Self Restraint
Self Restraint
summary: Zoro’s grown a bit too content in his life after beginning to date you… too lazy. After finding an interesting magazine, he finds the perfect way to train himself in self restraint… with your help.
cw: f!reader, established relationship, edging, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, uhhh nsfw if you couldn’t tell
a/n: if the tense keeps changing, no it doesnt
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Zoro prided himself on being a man with little to no wants or needs. If he had food, a place to sleep, and of course, his swords, he could survive anyone and anything.
And then you came along and trampled his holy trinity into the ground beneath your pretty little shoe. As he spent more time with you, he found that he was *wanting*. Wanted to see your face. Wanted to hear your voice. Wanted to feel your body.
It’s only got worse when you had reciprocated his feelings on that fateful night on the Thousand Sunny. That night when he cradled you so close, his breath mingling with yours and those sweet, sweet, lips of yours crying his name.
That’s when those wants turned to needs. The gates of heaven had opened to him and he didn’t have it in himself to turn away.
He was becoming selfish, taking and taking and taking simply because he enjoyed it.
He found himself in your room when he could be training. Whispering sweet praises into your ears when he should have been meditating.
Roronoa Zoro was growing lazy and he didn’t like it one bit. His self control was slipping and it was all your fault. But he had absolutely no clue how to fix the mess he’d gotten himself into.
The idea only struck him when he had found himself rummaging through Sanji’s locker, in search of the sword polish he had been so sure that asshole had taken. In his search he accidentally stumbled upon a *certain* kind of magazine, certainly not the one delivered by the News Coo. The swordsman could only assume where the perv had gotten it from. Zoro shoved the magazine back where he found it… but not before ripping a page out and shoving it in his pocket.
It was about mid afternoon when Zoro stalked into your shared quarters and stripped until he was as naked as the day he was born. He cast his clothes to the floor and stared at you a scowl on his lips, as if expecting something. “Hey,” Zoro huffed, “Hey woman.”
You were reading, or maybe writing, Zoro was a bit too preoccupied to tell. His mind was thinking of the best way to propose the ludicrous idea that had been swimming in his head the past few nights.
You lazily glance up at Zoro, giving his toned body a quick once over, before turning back to your papers. “Mhm… you look very strong.” You hummed placatingly with a firm nod. You had seen Zoro naked enough times by now to no longer be fazed… too much. You’d grown use to him coming into your room and taking off his shirt, waiting for you to compliment his physique, or ask him how he had trained that day. It was a bit prideful, but you’d come to find it endearing, and frankly flattering that he wanted to hear praise from you. Many said that he was blunt it was a trait you loved about him-
“Tch. I need you to jerk me off.” The swordsman made a vague motion with his hand before stooping down to dig around in his pockets before producing a paper, it’s torn and crumpled. Zoro thrust it out awkwardly, waving it around as he waited for you to take it.
Now *that* caught your attention. You blink once, then twice. You drop your book and look at him with raised eyebrows. Your boyfriend wasn’t one to blush, he was no prude, and he knows what he wants, but your eyes land on his ears, where the tips are just the slightest bit pink. Cute. Crawling towards the end of the bed and snatching the waving paper from his hand, your lip twitches in amusement.
In big red letter it reads, ‘Train Your Pup’ and below it is a pornographic photo of a man and woman on a bed, the man with tears in his eyes as the woman had her hand wrapped around his almost inhumanly large cock. The man had obviously cum multiple times, his entire body flushed as the woman sat behind him, her chin resting on his shoulder while her pretty manicured nails grasp the man’s flushed and abused length. You weren’t one to judge, but this picture was rather extreme; nipple clamps, handcuffs… and was that a whip in the corner?
You try to stifle your laughter as you look back up to Zoro, his expression entirely serious as he nodded his head to you. “I won’t cum.” He says firmly, his hands balled into fists, “But you need to try your best to make me.”
“…Edging.” You supplied.
“Sure.” Zoro snatched the paper from your hands and pointed at the man, “And I won’t cry like this fool either. If I ever cry during sex or otherwise, I want you to stab me through the heart.”
You blink up at him, what was this about, and how did he find an erotic magazine. He wouldn’t…
“You’re not Sanji right? Did you guys switch bodies or something?”
Zoro’s face sours as if he had just sucked on a lemon and you wave a hand at him, “Sorry, forget I asked. This just isn’t very… I don’t know… you.”
“It’s training, woman.” Zoro crumples the page into a ball and tosses it into a random corner. “You’ve made me lazy and content, this is your fault.”
You were completely and utterly confused, but if this was what Zoro wants… you weren’t going to deny him.
—
That’s how you end up with your back against the headboard with Zoro practically in your lap. Your legs resting on top of his as if to keep his thighs parted. You try to replicate the position of the woman in the photo, but Zoros’ shoulders are a bit too broad and he has to slump slightly to let you see what you’re doing.
He’s only half hard and your hand absentmindedly strokes up and down to get him fully erect. It was training after all, Zoro wasn’t exactly preoccupied with sex. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, looking at his face in an attempt to get a glimpse of what he’s thinking. But he simply watches your hand, as if mesmerized by the way your thumb slides against his tip, making his breath catch just slightly. Your hand looks small compared to his cock, your thumb and middle finger just barely able to wrap around his base.
Zoro loved watching your hand work, the way your hand would slide down to cup his balls while the other eased precum out of his steadily throbbing cock. He blinked and suddenly he was fully erect, his tip brushing against his abdomen. Damn, that was fast.
“We should think of a safe word.” Your words lull against Zoro’s ear and he is paying just enough attention to furrow his brow in confusion.
“Hell’s that?” He gruffs, shifting his hips and parting his thighs more to give you better access, your nails run along Zoro’s length and he clicks his tongue.
“You’re dense, y’know that? It’s for if it becomes too much, you say the word and I stop.”
“I won’t need that. I’ve grown lazy but I still have some self control.”
“Zoro.”
“Seriously, woman, I don’t need it.”
“Zoro.”
“Gah, fine.” Zoro’s face turns into an annoyed scowl, you had pulled your hand away when he had begun to argue with you and he didn’t like it. His thighs twitched. “Pick a word then, I don’t care.”
“Bumblebee.” Zoro can feel your amused smile against his back and he groans quietly, muttering about how stupid this was it is and how he didn’t need a damn safe word.
As you begin to stroke Zoro’s cock at a relatively controlled pace, your hand starting at the base before sliding up with a loud *schlick*, you’d spend a few moments taking care of his tip before grasping firmly and tugging back down.
Zoro grits his teeth and looks to the ceiling, his fingers twitching. “Today, we’ll only do 40 minutes-“
Your hand pauses and you pull back slightly, “40 minutes? You’re joking, my wrist will get tired.”
“Then use your mouth.”
