Cw: Fluff. Alcohol.

interruption

zoro x f!reader | wc: 520

nsfw: dom-ish!zoro, submissive!reader, language, describes anal

“Shit, Zoro,” you hiss through your teeth, back arching as he bit your right ear, slowing thrusting his dick into you.

“Yeah? You like that?” He rasps, groping each breasts with a hand. Nodding your head, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and drew him closer to your sweaty, hot body. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He says, pulling out. Before you can reply, he commands, “hands and knees on the bed. Ass up.”

You comply, feeling a rush of anticipation and excitement. Your heart pounds in your chest as you position yourself on the bed, hands and knees sinking into the mattress. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that.” Zoro replies, taking a moment to admire the view: you. His hands trace the curves of your body, sending shivers down your spine. He sighs as he lovingly traces his name on your back with his fingers, temporarily claiming you belong to him.

“W-what about the crew—” you stammer.

“Why the hell should we care?” He scoffs, slapping your ass. You squeak as he roughly pulled your hair, making your back arch down so you two locked eyes. “Tonight is all about you and me, and no one else.” He let go of your hair and propped you back to your previous stance. “Now, be a good girl for me while I take your virgin ass…”

Zoro was prepared. Taking your sweet pussy wasn’t the only hole he planned to fill. He lubed his fingers and inserted them one by one into your ass, taking note of your reactions and noises to each movement he made. When satisfied, he positions himself behind you, fingers underneath you and teasing your most sensitive spots below your belly button. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your voice barely a whisper, filled with need.

“Good,” he growls, his lips brushing against your ear. “Because I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

With a powerful thrust, he enters you again, filling you completely. His movements were intense, leaving you breathless; your bodies were in perfect unison as both of you rocked into each other. The noises heard were the slaps of skin on skin as your bodies melted into each other's with each thrust he gave; the quiet moans you desperately try to hide, and Zoro repeatedly hissing your name. His hands continued to grip your hips, pulling you back to meet each thrust with a force that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Zoro,” you groan, your voice thick with desire.

“Just like that,” he gasps, his pace quickening. “I want to hear you.”

“Zoro!” you yell.

“Zoro!” a familiar high pitched voice echoed. “Wake up! We forgot Luffy on the island!” Zoro reluctantly opened an eye and gazed up at the ceiling, Chopper’s small face looking at him with concern. “You also got hit really bad. You okay? You have a nasty bruise on your forehead.”

“Chopper, I’m tired.” He ignores his question. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“B-but Luffy—”

“—isn’t my concern right now.” Zoro interrupts. “I have better things to do.”

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐞

You and Law use his devil fruit abilities, but for all the wrong reasons... Plus part two: You decide to get back at Law for teasing you, with a certain request...

Note: This was my most popular fic back on my main account, "Body Swap", now being reposted here for my Most Popular Fics Event, under a new name! Please keep in mind these were some of the earliest smut fics I ever wrote (Almost 2 years ago), so it isn't representative of my current writing abilities. Regardless, I'm glad to see that so many people enjoyed reading them.

Warnings: smut, fem reader, use of Law's heart-swapping ability.

Typically, once you got a good idea, it wouldn’t leave your mind.

Except that you didn’t know if this was exactly a good idea.

You tried ignoring it as much as possible. But how could you?! It was becoming too much for you to handle.

Sitting in the kitchen, you were eating your dinner with a few other crew mates. The others had been trying to talk to you, but you didn’t listen. It wasn’t that you were ignoring them, no. You just had too much on your mind.

“I think (Name)’s sick,” Bepo said, poking at your arm, but you kept staring ahead, at nothing. “She’s unresponsive…”

“But definitely conscious. That’s odd,” Ikkaku noted.

“Maybe we should take her to captain,” Penguin suggested. “He’d know what to do!”

“About what?” Law asked, entering the kitchen.

“Oh! Captain, thank goodness, (Name)’s acting weird. We think she may be sick!”

You let out a small gasp, face turning red at Law’s voice

“Is she choking?!” Shachi yelled.

Law took a look at you. The answer was clearly no. You almost seemed embarrassed. But about what?

“(Name)-ya.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you turned to look at your boyfriend. “Law…”

“Come on, let me have a look at you,” he motioned for you to get up and follow him.

You followed Law through the halls of the submarine, all the way down to his bedroom. He sat you down on the bed before closing the door, and crossing his arms.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“Umm… nothing,” you lied.

“Nothing?”

The two of you stared at each other, Law waiting for you to break.

“Ok! Fine. I just… had something on my mind and was very distracted.”

Law raised an eyebrow, not looking very amused. “Distracted?”

“Yeah… um. Got a lot on my mind, y’know…”

“Then tell me what’s on your mind. What could possibly be so distracting that you weren’t even acknowledging everyone around you… ah. But then I walked in.”

Your face went red again.

“You were thinking about me.” He said. “How am I that distracting?”

“Oh, well. Um… I just… had an idea,” you mumbled, looking down.

Law moved closer to you, standing inches away from you now. “An idea?”

You were too embarrassed. It was stupid and he’d never agree to it. But quietly, as though you were genuinely afraid of saying it, you told him your idea.

Then Law’s face turned a little red.

“See, it’s a horrible idea. But I can’t stop thinking about it,” you whined. “Sorry…”

“No. It’s not horrible, just… a bit out there.”

Was he seriously about to agree?!

“We can try it,” he told you. “Since you can’t stop thinking about it. Lay down.”

You laid back against the soft pillows, crossing your hands and waiting for him to make the next move.

Law slid his shirt off, and grabbed kikoku from where it leaned against his desk, walking back over to you.

“Undress at least a little, to make it easier,” he said, standing beside you now.

You slid your shorts off and removed the top you had on off, leaving you in just your rather cute set of undergarments.

Law moved to get on top of you, sitting on his knees, around your legs.

“…you sure about this?” He hesitated.

“We’re already here, aren’t we?” You asked.

Deciding to just get it over with and wanting this over as soon as possible, Law created a room.

He slid the katana out of its case, and closed his eyes.

“Just do it! Before I freak out and back out!” You yelled.

“Ugh. Shambles,” he said as he did a thrusting motion toward your body, then back at himself.

You felt oddly dizzy, and suddenly…

You were now in Law’s spot, holding the katana exactly how he had been seconds ago. Except that you were still underneath him…. But it was just your body.

Now you were panicking. This was a bad idea, why did you even think of it in the first place?!

Looking down, you saw that you were Law… and he was you. Your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth as if you were about to scream. But before you could get more than a “Ah!” out, your (Law’s?) hand was covering your mouth.

“Let’s get this over with, I don’t like looking at myself like this…” he said.

Sliding kikoku back into its case and setting it aside, you slid a hand onto your chest, not being used to how… er, flat… it was. “Woah,” you muttered.

“Stop that! It’s weird!” Law snapped.

“No, this is so weird! I’m so used to.. uh… having boobs.”

Law then rolled his eyes, but… he didn’t want to admit that he was also curious. He looked down at your chest.

“Try it,” you said, taking his hands and placing them on your body’s chest. “This is crazy.”

Law wanted to yell at you for forcing him to grab your boobs, but… it was rather fascinating.

