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Vegapunk York

Law living his dream

headroom (nsfw)

zoro x fem!reader

in which you and zoro take a moment to slip away

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

masterlist | kofi

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

So sometimes it's forced. 

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

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

Let's get out of here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Insomnia

Pairing: Zoro x Reader, platonic Strawhats & Reader

SFW

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

You were exhausted.

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want help?”

“Help how?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not even a wink. Sorry.”

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

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

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

“It’s okay, Usopp. Really.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not really.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That sucks.”

You blink at him blankly.

He blinks back.

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

“Oh.”

“It sucks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess.”

“What have you tried?”

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

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

“Usopp’s idea.”

“What, did he tuck you in too?”

You go quiet.

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

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

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

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

“Someone’s a little jealous, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.”

can you guys watch my puppy luffy while i go eat… make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble

✮ — warrior’s executioner. 

you’re an earthquake that rocks his steady rhythm. 

tags — zoro x afab!reader. 1.3k wc. soft -> rough, like really, dappled with a lot of prose (i hope they make sense tbh). huge cock!zoro. creampie. a LOT of cum, sue me. cervix fucking. very explicit smut. minors, blank, and ageless blogs dni.

from hunter — i… don’t know. i felt so, so, soft for zoro in this fine afternoon. this fic made me vulnerable lmao. this is hardly proofread btw. ✮

imbued with an ache for glory since the sprout of his childhood, the way of the warrior lives in zoro’s skin and bones like a malignant disease of no existing palliative. he inhales the roughened edges of a samurai’s principle like air his lungs need to survive. these beliefs are claws of death that have grazed him one too many times, yet he wears the thousand cuts with pride. 

they whisper about him across the four seas: the devil wearing a human’s flesh, they say, siphoning his unyielding strength from the depths of hell. enemies see his swords like the embodiment of death, the extended hands of sharp torment, while allies revere his strength. 

his hands are tainted with blood from hard won victories. and zoro has never even thought of cleaning the proof of endless wars snaking along the lines of his palms until he’s met you. 

“are you sure you want this?” zoro asks for what seems like the third time, and for each you answer him with a feathery chuckle. “i don’t want to hurt you.” 

“you won’t hurt me, zoro.” there’s a spark of assurance in your eyes, fueled by conviction that it would take more than his tenacity to inflict pain upon you. 

zoro admires you for it; he desires you for that inelastic poise. and so he moistens his lips, guiding the raw end of his cock through your supple pussy lips. he’s been leaking like crazy, transparent lines of precum smeared all over your bare stomach where his rigid cock had been resting.

he palms his girth as if to soothe the stiffness; he’s unimaginably hard, pulsing with fierce vivacity. tremors rack zoro’s body, not on the account of anxiety, such is a distant feeling, but because of how much he wants to shove his thick cock right into your pussy, fuck you until your insides crumble.

“spread your legs wider for me,” he whispers, breath catching up in his throat when he feels the wet caress of your slabbering cunt around his flushed cocktip. 

you share a shuddering breath when he sheathes himself to the hilt, closing his good eye in concentration, in savoring the gummy embrace of your pussy around his twitching shaft. all the might and the brawn he’s built for years now melts into a thick puddle underneath his wavering feet. 

you’re an earthquake that rocks his steady rhythm. 

hovering above you, cautious as to not crush your ribcage with the weight of his immeasurable desire and wanton lust, zoro moves with calculated tempo. he pitches his head right below your chin, staggering breath fanning the crater between your collarbones. seconds— a dribble of a moment within which he loses his composure— that’s all it has taken for his gruff hand to cage the tender flesh of your waist and pull you with snapping vitality, therefore burying his hungry cock further in your insides. 

with an obscene yelp, you toss your head back. your weakened frame finds its leverage on zoro’s broad shoulders, leaving wild stripes of crimson on his golden skin with your nails. you can feel the ridges of his girth, the angry veins scraping your cunt repeatedly, making the little wet hole swell. 

“i’m sorry,” zoro confesses softly against your heated cheeks. “did i hurt you?”

you wish you can pour your heart out and say no, he’s not hurting you and he never will. tears grace the corner of your eyes, from the fluttering emotions hugging your belly, and you can only shake your head. at last, your hands find the curve of his flushed cheeks. he looks feverish, pushed into perpetual agony and terror of breaking you. like you’ve never done before, you tug him by the face and seal his lips with a kiss that quickly forms a whorl of saliva inside your mouths. you never let him go. 

zoro’s heart will burst, he swears it will. the unspoken consent triggers his primal need, the animalistic urge of wanting to prove how you drive him to the edge of insanity.

he pounds your pussy like a mad man freed from restraints. he folds your knees to fuck you properly while watching your cunt swallow his needy cock to the base. there are strings of transparent liquid connecting your pussy to his shaft, augmenting the smacking sound whenever he brings his weight down your soiled cervix. hungrily, repeatedly, mercilessly. 

“z… zoro!” your unabating and quivered chant injected with pleasure. “more… i need you— want you.”

need. 

his eye dilates as the word flows inside his system. he slides his upper body down to meet yours, a breathless yet fervent chuckle rising from his throat. zoro has been maiming your cervix with his insatiable cock for what seems like forever now. he’s been fucking you so maniacally that his bladder shudders and your pussy has turned a damped mess under his vigorous thrusts. all this is accompanied with brutal strength. 

instead of cowering away, you tell him to sink in you deeper. 

you, who emit the air of lavender blossoms and speak with honey in your mouth. you, whose featherlight touch whispers life into every withered thing. you, who keep a universe of all things soft and kind and gentle locked inside your velvet chest. 

“you’re perfect,” zoro murmurs against your mouth, pinning his cock one more time to your slabbering cunt. “and you’re mine.”

your belly heats up from the fervid claim. rapture, its pleasurable hand reaching for you, as zoro’s movements become deliberately slow. his spine moves like waves, the roll of his hips jittery yet deep. you feel it all at once when he pops your hardened nipple in his mouth. zoro suckles, salivating around the areola while maintaining his slow pace.

the heat picks up its intensity, along with the furiously lewd moan gaining strength and fleeing your lips. caged in a bubble of sensitivity that will burst at the seams with an airy touch, you clamp a hand over your mouth but zoro takes your wrist to pin beside your head. his final savage thrust sends rolling waves of euphoria squeezing your chest until the only way you can breathe again is to shout his name with a piece of your soul attached in it. 

zoro tattoos your expression in a huge part of his memory; the narrow of your brows, how your pretty lips shape his name, and the tears of release like silver satin adorning your eyes. with that image he buries his cock between your velvety walls, down and down until his cocktip meets your cervix again, and there— bouts of thick cum burst in your uterus. 

he screams your name, placing his life and his love between its syllables. you touch his face, soothing his shivers, but he just won’t stop filling your womb with fresh and viscid cum like he’s not busted a fat nut in a hundred years. zoro’s eye teared up at the sensation. 

“i… i can’t stop. fuck— it’s seeping. fuck, fuck—”

you lock your legs around his hips. “let it all out.”

zoro admits defeat and collapses on top of you. his cock continues to plug your pussy with blobs of cum. he withers beside you, then, and finally pulls out achingly. even without the grip of your cunt his swollen tip lazily oozes all over the sheets. 

“how are you feeling?” he tucks you in, securing your body with the warmth of his. 

“definitely sore,” you breathe, tracing the mark of stitches on his chest with a delicate finger. “but happy. how about you?”

he ponders at the question. how does he feel, truly? once, he wondered if his tenacity is just another word for wickedness and if shedding blood is the only purpose his unmatched strength serves. he pondered about the hunger he’s shackled in his core and whether it could only be satiated as he felled each enemy with a sword. 

zoro fears that he’ll never learn how to hold you close to his heart without tarnishing the perpetual twinkle of light in your luminescent eyes. but then he kisses you, and you do not flinch from its violence. 

zoro has found the answer, then. 

how could he ever hurt you when you make him tender?

how could he ever hurt you when you turn him to pieces?

supernova

summary: you wake up earlier than your captain, and reflect about your relationship with him.

pairing: monkey d. luffy x gn!reader

word count: 800+

CW: none, pure fluff, not beta read

The sun rises on the horizon, painting the sky a soft orange mixed with baby blue, pink clouds decorating the sky. It’s rare for you to wake up so early, right before the natural chaos of the crew seeps into your daily routine. It’s so quiet – the only sounds you can hear are that of the ship’s wood creaking, the waves splashing against the sides. Distantly, you can hear the seagulls squawking.

Blinking sleepily, you turn to see your boyfriend splayed across the other half of the bed. You let out a raspy giggle. Luffy’s snoring away without a care, legs and arms tossed in all directions. You always seem to stay within his vicinity even while he’s sleeping, though, your head never failing to lay on his chest despite the weird way he sleeps sometimes.

It’s the most peaceful you’ve seen him. Which sounds ridiculous, you think. He’s snoring loudly, drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth, but he’s perfect like this. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Raising a hand, you brush away strands of hair from his face, cupping his cheek. Your thumb grazes his iconic facial scar. You feel the bumpy scar tissue under your finger, a reminder of his determination to become King of the Pirates.

When he had told you the story of how he got that scar, a small child stabbing a dagger under his eye, you hadn’t laughed. Sure, it sounded silly, but you listened with eyes full of awe. How amazing it is to be someone as carefree but determined as Luffy, you thought then, and you still think it now. Such an enigma of a being, even after you’ve seen his fifth gear in action. He was like a god, the very voice of freedom and joy. You’d follow him anywhere if he gave the word, obey any order he gave.

But here in this little cabin on the Thousand Sunny, in your own little world, he was simply your boyfriend. Not a god, not a Captain, but yours.

A mixture of pride and love swells in your chest, spreading throughout your body like waves. You love him so much, willing to let him consume you like a supernova.

Lost in thought, you don’t realize he’s awake. It isn’t until you refocus that you notice he’s staring at you intensely, albeit sleepily. He stares at you with the same look you’ve given him many times – one full of awe, of love, of pride. Your cheeks flush at the thought, how he’s willing to let you consume him wholly just like you would let him.

“Good morning, Luffy,” you whisper, smiling bashfully. A wide grin spreads on his face, and he leans in, bumping his forehead against yours.

“Mornin’, sweets,” he says with that raspy voice of his when he’s barely woken up. It sends shivers down your spine. He presses a sloppy kiss against your cheek, and you laugh. “What were you starin’ at me for, huh?”

You falter, face warming up as you avoid his gaze. He raises a hand to clutch your chin, turning you to face him. He’s grinning, but there’s a sort of playfulness and hunger behind his eyes.

“Just…. Admiring the view,” you say shyly, glancing away.

 Luffy blinks once, then twice. And then he lets out a joyful laugh. His arms coil around you like a snake, pulling you in for a tight hug. You squeal happily, giggling as he presses dozens of kisses against your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally, your lips. You press back against him, enjoying the feeling.

It isn’t until Luffy pulls back that he stares at you intensely again, no smile on his face, but you know he isn’t upset. He’s serious and almost possessive when he looks at you like that, but you aren’t afraid of it – you welcome it with open arms.

“You’ll be by my side once I’m King,” he says, dark eyes boring into your very soul. He doesn’t phrase it like a question, but as a statement. He’s so sure you’ll always be with him. You’ve always been anxious that something would happen to you before he found the One Piece – compared to his strength, you were nowhere near close. You could get killed, die of sickness, or a million other ways. But the way Luffy says it, as if he knows it’ll happen, as if he’s seen the future, that anxiety melts away into something purer.

Hope.

You press a chaste kiss against the corner of his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. You feel his heart beating against your chest, so close to touching your own. Luffy keeps his arms coiled around you, squeezing you tighter. With a smile spread on your lips, you cuddle against him.

“I’ll always be by your side."

Just a little Honey. | Roronoa Zoro

Contents: Smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hisses, "m' so slow baby"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?"

For a man who was always nonchalant/always looking upset, he sure was touchy.

So when he grabs you by the waist literally out of nowhere, you flip out and drop the folders, seeing the papers fall out and scatter.

You grumble and turn around, irritated as fuck and ready to blow off the chip that had been on your shoulder since early this morning.

“See what you made me do?! What do you want!” you yelled with furrowed eyebrows and cross your arms over each other under your chest.

He stared down at you and hesitated for a moment before speaking, “I need something from you” he mumbled with a deeper tone.

“What? You couldn’t make yourself known first instead of just grabbing me like that?” you yelled out, sighing in frustration and pouting, knowing you were going to get yelled at for the papers.

He laid his hands on both sides of your head and gently massaged your temples with his thumbs, absolutely shocking you. With your eyebrows slightly furrowed now, you blinked a couple of times, looking in his eyes for a moment then looking away, avoiding further eye contact with him.

“I don’t care for the papers… but, I do need something from you right now” he whispered once more and leaned down, closing the distance between your neck and his face. You started screaming in uttered embarrassment and feeling absolutely flustered when you feel his hand gently cup your right cheek.

You start to feel a little lightheaded, palms sweating and heart racing faster than normal.

“Th-the hell’s wrong with you?!” you stuttered, feeling your heart swell and something blossom in your stomach. You laid your hands on his chest, trying to push him off but with no luck.

You’ll admit, you had a little crush on him but, it wasn’t anything serious just because you felt deep down you never had a chance and it wasn’t worth it.

