get me to sleep, I’ll pay whatever you—”

“Woah! Don’t make any promises you can’t keep. She’ll keep you to that.” Franky’s voice is filled with brotherly concern. “Nami, don’t pay attention to that. Anyone that tired has no idea what they’re saying.”

“I wouldn’t actually take payment for this! I’m not a monster.” Her last punch to your pillow has a bit of extra force behind it, her irritation clear.

Before they can continue bantering, Brook begins playing a tune on his violin, bringing the rest of you to silence. Your hands are wrapped around your warm mug of tea, a book chosen by Robin open in front of you while you sip. The smell of lavender is strong enough to have flooded the room. Franky clicks a button on his little machine and the sounds of spring rain washes over all of you. Your shoulders relax, a soft smile slipping onto your face, but your eyes are no closer to closing. Even when Sanji comes in to take your mug away, the warmth long faded, or when Brook’s finger bones grow tired and his song comes to an end, or when the snores of your friends start to fill the room, you do not sleep. You feel no closer than you were an hour ago when this started, no closer than you were this morning when Usopp had tucked you in. You honestly feel like you’ll never sleep again.

It isn’t until noon that you finally give up, having finished half of the book that Robin lent to you. The smell of lavender had started to fade an hour ago. You carefully step over Franky and Brook passed out on the floor, your eyes wandering over to Nami and Robin sleeping peacefully on vacant cots. You try to be glad this worked for somebody, but you can’t help a bitter sort of jealousy brewing in your chest. Why do they get relief when they aren’t even suffering? Why is it only you who has to feel this weight dragging you down?

You try to stalk past Luffy, pouting all the while, but your captain catches you by the wrist with a rubbery hand. “Are you okay?”

You huff. “I’m never going to sleep again.”

“That sucks.”

You blink at him blankly.

He blinks back.

“I’m just having trouble sleeping. Not, like, literally.”

“Oh.”

“It sucks.”

“Yeah.” He hums, pressing his lips together in thought. You can practically see the lightbulb above his head when he has his idea, his eyes brightening and smile widening. “Oh, I’ve got it!” He pulls you along with him, dragging you quickly further onto the deck before you’re unceremoniously shoved forward, stumbling over your legs and landing on something firm and warm.

“Bwuh?” Your eyes flick up to see Zoro bathed in sunlight, his good eye just barely open, a yawn forcing his mouth open wide. “What’s goin’ on?”

“You’re good at sleeping!” He gives a wide grin. “Help ‘em!” And without elaborating he just…runs off to do god knows what, satisfied that he has somehow solved the problem.

Zoro’s eye focuses on you questioningly, but before you can explain, you suddenly become intensely aware of your position. You’re in his lap, face pressed into his thighs, your chest pressed into his lower legs. You both stare at each other, wide-eyed, unsure on what to say or how to say it.

“You comfortable down there?” His voice is even, but he’s betrayed by the hint of pink on his cheeks.

“I—um. I’m…fine.” You wince at the shake in your voice. You can feel heat spreading from the tips of your ears down to your neck, and you hope it isn’t as noticeable as it feels. The smirk on his face shows it probably is.

“Oh yeah?” He gives a quiet laugh. “You’re welcome to stay.” Despite his own embarrassment, he radiates smugness. That’s Zoro for you—ever the strategist, he finds whatever upper hand he can get and uses it to corner his opponent. He’s looking at you like a cat does a mouse, and you really do feel like prey. You instinctively go to hide your face from him, only to find your nose brushing against his thigh. He chuckles. “Oh, getting cozy, that’s good. I guess you’re in for the long haul.”

You flush even further, and with your voice muffled against his leg, you manage to protest. “I’m having a bad enough time without you bullying me, Zoro.”

“This isn’t bullying. C’mon, I’ve seen how you fight, you’re tougher than that. You normally don’t back down that easily.” His hand ruffles your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “What’s got you so down?”

You whine quietly. “I haven’t slept in days, and I haven’t slept well in weeks. I feel like I’m dying.”

His energy immediately changes, eyes and smile softening into something more genuine. “Doesn’t sound fun. And Luffy thought I could help you with that?”

“I guess.”

“What have you tried?”

“Everything. Counting sheep, bedtime stories, warm drinks, lavender—”

“Bedtime stories?” His voice is teetering on teasing again.

“Usopp’s idea.”

“What, did he tuck you in too?”

You go quiet.

“Wait, really?” He sounds well and truly baffled.

“It was actually kind of nice,” you mumble. 

If you didn’t know better you would think Zoro was pouting. His eye is a bit narrowed, his mouth in a flat line, bottom lip slightly jutted out. “Oh yeah? Well it didn’t work, did it? So you had to come to me for help.”

His hands grab your shoulders, pulling you up so you’re sitting instead of laying on his lap, your face directly pressed into his chest. You can hear his heartbeat below it, not exactly rapid but certainly betraying him, letting you know this situation is affecting him just like it’s affecting you. His arms wrap around you, and when he speaks, you can feel the rumble of his voice radiate through his chest and into you. “And now you’re gonna sit here with me, you’re gonna fall asleep before you know it, and the rest of those fools will have to accept that only I could give you what you need.” He pulls you impossibly closer, snugly tucking you into him and leaning back to pull you down to the deck with him.

“Someone’s a little jealous, huh?”

He scoffs. “Why would I be? Who’re you laying on right now, huh?” His hand grips your hip as if proving a point. “Go to sleep already, you need it.”

“What, you think this is all it takes? Cuddling?” Even as you say it, you break into a yawn, and your eyes begin to droop. His presence is comforting, and between his body heat and the gentle warmth of the sunlight, you can feel yourself beginning to fade. Your vision is too blurry to see his cocky grin, but you know it’s there all the same.

“Yeah, I do. Now get some rest.” You barely hear his response over the calming sound of his heartbeat. Your breathing slows, and before you know it, you’re sleeping for the first time in what feels like years.

After you’ve fallen asleep, he takes his time to observe you. The way your hair shines in the sunlight, the way your mouth parts slightly when you snore, the way your body feels so natural and right against his. His hand rubs a soothing circle into your back while you rest, and you make a soft noise of contentment that he can’t help but smile at. You look so beautiful like this, so small and soft and fragile. Something to care for. Something to protect. It feels right to have you in his arms, right against him, where he can keep you safe. 