—
Zoro tries to meditate at first, keep the feeling of pleasure at bay. But he wasn’t used to trying to deny an orgasm before. For Zoro, an orgasm wasn’t a prolonged event, he would spend a few minutes feeling fucking great and then he would move on with his life. Before you, self pleasure was nothing but merely rubbing a quick one out in the shower, or lying in bed and tugging at his cock as if trying to rip it off. And once he met you, not much changed, except for the fact that he had someone to picture when he would touch himself.
Zoro found that he cared much more for your pleasure, the feeling of himself orgasming was simply an added bonus.
Of course, Zoro liked fucking. He loved it, really. The way it felt, the intimacy, the control. But what he liked even more was *you* being fucked.
Zoro felt much better about himself when he was making you twitch and gasp as his tongue swirled your clit. His dick never felt better than when you were begging him to fuck you with it. His voice never sounded more attractive than when he was whispering soft praises in your ears. It almost felt like a sin to prioritize his pleasure over your own.
On the rare occasion that Zoro would let you suck him off, he enjoyed it, sure, but he’d much rather have you ride his face. He didn’t like the idea of him being the only one being pleasured, it made him feel almost… humiliated. Despite how much you would reassure him that making him feel good made you feel good, it always left a strange feeling in his stomach.
So yeah… this was a new experience for him to simply sit there… and take it. Is this how you always felt when he takes care of you?
His abdomen spasms as your hand speeds up and he curses quietly, torn from his thoughts. “Other hand… use it…” He pants softly, his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh as he licks his lips.
Zoro shuts his eyes again, steadying his breath as your hands work skillfully. He runs through the steps of how to clean a sword. He imagines training with his sword. Imagines the basics of wielding a sword.
Swing, step through.
Swing, step through.
Swing, step-
Fuck, you smell good.
Your lips latch onto his neck and startles him from the half meditative state he had managed to pull himself into. Zoro grunts, his hips bucking and his lips pursing.
His cock aches, he’s close.
Soft grunts and huffs spill past his lips and he slips a hand behind himself, wedging his fingers between your navel and his back. He shimmy’s his digits past your shorts and tugs on the hood of your clit. But instead of stimulating the small bud as you were expecting, he pushes past and slides his finger along your slit. He listens to the soft keen that escapes your lips and he nearly cums right then and there. He jerks against your hold, sitting up straighter as that soft sound of pleasure echos in his mind. He tugs his hand out of your shorts as if he had been burned, his fingers were soaked, just from that one swipe.
He thought that maybe he could finger you in an attempt to distract himself. Usually he could go hours just from simply playing with your pussy, watching it weep and tense with the smallest movement of his finger. It was almost therapeutic for him to sit you down in his lap after a long training session and toy with your pretty puffy pussy until you yelled at him, your face as pink as your folds as you berated him for teasing you.
But toying with you would decidedly not work in his favor today, he was already sensitive enough, and even the memory of your flushed face made his eyes widen in panic as he realized he was about to cum.
He tugs his hand out of your shorts as if he had been burned, his fingers were soaked, just from that one swipe. He glances at you from over his shoulder and groans at the sight of your sheepish smile.
Fuck, you were so wet.
Fuck… he wants to cum.
But training…
Zoro suddenly jerks and swats at your thigh, surely leaving a red mark, “Hey- shit… Hey!” He barks and you seem to get the message, your hands slowing to a stop, only your thumb stroking back and forth.
The pirate hunter furrowed his brow as the feeling of his orgasm withdrew. It felt… frustrating. And he felt angry.
Raking a hand through his wet hair- when had he grown so sweaty?- and taking a few steadying breaths. He nodded at you, “Alright… go again.”
You seem to hesitate for a moment, “Remember the safe word?” You gain a sour look in response.
Your hands begin their pace again, your soft skin working up and down his throbbing cock. The room is filled with wet *shlicks* and muffled grunts and groans escaping from Zoro’s lips.
This time, it felt as though the orgasm came on faster, trying to take him by surprise. Zoro doesn’t even recognize he’s about to cum at first, but you do. Because you’ve always paid close attention to him.
Your hands slow, but just barely, “Zoro… hey, focus.” You encourage softly. Sure, you didn’t quite understand why this supposed ‘training’ was so necessary. But if it was important to Zoro, then it was important to you.
Zoro grits his teeth, one hand fisting the mattress while the other grabs at your thigh, his large fingers digging and massaging as his hips bucking up against you. He hisses, his eyes squeezed tight.
Swing, step through
Swing, step through
swing,stepthroughswing,stepthroughswing,stepthrough
His body shudders and he peers his eyes open, forcing his vision to focus until they landed on the stupid black cat clock that you loved so much. The tail waving back and forth, as if taunting him.
Zoro stares at the numbers and blinks.
And blinks again.
And maybe he even blinked a third time
It’d only been 12 minutes.
12 goddamn minutes that had stretched into an eternity yet compressed into no time at all.
40 minutes… perhaps Zoro was a bit overconfident.
“That clock’s not right…” Zoro accuses, his breath ragged and a shuddering groan escaping his lips.
“Hm? Yes it is.”
“Oh, fuck me…”
—
It was minute 23 when the world renowned pirate hunter, master of the three sword style, right hand man of the straw hat pirates, Roronoa Zoro broke.
Well… in his eyes, and maybe yours too.
It was minute 17 when he had his first orgasm, there was quite a lot of cum, more than normal for him. His entire body had felt as though it were alight as you whispered soft words in his ears. Zoro had no fucking clue what you said to him.
Roronoa Zoro had failed, but perhaps he could still salvage this. When you moved to pull away, he grit his teeth and shook his head. He didn’t trust himself to speak,
but he needed you to keep going. He failed a rep but he would still finish this damn workout.
Since then he’s been a mess, his body shiny with sweat. His muscles jumping from the barest brush of your arm. Zoro’s cock aches, a dull throb that echoed through his body with each movement of your hand.
You were also growing bolder. You seemed to like seeing Zoro like this. Evil woman.
“You look like a watermelon, Zoro.” You giggle, nibbling on his blushing ear and making a hot spurge of cum erupt from Zoro’s flushed cock. Damn, he really was no better than the man from the magazine.
You press a kiss to his flushed cheek, you don’t think you’ve ever seen your boyfriend as flushed as he is right now. You press your temple to his green locks, your hand is covered, and the sheets are ruined.
“God- Fuckin-“ Zoro’s hips buck so aggressively that he nearly sends you tumbling off the bed.
Your hand subconsciously tightens around his shaft as you steady yourself. And you hear a sound that you don’t think has ever escaped your boyfriend’s lips before.
A quiet, shuddering whine.
He pauses, and you pause as well. He slowly looks over his shoulder and give you an unamused look, but it doesn’t quite give the intended effect with his flushed, sweaty face and the drool that had begun to collect at the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t even- mph…” Zoro is cut off as he catches that evil glint in your eyes right before you begin to stroke him once again… hard. Your hand feels as though it’s choking his cock, cum collecting on your fingers and dribbling down your wrist. You move at a pace that shouldn’t be allowed and Zoro feels as though he’s transcended heaven into a realm where he couldn’t tell if he was feeling pleasure or pain.
