The Worst Mistake Ft. Monkey D. Luffy!

─ Binding Shots

yandere! zoro x bartender! reader [gender neutral]

• fic type: oneshot

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

• word count: 2.7k

• tw: obsessive thoughts, kidnapping, passing out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Straw Hat Pirates.

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

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

And then there was him.

Zoro.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You snorted. "Predictable."

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

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

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

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

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

The reaction was immediate.

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

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

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

"What the hell is this?"

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

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

Better than any sake he’d ever had.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Too good.

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

But that wasn’t what kept him coming back.

It was you.

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

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

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

A warmth.

A familiarity.

Zoro wasn’t used to that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.

You both knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

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

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

In his own gruff, quiet way.

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

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

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

Zoro tensed, his grip tightening slightly around his glass.

His eyes flicked to yours, sharp and unreadable.

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

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

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

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

Too late.

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

He was watching you.

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

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

Each night, his obsession grew.

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

He wanted more.

More of your time. More of your attention.

More of you.

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

••••

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

But Zoro barely heard any of it.

He was too focused on you.

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

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

And damn it, it worked every time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then—something shifted.

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

He was watching him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did he?

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

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

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

He was a pirate though.

Pirates took what they wanted.

And he wanted you.

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

For a moment, nothing happened.

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

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

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

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

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

He was promising something.

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yet… something felt off.

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

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

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

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

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

But then—

Footsteps.

Slow. Heavy. Deliberate.

Your stomach twisted.

You stopped walking, straining your ears.

Silence.

Your pulse thudded.

Then, just as you took another cautious step forward—

The footsteps resumed.

Closer this time.

Your breath hitched, heart hammering against your ribs.

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

The footsteps sped up.

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

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

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

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

You fought.

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

And then—

A voice.

Low. Calm. Familiar.

"You’re safe."

Your breath hitched.

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

"I’ve got you."

Your body went rigid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Confusion tangled with the terror clawing at your chest.

Your mind spun. Why was he doing this?

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

But then—Sharp pain.

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

The world lurched.

Your limbs went weak, your vision hazy.

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

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

Your fingers twitched uselessly, your body going slack.

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

And the last thing you heard—soft, unwavering—

"You’re mine now, Y/n."

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

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

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

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

Apart of the Isekai AU Chronicles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Um--Nami..." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So--who's your favorite?" 

And then it was all shattered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A/n: We love Yapper Nami

Mind Your Manners (Sanji X Reader)

A/N: ITS KINKTOBER! I have it in my head that head-over-heels, perverted Sanji would absolutely give the Reader snacks or food that are just a little bit too messy as an excuse to watch them clean up after themself and I just had to write it out. Kinda feels yandere? Smutty Food Play, because I haven't seen enough kinky Sanji action on here. xx

Sanji knows better than to play with his food. However, the way you're sitting at the dining table - pretty legs tucked up underneath you and breasts pressed together as you lean on your elbows - makes him think that he may have to make an exception.

Sanji's rule about manners doesn't extend to you, however.

No.

Sanji goes out of his way to ensure that you'll make a mess in his kitchen.

Back during the summer months, the Going Merry had made a pitstop at an island known for their enormous strawberries. Sanji had been eager to try his hand at pastries for a change - tarts, pies, the works - and the gargantuan summertime fruits seemed the perfect challenge.

A challenge the cook didn't anticipate, however, was finding you elbow-deep in the barrel of harvested berries that same evening, caught literally red-handed from the saccharine juices that dripped from your fingertips to the floor with a heavy tap tap tap.

The sight was enough to make his heart nearly stop.

Your eyes had been wide and your flushed cheeks were even wider, stuffed with sweet fruit as juice covered your face and hands...and every bit of you was dripping. Sanji had been unsure of where to look and his eyes darted between your slick fingers, your shy expression, and your perfectly tinted, glossy lips. He had never seen a more heavenly sight.

In his mind, nothing could ever compare...until your tongue ran along the back of your hand in a feeble attempt to clean yourself.

In the darkness of his room, Sanji thought about that tease of a tongue for weeks afterward.

Ever since then, he has taken extra care to make sure that you're given the messiest meals he can make. They're not gross, of course - Sanji is a chef first and a lover second. No, they're not gross. They are delectable. Every hum of enjoyment, every slurp, every squish...Sanji would lie awake in bed and dream of the different foods he wished to cover you in, if only just to watch you lick it up.

You had offered to help him make cinnamon buns one morning - though not without taking a generous helping of frosting on your finger and sucking it clean. "Labor tax", you joked with a wink. The image of your tongue licking the sinful-looking sweetness from your finger, mingled with your contented sigh, was seared into Sanji's brain from that moment forward.

Sanji became obsessed with watching you eat.

Food has always been an extension of Sanji's love for his crew and an expression of devotion. The act of cooking is artistic, and the act of eating is intimate. Hell, the kitchen itself is a lesson in foreplay: the preparation, the getting hands dirty, the building heat, the waiting game...all leading to a very satisfying end.