He wonders if you’d be willing to do this all the time, though he’d rather die than ask. He has his pride. Maybe you’ll come to him, wide eyed and wanting, next time you struggle to fall asleep. Maybe you’ll ask in that shy little voice if he’d be willing to help you, in the way only he can, and all he’ll have to do is open his arms for you to fall into. Maybe he’ll have more days and nights like these, with the comforting weight of another in his bed. What an idea.

He wonders what you might give him in thanks. One of those breathtaking smiles, surely. A hug, perhaps. It wouldn’t be more than this, pressed together, but the idea of you initiating it, of it being a deliberate choice on your part, makes his heart beat a little faster. He imagines you throwing your arms around him of your own volition, no captain shoving you forward. He imagines those arms moving around his neck instead, pulling him closer so you can press your lips onto his. He imagines how soft they’d be, and how desperate you would be to feel his own. He imagines you wanting him in a dozen different ways, each unique, each better than the last. He imagines calling you his, and you calling him yours in return.

He falls asleep to the idea of a shared life, a shared bed, a shared heart. When the crew finally stumbles out of their naps, they find the two of you on deck, intertwined, a tangle of limbs that seems all but impossible to separate. You’re both snoring softly, smiles on your faces, and they can’t bear to wake you. You seem like you’re having very sweet dreams.

Ravenous

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Synopsis: Luffy is hungry, and he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He doesn’t care where it happens, how it happens, or what exactly happens - all he cares about is the who and when. The who is you, and the when is right now and until his hunger is fully satisfied.

Warnings: Luffy x afab!reader, established relationship, no gendered terms used, NSFW, smut, overstim, Luffy is hungry, Luffy is eating, Luffy is persuasive, Luffy is dominant - do not read if you are not fond of Luffy in this way, afab!reader, without plot, no penetration, oral afab!reader receiving, MDNI it's not meant for you.

Notes: This is a gift for my moot-wife, @sordidmusings. In light of the post directly below this one, this is without much plot at all.

Tag List: @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @cinnbar-bun @vespidphoenix @i-am-vita @sexc-snail @since-im-already-here sssssssorry...

Fingers absentmindedly sought out the scalp of your captain, his head reclining in your lap, his straw-hat lying beside you both while enjoying the mild heat of the afternoon. You hummed a small melody, joining your other hand in his dark curls and tugging lightly on a few key locks. You soothed his skin, fingers circling down and massaging the scruff of his neck and behind his ears. 

As you both sat on the top deck of The Sunny, enjoying the cries of gulls and crashing waves against the wooden hull, you felt the creak of wooden slates dipping slowly as Luffy turned in your lap. Placing his hands on the floor, his knees rising beneath him to hoist his body up: he slowly stalked towards you. Before you even turned your head to acknowledge this change in demeanor, you knew the sight that was awaiting you. When he prowled that slowly toward you, he was a beast consumed with a lust that was truly insatiable. 

He was ravenous.

There was nothing you could do about him when he got in this mood but take what you were given, with a smile on your face and a hot flush swelling in your cheeks. You elected not to look at him, angling your face away as he prowled on all fours towards you across the wooden planks lining the floor beneath you.

“Luffy,” you shot him in a warning tone, “We’re on the deck.” You heard a soft humming melody from the kitchen, along with a small stream of cigarette smoke wafting from the kitchen bay window. A clack of bolts and powders shifted from a metal cylinder into a glass orb, Usopp’s latest craft being siphoned into a bolt.

“Don’t care,” he growled in a feral growl, his hot breath tickling at your shoulder as his grabby hands pulled at the hemline of your shirt, “‘M hungry.” A clatter of a porcelain teacup meeting its dish had your attention splitting over to the tangerine grove aboard the ship, a wisp of Robin’s ebony hair blowing in the gentle breeze and reflecting the risen sun. 

“Luffy,” you again uttered, shifting your body away from his and scuttling over to the mast, “Someone will see.” A small coughed grunt littered the air, a rumbly snore following as Zoro rolled onto his side: blissfully and soundly slumbering while basking in the sun. 

“Hungry,” he repeated, his arms surrounding your shoulders and caging you against the base of the crowsnest. You squeaked as his lips connected to the exposed point of your neck. A trail of desperate nips, licks, and bites littered your collar, pulse and jaw. 

“Luffy,” a breathy call of his name pricked his ears and encouraged him to continue peppering your body with insatiable kisses. “Luffy, somewhere else. Anywhere else. Please, Lu.”

“No, ‘please, Lu’,” he taunted, his lips curling into a taunting smile as he continued to consume your flesh, “Please, you. Need you. Please, please.” His mocking chant growled at you, “‘M so hungry.” The way his lips hummed against your throat, the way his eyelashes fluttered into your skin, every aspect of his insatiable touch shot sparks into your flesh and raised your follicles to stand alert in anticipation. 

When Luffy said he was “hungry,” like this, you knew it was never a hunger for food. Although his appetite for meat was vast, when he said “hungry,” in this tone, what he truly meant was: “hungry for you.” 

“Lower decks?” you breathily sighed at him, his lips curling in contact further against your skin, “Bedroom, bathroom, the map room, Lu,” you listed, inching away from him in a last ditch effort to halt his advance, “Anywhere, but here.” 

Luffy hissed out a dark chuckle into your neck, nuzzling the flesh with his nose and grinning into your throat. He pressed a chaste kiss against the center of your throat before rising to his feet, hoisting you into the air, and throwing you over his shoulder. 

“Knew ya’d see it my way,” Luffy chuckled, his palm meeting swiftly against your ass cheek in a crisp clap before pawing at the flesh below, “I’m gonna eat ‘ya until you’re all dopey in the head,” his chuckle grew darker, his voice lowering in that feral rumble you knew meant trouble. 

“You’re gonna sit back and take it until I say you’re done,” his tone turned serious the longer he walked below decks, kicking the door to crew quarters open with his heel, “Gonna’ have ‘ya regrettin’ stopping me and makin’ me wait.” 

As soon as the door clicked behind you, your clothes were flung from your body and piled in careless heaps on the floor. Your body was flung onto the mattress, Luffy’s arms hooking over your thighs and raking you down to the bed where his famished lips awaited you. 

He was ravenous.

Your left hand clapped over your lips, your eyes widening almost beyond their natural capacity, and pupils going black as your world came crashing down around you. Your toes curled, thighs shaking and caging Luffy’s head deep against your gushing pussy, writhing and squirming against his face as his tongue greedily lapped your glistening core. 

