Zoro Gets Off On Being An Outlet For His Partner. It Turns Him On Beyond Reason To Get To See A Side

a sweet treat

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

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

wc: 2141

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna taste,” he repeated, “please…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Insomnia

Pairing: Zoro x Reader, platonic Strawhats & Reader

SFW

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

You were exhausted.

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want help?”

“Help how?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not even a wink. Sorry.”

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

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

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

“It’s okay, Usopp. Really.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not really.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That sucks.”

You blink at him blankly.

He blinks back.

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

“Oh.”

“It sucks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess.”

“What have you tried?”

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

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

“Usopp’s idea.”

“What, did he tuck you in too?”

You go quiet.

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

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

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

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

“Someone’s a little jealous, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

girlfriend (zoro x reader nsfw)

part of my 1600 follower event!

prompt is: show him what you do to me/late at night when the wind is free/we're gonna have to tell him/you'll only be a girlfriend/of mine

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cw: afab!reader, jealousy, established relationship, law is lowkey a freak, unrequited law x reader, voyeurism, jerking off, eavesdropping, unknowing exhibitionism, dirty talk, law considering using his devil fruit for (actually) nefarious purposes

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Lazy clouds roll overhead, making for an easy and uneventful day at sea.  The soft rock of the ship is soothing, and the ocean mist turns you ticklish as it sprinkles across your face and into your hair.  It was sublimely serene and peaceful—until your crewmates decide to make you the target of their mischief for the afternoon.

“Sanji wants to know what your boyfriend wants for lunch.” Nami asks as she approaches you next to the railing, a wicked grin on her face as Usopp tries his best to suppress a fit of giggles.

Brows knit together as you look at her, perplexed.  “Why?  He knows Zoro will eat just about anything besides chocolate.” you reply, still unsure as to why Sanji was bothering to ask considering he usually made his menus without even thinking to consider Zoro’s opinion, stating that the mosshead is too crude to have a fully developed sense of taste.

“No, not Zoro, your other boyfriend!” she teases, causing you to let out a frustrated sigh and roll your eyes as Usopp cackles.  Trafalgar Law had made himself quite comfortable around you during his temporary stay on the Sunny; it had started with an interest in a coin he was absentmindedly flicking into the air—you used to grade and collect them, after all—and it had devolved into him sticking close to your side, grumbling under his breath that you were the only person on the crew he could tolerate.

“Why am I the Law expert?” you hiss, frustrated and trying to keep your voice down.  Truthfully, at a different, more naïve time in your life, Law’s strange charm and roundabout way of indirectly flirting with you through mumbled half-compliments would have had your wrapped around his finger, but not now; not when you had a support system of people to give you whole, unrestricted, free-flowing love.  Not when you were in an idyllic partnership built on respect and growth.  There was no room in your heart for Law and his cryptic platitudes beyond friendship—not when you were in love with Zoro.

“Because he sits and talks to you with that dopey look in his eyes as if he’s never seen a pretty girl before in his life!  He’s so obvious it’s painful!”  Usopp exclaims, causing you to sigh.  Law considered himself smooth and sneaky, but the way he showed you preferential treatment was beyond glaringly obvious, and considering that nearly everyone else had picked up on it, it was only a matter of time before it spilled over into something that you weren’t quite prepared to deal with yet.

“Which is why I’ve been trying to ignore it.” you say through gritted teeth.  Worry rushes through your veins as you consider the last week or so, replaying each interaction with him in his head to try to decipher if you had been encouraging his budding affections in any way.  Unsatisfied with the vagueness of your conclusion, you reach for external validation. “I’m not doing anything to give him the wrong idea, am I?” you ask them, nervously digging your nails into your forearms.

“You’re just being friendly.” Nami says, reassuring you with a squeeze to your shoulder. “It’s just hilarious to watch him follow you around like a lost puppy.”  You’d liken him more to a miserable wet cat than a puppy, sulking in corners and stealing you away to demand attention when it suited him, craving affection from you, but only on his own terms.  It was a bid for control that was foreign to you and left a bitter distaste in your mouth, especially when you were accustomed to the mutual trust that you and Zoro shared.