If only Sanji's cooking prowess had an excuse to leave the kitchen and move into the bedroom.

Sanji has yet to make his cake and eat it too in the ways of romance, though it would seem that you have recently taken a keen interest in his particular set of skills. The cook has noticed an increasing frequency of your kitchen visits, observing the way your eyes seem to latch to his hands and arms as he works. You've grown bolder, assisting him in his preparations and letting your elbows brush up against one another.

Sanji relishes the days you ask for his help and he nestles you between his body and the table, guiding your hands in his much larger ones.

The cook has grown bolder too, sometimes pressing too tightly against your back to allow his front to press up against your firm bottom as he huskily mumbles praises in your ear. He swears, sometimes, he can feel you lean into him.

The kitchen is the way to Sanji's heart, and he hopes that it may be the way into your bed.

And here you were, seated at his table awaiting the meal he had promised to cook for you once the Going Merry restocked at port.

As Sanji wipes down his cooking station, he lets his eyes drink you in without shame. Your breasts are practically falling from your tattered blouse, soft pillows highlighted by the dim candlelight of the galley. You're playing with your fingers, unaware of Sanji's gaze. He smirks.

"Sanji," You sigh, flushing pink as you look up to meet his gaze already set upon you,

"Is it almost ready?"

He chuckles, crossing his arms.

"My sweet girl is hungry, hm?" He muses, tossing his dishrag over his shoulder,

"Just a few more minutes, love."

"Wha-? But-!"

"You can't rush perfection now, can you?"

"Sanji," You whine, wiggling in your seat. His eyes once again meet your chest.

"If I had known it was going to take this long I would have taken up Zoro's offer to go to the pub."

Sanji stiffens.

The chef stands to his full height, a cigarette appearing between his tight-pressed lips as he turns from you to check on the pot simmering on the stove.

You, however, hold your ground.

It's silent.

"I didn't know you and mosshead had plans."

Sanji's voice is low. Much too low, and empty. It unsettles you.

"San-"

"-It's ready."

In a manner much too abrupt for the usually smitten Sanji, a steaming bowl is placed before you with an alarming thud. The spoon rattles in reaction to his aggressive delivery.

The enticing smell of the ramen can't mask the uneasy way Sanji stands perfectly still in front of you, face shrouded in shadow except for the blazing butt of his cigarette.

You're unsure of where to look, splitting your attention between the meal before you and the man hovering above the table. Sanji makes the decision for you.

"You were so hungry just a moment ago," he quips,

"So eat up."

You swallow, heat pooling in your cheeks and between your legs. This was nothing but the "Zoro effect" on Sanji, as you and Nami call it. Gingerly, you take hold of the spoon. Peering into the bowl, the meal looks heavenly - though you're soon aware of the way your hair keeps falling into your eyes, threatening to become part of the soup.

Your hair had grown long during the months at sea, and you had unwillingly lent Usopp your last bauble for slingshot practice. Your frustration doesn't go unnoticed.

“Here, my darling,” Sanji hummed, circling the table until he was behind you, “Let me help.”

At this moment, Sanji feels dangerous.

Your body erupts with heat as the cook looms behind you, your eyes glued to the steaming bowl of soup displayed before you. The galley feels all too warm, and the meal before you begins to feel more like a test - a challenge - rather than a token of whatever unspoken feelings float between you and Sanji.

Without another word, Sanji’s cold fingers glide along your feverish neck, scooping up your hair in their wake. He gives his wrist a well-practiced twist, eliciting a gasp from your lips at the feeling of your hair pulled taught in his grasp. Sanji feels his ego swell, giving your hair a sharp tug. Your head is thrown back as he lowers himself to your ear.

"Go on," His scruff grazes you, and your skin is suddenly on fire.

"Eat."

Heat floods through Sanji as he watches the way your neck moves as you swallow, nodding at his command. He eases up on his grip and observes the timid way you scoop the broth into your mouth.

He catches the way your eyelids flutter closed at the taste of his meal. You liked it. You always liked his food.

Tonight, simply liking wasn't enough.

"Eating so silently? Don't you know it's rude to the chef?"

Sanji's eyes darken as your fingers twitch on the tabletop. So, he muses to himself, you think you would get away that easily?

"Don't you like it?"

"S-Sanji-"

"Don't use your words, pet. Just enjoy."

From above, he watches as the plush peaks of your breasts begin to heave quicker. You allow yourself to fully dive into the meal, this time taking noodles and broth quickly between your lips. For a moment, you seem to forget that Sanji is there. You hum, in something akin to ecstasy - Sanji had made this meal just for you, just the way you liked it.

The obscenely wet squelches of your lips slurping up his creation elicit a deep groan from the chef, fingers tightening their grip on your hair. He can't help but chuckle at the idea of Zoro sitting alone in some corner booth and nursing a drink, all while you're here sucking up and savoring Sanji's affection.