Luffy was a messy eater, a common feat he wore as a badge of honor each time he ate like this. If his face was not covered by your slickened arousal from the sheer number of times he had you whimpering and sobbing for him, he would not stop until it was. 

Lips, nose, tongue, chin and teeth were bobbing, weaving and slobbering over your throbbing cunt. Your stiff clit was prodded, sucked, nosed at, rubbed, and licked: Luffy’s saliva mixing with your slick juices and coating his face and your thighs with its sheen. As he paid attention to your quivering entrance, pistoning his moist muscle in and out with the precision you had seen showcased with his heavy punches in battle, he growled into your core. 

“L-Luffy p-please. No more, please,” you begged him, writhing and grinding against his head in an attempt to pull away. His arms caged you in, feeling the way your walls gripped and beckoned him in with its throbbing and squeezing. 

“Nuh-Uh,” his muffled voice taunted you, his lips open and mouth wide as he slurped and bobbed his head. Luffy’s eyes rolled back as another wave of your arousal snapped, an orgasm coaxed and ripped from your body with a particularly sloppy circle of his tongue over your aching bud. He continued rolling his tongue, repeating that movement as you screamed his name. 

He was ravenous.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping onto the curled locks and holding his face against your throbbing core as your hole clenched in an attempt to draw in further contact. It was hypnotizing Luffy with its rhythmic summoning, calling his name in a beckoning chant of fluttering walls as waves of release washed over your body. 

After fully riding through your high, your body fell limp in his arms. Each part of you felt empty of substance: your lungs, your mind, your pussy - everything numb and dumb of all thoughts as the hazy fog swelled throughout your afterglow. 

“One more, ‘kay? One more and I’m done,” Luffy panted, his eyes dark with his pupils black to cover his caramel orbs, “Just one more,” he kissed at your thigh, “I need one more from you. Just one more, and I’ll be all full.” You had no energy to move your lips, no air in your lungs to form words as you felt him maneuver your body up onto the bed further. He flipped you over, ass up and shoulders firm against the mattress as he dove in behind you. 

He slunk you down into the bed, hooking his arms around your ass beneath your thighs, as he rocked you against his face from behind. Laying his torso down onto the bed, his clothed cock made twitching contact against the mattress as he felt your walls flutter around him. He moaned into your pussy, thrusting his tongue into your entrance while using his chin to stimulate your clit. 

You couldn’t take much more, exhaustion hanging over you as no words strung into cohesive sentences. Babbling his name, mewling and keening for him, as he ate you from his position behind your body, had tears prick at the corners of your eyes and threaten to spill through another release. Your body responded almost against your will, your aching cunt rocking against his chin as his tongue fucked into you. 

Luffy’s ravenous appetite was insatiable, him eating at the sweetest nectar he had ever sampled while subconsciously rutting into the mattress at each drag of his tongue against your walls. You cried for him, shoulders shaking as you felt the tight swell within your stomach threaten to teeter over the edge again. Your brain fog had each moment seeming as if it were to be your last as Luffy spat and slobbered against you. 

His deep growls vibrated through your walls, his soft hum hitching as his knob ground beneath him. His precum beaded at the slit of his cock, his veins throbbing and velvetty shaft desperately thrashing and grinding against the mattress as he felt you near your release. You whimpered for him, hands gripping the fabric of the mattress and squeezing the material hard enough for it to fray. 

“L-Luffy I-I-... ngmm-a-ahhh-... I-I’m g-g-,” you couldn’t make it through your sentence, lightning striking within your stomach as you ground against his face. Your toes curled and legs shook with every radiant shock sourced from your clit to your spine, stomach, eyelashes and down your legs. You gushed in his face, mixing your arousal with his saliva connecting to his tongue in hot strings. 

Moaning into your fluttering walls, Luffy’s cock wept through his shorts as hot ropes of sticky cum shot through his throbbing slit. His eyes rolled back at the taste of your cunt, propelling a long and encumbering orgasm to shudder through his own body. He ground his understimulated cock against the bed, shifting and stuttering through his orgasm as he held onto the flesh of your ass more. 

As you both rode through your bliss, Luffy licked another stripe along your overstimulated walls, a flutter from your entrance enticed him to kitten-lick another small kiss against your bud. Flipping you onto your back, he was mesmerized by your flushed cheeks and puffed lips, bruised by the amount of times you stifled your more violent cries within your mouth. 

“O-One more?” Luffy asked, kissing your thighs and nodding against your groin, “One more, okay? Just one. One more and I’m done.” His dark eyes glowed up at you, his face coated with the glistening sheen of your arousal smearing over his lips, nose, cheeks and chin. His greedy smile rose against his damp cheeks as your hands reached for his, lacing your fingers in between each of his digits. 

He couldn’t get enough. He loved you like this. His appetite sprung up once more, leaning down and beginning the slow and sensual roll of his tongue against your body: consuming more of your essence until he drank his fill and stifled his hunger.  He was ravenous.

headroom (nsfw)

zoro x fem!reader

in which you and zoro take a moment to slip away

wc: 1.1k cw: closet sex, sweet n soft zoro, kinda?primal zoro, zoro in love an: hello!!!!!!!!!

masterlist | kofi

It's rare to get some privacy at sea. Between the comings and goings of any normal day aboard the ship it's unlikely to have a moment to breathe your own air – let alone any chance of true privacy.

So sometimes it's forced. 

All it takes is your eyes meeting that makes Zoro act. With most of the others topside, he takes his chance to wander over toward you. 

Zoro's palm falls to your shoulder as you look up to smile at him, and he feels his cheeks warm, though he thinks you may be feigning the look of soft curiosity that comes with it. His thumb traces a random pattern into the back of your neck – a small gesture that brings a much bigger proposition. 

Let's get out of here.

Your confirmation comes with a nod of your head, and – faster than he can remember – he finds himself locked away with you in one of the lower, lesser used utility closets below deck atop a pair of crates that work as a makeshift stool.  

Zoro’s hands trail up the warmth of your back as you straddle his lap, and while his touch could never be as gentle as yours, he presses his fingertips into your bare flesh as tenderly as he can. His grip is firm, but delicate – handling you as if something easily breakable and not because he thinks he has to, but because he wants to. 

You pull away from him, granting the both of you some air. Your lips are already curled into a relaxed smile, and before he can return it you lean in again to begin kissing along his jawline. Zoro's eye flutters shut, his breath hitching as your lips brush against the skin of his jaw. He leans into the touch, a soft sound of contentment escaping from his lips.