You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen Zoro so vocal. But you find it’s one of the best things you’ve ever seen or heard. Sounds escape his lips that sound straight out of a porno.
Zoro never strayed from grunts and groans when he had sex, you were blessed with the occasional moan or shuddering breath every once in a while. But never before had you heard these… whines and whimpers.
He bucks and groans beneath your diligent hand. His eyes rolling back and his bottom lip ground down to raw flesh.
You glance at the clock, only a few minutes left. You almost feel bad for the guy, the way his entire body twitches as thin, watery cum dribbles down his cock to join the puddle on his stomach.
“Only three more minutes, Zoro, you’re doing so good, yeah?” You try to encourage him, but the sound of your voice seems to make his sounds of pleasure louder.
“Fuck… y/n… stop talking… you’re gonna make me-“
Zoro’s head lolls to the side to look at you and his face softens at the sight of your encouraging smile. His mouth that had been twisted into a sneer slowly relaxed and he caught your lips. His mouth was clumsy, his mind in some far off place, but you didn’t mind. If anything, it made your heart beat faster.
—
“Should I make you cum one more time or-“
“Fuck no.” Zoro hisses as your hand pulls away from his red, twitching cock. He glares down at his twitching thighs and clicks his tongue, trying to get his breathing under control. His body was nothing but a damn traitor.
You giggle, Zoro slumps back against you and can feel your back digging into the headboard. Zoro peers up at you between squinted eyes, his lips shiny with his saliva. He narrows his gaze, “That was humiliating.”
“You asked for it. And I told you that forty minutes is insane.” You rest your hands on your thighs, leaning forward to hover over Zoro, your stupid, pretty, grin filling his vision.
“I need to train this. We need to do it again… tomorrow.”
You stare at Zoro’s completely serious face,
not a hint of teasing, but then your eyes slide to his ears that have somehow grown a shade darker, “Nuh uh… you liked it, didn’t you?”
Zoro glares at you but doesn’t argue, and you huff out a laugh. Zoro would never lie to you. The swordsman groans and twists in your lap until he’s lying on his stomach, he shimmy’s down until he’s able to rest his chin on your thigh. A soft, content hum escapes his lips. Zoro grins at the sight of you licking your lips and the way your breath shudders.
You know what? He deserves a reward for training so hard today.
“You’re still wet, yeah? Wanna say thank you.”
~
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head-on (luffy + touch)
monkey d. luffy x reader
from your first meeting to falling in love
part of my 5 senses collection
0.9k words
a/n: i always think luffy is kind of hard to write for, but he's such a sweetheart that it always ends up a little easier than i think it's going to be ugh what a cutie fr
the first time you come into contact with luffy, you quite literally run into him.
oof! a force that knocks you to the ground, and you're so dazed that you can only goggle at your perpetrator. a worn straw hat, a scar under the eye, a kind and mischievous gaze, and an extended hand like a sheepish apology.
"sorry about that," he offers you a smile and you can't help but smile back as you take his hand. his skin feels rough against yours and his grip is strong as he pulls you up.
"sorry," he says again. "i guess i should look where i'm going."
you finally find your bearings again, "no, it's okay. i could've been more careful too."
you give him what you hope is a reassuring look, and it looks like it's a success because the boy visibly relaxes. he extends his hand once more — only this time, it's with confidence and surety like he's done this so many times before.
"i'm luffy," he grins. "future king of the pirates."
+
every touch afterwards feels smaller in comparison to your initial run-in, but they feel like steps towards something — something bigger than you've ever known.
a poke to your arm, "y/n! lighten up, you're gonna get wrinkles from all that frowning!"
a bump of your shoulder against his, "no, but i swear i saw something moving in the water! y/n, did you see it too?"
knees touching, arms brushing past each other as he reaches into your bowl, "here, you have to try some of this pork chop — i betcha never had anything as good as sanji's cooking."
the feel of his warmth always lingers on your skin, and you assume it's unintentional; it has to be. surely, luffy is this friendly with everyone he meets. he's not like you, with your heart racing slightly and lips turned up in a small smile whenever he's near.
but your crush leaves you so far in your thoughts that you miss the signs that luffy might be just like you.
you don't notice his hand touching yours for just a moment longer, how he chooses to sit beside you at every meal, or that the space between you two gets smaller and smaller as the night goes on.
you don't notice, but luffy wishes you did.
+
"luffy, are you sure this is the way back?"
you step over a fallen log, pretty sure that you didn't see that hollow tree on your way to the well. nothing looks familiar, but then again, it is getting dark.
luffy's back stays within your view, his straw hat bouncing against his back, "yeah, it could be this way."
"could be?" you repeat. "so you don't know where we're going?"
he looks back with a cheeky grin, "what do you mean? we're headed towards an adventure, you didn't know?"
luffy looks so carefree, excited just to be exploring this island that any doubts you had dissipate right then and there. if he's having fun, then what does it matter if you take the long way back? little do you know that his excitement comes from exploring with you.
he knows that you don't even realize that he feels the same way you feel about him. you don't know how wonderful you are, how much he treasures the time you spend together. you're so unaware of the way you seem to glow against a backdrop of twilight blue; you're dazzling.
his heart skips when you smile back at him, "alright, let's go on adventure then. better make it quick though — it's getting dark."
"right, don't go getting lost on me now."
before you can protest, luffy grabs your hand. you marvel in how safe you feel with your hand at his; his touch always seems to set your heart at ease.
it's silly that you used to think his hands felt rough when they always hold you so softly. in your head, you like to think that it's because you could be special to him.
it's not the first time you've held hands, but when he gives you a light squeeze, instinct propels you to look up at him. surprised, you realize that he's looking at you with a tender look that you've never seen before.
in that moment, something clicks. has luffy always looked at you like this?
he gives you a small smile, and your heart gives a jolt of hope. before you can change your mind, you lace your fingers between his. if he's surprised by your boldness, he doesn't show it.
gently, luffy folds his fingers over yours and tugs you a little closer to him. with a ridiculously content look, he grins.
"about time."
+
"i think i'm in love with you."
those words still taste sweet on his tongue as luffy hugs you closer to him. he hooks his chin over your shoulder and you lean into him, the closest you've ever been.
somewhere behind you is the faint sound of sanji and zoro bickering, franky singing along with brook, and nami yelling at someone, but it falls on your deaf ears. all you hear is the lingering sound of luffy's confession and the soft rhythm of the waves.
you think back to the first time you met luffy, crashing into each other, and how it set the tone of your relationship from the get-go. no matter how careful you could've been, you and luffy were inevitable.
you look out at the horizon in front of you, the feeling of his lips gently kissing your cheek. this is what love is, you're sure of it.
and with the ocean as your witness, you fall head first into a future with a strawhat pirate captain.