You lift your head, lips puffy from the spice and heat of the meal. Sanji presses himself into your back, as his free thumb comes around and wipes your bottom lip. Your gazes meet, and Sanji brings his thumb to his mouth - tasting remnants of your meal.

A low chuckle escapes his lips.

"What, my love? Finished already?"

You understand his insinuation, whipping your head back to your meal and bringing the ladle back to your mouth.

Eat it all up, love. Made just for you.

In a moment of weakness, Sanji gently pushes your head down.

You gag on the spoon.

Sanji moans.

His hips buck forward, desperate for friction, meeting the soft dip of your arched back. His throbbing cock digs into your back, your buttocks...Unable to compose himself, Sanji begins to rut himself against you – and you don’t protest.

Sanji knows how fowl this display looks, and yet he can’t help himself. He has wanted you - really wanted you - for so long...the idea that Zoro could possibly take you away from him was enough to drive him over the edge.

When Sanji hears your voice rumble from your chest - "nnnugh-! Sanji...!" - he swears by the heavens that he'll do anything to make you his.

His hand moves from your hair and wraps around your throat, slick with the broth that dribbles from your lips. He wishes to lick every part of your sticky, salty skin, gently squeezing your throat as you gasp out his name.

Your head lolls onto his shoulder, hand gripping the table as it shakes under the weight of Sanji's wild bucking.

Sanji is everywhere, mumbling streams of thought between hot kisses along your forehead:

"I fucking love you, you know that? Would Zoro treat you so well?"

"That pretty mouth, always teasing me - you think that's fair?"

"Just wanna fill you up with all of me, darling...Want those gorgeous lips around my cock..."

For all his talk, he fumbles and lurches forward. His hand unceremoniously lands in the bowl, soaking him up to the cuff in warm broth. You're both breathing heavily, the high beginning to wind down. However, you see your moment to gain leverage.

You grab hold of his wrist before he can think, turning your face ever so slightly to meet his.

With a twinkle in your eye, you guide his hand to your lips. Sanji's mind is a fluffy haze, unable to anticipate your next move.

"We don't waste food, right?" You purr.

You take Sanji's fingers into your velvety mouth and he practically sees stars. He has been dreaming of this exact pleasure for months, straining to keep from collapsing on top of you as your tongue swirls between his fingers.

As your cheeks hollow out around his digits, your hooded gaze keeps his in a near mocking way.

So, you had known his game all along.

Sanji's chest heaves against your back, his hot breath fanning across your face with a stutter. His inexperience shows in this moment, numb and capable of doing nothing but watching the expert way your mouth moves around his fingers.

A faint pop of your cheeks accompanies the release, a ghostly string of spit connecting his fingers to your lips. The faint moonlight catches hold of his soaked digits. Sanji inhales sharply.

His hand, frozen in your hold, is easily guided down...

down...

down...

"I've already had my meal," you murmur.

A shiver.

His eager fingers meet your soaking, pulsing warmth.

"It's time you eat yours."

Breaking up ┃One Piece Pt. 1

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

"I wish I never met you."

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

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

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Monkey D. Luffy

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

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

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

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

So you waited. 

And waited. 

And waited….

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

Monkey D. Luffy had stood you up.

Your own boyfriend. 

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

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

“y/n!”

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

“Wait up!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Date?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

“I don’t think I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

"...what?"

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

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

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

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

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You rolled your tear filled eyes, “Obviously.”

“I can try if you want-”

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

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

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

“y/n.”

You wiped your face clear of tears.

“We're done, Lu.”

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Roronoa Zoro

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

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

“Are you still counting?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, mom.”

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

“How much longer?”

Zoro grunted, “When I reach two thousand.”

“Two thousand!?”

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

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

“Shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What, why?"

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

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

“I'm not hung up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You're the one who's dismissing me!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe we should break up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you."

“Fuck you.”

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Requests Open!

(´ε｀ )♡ Thinkin about a very clingy Zoro

CW: Sort of Yandere/Nonestablished Relationship. Noncon/dubcon. Fem!Reader

He's not vocal about his clinginess, more of a action man instead. Since you were first accepted in the crew, he wasn't all that welcoming compared to the rest of the crew. Especially Sanji who quickly warmed up to you, making you your favorites dishes and drinks on the night to celebrate your arrival in the crew. You were playing around with Chopper and Usopp when you felt someone sit in the seat right next to you, looking to your left you find the green-haired swordsman chugging down a mug of beer.

His eye lazily glanced down at you with his one good eye, slamming down his mug, making you jump a bit in your seat. He raised an eyebrow at that.