As your kisses travel further down, tracing the line of his neck, Zoro's grip on your hips tightens. He leans backward, peacefully adrift in the love you have for him – though you nearly knock the air in his lungs right back out when your trail ends with a long, soft kiss to the exact spot that the scar across his chest meets with his heartbeat.

Zoro freezes and his eye snaps open again as he leans forward and suddenly stares down at you. The old wound, a permanent testimony of a singular failure, clashes against the weight of his whole heart that you cradle against your lips. 

Something in his body language changes then, his muscles tense and his grip on you tightens harshly enough for you to gasp in surprise. And he lifts you with ease, scooping his arms beneath your legs to press your back to the inner wall of the closet before descending upon you. He acts on instinct, hungrily claiming your lips and pressing his weight against you, swallowing every mewl you sing into him. 

Zoro only eases his hold long enough to slide his cock free and slide it against your glistening pussy. He taps his length against your clit and smirks when you whine at the contact. 

Zoro's lips ghost along your jaw, his kisses languid and slow as he begins to thrust into you – the rhythm unsteady and hurried. His hips roll forward with each stroke, his cock filling you up thoroughly, and he kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he moans into your mouth.

He's lost in the sensation of you, the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around his length, the taste of your lips, the sound of your moans. It's almost too much, and it's a miracle that your breathless pants of his name seem to anchor him back into the moment even at the edge of his peak. Zoro forces himself away from you and feels his heart leap in his chest when he catches your heavy-lidded gaze. 

Your flushed cheeks, the saliva that still wets your parted lips, the look in your eye that tells him that you share the same adoration for one another – it isn’t often that he considers such things, but in this moment he regrets being unable to see you with both eyes. 

Zoro's thrusts slow to a crawl and he touches his forehead to yours, matching the soft smile you give him. “Together.” He murmurs, giving you a much more tender, careful kiss. 

He turns the both of you around and eases you back onto the crate. Hooking your legs around his waist, Zoro leans over and slowly begins to grind into you in deliberately designed strokes. His thumb comes to rub circles on your clit and he takes the chance to scoop you into his free arms and latch his lips to your nipple when you arch your back against him.

Hips move in time with his thumb and tongue, gradually increasing in speed just to slow to a crawl again – a meticulous pace that quickly has you bursting at the seams. Zoro holds you close, grunting against your breast when your walls clench down hard around him.

You babble nonsense between sighs of delirium, perceived half-sentences that fall incomplete when you suddenly cry out in finality. Zoro’s lips leave your flesh and he quickly unwraps his arm from around you to cup your cheek in his palm as you ride out your orgasm. 

You lean into his touch and exhale into his hand, your legs twitching and shaking around him while waves of pleasure spout through you. It's enough to bring him right back to the brink. 

Picking up his pace, he groans and grits his teeth as his release follows up the tail end of your own high, filling you and sputtering out to ooze down his cock.

Zoro can’t help but collapse atop you, breathlessly he settles his face into your neck and nuzzles against it. One of your hands comes to gently stroke the top of his head and he sighs happily into you. You whisper your love for him, and he sleepily returns it before pressing his lips to your neck.

Neither of you are sure how long you’d been gone or whether you’d fallen asleep or not, but it isn’t until presented with an empty galley with two plates of dinner left behind that it’s clear that maybe the supposed ‘privacy’ of a thinly walled utility closet isn’t all that true – and that maybe there would be snark in the morning pertaining to the prolonged absence. 

Though Zoro lacks the will to care, and – judging by the way you end the night curled next to him on his bunk – you don’t seem to mind either.

Kinktober 2024, Day 2: Wet Dreams with Monkey D. Luffy

I KNOW this sweet, goofy man is just like "yay! sex!"

You can pry overly blunt Luffy from my cold, dead hands.

Virginity loss | Wet dreams | Handjobs | Blowjobs (almost?) | Facial | Premature ejaculation

Monkey D. Luffy x fem!reader

TW: Loss of virginity

MDNI 18+

There aren’t many people in the world that could wake you up at three a.m and still get a smile out of you.

Luffy is just special like that, it seems. 

The night is freezing, a bit of misty rain covering the deck of the Sunny as the moon illuminates the shining surfaces. It’s peaceful, the perfect night to curl up under your blankets and get some sleep. Yet here your captain stands, feet bare, no shirt, staring at you with a dopey little smile on his face. If you weren’t half asleep, it would melt your heart.

“Lu?” You begin, subtly trying to wave your hand about as if you’re going to catch him sleep walking. “What’s wrong? It’s three in the morning.” 

He peers around you and into your room, scanning the darkness before giving you another smile. 

“I can’t sleep” he tells you simply. “Wanna hang out?” 

This man never ceases to amaze you.

In the two years since you joined the Strawhats, Luffy has been your best friend through and through. You can’t quite pinpoint why you’ve gotten so attached to the energetic captain. He’s just so magnetizing, something you’ve never seen in another person before. He drew you in instantly and accepted everything about you. 

“Luffy” you mumble. “Again, it’s three in the morning. Why don’t you -I don’t know- fish for a bit or try to fall asleep in a different spot on the ship?”

He frowns. You hate that frown. 

“I don’t wanna” he protests. “It’s your fault I can’t sleep. You should at least hang out with me.” 

You nearly recoil at his words. Your fault? 

How the hell is his sleeplessness your fault?

“What do you mean it’s my fault?” You wonder. “I’m on the other side of the ship. If I’m snoring there’s no way you can hear me.” 

He tilts his head a bit to the side, brows furrowing. “Snoring? You’re not snoring.” 

“Then how am I keeping you up, Luffy?”

He barges past you then without another word, entering your bedroom and a taking a bouncy, almost obnoxious seat on your bed.

Well, this looks like it’s your night now. 

You shut your bedroom door behind you, approaching the pirate on your bed before standing over him and crossing your arms. 

“You’ve got me staying up now” you tell him, fighting the irritation that’s beginning to prick in your voice. “What am I doing that’s keeping you awake?” 

Luffy leans over and grabs the book you’ve been reading off your nightstand and begins to aimlessly turn through the pages as he speaks. He always does that, somehow managing to avoid eye contact when he speaks to you.

“I can’t stop dreaming about you” he muses, not looking up at you. “It keeps waking me up.” 

You immediately feel your entire face flush. 

Luffy?