His hands move around to your upper back, slowly sliding down to your lower back as if caressing it. He pushes his nose into your hair, inhaling the fresh aroma from your products and exhaling as he opened his eyes. He leaned back but stayed just a few inches away from your face.

You both stood there in silence, staring into each others eyes, with you absolutely flipping the fuck out at the sudden intimacy and him trying to control this “beast” waiting to come out.

“I-I have to go-!” you stuttered out, trying to leave the space but being gripped slightly tighter than before.

“We’ll take it slow-” he mumbled against your cheek, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist “TAKE WHAT SLOW?” you frantically yelled out, overwhelmed with agitation and embarrassment. Your nervous and flustered yelling was cut off when he pressed his covered cock against your pelvis, causing a moan to slip out of your mouth.

“there we go..” he spoke quietly through clenched teeth, feeling his cock harden even more and his pants getting tighter in the front. Your eyes widened as you shakily covered your mouth.

“Why hold back when you can let go, sweetheart?” he whispered in your ear, giving it a nibble as he removed your hand from your mouth and wrapped his arm around you, holding you in place while the other hand laid against your ass cheek and gripped it tightly.

A squeak fell out of your mouth and you bit your bottom lip, forcing down another moan ready to slip out as you squeezed your eyes tightly. As if a switch flipped on, he bent down and picked you up, hauling you over his shoulder then walking out the room with you protesting and beating his back with your fists.

Crocodile, Mihawk, Law, Zoro, Pell, Madara Uchiha, Kento Nanami, Ushijima Wakatoshi

hii 💓 can i get a fluff drabble of zoro realizing reader (preferably fem reader) is the person he wants to spend the rest of his life if, like when and how would the realization hit him?

only if u want too! thank you for you amazing works 🎀

Hi pretty! Thanks for your request and your nice words. I hope you enjoy this ♡

Revelation

Roronoa Zoro x fem!reader

Zoro has a revelation.

note: feels and fluff. sfw. established relationship. cw: 1,1k

Zoro is very aware of himself, especially that he's not an emotional person, more logical and calculating. Years of training have made him a disciplined and self-demanding man. He knows that emotional outbursts only lead to desperation, and desperation to defeat. And Zoro would never lose to anyone again. So why did he feel like such a loser around you?

It's a damn mystery how all the confidence and strength disappears from his body when you're around, especially when you look at him that way and smile so warmly. How your hands held him with so much grace and how your kisses tore him from hell and raised to the gates of heaven. He still wonders how you accepted a man like him being by your side.

At first Zoro tried everything in his power to be stronger in front of you, even leaving his pride aside and asking for the help of Sanji, the person with the most experience in that kind of thing he knows, to understand his own mind. But that is not functional, his words and mockery made no sense. Zoro couldn't fall in love, he thought back then. Zoro couldn't be in love with you. It was silly, but… But it was, and as much as he wanted to deny it or ignore it, his heart only seemed to beat for you since the revelation of his feelings. He didn't believe you would be able to reciprocate his feelings, and he would like to say that he was brave enough to accept that, but that would be a vile lie. Your rejection terrified him more than fighting a dragon. The thought of losing you in some way still terrifies him today. Luckily for him, his feelings were never one-sided.

He remembers when his feelings were exposed thanks to jealousy. The crew had just helped an island and that night they celebrated with a banquet at dusk. Zoro was standing next to the older men drinking in peace, enjoying the alcohol and the adults' stories, but his eyes kept turning to your figure. The summer dress danced gracefully with every move you made as you danced with Nami and the villagers together. Your laughter reached his ears like the sweet melody of sirens to sailors, but instead of taking him straight to an atrocious death, you lifted him to heaven. Everything was going perfectly, until Sanji asked you to dance, the bitterness of jealousy invaded him, but it was only the tip of the iceberg. After the curly eyebrow walked away from you a line of men waited their turn to dance with you, each one more daring than the last. Zoro couldn't take it anymore. The alcohol felt tasteless in his mouth, which led him to drink too much, so much so that he found himself walking towards you, dragging your body away from the center of the men.

It was a great relief that you took it with fun, letting yourself be guided away from everyone, corresponding to his hungry kiss with the same passion. And that the next day you would greet him with a small kiss on the lips. Since then both were in a relationship. No words or formalities were necessary, your connection went beyond that.

He is proud to be your man and to be able to call you his woman. His own body, soul and mind belong only to you.

That day he woke up early in the morning, the sun was just rising in the East. His body was warm thanks to yours pressed against his side. His arms held you firmly and his hand came up to run over your face. The sensation that invaded him felt like a blow, the sensation that led him to bring you as close as he could to his body and breathe in your smell. It was a mixture of desperation, fear, longing and love all together and it left a nostalgic taste in his chest.

Now that his gaze was on you, he returned to that feeling. Sitting at the top of the crow's nest, the sunset highlights your silhouette and illuminates your face. You're wearing a ruffled white blouse that makes you look like you're a mere figment of his imagination. No one could look like that in reality. Except you did. You do. You are very real and that terrified him beyond belief. The sensation became more intense, but also lighter.

As if Zoro had called you with his mind, hears you scream his name and his throat goes dry. Oh, lord. His name on your lips sounds like the song of the birds at dawn, the light breeze of the evening, like the sound of the calm sea against the shore of the beach. His heart feels weak. With your hand you invite him to climb, and despite the distance, he can see how delicate they are. Hands made for softness, for caresses and love. Zoro thinks about his own hands, big, rough, full of calluses and scars. His hands weren't made to hold yours, he thought like a revelation. And the idea hurt like a stab in the back. As you are made for worship and he… He was willing to worship you from afar.

Think about how you belong up there, tall and glorious, like a holy goddess to whom he would pray every dawn and every dusk. How he belonged down there, to the mundane and cruel world, where he would be a faithful devotee of your image.

Zoro wants to spend the rest of his life admiring you. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. The feeling in his chest disappears with a smile on his face. He loves you. He loves you for life. And it's terrifying and so wonderful at the same time. He loves you, a lot.

You tilt your face, noticing Zoro's gaze. It seems like he's looking past you, and you allow yourself to get lost in his image. You can't deny it, you have accepted it from the first moment, Zoro is in your eyes a man worthy of praise. His determination, loyalty, bravery and his heart of gold, hidden behind that great armor with a serious and stoic face, have stolen your soul. You can feel your eyes fill with eyes, your chest full of love. And you go down quickly until you reach him. He awaits you with open arms, with a face full of peace and love. Think that the way you get closer is what it feels like to be close to heaven. It is an image you will treasure for the rest of your life. You love Zoro with all your heart and soul.

“What's wrong Zoro?” you ask softly, holding his face in your hands, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Nothing,” he answers, taking your hands in his. They fit perfectly. “I just had a revelation.”

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the calling

The Thought of You

CW: NSFW minors DNI, Male masturbation, fantasies of penetrative sex and hand jobs

When the days are more stressful than usual, the tension in Laws body building to a peak as he walks into his quarters, he needs a way to relieve his stress. He locks the door behind him and trudges to his bed, sitting on the edge as he began to unbutton his shirt.

He lay back on the bed, hand traveling down to the waistband of his pants, fingers slipping beneath the fabric to grab his growing erection. He pulled it out of his pants with a sigh, and before fully succumbing to his needs, he reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a picture of you. It was a candid shot, one where you were smiling at the camera and looking utterly breathtaking.

Law let out a low groan as he closed his eyes, his hand wrapping tight around his cock as he started to stroke himself. He started slowly, savoring the feelings with each movement of his hand, but as the images of you started to flood his mind, his hand moved faster, more urgent. He imagined your touch, your scent, the way you might look at him with desire in your eyes.

The thoughts about you began to spiral. He imagined your hand replacing his own, your fingers trailing across his shaft teasingly as you brought him pure ecstasy. The thought of that alone pulled a drawn out groan from his lips, his hips bucking up into his hand.

He imagined you on top of him, your hips grinding against his with a desire for much more. Law could only fantasize about the way your breath would catch in your throat as he entered you, the feeling of being stretched and filled by him driving you closer and closer to the edge. He could feel your arousal coating him, just how tight and wet you are as he buried himself deep inside of you, your walls clenching around him so deliciously.

As Law fucked his fist, he could almost feel the weight of your body on him, your chest bouncing with each movement as you rode him with reckless abandon. He pictured the way your hands would claw at his chest, leaving behind red marks that were sure to be left behind for days. 

The image of you lost in pleasure only encouraged him to keep going, his strokes growing more frantic as he imagined the way you sounded. He could picture the whimpers leaving your lips being soft and breathy at first, but growing louder and more desperate with each thrust into you. He could see the way your face would contort with pleasure, eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy, or the way your lips would part, tongue lolling out as you pant, silently gasping as you reached your own orgasm.

The tension built in Laws body, the coil in his gut tightening as he neared his release, his hand moving frantically. And then, with a final desperate thrust, Law was hurtling over the edge, his orgasm crashing over him. He cried out your name as he spilled himself onto the picture of you, the force of his release leaving him trembling. 

And he would lay there, panting and spent as reality swept over him. The fantasy faded, and he was left with his fading fantasies and a sticky picture of you. One day, just maybe one day, he will work up the courage to confess, but for now, his desires will continue to stay stuck in his mind.

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

Oh, Captain (Luffy x reader)

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 5222

Warnings: Afab!reader, gendered language, noncon, physical coercion, outdoor sex, inappropriate use of 5th Gear

A/N: My second ever commission and the lovely donor was kind enough to give me permission to post it for everyone else to read. Thank you for a great experience, @avidbroswer!! 🩷🩷🩷

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Let’s help Luffy, they’d said.  

We’re a crew, they’d said. Family. 

You don’t feel very much like family when you’re running for your life from the very captain you’d sworn loyalty to. Or at least, you’re pretty sure that the strange figure with white nimbus cloud hair is your captain. You’d watched it happen from a (questionably) safe distance, when he suddenly transformed in a surge of sparking static electricity that made your skin crawl like it was trying to escape from your bones but it’s still hard to believe that it was really him. Even having seen the reality of it with your own two eyes doesn’t make it any easier to accept. 

Luffy was supposed to be a dark haired, dark eyed youth in the prime of his life. Not this uncanny version of him that giddily laughs with boisterous amusement while he ping pongs about so violently within the craggy mess of scorched earth in the wake of his battle with Kaido that you can feel the massive chunks of rock slamming into the ground as much as you can hear it. One after another, from the left and then the right, they just keep falling in an almost continuous rain of rubble and ruin. The resulting shockwaves very nearly take you off your feet more than once but you force yourself to keep running even when your sore legs scream in protest, aching from the exertion. It was the only choice you really had at this point. 

And it’s not lost on you that this is technically your own fault for getting so close to the fight but you’d wanted to help. All that talk of family and crew, and unwavering allegiance to the Straw Hats had clearly infected your brain because you’d rushed straight into the danger zone despite knowing good and well that you were the only one close enough to make it in time. Now you were the one who needed help and it wasn’t going to arrive soon enough to do you any good. 

What an idyllic fool you’d been. 

“Ah!” You suddenly get tripped up in all the rocky debris laying across the ground and fall to your knees with a seething hiss. Your palms come back scraped where they’d shot out to catch you but you’ve managed to avoid taking the brunt of it to the face. Thank the stars for life’s smallest miracles. 

Panting heavily, you just sit there amongst the broken wreckage and detritus for a harrowingly long beat, trying to catch your breath. You can still hear the chaotic destruction of Luffy — or the man who had once been Luffy — bouncing around like a rubber ball behind you, completely unimpeded by the laws of gravity or common sense. It sounded like he was having a blast. 

Maybe that was good. Maybe he hadn’t even noticed you yet, so lost within the mess of demolished land and too tiny a speck to even draw his attention. You had a chance to escape then, if that was the case. 

Any such hopes quickly fizzle out when his uproarious hooting and hollering abruptly rushes towards you, getting louder and louder until your eardrums start to vibrate. You suck in a sharp, nauseated gasp and slap your hands over your ears as you twist around to look behind you. Just in time to watch Luffy sail overhead like a shooting white comet. The kickback from his high velocity speed hits you seconds later, tearing a shriek from your mouth when the wind hits you full force and as solid as any wall. 

Too busy ducking down with your head between your knees to protect yourself from the sting of flying rocks, you don’t get to see how he manages to pivot his momentum mid air and land a couple hundred yards away. You hear it though. You feel the shock of impact too, when it races through the ground to make the rubble underneath you tremble. It goes quiet then, and unnaturally still. Suddenly all you can hear are your own labored gasps. 

You hesitate to do it but, realizing you have no other option, you slowly lift your face to peer out over all the fallen debris. Standing at a distance, Luffy just looks at you with a fiercely manic edge in his now golden-yellow eyes that makes your veins ice up. You’re more certain than ever that this cannot be your captain. He should have been giving you the usual bright faced, happy go lucky grin he always did when he inexplicably came out on top against all the odds that were stacked against him. Not this — viscous leer of victory. 

But if this wasn’t Luffy then who in the seven seas was it? 

“Have you come to celebrate with me?” 

His voice isn’t quite the same either. More raspy, like the weight of immense power flowing through him was putting strain even on his vocal cords. You don’t think you like that any more than you like the way he’s eyeing you up as if you were a stuffed pig on a roasting spit. Even for his bottomless pit of an appetite, you’d never seen him look at another person quite like that. 