"Didn't think our new crewmate would be so jumpy." He snorted, making your face heat up and your blood boil a bit. Usopp waves him off, "Oh, come on! We all can't be power monsters like you guys. I, for one, am glad to add another person who has common sense to our crew!" He quickly changes the mood by taking your hand in his and pulling you to the dance floor, Chopper following suit. The three of you hold hands in a circle and started jumping around. You quickly forgot about that small interaction with Zoro, but that entire night he never took his eye off of you.

You soon realized that Zoro is just a bit rough around the edges and mostly blunt but he doesn't mean any real harm. Still, you keep your distance mostly from him, opting to hang out with Chopper or Usopp instead. There was just something about the way he looks at you, like he was eyeing down a prey, it makes your spine shiver anytime you glance his way and catch him staring back.

Maybe he was still untrusting of you? It would make sense, he is the first mate, he gotta protect his crew after all. That was the reason you told yourself at least, to justify all the time you caught Zoro just staring at you from afar or downright following you. You gotten slowly used to his presence, not jumping up in shock anymore, anytime he would sneak up behind you or placed a hand on your shoulder.

Zoro got warmer to you, you think at least. He's usually fighting beside you in battles, or walking close by when you're out shopping in town. A hand on your shoulder, moves to a hand down your back, to a hand on your waist. You figured after a while, he accepted you as a crewmate and was just overprotective of the newcomer. It didn't help you found Zoro kinda attractive, so you let him get away with the small touching he did.

And then the touching grew into more and more, and you found yourself not being able to voiced out concerns anymore. The other crewmate, beside Luffy, often giggled when they find the two of you together. Usopp and Franky would make kissy faces when Zoro would sit next to you at lunch. Sanji looks at you dejected from time to time, muttering under his breath, "What does she even see in that moss-brain idiot.."

It wasn't like you were dating Zoro, right? He never asked you out officially, he just always been there. Always...

And, now he was getting bold with his actions. When he's sleeping on the desk, resting his back on the side of the Sunny, he would sense you walking by and trips you on purpose. Making you land on his lap and holding you there. Letting out a huge yawn over your complaining and rolling over on top of you, if you were to squirm around too much. Brook would wolf-whistle if you kept on squirming while underneath Zoro, making you effectively stop all movement.

When it's his turn on the Crow Nest, Zoro would pick you up by the scuff of your shirt, dragging you away from whatever it was you're doing and make you go up there with him. He'll do the same when he's in training at the gym. Stating that he needs "help" with his workout. Though, you're not sure what you're helping by just sitting on his chest or back while he does his reps.

If you're in town or meeting other crews, Zoro would be behind you, or he'll have you tucked into his side, arms around you tight. Glaring at anyone who ever tries to look your way. All the other crews knew that you were 'Zoro's property' and not to mess with you, unless they wanted to end up on impaled on his swords.

He knew your routine to a T, what time you woke up, takes a shower, your daily tasks. And he would just be there at your side or if he had another task to do, he'll keep an eye on you, always...

He knew what you like and dislike, picking up small snacks and trinkets for you, dropping them off on your lap without a word. But looking down at you expectingly, like cat wanting praise for being their owner an offering. Though you were unsure who was the pet and who was the owner in this scenario, as somehow you ended up in Zoro's bed.

Dragged away once again, right after a bath night with the girls too. Nami giggled at the two of you and Robin told you to "Keep it safe." as she waves you off, the both of them seemingly ignoring the confused and panicked look on your face.

He smelt like musk and sweat and you idly wondered if he showered yet or just came to bed right after the gym. He was still shirtless as he presses you right up agaisnt his chest, his head buried on top of your hair. Snuffing at your scent, a deep rumble blooms in his chest as he squeezes you a bit tighter, his biceps trapping you in this position. He lets out a deep sigh, hands traveling down your body, grabbing and pinching at your skin.

Grunting out when you start to wiggle and struggle a bit in his grasp, accidentally brushing your knees right up against his hard on. He push his own knee right between your legs, forcing them apart as he makes you grind on his thigh. The thin pajamas short you were wearing did little to help against the friction it was causing, he flexes his thighs in a way that make you mewl out and dig your nails in his shoulders.

"Good girl.." He growls out, finally addressing you like a person and not some doll.

"Zo-Zoro, what are we-Mmph!" He silences you with a kiss, speeding up his movement and moving his hands down to grope at your ass. His tongue parting your lips open and invading your mouth hotly. You moan so sweetly underneath him like this, your back arching up into him as he remove one hand to ghost under your shirt, pinching at your nipples.

He parts away from you, and from the moonlight coming thru the window. You saw Zoro's face, flushed with a light pink, and his eye starting down at you. A deep dark desire swirling within them, he grins almost manically at you.

"I knew it... I always knew you wanted me too...haha.."

He moves back a bit to get both legs in between yours so he could spread you open even more. His hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs and pushing it to your chest. Your hands clamber to stop him, heart racing over this fast exchange of events.

"You're gonna be punished for making me wait so long.."

The Journalist Luffy x fem!Reader

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This is a continuation of my luffy x reader mini series you can find part 1 at the bottom.