"me too, i love you."
You’re All Mine.
Yandere!Luffy x Female Reader.
Luffy’s ver. Zoro’s ver. Sanji’s ver.
Contains: Writing is somewhat in a headcanon style?? Yandere!Luffy. Obsessive and loving Yandere Luffy. Obsession. Luffy’s rough in this one. Luffy’s a bit insane y’all- and I’m here for it. Luffy and Reader are dating. Reader felt something off about Luffy. Luffy fucks the thoughts out of Reader. Rough fucking. Tummy bulge. Multiple rounds and multiple positions. Slight overstimulation. Sit back n’ relax, this one’s long. And a bit hardcore too.
There’s some dub-con in this.
Gray.
The color of gray was all he could see.
There was no such thing as colors anymore when his brother Portgas D. Ace had died. He was lonely, the feeling of darkness brewed within his heart and soul as he had to sit and deal with the reality that his brother was dead. It’s still burned deep into his mind if not his memories.
He still has nightmares about the entire encounter, like a scene being replayed from a movie for hours. It was hard to sleep and it was hard to cope with the reality of his brother being dead. Yes, he had his crew and Jinbe helped him realize that. But his crew couldn’t restore these beautiful colors that he once saw back when Ace was alive.
It hurt him. And yet he had to suck it up and continue with life like he didn’t lose someone so important to himself.
He may have had his crew, but not even his own crew could restore him back to his normal self they didn’t even they know about.
Until he had met you.
You were a bundle of sunshine that shined all the darkness away in his heart and soul. He was just…ecstatic. He could see all of the colors again and once he did, he saw all of your beautiful colors first. It was so exhilarating, seeing a woman suddenly change his perception of color made him think that you were now someone he had to have.
You changed him and now he had to keep you all for himself, and for himself only. He managed to win your heart after finally building up a relationship with you, and didn’t take long for you both to start getting closer and more touchy with each other.
***
“M-Mmh~ Luffy~” You moan out to him, a soft gasp leaving your lips as his hand presses up against your back. Luffy stares up at you with half-lidded eyes as you softly rode him, his cock kissing your sweet spot so lovingly as your hips bounced along his cock.
He smiles softly as he pulls you closer into against, his chapped lips pressing a loving kiss against your soft glossy ones. “Shh~ I know it feels good baby~ Ya don’ wanna wake anyone up, do ya?” He asked, pressing his finger over your lips. You wrap your arms around him and press a loving kiss against his neck, causing him to groan out in pleasure.
It was like heaven. You were sweet and sugary yet so tight and warm inside. Your touches and words were more affectionate than anything he’s heard or felt in his life. Having such an angel like you around made him feel like it was just you and him.
***
Only you could change his heart and only you could make him as happy as he was when Ace was still around. And that’s why he had to keep you within his grasp at all costs.
“Baby…Ya wouldn’t leave me…right?” He would ask occasionally, his stare blank if not creepy towards you. “Of course not Luffy, you know I love you too much to do so.” You’d always say to him, pressing a loving kiss to his temple while your hands would cradle his head. As long as you said so, he’ll believe it unless if you sound unsure.
Though he began to notice your behavior change slightly.
You strayed further away from him, as if he had done something wrong to you or made you uncomfortable. Whenever he’d ask you what’s wrong, you’d just shrug it off and say that you’re fine. He wasn’t that stupid to catch on to how you felt. He knew that you were lying and he wanted to confront you about it before you tried to make any move.
“Oi baby, wanna ask ya somethin’” He turns over to you as you sat there across from him, your eyes deep into the book you were reading. You peer up at him before turning back to your book not bothering to answer him. His brows furrowed as he crawls closer to you before he presses his fingers against your book. He pushes it down from your view, his eyes dark as he stared into your soul.
You felt something off with the atmosphere but endured at as Luffy stares at you. He presses a hand to your cheek, his hand tilting your head to look up at him.
His frame looms over yours, his gaze growing darker as he stared deep into your soul. “Why’re ya avoidin’ me?” He asked lowly, his eyes piercing into your soul. You jolt from his question and your eyes look away from him out of nervousness. “Look at me.” He says firmly, his hand gripping your chin. Your eyes slowly roll back up to him and he moves in closer to you.
“Answer me. Why’re ya avoidin’ me for? Did I do somethin’ wrong?” He asks, now getting a bit irritated that he wasn’t snatching an answer from you. You don’t answer him and it pisses him off a bit more. He huffs heavily before cupping your face with both of his hands tightly. “Tell me. Tell me. What is it that’s makin’ ya act like this?” He asks, a glint of red flashing within his eyes.
“L-Luffy” You tremble and melt against his rough hands, still a bit nervous to say anything to him. Luffy sighs heavily knowing that this wasn’t going to get him or you anywhere. “Fine. If that’s how ya feel…I’ll force ya t’answer me.” He grits before trailing down to your cunt.
“L-Luffy- Luffy wait-“
“Ya didn’t answer me. So I’ll make ya.”
Luffy’s yanks your pajama pants off before hands trails down to your cunt, his thick and rough fingers tearing your panties off of you. You let out a soft moan as you feel his tongue trail up against your folds, his hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you in place. You let out a shaky moan as he laps up your juices, a little groan leaving him as he suckles at your clit.
“L-Luffy~ M-Mmgh~” You throw your head back as you feel him slide his tongue along your entrance. He slowly moves his lips from your cunt, a groan leaving him as he sits up. He exhales heavily as he pulls his joggers down, revealing his hard cock to you. He smirks, now getting a bit excited because of you and your sweet moans.
“If ya wanna play tag, I’ll catch ya before ya can run~” He says, a heavy groan leaving him as he slides his hard cock along your folds. “Ya feel that?~ Ya feel how fuckin’ hard m’dick is against ya?” He whispers to you, his grin growing more maniacal as he stared at you.
You shivered against him, your cunt craving for his cock as it clenched around nothing. “M-Mhmm…” You reluctantly answer, your hands pressing against his shoulders as he pulls you up onto his lap. “Ahh~ Ya can answer that but can’t answer m’other question? M’lil baby misses me from avoidin’ me s’much huh?” He teased you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You give him a sorrowful look before pressing a kiss to his lips.
“M-M’sorry Luffy…I-I just…I dunno…Maybe a feeling..?” You say to him, unsure at to why you’ve felt the way you did. Luffy chuckles before pressing his face into your neck. “I wouldn’t hurt ya baby…were ya just scared?” He asked, his chapped lips pressing soft smooches against your skin. “M-Mhmm~” You gasp out softly, your arms wrapping tightly around his body.
Slowly lifting your hips, he pulls you onto his cock and a sudden moan spills from your lips. He pulls you farther onto his cock, a heavy groan leaving him as his cock shoves against your cervix. A slight bulge appears in your lower tummy and you moan out loudly as he slowly begins to move your hips. “A-Ahh~ L-Luffy!~” You moan out as his continues to raise and lower your hips onto his cock, a heavy gasp leaving him as he fucks up into your sweet cunt.
