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Shut It: Zoro x F!Reader

You love to rage bait your favorite swordsman, you just didn’t think it’ll end up with with you screwing outside

rating: smut. NSFW + fluff. minors dni

warning: sexual intercourse and some (v) foreplay. Flustered Zoro. Maybe second hand embarrassment? idk.

word count: 3.9k

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Zoro was not a soft boyfriend, at least not in the ways that other boyfriends may have been.

He didn’t trail after you or pepper you with words he didn’t know how to dress up. He didn’t make grand declarations or cling in public. When it came to it, however, he would do things that were small to show you he was thinking of you. When he would drink, Sake cups appeared in his hand the way swords did. When he was with you, he never offered outright. He just nudged the bottle closer across the table, pretending he wasn’t watching to see if you’d take it. You always got the first sip if you wanted it. He still drank most of it. His tolerance was ridiculous, but sharing was instinctive. Quiet. Intimate. Something he didn’t do for just anyone.

If you asked him to grab something for you, he scoffed every time.

“You got legs,” he’d mutter but then he’d stand up anyway.  He never made a show of it, never announced he was going. He just returned a minute later and dropped whatever you wanted into your lap like it had always been his plan. You always got your way with him, whether he realized it or not. 

If you thanked him, he would nod. If you smiled at him, he looked away with a blush coating his cheeks softly. This is because Zoro was rude by default, but deep down he was shy by habit. He complained constantly about a lot of things like the heat, about the noise that Luffy or Usopp would make when he was trying to nap. About you distracting him when he would train. But his hand always found the small of your back in crowded places. He would always steer you out of harm’s way without asking. His loyalty wasn’t loud, it was automatic.

 Zoro was physically affectionate in ways he never acknowledged: his hand would rest on your knee while he drank. When you would lay your head against his shoulder, he would stay perfectly still so you wouldn’t have to adjust. 

In public, he’d let you do the talking. In Taverns, markets and new islands. Zoro stood behind you or just off to your side, arms crossed, half lidded eye scanning the area while you handled conversation. He hated small talk and you knew it. So you spoke for the both of you, and he trusted you enough to let you. You tend to be more extroverted, something he admired about you from afar. You two just worked so well together, complimenting each other in so many different ways. 

Loving Zoro wasn’t loud or poetic. It was built from shared silence, half-empty sake bottles, and the certainty that no matter where the world tilted, he’d plant his feet and keep you standing beside him. And when he was on watch, he let you join him. That’s why one night you decided to climb up to the watch tower, you stumbled in with a cheerful hum and smile.

The ladder creaked softly as you climbed into the watch tower, the night air cooler up there. Zoro sat where he always did, sword within reach, back against the beam, posture relaxed but alert. A blanket laid across his legs, to keep him warm from the chilly sea air. He glanced at you once, eye sharp, then went back to scanning the horizon.

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” he said.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t” You sat beside him anyway, legs stretching out in front of you.

“Figures.” He huffed.

Your eyes practically sparkled as you looked at him, a game bubbling in your stomach. You were dying to mess with him, just to see him get riled up simply because you barely saw him today. He was training most of the day and you were running errands with Nami on the previous island the ship was docked at. However, you did have a small peep at him when he was training and saw something quite humorous, and you thought it would be a great way to tease him. His eyes moved to the side, catching your gaze and he immediately squinted. 

“What?” He grumbled out, his words were hesitant because he sensed you were up to no good. You flashed a sly smile before cocking your head to the side. You took a deep and leaned against his arm. Gently curling around his massive biceps, your arms wrapped around him. Your chin rested, a little giggle escaping your lips as you spoke. 

“Oh nothing, I just wanted to check in on you after what happened when you were training today,” His head fully turned towards you, looking down on you. His brows bucked down and his nose twitched slightly and that's when it appeared: the faintest hue of crimson hitting his tanned skin. 

“Don’t start,” Zoro warned but you had already started to laugh. He started to get flustered, his words leaving his mouth before he could process.

“Stop laughing! You’re going to regret it,” He said firmer, his voice raising with embarrassment but your laughs started to drown him out. 