•You finally meet up with the straw hats after waiting for 2 long years undergoing a serious change luffy can't seem to get his paws off of you•

Pt: 2

Pt:1

Warnings: mean luffy, ooc luffy sorta, reader is really dumb, smut, dirty talk, overestimation, multiple orgasims man handling, luffy is tired of your bullshit, hairpulling, ass slapping, reader is low key scared at first. Luffy is a huge pervert, luffy is nasty hella gaslighting dub-con?? Luffy doesnt drown from his devil fruit Idk of these kink shits work tell me if I missed anything.

Word count: I have no idea💀

Ever since you joined back with your crew after those two long year's luffy has been acting a bit off lately, you would often catch him staring at you from afar, either if you would be fooling around with Usoop, or you would feel his intense gaze when you were training with zoro even when it was time to eat dinner.

Unbeknownst to you everytime you did swats train your legs and thighs sharing weights with zoro, how he would without a care in the world stare at your round ass.

Or how it goes unnoticed how he would eye the way you would swollow your drink or how your lips wrapped around the piece of meat he offered to you over and over on purpose so he can see how your cute plump lips would wrap around the meat each time thinking about how it can wrap around something else instead.-

On the rare occasions when you do catch him staring he doesn't waver his intense gaze on you, you couldn't help but turn your head away quickly feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

There has been a few incidents where you would so happen to minding your own business and he'd come out of nowhere with the same old grin he always wearing and he will tell you to accompany him in a game pressing his hand on your shoulder giving it a squeeze, before slightly beinding down biting your ear softly telling "it would be fun captain's orders."

Of course you couldn't say no what kind of crew mate would disobey their captain!

You told yourself he means well and maybe it would be fun if you played with him like old times(it's nothing like old times)

Somehow the game of tag that was attended to be played with chopper, usoop, luffy and yourself only ended up just being just you and luffy.

You were confused on what was going on, and you asked Luffy what was going on only for him to say

"Ohh I guess they bailed early I guess it's just us this time! hehe"

He chuckled to himself, but you weren't chuckling.

You were trying to avoid this man at all costs, not because he was attractiveor anything yes it was but everytime he's near you, you can't control your nerves and your heart beat.

To say that this man has now have the power to intimidate you now is something compared to 2 years ago.

What makes him even more intimating is how quickly he can switch up his mood and facial expressions you don't never know what he is thinking, not to mention that haki of his...

Even when it comes to your crew mates you tried telling them about it but they told you it's just "luffy being luffy" and that it's his way of telling you he likes you as his nakama!

You took their word for it and your nerves eased a bit.

So everytime luffy asked for a hug you would gladly open your arms and hug him....

...

"Y/nnnnnnnn can I get a hugg please???"

You smiled.

"of course captain"

You felt his arms wrap around your waist tightly in a instant you wrapped your arms around his neck, not long after you feel his hands drag down squeezing the fat of your ass from underneath your skirt he pulled your panties and letting go slapping the fabric against your supple skin make you yelp into his neck is shock, to ashamed to lift your gaze at him knowing he has that stupid attractive grin in his face has he chuckled at you meanily.

...

Even after incidents like these he'd pretend nothing happend you asked him about it before you could even get a word in he'd tell you..

"Don't be silly y/n! That's just my way if saying thank-you for your hard work as my journalist!"

Your mind instantly forgets about those encounters as you smiled at him proudly thanking him for raising your hard work.

...

Usually you didn't let this bother but this was too much for your heart to handle.

The crew stopped at an island resort Nami suggesting the crew to stay there for 2 weeks to get our minds and body's ready for the next battle to come in the new world.

You happily took her word for it as you finally found an excuse to avoid your overly affectionate captain.

You made sure you weren't being followed and you decided to take a bath in the hot springs bath the resort had to offer.

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You took off your signature button up top and skirt off folding it neatly on the lavish counter of the bathhouse, rinsing your body and hair off before you stepped in.

You made sure you scrubbed your long locs rinsing it thoroughly before proceeding onto your body.

You hummed to yourself smiling and enjoying the heat of the water, you heard something from the back of the bathroom sharply turning your head around you looked but saw nothing.

You shrugged your shoulders and finished up rinsing your plush body off.

You took a step in the warm bath finally before you could even be summerged you heard a voice that you didn't want to hear.

"shishishi sooooo that's were you were hiding!!"

Your eyes widened as you snapped your neck in his direction you quickly tried to cover up your breasts with your arms and dropping quickly into the water submerging half of your face into the water backing up towards the far end of the bath.

What the hell was he doing in the bath with you? You thought nami and robin would join you they said they would later but it seems like they ditched you.

"Oooh is this a game??! I wanna play!"

He giggled loudly stripping himself quickly before you could even make out what he was gonna do you felt a big splash knocking the water everywhere.