“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah baby~” He exhales shakily, his hand gripping your shirt tightly as he fucks up into you. The sight of the bulge disappearing and reappearing with every thrust only turned him on even more. “Lookat that~ My cock’s givin’ ya a lil’ bulge right there~” Luffy chuckles, his hand pressing up against it.
You moan out and grip his shoulders tightly, a heavy whine leaving your lips. “L-Luffyyyy~” You moan out shakily to him. He smiles widely to you, enjoying the sight of seeing you crumble on his cock. He enjoyed it, he enjoyed it so much. Seeing you fall apart on his dick was the thing he loved seeing most from you alongside your affection.
He pulls you in closer to him, embracing you as you melted on his cock so lovingly. Your breaths and moans were heavy as he fucked you. His hand was still gripping your shirt tightly as while you lay your head against his shoulder, a whiny sigh leaving your lips. “So tight f’me~ Fuck you feel s’good~” He groans out heavily, his cock beginning to twitch inside of you.
“A-Ah~ L-Luffy~ I-I’m close!~” You moan out, burying your face deep into his neck, your hands gripping his shirt tightly. Luffy’s grin stays plastered along his face as your walls twitches, your cunt fluttering around his cock. He chuckles before he lays your body down against the soft bedding below.
He presses his warm chapped lips against yours while you tremble under him, his strong hands pressed hard against your soft thighs. “Go on an’ cum baby, I ain’t stoppin’ ya from doing it. That’s what I want ya t’do.” He groans, his thrusts growing more faster and shallow. You whine out as you melt into a mess against his body, your breathing growing so heavy as you felt yourself ready to burst.
“Ah! Mmgh! L-Luffy! Luffy!~” You held on Luffy tightly as you squirt out into his lower abdomen, a heavy whine leaving your lips as your legs trembled in his hands. He stares at you in awe as he watches you recover from your orgasm.
Pushing you onto your side, he sits up before he begins thrusting into you, eager to continue fucking you. You deserved it, after about a week of avoiding him it’s what you and him needed. “W-Wait- L-Luffy I haven’t r-recovered yet-“ You gasp out to him, your eyes glancing down to him. Luffy only smiles to you before he continues, disregarding your words and a bit more worried about his own orgasm.
You moan around before wrapping your legs tightly around his hips, your body unsure on whether it wanted more or less of Luffy. Luffy lets out a heavy groan as he pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder, his hand pressing on both sides of your body before he begins to move.
You moan out as he hits your g-spot, his hips thrusting far against yours as he tried to go deep inside of you. “Ya look s’cute like that~ Such a messy gal under me~” He gasps out to you before he throws his head back. He feels your cunt clench around him from his words and he lets out a heavy groan.
You were a whining mess under him, your hands clenched the thick quilt on the bed as he rutted deep into you like a feral animal. Luffy’s eyes starts to roll back and he begins to see stars as he grew a little more whiny. A bit of drool begins to fall from his lips as he felt himself growing closer to cumming.
Gripping your thighs, he pulls your other leg onto his shoulder and puts you into a mating press, making his cock go deeper inside of you. You close your eyes tightly as he fucks onto your cunt so desperately, his knees practically digging into the mattress below you both.
You feel his hand cradle your head while the other had waffled with your hand. “All mine~ Ya all mine y’hear me?~” He huffs, his brows furrowing as he was so close to his orgasm. You let out a little whine while you pulled him closer against you, a few tears now brewing at your eyes. “L-Luffy~ Ah! Luffy!~” You whimper as tears begin to spill down your face, your cunt now getting overstimulated as you felt overwhelmed and full of pleasure.
Luffy stares at you for a moment before smiling a bit maniacally, enjoying the sight of your tears slide down your pretty yet twisted little face. “Aw~ Don’ cry baby~ It’ll only turn me on more~” He says, pressing kisses to your cheeks and slurping your tears away. Your face scrunches up even more as you felt yourself ready to cum again.
“G-Gonna! L-Luffy!” You gasp out once against before you throw your head back, your back arching as you felt yourself squirting on his cock once again. Luffy laughs as he saw you writhe around on him and he finally feels himself ready to cum inside of you.
“Mine~ minemineminemine~ Fuck! You’re all mine!” He groans out as his cock twitches deep inside of you. More tears rolls down your face as Luffy’s thrusts goes at an immaculate pace, your moans turning into full on screams as you continuously kissed your g-spot. “AH!~ L-LUFFY! LUFFYYY!~” You cry out his name even though your voice begins to grow hoarse from all your moaning.
“Oh fuck! Fuck keep tightenin’ ‘round me like that! M’so fucking close to cumming!~” He demands, his arms now wrapping around your body tightly and lovingly. Your cunt obeys and clenches tightly around his length, making him let out a heavy groan.
“Y-YES! FUCK YES!~ FUCK!~” Luffy lets out a heavy whine as he finally cums deep inside of your cunt. His cum coats your walls and you let out a little whimper as you feel his warmth fill you up. He trembled heavily above you before his body fully collapsed onto yours, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. You breathe heavily along with him, trying your best to gain your breath back.
“Hah…O-Oh fuck..That felt so fuckin’ good…” He whispers to you breathlessly. He sits up and looks to you before smiling softly. “Ya all mine, alright? Ya ain’t gonna do that again are ya?” He asked, his hands cupping your tear-soaked face. You shivered against him, your hand rubbing against his before you waffle yours into his.
“Ya can come t’me about anythin’, remember that…’kay…?” He says, his face shifting a bit of seriousness before it softens back up. You nodded and press a loving kiss against his lips. His hands trails up your back as he keeps you deep in his embrace, his cock still buried deep inside of you as you both kissed each other deeply.
Luffy slowly pulls out of you, his cum spilling out of you as a string of it connected from his cock to your aching cunt. He slowly and softly moves your legs from his shoulders and gives you another loving kiss. He couldn’t help but to pull your body close against his while he made out with you, expressing his love for you through his kisses.
“Mmh~ L-Luffy~” You moan through his smooches while his hands pressed along your hips and back. “I love ya~ I love ya so fuckin’ much~” He says breathily through his kisses. He pulls back and yawns heavily, now growing tired after throwing his love onto you.
You keep your arms wrapped around him and he kept his arms wrapped around you, embracing you and happy that you were reminded that you’d be with him forever.
“All mine. Y’ain’t leavin’ me ever.” He whispers to your sleeping figure, a happy smile plastered across his face as he watched you sleeping soundly against his chest.