Cautiously slow, you straighten up out of your defensive huddle. Work to get your feet under you without taking your attention off him for even a moment and then stand so you can prepare to … what, run again? A lot of good that had clearly done you. 

“I don’t think it’s time to celebrate just yet.” You tell him softly. “We need to find the other Straw Hats. Make sure they’re all okay. You still remember them … don’t you, Luffy?” 

Your emotional plea only succeeds in giving him a momentary pause. “But I have so much energy left. I just want to dance and shout, and jump into the air! You’ll join me, won’t you?” 

He takes a step towards you, a rather aggressive one at that, and you quickly back up. Something told you if you didn’t agree to go along with this he was going to try and force you into joining in on whatever constituted his idea of merrymaking. Unfortunately you weren’t sure if you’d survive that, given the state of all the crumbled boulders littering the ground on this now desolate stretch of land. 

“No, Luffy. Not right now. We have to - -“ 

With an abrupt jerk, he lurches forward as if to launch himself at you. His rubbery legs momentarily struggle for traction on the ground, as if they couldn’t quite decide what consistency they wanted to be, but you don’t plan on sticking around long enough to find out. Feeling like you’ve forgotten how to breathe, you spin around and make a mad dash for it, barreling straight into a dead sprint. 

It’s a resounding effort in futility. 

You don’t even make it three whole steps before he slams into your back hard enough to take you right off your feet. 

There’s a split second moment of shock at how fast he’d managed to close the distance, and then the ground is rushing up at your face again. 

That dizzying blur of vertigo inducing free fall coupled with the way your vision tilts on its axis very nearly has you spewing your guts right then and there. But if Luffy picks up on the dire, sickened tinge coloring your wounded grunt he certainly doesn’t act it. He just flings his arms around your middle, alarming in their fleshy elasticity and yet still familiar to you, then hauls you up against his front before you can slam into the rocks. 

Everything happens much too fast for you to keep up with any of it. Your brain is reeling, still trying to recover from the impact of his body colliding with yours and the subsequent head rush that followed. So stunned you can’t even find the wherewithal to protest his treatment of you let alone try to fight your way free. Unable to do anything else, you simply allow your limbs to bonelessly flail when he takes a handful of eager steps forward with you in his arms. 

In the next moment Luffy spins you out away from him, snagging your wrist to stop your momentum and make you jerk to another abrupt standstill. The yank on your shoulder causes it to pop, splintering pain racing up your arm as you cry out. He doesn’t care though. He either doesn’t care or he doesn’t notice, because he just pulls you right back into him again, hard enough to make you collapse with a teeth rattling jolt against his chest. 

“Come on!” He laughs, loud and frenzied, his hold on you much too tight where it’s shackled around your wrist. “Dance with me! Aren’t you having fun?” 

Teeth gnashing to fight back the nausea, you bring your uncaptured hand up and brace it against his shuddering frame. You’re more than just a little surprised to find his heartbeat hammering out a sharp, almost violent staccato against his ribcage, so powerful you can feel it thrumming through his skin. It reminds you of an endless procession of war drums. Too many to count and impossibly loud, their ferocity equally intimidating and awe inspiring. 

What in the world had happened to him? 

You don’t have the privilege of lingering on that question for very long. Couldn’t afford to, as you try to get your tired legs situated under you again so you can stand on your own. “You’re hurting me, Luffy. We don’t have time for this right now. Just let me go. Please.” 

But he doesn’t even seem to register what you’re saying as a plea at all. 

A snickering, raspy laugh rattles up out of him, and you vehemently push at his narrow chest with your uncaptured hand. Shove him as hard as you can. He still doesn't budge though, simply reaching up to snag that wrist too so he can forcefully spin you around in his arms. You feel sick with the rush of motion coupled with the fatigue and throbbing pain in your body but there’s nothing you can do to stop it. He’s too strong, too wild, too lost in whatever manic high he’s slipped into after his fight with Kaido. 

Tightening his grip to lock you against his front, Luffy moulds himself to the line of your back with such an unnatural, rubbery motion that you find yourself fighting not to wretch even as his mouth finds your neck. He nuzzles at you for a brief moment, just brushing his lips over your jackhammering pulse before angling his nose towards the spot just behind your ear. The breath he draws is slow and savory, and he seems to hold it in his lungs for an unnecessarily long time. 

When he at last sighs out, displacing some of the loose flyaways in your hair, an unmistakable rumble low in his chest accompanies it. “Mmm, you smell good. Like victory.” 

What the hell was that supposed to mean? “Luffy, just listen to me … don’t do this. I - I don’t really understand what's happened to you but we can figure it out together. We’ll fix it. I promise. But you need to let me go or - -“

“Let you go? But we’re having so much fun. I want to have even more fun with you but you’re not a fighter, not like he was. And you don’t want to dance with me either.”

He sounds dangerously close to pouting when he says that last bit and you give a halfhearted twist in his hold, testing for any slack. It’s no good though. For as little effort as he seemed to be putting into it, his arms were like iron shackles where they’re criss crossed over your body. Dammit. 

“Why?” You seethe in frustration and fast mounting panic. “Why won’t you just go back to normal, Luffy? This isn’t like you!” 

His frame shakes behind you with the giggles that rise within him, making his whole body vibrate like a mercilessly shaken soda bottle. It quickly grows, rapidly multiplying and expanding until he at last throws his head back with a cackling peel of laughter aimed up at the sky. It’s much too close to your ear and deafeningly loud, reigniting your desperation to get away from him, but your wild thrashing just causes him to laugh even harder. Like he found it hilarious that you were scared and trapped against him. 

“I can’t!” He howls, belly laughing so ferociously it makes you jerk in his hold. “I can’t go back until I’ve used up all of this energy! It feels like I’m going crazy but it feels good too! Amazing even! I’ve never experienced anything like it before! I want to keep going but you can’t fight and you won’t dance with me … but there’s something else we can do together, isn’t there?” 

“What are you ta - -“

He releases you so suddenly you don’t even realize you’re crumpling to the ground until your butt has already hit the rocks, surprising a yelp out of you. Fresh pain immediately races up from your backside in a blinding starburst and you outright hiss as you gingerly start to angle yourself onto your hip in hopes of taking some of the pressure off of where it hurts the most. You don’t quite make it that far though. 

Luffy’s hands are suddenly on your shoulders, shoving you forward to sprawl out rather inelegantly on your front. He follows you down, pinning you to the destroyed ground with his body weight, and you immediately start to panic in earnest. Your captain didn’t look like much more than a lanky beanpole at first glance but he was so densely packed with muscle that he felt like a sack of bricks on top of you. It makes it hard to breathe and the quickened, gasping lungfuls of air you suck in don’t exactly help. Your chest constricts painfully tight as you struggle against him, forgetting all logic and reason in your blind desperation to get away from him. 

He doesn’t even seem to notice though, still just as unbudging sprawled out over top of you as he’d been when the two of you were standing. No amount of kicking your legs or bucking up underneath him even gives him pause, and his greedy hands fumble down to your waist where they squeeze tight enough to rip a hurt shriek from your throat. This doesn’t cut through the manic haze spurring him on either. He doesn’t even waver. 

“What are you — stop that! Have you lost your mind!” 

“I’m sorry.” He snickers, not sounding very sorry at all as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck again. Another deep, savory inhale. Another rumbling exhale right against your pulse. The faintest growl that trails afterward is new though and you go painfully still under him, hardly even daring the blink despite all the grimy dust kicked up in your desperate fight for freedom. 

You’d never, ever heard such a sound come out of him before. It scares you perhaps most of all, and you’d seen many a frightening and unsettling thing since stepping foot into Onigashima. Somehow this just really took the cake though. 

“I’m sorry,” He says it again. Contradicting this, his callous worn fingers dip into the hem of your pants and start to tug at them, jostling you with each insistent pull. “I’m sorry, heheee. I just can’t help myself. If I can’t have you I don’t know what I’ll do. You’ll help me calm down, won’t you?” 

Your mind struggles to process that. He was asking you to help him? Not with words or medicine, or even the endless supply of food he would have otherwise asked for had he been in his right mind. He wanted your body. 

So that’s what it was then. What it all boiled down to. 

If he couldn’t fight you and you refused to dance with him then that left only one other option. He was going to fuck it out of his system. Anything to get rid of all the excess energy running through his body, making him vibrate like a lit fuse on top of you. It made a certain amount of sense, you supposed, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. 

Curling your hands into tight fists against the rocks, numb to the abrasive sting, you draw a rattling breath to center yourself. It doesn’t do much in the way of good. “Please don’t do this.” 

It’s like he doesn’t even hear you, a grunt of victory puffing out of him when he finally manages to get your pants tugged down over the curve of your ass. 

“Please.” You gasp, the sound wet and faltering. 

Completely ignoring you now, Luffy reaches further down to fumble with something lower while his opposite hand possessively curls around your hip to keep you in place. You hiccup rather sadly at the distant sound of rustling clothes, almost completely lost under the violent pounding of blood in your ears, but there’s no missing the fleshy nudge against the back of your thigh that soon follows. It leaves a sticky smear where it touches you, inspiring an eruption of horrified goosebumps in its wake. 

You don’t have to look to know what’s touching you. The innate knowledge of what’s happening and who is responsible for this paralyzing fear that grips your aching heart in a chokehold is horrible and suffocating all at once. Stinging tears spring up and well in the backs of your eyes but you clench your teeth to try and stifle the terrified wail threatening to claw its way up your throat, knowing it would only sound hysterical. 

On one hand you almost couldn’t believe this was really happening, even though the reality of the situation was staring you right in the face. It just seemed almost too implausibly awful to be real. 

But on the other, Luffy wasn’t exactly known for his self control or restraint. You knew this. Had even found it charming at one point or another, so you brace yourself for the worst. It just might be the only thing that ends up saving you. 

“Captain - -“

“I’m sorry.” 

He’s suddenly between your legs, pressing up into you from behind. You go ramrod stiff against him, your whole body clenching in genuine distress, but it does very little to stop him. Like he’s done it a million times before, or perhaps thanks to the instinctive muscle memory bestowed upon every man with a working cock, he pushes right in on your entrance until cunt slips start to part under the pressure. A thin, tremulous groan escapes him at the first kiss of your hot guts against the tip and then he just keeps pushing. Even when your muscles tense up and try to keep him out. Even when he meets a great deal of resistance as your body tries its best to reject him. If anything he almost seems to take it as a challenge the same way he would another combatant or a roadblock standing between him and his goals. 

In this case his goal is clearly to sink himself in you right down to the hilt, and he just puts more effort into his cause the more you try to fight it. Leans his weight into you until it feels like your poor cunt is taking the full brunt of his mass. The resulting stretch of your inner sleeve is painful and drawn out, taking much longer than it otherwise would have had you been even slightly prepped for this. 

Your mouth hinges open but nothing comes out for a prolonged moment as the tears break loose to streak down your face. It feels like he’s tearing you in half! Either he was much bigger than you’d assumed he’d be or by virtue of how tightly your interior walls were squeezing him — or even some terrible combination of the two —  it was like you were being split down the middle. You couldn’t even breathe through the choking discomfort of it and a threadbare, sobbing little mewl dislodges from your throat when he at last manages to shove himself past that first barrier. 

Full penetration is much easier for him to achieve after that but it’s no less painful, and you cry out when he snaps his hips forward once, twice, and finally lodges his length the rest of the way in on the third. A pleased huff slips out of him as he settles on top of you, a fresh wave of giggles quickly following suit. It was like he’d gone mad. So wrapped up in the raving power that had turned his hair white that he can only laugh about it even while he’s buried balls deep in your body. 

That short lived pause is all the respite you get though and Luffy is soon moving, rutting into you with quick, sharp little jabs up into your guts. You shriek at the top of your lungs, clawing at the ground while you kick out behind you, but he ignores this the same as everything else. Lying prone and trapped under him, all you can do is take it. 

“Waah — why are you doing this, Luffy? It hurts! If … if the others find out about this - -“ 

“I know, hahaaa. I know. I’m sorry, but I can’t stop. You feel … this feels amazing! Almost as good as fighting Kaido did!” 

You seethe at that, trying your damndest not to get caught up on it right now but that proves to be more than a little difficult. He really didn’t see any difference between fucking and fighting? Somehow that seemed so typically him, and you think you would have probably joined him in laughing about it under better circumstances. 

But better circumstances wouldn’t have found you being roughly jostled back and forth on the ground by his eager, jack rabbit thrusts. The motion of his hips lacks any and all refinement with no technique to speak of, and yet that doesn’t stop you from seeing stars every time his cock blindly rams into your upper wall. It punches the air from your lungs and materializes out of your mouth in the form of heaving, strained bleats of distress that quickly climb to a higher and higher pitch with each second that goes by. Not for the first time today, you feel like you really might throw up. 

“Ooh, that’s …” He suddenly gasps, lets out a half strangled groan, and drives himself into you even harder. Faster. The force of his pelvis slapping against your upturned ass rapidly grows to a steady, almost constant blur of stinging swats — plap, plap, plap, plap — and you shriek at the rapidly swelling pressure on your gut. “Ooh, that’s good. That’s good! It feels so good! I - I can’t - -“ 

Without warning, your pussy abruptly floods with wet, sticky warmth. He hadn’t even given you a chance to beg for him to pull out. 