Earlier, just before dinner, Zoro was in the training room with Luffy and Usopp. The three were simply working out together just like they usually did when they were bored and wanted to spend some time together. Suddenly, as Luffy was sparring with him, there was the sound of ripping clothes. The one day Zoro decided to wear an older pair of gym shorts, a pair that was just a little bit too tight, they decided to rip right across his thighs. The boys broke out laughing, except Zoro of course. Luffy called him a can of cinnamon rolls since his thigh muscles bursted through his pants. He was red, his ear tips burning as he shouted at the two boys to stop talking. Just thinking about it made you laugh since you remember seeing them rip. You were just going to pop in and say hi but decided not to, not wanting to embarrass him even more. However, you knew you were going to bring it up later to mess around. 

“Oh come on, it was so funny! My big man~,” 

One second you were smirking, the next his hand was on your chin, broad palm warm and firm, his fingers pressing just enough to still you. Not rough. Not gentle. Intentional.

“Shut. it,” he said quietly, his words dripping with irritation. Then he pulled you in and kissed you. It was decisive, controlled, all pent-up heat finally given direction. You gasped as he pushed you back, the wood of the watch tower solid beneath you as your shoulders met the floor. He followed immediately, bracing himself over you, body a solid weight that made your breath catch.

You made a small sound against his mouth, surprised despite yourself, and that was all it took. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you down, your butt resting against his crotch and your thighs resting on his. The way he looked at you was one you were familiar with, a flustered expression with annoyance mixed in. You felt so accomplished because that's the exact expression you wanted from him. His brows furrow, his thumbs pressing down on the exposed skin on your waist. You felt the heat radiating off his hands but before you could make another comment, he leaned in and kissed you, forcing you to press further into his crotch. It was a deepened kiss, one of which was dripping with desire and eagerness.

Your hands pushed him slightly off of you, your lips curved in a smile. 

“Someone is feisty today! Are you sure you want to move around so much? I wouldn’t want your pants to rip again,” You teased out, a giggle slipping from your lips. 

“I told you to shut it,” he huffed out, his voice low as his fingers found his way up your shirt. Squeezing firmly, his hand wrapped around your breast causing you to yelp softly. A smirk lingered on his face as he looked at you, your giggle shifting to a gasp. Now he was the one that was making your face red. Seeing you like this was satisfying for him, he always liked to win and he knew exactly how to. Without warning, his hand slipped out from under your top and tugged the shirt off his back exposing his bare chest. Zoro tossed his shirt to the side and chuckled as he began to kiss your neck. Your eyes widened as the heat grew hotter in your face, a moan begging to come out. You knew what was about to happen next. 

“Here?! Seriously?” You gasped out as his teeth sunk against the side of your neck. You knew your boyfriend was intense but come on, in the watch tower? 

“You played too much, now it’s my turn” he replied quickly but his words were sloppy as his lips found your mouth again. Accepting defeat, your arms slid across his chest and wrapped around the back of his neck. Your hips buckled, adjusting to the position he successfully pinned you in. Firm hands met your bottoms, tugging at the top and pulling them all the way down. Maybe it was the chill of the sea air or maybe it was the fact he wanted to see you squirm under his touch, but he was quicker this time around. Kissing your neck, his left hand found its way making its home in your underwear, his fingers slipping into your folds. He was trying to get his pay back. 

Zoro may be directionally challenged but the one thing he knew how to get around was your body. It was mapped out in his muscle memory, after countless times of training with you in similar situations. He hummed and shook his head slightly when he felt you were already wet, he just couldn’t believe you were turned on by him getting annoyed. His middle finger slipped right in, making you yelp and ease. He inched away from you, his gaze meeting yours. You were so bothered, your temperature making your face completely pink and helpless.

“Look who’s the red one now,” he teased, his words low. Ironic since he was also flushed, his chest rising with a tugging pull of just wanting to go all out. He hated to admit it, but you made him insane. Everything about you constantly made him want more, but he wasn’t the type of guy to express that. As nonchalant as Zoro was, he was a foolish man who just desired you. Especially when you were like this, wet and ready. He was steady for a while, his fingers preparing you for him. He was looking at you, so intently. He was watching your eyes and your lips, craving the expression that came from you each time his finger slid in and out. 