“I get to live like that, all day every day,” you said. “Wait…”

Then you slapped his hands out of the way and grabbed your own boobs, squeezing. “This is awesome,” you giggled.

“Quit making it weird!” He yelled.

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” you said, removing your hands. “So…”

“Did you forget how to take off your clothes?” He asked, watching you just sit there.

“N-no! I’ve just never done it from this point of view before!”

You carefully took off Law’s signature jeans. Then, you looked down at yourself. Feeling unsure, you pulled off your panties.

Then you screamed, fully this time, seeing your own pussy. “What the hell! It looks like that?!” You cried.

“(Name)! Stop that shit, you’re making this way less sexy than you made it sound!”

Curiously, you reached out and poked at your clit, and Law hissed, eyes widening. Then you slid a finger down the slit, feeling how wet it was. “Aw, you’re wet for me,” you giggled.

You inserted a tattooed finger into your cunt, feeling the ridges along the walls of your hole. Law let out a small moan, face red in embarrassment.

Adding another finger, you fully began fingering your cunt. Law’s hands flew up to grab at your wrist, stopping you. He was breathing heavily and your body’s legs were twitching.

“Stop. It’s too much,” he panted.

“Oh, is it?” You asked. “It’s too much for you but I take it for hours and hours, begging for more every time. You’re such a baby, Law.”

You pulled your hand away, and then pulled his cock out. You stared at it in awe, feeling like your mind was gonna explode.

“This is so weird!” You exclaimed. “This is how it feels to have a boner?!”

“(Name)-ya, just get on with it already,” Law sighed.

“Fine, fine,” you said. Awkwardly trying to line his cock up with your cunt. You teased him by rubbing against it but not sliding in.

“Sure you’ll be able to handle it?” You asked. “You couldn’t even take fifteen seconds of me fingering you.”

“I don’t care anymore,” Law huffed.

“Alright. But don’t act all mad when you can’t do it.”

When the last word left your mouth, you slid his cock into your throbbing cunt, and grabbed onto your hips.

You moaned a little, loving how you squeezed his cock.

Law tried covering his face and biting onto one of your hands to stop himself from moaning.

You tried thrusting, unsure of how exactly you were supposed to do so… since you’d always been on the receiving end. And it wasn’t like you were always watching Law’s hips and studying how it was done.

As you got the hang of it, Law could no longer hide his moans. You could feel your cunt throbbing more, your legs wrapping around his and squeezing you. You tried going faster, and moaned at the sensation.

“Mmm, moan louder, Law. I wanna hear you cry like a little whore,” you said, leaning down to suck on your own breast.

Taking the nipple in your mouth and harshly sucking, Law let out the most lewd moan you’d ever heard from him. You stumbled in your movements, hips twitching at the sound. “Law, I’m close…”

“You better not- ugh- get yourself pregnant,” he muttered in between moans.

“Mmm, but that would be so hot, you getting to feel the way I do when you stuff me with cum. Oh!” you gripped harder at your hips and shoved his cock deep into your cunt, unloading into yourself with a loud moan.

Law yelped, squeezing his eyes shut as he too came, but through your body. You collapsed onto him, still buried inside your cunt.

“How’d it feel?” You asked, a smirk on your face.

“Now I almost feel sorry for you,” he panted. “You take way more than that when I fuck you…”

“Hmm, well, how about next time I make you suck your own cock?” You suggested with a giggle.

“There will not be a next time,” he huffed.

“Aww, but this was so fun,” you whined. “In fact, I wanna stay here… you feel so nice and warm around my cock.”

“Your cock?” He glared at you. He wasn’t actually angry but it was incredibly embarrassing to let you take control like this, and now you were getting cocky.

“Sorry,” you said. “But now I see why you never let me go after one round.”

“Okay, whatever. Change us back. Now.”

Sighing defeatedly, you sat back up and slid his cock away from your cunt, watching his seed spill out. His cock twitched again.

“Umm… how do I do that?” You asked.

Law rolled his eyes. “You should know, you watched me do it.”

“But I’ve still never done it myself!”

“You take the katana and say ‘room’, then thrust it at our bodies and say ‘shambles’,” he instructed.

“Okay…” you took the katana into your hand and did as he said.

And suddenly… now you were underneath him, back in your own body.

“That was easy,” you giggled, trying to get up so you could put your clothes back on.

But Law pushed you back down. “You think I’m letting you get away with that, you little demon?”

Boy, were you in for a punishment…

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When the idea returned to you, it came at a rather convenient time.

You’d thought about it since that evening, sure. But you were unsure if Law would ever agree to doing it again, so eventually… it slipped your mind.

But then now, you simply couldn’t get it off your mind.

You’d been laying in bed with Law, both of you unable to sleep that particular night. He’d been reading a book, an arm wrapped around you, holding you close to his bare tattooed chest.

He’d been teasing you all day, and now all evening. Throwing you suggestive smirks or subtly winking at you throughout the day, lingering touches, and at one point he’d even smacked your ass as you headed out of a room. Now, his hand that was around you was pinching at your nipple through your tight tank top, and every time you’d whimper he’d let out a faint chuckle, making you even more frustrated.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you slipped a hand down to your panties, sliding it under and began slowly stroking your folds with one finger, trying to get yourself wet enough to finger yourself.

You thought about that evening. The way Law moaned like a little slut, whining about how it was too much for him to handle when you’d barely touched him (you?).

You moved your finger up just a little to your clit, and began rubbing at the bud of nerves. You let out a soft whine, rolling over just a little, still in Law’s hold.

Surely he’d noticed. He was in no way oblivious to anything. You looked back at him, seeing his cocky smirk on his face. He glanced at you, making eye contact for just a second, before looking back to his book.

Feeling wet enough, you slid two fingers inside yourself, letting out the most lewd, cute moan you possibly could, trying to get Law’s attention.

But he didn’t move.

So you kept your fingers moving, sliding them inside yourself and rubbing your fingertips along your tight walls. Law pinched your nipple again, this time much harder than he was before. You let out another whimper, frustrated that that was all he would do to you, when you wanted so much more.

“Law, please,” you whined.

“What, (Name)-ya?” He was pretending to not notice.

“Law, I need you.”

“For what?” He taunted.

“To satisfy me! You wouldn’t make your girlfriend do it all herself, would you? Leave me all helpless and fingering myself, when I really want you.”

“I wouldn’t put it past me,” he replied.

“Ugh! Law, come on! You’ve been teasing me all day,” you yelled, sliding your fingers out of yourself and moving to sit up, facing him.

“Do something about it, then,” he told you, looking back to his book.

“Fine,” you muttered. Without hesitating, you moved your hand that you’d just been pleasuring yourself with up to his mouth, forcing your still wet fingers inside.

His eyes went wide and he tried cursing at you, but it all sounded muffled due to your fingers. When he shut up and began licking your fingers, sliding his tongue around and down them, lapping up your juices, you nearly came right then and there, letting out a moan at the sight and feeling.

You pulled away after a moment, and when you did you replaced your hand with your lips, kissing him and tasting yourself mixed with his spit.