Your eyes widen to the approximate size of dinner plates but he just keeps pistoning his hips even as the rest of his shuddering frame gives a series of little jerks to thoroughly empty his balls into you. He shows no signs of slowing down or tiring any time soon though, his limitless energy evidently far outpacing his obvious lack of experience. 

It’s a hard thing to wrap your reeling head around just how quickly everything has happened and yet there’s no mistaking it for what it is. The sensation is completely foreign to you but you innately understood it for what it represented, what it could potentially mean for your future. You’re not half as relieved to have it done and over with as you are terrified of what it meant. 

Even more confounding, however, is that it doesn’t so much as make Luffy slow down let alone stop now that he’s painted your inner sleeve a thick, creamy white. Not the orgasm itself which, considering how much he fills you up, should have thoroughly drained him for the time being, nor the possible repercussions of allowing himself to shoot off inside of you like that. He just keeps going without a care in the world, like it wasn’t his problem and he still had more than enough stamina to keep up the harried pace he’d settled into for the foreseeable future. The only sign of it burning up any of his energy at all is the slightly labored quality his breathing takes on, but that’s it. 

Realizing that this ordeal is still far from over, you give your body a twist and try to angle your cunt away from the constant attack of his cock. “H - hold on a minute, what … aagghhh, what are you doing, Luffy? You - - you can’t just cum inside like that, you idiot!” 

“Can’t stop! Heheehe, I can’t, I can’t, not when you keep squeezing me like that!” 

All but wheezing at the intense pleasure of thrusting into the sticky mess he’s made of you, Luffy presses himself flush against your sweaty back and circles his arms around your middle. You brace to shove him off, or at least try to, but you don’t quite make it that far. 

Catching you completely off guard, he yanks you up against him and practically throws himself back onto the ground. The sudden lurch lodges your stomach in your throat, and you let out a frazzled scream as you land on top of him. That he cushions the impact with his rubbery body only comes as a slight relief when you were struggling just to get your bearings straight, disoriented and stunned in the aftermath of his impulsive decision when you unexpectedly find yourself blinking up at the sky. 

You start to pull yourself upright, wincing, only to quickly realize he’s still got one arm looped around your waist to keep you held in place on top of him. The other is — you gasp when you glance down to see him already fisting his cock in hand, guiding it back to your entrance where it had slipped out in that rush of movement. It’s still achingly stiff and unrelenting, like he hadn’t already spilled his seed in you only moments ago, and your heart painfully wrenches with the fresh wave of dread that comes over you. 

“W - wait, please don’t - -“

The head of him finds your cunt, pressing back up into you again, and you outright sob when he mercilessly snaps his hips to impale you on that stiff length once more. You sway unsteadily at the fresh stretch, trying to decide if it’s better or worse in this position, but gravity soon proves itself your enemy when the weight of you on top of him firmly sinks his cock even further into you than before. It feels like he’s tickling at your ribcage like this, but all you can do is give a wounded little mewl and try to steady yourself. Undaunted, he reaches up to tug your pants the rest of the way off. 

“Luffy,” Sniffling sadly, you fight him as much as you can in your physically exhausted state but it’s no use. Your bottoms come off to leave you bare and exposed from the waist down, sitting upon his cock like a whore on her rightful throne. 

The tears quickly start up again, streaking hot tracks down your flushed, sweaty face while he gets himself situated underneath you. His hips lift, nudging you just a pinch higher so he can brace his feet underneath him while his hands come around to anchor around your love handles. Then, he’s moving again. 

Completely unconcerned by your crying, Luffy flexes his legs to thrust up into you and the same fleshy slap as before quickly rises loud in the air again. Plap, plap, plap, plap. The wet squelch of your seeded cunt sucking him in deep on every upward plunge joins in, adding to the obscene cacophony of noises even as you toss your head back to sob at the sky. You can hear him grunting underneath you, clearly enjoying himself quite a bit, but you couldn’t say the same. Your body was already a sore, achy mess of bruises and scrapes, and this certainly wasn’t helping. You were just getting more and more tired by the minute. 

“Nnghhnnn, please, captain. Please don’t cum inside again, I … I’m begging you!” 

The only response he gives is a low, rumbling groan that seems to bleed into you and reverberate endlessly inside your belly, making you squeeze your thighs together as if to block him out. But of course it doesn’t work. Given the way he stutters over a raspy hiss of your name he actually seems to like the way it makes your walls tighten around him, unintentionally though it may have been. There was really nothing you could have done to dissuade or stop him once he’d set his mind to something, and it seemed he very adamantly had his sights set on using your cunt until his energy reserves finally wore out. 

Distantly, you wonder how long that will actually take. 

“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine,” He chants underneath you, again and again, even when his hands tighten around your hips to guide you into bouncing right along with him. Having no other choice, you snifflingly spread your legs wide and brace your feet on the ground, moving with him despite the throbbing ache in your muscles. “Mine, mine, mine. My prize. My treasure. My woman!” 

He viciously slams his pelvis up at the end, further punctuating his claim on you, and the sharp stab of his cock rips a wild shriek from your mouth. “N - no, captain, please! I can’t — I don’t want it! Not like this! You’re not … aaghnn, you’re not Luffy! You’re not!” 

The only response he gives is a deranged little laugh that makes his cock jump where it’s wedged inside you. That push on your upper wall makes the tension running through you double and then triple, your heaving gasps coming a little quicker now even as his hands travel up your body. You can’t stop him like this when your own were propped behind you along his flexing stomach to help you maintain your balance in this precarious position. It’s not hard to figure out what his intentions are though, and you screw your eyes shut so you don’t have to watch him grab hold of your top. 

A deafening riiiip tears through the air when he shreds it, the poor cotton helpless before his far greater strength. He leaves it hanging from your shoulders in tattered pieces as your tits bounce free, the stiffened tips already aching and strained long before he greedily palms at them like a starved man clutching at a lifeline. The blinding friction of his calloused palms and fingers on your teats makes your cunt spasm around him and you wail, screaming for someone, anyone to save you from your captain. 

Unfortunately for you, help was still a long ways off and Luffy wasn’t even close to running out of steam.

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Can we have some more premature ejaculation hcs? Dealer's choice

Premature Ejaculation With the Monster Trio + Law

A/N: Anon i hope you know that i was writing this before you even requested it so i need you to kindly evict my brain thank you very much sdflfsdj Parings: Luffy x reader, Zoro x reader, Sanji x reader, Law x reader (all separate) CW: Penetrative sex (zoro and luffy), sanji cums in his pants, oral male recieving (law), ummmm idk what else to put if anyone notes anything i missed let me know! WC: 2.2k total ~400-600 each.

You’d been teasing Luffy all day with light touches and coy glances, watching as he grew more and more restless as the hours passed. By the time most of the crew retired to sleep, Luffy was practically bouncing with anticipation, unable to contain his energy for much longer.

The moment you were alone, he was on you, pressing you against the wall with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of you. His lips met yours in a heated kiss, his hands grabbing at your body eagerly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his body pressed against yours. You could already feel his erection in his pants. His lips parted as a half groan, half whimper escaped his throat as he grew more and more eager to be inside of you.

As your hands dragged along his chest, feeling each and every muscle of his abdomen, he peeled away your bottoms rather quickly, along with his own in a burst of urgency. He grabbed you by the waist and led you backwards until you fell onto a bed, and Luffy climbed over you, his grin wide as he leaned down to kiss you again.

His lips traveled down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed every open surface he could find. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them, his cock already poking at your entrance with an impatience that made you gasp. You felt his tip rub across your dripping hole, using the wetness to slicken himself up before he pushed into you with a groan. Luffy set a frantic pace as he buried himself inside you. “Ngh, you’re so tight,” he whined out, his voice strained as he thrust into you. Each thrust was filled with a desperate need, his desire for you evident as he chased his own release. “Ah, ah, ah, so good!”

You could hear the neediness dripping from his voice, and just as you felt your own pleasure starting to build, his rhythm faltered, his body tensing with a choked gasp. “Oh, ah, I'm gonna-,” he whimpered, his hips bucking into you as he came, spilling into you with a trembling release. The suddenness of his climax took both of you by surprise, his breathing heavy as he collapsed against you.

“‘m sorry,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice still lust laden. “I—I couldn’t hold it. It just felt…” he trailed off, seemingly struggling to find the right words in his post-euphoric state.

You couldn’t help but find his inability to hold back quite amusing. You reached up and brushed his hair back out of his eyes, a gentle smile playing on your lips as you stroked his cheek. “It’s okay,” you said, trying to reassure him despite the tinge of disappointment that the moment couldn’t last long enough for you to finish. You figured it would only be a little while longer before he recovered so you could keep going, but as he lay against you, his breathing calming, you noticed something odd.

Luffy wasn’t pulling out, and he wasn’t getting softer.

You were confused. It was as if he hadn’t just climaxed a moment ago. He let out a low groan, shifting slightly as if he was getting in position to go at it again.

“Wait, Luffy?... Already?” you asked, seemingly confused, yet you couldn’t help but feel rather happy at the idea that he could go for another round so soon.

It seemed as if he had newfound energy coursing through him, and he looked at you with a grin, as if that earlier climax was just a warm-up. He leaned down and kissed you, mumbling against your lips, “You just felt so good.” He rolled his hips into yours, swallowing the gasp that was pulled from you. “Just want a bit more,” he added, his hands roaming down to your hips, grabbing them firmly as he hoisted you up, getting into position to set a brutal pace once more. You had a long night ahead of you.

---

Zoro is usually the one in control, on top, his large body pressing you into the mattress with each thrust. He knew how to hit all the right spots, and it was utterly intoxicating. You moaned out his name, clutching onto his shoulders as he moved within you, setting a pace that made it difficult to think of anything but the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss, rolling his hips into yours at a slower pace—a brief pause to let you catch your breath. You took advantage of the break, lightly pushing on his chest. He broke the kiss, gave you a knowing look, then flipped himself off you and onto his back. You then crawled over him and straddled him with a playful grin.

You took hold of his cock, lining it up with your entrance, rubbing your shared slick onto his tip but not quite putting it in yet. His hands flew to your hips, his grip tightening as he urged you downward, groaning, "Don't be a tease." At his words, you sank down onto his cock, the stretch drawing sighs and groans of pleasure from both of you. As you descended, feeling the full length of him inside you, the sensation was almost overwhelming—he was filling you up in all the right ways.

His grip on your hips tightened, his knuckles nearly turning white from the pressure as he tried to keep his composure. You could see the tension in his muscles as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control, his deep groans filling the room.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered, his voice a low growl as you started to rock your hips. You set a slower pace, yet you could tell he was struggling to hold on, his brows knit in concentration as he fought to maintain restraint. But with each slow, deliberate roll of your hips, his control seemed to slip further and further away.

“Wait,” he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips bucked slightly beneath you. “Don’t—” His words were cut off by a sharp groan as you continued to move.

“Zoro~” you said, a playful edge to your voice as you placed your hands on his chest to anchor yourself as you rode him. “What's wrong? Hmm?”

He grunted in response, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he tried to steady you. “I’m serious,” he breathed, his voice strained. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna—”

But it was too late. With one last roll of your hips, you felt him tense beneath you, his body shuddering as he reached his breaking point. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as he came, his cum releasing into you in hot spurts. His head tilted back, his muscles clenching as he gave in to the pleasure, the hands on your hips holding you in place onto him as he released inside you.

You couldn’t help but feel some amusement as you looked down at him, his euphoric expression mixed with embarrassment was certainly a sight to enjoy. “Damn it,” he muttered, his cheeks flushing with color.

You leaned down and placed a slow kiss on his lips, pulling back slightly with a playful smirk. “Mmm, that was cute,” you started. “But I’m not done yet.” And with that, you started your movements again, picking up pace as you started to bounce on him with a rhythm that made him groan nearly instantaneously. The sounds escaping his lips were like music to your ears, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.

---

Sanji's lips were hot against yours, the eagerness of the kiss making your head spin. His hands roamed your body, grabbing and squeezing at whatever he could as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a hunger and desire that was heady.

You pressed your body against his, feeling his erection grow by the second as he grinded his hips into you. His throbbing cock pressed against your thigh, and you couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss as you slid your hand down to rub against him, teasing him with each movement of your hand.

Your other hand then traveled to his hair, your fingers threading through his blonde locks, giving it a gentle tug that elicited a breathy moan from him. His lips parted from yours with a soft gasp, eyes glazed over with thirst as he met your gaze.

“Merde,” he cursed under his breath, his hips instinctively grinding against your hand in response to each and every touch. His own hands traced the curves of your hips and waist, the softness of your thighs, leaving behind goosebumps.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath coming out in shallow pants as he continued his movements, his arousal growing with each movement against your hand. Soon, a low, shuddering moan escaped Sanji’s lips, his body trembling against yours as you felt the fabric beneath your hand dampen. His body slumped over yours, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, cheeks turning red seemingly at the embarrassment of finishing before his pants even came off.

When you realized what had happened, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Couldn’t hold back, huh?” you teased, feeling a sense of triumph at the way his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red at your words.

Sanji let out a breathless laugh, his voice soft and filled with lingering pleasure. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him. His lips found yours again, capturing them in a slow, tender kiss, pulling back just to whisper, “Trust me, I am going to make it up to you.”