“And a bit pathetic.” Usopp adds with a crooked grin.

“You’re one to talk about being pathetic.” Nami chimes in, unable to resist getting in a playful dig at her friend’s expense.

“Hey!” he exclaims, launching the two into a fit of unserious bickering as the sound of heavy boots against the deck approach them.

“Is that moron done with lunch yet?” Zoro asks with a huff, sweaty, fatigued, and irritated after a rough workout.

“Almost!  Or at least he better be—I’m starving too.” you tell him with a smile; the look on your face visibly softens his frustration slightly, turning his anger into a gentle rumble.

“Idiot can’t even stick to a regular schedule.” he growls, leaning against the railing next to you.  As Nami and Usopp remain engrossed in their sidebar conversation, you take the opportunity to softly ask him how his training went, and eagerly drink up each detail.  In return, he wants you to relay him the details of your morning, and you do, with a dreamy smile of your face—a lovestruck look that’s not lost on your fellow crewmates.

“Look at that look in her eyes, it’s probably crushing his poor heart!” Nami whispers to Usopp, gesturing towards Law across the deck, who was slowly strolling towards the kitchen.

“The pain of unrequited love!” Usopp whispers back, tears nearly streaming down his face from both uncontrollable laughter and empathy for the Surgeon of Death’s plight.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Zoro barks out as he snaps his head towards them.  They both point towards the doorway to the kitchen, where Law’s hat disappears into the room. “Don’t you two have anything better to do?” he asks with a sigh.

“Nope!” Nami chirps, informing him that their course was securely set, and that the schadenfreude she and Usopp derived from watching Law fight a battle he was doomed to lose from the start was the most fun they’ve had in weeks.  Zoro scoffs, appearing indifferent as he rolls his eyes and makes his way towards the kitchen, but the tight grip he keeps around your waist betrays his annoyance and uneasiness as Nami’s words rattle around his head; both of you had considered the way the surgeon clung to you a bit odd, but hearing that other people had noticed it too had made the situation tangible, and suddenly makes Law’s presence next to you at the table unbearable—there was something unsettling about the fact that he would rather see the cook on his knees in front of you, pathetically begging for just one chance, than to have Law at the same table as  you, let alone sitting beside you.

“Something bugging you, mosshead?” Sanji quips with a knowing smirk upon seeing Zoro’s arm wrapped around you.  Frustrated, the swordsman doesn’t dignify him with a response; not in the talking mood, he removes his arm from around your torso in order to shovel food into his mouth and prevent any attempts at small talk.  You’re engrossed in your own food, slurping up the wedding soup that Sanji had prepared for your lunch, ignoring the burns the hot broth leaves on the roof of your mouth.  It was still far too hot for a reasonable person to eat, but as was often the case with Sanji’s cooking it was too good not to.

“Mmm…” you hum contently; the rest of the crew is used to your penchant to moan in delight when stuffing your face with a particularly good meal, but Law is unable to hide the way he stiffens like a board beside you as the sound that escapes your lips rings in his ears.  “Sanji, this is delicious!” you say innocently, with glimmering enthusiasm, causing the cook’s lips to curl up into an appreciative smile and teasingly telling you it would taste even better if you had the patience to wait a while before digging in. 

A few moments pass uneventfully as you scarf down the bread that accompanied your soup, until a sudden sensation running across your outer thigh causes you to nearly leap out of your own skin; peering under the table, the culprit is Law’s leg, pressed against your own.  He’s a tall man, so the need for leg room would be a reasonable excuse, and scrutinizing his face reveals no outward trace of unscrupulous intentions; yet, at the same time he’s so transparent, unable to help himself from bouncing his knee alongside yours, as if desperate for the slightest bit of friction.  The smallest of sighs escapes his lips as you lean away from the touch, confirming your suspicions; the realization makes you echo the sound, frustrated and disappointed that he was unable to be content with the friendship you were willing to offer and was instead so insistent on meddling in a place where he didn’t belong.