Dreaming about you?

It would be easier to drop dead in your bedroom right about now. 

It’s no secret to most of the crew that you feel something out of the ordinary for Luffy. You have since the moment you met him. You wouldn’t exactly call it a crush -that sounds too high school- but you don’t have any other name for it. 

He’s just different. 

You like different. 

You clear your throat then, doing your best to keep your nerves deep down in your stomach as you speak. 

“You’ve been dreaming about me?” You caution. “What am I doing in your dreams that’s waking you up?” 

You don’t want to get your hopes up too high as you watch him squint at the words on the pages of your book. Of course you’d love it if Luffy were having dreams of cuddling with you, holding your hand, kissing you, but you’re highly aware that it’s Luffy you’re talking about. The two of you are probably eating a feast in his dreams and the imaginary smell of meat is waking him. 

He slams your book shut then and lays it on the bed beside him, bored with its contents. You can’t be certain in the dark, but you swear that you see just a slight blush on his cheeks. 

“I dream that you’re touching me” he replies bluntly. 

All of the wind is knocked from your chest in an instant. 

Touching him?

Like, playing tag or wrestling on the deck?

Training with him?

Touching him?

Touching him in the way you’ve always dreamed of, the way that plagues your own dreams? The way that leaves you shaken awake in bed at night, aching and wet for a body you can’t have?

“Touching you?” You breathe, your voice betraying you. “How am I touching you in your dreams that’s freaking you out so bad?” 

Luffy lays down flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling fan of your bedroom as it lazily turns overhead. 

“I don’t know, some nights we’re just sitting together on the deck. Some nights we’re kissing. Some night we’re, ya know, having sex. It wakes me up.” 

Punching you in the face would’ve shocked you less. 

Some nights, you’re having sex. 

The man of your dreams has just casually informed you that he has sexual dreams about you. 

You want to say something, but you’ve forgotten how to speak. Words die halfway up your throat as your simple human mind tries to concoct a response to a literal god telling you he dreams of your naked body. 

How could you respond? 

It feels as though there are a million things to say, but none of them feel right. 

Luffy uses his Devil Fruit to bend his neck at an unnatural angle, looking up at you when you go too long without responding. 

“What’s wrong?” He wonders. “Hungry? Wanna go grab a snack or something?”

He wants to grab a snack.

He thinks that now is a good time to just head to the galley and sneak some food. 

“Luffy” you begin, his name feeling like honey as it slides off your lips. “Lu, did you just say that you dream about having sex with me?” 

He nods as though he’s just described the weather to you or told you what’s on the menu for dinner. “Yep, but not always. Those are usually the nights it wakes me up, though. I get all hot and hard. Annoying.” 

You have absolutely no idea how to read this man. It’s Luffy. Barely anything he says makes any sense, but he’s never confounded you like this. 

Is it having sex with you that’s annoying?

Is it the fact that it wakes him up?

You don’t want to tease yourself with the thought, but could it be waking up without you to ease the aching between his legs that irritates him?

Gods, you hope it’s that. 

You have the sudden urge to be bad, test the waters to see just how much you can get him to reveal. For the last two years, you’ve avoided pursuing anything past friendship with Luffy in fear of ruining what you have. But, with him lying on your bed and casually chatting about sleeping with you, the urge to take a leap with him is ever present.

“So is that what you were dreaming about tonight?” You ask him, slowly approaching the bed and sitting opposite him. “That we were having sex?”

He nods before letting his head fall back onto the bed. “Yeah. You were jerkin’ me off. It was nice, but I always wake up before it gets too fun.” 

Don’t turn around and look at me. Don’t turn around and see how much I’m blushing. 

Luffy doesn’t seem too impacted by the conversation. He nonchalantly swings his legs over the edge of your bed, but you can’t help but notice the tent that’s begun to form in the boxer shorts he’s lying in. 

The sight has you teetering on the edge of really misbehaving.

“What uh, what was I like?” You wonder, trying to keep your voice teasing and light. “Dream me is the best you’ve ever had, yeah?”

He rolls his head back a bit so he can look at you. “I dunno. I’ve never done that with anyone but dream you, but dream me thinks it’s pretty fun.” 

Are you dreaming? You might be dreaming.

It’s like someone else begins to control your body then.  You lay down, rolling onto your stomach so you can look down at your best friend. 

“Never, huh?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. We should do it. So I can, ya know, compare.” 

“What?!”

Just as he does at everything, Luffy wins your little game of chicken. You collapse onto the bed with a fright, trying to hide your blazing cheeks from him. 

Luffy just asked you to have sex with him. 

You have to be dreaming. Or dead. This seems like only the type of thing Heaven could bring you.

Luffy laughs then, urging your face up from the blankets. “Come on! It’ll be fun! Have you ever done it?”

You can’t believe he’s speaking so callously without a care in the world. This is exactly why you’ve fallen for him in the last two years, his ability to take the fear and pressure out of every situation. 

“I uh, yes. Yes, I’ve had sex” you inform him, your voice no longer able to maintain your cool. “Luffy, you really wanna have sex?”

He plasters the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face and nods. “Sure! I’ve been thinking about you a lot since we got back to Sabaody. I miss you when you’re not around, and now I’m having dreams about you. Why should we keep dreaming about it when we can just do it?”

That takes a bit of the tension away. You feel your heart begin to slow a bit in your chest, body go a little more loose. 

Luffy thinks about you. 

The person you love most has been thinking about you, even in the moments since the crew came back together that you haven’t wanted to think about yourself. 

This is your Luffy. There’s nothing to be nervous about.

“We?” You tease him. “You think I’ve been having wet dreams about you?” 

He crawls all the way into your bed then, that smile never leaving his face. “You could start tonight.” 

The urge hits you like a train. It’s powerful, fast, stronger than the gravity holding you to the earth. You push forward, laying your body down in luffy’s lap so you can capture his face in your hands and press a kiss to his lips. 

The captain doesn’t miss a beat. He throws his arms around you in a crushing hug and leans back in your bed until you’re fully on top of him. 

Fuck, what are you doing?

This is everything you’ve wanted since the moment you met Luffy. You dream of his lips, his body, his cock, and yet you feel like there’s still something holding you back. Maybe he won’t like the way you look when you get your clothes off. Maybe you won’t be enough for him. Maybe-

“Luffy!” 

You don’t get to finish your thoughts. Luffy has flipped the two of you around so he’s on top, lips trailing sloppy kisses up the side of your neck. 