“That was so hot, Law,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Really?” He set his book aside and put a hand against your head, deepening the kiss.

“Mhm.”

Your legs were trembling as you kneeled on top of him, the dirty sounds of your mouths going straight to your cunt and making you feel like you could cum without any physical touch to it.

You pulled away, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself. “Law, I know you’ll probably punish me again, but I want to try swapping bodies again.”

“Shit, (Name). Don’t you know how…” he trailed off, looking away from you.

“Embarrassing that was? For you? I do, and I would kill to see that again. When I was fingering myself, that was all I could think about, your little whimpers and moans-“

“Alright, stop. I’ll do it,” he said to shut you up.

You let out a delighted hum, removing yourself from his lap and happily getting up to grab kikoku. When you returned to him, you basically shoved the katana into his hand and eagerly waited for him to switch you two.

“Room.”

Your smile grew bigger, unable to contain your excitement.

“Shambles.”

And in a blink, you were now where Law had been laying, holding the katana in your right hand.

Law was on his (or your? You still didn’t know exactly how to refer to this). knees, just as you had been seconds before.

You put kikoku away, and didn’t hesitate for a second to rip the sweatpants Law had on off.

“Remember what I said last time?” You asked him.

He clearly looked unnerved at seeing your voice come from his mouth, but he nodded slowly.

“Tell me,” you said.

Law let out a sigh, looking down. “You said… you wanted me to suck my own cock.”

You giggled, moving to hold his face between your hands, gently squishing your face’s cheeks together. “That’s right, my little whore.”

You placed a kiss on your own lips, and then laid back, taking his cock in your hand and stroking yourself.

“Now come do it,” you told him.

Law slowly moved to get between his own legs, and you could tell he felt absolutely humiliated right now.

“(Name)… I don’t know how to do this.”

“Never sucked dick before?” You teased. “Maybe my body will just naturally know how, I do it for you all the time, after all.”

But he didn’t look reassured.

“Just take a little at a time and breathe through your nose,” you said, patting him on the head.

Hesitantly, Law poked his tongue out and took a small lick at himself.

“Don’t know why I thought there’d be much of a taste…” he mumbled.

“Well you lick my skin, don’t you? It should be like that.”

“I suppose so.” With that he took just the smallest bit of the top into his mouth. He gently sucked, and you let out a loud moan.

“Jeez, (Name). I barely did anything.”

“I know… but I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Oh, so now you’re the one who can’t handle it?” He mocked you, grinning. “Then I’ll make you cry like a little bitch.”

Now, he took as much in as he possibly could (for someone who’d never done this before), and licked and sucked with no remorse.

You cried out, twisting his hands into your hair and trying to shove him on deeper without hurting him.

“Law, Law! Feels so good,” you whined.

Feeling confident at his regain of control, Law took his own cock all the way, deepthroating himself at this point. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to mimic your movements from the many times when he’d watched you do this.

“Law, I’m gonna-“

He pulled away without warning, and you groaned in frustration.

“What? Too scared to taste your own cum?!” You asked, slightly upset.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” he said. “It’s not happening.”

“Ugh, I hate you,” you fell back into the pillows, crossing your arms.

Law simply chuckled, and you could feel him moving. But you were still mad, so you didn’t look down at him.

Suddenly, you felt his cock wrapped in something warm… but this wasn’t like when you’d fucked yourself…

Curious, you sat up again and looked down to see what he was doing.

You were surprised to find your own breasts wrapped around his cock, Law trying to move your upper body up and down along his shaft.

“Fuck- Law.”

With each movement up, you felt him just barely take the tip into his mouth, licking at it.

It wasn’t long before you felt like cumming again. His hands resumed their positions within your own hair, and you cried as his body shook, cumming all over your chest, and a little bit onto your face.

Law pulled away, staring down at himself and seeing the cum covering him.

“Now you know how that feels,” you muttered, trying to catch your breath.

Law was curious, and through half-lidded eyes, you watched him take a finger up to your breasts and swipe some of his seed away. He lifted it just in front of your face, staring at it. He wanted a taste, that dirty bastard.

“No, let me do it!” You protested, smacking his hand away and wiping his cum onto your fingers. You desperately wanted to feel him suck on your fingers again.

Instead of forcing yourself in this time, you held a tattooed hand up in front of him, waiting for him to take the fingers into his mouth when he was ready.

It took him a moment, but Law eventually tasted himself, taking a small lick off your finger at first.

“Hmm.”

“Doesn’t it taste good? It’s ‘cause you’re a nice clean man, you know.” You giggled.

Law shot you a confused look, and you giggled some more.

“Want more?”

He hesitated, but ended up taking his fingers into your mouth once again, and you moaned as the feeling you loved so much returned to you. Even though this time it looked like yourself doing it, it was just so hot to watch Law suck on your fingers.

By the time he was done, his cock was hardened again and you were ready to go for another round.

“Should I eat myself out, finger you, or just fuck you right now?” You asked, a menacing grin on your face.

“You deserve to be forced down between your own legs and eat yourself out like a dirty slut,” he responded. “But-“

“You wouldn’t be able to handle that, would you, Law?”

“Shut up.” He muttered.

“Well, okay. How about I just get you all wet, and fuck you? Does that sound ok?”

“Fine.”

So, you slid your panties off your body, leaving him fully nude within your body. Normally, you’d never be turned on to the sight of seeing yourself like this, but knowing that it was really Law in there, you felt very good about it.

You took Law’s left hand and rubbed your clit for a couple minutes, knowing it was the fastest way to get yourself wet. But Law was not used to such a feeling, and he began whining and moaning as soon as you touched it.

“(Name)-ya, please…”

You wanted to moan yourself, loving the way he moaned your name. It was so pathetic and cute.

“(Name)!”

“Okay,” you said, pulling his hand away. “It’s too much for you, I understand. But now…”

You pushed him down onto his back, and pulled your own legs over his shoulders. You felt even more turned on, knowing he was going to feel the sting in your legs as you bent and pushed them while you fucked him.

You took his cock into your hand, and lined it up with your soaked cunt.

“If it’s too much, squeeze my thigh, okay?”

“Whatever,” he grumbled. He clearly hated the position he was in.

And then, you slid into yourself, welcoming the feeling of your walls squeezing down and throbbing on his cock. It was a feeling you’d never get tired of.

You let Law get adjusted for a moment, and then began slamming in and out, the position he was in allowing you to go even deeper than you had last time.

“Mmm, so tight, Law. You’re such a good little slut,” you whimpered.

He moaned and cried, grabbing onto his own arms, unable to get a grip on himself. It was so pleasing to watch, the way his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth wide open as he moaned your name over and over again.

“Fuck, Law, I’m gonna cum again!” You cried.

“(Name)-ya, please… shit.”

You thrusted as deep as you possibly could, feeling your cunt clamp down on his cock and squeezing you so perfectly.

“Fuck, Law!”

Your hips trembled as you came, deep inside of yourself. You kept thrusting, fucking his cum all the way into yourself.

“(Name)-ya, I-“

You felt as your walls squeezed even harder, and Law came around his own cock. As you slowed your thrusts, you could see the mixed cum around his cock, and you couldn’t help but cum just a little bit more, within your own cunt again.