His behavior was starting to eat away at your last nerve, and evidently, Zoro shared your sentiment, becoming more possessive than usual when he makes love to you that night.

“Bet he jerks his pathetic cock to the thought of switching places with me…hah…but he doesn’t have the balls to do it.” Zoro whispers, panting into your ear as he snakes an arm underneath you to pull your waist closer; craving to feel your hot skin melt into his, he needs you trapped and caged between his arms, mewling and whimpering out a soft, pretty song as he pounds you into the floor.  “He knows you need something bigger, don’t ya’, pretty girl?” he growls in your ear; it’s gravelly, possessive, and makes you flutter softly around him as you whine out an “Mhm… you feel s’good…” in response.

Lost and drowning in a haze of ecstasy, neither of you notice the soft blue light enveloping the room, nor the muffled, strangled gasps coming from outside the door as Law drags his hand down his cock, imagining burying himself inside you instead.  For a brief moment, he does consider switching places with you, picturing the way your eyes would be blown wide with shock—shock that he’d fuck out of you until you’re drooling out the corner of your mouth and whimpering his name like a prayer.  But as much as he desires it, burning up for you so much that he barely knows what to do with himself, he knows he can’t—it’s too twisted and dark; however, he can’t bring himself to dispel the room that he’s cast.  He bargains with himself to come up with a justification to flick his wrist and take you that wouldn’t make him a monster—that wouldn’t turn you away from him entirely; it’s beyond tempting to give into his urges when one simple movement is all that separates him from the warmth of your core swallowing his cock whole.  Choking back a groan as he fists himself, he wonders if, even for the briefest of moments, the mention of him made your mind go dark, fantasizing about having his cock deep inside of you.  He wonders if he could get away with just a taste, switching places for just a fraction of a second—neither of you would notice a thing, and he would finally get his fix, and the opportunity to tremble at the tight, wet grip of your walls around him.

But he knows a moment wouldn’t be enough for him—not even close.  He knows his length would be able to reach depths of you that Zoro never could, and he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to break you in, scramble your mind, and leave you unable to be dripping and wanting for anyone else but him.  His wrist is twitching, wavering in tandem with his resolve; he’s moments away from tipping over the edge, the word shambles at the tip of his tongue, until a soft whining of Zoro’s name vibrates through the door, the word dripping with neediness and devotion.  The sound leaves the bitter taste of bile at the back of Law’s tongue and his room falls apart, a crushing reminder that he’s alone, in a dark hallway that leads to the aquarium bar, jerking himself off in the middle of the night while Zoro gets to indulge in the comfort of your flesh.

Zoro’s name is hot on your tongue as he delivers you to burning red ecstasy, his calloused fingers rubbing circles into your aching bud as he ruts into you.  “Need you, only need you, Zoro…” you murmur as blood rushes to your face, pooling in your cheeks as you pulse around him, mind shattered and vulnerable, only for him.  The flutter of your walls makes him pull you even closer, sinking his teeth into your neck as you bury your face into the throw pillow on the ground in front of you and whimper.

“So good for me—you take it so good for me.” he mumbles; the sight of you falling apart underneath him lights a fire in soul that makes him give it to you harder—Law can hear the smack of his hips against yours through the door as he smears buds of precum across the tip of his cock with his palm.  Limp and pliant as tingles of electricity continue to dance through your skin, you’re his, to have and to hold as he sees fit.

He knows your body like the rough, weathered palms of his hand, and in turn you know his; the intoxicating way he ruts into you, filling you until you can’t think straight, along with the tremble in his thighs lets you know he’s close.  He holds you tight, the flesh of your back melting into his broad chest as he cums deep inside you, as if you’ll vaporize into thin air if he lets you go.  The simple sensation of him wrapped around you is enough to get drunk on, and you silently wish you could stretch this moment out for an eternity.