“This is how all my dreams start” he informs you, goring as far as to lick your skin between words. “Dream you likes when I do this.” 

You stifle a moan, opting to reach your hand up and cradle the back of his head instead. “I like it too. What do we do next in your dreams?”

Without pulling his lips from you, he boldly reaches under your shirt and gropes up until he’s squeezing your breasts. 

He doesn’t seem to notice the way your breath hitches when he does. He’s too lost in the sensations of everything he’s doing to you, rendered speechless for the first time since you’ve met him. 

You take a second to bathe in the feeling he’s giving you, the urgency to move along slowly dissipating with every touch. He’s no expert with his hands or his mouth, but it doesn’t seem like he’s trying to be. By the way his lips move loosely and lazily against you, it’s almost as though he’s hungry for you. That doesn’t shock you much. The only thing you’ve ever seen Luffy show such passion and vigor for is food. 

Will he like the taste of you when he finally gets it?

You’re broken from your thoughts when Luffy begins to grind his hips down into your thigh. He’s moaning sweetly into your neck, teeth now become a part of his attention as he nips at your skin between kisses. 

“Luffy” you begin, slowly coaxing his head out from the crook of your neck. “Want me to touch you?” 

He doesn’t speak right away when he looks down at you, but you can’t say you’re upset about it. He’s positively stunning just to gaze upon. 

The smile from before is still on his face. He’s blushes now, breathing a bit heavily as a bit of sweat begins to form on his forehead. He really might just be the god of the sun.

Somehow, some way, you have him where you’ve always wanted him. 

Your hand strokes down his body before you can stop it. You don’t want to rush him, but you can’t help yourself. You want nothing more in the world to see the face he makes when he comes, and you’ll be damned if it keeps you waiting any longer. 

The sweetest sound you’ve ever heard leaves Luffy’s lips the instant you reach into his boxers. He tilts his head back, smiling and moaning a bit too loudly from the small bit of contact. 

“Heh” he begins. “Your hands are smaller than mine.” 

You giggle a bit. What a strange observation to make when on the cusp of losing his virginity. 

“Do you like it?” You wonder.

He nods. “Better than my hands.” 

With his approval, you place your free hand on his shoulder and gently guide him down until he’s lying on his back. 

“Relax” you tell him, beginning to pump his cock slowly, experimentally. “What makes you feel good?” 

He lets a soft hum out into the air. “This. This is so much better than dreaming about it.” 

You’re flattered by his sweet words. It drives you to lean down, nipping at the skin of his chest until you reach his nipple. Your tongue gently swipes over the bud, just to see what he’ll do. 

“Whoa!” He cries out suddenly, a bit of laughter mixed into the moan. “You never do that in my dreams.” 

You take one more second to suck at his nipple before smiling up at him. “What do I do in your dreams?”

He reaches for you then. “Come lay next to me! I like when you kiss my ears and my neck. Feels good.”

Something about the way he’s talking like the two of you have actually slept together before is driving you insane. You do as he requests, crawling up beside him and laying your lips on his ear. 

“Like this?” You whisper. “Do I talk dirty to you when I’m fisting your cock, or do I just kiss you?” 

He laughs his classic, very Luffy laugh. It’s an odd sound for him to make when his cock is in your hand. 

“Geez, you got dirty quick” he jokes. “Having fun?” 

Fun isn’t exactly the word you’d use. Euphoria, maybe. His cock is hot and heavy in your grip, and even though your room is relatively dark, you can tell by the feel of him that’s he's rather big. You want to drool at the thought of feeling him down your throat or filling your cunt. 

Your thoughts are disrupted when Luffy turns to face you, smashing his lips to yours before moaning loudly into your mouth. 

“Do that again” he demands. “Feels so good.” 

You obey, bringing your fist up to squeeze at the tip of his cock.  He loses himself in the sensation and begins to thrust into your hand. 

“I wanna do this every day” he moans. “Every day. Please?”

His voice has pitched a bit. He’s basically fucking your hand now, chasing his high as he babbles against you. 

Your cunt aches. You’d give anything to be able to strip naked and slide your body over his, but no. Not tonight. If you’re truly going to be Luffy’s first, you’d rather make that a more significant event than a quick, late night fuck in your room. 

“We can do this as much as you want” you promise him. “I love hearing you moan. Are you gonna come for me?” 

He nods furiously. “I never get to come in my dreams. I never even get to make myself come. I’ve wanted this so bad for so long.” 

You place one last kiss on his neck, your filthy mind fully taking over was you begin to shimmy down his body. You’re almost desperate to taste him, even if just for a moment before he comes. 

“Wait!” He begins, sitting up a bit and watching as you settle between his legs. “Oh gods, wait a second. Fuck! I’m coming. I’m gonna come on your face.” 

He barely gets his whole thought out before he does just that. He finishes on your lips, hot and ample, before collapsing back into the pillows. His moans are loud and throaty, deeper than his normal voiceas he keeps thrusting softly up into your hand. 

“Oh shit” he mumbles, chest heaving before he even has a chance to fully come down from his high. “Dammit! I usually don’t come that fast.” 

You want to respond, but you’re too busy licking the salty taste of his cum off your mouth. 

“I don’t mind” you tell him at last. “Tastes good. I was hoping you’d come in my mouth, but this is fine.” 

He leans up on his elbows then and looks at you, smirking. 

“You’re kinda filthy, you know that?” He wonders. 

You shrug. “Better than your dreams?”

This elicits a true belly laugh from your beloved. 

“Definitely” He tells you, his normal smile back on his lips. “Way better than my dreams.”

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characters. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji

cw. virginity loss / first time (luffy), cunnilingus, slight fingering, lowkey soft dom sanji, (slightly) pussydrunk luffy, nipple play, “captain”, unsafe sex (wrap it up), cumming inside then puling out

wc. 3k

a/n. hii! i finally finished this fic! im so excited to be posting it, since it took me longer than it shouldve. this hints quite a lot towards a pt2 so let me know if you would be interested in it, and yeah, thank you for being so patient since i know i posted a little teaser a while ago, hope you like it

“So, where do you wanna touch?” Sanji asks, his hands roaming over every inch of your exposed body. His touch feels heavenly, like it sets your skin on fire, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re just that desperate for his touch or if you’re nervous over this whole… situation.