Oddly, you felt embarrassed. This was intimate in a way that felt more exposed than normal but in the best way possible. Your hands slid up, trying to cover your face but they were pulled up and pinned above your head. Zoro simply shook his head, it was slight but it was there. The heat in your stomach coiled, curling against your core. With no other way of covering up, your eyes instinctively closed. Zoro’s brows furrowed as he connected his lips against yours again. 

‘Oh my God,’ Your mind was racing, fluttering from the excitement he was laying on you. A low, satisfied groan let his throat as he slid his finger out of you. He bit your lower lip softly, before pulling away. His hands tugged at the bottom of your shirt, his eyes telling you exactly what to do. With sudden movement, he grabbed your sides and pulled you up in a position where you were sitting on his lap. His eyes were focused and that sent shivers down your spine. With a whimper, you pulled your shirt off and before you even had a chance to unclip your own bra, his hands were already on the hook and eyes. His right hand was swift, unclipping it. His fingers knew how to navigate everything about you, it’s a steady practice he took with serious care. The way he was looking at you made you melt, your stomach swam with such a warm intensity. It was softer, somehow more gentle than his usual glance. He didn’t say anything, he only acted. He wasn’t joking around anymore. 

He made some space for him to wiggle off his pants, setting you back down on the watch tower’s chill floor. At this point, you both were aching to get started. The once silly game you were trying to play slipped your mind, fleeing faster than the desire to tease him ever came. When his trousers slipped down, along came his boxers. He leaned his body close so you could feel his rubbing against you. Your knees instinctively touched his sides, quivering for him to just pull in. Warm, everything was so warm when he was against you. Zoro’s arms braced themselves on the ground near your shoulders, a slow sway coming over his hips. Accepting your request, he eased himself inside because he knew how you always needed him to be gentle. At least at first. 

At the same time, you both winced in relief as he began to thrust. It was slow and deliberate, just the way you needed it but in all the ways he needed to restrain himself. It was torture for him but man, did he love feeling you unfold. 

Your arms flung themselves underneath his, reaching for his back and shoulder blades. Moans slipped from your lips like water, some quieter than others. You didn’t want the others to hear you, even though you were so high up in the air. In reality, you only wanted him to hear you. As his hips began to pick up the pace, so did your whimpers and yelps. With a hiss, he shot himself up and gripped your waist, thrusting with more intensity and control. He needed to see you, see your face become brighter with each time he pumped himself in you. 

A grin crept on his face with a breathless chuckle. He was satisfied seeing you fail, your confidence being nothing more but putty in his hands. He never understood why you tried to tease him, he was the one that had the upper hand the most of the time. However, one can dream. You were a mess, your hands trailing up to your mouth as you locked eyes with him. He was so divine, his abs and pecks carved from the lantern flames and moonlight. How did you get so lucky?

“I..I told you, you’ll regret it,” he grunted out, this time his thrust knocking into you harder and his grunts in sync with your moans. He shouldn’t have said that because a louder hitched moan slipped from your lips, and he felt you wanting to release.  And he couldn’t hold it back much longer. That nonchalant facade always came off at this point, he knew that. He swallowed hard as an exhale quivered from his lips. He shook his head and glanced down, his eyes shutting tight, as if he was trying to stop himself. However, he was weak to you. All that talk and acting so tough, but in reality he was just as down bad as you.

A curse slipped from his lips as he started to thrust faster and each time with a deeper intensity than the last, skin slapping against each other. He was becoming sloppy from the euphoric sensation. His grip around your waist tightened briefly until he lowered himself down to you, flinging your hands away from your mouth to lock lips with you. The feeling was too much for you, moans and whimpers just slipping out in a sloppy mess. He felt himself coming undone, his eyes shutting tightly as a louder groan came from him. He found his lips slipping away from yours and resting near the side of your face. His deep and stagnant groaning entered your ear, his fist clenched hard. 

“I can’t-!” You squealed out lowly, feeling yourself tighten around him. That’s all he needed, he wanted to finish with you. His arms went back to the side near your head to try to hold himself up as you both reached climax, his lips planting a stiff and firm kiss near your ear. As he slowed down, a heavy exhale exited from his nose and tickled your ear. It may not have been long, but your heart was beating as if you ran a marathon. He lowered himself on you lightly, his body indicating his exhaustion. Shoulders releasing the built up tension, relaxing slightly. 