“I love you.” you murmur to him as he crashes from his high, slowly regaining control of his breathing.

It’s soft and hushed, a raw rasp in your voice as your words blanket the room in an intimate sweetness, the kind that pulls on heartstrings so harshly that the rest of the world slips away.  As Zoro echoes your sentiment, whispering a love you too in your ear and burying his head into the crook of your neck to savor the moment, Law selfishly twists your words in his mind, filling in the gaps and imagining them whispered to him instead.

“I love you, Law.”

Though it’s a mangled, manufactured creation of his own mind, he doesn’t care; just the concept of the words rolling off your tongue as you cry out for him is enough to make him spill his seed all over his jeans as he violently fucks his hand.

“I love you, Law...”

The words tumble in his head, bouncing off the walls of his skull as he comes down from his high, tormenting him.  He needs them to be real, to hear them spoken to him in hushed tones in quiet places hidden away from the world; he needs you to want him, to yearn for him, to crave him, to love him.

But you don’t.

You love Zoro.

At breakfast the next morning, Law stretches his legs underneath the table, lightly grazing his thigh against yours in the process; it’s intentional as it always is, the guilt and shame of his voyeurism doing nothing to dampen his futile attempts to sway you.

You jerk away from his touch, tilting your legs to your left, towards Zoro.  So close, but so far, it’s infuriating enough to make him clench his jaw so hard he nearly breaks a tooth.

When you’re still hungry after finishing your plate, he quietly offers you the remnants left on his plate—he can barely stomach food at the moment anyways, not when he’s plagued with visions of you splayed out and spread open underneath another man.

Though he knows he can’t have you, Law can’t help but continue to give you his scraps.

I Missed You

The strawhats are chilling during a rare calm day on the grand line. Luffy comes to hang out with reader. They're in a relationship, but still pretty early on so they haven't really done anything physical yet. Luffy has a wet dream and wakes up eager to finish it off.

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x afab!reader

CW: established relationship, Luffy’s clingy, very slight somno, dry humping, Luffy's in control, minor voyeurism, typical Luffy antics/behaviours

WC: 1.1k

18+ MDNI

You’re sitting in the crow’s nest of the Sunny, reading a book as you soak in the afternoon sun. It was a quiet day on the Grand Line, something that rarely happened. Everyone was taking advantage of the peacefulness of the day to relax. Zoro was napping on the deck while Sanji was cleaning the kitchen. Nami was working on her maps, Robin was with Franky helping him fix the ship, and Brook was off working on new music, the muffled sounds of his song drifting up to you in the crow’s nest. Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp were messing around somewhere underdeck.

Your eyes snap up to where a hand has gripped the edge of the nest. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion before Luffy comes into view, having slingshot himself up from the main deck.

You laugh at the sight of him perched on the banister. He grins at you, hopping off to sit down next to you.

“What’s up?” You ask, setting your book down and turning to face him.

“I missed you,” He pouts.

“You saw me an hour ago!” You laugh.

He grabs your hips and pulls you into his lap. You let out a surprised gasp as he holds you tightly to him.

“An hour’s too long.”

You giggle into his chest while he strokes your hair. His grip loosens on you as he casts his eyes skywards.

“I like these clouds. That one looks like meat!” He giggles. You laugh at him, rolling your eyes slightly.

You turn in his lap so that your back is pressed against his chest. You grab your book from the ground and return to reading.

You stay in his lap for hours. He fell asleep minutes after joining you, snoring lightly in your ear.

The sun is setting when you feel Luffy’s grip on you tighten. He whimpers softly in your ear. You still.

His hips push against yours in his sleep, and you gasp at the feeling of his hardness pushing against your ass.

“Luffy?”

He doesn’t respond, but his hips grind into yours again. You’re frozen, unsure what to do. Should you wake him up?

He whimpers again, pulling your ass down against his cock and grinding against it. You let out a moan, and you feel him still.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you bite your lip. You hadn’t meant to make any noise, but it had just slipped out.

“Y/n?” His voice is scratchy from sleep.