Nevertheless, you’re still expecting an answer from him. His eyes are blown wide, he doesn’t know where to look, and he wishes he could look at all of you, all of the time. Sure, it’s his first time seeing a naked woman, but by god did the sight seem incomparable to anything he’s ever seen before.

He doesn’t know what to say, he can’t decide between what he wants to touch first. Maybe somewhere that would make you feel good, right? He’s watching Sanji, the way his fingers drag over your curves. You seem so receptive to it, and he can’t decide what would make you feel best.

Thankfully, Zoro’s voice alleviates the tension, “Why don’t you touch her here, I bet she’d love it” he says, pointing at your cunt. You squirm at the thought of being touched down there, you’re aching with want but you’re still nervous, having all these men around waiting on your every reaction.

“I don’t really know how” Luffy says, a sheepish expression on his face at the thought of doing something wrong in such an intimate moment.

“We can show you,” Zoro says. “Start here, on her thighs”

Luffy’s hand instantly lands on your thigh, unsure of what he should do next.

“You can kiss her too, here…” Zoro touches your inner thigh to point where Luffy can kiss you, “and here”, this time he points at your clit, but doesn’t touch you there, as much as you wish he would.

“Ok” he says. Such a simple and casual reply shouldn’t be followed by kisses that drive you crazy because of how close they are to your heat, and at the same time not close enough. Sanji’s chest presses against your back as you unknowingly lean against him. His fingers have started toying with your nipples now, tugging and rolling the little buds, anything to prompt more sounds from your sweet lips.

Your mind goes back to the man between your thighs, now that he’s started nipping at the skin of your thighs.

“Good,” Zoro praises. “Now here” he says, pointing again. Luffy is hesitant, but still lands a few gentle kisses on your clit, leaving you breathless and making you put a hand to your mouth.

“Don’t do that, angel” Sanji says behind you, his moves halting. “Let him hear how he’s making you feel”

You remove your hand as soon as you put it up, because how could you refuse the chef’s sultry toned request? A small gasp escaped from your lips when he kissed your clit again, and you looked between your legs to see him, his lips oh so close to where you were aching the most, and his eyes never leaving yours because he wanted to see the way your face contorted in pleasure.

His hands are placed on either side of your waist, and when he licks the first stripe up your folds and you squirm under his hold, his fingers tighten on your waist, sure to keep you in your place and leave marks. His touch is inexperienced and uncertain, almost as if he's afraid, but it's hard to focus when he's eagerly slurping at your cunt, wanting more of your bittersweet escence.

"Tell Luffy how you feel, pretty girl" Sanji whispers in your ear when he sees you grow restless under Luffy's hold.

"Feels good" you sigh, trying not to look down at the man between your thighs because you're afraid the sight will bring you more pleasure than the wet muscle that keeps lapping at your pussy. "R-really good… mm-!"

"Seems like you're doing it right, Luffy" Zoro pitches in. "She can barely talk, that's how you know you're doing a good job".

"Touch her clit while you eat her out" Sanji orders, making you whine at just the thought of it. Luffy follows instantly, his fingers on your clit, rubbing circles just like Zoro told him to.

The stimulation is too much, and not long after Luffy keeps abusing your cunt with his tongue and fingers, you're clenching around nothing as you orgasm.

"She's getting even more wet" Luffy points out, taking only a second away from your pussy to say that before he's back to licking and sucking everything that is spilling out of you.

You whine in complaint when he keeps lapping at your cunt well after you orgasmed, just on the brink of overstimulation.

"That's enough" Zoro says, pulling Luffy out of the trance and away from your heat. His chin is wet with your juices, and he keeps licking at his lips to savor the taste of your cunt in his mouth.

Sanji didn't even need to tell you to give Luffy some feedback this time, just leaning down to meet your gaze was enough to communicate what he wanted you to do.

"You did such a good job, Luffy" you said between pants, still coming down from your high. "You made me feel good, and I wanna return the favor"

You lean away from Sanji's chest, face to face with Luffy now. His chin is still drenched in your juices, but he quickly fixes that when he wipes his face with the back of his arm, all the while he keeps looking at you… mostly. Maybe his gaze is drifting down to your exposed breasts every few seconds, but he's really hoping you don't notice.

"You like them?" you ask, a last bit of your confidence shining through when you see how he peers at your body. He nods, not sure what to say. Now that he knows you don't mind, he's looking without any shame.

"You can touch" you say, and he doesn't waste any time before his hands are on your breasts, harshly grabbing at the flesh and making you let out a small gasp.

"Not so hard" you say, guiding his hand to where he can touch.

"Sorry…" he apologizes. His grip instantly loosens and he's looking to you, and the way you guide his fingers to touch you. "They're softer than I thought" He says, driving you to ask himself how many times he's thought about how soft your breasts would be.

"And here" Zoro points at your nipples. "She really likes it when you suck here"

Luffy doesn't immediately suck on them, he toys with them for a few seconds, enjoying the way they feel when he pinches and rolls them between his fingers. Then, when he's done feeling your breath fan against his cheek from how close you are to him and how desperate he's making you feel, he lowers his mouth on your nipple and suckles on them, looking up at your face to see how receptive you are to his touch.

You sigh at the feeling of his tongue on your sensitive buds, but you still manage to sit upright. One of his hands is holding the breast he's sucking on, and the other is toying with your other nipple, watching the way you lean into his touch.

"Luffy…" you sigh his name. He's still looking up at you, and now he's trailing his sloppy kisses up your chest, until he reaches your neck, where he sucks and bites marks that would be hard to cover up later on, but you couldn't care less when his hand was alsp trailing down to your core, feeling the way your cunt leaked down your thighs.

"Touch him" Sanji said, still sitting back against the headboard, watching the way you keen and buck your hips into Luffy's touch. He knows it's supposed to be about helping out his captain, but god did the sight before him make it so hard not to pull you back against his lap and grind into you. Maybe he'll find time to do that some other time.

As soon as your hand comes in contact with his clothed hardness, he sighs. He's not sure if its out of relief or pleasure, but fuck he doesn't care. He didn't realize how much he needed to be touched down there, and now that he was getting it, it was almost too much for him.

His eyes are clenched shut, but maybe it's better that way. If he saw the way you were looking at him, half lidded, dazed eyes while your hand was playing with his cock through his clothes, he wouldn't last any longer.

"Don't cum in your pants, you got something much better right here" Zoro says, his fingers grazing your slit, making you look at him. "You'll be a good girl for the captain, right?" he whispers. You nod, afraid to look at him knowing he's got that same piercing gaze that always makes you feel so intimidated.