---

You traced your fingers along the waistband of Law’s pants, his impatience growing as you unbuttoned them, pulling the zipper down with a teasing slowness. You could see his eagerness in the way his hands couldn't stand still—one hand fidgeting with the bedsheets beneath him, the other behind your head, unconsciously pulling you closer to his erection with each passing second.

With a smirk, you eased his pants down, revealing the bulge in his underwear. You could see his muscles tense as you took your time, running your fingers along the edge of the fabric before finally tugging them down, freeing him from the confines of his underwear. It bounced upwards, and a low groan escaped his lips as his cock met the cold air.

You leaned in, your lips grazing against the skin of his inner thighs. He looked at you with pupils blown wide with desire as you planted kisses closer and closer to where he wanted you most. You took his member in your hand and began to stroke it slowly, your thumb tracing a circle around the tip before gliding down the shaft. Law’s hips twitched in response, his chest heaving as his fingers flexed in your hair.

Looking up at him with those innocent eyes, you continued your slow strokes, relishing the way his expression contorted with every movement. The teasing strokes seemed to be working well, his body responding with subtle shifts and restrained groans. His grip on the bed sheets tightened, as if he were trying to steady himself, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. You knew you had him right where you wanted him, teetering on the edge of restraint and release.

Finally, you leaned in, your tongue darting out to flick across the head of his cock, licking up the precum that was dripping from it. The taste only made you want more, and as you took him into your mouth, you could feel him shudder in response. Law’s grip on your hair grew firmer, his body stiffening as he let out a sharp breath.

It didn’t take much to send him over the edge. After only one stroke of your warm mouth sliding over his length, he came undone, crying out in the process. Law’s hips bucked, his hand pushing your head down against him as he came, the sudden pressure making you choke and gag, your eyes watering as he rode out his climax. His cum came in hot, thick spurts, each one painting your mouth and throat a milky white, and you had no choice but to swallow it all.

His body trembled with the force of his orgasm, and as he started to calm down, he relaxed his grip on your hair, allowing you to pull off his cock, coughing slightly as you looked up at him with a smirk. He tilted his head down to look at you, chest heaving with each breath. You could see redness creeping up his cheeks as he realized just how quickly he came. You didn’t mind, though. You brought your hand up and swiped the excess cum that was on the corner of your mouth, popping your finger into your mouth to clean it up. You noticed Law’s cock twitch at the sight of you doing that, and with a soft chuckle, you leaned in, muttering to him, “That was nice… let's see if I can make that happen again.”

luffy + stretching (nsfw)

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

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

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

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

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

One Piece | Manga Volume 47

↓ Full Blueprints of the Thousand Sunny Ship by Eiichiro Oda

BLOOM — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. zoro roronoa !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after the events of wano take place, you and zoro find yourselves having a slow morning filled with thoughts of your future. (there’s no spoilers dw i just wanted to use the setting lol)

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : fluff ; zoro being vulnerable and in love — WC : 1.3k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : zoro in wano forever altered my brain chemistry so here is a silly lil blurb from my drafts ! enjoy ! dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

in the early morning where the flower capital begins to bloom and the sounds of the bustling street fill with people eager for another day of celebration start to take root, zoro wakes up next to you. in the distance, the faint scent of cherry blossoms begins to fill his nose as the breeze glides through the windows, sending a shiver down his body.

“cm’here.” zoro slurs, his arm easily hooks around your waist, other hand grabbing a hold of your plush thigh as he lifts you over to him. your eyes flutter open for a moment and zoro swears he can see the rising sun in them. but it was a false start — your eyes shutting once again as you nestle yourself against his chest.

“too early.” you complain, the world only just waking up as light starts to lazily spill through the windows and into the room, pouring over you in an angelic glow.

“mhm.” he agrees, running his knuckles along your exposed back, eliciting chills in its wake. he couldn’t help but bask in the warmth of your nature, wanting more than anything to tuck you into his chest and keep you there for safekeeping. “good morning to you too.”

“good morning.” you let the words tumble from your lips after breathing out a soft chuckle. your chin moves, resting upon his chest as you finally look at him.

his breath hitches as he realizes he’ll never get over how pretty you are — sleepy eyes still shining bright even though they fight to stay open, dried up drool endearingly taking residence in the corners of your mouth, hair in slight disarray after a sleep filled with tossing and turning, no doubt already tangled from the activities from the night before. he could never get enough.

zoro leans in and presses his lips against yours, a sweet kiss that you easily melt into like burning wax. your hands crawl up to cradle his cheek ever so softly — packed with all the care in the world it almost makes his heart skip a steady beat.

a part of him wonders if this is what his life will look like after luffy becomes king of the pirates and he himself finally becomes the greatest swordsman in the world.

would he get to lazily wake up with you in his arms every morning — languidly kissing each other until he’s positively drunk off listening to your little sounds of pleasure as they slip out of your mouth and into his? or slowly waking up together by showering the other with affection safely behind closed doors, the privacy allowing all of his walls to fall down around you, where you tenderly move past the vanquished rubble.

these little things have steadily grown on him like the moss that the shitty cook claims grows from his head and he honestly couldn’t imagine not having in his future. there have been too many close calls during the time you’ve known each other and the thought of not being able to love you for the rest of his days sends a spike deep into his core, threatening to take his breath away.

“sleep okay?” you ask, pulling apart from him in favor of kissing his cheek, nuzzling into the side of his face. a small comfort that reels his wandering mind back to you, grounding him back into the present.

“yeah, always.” he gives you a little squeeze, a silent message that he only sleeps so well because you’re here beside him. “you?”

“always.” you parrot back. a smile breaks along your face, cracking through like the sun when it first rises for the day. a shimmering glint before it consumes everything it touches.

zoro’s dumbfounded for a moment, blinded by the force of nature that unfolds before his very eye.

“although,” he starts to tease, a dastardly little smirk dangling on his face. “you’re a damn blanket hog, you were moving around so much i thought you were going to fall off the bed.”

“what!” your eyes widen in shock. zoro humorously watched as the gears in your brain started to speed up at the accusation, harmless irritation puffing steam out of your ears. “no i’m not! you’re just making that up.”

“no.” zoro chuckles, “that’s why i had to pull you onto me. was tired of you being so damn far away.”

“aww, you missed me?” now it’s your turn to tease, poking his cheek with that sweet little grin on your face. so much for riling you up.

“just wanted to catch you before you rolled off the bed.” he grumbles.

“oh really?” you squint at him, not entirely convinced that his intentions were so heroic. “so if i just—“

you go to move off of him, but he’s quicker, flipping you so you’re sprawled under him over the wrinkled sheets. zoro’s palms land by either side of your head, effectively caging you in. even though it was still early, zoro never missed a step.

wordlessly, he shifts onto his elbows, lowering himself down on you until your back sinks into the mattress, tucking you in just like one of the many petals you press into your books. you’re his own version of that he thinks, the pretty flower that got trapped between the harsh lines that write up his pages, sealed with a heavy exterior that you had no problem prying open with loving hands.

“nuh uh, not a chance.” he leans down and kisses you, letting out a soft groan as your sweet hands slide over his bare shoulders and roam along his back.

“knew it.” you whisper against his lips with a giggle. “just admit it, won’t you?”

“just shut up and keep kissing me.” his biting words don’t match the endearing tone in his voice; a bark reduced to a whimper.

zoro grabs your chin, using it as leverage to keep your mouth on his, not letting you get another word out as you spiral into your desires, kissing him like it’s the only thing you were meant to do. now and forever.

after a few moments, he pulls back panting slightly and rests his forehead against yours in an attempt to regain his dizzying thoughts.

“do you ever wonder what’s next?” zoro asks, pulling his head up a little. the question slipping out of his mouth before he had a chance to reel it back in.

“like where we are headed next?” you tilt your head. “wherever the tide takes us, i suppose.”

“i meant you and me.” zoro can feel his face burn with vulnerability, embarrassment licking at his cheeks until they’re a pretty pink. he shifts a bit at the intensity so he can lay on his side, his arm coming up behind your head.

“oh!” your face melts into a smile as you turn toward him and suddenly he doesn’t feel so silly. “i do think about it, actually.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.” you nod, your finger trailing along his bicep, the corded muscles intertwining together such as your fates. “i don’t know what we’ll be doing but all i want is for us to do it together.”

your eyes met his gaze, luring him in as the depths of your devotion pools in your eyes. an expression he was no doubt returning.

together. what a nice word, one that holds so much value to him and eases the tension in his shoulders like the waves on the shore reclaim the sand. for those two years you were apart, during the dead of night when his mind would wander after a grueling day of training, his thoughts would land on you.

thoughts filled with nothing but adoration that soon turned into a steady love once you reunited, side by side once again.

a love that could only be expressed as how the ocean loves the shore. gentle waves lapping against the sand, forever fated to find your way back to each other one way or another whether it be a slow crawl or a violent reunion, destiny had made its decision.

“me too.” he squeezes you, pressing a chaste kiss along your hairline. “together.”

thank you so much for reading ᰔ

hi! could i request some luffy fluff? i love how you write his dialogue, so maybe some pet names he would use? 🌸🦋

you have put an idea into my head that'll be very hard to get rid of @kingofthe-egirls hehe. the fic starts off as a crack!fic but i'll make it sweety-sweet towards the end!

the worst mistake ft. monkey d. luffy!

set-up: my headcanons based on what lovely @kingofthe-egirls asked! just our captain luffy and his absurd fucking nick-names.

warning: wholesome! more of a crack!fic (i dont know if its even remotely fluffy im sorry) than anything else. i do love me some good, self-indulgent stupid with my fav man on the sea :)

💗mistakes are a normal part of life. as bob ross said, "there are no mistakes, just happy accidents." well, he had clearly never made this catastrophic mistake. you had jokingly called luffy "bugaboo". emphasis on jokingly. 💗the sun was setting and you both were sitting on his bed, recalling the time zoro got lost and accidentally stumbled into a river-stream where local women were bathing. and afterwards how sanji wailed when he realized he wasn't there to witness it. your crew was weird, there was no doubt about it. but that wasn't the focus of the conversation. "heh" he snorted, "what did you call me?" "bugaboo?" you laughed, poking his cheek teasingly, "why?" he looked at you with his wide-eyed, honeyed gaze, "what does it mean? am i a bug?" with his wide eyes and stretchy smile, one might say so. but you didn't tell him that.

"its means... nothing?" you smiled softly, tracing your finger on the scar 'neath his eye, "it's just a nickname, baby. just something said out of affection." "out of affection?" he looked at your confused, "so anything can be a pet name?" you nodded in agreement, "pretty much, luff." worst fucking mistake of your life. 💗it was past dinner. and you and the captain were about to fall asleep to the noise of the crew chattering outside. "hey?" luffy hummed. and you hummed back in acknowledgement. "rice cooker." he mumbled into your chest, "you smell so nice~" you choked on your breath, spluttering, "lu-luff? did you just complement the rice cooker??" "no?" he looked up at you, bringing his finger to boop you on your nose, "i mean you. you, rice cooker. you smell so good, is it the soap sanji brought from that isla—" but you weren't listening to him. was he insulting you?? was he saying you were built like a rice cooker???? was he asking you to make him some rice, hence, you were the "rice cooker"?????? "luffy," you looked at him, concerned, "what do you mean rice cooker?!" "what?" he laughed, "it's a pet name. you said that a pet name can be anything?" when you stared at him, still concerned, he explained himself, "i mean like... i like you, i like rice cooker. cause it cooks rice—" "—go to sleep, luffy."

💗you had to clear it to him the next morning that nicknames cannot be that absurd. and when he asked you what qualifies as a nice pet-name, you tried really hard to think of some. "oooh, you like food right?" his eyes twinkled up at the mere mention of the topic. you grinned, satisfied, "so, like honey, sugar, pie, cherry. these are all examples of good pet names." he nodded at you with conviction in his eyes, as if he truly got you now. 💗it was lunch time now. and after beating up a marine ship, the entire crew was waiting for sanji to finish cooking so you could all stuff down some food. you were next to robin, sun-bathing and chatting ideally about a book she had lent you. she made a joke about how the character was dumb and you nodded and laughed along. in the midst of it, your boyfriend came and stood next to you, "hey?" both you and robin looked at the captain. you gave him a welcoming smile, "what's up, babe?" "so..." he looked over robin for a second before looking back at you. "i was just saying that i love you very much, my bombocado." his bombo- what? but before you could inquire him, he giggled and ran away. what??? and you resorted to look at robin, a bit confused. she replied back easily, "it's a brazilian dessert." is it now?

💗"what do you mean?" the captain looked at you confused when you told him bombocado wasn't a great pet name. "then, what else is a good nickname?" "i dunno." you sighed, "something normal like cherry or something." but that had opened yet another pandora's box. because now every time he saw you, he would refer to you as some fruit: "hey there, banana~" "i love you, my java plum." "should we go out on a date, pineapple?" "you look so pretty, my dragon fruit." a pause, "hey. my dad's name is dragon!!" you had given up on the idea of pet names. you would rather be addressed by your government given name than a pinecone. but now you were stuck with these absurd names. how wonderful. (but, i mean it was luffy who was saying them, so, you didn't exactly mind too much but when the entire crew caught on. boy the humiliation, the drama.). 💗but then one day, before drifting off to sleep, he slowly whispered, "i love you, cupcake." you almost jumped up in victory. almost. but instead, you chose to pet his hair softly and kiss him on his forehead, "good night, muffin." "—i love muffin." you kissed his forehead again as his hair tickled your skin, "ofcourse you do. goodnight, baby." "goodnight, honey nuts." just give up on ever having a normal nick name. i'm sorry. it won't happen.