A soft chuckle came from your as your arms held him, embracing him as he pulled out. A shiver went down your legs as the cool air swept between you two. He pulled the blanket he had near him earlier over the two of you and flipped you over, where you laid on top of him. His breathing heavy, his face just absolutely red under tan skin. He swallowed as he planted a kiss on your forehead, his words in his usual cunning tone.

“Don’t mess with me again,” He joked, his smirk crawling to his face.

“No promises!” You teased out. With a gentle sigh, you laid your cheek against his chest and leaned into the warmth of his body. You closed your eyes to rest but before you knew it, you heard snores coming from his mouth.

'No Way' you thought as you glanced up. His eyelids shut, sleep coating over Zoro like it was a spell and you were the witch that caused it. Watching him be at peace, it caused a gentle smile to curl against your lips. Only he would fall asleep that quickly but it was so adorable to you. Luckily, you were energized from your encounter and decided to keep watch for the night instead. However, that didn’t mean you couldn’t lay up with your favorite swordsman. 

The ocean waves were like a lullaby in the deep blue sea. You two laid there for the rest of the night, hearts beating as one as they always did.

[betzgi]

…maybe someday

it might happen…

[dandafancomics]

This comic was Made By Turbo Okarun From X

Turbo Okarun (@TurbOkarun) / X

Sweet Dreams

[dandafancomics]

This comic was Made By Boz 🤍 kun From X

Boz 🤍 kun (@boz_kun) / X

Momo wants a Kiss

[cattysapien]

Silly Momokarun ask but can you imagine -

When Momo is sick: Okarun freaks out and tries to baby her while she's rawdogging the flu no problem

When Okarun is sick: Momo freaks out and tries to baby him while he acts like a sickly victorian child on their deathbed. Just a little funny to imagine 😁

the fever episode…….

[cattysapien]

consider: momo and okarun finally getting phones (bonus under the cut)

[fizztbump]

Rough animation done!!!

[hanablush]

cutie patootie

[itsgojolickinggood]

Got bored in the exams and drew this guy. Didn't have a phone with me so this is all based of on my memory

[todomochi-uwu]

valentine´s day.

Pairing(s): Luffy x reader; Zoro x reader; Sanji x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader; Sabo x reader Genre: Smut, fluff Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: Happy Valentine's Day, my love. Author's notes: My, very late, Valentine´s Day gift to you, mochis. Purely smut. Hope you enjoy it. I think I'm blind from the amount of time I spent writing it. Love you. By the way, what would you think about more angst on this blog? Masterlist Kinktober masterlist If you enjoy my work, please consider asking for a commission or leaving me a tip! All kind of support is greatly appreciated 🫀

Luffy 

Your captain has no clue what day he lives in, much less that Valentine’s is coming, but thankfully, he’s got Sanji for that. 

So, when the day comes, he’s shoved into your room with a box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers and the threat that if he dares eat any of the chocolates, the cook will shove his foot so far up inside his ass it will come out of his mouth. 

Sanji still can’t believe you decided to give your heart and soul to that monkey (he swears he loves his captain) 

You spend the evening in your room. Hearing him rant about anything and anything, laugh at his own jokes and play a guessing game only he can understand. 

In many ways, Luffy is a simple man and that brings you comfort. There are no hidden intentions, no mixed feelings or miscommunications. His love is clear and honest. Luffy just is. 

Which is why the words that come out of his mouth do not surprise you. 

“If I finger you, can I finish the rest of the candy?” 

No need to ask. 

Luffy might be oblivious to most things, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how you like it. Two of his fingers explore your insides like a map, massaging your walls and pressing against the places that make your toes curl. His lips suck on your tits, tongue running on top of them, his saliva making your skin shine. 

“Luffy...” You whine, grabbing onto the pillow with one hand and palming his cock over his shorts with the other one. He’s rock hard but seems to be in no rush to fuck you, content with the taste of your skin on his tongue. 

He hums against your skin before pulling away, a thread of spit connecting your nipple to his lips. He looks around, looking for something on the bed, but his fingers don’t stop for a second, his middle and index moving in a “come hither” motion while his thumb toys with your clit, “there they are!” He’s quick to grab the box of chocolates and open it up with his free hand.  