"Y-yes" you whine, the hand that was teasing your core leaving all too soon and leaving you with the familiar empty feeling of your walls clenching around nothing.

Your hand leaves Luffy's bulge, much to his disappointment. You swear you could hear a small cry leave his lips, but he doesn't care as much when you toy with the hem of his pants, sliding down his shorts and underwear in one swift motion. He was well endowed, slender cock standing tall, speaking just how eager he was to go further.

You stroke him a few times, rubbing your thumb over his slit a few times, and watching the way his breath caught in his throat. The sounds he makes when you catch him by surprise like that are heavenly, and you're desperate to hear what he sounded like when he was buried deep within you.

You go back to your previous position, your legs spread to give him the perfect view of your leaking pussy. You're propped up on your elbows, following Luffy's nervous gaze up and down your body, but primarily focused between your legs.

"How do I… you know…?

"Don't worry" you ease him, "just c'mere".

He leans closer to your body, his arms on either side of you. His body was hot all over, and it felt so good to be pinned down by him. You raise one of your hands to trace over the scar on his chest, the skin warm to the touch.

He takes you by surprise this time when he cups your face and kisses you, his inexperienced mouth doing his best to follow your movements. He kisses messily, just like everything he does, but its the best kiss you've had in a long time, sloppy tongues touching anything they can, and trying to keep in sync with everything you do.

Eventually, you pull away. Throwing your head back to catch your breath and feeling the string of saliva that connects your mouth to his. It's hot, his breath is heavy against your cleavage, but he's still not done. He leaves more kisses on the corner of your mouth, your chin, any skin he can find, he"s covered it with his lips while he starts grinding down on you.

"Luffy…" he didn't think he could like the way his name sounds so much, but your voice made it sound so good, the way it rolled off your tongue had him bucking his hips into you, his cock sliding between your folds.

"Please-!" you whimper, but he cuts you off with another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

He feels so needy, he wants to touch every inch of your skin with his lips, he's never felt anything like this and he loves everything about it. The way he wants to go even further with you, and at the same time he wants to savor every second he spends next to you is driving him crazy.

"Put it in" you say, your brows furrowed over your clenched eyes. Before he can do anything, your hand slides down between both of your bodies and grips his cock, guiding him to your entrance until the head is lined up with your hole.

As he slowly sunk into your walls, he thought about all the sex stories his crewmates told him, and how he always doubted sex could be all that.

Fuck. They were right.

The way your warm walls are wrapping around his length is enough to prove his crewmates were not exaggerating. It was everything he expected and so much more.

When he noticed how close he was to your chest, he quickly latched his mouth on one of your pebbled nipples to take his mind off the pleasure. He wasn't sure how long he'd last if he didn't have some kind of distraction.

He listened closely to every breath, every whine, every sound from you, as little as it might be. His hands are on either side of your body, and now that he's not attached to your breast anymore his breaths are heavy, still close to your chest and shuddering against your skin.

"You can cum, if you want to" you say, noticing how much of a hard time he seemed to be going through.

"No, I w-wanna… I wanna make you feel good too" he says, barely able to get out the words because he didn't want to keep you waiting any longer. He slid out until all you could feel was his tip, hot and throbbing, and slipped right back in until your clit was grazing his skin.

Nothing could've prepared him for the warmth and the wetness of your walls, so maybe that's why he goes in a frenzy and starts thrusting sporadically, uneven shoves of his hips that make you gasp and throw your head back because you weren't expecting him to slam into you with such force.

"F-fuck" you curse under your breath, you're trying not to say anything about the way he's reaching places you didn't know existed, but it's becoming harder and harder with every passing moment he keeps the taunting rhythm against you.

"Slow down," Sanji said, coming to your aid. "It'll feel better if you start slow, and then go faster".

It's almost painful to Luffy to stop right now when it felt so good, a big part of him wanted to chase that high, but as soon as he started taking his time with his thrusts and paying attention to all your moans and whines, he found himself wanting to make the moment last.

You're breathless, just like he is. You're both a panting mess holding onto each other, desperate to feel the heat from both of your bodies. His hands are caressing every incb of your skin, and yours are trailing your nails down his back, anything to relieve some of the pleasure that overwhelmed you.

You're so engulfed in the moment, you almost forgot about the two other men in the room, the ones who had been so kind as to show this boy how to fuck you properly. You look at them, sitting on the side as they watch their captain fuck their crewmate, both with equally large and vidible bulges in their pants.

You make a little reminder to pay them back for the favor.

"'m so close" Luffy says, or whines. You're not sure what he's saying anymore, and you don't know why you're making promises like that when you're sure to be exhausted after Luffy is done splitting you in half.

Your hips are bucking against him, making him feel like he's deeper in your walls, if that was even possible. He's hitting all the right spots and fuck… this is supposed to be his first time, how is he so good at this?

Your orgasm is so close, you can practically taste the sweet high. His hands have settled on either side of your head, his own head down and almost between your boobs again. He wants to cum so badly already, and it's taking every ounce of willpower in his body not to. That and the fact he can still feelt he way you clenched around his tongue when he was eating you out, and he's eager to find out how that would feel when he's inside of you.

Every thrust brings you closer to the edge until you're on the brink, and the only thing that pushes you over is the sounds he makes, or rather the ones he's trying – but failing – to hide. His whines are muffled with the skin of your chest, and his groans are held back when he bites his lips, but they're still so noticeable and the thought of him being this needy for you makes you finally cum, walls clenching around him and nails raking down his back, though he couldn't care less with the way you keep sucking him in.

It's like a vice, and every time he keeps trying to pull out your walls don't let him.

“Captain-!” you moan, so sensitive after cumming, you didn’t even think twice about what you were calling him. And fuck, why does that make him feel like that?

It’s not like he hasn’t heard you call him that every other day, it's the way everyone addresses him, but the way it rolls off your lips in such a sultry and breathless way, and rigt now out of all times quickly drives him to his own orgasm with hot spurts of his cum inside of you, but he quickly pulls out because he wants to see the way your folds look covered in his seed, and by god is it the prettiest sight he's seen all night.

Luffy's heard so many stories of first times gone terribly wrong, it was almost an irrational fear of his that the same things would happen to him. Thankfully, his friends were kind enough to convince the beautiful girl from their crew, it would only be fair if he shared her with them next time, right?

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