You reposition yourself in his lap, straddling him so that you are face to face.

 “Did I wake you?” You ask, voice guilty.

He shakes his head groggily. He looks confused. Hesitantly, he grips your hips. He grinds them against his own and moans softly at the friction.

“Is this okay?” He asks quietly.

You nod, feeling pleasure shoot up your spine from the friction of him moving your hips against his.

The seam of your pants rubs right against your clit, making you moan with every movement.

Luffy’s cock is rock hard underneath his shorts. You can feel your arousal gushing out of you as the pleasure builds.

Luffy’s lips meet yours in a greedy, messy kisses. His tongue slips into your mouth, tangling with your own. He moans into your mouth as he picks up the pace of your hips grinding against his.

The kiss is all teeth and tongue as he starts thrusting his hips up into yours. Your lips are wet from the messy kiss, but you don’t care.

You grip his vest tightly, holding on for dear life as he moves your body for his pleasure. It’s intoxicating, to be used like this. The coil in your stomach winds tighter with each pass of his hard cock against yours soaked pussy.

Luffy grows more vocal, a constant stream of whines and moans spilling from his lips as his movements grow even more frantic.

“Feels so good, sweets. Fuck, I’m getting close.”

You nod in agreement, unable to speak.

He laughs as he pulls back enough to see your face. “You look so pretty like this. All dazed out. It’s so cute.”

You blush at his words. He thrusts up against you two more times and you’re cumming. You muffle your cries by burying your face into the crook of his neck as fluid gushes out of you. You fall limp against him as he continues to grind your hips over his.

His hips jerk a few more times against yours before he holds you still. You can feel his cock twitch a few times before liquid seeps out, dampening his shorts and your pants. He moans loudly as he cums, fingers digging tightly into your hips, no doubt leaving bruises.

He keeps you pinned to him as you both catch your breaths.

“I liked that,” He whispers into your hair.

“Me too,” You giggle tiredly.

“Could you two shut the fuck up!” Someone yells from down on the deck.

Your head snaps up and you shoot a fearful look at Luffy. He frowns, reluctantly removing you from his lap to stand up and look down at the deck.

“Oh, hey Zoro!” He exclaims, waving with a laugh.

You cover your face, embarrassed to know that the green haired swordsman had no doubt heard the entire thing.

“You woke me up,” Zoro shouts. You can hear the scowl in his voice. “Next time you two wanna fuck, do it somewhere private.”

“Oh,” Luffy giggles. “We didn’t actually fuck though.”

“Luffy!” You exclaim, grabbing his hand and yanking him back down before he can embarrass you further.

“What? It’s true!”

“You can’t just go around telling people!”

“Oops,” He giggles again, and you can’t possibly stay mad at him when he looks so cute.

“Is Zoro gone?”

He peeks over the banister to check, and nods.

You let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good. Let’s head down and get something to eat.”

His face lights up at the thought of food. He grabs you and jumps down from the crow’s nest with you in his arms, eliciting a terrified shriek from you.

“Luffy what the fuck?!” You exclaim once you’ve landed. You hold onto him tightly, staring at him in horror.

“What?” He laughs. “I’m hungry! That was faster.”

You let out a long-suffering groan at your boyfriend’s antics. He sets you down and rushes into the kitchen, yelling for Sanji. He doesn’t even wait to see if you’re following as he barges in, eager to eat.

You watch him go with an annoyed yet affectionate smile on your face before trailing after him with a sigh.