You pulled out, falling back onto the pillows.

“Switch us, now,” Law demanded.

As soon as you regained your breath, you grabbed the katana and did exactly as you had last time.

And then you were now laying on your back, feeling filled up and sensitive. You’d fucked yourself pretty good.

While you were laying back, you had your eyes closed. You had to regain your breath again, being in a different, more fucked-out body.

You hadn’t noticed when Law’s head was pushed down between your legs, his tongue sliding within your folds.

You screamed at the contact, jumping a little and squashing his head with your thighs.

After a moment, Law began smacking your thigh, demanding for you to let go of his head.

When you did, you saw that he was licking up the mixed cum, and then he was crawling on top of you, pushing your mouth open and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

He was feeding you his own cum.

You swallowed it all, sucking it off his tongue and licking within his mouth along his teeth and lips, making sure there wasn’t a drop left.

“Law, that’s so fucking disgusting. Do it again,” you told him.

“No, I figured I’d leave some in there. Maybe this time you’ll get yourself pregnant, hm?”

Your cunt throbbed again. “Fuck, Law! Don’t say shit like that, you asshole!”

He chuckled and put his pants back on, going back to laying in bed with his book.

“You’re not gonna help me?” You whined.

“Fine, if you insist, (name)-ya.”

He took a cloth and wiped up whatever cum had spilled out of your cunt, along with the older cum on your chest and slid your panties back onto you, before handing your tank top back over.

“Better?” Law asked.

“Mhm. Now cuddle me,” you requested.

Law lifted his arm up, and you laid down, head on his chest. His arm fell down around you, and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep to the sound of his heart beating.

to teach a captain - part 1 (luffy x reader 18+ fanfic)

summary: Luffy walks in on you touching yourself, and things quickly get out of hand.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!!

tags: pwp, nsfw, smut, sexual content, masturbation, cluelessness, luffy is a curious guy, reader is a member of the straw hat crew, post-time skip, second-hand embarrassment, no spoilers, no use of y/n

A/n: My first multi-part fic. I'm so glad people enjoyed it on ao3, so I'm posting it here! Enjoy!

words: 2.1k

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Something gnawed at you all day today. It wasn’t until you were munching on the assorted fruit that Sanji prepared for the girls after breakfast that you realized the feeling. You watched your captain sit comfortably on the head of the Sunny, staring out into the open blue, when the very thought snapped into your mind. 

You haven’t touched yourself in a while, and it was well due for a session. 

Typically, you don’t pleasure yourself outside of your bath time due to the lack of privacy on the ship, but showers have been rushed since Sunny's recent island escapade that you havent had the time. Since then, the crew regained their idle hours, and man, the level of horniness told you things needed to happen now. 

You set your bowl of fruits beside the deck railing and quickly dart to the girls’ room. Typically, you would never imagine doing the deed here, but Nami and Robin were busy on the ship and typically would stay above deck all day. None of the boys dare go in the girls’ room for fear of Nami’s wrath, so you don’t need to worry about someone barging in.

You reach your dresser tucked in the corner of the girls’ room and search under all the mess of clothes. At the very bottom, you pull out a small purple dildo and some lube and plop down on your bed. You didn’t bother shutting the door all the way; from the way you were feeling, you knew it wouldn’t take long.

You spared yourself from any niceties to get yourself in the mood. You peel off your pants and underwear and leave your top on, instantly wrinkling the smooth sheets of the mattress. 

When the silicone head tapped your clit, you already felt sparks. You knew you needed relief. Now.

The silicone base was lubricated in seconds, and you revel in the way your pussy quickly molded to the length of your little helper. It didn’t take long to start pumping it in and out of you. 

You know your arousal wouldn’t let you last long, but showing your pleasure would make you cum faster. You threw one arm over your eyes and arched your head back. Your legs splayed on your sheets that shaped a lazy outline around your body. Your toes clutch at the rivets the sheets have made, you clench your fingers around your toy in the same way your palm clenches your breast, kneading and pumping and thrusting in all the right ways.

“Fuck yes.” You moan out, your hands grab at anything around you, from the loose strands of your hair to the loose shirt to the tangled sheets, before covering your face again. You arch into the mattress, opening up your legs more as you pound into you. 

You breathlessly pant, feeling your climax already brush up. 

Yes.

In and out, you pushed your toy, swallowing it down so well over and over until, finally, that tight coil started to stutter. God, you need it so badly now, those sloppy pumps to reach you there until you can no longer think about anything except your hand clawing right over your eyes, ready to muffle your screams over and over again. You’re so close now, so desperate to reach the line that your hips buck into your hand, biting your lip hard to impress into the skin forever, your light moans and whimpers are barely controllable as you start to climb.

Yes…

You wonder how much you’ll need to muffle your orgasm when that toy dick plunges into you just right, practically making you whimper.

You gasp when you feel it coming closer and closer and…

“Yes!”

“You left your fruit thingys.”

A voice from the doorway, so joyful that you know who said it before you looked up in horror. Luffy smiles, which quickly dissolves into confusion when he sees your face.

You immediately jump up and yelp, grabbing the blanket from your bed to cover your bare bottom, but it was too late; you know Luffy see everything in your legs and the things in between. 

“Hey, what’s that you’re doing?” Luffy asks, turning his head at you.

“Luffy?! What the fuck, dude, go away!” You scream at him.

“Huh? What did I do?”

“Luffy, holy shit, I’m not doing this with you—fucking leave!” You panic, grab the nearest thing, and throw it in Luffy’s vicinity.

It was your bottle of lube, which cracked open on impact and landed against the wall with a grimy splat!

He stepped back as a frown pillaged his face.

“Whatever, I’ll eat them myself!” He yells, darting down the hall. The sounds of fruit scarfing quickly start before fading away.

Your hand, once stuttered in the air from throwing your projectile, now slumps onto the sheets. Your entire body follows, until your head locks into the nearest pillow and you scream out all the embarassment trapped in the air. Your muffled screams last longer than you would’ve liked.

If Blackbeard himself walked up to you right now with a rhinestone encrusted pistol loaded to the brim and aimed at your forehead, you would’ve let him pull the trigger.

——

It wasn’t until a few hours later that the ship reached the next charted island.

“We’re here!” Nami’s voice rings through the ship, causing everyone to gather on the front deck.

“Alright, welcome to Tashini, home of entertainment! We are going to stock up here before heading out tomorrow night.”

“Suuper! I need to stock up Sunny on some more cola.” Frankly sings, grabbing a backpack about the size of his fist. It looks microscopic compared to his large back. 

“You said there were things worth looking at, right, Nami?” Zoro asks. 

“Yes! Tashini is known for its numerous entertainment districts and has killer drinks that pair best with the local food.” Nami winks, knowing how Zoro is.

“Hey, sounds good to me,” Zoro says, gathering his swords on his sheath.

Nami calls out your name. 

“You ready to go shopping?” She asks.

You freeze a little, looking around the ship for something to say. From what happened earlier, you feel like going out today would stress you out more. On top of that, the girls would notice something wrong and want to know all the details. On a whim, you clutch your stomach.