You looked around. Where did he go? You thought, not for long, your thoughts got interrupted by two big rough hands grabbed your waist, making you let out a embarrassingly high pitched scream.

His head emerged from the water, face filled with a big grin as he grabbed both of your wrists roughly, your eyes widened as he pushed you against the bath walls forcing your breasts to be pushed up against his toned torso the contact making him grunt softly, he looked at you with half lidded eyes has his grin was unwavering.

"Y/n if this is one of your games I already won it shishi~"

He said lowly in your ear.

You turned your head away from his voice only making him have more access to your supple neck.

"Luffy w-what are you doing your not supposed to be in he- AHh!"

Luffy softly bit your neck while pushing his leg up to grind against your raw pussy.

Smirking against your neck he lifted his head again looking at you in the eyes.

You nervously avoided his gaze but he want having any of it.

He grabbed your face roughly forcing you to meet his hard gaze that made your pussy do backflips and your knees weak.

He came even closer to your face noses barely touching as he looked at you through his lashes.

"Y/n you better stop fucking running away from your captain."

Your eyes widened at the sudden shift in energy and choice of words.

"I'm sick and tried of you running away from me y/n you kept me waiting long enough I want my reward now."

He gave you a devilish grin.

You looked at him confused before you felt his thick hand grab the base of your throat the pressure making you moan out, he roughly kissed you wasting no time in shoving his tounge down your mouth wanting to taste every part of you.

You felt tears pricking the base of your eyes as you shamlessly moan in your captains mouth.

He let go of your throat letting your lips free he grabbed a chunk of your hair roughly pulling your head back showing your neck and glory before sucking and attacking your neck.

You couldn't stop the soft moans and heavy breaths as he made way with your neck.

You put your hands on his chest a futle cute attempt to push him away.

He stopped his assault on your neck and roughly pulled you out of the water setting you down on the edge the sudden quickness of him moving you didn't have enough time to cover up your dignity before you felt his lips already attack your plushy breasts.

"Aah Luffy! We can't do this it's wrong!"

Luffy looked up at you still making eye contact with you as he devoured your nipples his brows furrowing in anger.

He bit your nipple softly making your whole body jerk, in pleasure before he roughly spread your legs flipping you over harshly smacking your ass, roughly groaning at the way your ass recoiled at his abuse.

"Y/n do me a favor and shut the fuck up, you started this and you need to finish it."

He pulled your damp ass checks apart watching the way your pussy gushes around nothing be softly blew on it making your body shiver.

He chuckled at the reaction.

"Walking around my ship with that short skirt like is nothing you seriously expecting me to ignore that! Hehe! Ive waited for this pussy for so long I'm tired of your dumb games I want it now! Give it here!

He roughly pulled your hips to meet his face as he shoved his head into your backside holding your hips as he started slurping your cunt from the back.

You practically cried out as your legs started shaking and trembling already.

He sucked on your clit before moving back to down to your hole tounge fucking you for a moment drinking in your juices before going back and playfully biting your clit experimentally.

Your body jerked as you let out a loud yelp making your poor pussy gush more fluids, even more so making your legs tremble more.

Luffy smirked devilishly at your reaction before licking, sucking and abusing your bean.

The sounds he was making made it seem like he felt more pleasure eating you out than you.

His groans and moans were sinful as he didn't let up on your pussy.

"Ahh l-luffy this feels s-so- NGH!"

He roughly slapped your ass before grabbing handfuls of your cheeks, humming against your clit moving his head back and forth rhythmically.

You started to feel a warmth tighten in your core out of reflex you tried to close your legs only to be accompanied by another harsh slap to your ass, making you whimper out as your tears flowed.

"Mhmmmmm" he moaned against your clit making you cry out as you creamed on his face and tounge.

He didn't hesitate to click it all up and you thought he would be done but he continued assault your swollen clit.

Your back fully arched as you cried out, trying to wiggle your hips out of his harsh grasp but only ending up shaking your ass on his face causing you more pleasure.

He chuckled darkly, before biting your clit, your vision blurred as you felt a large gush of pleasure wash over you. You couldnt stop your brows from furrowing and your tounge coming out of your mouth at the pleasure. You felt warn gushes of fluids coming out of your poor cunny.

After a million years he finally removed his head from your legs, your body collapsing from him not holding you up anymore.

He smugly looked down at you even though your on your stomach you can feel his smirk gaze on you.

He lifted you up onto your knees again holding your hips up as his poor swolen neglected cock stroked your pussy lips, his dick twitched at the feeling making his eyes nearly roll back in his head.

You lazily turned your had back to look at him, you always found him rather sexy but the thought of fucking your captain made you feel off.

"L-luffy don't you think this is-"

He roughly grabbed your neck pulling your back up against his larger toned body making your pussy gush "unintentionally"

"You disobeying my orders y/n?" He said in a harsh mean tone you felt ashamed as your pussy thought otherwise.