“Ion care what happens…you’ll be with me forever. Won’t ya ________?”
messy kisser ace is so heavy on the mind
there’s just something intoxicating about having the full attention of a man like ace, like holding the heart of the sun in your hands. making out with him is a full-body experience with the way he puts his whole soul, his whole being, into it, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you so you’re as close as possible.
ace kisses a little too messy, a little too feverish, and it’s entirely because he can’t get over the fact that he gets to kiss you at all. he doesn’t even know he’s doing it until you try to pull away and he chases your lips murmuring, “no come back, sweetheart, please. just a little longer.”
it’s even worse when he’s inside you and losing his mind at how warm and tight and wet you are around him. ace fucks into you with slow rolls of his hips, sucking on your tongue when you’re too cockdrunk and fucked out to kiss him back anymore. he’ll try to be helpful and lick at the drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth but just end up getting you even messier cause he’s lost all his coordination.
he thinks you taste the best when you cum, all salty tears and sweet desperation. you cry his name into his mouth, nails scratching down his back as you shake apart in his arms and ace all but melts into you with how fiercely he burns for you. you pour molten gold into the cracks of his soul and make him whole in a way he never thought possible. not for someone like him.
the kisses turn slow and sticky as you come down from your high and maybe he should pull back now, let you catch your breath but the thought of tearing himself away from you is unbearable when you’re so warm and soft against him. it doesn’t even matter that he hasn’t cum yet. as long as you keep kissing him, he has everything he could ever want.
Monkey D. Luffy Confessing His Love For You Would Include...
Request: Hi! I absolutely loved your Straw Hat Birthday post 💖 genuinely didn't fancy Luffy until I read that and now can't stop thinking about him! I saw you wanted to write another post for him so how about a classic How Would Luffy Confess/Show His Feelings for you? I just know he'd be an absolute clingy weirdo about it 🤩 thank you!!
Awww thank you lovely!! SO glad to be sharing the Luffy love, and you're so right, he would be so clingy!! :)
Imagines always take a lot of planning and time to write, so comments are much much appreciated!!
(I do not own One Piece or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @general-cyno.)
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Look, Luffy HAD to release his feelings for you. Right now. If not for the fact that every time he was in a ten centimetre radius of you his whole body shook with such perfervid vibrations he's nearly left a gaping hole in the deck, Zoro's clenched jaw was dead giveaway that he was ten seconds from lobbing his Captain off the side of the ship.
If he had to hear about it one more time. It was bad enough Mr. Curly Brows finding his way to butt into every conversation: placing down his whisk so he could clasp his hands to his cheek and turn to Luffy with such pulsing hearts catapulting out of his eyes at the mere thought of romance. Even worse was being subjected to Luffy's tireless campaign; the incessant drilling of Luffy in trying to make sure every crewmate knew his every inner, cogitating... sappy thoughts about you was starting to eat into Zoro's much needed nap time.
On second thoughts, hearing solely Luffy talk about romance was far better than hearing both he and the waiter prattle on about it.
Zoro placed his palms over his eyes and tried to block out the way the cook had begun fanning himself with the bottom edge of his apron. 'You need to woo them, Luffy! Make them feel like they're the most stunning person in the whole world- the most important crewmate on this ship!'
Luffy took a break from tearing apart the third plate of roasted beef and fresh bread poor Sanji had spent all afternoon sweating in the kitchen to bake to glance down at the meat quizzically. No - not quizzically, much to Zoro's chagrin. Luffy's eyes widened; his head tilted as he rubbed his fingers together and let his meal clatter back onto the plate, his eyes brightening as if he were burnishing all the world's sunsets between his hands.
He looked yearning.
What Zoro didn't understand - heck, what even Luffy himself didn't understand, was how long this long-held devotion had been balling in the pit of his stomach like gilded butterflies, trying to flutter out through his ever-growing smile. After his dejection at Shank's departure from Dawn Island, you had been the only person left in Luffy's life whom he still felt hope from. The only person, besides the kind Makina, who didn't treat Luffy and his dreams like a whimsical joke.
When you had found him on the shore of the coast that day: his legs shivering as he ignored the chill splash of the tide soaking over his legs, his straw hat hanging sorrowfully over his eyes, you knew immediately that all Luffy needed was a little bit of optimism. A little bit, as you stepped over the shards of splintered wood that you could only make out as the remains of a makeshift mast, of belief. As you folded your legs down on the sand and settled next to your friend and gently took the torn Jolly Roger flag from his clenched hands, that what Luffy really needed was your unwavering devotion.
Little did you know, as Luffy turned with bleary eyes and that - god - that still so tender smile twitching at his lips when he spots you, that he was thinking exactly the same. As you grasped his hand between your own and pointed out to the horizon, promising that one day the two of you would sail away underneath that spot: right there. That one! That little spot: those wavering streaks of shimmering gold that lay like a transcendental passage underneath the orbed sun, you could never have realised that Luffy would only reflect your adoration tenfold.
'Wherever we go, we go together right? You won't leave me?', Luffy has asked, wiping his snotty nose with the back of your intertwined knuckles.
'Of course! I promise, Luffy', you had recoiled with a laugh, wiping it off on his vest.
Luffy's so uncharacteristically still, so silent for a moment, that Zoro's almost tempted to shout for Chopper. 'They are!', he finally shouts, nearly making the table clatter onto its side with how fervidly his knee jolts. For a moment, Luffy looks almost sad as he drops the last piece of beef back onto his plate, but his spine is quick to shoot as straight as an arrow again: his wide grin blooming across his face like roped starlight when he remembers what he had been so busy thinking about mere moments before. And every hour before that. And every single day before that as well. You.
You had always been an integral part of his dream, and now he was beginning to understand why.
'I can't stop thinking about them!', he declares, much to a chuckling Sanji's delight and a groaning Zoro's annoyance. 'They're more beautiful than all of the meat in all of the entire seas!'
Zoro pinches his temples lightly before rubbing his hands down his face and crossing them stoutly over his chest. Sanji's quick to scowl over at him. Leaning back on his stool, the first mate sighs as he watches Luffy whip his head between his two cremates like a puppy whose just been tossed a juicy bone.
'What do I do now!'
'Just... don't... don't say that to them. The beef part. The rest of it's fine.'
Sanji clucks his tongue at the swordsman, desperately trying to hold back a seething retort. Instead, he turns his attention back to his Captain, coming to clean up his plate and reassuringly pat his shoulder at the same time. 'Don't worry, Luffy. You just need to show them that you care! Spend some quality time with them, shower them with gifts, offer them your hand when they're disembarking the ship... ', Sanji's eyes glaze over as he bites his bottom lip, and Zoro tries desperately to restrain himself from picking up the bowl soaking in the sink and dumping it over the moron's head. 'Such beautiful creatures should be treated with the upmost devotion.'
The only problem with Sanji's advice is, that Luffy somehow manages to become a thousand times clingier when he finally realises he's in love.