“Oh, ah, I’m not feeling good today. Mind if I stay back and look over the ship?” You stay, patting your skin down slightly. Nami tilts her head at you with slight surprise.

“Aw, really? That’s too bad,” Nami says, “Sure thing, we can shop another time.”

“I hope you don’t mind if Nami and I go alone.” Robin giggles.

“Not at all. You have fun without me, and I can join you girls next time. Keep your eyes peeled for anything I would like.” You smile, and the girls both agree.

That went better than planned, you think. Maybe this can help me relax from what happened a few hours ago.

You hear footsteps behind you until they suddenly stop a foot next to you.

“I feel sick, too!” Luffy said. “I need to stay on the ship.”

You froze, realizing the voice of your captain was right behind you, making you jump in surprise. It seems you’re not the only one to do that.

In fact, there have been a few times when the crew reacts in such surprise to Luffy, either widening their eyes or dropping their jaws in awe. In every case up to now, nothing could stop him from head-first cartwheeling to the newest island.

Sanji wacks him on the head.

“Huh?! There’s no way you are, Luffy; you were perfectly fine a minute ago! Jeez, you’ve been hanging out with Usopp too much.” Sanji groans. 

“Yeah!” Usopp says, “He’s been hanging out with me too—hey, wait a minute! What do you mean by that?!” Ussop practically steams out of his ears, being so bewildered about the most obvious thing. You all know Usopp loves to act sick anytime he detects a whiff of danger.

This causes the boys to argue about Usopp’s previous severe “diseases” that he’s managed to catch every time he senses danger. Still, you can’t forget the lingering gaze Luffy gives you in between, which makes you turn away in embarrassment. The last time he saw you was… then.

Sanji pipes up.

“Besides, I thought you wanted to try that world-famous fried squid that the town’s known for. You were yapping about it all day yesterday!” He says.

Luffy perks up, seeming to regain his previous exigency. “Oh, yeah. Never mind, let’s go!” Luffy says, now confidently strutting off the deck with no symptoms, ultimately confusing the whole crew. 

Sanji shrugs in defeat and sighs. “I’m not even going to ask,” he mutters. He joins the rest, getting off the Sunny.

“Do you need me to stay here and look at you?” Chopper asks you. He looks up at you with concerned eyes that melt your heart. You feel a tinge of guilt for lying and making him worry.

“Oh, it’s no problem, Chopper. I know you wanted to get more supplies for the sick deck. Just work your magic when you come back, okay?” You know how much he was looking forward to this. You definitely didn’t want to keep him behind.

“Alright, if you insist.” Chopper gleams, shaking from excitement. “Let’s go, guys!”

“Let’s meet at dusk, everybody. That’ll give each of us a few hours before we need to leave,” Nami calls, earning a hearty agreement in unison. 

You watch them slowly trek into the horizon, heading out in individual directions to start their journies. Your eyes lingered on Luffy, the outline of his shadow with hands looped behind his head and his chest held high. It looked like he didn’t have a care in the world until you lost his figure to the island's horizon.

—

You take in the quiet atmosphere of the Sunny in the absence of the rest of the crew. It was like night and day, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Total peace and quiet is a yearning you have now and then, especially after living with a bustling crew daily. 

About an hour after everyone left, you take this time to do some chores you’ve put on the back burner. After tidying up your space, you start a steady line of folding the girls' laundry. Even with Nami’s small clothes, the amount of baby tees and bikinis she has en masse is enough to fill up all of the lockers if they’re not compressedly folded. You’ve had to learn that from experience more than a few times.

If your little interaction with Luffy hadn’t happened earlier, you would’ve taken this time to beat off now. Unfortunately, the guilt and embarrassment from the whole situation turned you off. You vow to never again touch yourself outside of your regular scheduled shower and bath times. 

You sigh. What could you even say about this morning? Luffy is your captain, the one who asked you to join as his nakama in the first place, someone you’ve trusted with your life along with the other crewmates, and it wasn’t exactly ideal to have him walk in on you booty butt-naked. God, you could dissolve into the earth’s core from all the embarrassment! 

It was not your proudest moment, but knowing Luffy, there’s not much left to do except hope he’ll forget it and you two can put it behind you in no time. Knowing him, it’s the most likely scenario.

After the last few articles, you stretch your legs and walk up to the deck to ensure everything’s okay. You doubt anybody would raid the fearsome Strawhat ship, but you’ve been surprised quite a few times since joining the crew. 

You walk to the door, but it suddenly bursts open before you can reach the handle. The lightning-fast momentum of it almost wacks you in the face, causing you to scream and jump out of your skin. 

“Hey, I found you!” It was the voice of the man who swung that poor door open. 

The one you wanted to avoid this whole time.

“Luffy?!” You yell, “What are you doing here? I thought you were out with the others on Tashini?”

“I snuck back here when Sanji and Ussop weren’t looking,” Luffy smiled. “I wanted to talk to you.”

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. 

𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗭𝗼𝗿𝗼 𝗛𝗖𝘀

The self-indulgence train has left the station! Listen, I think about this man on the daily. Entirely too often, in fact. SO, here are some headcanons of what I think typical intimacy would be like with Zoro. I may make a gentler one in the future, I think this is just how...a majority of it would go. Again, self-indulgence.

CW: NSFW MDNI! Rough p in v, light impact play, dominant Zoro, Zoro is a goddamn menace, honestly he's a bully, use of the word 'slut'

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It’s no secret that Zoro is strong, and that doesn’t become clearer to you than the way he handles you in the bedroom

There isn’t a moment’s hesitation. As soon as he decides he wants you - FLIP! You’re over his shoulder.

Or over his knee.

Or on his lap.

Or directly on his face.

Zoro isn’t afraid to manhandle. He actually lives for it, loving the feeling of putting you exactly where he wants you.

If you’re in public, and you’ve both been getting a bit too flirty or hot and heavy, he’ll make the decision rather quickly. As previously stated, there you go, right over his shoulder. Like a potato sack with zero effort on his part. And if you protest, he’ll swat your ass playfully once you’re far away enough from prying eyes.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Let’s go.”

Because of his tendency to manhandle, you’ll change positions frequently during sex. Zoro doesn’t care if you’re already sweating and panting, right on the brink of a euphoric release. If he decides you’re not done, he’ll pull out, flip you over from your back and put you onto your stomach. If he wants a break, he’ll grab you up by your thighs and make you ride him. Once you’ve already finished once or twice, he’ll easily grab your waist and lift your cunt onto his lips, eating you with a hunger that rivals Luffy’s. 

If it weren’t for the fact that the man trains with the craziest weights you’ve ever seen, you’d be certain this was a new training regiment.

You’re not sure if it’s because of the testosterone or not, but he can go forever. It’s like an Olympic sport to him. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - anything this man sees as a competition, he’ll compete. And he doesn’t lose.

And the dirty talk? Maaaaaaan.

“Ah, there you go - just like that. Take it like a good little slut, wanna feel you whining for it.”

“See that? So wet and tight for me. Really that eager, huh?”

It’s fucking filthy.