Food and sex together aren’t a weird concept in your relationship, so you pay no mind to it. That is, until he’s biting on a jam-filled candy and letting some of its filling fall on one of your nipples. Your eyebrows furrow, and your mouth opens in a gasp when he sucks it off you. 

“You make them taste even better, sweets”, he says more to himself, but you can see that the sweet treat has done something to him. His eyes are now half lidded, his mouth dribbles even more, and his pace grows harder. 

“Luffy! Fuck just like that!” You push your tits closer to his mouth. 

He continues the action again and again until the entire box is empty and you’re blissed out from the pleasure. It’s then that he says, 

“Now, I’m craving something else.” He licks the remains of the sugar off his lips and pulls down his shorts; his cock slaps against his abdomen. 

“That candy was great, Sanji! Thanks!” The younger man says as he pats his cook on the back. 

“Sure,” Sanji answered, defeated. No anger or energy left as he knows it was his fault Luffy got laid last night... fucking lucky monkey. 

Zoro 

Marimo is dumb when it comes to a lot of things. Directions, for example. But when it comes to you, one or two gears work in his brain. 

“You don’t have to remind me, twirly brows.” He says as he does crunches. 

“We don’t?” For once, Sanji is pleasantly surprised by the mosshead. 

“I’ve already got covered.” 

Nami doesn’t buy it. She narrows her eyes as she asks, “What did you get her?” 

“There was this fine liquor store at the last isla...” A punch landed on his head before he could finish. 

“I fucking knew it!” 

He isn’t that stupid... It’s just that alcohol clouds his thinking. 

Sanji and Nami have to punch him and get him back to his right senses, but in the end, it all works out. 

Rice balls, your favourite dessert, and, of course, sake. All while looking at the stars from the crow’s nest. You lean on his chest while he hugs you from behind. No words are needed; his touch and love are all you need. 

It isn’t until you feel his lips travelling down your neck, sucking on the skin, that you remember that drunk Zoro tends to be more handsy than sober Zoro. 

Your face is squished against the cold wood, your hands barely able to keep you in place, but that’s the last thing on your mind. His thrusts are brutal, unforgiving. Your juices spill down your cunt and his cock and land on the floor. Screams and cries of pleasure fall from the window, alerting the crew and any other ships near you. And Zoro couldn’t feel any prouder. 

“You like it rough, don’t you, woman.” He says as he takes a sip from the sake bottle. 

“Mmhm,” you nod, “yes, Zoro, please fuck me harder”, you whine. 

He laughs, but gives it to you, “You are such a whore for my cock.”  

His balls slap against your clitoris, your boobs bounce at his rhythm, and your hips bruise from his hard grip. His cock stretches and moulds your insides with every stroke; you have never been able to get used to his size, and you are sure you never will. Tan, long, thick, with multiple veins running across it, and a bulbous tip. You have explored it with every inch of your mouth and cunt; you are completely in love with his cock, and Zoro knows it. 

His hands spread your cheeks, watching the way his dick goes in and out of your sweet cunt, a white, milky ring around every time it comes out. 

“Tightest fucking cunt,” he moans. His dirty mouth is always what drives you crazy, he’s got no shame and no regard, speaking freely of how he feels or likes about fucking you, “you gonna make me cum, baby? Want me to fill you up?” 

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Zoro. Please cum inside me.” 

“Don’t worry, girl. I’m gonna fuck you full.” 

His pace quickens, his hips moving with purpose. At this point, you can barely gasp his name; your head filled with only air and him. Your fingers press on your clit, your legs quiver and clench, desperate for release. 

“Come on, woman. Cum on my cock.” 

Your legs give out, but his hands are there to support you. He pulls you and presses you against his chest, continuing to move his hips as you chase your high. Your clit is beyond sensitive and exhausted, but the look he gives you is enough to fire you back up. 

“I’m not done with you.” 

The next day, while you can barely walk, he’s training his heart out. 

You sit next to Robin and Usopp, your head lying on the table as you groan from your tensed muscles. 

“Rough night?” Robin teases. 

“More like he gave it to her, rough,” Usopp adds. 

You feel like dying from embarrassment and tiredness. 