༄ zoro x reader (based on this ask)

zoro and yourself loved to taken naps together, the two of you often found huddled together somewhere on the ship; you gravitate towards one another. it feels natural, it feels comfortable to sleep next to zoro.

and as much as he'd like to deny it, he, in truth cannot.

zoro has grown used to your body resting next to his in slumber, leaning against one another, holding one another. zoro would also like to say that it means nothing to him — your entanglement that is. that the quickness of his heart when he wakes up to your soft snores isn't real, that the glare he throws that shitty cook anytime he comes near while your asleep has nothing to do with you at all.

at night, after hours of twisting and turning while waiting for everyone to fall asleep, you slip out of your quarters and go to find zoro. you find him awake already, waiting for you on the deck, this is your routine now. your little secret midnight meetings.

it's not as scandalous as it may sound, you meet up on the deck to fall asleep until the sun rises and the crew begins the days shenanigans. no one knows about it, you'd each sneak out on the deck, finding a comfortable spot and fall asleep in each others arms.

some nights, sleep is harder to come by, so you tell each other your thoughts, your dreams, silly stories you come up with on the spot, anything to help sooth the worries in your minds that keep you both awake.

you and zoro end up in a weird place between friends and crewmates and lovers, none of which you've really taken the time to discuss.

tonight, as per your routine, you sneak out onto the deck to meet zoro, under the starlit sky. you feel the excitement in your bones, the idea of his strong arms holding you against his chest making you giddy.

you find him at your favourite spot from the last few days. quietly, you approach him, wordlessly slipping into his embrace, and naturally, his body adjusts to holding you. comforting and firm.

there's a little blanket folded neatly by his side, once your settled comfortably, zoro pulls the soft fabric over your two bodies. tonight's colder, chilly air making you pull closer together; the flimsy blanket is barely enough to keep the both of you warm.

you bury your head in the dip of his neck, rubbing against the skin there for warmth. you're shivering. so to help, zoro tucks the blanket beneath him and rubs his warm calloused hands up and down your back, your arms, your thighs. you make a small sound when finger tips graze the fabric sitting close to your crotch and zoro freezes immediately.

it wasn't on purpose. he hopes you know him well enough not to assume he'd would.

you pull away from his neck to meet his gaze, his eyes wide as the stare back you and his fingers still frozen in an awkward position on your thighs.

"zoro"

"yes"

"i thought you were helping warm me up, why'd you stop?"

"didn't mean to touch ya there"

"well, you haven't moved away"

he looks deep in your eyes, searching for a hidden message or a sign — anything to help with figuring out what he already knows right now.

you decide on taking initiative, showing him the sign he was desperately seeking in your gaze; a hands on sort of demonstration.

starting by dragging your hands up and down his rippled back, his strong arms, his scarred chest, his thighs. you've keep eye contact when your fingers graze him the same way he did you.

one thing turns to another and your groping each others bodies, nosy hands wandering over whatever skin you can get to. clothes start to shed and the chill of the night becomes an after thought. the thin blanket covering you both no longer serving to keep the cold out, but rather to keep your warmth in.

"there's something else we could do"

"oh yea?"

"yea, lift you hips for me."

despite his words, zoro sounds shy. a slight tremble in his hands and a dark blush on his handsome tan face as he guides to lift your hips.

your watching his movements, as he slides two of his fingers through your folds. "quit staring"

it would be so easy to tease him right now, to poke fun, but you keep to yourself. well, you mostly keep to yourself. "you quit staring"

zoro doesn't say anything, somehow his face heats up further. his brows furrow at your remark, pulled together tight and annoyed with your constant back and forths (he loves it)

he continues rubbing your soft folds, spreading your wetness until he slips a finger in with ease, curling softly into your gooey walls. he'll shut you up another way. when your wet to his satisfaction, soaking his finger with your cum, he pulls out and replaces it with his cock.

shushing you as he helps lower you into him, sitting flush against his thighs, taking every single pulsing inch of him deep inside you. your nails dig into his shoulders, poor lip trapped in the ruthless attack of your teeth.

"that's itt, youre so quiet when you're full of me. maybe that's what you needed all along."

zoros pulls your lip free of your teeth with his thumb, he looks drunk; with hazy dark eyes, he looks like he's about to say something he shouldn't.

"i- i thi-... i like you." there's a pause in betty's words before finally blurts it out. it's so him, the way it happens. you can't help but smile against his chest, his arms holding you firmly. zoro might explode from how fast his heart is beating if he looks at you.