💗jokes aside, here's my actual list of names that i think luffy would call you: 1. peach (cause you're sweet (in more ways than one) and because you once told him it meant ass and he laughed for 15 mins cause peach means ass) 2. mama (idk, sounds good to me? sounds like something he would just go along with) 3. lovebug (he once heard sanji say it and he thought it was so cute cause if hes a bug and you're a bug then you both together can be a bug-couple) 4. mi amor (heard sanji say it, thought it was pretty) 5. hot stuff (ussop convinced him that's what he calls kaya and kaya loves it) 6. sunshine (because you're his sunshine, what's not clicking??) 7. angel (because you're an angel, again, where's the confusion??) well, at the end of the day it doesn't matter what he called you. what mattered was that, you could come collapse in his arms. and he would squeeze his arms around you and tell you how he loved you. what were a few corny petnames to endure if you got all of his love in return?

a/n: i am convinced this is simultaneously the best and worst thing i've ever written. i hope it was atleast mildly satisfying @kingofthe-egirls <3

A Secret

Summary: gn!reader x Luffy // What happens when you tell the captain a secret? Turns out, it makes him really happy! And he only wants more.

Warning: 18+, suggestive, very flirty, did I make Luffy a slight dom?

Note: I think one of my favorite things about writing for Luffy is that it's kind of hard. But he's my sweetie pie so I'm not complaining.

✦ Word count is 2.2k ✦

Luffy's strength was no secret.

Everyone knew that. It was also no secret that he always got stronger. Sometimes, it seemed like the Straw Hat Pirates were always moving from one adventure to the next, never taking a break. So how did Luffy have the time between fights to find new moves and new gears to try?

Maybe he didn't do it as much as Zoro, but there were instances where you caught the captain training. Sometimes it was on boring days like today where you happened to be parked at some random island for Franky to do routine maintenance to the Sunny.

Luffy's breath was heavy, mouth wide open to release hot pants. His red ruffle-sleeved shirt and yellow sash were chucked off to the side, bunched in a sloppy pile on the ground with his precious straw hat gingerly laid on top. His scarred chest heaved with each breath he took, muscles tensing deliciously. A thin layer of sweat covered his entire body, forming delicate beads of moisture to glisten in the sun. His hair splayed across his forehead and around his face in cute, damp waves from the moisture. It was certainly a sight to behold. The captain was positively mouthwatering, and only one thing crossed your mind at that moment.

You loved him so much.

It was always so hard to take your eyes off him. With feet crunching against the grass, you walked up some distance behind him and just silently admired. A tender smile etched its way onto your lips, and you sighed longingly at Luffy. He had one fist pulled back, while his other free hand - palm outstretched, thumb pointed downward - took aim at the air, and he punched. He repeated this move again and again, grunting and panting the entire time. As he continued with that focused, steady gaze in his eyes. As beads of sweat flew off his body.

He was so strong.

Did anyone ever tell him he looked so good?

A warm heat feathered over your cheeks, and your eyes perked up at the thought. And so, feeling rather bold, you snickered and took a step forward. You almost changed your mind. Then, using every ounce of courage, you merrily called after him.

"Luffy!"

The rubber man turned lazily to the call of his name. With an open-mouth releasing more pants, he tiredly smiled. And then his gaze grew more excited when he registered it was you of all people who called with such adoration. You, who was running toward him. You, who he could never get mad at. You, who lit up with joy every moment you saw him.

The sweetest face he had ever seen, and all his. Well, you were your own person - he didn't own you, and he knew that. But you were his. Somehow. His crewmate. His friend. His… something.

One day, he would gladly say the words: you're so much more to him. That much he knew, but what word could he use? Luffy always knew how to get right to the heart of things that needed saying most - but not today. Seeing your smile was enough, and there was way too much on his mind regarding everyone's safety in Wano.

"Do you wanna know a secret?" you grinned.

A secret? And just for his ears only? He already felt special enough with that smile you gave him. Nobody else ever got that smile.

You slowed to a stop when you collided into his back, pressing your chest to him. You didn't give him a chance to answer when you wrapped one arm around him, gently slapping your hand to his chest. The sweat upon him sticking you to him, and you did not care in the slightest how much it made your shirt wet. With the other free hand, you cupped it to his ear.

"Hey, did you know…" and you whispered into his ear, lips brushing against the shell of it as Luffy's eyes slowly widened.

The words were nearly lost in the breeze.

A red blush dusted over his cheeks, and his lips parted in response. Before he could turn and ask if you reeeally meant what you just said, you giggled and peeled yourself from him. You stepped back, hands clasped innocently behind your back and grinning so much that your eyes clamped shut.

"Huh? Really?" Luffy asked in disbelief.

"Oh, yes!" you nodded your head erratically.

Luffy still stared in shock, and you still smiled. There was a pause before the captain blinked at you, then smirked. He stood a bit taller and a bit prouder, puffing out his chest. He turned back but to a tree this time, taking his usual fighting stance. His fist flew back, and then forward as he launched it into the tree - completely breaking it in two as it fell to the ground with a loud thud. A few of your friends looked up in worry at the loud noise, then disregarded it once they realized it was just Luffy being Luffy. You beamed widely as ever, before giving a wave and returning to your spot next to Robin. She was seated underneath an umbrella and sipping tea.

She smiled and poured a cup for you. Trying not to come off as pyring, she asked, "What did you tell Luffy to put him in such a good mood?"

You grabbed the cup of tea and smiled profusely. She wouldn't dare tease you like the others if you answered honestly. Robin could be told things you could not tell others. And she knew you liked the captain very much so.

"I just told him… well, I said: hey, did you know that you're really sexy?"

Robin seemed surprised at the unexpectedly brazen comment. She was looking down at her cup, then her blue eyes immediately darted to meet yours. You said that to Luffy? A pause before she grinned.

"Oh? Is that so? I'm happy for you."

And Luffy seemed pretty happy about it too.

It was a major risk you took that day, but since then you were smitten even moreso because he responded in such a… pleasant way. So Luffy was the kind of person who understood sex appeal. It was settled then - you wanted to flirt more. You wanted to be more vocal about how you felt. To drop more hints, as ironic as it was because Luffy didn't need subtlety; he needed blunt words. However, the rising butterflies in your stomach told you that testing the waters was further needed. It was really just an excuse to cover up a rising bout of shyness.

It seemed he was not as naïve as his crewmates thought, and he truly understood this game. And really, how did anyone not notice how attractive he was? Zoro and Sanji got attention all the time, but what about the captain? The star of the crew? He was certainly charming in his own ways. And so this game of yours did not let up anytime soon.

"Who's that good-looking guy in the straw hat?"

You waved at him, calling out with a hand cupped to your mouth. Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji walked toward the ship after being in town to buy supplies. Each of them had sacks of food tied to their backs, and Luffy broke out into a huge ear-to-ear smile. He laughed, a blush ever-present at his face. Zoro rolled his eyes, and Sanji's smile faded when he realized - oh, you were speaking to the captain, not him.

"Me? Oh, stop!" and Luffy would blush and blush, identical to the way he blushed when any of his crewmates said he was strong or reliable. The sight was too cute not to eat up. At least he was getting it now, because the first time you said that Luffy whipped his head around. With squinted eyes, he kept asking who was this guy until you bursted out laughing. This was really funny because it was so cute and so like him to do that.

"What a man."

You would purr so lowly when he passed by, especially if he had just defended the weak and beat someone up - panting, sweaty, delicious as usual. Boy, was being in Wano such a treat. Luffy's ears would prick at the sound of your honeyed tone, and sometimes they turned red. He would quickly turn to meet your lidded gaze, your eyes wandering up and down his shirtless self - and the blush would return to his face. He would break out into a loud laugh after he processed the words you graced him with.

The flirting was fun, truly. Yet sometimes you wondered if anything more would happen after all the effort. It had to, right?

What were you even waiting for?

Such questions did not cross your mind at this particular moment though. As usual, Robin and you were passing the time once again while the Sunny sailed off to another adventure. The topic of conversation was another good book you both had read in your little two-person bookclub. Luffy walked by, a tiny smirk at his lips, as you and Robin laughed about something silly in the last chapter.

Luffy froze once he got past far enough. Something was off. Quickly, he whipped his head around to furrow his brows in frustration. He pointed his gaze at you… and pouted. A cute grumble escaped his lips, and with his fists balled to his sides and arms swaying, he tromped right over.

Between the fits of laughter and conversing, you didn't even hear Luffy's feet crunch in the grass behind you - picking up speed. And what really took you by surprise was when one of Luffy's rubbery hands suddenly grasped your jaw between his thumb and fingers, and he turned your face so you could see him. It went without saying that the laughter immediately stopped, and you and the archaelogist froze in place.

You blinked once. Luffy just held your face, not enough to hurt you because he would never, as you two locked gazes. His breath felt hot on your lips. In turn, your own breath was caught in your chest as your face ignited into flustered heat because - well, because he never held you like this and at such closeness too. Something must have been troubling him.

"What's… what's wrong, captain?"

Oh, you were right about something being wrong. Luffy cocked his head to the side in an attempt to deepen his focus. He was really studying your face, and it only got warmer the more he stared.

"You didn't say anything!" he whined.

Another blink or two from you, and Luffy's grip loosened on your face.

"Loofs, I really have no idea what you're talking about."

"You didn't say anything… you know - fun and nice. To me. Like you always do."

Another moment for you to process, and the lightbulb went off in your head. Ohhh! He wanted another - oh, yes. You almost wanted to laugh because apparently it was really that much of a habit by now.

How dare you forget to take care of your precious captain?

With face still in his hand, your eyes darted off to the side. For the third time, your cheeks went even hotter. And you didn't know why this bout of shyness ran over you all of a sudden. Perhaps it was because you were the one always catching him off guard, flustering him so deeply. Not the other way around. So you took a second to think, but you hadn't planned anything yet for that day. So in a small voice, you answered him quickly, truthfully, and without much thought.

"Hottie."

You nearly moaned under your breath. The blush dusting over his rubbery cheeks and the wide smile he bore was enough to let you know he was satisfied. Robin sat in awe (you two completely forgot she was still there) but then brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her giggle.

And Luffy grinned.

"Keep talking like that. I like it!"

Oh, the way he looked at you made your heart thrum in your chest. The way he held your face, making you lock eyes. Gently, he released your frazzled self. Your jaw dropped into a suprised, open-mouthed smile. Trying to ignore the fact that Luffy said he liked it, you diverted your attention to the first part of his somewhat confession.

"Oh, you think you can boss me around like that, huh?" You smirked, taking a playful tone to let him know you were joking.

Luffy was walking away, but he paused midstep. He turned his head to peek over his shoulder, his bright eyes staring directly into your soul. The wind blew to ruffle his jet black hair and the brim of his beloved straw hat before his eyes grew lidded.

"Of course! I'm the captain here. Besides… you looove doing what I say. You always do, and you never refuse."

With that, he walked off.

And there you sat, flustered to oblivion as you brought a hand to to cover your growing smile. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Robin wink.

𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐋𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲

summary: in the pursuit to take down Enel, you’d pretended to accept his offer to become his wife. An offer which awakens a dormant and newfound feeling in your captain. genre: fluff cw: takes place during skypeia arc. minor spoilers wc: 0.8k

A piercing scream departs from your lips as wind rushes violently against you with no remorse. All while you free fall from hundreds of feet above ground to your impending doom. 

“Luffy! Do something!” You urge the boy who keeps a firm grip on his hat, and like yourself, is currently plummeting to his demise arms-length away from you.

Luffy regards you, your cry met with silence as he attempts to figure a way out of your shared predicament. 

A predicament transpired when you were unintentionally hurled out of Enel’s flying ‘ark’ by the self-proclaimed god himself, together with Luffy. 

And all you can do as you near the dense foliage of the forest below at a horrifying and alarming speed, is squeeze your eyes shut and mutter out a rushed prayer.

A prayer answered instantly when you feel yourself land on something soft and…bouncy?

Your body propels into midair. Once, twice, thrice it bounces up, then falls back down onto the mysterious springy surface—until the motion slows to a stop.

You slowly unclench your eyes when you hear soft groans emerge from beneath you, soon realising you were settled atop a blimp-size Luffy.

“Luffy! Are you alright?” You clamber off his pudgy, pot-belly with haste.

Luffy reverts back to his regular size, pulling himself upright. “I'm..okay.” He groans, massaging a hand to his hatless head, his black locks sprinkled with leaves and pieces of twigs.

“Good.” You squint up at the sky, hand above your eyes as you trail the ship gliding further away in the opposite direction. “Let’s get back to the others.” You say, about to take a step in the predetermined direction, only to be hindered by the familiar feeling of rubber arms wrapping around your waist.

“What are you doing?” You direct, tone flat, at Luffy who reels you in towards him.

“Mmm…taking you hostage.” He grins as your back comes to press, flush against his firm chest. 