It didn’t start that way, quite honestly - Zoro was stiff in the bedroom when you first initially became intimate. There was a certain discomfort that came from the idea of his crew hearing any sounds of pleasure from either of you. Once he got comfortable, though? This man grunts. The bed shakes, and he’s been known to grab onto the headboard for leverage as he rails into you.

If you’re on top? Yeah, he’ll make you do the work until he’s too impatient. Then he has a habit of grabbing your wrists, supporting himself on his heels, and thrusting into you as deep as he can manage. He’s not satisfied unless you’re bouncing wildly on top of him, drool escaping your mouth or tears prickling at your eyes.

Another thing that developed over time was his love for praise and worship. He enjoys treating your body with the same respect he expects in return. Run your hands over his biceps, lick at his abs, trace your fingers over his scars - that’s enough to ensure you won’t be walking straight the next morning. 

His balls are also extremely sensitive, so handle them with care, please. Especially when giving blowjobs - it's the quickest way to get him to cum, and he won't be happy if you take the shortcut.

As stated earlier, he wants you to worship his cock, running your tongue along his length and teasing at his head. He'll happily run his calloused fingers through your hair, whispering curses under his breath and telling you how well you're doing.

Another note - Zoro, quite honestly, is an ass and hips man. He loves grabbing handfuls of your supple flesh, kneading it as he either gives you long, deliberate strokes or pounds you into the mattress.

He’s been known to slap your ass, too, and even your cunt if he feels you’re not responding the way he’d like.

You can always tell how close he’s getting. There are two signs actually - he stays in a position for longer than a few minutes, and the language gets increasingly possessive. 

“Yeah, you like that? Scream my name louder, baby. Want everyone to know exactly who’s making you feel this good.”

"Feel that? That's all for you. Been thinkin' about this all day."

“There you go, watch how your cunt takes my cock. Like it was fucking - nngh - made for me. All mine.”

If you return the possessive language, call out that you’re his or that he’s yours, he'll reward you with a searing kiss. If you're in a position where this isn't possible, believe that he will make it possible.

And then, with a final chant of your name and several grunts, the release will finally hit him. And it’s always messy with an obscene amount of hot ropes of cum.

He’s developed a habit of riding it out for longer than necessary to the point of overstimulating the both of you. He’s claimed that it’s just because he wants to get every last drop of his seed in you, but you think it has more to do with the fact that he loses focus the moment orgasm fogs his brain.

Aftercare isn’t particularly special, but he’ll easily manhandle you once again into a cuddle. Just so he can immediately fall asleep after the workout you put him through (that he put himself through, but no point in telling him that.)

Mornings after are a little different, though. If you’re having a hard time getting around, he’ll happily carry you. Not without (playfully) bullying you for being unable to walk.

“Damn. Was I really that hard on you, or are you just that whiny? Here, lemme get you cleaned up.”

The only time Zoro really showers, aside from when you chide him for going too long without one, is when you shower together. He enjoys the simple intimacy, the companionship, and will wash your hair for you in return for massaging his muscles under the hot water.

need to redecorate

summary: y/n and trafalgar law are in a new relationship, but haven’t met irl yet.

cw: MDNI, smut, law being a creep, spit, slight dom!law, p in v fucking, edging

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he wonders how he was able to bag a girl like you. your supple skin, thick ass and thighs. he was obsessed with the way that you’re always wearing mini skirts that are just a tad too small. he love the pudge of your stomach that puffs so softly out of the hem line.

he’s here again, back at this overpriced indie coffee shop. he knows your exact order and the approximate time frame of your arrival. he is waiting for you. not to pick you up or grab a coffee with you. but to get more images for his collection.

she was so perfect ‘n bubbly he thought, needed to capture her in every moment. when you’re grocery shopping, picking up meds, soaking up some sun while you’re in your backyard. he even has some tasteful shots of you undressing.

he finally notices you leaving the coffee shop with your cup in hand and hips swaying softly.

he has a drone. he would never bring his camera out like this, not where people could see him being a freak. his best shots always came from his camera though. the harder to get the sweeter the treat he thought. but with you just running errands, this would have to do. he’s lucky to have found one small enough to just slip past your mind and not notice it.

he glides the flying camera in your direction, lining up the angles perfectly. “my angel, such ‘n airhead. how have you not found me out yet.” he sighs and takes multiple shots of your body. he absolutely cannot not wait for these photos to develop, you looked delicious.

~

he is now hanging up his prizes from the day onto his wall. carefully placing each one with a few command strips, he could never damage his works of art with a stupid tack. ugh the thought of that disgusts him. law thinks he is a famous photographer. his works should be hung up in a museum (his bedroom).

he was especially excited for tonight though. such a cute and sweet event. tonight he’d get to watch a movie with you and it was also your one month anniversary. getting to see your face on his monitor would make his day. you always looked so innocently beautiful in the setting of your pretty room. sitting there listening to him speak with your dolly eyes.

it never felt weird being in a relationship with you considering you’ve never met in person. it’s been mentioned, but somehow one of you is always unavailable. one month isn’t even that long, he thought. i’ll be ready soon, i just uhh need to ‘redecorate.’

~

“happy one month anniversary babiee!!!” you sang on the other line. oh how you looked so stunning for him. silk cami resting pretty on your neckline and no bra. you felt so cheeky. seeing the attractive man on the other side sent butterflies to your tummy. his dark features cascading in his dark room. truthfully, kinda eery but ohhh so sexy.

his face warmed up at the sight of you. smiling warmly. his golden eyes picking up beautifully in the screen of your small laptop. “y/a ya~. happy anniversary,,,, ~pookie~.” he giggles at that last part. he’s definitely picking up some your language even if he denies that he isn’t.

after assessing our options. law agreed to your suggestion. we were going to watch {MOVIE}. law had everything all set up and had the movie on pause. “you have your snacks baby?” his voice was getting crunchy in the speakers of your old computer. stupid internet. you hummed and cuddled up with your blankets waiting for him to press play.

~

“babe.”

… he didn’t hear you.

“baby.”

“hmm?” his confused little face popped into frame. “yn ya~ what’s wrong?”

you sighed whilst sitting up, meticulously propping up on your tits so he could see you better. “the movies’ so blurry. can’t i just come over~”

law could hear you loud and clear. ‘come over?’ he thought. fuck what was he going to do. he’d love nothing more than for you to come lay with him and ‘watch’ movies. there’s just a small problem, his shrines. it’s about time you two get together, he just needed to be careful.

quick calculations and possible solutions are racing through his mind. uhhh she lives about twenty ish minutes from my place,,, i think i can do something.

he hesitated before speaking, “uhhm y- yea let me send you my address.” him actually agreeing made you so happy! you finally got to see you cute boyfriend! and on our anniversary too, what a treat! cartoony hearts were practically spinning around your head.

“oh okay!! i’m just gonna grab my things ‘n i’ll come over” you blew law a quick kissy through your camera and shut off your monitor. you were so excited.

“shit- twenty minutes to ‘redecorate’, i can do this.” law is panicking.

~

your bag’s keychains jingled against your body as you made your way up to his door, wrist immediately knocking agains the wood. a few moments pass as you anticipate his presence.

when you saw him standing there in front of you you were in awe. his skin glowing under the moonlight, he looked so perfect. was he sweating?