He squeezed your neck and rubbed the tip of his fat cockhead back and forth your clit making your hips buck each time. He pushed your head back onto his shoulder making you meet each others gazes.

"You know what happens when you disobey your captain right?"

Your eyes widened.

"N-no I won't disobey you captain I'm loyal to you!"

You whined out desperately

His gripped tighten on your throat making you whine.

He smirked and giggled showing his pearly whites.

"Good, knew I can count on you y/n! Now be a good girl and take what I give you! Hehe.

He laughed big smile unwavering as he practically slammed his dick into your pussy, your mouth fell agape as your eyes rolled back in your head.

You felt his cock plunging in and out of your sore pussy your embarassing loud wet sounds filling the bathhouse. Luffy's gaze never left your face has be watched your face forms in different pleasured filled expressions.

He got off to them all, he nearly came at the sight.

His brows furrowed as his grin only widened he roughly squished your cheeks welcoming your lips with his.

He felt your pussy clench down hard, groaned into your mouth as he let go of your face he grabbed your hair, the harsh slaps of his hips recoling against the fat of your ass harshly.

"Y-youre so tight y/nnnnnnn if I knew you felt this good I'd been fuck this pussy alreadyy! Awee its not faiirrrrr"

He whined childishly, he let go of your hair you collapsed he held your hips, as he only managed to speed up his thrusts.

"Captainnnn I'm gonna!-"

His brows furrowed.

"Fuck your squeezing your captain so hard!"

Your eyes rolled back in your head as cried out you gushed around his shaft, legs trembling.

This triggered his orgasim as he let out a moan has his eyes rolled back in his head, drowl escaping his mouth as jaw goes slack, his balls clenched and released his cum into your pussy stuffing you full.

He held his throbbing dick inside your pussy emptying his balls before pulling his softening cock out of you his cum gushing out of your abused hole. Both of you groaning at the feeling of being separated.

"Shishishi Y/n that was fun! 2 years was worth the wait!"

He laughed as he grabbed you roughly putting you down back into the water sitting on his lap.

You looked back at him brows furrowed, how the hell does this man have this much damn energy.

He looked at you with his shit grin

He groped your left boob harshly, before whispering in your ear.

"You can't run from me y/n you are our jounalist after all what would I do without you! Shishishi"

He laughed loudly squeezing your waist hugging you from behind burrowing his head into your neck happily.

You tried to look to the better side of things.

Now that he has you he won't mess with you that often so you think.

Now that he's gotten a taste of his longed for cravings, he's become addicted to your very existence, and he'll be glued to your hip no matter how much you try to hide!!

Goodluck trying to avoid him now❤️

no one told me funimation brook sounds gay as hell

Psst, Law has a very cute surprise for you~

Nudes - Part 1

Summary: Their favorite nude photo of you.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // nudes (obv), oral sex, light food play with Luffy, unprotected sex with Daddy Zoro, and light cum play with Ace

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Luffy: 

Your naked body with whipped cream is Luffy’s wet dream boat, and the best gift he ever received was a pair of photographs featuring just that. In one of them, you posed with the sweet white substance smeared across your naked chest, all messy and in desperate need of being licked up. And the second, you had a neat trail of it in the shape of a heart just above your naked cunt, ripe for the taking. Needless to say, you had to recreate this little photoshoot with Luffy as soon as he laid eyes on the photographs. 

Zoro: 

He’s an ass man who’s obsessed with creampies, and his absolute favorite snapshot of you is from behind, your pussy flushed and swollen from him pounding into it, his cum dripping out of your little hole, and that pink, heart-shaped plug in your ass. The sight of it makes him salivate, and he usually ends up clutching his cock because the throbbing is actually painful. He’s gotten into many a bar fight after having one too many and pulling it out to stare longingly, only for some creep to gawk over his shoulder at your perfect ass and pussy. 

Sanji: 

You feigned illness one day and waited for the crew to leave you alone aboard the ship before sneaking into the kitchen in your bathrobe and swapping it for Sanji’s apron, snapping a few pictures of yourself wearing it with nothing underneath. One, in particular, turned out quite well, with your tits popping out the top and your hand pulling the bottom half to the side to reveal your naked little slit. That’s the one Sanji keeps in the back of his wallet. 

Ace: 

It’s horrible, really. It’s disgusting. But when he’s away from you, there’s nothing that brings him more pleasure than that photograph he took of you naked on a beach somewhere, his hat on your head and sand in your hair, his cum on your pretty face while you smile up at him and laugh, his hand tilting your chin up. It’s not just how sexy it is, though. You just look so happy, so pretty, and so very his. The photograph serves as a reminder of how much you smile, how happy you get, when he fucks you, and it always leaves him grinning like a fool. 