Robin just laughs behind her hand. 

Sanji 

The absolute master when it comes to romantic holidays 

He’s been preparing himself for this date for months (mentally for years, but no one must know that) 

Buying the finest ingredients at every island the crew stops, spending his entire share of money in things he knows you’d love and that remind him of you. 

In a calendar, he crosses out each day, getting closer and closer to the fateful date (Zoro makes fun of him every morning, and that’s the first fight of the day for both) 

Makes a list of everything he plans on cooking, decorating and doing for you and the crew (well..., more like you and the girls) 

The night before, make sure to secure the fridge with what appears to be a thousand locks and traps. Luffy still tries, but the sea stone chains seem to do the trick (thank gods) 

When the morning finally arrives, you find the cutest outfit hanging on the door, courtesy of your boyfriend’s money and Nami’s fashion input. 

And Sanji between your legs.  

He couldn’t help himself; he just had to have dessert first. 

“Sanji!” Your nerves and senses are just waking up, but you can feel every single stroke from his mouth. He alternates from sucking on your clit, humming around the little bud, and swiping his tongue up and down your entrance, licking and thrusting himself inside you. 

“Good morning, my love.” He pulls away for just a second, giving you a bright smile. His lower face is covered in your slick; the view makes you clench. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” 

You open your mouth to answer, but only a moan escapes it. Sanji’s fingers were unforgiving in their pace, looking for that tender place inside of you. 

“You look absolutely beautiful, mon amour.” He mumbles against your core before diving back in. 

Sanji is no messy eater. He’s careful, precise and romantic; he knows your body better than he knows his own. You are a delicacy and deserve to be eaten as such. 

You grip and pull on the sheets, your legs tremble and close around his head, and your teeth break the skin of your lips, trying to conceal your moans so as not to wake up the rest of the crew. 

“Please, please, please, Sanji...” you beg, but he’s giving you everything and more. 

“Come on, my love. Give it to me, cum on my mouth.” He says against your lips, his tongue coming out to give a long lick on the underside of your clitoris. 

One of your hands comes up and pulls on your nipples while the other pulls on his hair, your head is thrown back, and you lift your hips off the bed. The chef is immensely enamoured with the view, his hips thrusting and humping against your bedding, trying to relieve some of the tension. 

“Cum, baby, please, cum for me.” 

And you do. The knot finally snaps, and your juices fly out of you, his face and the bed getting covered in them. His hand quickly moves to your clit, rapidly flicking it to prolong your pleasure. 

“Yes, yes, just like that, baby. Thank you, my sweet.” 

After that wonderful wake-up, he brings you breakfast in bed and continues doting on you. 

(By the way, Luffy is quite annoyed at the fact that only you get to have breakfast in bed.) 

Ace 

He’s somewhat prepared. 

He asked Thatch to teach him how to make a cake, but he figured if the cake took forty-five minutes at 175 °C to bake, then he could just triple the temperature, and that would lessen the time. With his Devil Fruit, that would be easy enough, right? 

Well, a burnt kitchen, a punch to the head and a visit to Marco made it clear that no, that wasn’t the way. 

One burnt cake and a lot of begging later, Ace found himself with a perfectly good cake. One, he had to fight the urge not to shove it down his throat. 

Izou was also nice enough to help him choose a lipstick for you. Ace was quite hesitant to ask him for help (since you still harbour a crush on the older commander), but the wanojin was a gentleman about it. Or at least, he tried. 

“I think this one will look nice on her, Ace,” Izou said, handing him the small tub. 

“Thanks, man.” He put on his backpack. 

“Sure. I’m sure she will look just as gorgeous as that night...” The samurai teased. 

“Okay, okay, man. Fuck off.” 

That night you had eaten cake, drank sake, laughed, danced and kissed by the light of the moon and the ease of the sea. The world seemed to disappear when it's just the two of you. 

You were elated and so, so grateful for your boyfriend, and you needed to thank him, repay him for such a date. 

A lightbulb went off. 

“Oh gods, baby girl.” Ace moaned, leaning back against the ship’s mast. 

You moved your head back and forth, lips wrapped around his thick cock, tongue tracing the underside. Your eyes firm on his, tearful from when you’d gag. 