“y/a ya~” his voice is dripping with honey. it made you feel numb. he leaned down to kiss your lips. slender fingers coming to hold you cheek. your lips met his, his taste making you feel intoxicated.

“happy anniversary pretty~ let’s get inside” he reaches for you hand and you can’t help but notice how clammy they are. awe was he nervous? teehehe such a cutie.

~

movie long forgotten, law had you pinned beneath him. eyes assaulting every inch in your body. his thin fingers moving themselves to push on the plush of your inner thighs. “you’re so soft baby~” his fingers were toying with the seams of your panties. “‘nd soo wet already huh?” his eyes flicker to your own.

“shhhiiit ahh~ mhm yes laww” you whine out, dying for a taste. seeing pictures is nowhere near comparable to the real thing. you can already see his dick in his jeans and can’t help but arch your back at your imagination.

“want to feel me baby? let me take good care of you.” he sees your eager nodding and slips you out of your your soaking panties. his fingers are fumbling as he is trying to lower his boxers and unzip his jeans. “god yes law pleaSE.” two of his fingers slip past your fold with ease. noticing your arousal he swirls his digits around, collecting your juices. fuck your so slick, he wraps his fist around his thick cock to spread your liquid. he hisses at the relief.

“gonna fuck you good doll, just say my name for me, okay?” he whines as he gets to push just a little bit past his tip “shhhiiiitttt.”

“law please baby .. haahh~ more hmm.”

you can’t help but moan at his painfully slow movements. you can see it in his face too, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, it’s easy to tell that he wants to move too, but fucking you slowww is driving the both of you insane. his rhythm is picking up causing you to drool and mutter nonsense.

he puts a finger on your mouth pressing down firm against the pad of your tounge then moves to get in between your teeth. he’s adding one more digit to your mouth before using them to try and spread your mouth.

“open your mouth yn ya~” his eyes are lust filled as you see him start to collect spit in his own. he is fucking you faster now and with each thrust and shake, you’re eager to open your mouth for him. wanting to accept any liquid he has to offer.

“such a filthy girl y/a.” he missed, just a little. his fingers come up to rub some of the saliva away. you swallowed the remaining liquid and beg for him to go deeper. “fuck y/n you want it that bad huh, haaah~ tell me,, who’s pussy ‘s this?” his hand come to lay on your neck, squeezing tightly on both sides of your windpipe. he is struggling to hear you and pulls his dick out. “speak baby~”

feeling his length suddenly go missing from your cunt has you in tears. you were so close and full, now nothing. “law fuckk baby i was gonna cu-” he cuts you off and squeezes on your neck harder. “i said whos fuckin pussy ‘s this?”

white spots are forming in the corners of your vision, too close to your orgasm to black out now so you fight to speak back to him. “ahh, it’s ‘s yours law!! fuck- only yourss~” his grip on you looses ever so slightly but still keeps his hand there.

his lips curl into a smirk as he lines you up again. his heat filling you just right, and hearing his breathy whimpers were just enough to get you there. “such a good girl for me fuckk taking me so well baby i feel you suckin me in haahh-”

his dick so perfect for your hole, leaking soo much for him. cleanching down hard, you are ready for release. “law~ fuck s-so close, please uSE ME!” he lifts your knees to hit your most sensitive spot harder. his hips working against your aching body recklessly. you could tell he was close.

“shiit just just like tha baby,, right- ahh right fuckING THERE AHHH KEEP- keep goiNG♡” you walls are contracting hard on his cock almost milking him. your legs are shaking violently as you feel your orgasm start to take control of your whole body. hearing his moans has you squirting around him.

“fuck baby where do you want me to cum?”

comeing down from your high you manage to respond to him. “come on my tits.” you pull your shirt up slightly so he could decorate your pretty breasts with his semen.

he thinks your such a dirty girl and he’s obsessed with it. he pulled his thick, dripping cock from your hole and tightly squeezed around his creamy base. fuck he looked soo good like this, you could practically see his eyes rolling back as he fucking his fist above you. glimmers of sweat beaded on his forehead has him looking so angelic, it’s making your tummy do flips again. a gasp leaves his lips as he shoots his hot load across your breasts and swollen nipples. his breaths sending shockwaves to your aching cunt. he falls down close to you and kisses your forehead.

“happy one month y/n ya~”

~

after suddenly waking up, you notice a rough edge scratching your arm. reaching in between his mattress and the box spring, you pull on the foreign object and discover it’s a loose photo. oh it’s you. you giggle. you find him so endearing and obsessive…

unfortunately for him it was a blurry one, but you had an idea. while law was asleep, fucked out, you decided to gift him something better. his polaroid was placed on his desk so you had a mini photo shoot. you took only a few, one of your tits, still somewhat crusted with his cum. and a couple of your thighs and ass. and the final touch being a lipstick kiss stain in the corner of each one. you placed the camera back in its spot and tucked away your custom pieces of art with his other photographs. he will find them eventually. teheheh you’re welcome my love xx

*& we sleep again zzz*

an: y/n is a freak

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

buggy and co doodles!!

part one

part two

ADULT THEMES WARNING ‼️

After you both settled into bed, Luffy crawled under the covers and reflexively cuddled up to your back. He smiled widely, kissed your shoulder, intertwined your hands. He began talking excitedly about your most recent adventures, Luffy always enthusiastically explaining how he beat his most recent foe. His animated face and gestures always making you giggle. This had become a routine for you two, talking about your days (even though most days you spend together) as you cuddled in bed. It was such a common occurrence that if you two were separated both of you had trouble sleeping.

But as your voices died down and Luffy's stories ended, his hand moved up to cup your cheek. He grinned as he leant down for a kiss. Luffy’s kisses were - just like the rest of him - unpredictable. Not that you were complaining. You never knew which way he was going to turn or what he was going to do next and you loved it. He kissed you quickly and passionately, like your lips were the only thing that mattered. His lips were soft and he was a good student in learning how to move them, his tongue, his hands. You rolled to face him, pulling your bodies close together. Feeling the warmth of his strong body always made you desire more than just kissing.

You weren’t sure if Luffy knew what sex was or if he wanted it at all. You knew he loved hugging and kissing, that much you knew for sure, but they never went further. His hands wouldn't go lower than your waist, his mouth only going down to your collarbone before coming back up to your lips. Even when you would feel something poking your thigh he never made a move to go further. You didn't think he was being a gentlemen, you just thought he didn't know that there was more.

You didn’t exactly crave sex either and were more than fine being his kissing and cuddling buddy, it was more than enough to see him in a way that no one else did. To see him running to you first after a battle, to comfort him, to feel his warm body against yours. But when his lips and tongue and touch moved like that, your desires took over and you wanted to go further.

You wondered if he had the same desire. He said once to you, “I never wanted to kiss anyone until you kissed me and now I can’t stop myself around you,” and you suppose you understood that. After all, he was busy on his adventure to become the pirate king and always starting fights at whatever island the crew landed on. It's not like he exactly had time to explore his romantic or sexual desires and yet, he still made time for you.