“Hostage?!” Your mouth hangs wide, flabbergasted that your captain is considering playing a joke at a dire time like this. “Whatever this is Luffy; we’ve got no time for it.” You scold. “We need to get back to the ship.”

“No.”

Your brows furrow at his stubbornness. “No? What do you mean no?”

“No means no.” He says, innocently.

“Luffy?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t play with me.”

“Play what?” Luffy tilts his head to the side.  “I’m not playing anything.”

“Then let go.” 

“Nope.”

“Luffy—let. me. go.”

 “Nuh-uh.”

You growl, your tolerance of his sudden (prevalent) childish behaviour growing low. You attempt to squirm your way out of his hold. “Monkey D. Luffy, you better get your slimy, rubber hands off me or—”

“Not until you promise.” Luffy’s arms hug you closer to his warm body.

“Promise? Promise what?” 

“That you won’t be his.”

“His–who?” Your brows knit together, confused.

“Earlobes.”

In other words— Enel.

Back at Enel’s flying ship, when Luffy’d watched the lightning man wrap his pale arms snugly—possessively— around your waist, tugging you closer to his side, there emerged a foreign feeling in his chest accompanied by the sudden urge to rip his filthy hands off you.

And when you’d accepted his offer to become his companion? His wife? A lump settled at the bottom of Luffy's stomach and the feeling of a thousand needles pricked at his heart.

You stop struggling against his hold when he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, the soft strands of his hair tickling your skin.

“I don’t want you to be his.” He pouts.  “So I'm not lettin’ you go until you promise you won’t become his wife.”

Earlobes? Wife? For a minute you fall silent as you attempt to put two and two together, your face scrunching and skin crawling in disgust when realisation hits you. “You airheaded idiot! Of course I’m not gonna be that narcissistic, lightning freakshow’s frickin’ wife!” 

Luffy perks up at your words. “You mean it?!” 

You heave an exasperated sigh. “Yeah. It was all a ploy.” You go on to explain your plan, concocted together with Nami to take down Enel when he’d lead you both to his ship.

A wave of relief washes over Luffy as he tunes out most of your explanation, and he smiles a wide smile, brimming with content that you’d never truly intended to become Enel’s bride.

 “Now. Will you let me—”

Your sentence goes unfinished when Luffy suddenly plops a wet kiss on your right cheek, before unravelling you from his rubber confines; a cry of joy bursting from lips.

And you stand there stock-still as heat courses its way onto your face, only returning to your senses when you hear the familiar shout of “Gomu, gomu no…” and whirl around to see Luffy’s body shooting towards the direction of Enel’s ship.

“Luffy, wait! You forgot to take me with you!”

© 2024 kana-daydreams

Zoro x Reader - Loving You

Status: Unknown - may be continued but works as a standalone Summary: Zoro struggles with his feelings for Reader Warning: 18+, Angst, implied smut

It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing – being in love with you. Zoro could certainly recount worse feelings. In many ways it was a welcome, easy feeling – knowing that a smile or a laugh from you could lighten any mood, cast away any cloud. The simple act of being in your presence, sharing your space, the simple act of just loving you was almost enough.

During his lonely, quiet nights in the crow’s nest he would occasionally allow himself to imagine how your hand in his would feel or how your lips would taste, or, in a particularly indulgent mood, how your moans and sighs would sound after his fingers coaxed them out of you. It was a selfish thought, one that always left him waking up sweaty and shamed, and he hated himself for his lack of control – the way he blamed you for causing such sinful thoughts when it was his weakness of spirit.

He should just tell you. Zoro was frustratingly aware that part of his transgressions in the crow’s nest were partly fuelled by the fact that you were tantalisingly unaware. Every time you innocently bit your lip in concentration, every time you threw your arms around him or wore a far too revealing bikini whilst sunbathing he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at all the things you would be doing in his imagination later that evening.

He should tell you. He couldn’t tell you.

Not yet, anyway.

Being in love with you was the easy part. The safe part. The pure, saccharine part. Admitting to the fact that he thought about you all the time, and in every salacious lust-filled way his pent up hormones could imagine was something he was struggling to admit even to himself. You were his dirty secret, just for himself, from himself.

He sighed, letting his head thud harshly against the mast. His brain was fucked. The clawing at the back of his neck was rapidly travelling down his spine. Maybe he should just tell you – alleviate himself of the never ending cycle he’d managed to find himself trapped in. He was supposed to be on his way to becoming the world’s greatest swordsman, not sulking and confused and wishing that at any second a marine ship would be spotted to give him anything else to focus on.

Zoro’s wishful thinking transpired to be just that, and despite himself his feet seemed to have led him inside. So maybe he wasn’t quite ready to tell you yet but that didn’t mean he had to ignore you. Years of training and honing his senses enabled him to follow your laughter deeper into the ship. With every step he was becoming increasingly more aware that he could spend the rest of his life solely listening to that laugh and never want for anything more.

Your voice had brought him to the galley. The abrupt silence concerned him. One hand automatically gripped the hilt of one of his swords – life with the Straw Hats had quickly taught him to expect the unexpected and that anything was possible.

Except that.

Not that.

His blood froze, muscles tensed, on the verge of fight or flight only his mind wasn’t keeping up with his eyes.

You hadn’t noticed his presence. Neither had Sanji. It wasn’t surprising considering you were sat atop the counter, legs wrapped around his waist while one of Sanji’s hands cupped your jaw, the other firmly gripping your thigh.

Zoro stood there. Stunned. Watching the way your eyes fluttered shut as Sanji’s lips explored your neck, hearing those sighs he had spent months imagining. It was a far too cruel irony that this was how his dreams would be achieved. Fate was no longer content in torturing his imagination, now he had to be an unwanted voyeur.

Somehow he made it back onto the deck. Somehow he managed to swallow the bile rising in his throat. Somehow he was breathing and standing and blinking. Somehow he could feel the rapid beating of his heart despite the fact that he knew with perfect clarity it lay broken and bruised and buried beneath your feet.

Being in love with you had been easy.

a sweet treat

synopsis: luffy's heightened senses can evidently pinpoint more than just the smells of delicious food

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, implied virgin! luffy x fem! reader, pussy drunk! luffy, menstruation, cunnilingus, me making things up, dubious consent, pussy sniffing, nasty, inappropriate use of gum-gum powers, out of character for luffy (idk it's subjective), hair pulling

wc: 2141

notes: image sourced from pinterest, credits for dividers here. not beta-read. this the first fanfic i've written in 8 or 9 years, i hope y'all like it. i'm excited to start writing more :)

Up until today, you had been handling your first period at sea fairly well. Perhaps it was the change in latitude, or your change in attitude, but the seas had a mysterious ability to ward off Mother Nature for many months. Nami and Robin had been quick to reassure you that the extension of your menstrual cycle was not unexpected; they, too, had experienced this bizarre phenomenon when they had each first set sail, respectively. But after several months of peace, your luck had appeared to run out, and Mother Nature had reclaimed her stake in your body once more. The salty ocean air did little to soothe your cramps, but Nami and Robin had been more than happy to help lighten your chore load, allowing you to focus more on taking care of yourself. All in all, the first few days were a breeze.

Then the third day came. You could feel the squelching between your thighs as you stirred awake and groggily stumbled to the bathroom to freshen up. It was going to be a heavy flow day, but that would not be your main problem. No, the issues began when you made your way onto the deck of the Thousand Sunny.

Luffy sat, relaxed against the mast on the lower deck, hat tilted to shield his face from the glaring sun when a scent wafted by his nose. He immediately perked up and deeply inhaled; it was saccharine, rich with undertones of iron, and oh-so delectable. Luffy had to find whatever delicious treat was emulating such an intoxicating smell. Rising to his feet, he inhaled again and let his nose lead the way.

Luffy had stalked across the lower deck and climbed the staircases to the uppermost deck at the stern of the ship, pausing every few steps to take a sniff and ensure he was still on the right track. The scent, he found, led straight to you, who was leaning over the rail, gaze fixed on the waves ebbing and flowing alongside the Sunny. You were entranced when suddenly startled from the serene view by a figure at your back and a nose prodding at your neck.

“What the hell!” you shrieked as you whipped around to confront whichever man had decided to perve on you this time. Expecting to find Sanji, you were shocked to be faced with the wide-eyed, raven-haired captain.

“What’s that smell?” he asked after a brief, awkward stare-down between the pair of you, a dribble of drool breaching the corner of his mouth.

“Smell! What-“ you careened your head to the side in an attempt to sniff yourself, “What smell, Luffy?”

Luffy dropped to kneel before you, hands grasping at your hips and pulling your pelvis to his face. He pushed his nose into your lower abdomen and inhaled again, letting out a stifled groan as he peered up to meet your eyes.

Your jaw slightly hung open, hands gripping the rail behind you, “Luffy, what are you-“

You were cut off by Luffy wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging your body into him, a small squeak escaping your throat as your thighs hit his chest.

“Smells s’good…” he sighed, “Lemme have a taste.”

You eyed him for a moment, taken aback at how suddenly forthcoming your captain was acting. Of all the perverts on the ship, Luffy was the last one you would have expected to be on his knees, practically begging to eat your pussy. And in such a public setting no less. Not that you necessarily minded; Luffy had many attractive qualities that had left lingering thoughts in your mind on more than one occasion. But even so, this type of behavior was very unbecoming of him and somewhat concerning.

“Luffy… are you alright?” You inquired, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead beneath the brim of his hat. He nuzzled up into your hand and pawed at your hips, which remained entrapped between his forearms and torso.

“Wanna taste,” he repeated, “please…”

And who were you to deny him? Especially when he asked so politely. You reached down and gingerly caressed his cheek, brushing your thumb across the faint scar beneath his left eye. He mewled like a bitch in heat – a tad ironic considering it was you who was menstruating. Without saying another word, you wriggled free from his grasp and sauntered towards his private quarters. Luffy was quick to beeline behind you, tethered to an invisible leash that you held in your grasp.

Upon entering his quarters, you perched yourself on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, right leg crossed over your left. Luffy stood near the door, suddenly finding himself unsure of how to proceed. He hadn’t expected his investigation to conclude that the sweet smell was emulating from your cunt, and the reality of the situation began to sober his drunken mind. He had never even seen a pussy before, let alone touched or tasted one. Luffy rarely even thought about sex; not that he was a completely hopeless virgin, no, he wasn’t stupid when it came to sex. But before now, there had been more important things that garnered his attention. So, for the first time in a very long while, he felt lost.

You were quick to notice his sudden apprehension and your gaze softened as you called to him, “C’mere Lu.”

He approached the bed and took ahold of your outstretched hand. Your thumb soothingly grazed his knuckles, “We don’t have to do this-“

“No!” And he was back, the scent that kissed his nostrils reminding him why he was here. He had to have a taste.

You smirked at him, tugging off your shorts and underwear. He caught a glimpse of the pad tucked into your panties as you discarded them on the floor but paid little mind. He didn’t care if his meat was a little bloody, why would pussy be any different? Besides, laundry day was on the horizon anyway.

You crawled towards the headboard, resting your upper torso against it, and spreading your legs, giving Luffy a full view of your crimson-tinted flower. Almost too eagerly, he pounced on the bed and fixed himself between your thighs. The smell that first caught his attention was stronger than ever. He inquisitively raised an index and ring finger to spread your lips, running his middle up along your slit, before bringing them to his lips. Luffy’s eyes rolled back, and he moaned at the taste, a mixture of your essence and blood danced on his taste buds, and he savored every drop. It was heavenly.

“Oh Lu…” You sigh, one hand entangled in his inky locks, keeping his face and tongue anchored to your pussy.

Luffy’s straw hat and red vest lay on the floor beside his bed, having been carelessly tossed aside long ago. He’s relentless, ravaging your pussy like a starved man. And in a way, he is starved. He cursed every day you had spent on his ship thus far not in his bed. Perhaps it was idolatrous of him, but Luffy vowed to worship you for every waking moment that you remained a part of his crew. Perhaps he had finally found the One Piece.

Luffy has one arm wrapped around your right thigh, and the other stretched up to fondle your breasts and tweak your nipples through the cotton of your tight top, all while lapping at your hole and suckling your clit. You had long since slipped down the headboard, head now thrown back against one of his pillows. Breathy moans slip through your agape lips with ease. As hard as he tries to keep his gaze transfixed on your angelic face, wanting to burn the image into his mind, he finds himself struggling to keep his eyes open, drowning in his pleasure. Between your hand in his hair and your cunt gyrating against his face, Luffy cannot help but grind his hips into the mattress.

A particularly harsh nip to your clit has you yanking his head up by his hair, eliciting a guttural moan from the captain.

“Gentle!” You chastise, taking a moment to relish in his appearance: his chin and lips are painted in a carmine glaze, and his blown-out pupils beg for your forgiveness. “Behave yourself,” you add before shoving his face back into your dripping hole. And Luffy wastes no time getting back to work.

Using the power of the devil fruit, Luffy extends his tongue to fuck deeper into your hole, curling and flicking the wet muscle along your gummy walls. Feeling a familiar pressure building within your core, you maneuver your unoccupied hand down your body, employing two fingers to rub feverous circles on your aching clit. Your captain, generous as he is, is quick to toss your hand aside and replace it with his that had been previously occupied with your boobs. His palm took purchase laying atop your mound, and his thumb strokes your clit in the manner he had just observed you doing.