His tongue traced his lips, then his teeth bit them, moans, cries and promises came out of them. He’d give you world, sun, moon and stars, whatever you want, just please, please suck him deeper. 

“Fuck, I fucking love your mouth, baby.” He let out a pleased laugh. 

Relaxing your throat, you took him deeper. Your jaw protesting, your breathing heavy and laboured, cheeks covered in tears, and you fighting back on your gag reflex, but you loved every second of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

You moaned around him, sending shivers down his spine. Then, you pulled away, gasping for air, your hand quick to replace your mouth. Saliva dripped down his shaft, your lips and hands, but you didn’t care. Your hand tightened around his length, jerking him just like he likes it. Your lips wrapped around the head, sucking and licking it, next your tongue travels up and down the rest of his dick. 

“You are so fucking good, so fucking good.” He groans. His fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer to him. His hips move involuntarily, thrusting inside your mouth. His skin feels warmer than usual, and you know he’s losing control of his powers. 

You pull him out and spit on it, your hand focusing on the tip, “cum in my mouth, Ace.” 

He looks down at you and moans loudly. He absolutely loves cumming inside your mouth; it’s his second favourite thing. 

You show him your tongue, slapping his cock against, “please, please daddy, cum in my mouth.” Your eyes beg for it. 

His breathing grows heavier, his abs contract, his neck and face are pink-tinted and sweat runs down his freckles. One of his hands runs over his hair, pulling on it while the other caresses the back of yours. His hips move desperately; he can feel it, it’s coming. 

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum, baby girl.” He moans. 

You suck harder, faster. You need it. 

He fucks your mouth with such fervour you know there will be a bruise at the back of it, but you don’t care. 

“Fuck!” Spurts of his thick seed fill your mouth; his grip tightens on your hair, and hearts cover your eyes. Ace cumming is the most beautiful view in the world. Drowsy eyes, plumped, bitten lips, blushed, freckled cheeks and chest and the sweetest, hottest smile in the world. 

Ace went about his day as any other, happy and blissful from last night's events, oblivious to someone’s eyes. 

“’s a good, it was me who was on night watch and not Pops, right Acey?” 

The freckled went stiff, turning to the man watching him on the side. Izou. Izou with the biggest smile on his face. 

Law 

Sucks at romance and anything love-related but know he’s trying. He’s just stupid. 

Sachi and Penguin desperately try to help, but he quickly realises that even if those two get laid, it does not mean they know jack shit about love. 

(Dear gods, what would Cora-san do?) 

(Trip downstairs and light himself on fire probably, but with a bouquet of roses in hand nonetheless) 

So, Ikakku and Bepo are his best bets on that ship. 

Law may be a great captain, surgeon and pirate, and he happens to be hot, but my gods is he dumb. 

“Captain, you’ve been dating her for months; you cannot be this clueless.” Ikkaku groans. 

Law pouts and crosses his arms over his chest, looking away. Just like a small child, “I fail to see what’s wrong with my idea.” 

“Looking around for and classifying coins is not a date, Captain,” Bepo says, trying not to cry from the absurdity of the plan. 

“To me it is.” The surgeon grumbles. 

He and the polar bear plan and coordinate to stop at an island so you can have a date. Everything's been carefully examined and detailed to Law’s standards, but when does life ever go his way? 

That morning, he finds out the fucking Marine has completely taken over the island and its perimeters, so you had to change course immediately. The nearest island is two days away. Well, fuck. 

He’s pulling his hair out from the stress, barking orders around and hysterically looking for an idea. 

“Law?” You poke your head inside his office. His eyes are scanning every romance novel on the ship, but he finds nothing; all of them end in suicide. He just might... 

“Law.” You try again, this time stepping in. A tray in your hands. Two cups of tea, a candle, some matches, and two cups of instant noodles. 

His heart instantly churns at the sight. Of course, you had been the only one to pull something together. He can’t help but think you deserve better. 

“Love...” He’s out of words, the anxiety and exhaustion of the date finally catching up to him. 

“Bepo told me. Do not stress about it, babe. Happy Valentine’s Day.” You leaned down, kissing his cheek. 

Law groans, that wide mouth bear. 

The rest of the evening is spent with you sitting on his legs, sipping tea, recounting old tales and discussing various themes, and you love every second of it. 