As you kissed each other hungrily you tried to keep your thoughts pure, but the air grew thick and your body was hot. His lips were too much and not enough. You wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him impossibly closer. You wanted more… does he want more too? Does he even know there is more?

“Luffy, can we try something?” You ask when he lets you up for air.

He blinked at you, then, “not now.” He said with authority, tangling your legs together and continuing to kiss you both of his hands on your face holding you to him. You’d roll your eyes if they weren’t in the back of your head.

When you have an opportunity, you push at his chest and sit up.

“Don’t leave.” He whines, "Fine. What did you want to try?" You smile at him, pulling him up into a sitting position as well.

You move to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of his waist, and as soon as you were settled he grinned and moved his head to kiss you, seeming to think this is just a better position. You put your hands on his cheeks and held his face still. He whined again, puckering his lips desperately. You giggled.

“I want to touch you,” you say.

He seemed confused, “You already are?”

You sighed, "I want to touch more of you."

His eyebrows drew together, head tilting, "You're already sitting on my lap, how much more can you touch?"

You tried again.

“Luffy, I want to make you feel good." You say lowly, moving your hands from his face to into his black hair, gently untangling his locks.

Again he seemed confused, “You always make me feel good.” He was reassuring you.

You sighed louder, maybe show and tell will work.

When you were done untangling his hair, your hands moved down his neck to his shoulders trying to massage the weight of the world off of them. He goes through so much to protect you, his crew, and the friends he makes along the way and never asks for any praise. The least you could do was praise him in your own way, plus you never would get used to touching Luffy. His strength, his warmth, his smile, everything about him dragged you in.

Your fingers moved underneath his red shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. It fell down to the bed below him. Your hands move down his strong arms, feeling the muscles, the warmth, the hair tickling you fingers. When you got to his hands you intertwined them with yours and brought them to your lips, kissing each of his knuckles. Thanking his hands for protecting him and for protecting everyone.

Luffy exhaled deeply, smiling, “That does feel good.”

You glance at him and asked, “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” He said without hesitation.

You smiled and rewarded him with a sweet kiss to the lips. When you pulled away his lips followed you begging for more. You shook your head, not yet. You placed his hands on your hips looking him in the eyes telling him it was okay to touch you in a way that felt good to him. He seemed to understand because he look down at his hands on your waist and started to massage the flesh there with care. His hands starting to explore your body. You rewarded him with another kiss this time to his forehead.

"You're warm," he said in wonder, "and soft."

You placed your hands on his chest and started to explore him too. Your eyes following your hands as they moved over his strong pecs, the scar on his chest, his abs. Your hands moving up and down as it drove through the valley of his muscles. When you got to his waist, you moved your featherlight hands around to his back and continued to touch him, feeling his strong muscles underneath your fingertips.

Luffy's body shivered, you glanced at his eyes to see they were now closed. His mouth slightly open a bit of drool on his lip. You giggled softly. He looked relaxed, softly smiling at your laugh, his hands now massaging your thighs, your waist, your lower back.

When you were done explore his back, you moved your hands up and around his shoulders until they were at his front again. Moving then down, down, down until your fingers found the button of his shorts and undid it with shaky hands. You pulled down his zipper.

That’s when Luffy’s eyes opened, his hands stopped, he said your name.

Your hands pulled away immediately. You looked at him and blush deeply at the intensity of his eyes. He was staring at you as if he was seeing you for the first time. His dark eyes cloudy, confused, searching yours.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, “Is what I’m doing okay?”

He paused, still staring at you. He seemed to be trying to find words… perhaps trying to find what he was feeling.

“Luffy,” you said in a louder voice, “are you okay with what I’m doing?”

This seemed to snap him back to reality.

"No one's ever- touched me like this." He stared at you, you hoped you didn't make him uncomfortable, "But-" He smiled and nodded, saying honestly, “It does feel good.” He grasped your hands and brought them back to his waist, "Keep going."

You smiled back at him, capturing his lips again in a quick kiss. He nods at you when you pull away.

Your hands shake as you moved them slowly down to his shorts again. For as inexperienced as you knew Luffy was, you were just about as inexperienced. You'd been this far with someone, but not someone you cared about so deeply. Not someone you would see the next day, not someone who would wake up in your bed. Your shaking hands pulled his shorts open and your stomach flipped. You knew what you’d find in there, you knew there was no turning back now. It was hot in the room. Maybe we shouldn’t go further, you thought and then immediately said to yourself no, it's time you are ready you took an unsteady breath willing your hands to stop shaking.

Luffy said your name, grasping your hands. You looked at him and he asked, “Are you okay?”

Luffy was a lot of things and one of them was kind. He was also more perceptive than he let on. He knew when people were upset, uncomfortable, or sad. He knew that you were feeling nervous. Just hearing the concern in his voice, the feeling of his warm strong hands- it calmed you.

You took a deep breath, relaxing your body. This was Luffy, you told yourself, squeezing his hands. You trusted him with your life. He handled your heart, your body, your soul with care. You knew he wouldn’t make you go further… not that he knew exactly what going further meant. You knew he would be happy going back to kissing and never going this far again.

“Yes, I’m okay.” You smiled at him. And you were. He looked over your face and seemed to decide you were. He nodded, moving his head forward and capturing your lips. The kiss calmed you, warmed your body, reminded you why you wanted to go further.

With new found confidence, you opened his shorts again and pulled out his hard member. You wrapped your hand around him. Looking into his eyes once more to make sure he was okay - he nodded slightly. You moved your hand up to his tip and back down to his base. Luffy's breath shuddered, his brown eyes half closed. Your heart was hammering. While one hand moved up and down his shaft, the other rose to touch his chest exploring again. Luffy made a noise that made your head spin. You kept pumping your hand up and down, kissing his face. The moans he was making eliciting strong reactions out of you. You pumped your hand faster, his hands tight on your waist.

A few more pumps and his lower half jerked upwards, his head fell into the crook of your neck and he groaned loudly. His warm breath hitting your neck quickly as he reached his high. You kissed the side of his head, giving him praise.

When his body stopped jerking, his strong arms came up around your back and he pulled you close, so close you were struggling breathing a bit. He said your name over and over, snuggling his head into your neck as he calmed down. His head rose, his eyes locking with yours, and he kissed you so intensely that the only word you remembered was his name. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, catching his breath.

“That did feel good," he said, “can I try it on you next?"

Not that kind of guy.

This is a oneshot

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

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

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader.

[Warnings: none]

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

It started harmlessly enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t stir.

But he definitely heard.

⸻

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

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

“Zoro?”

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

“You okay?”

“Fine.”

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

He paused. “Just tired.”

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

Zoro blinked. His grip tightened slightly.

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

Your heart softened painfully.

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

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

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

You reached for his hand.

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

You leaned your head against his chest.

“I wanted you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gave you a suspicious look.

“…Don’t push your luck.”

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

-

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

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

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

Zoro.

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

No luck.

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

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

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

You didn’t even jump.

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

A single water lily.

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

You blinked in surprise, turning your head slightly.

“…You disappeared,” you whispered.

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

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

Your eyes widened. “For me?”

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

You blinked. “You remembered that?”

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

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

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

Your throat tightened.

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

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

“…You look good,” he muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were always the one.