Sabo: 

He was sitting sprawled on the small sofa in his bedroom, and you were kneeling between his knees, his pretty cock in your hands, your tongue on the head. He had one of his hands tangled in your hair, the other holding the camera. He’d been away for two whole months, and the two of you hadn’t left his room for three full days and nights. It was day two when he took that picture, fresh out of the shower. He’d never seen so many hickies on your skin, had not known just how long the two of you could go until then, and he was determined not to forget. 

Law: 

Law’s a simple man- kinky, but simple. When he found a photograph tucked into his hoodie one day, he didn’t realize what it was at first. There wasn’t a face, just a body, but after a second, he recognized that body. And he recognized the loose t-shirt covering it, sliding off one shoulder and breast, revealing a single pert nipple, a hickey beside it. And the way the hem rode up, he could see you weren’t wearing any panties, though he couldn’t see between your legs with his pillow stuffed between them. The love note scribbled on the back begging him to come home safe only cemented it as one of his most prized possessions. 

Kid: 

He has a couple on the wall in his workshop where anyone could see, though nobody but you, he, and Killer really go in there. By far his favorite one, though, is the first one he ever took, before he even pierced your nipples, before you had even decided to stay on his crew. You were naked on the deck of the Victoria Punk, not posing in a particularly scandalous way, just staring up at the moon while Kid documented your nudity for his own selfish desires. He’d pinned you to the deck and fucked you for the first time after that, and he had a little keepsake from it. 

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Every time Zoro slides into you it feels like the first time all over again. His breath catches as he tightness of your heat squeezing around him with a fierceness that steals the tension from his muscles. His eye slips shut, lips parting around a quiet curse as his head tilts back, surrendering to the sensation. 

Each time with you is a gift, one he doesn't take for granted, but one he takes his time with. Your walls grip him like it's home, and he treats you always as if he may never return. 

Wide hands trail along your skin as he sheaths himself fully within your welcoming warmth. Each tender touch is silent praise, and your breathless cries are the liturgy he yearns to hear. Zoro drinks in the exquisite spectacle of your face as it mirrors the bliss you feel, your body swaying and trembling in the timeless rhythm of passion. 

With the keen eye of a master swordsman, he studies your every response, committing each one to memory as a poet would a sonnet - a key to unlocking the enigmatic workings of your spirit and the boundless depths of your devotion.

And when he begins to thrust, it's with a painstaking, almost worshipful slowness that belies the ferocity of his desire. Each measured stroke is a deliberate claiming, a silent affirmation of the inalienable bond that ties your bodies and souls. 

His hands, those battle-hardened instruments of war, now serve a far nobler purpose as they map the contours of your form with a reverence bordering on fervor. They grasp and squeeze, kneading your pliant flesh as if to forge it into the very essence of his being, to merge your curves with the hard angles of his own body until you are inseparable. Yet it never feels like it's enough.

You cry out and grasp him toward you, your limbs tangling around his back and forcing your lips to his in a kiss that he eagerly reciprocates. It starts slow, a lock spewing wordless sentiment, but when it turns to all tongue and teeth, the lock splits. 

Zoro’s pace begins to quicken and he hungrily devours your wails of approval. His arms bare you tightly against him, and as the kiss breaks he nestles his head into your shoulder, ensuring that the sounds of your intoxicating euphoria echo right into his ear.

His eye burns with a wild hunger when your legs wrap around his waist, splaying you open and exposed beneath him. The raw vulnerability in your cries, shimmering with unshed tears of pleasure, ignites that all familiar raw want within him.

You whine his name, a sound etched in longing and so authentically genuine that, with herculean effort, Zoro has to summon every ounce of his restraint. His jaw clenches as he fights to maintain the rhythm, to hold back the tidal wave of rapture that threatens against him from within. You are the priority, the main act, and he means to give your finale. 

His cock twitches with wild abandon, each throb harmonious with the desperate clench of your walls around him, the frequency escalating with every forceful surge of his hips. He can feel the inferno building within you, your body tensing like the string of a bow pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.

Zoro thinks you're exquisitely, heartachingly beautiful when you cum, always pulling back to see the sight of you giving in. Your brows furrow, your eyes close, and his name gets thrown in between the high.  And though his hips drill into you, his hand comes to rest upon your cheek, easing you through the ecstasy with as much tenderness as he can give through his own hedonistic hubris. 

The leftover pulses of pleasure that flutter around his cock tip him over the edge, and with a series of deep, guttural groans that emanate from the very depths of his being, he surrenders to the pull of his own release. Zoro's grip on your body tightens, hips jerking and twitching erratically, each buck coinciding with the bulk of his spend filling you up.

It takes a moment for him to roll off of you, bending his head to lovingly kiss upward from the valley of your breasts to your lips before tugging you effortlessly over him, where the only thing he wants is your continued proximity. 

He murmurs something against your temple and you whisper something into his chest, the result of which brings his arms to wrap around you once more, and holds you tightly, possessively, as if he means to merge your very souls in this moment until your shared breaths of exhaust even out into a welcoming, sated rest.