You'll be minding your own business: trying to eat dinner with your friends when you'll sense something sprightly and warm barrelling towards your side. Before you can even register why Nami's stopped chewing on a chunk of torn bread to wiggle her eyebrows facetiously at you, the jut of Luffy's chin weighs down on your shoulder. You flush, trying not to embarrass yourself in front of your crewmates (and losing your bet with Nami to see whether you or Luffy will cave in first and kiss the other one silly), you pretend to be intently stabbing at your carrots. Definitely not squirming your legs together under the table at the feel of Luffy's jean shorts riding up the edge of your thigh. Definitely not inadvertently hitching your breath as the harsh edge of his knee bumps against your own, his leg resting heavily as he your Captain nearly climbs on top of you. And definitely, definitely not feeling your hands go clammy with the intensity of Luffy's puppy dog eyes fixedly contemplating the faint splatter of blush on the cheek nearly pressed against his nose: as if mapping out the intricacies of your body was the most interesting thing he'd ever done.
'Y/n!', he finally starts, making you jump up. Nami was not impressed when your leg reflexively kicked out and hit her shin, but you Luffy was more than delighted when you slunk it back with an apologetic smile and hit the side of his big toe. Without a second thought, he wrapped his foot around your ankle under the table and nuzzles his forehead against your jaw. 'You've been training so much with Zoro lately, I saved you some of my meat so you can get big and strong like me!'
*Cue the shocked gasps from Usopp and Sanji, the controlled exhale from Zoro as he tilted his head back against the porthole and closed his eyes, and the self-congratulatory smirk from Nami.*
'I also borrowed some cookies from Sanji! They're super chocolatey. I tried a few to make sure that you'd like them!'
'Hey, those weren't for you!', Sanji bites his tongue and flops his tea towel down onto the table, but Luffy's too busy inadvertently ignoring the cook to care. His sole focus is on the sweet delight that blooms across his face at the thoughtful gesture as he fumbles some half-broken cookies out of his pockets.
'Sorry', he murmurs as he places them into your hand. 'I got a bit hungry and ate some of them.'
'On your way from the counter to the bench?', Usopp asks.
'Yeah, what is that? Like, ten steps?', Nami teases, but the words don't even register in Luffy's whirring mind. He's far, far too busy trying to stop his heart from pouring out of his gaping mouth like choking saltwater, he's blubbering so much. His fingers shake as he splits the last cookie from his vest in half and - as gently as he can - prods it against the plumpness of your closed lips. Once you've started chewing, you decide to return the favour; you barely half to lift the other half of the cookie before Luffy's nipping at your fingers like an energetic snapping turtle. When your pointer finger accidentally enters his mouth though, and brushes against that warm velvety spot lining the inside of his bottom lip, he freezes; the faint taste of sugar of toffee melts off your skin and against his tongue, and the usually so assured man forgets, for a second, how to breath.
It's only when your finger pulls back to wipe a few stray crumbs away from his Cupid Bow that Luffy finally springs.
'Y/n, let me get your crumbs too!' He leans forward with crinkled eyes almost closed painfully tight and pursed lips. Whether he was going to kiss or lick the crumbs off your face you'll never know, because at that exact moment Sanji tackles Luffy to the floor before he could get any closer.
Just want to warn you in advance: if you want to sleep alone, you'll have to bribe Nami into keeping watch outside of your room every night. Or you'll have to sneak off and try and stowaway in some old oaken kipper barrel under deck (although the stench is so bad you couldn't sleep anyway, and Luffy went wandering around the pantry for a midnight snack that he lifted the lid and found you anyway.) Because the only preparation you'll get before being launched into your hammock is the pounding of his sandals making the gunwales shake, and the slight pant of his famished breath before your door is kicked open.
'Y/n! I can't sleep! Can I come snuggle with you? Captain's orders!'
You don't mind though, and even if Luffy can be incredibly clingy, if you told him no he would feel sad, but he would always respect your wishes. It would be the worst thing in the world for him to hurt you in any way - seeing you upset feels like his heart is being clawed out of his chest, because in a way it is.
There's barely any time to plop your book down onto the floor and hold your hands out to Luffy before you're flung into the air like a ragdoll, his rubbery arms wrapping five times around your abdomen as if he were growing sunflower roots from his fingers: winding the roots around to kiss your body, rooting his blooms within your skin. Embedded together until you were almost sharing the same breath, Luffy passes out almost immediately; he spends the whole night snoring with his nose squished just under your eye, but you can barely sleep with the way he keeps rubbing butterfly kisses against your cheek every so often. It doesn't help that he keeps whining desperately in his sleep - his already clenching and unclenching fingers leaving their home in your side to claw at your thighs and lift them closer to his bellybutton. His dragging lips left a wet trail against the pulse point as he burrowed himself further against you, only settling again when the heavy weight of his legs squirm in between your own.
One time you were spending the afternoon wandering through the delightful market square of Seahorse Shore: the sweet smell of jasmine blooms woven between sun streamed lattices was matched only by the warm sound of Sanji's friendly chatter as he walked beside you, stopping from time to time to pick up and squeeze a rare fruit.
You froze when you heard something: an echoing pounding, like an elephant stampeding away from a wild hurricane that whipped at its tail, before someone jumped on your back.
You were about to toss the guy head over ass onto the ground, when you heard the delighted shrill of Luffy's frantic voice ringing against the shell of your ear.
'I missed you so much today! Mmmh, you smell so good, like meat and flowers!'
'Luffy, how did you get back here so quickly?? You were at the opposite end of the island!'
'He followed his nose back to you.' Zoro just turned around, deciding to take his chances getting lost down the billion white sun-bleached cobblestone alleyways on this twisty island than to stay watching the two of you be all lovey-dovey for another second. Gosh, by all the seas even Sanji yelped when he you stumbled forward, steadying yourself by wrapping your fingers behind the raised kneecaps Luffy had haphazardly thrown around your hips. The man hugged onto you like a koala bear backpack, because he had been apart from you for... hmm... twenty minutes?
He's always dragging you off for some big, wild adventure, I don't know, there's just something about the two of you sitting under the speckled shade of an orange tree with interlocked arms, a few fireflies beginning to peek their heads out from between the stout leaves, like honey dripping down from bowed boughs as you leaned against each other, watching the sunset. You were here. You had made it. You were free.
And most importantly, you were together.
Luffy lunges for your hand and starts pointing at the grass swaying between your shoes, excitedly telling you about all the bugs and beetles running around the soil (to Luffy, a big part of love is trying to share what you're passionate about with each other.) He does lift up a stag beetle at one point and places it on your hand, but he starts to panic when the insect frantically starts scurrying up your arm. Somehow you end up face down in the dirt with Luffy leaning over your back; the buttons of his Hawaiian shirt sway over your spine as his chest heaves, his lips dangerously close to being only a few centimetres away from landing on your shoulder blade. You would have blushed at the proximity if you weren't too busy picking grass blades out of your hair, and trying to help Luffy's stretchy arms unloop themselves from under your armpits.