"and i like you silly marimo"

bonus!!

you fall asleep in each others embrace as per your routine, the only difference is the two of you don't wake before the rest of the crew — you wake up to the sound of something clattering on the floor, followed by the thud of something falling.

you're startled awake by it, cori's grasp on you tightens when he feels you moving around but he's still asleep and so your left alone to watch sanjis dramatic monologue about an oaf like zoro being with such a pretty lady and not with the distinguished gentleman (himself)

both of you are still entangled close together, in more ways than one, the only thing shielding the blonde from the view of your connected bodies being that thin blanket from last night. you try to quell him, explaining the situation but his dramatic soliloquy goes on. it won't be long now before every person ever knows.

shanks ver. law ver

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OPKisstober Day 4 // Stolen

w/ Luffy word count: 617 warnings: none but some non-descriptive bugs i guess??

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You certainly had enough of looking at beetles in various shapes and sizes, but you for sure couldn't get enough of the shimmering eyes of your captain, his face pressed against the glass of the cabinet that held probably a specimen of every single beetle up and down the Grand Line.

"Hey y/n, have you seen that one? With the big horns? Who do you think would win in a fight, me or them?"

Taking a long dramatic pause you looked back and forth between Luffy and the one particular bug he was pointing at, eagerly waiting for your response. Who allowed him to be this cute, was all you could think about in this moment; also toughts and prayers to every insect in the world that was brave enough to start a fight with your captain.

"I have a rough time deciding, but I think you could probably win this one, Luffy", you think out loud, pinching him in his soft cheeks while his sweet smiles widens. He truly had the ability to lighten up the room, to make you feel like everything is really gonna be okay. Spending a day off with him was like a dream. Though you loved your crew and sailing the seas with everyone, you also cherished the rare moments were it was just the two of you.

"Luffy, I'm gonna check out the museum shop. I assume you want to stay here a little longer?", you suggested which made him nod vigorously, eyes fixed again at the bugs as if they were a big chunk of meat prepared by Sanji. You smirk a little. "I'll meet you outside in a bit then."

You spend so much money in the museum shop that you surely will get in trouble with Nami later tonight, but you just couldn't leave without buying some souvenirs for the crew (and yourself of course). Also, hopefully Luffy will be excited when you hand him the plushie of the one particular beetle he was having wrestling fantasies about.

"Sorry for the wait!", you apologize when you see your captain already waiting for you outside at the stairs. It looks like he was daydreaming, when he suddenly looks up and greets you again with this big, warm smile of his and two waving hands.

"Let's go eat, y/n! I could eat a whole village!", Luffy exclaims, his stomach growling as if by command which made you both laugh out loud.

"Just one second, I got you something, Luffy!" Just as you were reaching for the bag, he suddenly comes a step closer to you, facing each other. Surprised about the sudden intimacy, you try to keep your cool, looking at him with wondering eyes.

"I also got you something, y/n. Close your eyes and hold out your hands for me."

Oh my, please don't let it be a bug, please don't let it be a bug, please don't let it be a bug.... sending a little prayer, you hesistantly close your eyes and stick out your hands, preparing yourself for the worst.

Turns out heaven got another plan for you, because otherwise your hands wouldn't suddenly be in Luffy's, squeezing them tight. And his lips, oh his lips... the second they touch yours, your whole body feels like it's on fire, as if it was struck by lightning. Was this a dream?

Everything was happening so fast and the moment you open your eyes again, still stunned, all you can see is your captain running, looking over his shoulder with a big grin and his cheeks blushing a little, gesturing you to follow him already.

"Food, now!! Come, y/n! I know what's for desert!"

Law living his dream

𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐋𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

“No means no.” He says, innocently.

“Luffy?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t play with me.”

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

“Then let go.” 

“Nope.”

“Luffy—let. me. go.”

 “Nuh-uh.”

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

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

“Promise? Promise what?” 

“That you won’t be his.”

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

“Earlobes.”

In other words— Enel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Now. Will you let me—”

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

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

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

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