“Mmm ya learn fast… so g-good f’me,” you heave between moans and spurts of pants, slightly lifting your head to gaze down at him. Luffy, feeling your stare, forces his eyes open to meet yours, subconsciously fucking his hips harder into the mattress beneath him. It was becoming too much for him: between your sweet juices, the praises escaping your lips, and the friction of his denim shorts rubbing his bare cock, he knew he would be cumming soon.

You can feel the vibrations of his moans against your sopping cunt becoming more frequent, increasing in tandem with the shaking of the bed, a result of the violent thrusts of his pelvis.

“F-fuck Lu, gonna c-cum,” you mewled, burying his face impossibly further into your pussy and bucking your hips to match the rhythm of his tongue fucking you and his thumb playing with your clit. You were teetering on the edge of pure euphoria, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you drew near. Luffy was barely holding himself together, so close as well but in desperate need of one thing to send him over.

His tongue brushes along a particularly sensitive spot on the roof of your cunt, and you are pushed over. Your entire body convulses as waves of pleasure electrify you, toes curling and thighs crushing Luffy between them.

The essence of release mixed with the metallic tang of your menses is all Luffy needed, his hips faltering their thrusts as thick ropes of milky cum soil the interior of his shorts. His eyes roll back, and a throaty moan emulates from his stained lips, muffling against your cunt that was still cemented against his face.

Luffy lulls slightly on his side, resting his head atop your left thigh which had since ceased to sandwich his head between your right, eyes still clenched shut and body twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Never before had he felt such intense, unadulterated gratification. He was overwhelmingly high, mind fuzzy from the ecstasy that held him prisoner. Globs of saliva trickle down his tinted chin and pool on your thigh, as tears and beads of sweat stream down his face.

When your consciousness ventured back to reality, you observed his state: Luffy had fucked himself completely stupid, all thanks to your exquisite cunt. The sight is almost as rewarding as your orgasm was. Retaining a quip, you instead tenderly stroke his cheek with the hand that was once knotted in his tendrils.

“Hey, look at me…” you call softly. His bleary eyes inch open, unable to clearly make out your face, “Breathe Lu… did so good honey.”

He takes your command into account, focusing his pants until they calm into deep, controlled breaths. Once Luffy had somewhat composed himself, you used what little strength remained to tug him up towards you. He hovers above you, caging your head in with his forearms. One of your arms snakes around his neck, pulling him down to capture his swollen lips with your own. The kisses are sweet and gentle; moist pops lingering in the air as your lips caress Luffy’s. Your fingers massage at the base of his crown as you two share languid pecks, reveling in intimate bliss.

Disconnecting for a brief moment, you nudged him to the side, and he rolled onto his back next to you. You sat up and tore off your sweat-soaked top before hooking a leg across Luffy, your now naked body sticking to his bare chest. Again, your lips met his, this time more deeply, and sensually than before.

“I think,” you drawled between kisses, still enraptured in the make-out session, fingertips dancing across his scarred chest as they journeyed to the button of his shorts, “I need to taste you now, Captain.”

Heaven

Both reader and luffy are virgins who've been dating for a little while. Luffy's been ready for a while cause I don't see luffy viewing sex as that big of a deal in his mind (he's so into physical contact that I don't think he'd be nervous for sex, I just think he'd be excited to be that close to someone. does that make sense? idk it makes sense in my head lmfao), but reader's been hesitant so they've waited until now when reader is ready

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x afab!reader

WC: 2.2k

CW: established relationship, groping, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), virginity loss (both), unprotected penetrative sex, soft sex, it's really quite sweet/cute, kinda sappy ending

18+ MDNI

500 follower event

You giggle, tightening your arms around Luffy’s neck as he carries you to the bedroom. The look on his face is eager and focused as he walks you straight past the rest of the crew, ignoring them.

You burry you face in the crook of his neck to hide your blush, shaking your head in affectionate annoyance. His arms tighten around you as he steps over the threshold to your bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him and drops you onto the bed, pausing for a moment to grin.

You blush harder, self-conscious despite your fully clothed state. You avert your gaze, scooting back to rest against the pillows. Your movement breaks Luffy’s trance, and he crawls after you.

His arms cage you in as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. Your arms wrap around his neck of their own accord as you tilt your head up to meet him. Your lips meet his eagerly, a moan escaping you as his hips grind into yours.

You can feel his smile against your lips as he repeats the movement, drawing another moan from you. Your lips part, deepening the kiss as you feel your arousal build.

Your hand tangles into his hair, pulling his face closer to yours, reveling in the way his tongue meets yours. His hips continuing to grind against yours sparks a deeper need in you, your arousal growing.

You break the kiss, blinking your eyes open to meet his. He looks dazed, his eyes focusing on your swollen lips.

“Luffy,” You breathe, your flush deepening. You’re speaking faster than your brain can catch, the words spilling out of you. “I’m ready for more. I- I’m ready for. Um. All of it.”

It takes a moment for the words to register, giving you time to squirm, suddenly self-conscious once more. When your words click, his eyes snap up to yours, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah?”

You nod, biting your lip nervously. Neither you nor Luffy had ever had sex before. You knew it wasn’t a big deal for him. He’d been ready from the moment he met you. You were the one who’d been hesitant, and to your relief he had never pressed the issue, patiently waiting for you to be ready.

His lips crash against yours, kissing you with renewed excitement. You gasp, and he takes advantage of your parted lips to push his tongue into your mouth, tangling it messily with yours. He breaks the kiss as suddenly as he started it, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with lust.

“You’re absolutely certain? I gotta hear you say it again, sweets.”

“I’m sure.” You whisper, squirming under his uncharacteristically intense gaze. “I’m ready to have sex with you. I want it.”

He beams, littering wet kisses all over your face. It makes you giggle, and you try half-heartedly to swat him away. The act only makes him laugh, too.

“Good, sweets. I’m ready too. Oh, this is gonna be great!” His face is lit up with excitement, and you recognize the single-minded focus in his eyes.

He works his way down your body, leaving kisses and red marks in his wake. Your shirt’s been pushed up to expose our bra. His lips are on your stomach, right above your waistband. His dark eyes flick up to yours once more, hand hovering over the button of your pants, waiting for your permission to pull them off.

You nod, lifting your hips to make it easier as he yanks your pants and underwear off in one move, too quick for you to register. Before you have the chance to be embarrassed by your exposed state, Luffy’s repositioning himself between your thighs, shifting your legs open and continuing his kisses across the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

You gasp, a hand coming down to tangle in his messy hair. Your eyes are dazed as you use your other arm to prop yourself up enough to watch him. His hair tickles your inner thighs, so close to your heat that it makes you squirm. His hands tighten on your legs, holding you still.

He bites gently into your thigh, making you whimper. It doesn’t hurt, it only serves to heighten your need. He reluctantly pulls away, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

“Can I taste you?”

“Can you– what?” You choke out, caught off guard by the intensity in his eyes.

“Taste you.” He repeats. “I wanna eat your pussy.”

Your jaw drops at his shamelessly lewd words. He continues looking up at you, patiently waiting for your answer. The look in his eyes paired with your almost painful arousal has you nodding, giving him permission.

Luffy doesn’t hesitate, rubbery tongue licking a stripe between your folds. You choke out a cry, hand tightening in his hair as your head falls back. He groans at the taste of you, the vibration through your sensitive pussy making you whimper.

His lips latch around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. Meanwhile, a single finger circles your tight hole. It pushes inside of you slowly, making you gasp. You’d used your own fingers on yourself before, but his stretched you in a new way.

The combination of his mouth on your sensitive clit and his finger breaching your tight hole has your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast.

His finger is longer than your own, and when he crooks it upwards, he makes contact with the spot inside of you that you’d never been able to reach.

Your head spins as a cry leaves you, your orgasm slamming into you suddenly. He grins against your clit, continuing to rub the spongey spot inside of you as your walls clench around him. Your orgasm is more powerful than you’d ever known, you back arching off the bed as your whole body shakes.

You come down slowly, muscles weak as you try to push him away, the overstimulation making you whine. He obeys reluctantly, pouting as he pushes himself up to kneel between your thighs. He brings the finger drenched with your arousal up to his lips. You can do nothing but watch with wide eyes as he sucks the finger into his mouth, shutting his eyes with a content moan.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

Your breath comes out in heavy gasps as you watch. You quickly feel yourself getting wet again, craving the feeling of being full once more.

“Luffy,” You whimper, unable to form a complete thought at the moment.

He grins, always knowing what you need. His arms bracket your head again as he leans down, kissing you again. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the lewdness of it making your head spin.

He breaks the kiss, pulling you up enough to tug your shirt over your head. He tosses it on the floor, your bra quick to follow. He lays you back down, large hand groping your breast as he kisses you again.

Your legs wrap around his waist, dragging his hips against yours. You break the kiss with a pout, raking your gaze over him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks breathlessly.

“You’re still fully dressed.”

He laughs, shaking his head and pushing himself back up to kneeling. He tugs his vest off so quickly you can’t help but laugh. You push yourself up, reaching a hand out to trace over the lines of his scar.

He unbuttons his shorts, tugging them down as much as he can before laying back down over you and kicking them the rest of the way off. You laugh harder, shaking your head at him. He grins dumbly back at you, leaning forward for another kiss.

He has one hand wrapped around his cock, rock-hard and leaking. His other hand is placed next to your head to keep him up. You watch in awe as he drags his thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum and using it to ease his movements as he pumps his cock slowly.

He takes in your parted lips and wide eyes, and pauses. “We can stop, if you want.”

You shake your head immediately. “Please don’t. I want this. I want you. So badly, Luffy.”

A wide smile spreads across his face once more, and he nods. He rubs his cock through your folds slowly, covering it in your juices. You gasp every time his tip nudges your clit, and you don’t miss the way that makes him smirk.

He takes a deep breath, finally nestling his cock against your hole. His eyes move up to meet yours once more, the intimacy of the moment growing. He leans down, resting his forehead against yours as he carefully pushes his cock into your tight hole.

A gasp escapes you at the first stretch, your hands flying up to brace against his shoulders. He pauses with only the tip inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust. You nod when you’re ready, tapping his shoulder as well.

He presses his lips to yours again in a soft, sweet kiss as he pushes his cock further into you. The stretch of it burns, though to your relief it doesn’t truly hurt. You shift slightly as he pauses again, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position.

“You doing okay?” He asks quietly, his voice strained.

You nod, peeling your eyes open to meet his gaze. “I’m good, Luff. You?”

“Really good. Really, really good. Fuck, sweets. You feel so perfect around my cock,” He babbles, pushing himself up to look down at where you’re joined. “So wet and warm. And you’re squeezing me so fucking well. God, it’s fucking heaven.”

You moan softly at his words, using your grip on his shoulders to pull him down into a heated kiss. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, opening yourself up more for him.

He carefully pushes the rest of the way into you with a groan. The burn quickly fades into pleasure as he holds still, uncharacteristically patient as he waits for your sign to move. You’re starting to agree with him. The feeling of fullness you have with his cock inside of you is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He keeps his forehead against yours, breaths mingling as you take a moment to revel in the closeness.

“Move, Luffy,” You whisper, the need for more growing in you quickly.

He nods, pulling his forehead off of yours as he pulls out slowly, leaving only the tip inside. He pushes back in, just as slow. The drag of his cock against your walls makes you sigh. He repeats his movements, slowly picking up speed until he finds a steady rhythm.

He moves one of his hands over to grab your thigh, gripping it tightly and tugging it away from his waist. He shifts his hand into the underside of your thigh, pushing it into the mattress and opening you up more for him.

The shift in positions has the head of his cock perfectly brushing your g-spot with every thrust. You moan, tossing your head back as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

His lips connect with yours once more in a bruising kiss. It’s messy and uncoordinated as both of you spiral towards your climaxes.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly. Your vision goes black from the intensity of it all, a loud cry tearing out of you. Your back arches, your tits pressing into his scarred chest as he pulls his lips away from yours, trailing messy wet kisses over your jaw and neck.

His hips stutter as he feels your walls clenching around him, squeezing his cock and pushing him over the edge of his own orgasm.

Your fluttering walls milk his cum out of him as you shake with the aftershocks of your high. He buries himself as deep as possible into you, his hips flush with yours as he grinds them against you. His moans are muffled as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you as his seed spills out of him, filling you up.

You both come down slowly. Your hand strokes his hair lazily as he peels his face away from your neck, a dopey smile on his lips that no doubt matches your own.

His lips meet yours in a slow, gentle kiss. He pulls away, looking down at where you’re still joined. He pulls out slowly, but it still makes you wince. His eyes watch you carefully, making sure he’s causing you any real pain.

You sigh softly as he finally pulls free of you, the emptiness you’re left with making you pout. Luffy’s quick to kiss the pout away, making you smile instead.

“How do you feel?” He looks nervous, eyes raking over your body as if he can read your thoughts in your body language.

Your hands reach out to cup his cheeks, forcing his eyes to meet yours as your smile widens. “I feel really good. That was perfect, Luff.” He grins, finally rolling off of you and collapsing onto the bed next to you with a laugh. “I think so too. I wanna do it again. Often.” You laugh, turning your head so that you’re looking at him. “I like that plan.”

He turns his head too, meeting your eyes, “I love you.”

Your smile is bright enough to drown out the sun as you laugh and say, “I love you, too.”