When Luffy gets to flop his head back down into your lap though, feeling you card your fingers through his hair, all is right in the world again. For a while, the two of you just exist: watching the sunset brew violet and lilac gleams across your eyeline, talking about your latest adventure against Captain Kuro at Syrup Village and playing with each others shaky fingers. Its only when you take a break from stroking his curly hair against your palm that he stops and pouts, blinking rapidly up at you. When you lean forward though, tickling that soft spot between his earlobe and the cute freckle by his jaw using your free hand to pluck a daisy from behind the rim of his hat and tuck it through the loop, a bashful burn shines across his face.
Before he can think twice, he musters his courage and determination, squeezes his eyes shut, and lifts his spine up so he can plant a wet kiss against the tip of your nose.
Your eyes flash as you pull back, tenderly rubbing your nose against his. Cupping his cheek, you press a kiss against his forehead and fold your enclosed hands against the rapid pulse of your heart. Your eyes never leave his, and his eyes trace your path in... confusion?
I mean, the two of you have been in love with each other since you were ten years old, and this is the first time Luffy's brain has stopped to think: 'Hey! Maybe Y/n likes me too!'
The real time he surprises you though is when he plops his hat on top of your head. You'd been caught up fighting some Marines off the coast of the Conomi Islands, and had unfortunately been struck down by a rather forceful cannon ball to the side of the Going Merry's railings. When Luffy bust down into the Medbay, you'd never seen such clouds thunder across his face. His whole body seemed to sag once he spotted you, his eyebrows unfurrowing as he almost tripped over his own feet in his desperation to get to you.
'I... I was so worried. I saw that Marine hit you, and I-
For once, Luffy stops talking. Instead, he takes his hat and places it over your tired eyes, hoping you won't see how flustered he looks when he leans down to press his lips against the top of your bandaged arm.
'You- you promised', his voice wavers as if he's about to start sobbing, but he hides the noise by wiping his nose with his forearm. 'You promised you'd stay with me. Always.'
'I meant it Luffy - I'm a Strawhat Pirate, you can't get rid of me that easily. What would my helpless Captain do without me?', you smile, brushing the back of your knuckles languidly down his the growing tearstains of his cheek, despite how much your whole body screamed at you to rest.
'Promise?', he asks, his voice shaky.
'I promise.'
He didn't have to say it. You both knew. You had always known. There was no one without the other. There was no dream without you.
So when he clumsily slapped his hands on either side of your cheek, smushing them together so you looked like a blabbering pufferfish, you weren't surprised. When he nearly sent the stretcher you were perched on rolling across the room by standing between your legs and pressing his torso up against your chest, you didn't blink. When he smashed his lips against yours, leaving kitten licks against the inner seam of your mouth as if he were trying to eat his way into your tongue, you didn't think twice.
All you did was kiss him back, the unwavering devotion that had always tied your lives together finally finding freedom by flooding into your hearts.
✮ — 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?
just some heavy breathing & moans from episode 1072, enjoy 💦
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.
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."
❗️contains baby trapping.
This is a bit dark so please don’t read this if you ain’t into dark themes. Don’t let the beginning fool you okay?
“Ya feel s’good Y’know that baby? Ya feel s’fuckin’ wonderful~” Luffy nuzzles into you neck and peppers smooches against your skin, his hand hold your hands up and above your head while he fucks you raw and hard into the mattress. You let out little mewls as his hips slapped hard against yours, his cock only going deeper the harder he went.
Your voices began to grow sore and you couldn’t stop moaning out for him. Your feet were close to cramping as your toes stayed curled due to the pleasure and it was getting challenging to stay still for him. You peek your head up and watched as his cock slide in and out of your cunt while your cunt fluttered so prettily around his shaft.
You moan and whined out from the continuous smooches his cock gave to your cervix, you were growing close to cumming and he could tell just by how your face began to twist. “Mmgh~ L-Luffy-“ You mewl out his name while you shake your head, unable to sit still from the pleasure. A sly smile spread across Luffy face as he watched you melt on his length. “Ah! L-Luffy~ M-M’gonna! I’m gonna cum!~” You gasp out, your legs shuddering against his hips.
“Go on an’ cum~ Squirt on my dick baby~” He whispers to you, his warm breath making you shiver with arousal. You moan out shakily before you shudder against him, your back arching as you felt yourself ready to explode. “MMGH! LUFFYYY!~” You moan out his name angelically as you finally release, squirting all over his lower abdomen and on the sheets below you both.
Luffy moans out in awe and presses a smooch to your soft lips. He continued to thrust into you and smiles a bit dark as he grew close as well. You perk up as you felt his cock twitch within your gummy walls, and a worried whimper begins to leave you. “Mmh~ M’gonna cum~ M’so fuckin’ close~” Luffy groans, his thrusts now picking up the pace as he felt your walls tighten around him.
“L-Luffy- Luffy pull out when you’re about to cum, o-okay?” You tell him, his thrusting now growing a bit more violent if not slightly overwhelming. Luffy doesn’t answer, in fact he grows silent as he grew closer and closer to climax. You feel him keep your arms in her air as he huffs a bit, ready to bust his load into you. “M’gonna cumm~ Gonna cum inside of ya pussy baby~” He snickers darkly.
Your face falls pale and you begin to struggle and try to push him off. “Luffy! Luffy no please-“ You beg, your feet pressing against his chest to try and push him away. “Ya gonna be a momma baby~ M’gonna make ya a momma!~” Luffy moans out and his brows furrows from the pleasure, ready to cum deep inside of your cute and breedable cunt.
“No please Luffy please! I don’t wanna be a momma yet!” You whimper out and tears begin to prick at your eyes as you tried to break from his grasp. “Cmon~ Lemme make ya a cute lil’ mama~ Ya gonna look so cute w’my babies inside ya~” Luffy gives you another dark smile before cupping your face. “Mmgh~ N-No Luffy!-“ He cuts your pleading off by pressing his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss as he pressed his hips hard against yours.
He lets out a groan and his eyes begins to roll back as he cums deep inside of your cunt, a whine leaving your lips as you felt his warm and sticky cum fill your pussy. You claw at his back in defeat and whined as he continued to fill you up, loading you with most of his seed.
He laughs through the kiss as you took all of his cum like his good girl, taking your fill.
You blame yourself for not taking your birth control or using protection. You thought you could trust Luffy with your words.
He pulls back from the kiss, a string of drool falling from his lips while his eyes were half-lidded with love. “Wanna see ya full of m’babies~ Ya gonna be a cute lil’ momma- Ain’t ya mami?~” He asks, his hands still cupping your face. You whine out to him and a few tears begin to fall done your face you felt upset and defeated, you didn’t want children.
“And don’cha try anythin’, if ya kill ‘em I’ll just put more into ya without ya knowin’~ I’ll surprise ya~” He giggles. You whine and he presses smooshes against your tears, kissing them away. “Shhh~ Ain’t no need t’cry~ S’all over now baby~” He whispers to you once again.
He’s just making sure you won’t leave. And it’s guaranteed to work.
─ 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."
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