Law is bad with feelings or words, but he knows there are other ways. 

“Law!” Your nails scratch his back, leaving angry red marks over the Jolly Roger tattooed on his skin. 

But he can’t seem to care less; his hips continue their assault on your cunt. His lips whisper sins against your ear, his hands grip on your hips, pull you closer and prevent you from slipping away from the pleasure only he can give you, “feel good, sweetheart? Do you like the way my cock’s so deep inside you?” 

You are long gone. Two orgasms with his fingers, one with his tongue, and now chasing another with his member, knocking on your cervix. Your mouth only knows his name, and your eyes gloss from the sight of him. His eyes dazed, passion and lust fill them, his eyebrows furrow and his lips open and close with every thrust. Moans and groans end up in your neck, along with some hickies. 

Law usually doesn’t allow himself to lose control like this, but he figures today is a special date. Sex tonight is loud, messy, and raw. He hasn’t felt this alive in years. 

His pace quickens, his rhythm grows desperate with every second, and the idea of you cum around his cock is the only thing on his mind. 

“Harder, faster, more, more, more, Law!” You don’t know what else you are asking for, but you can feel yourself hanging over the edge, just a bit more. 

And it's like he knows, his fingers press on your clit, drawing circles on top of it, that’s enough. You cum around his cock with a gasp and trembling, but he doesn’t relent. Your nerves cry in overstimulation, but Law is not done, not until he feels you again. 

“You are going to give me another one.” He declares. His hips don’t stop, and neither do his fingers and mouth. 

“’s too much...” you whine, throwing your head back and pushing against his chest. But he doesn’t allow you to run away. 

“One more, give me one more. Milk my cock, love.” His words are getting crasser, nastier, and that’s how you know Law’s head is filled with pleasure just as much as yours. 

“Law!” You cry out. 

“One more, one more...” He continues saying. Even if his cum drips down your cunt and legs, even if it can’t fit anymore inside of you. 

The next morning is payback for keeping the crew awake the entire night. 

“My gods, if you two are going to be that loud and nasty, at least have the decency to invite me, even if it's to watch,” Shachi says, while drinking his coffee, a smile on his face and dark bags under his eyes. 

“Shachi!” Law scolds him. 

Sabo 

You firmly believe there’s nothing hotter than a revolutionary. 

Sabo is that in the complete sense of the word. Dauntless, radical, rebel, mighty, strategic. His sense of justice took your breath away the second he opened his heart and mouth. 

And while your boyfriend is all that, he’s also a clueless idiot whose head is filled with food, his brothers, Dragon..., and, of course, you. 

It’s up to Koala and Ivankov to help him not disappoint his girlfriend on such a day. 

“You may be chief of staff, but you are also so unbelievably stupid it almost hurts, Sabo-kun,” Ivankov says as they arrange a beautiful bouquet of flowers. 

Koala nods as she watches him write a letter for you (that actually was his idea, but she left a big bump on his forehead just so he didn’t forget to do it.) “I know, I know.” He laughs but is secretly scared of receiving another “reminder” from his best friend. 

Dinner, flowers, gifts, the letter and a walk along Ivankov’s island’s beach. Quite the date if you were to ask Sabo, yet he couldn’t help but feel like something was once missing. 

Ah, right. 

Your thighs are burning from the motion, your knees crying from the sand that’s digging itself onto your skin, but you don’t dare stop. For his pleasure, and, selfishly, mostly for yours. His cock is hitting right on the spot, your entire body shivering in delight and encouraging you to go harder. Your hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled and stained, panties pushed to the side, tits popping out of your dress, and his pants pulled down just below his waist. 

Sabo is lying on the sand, arms behind his head and a bright smile on his face, biting his lips sometimes, moaning freely. The view is simply immaculate. You, jumping on top of him, choking his cock as your life depended on it, your tits bounce deliciously, and the ethereal look on your face is the most gorgeous you’ve ever looked. Using him for your own pleasure, he won’t complain about it. 

“Come on, baby. Give it to me harder, I know you want to.” His words rile you up, making you clench harder around him. 

“Oh gods, Sabo!” You close your eyes and scream, as nobody can hear you. And if anyone does, your boyfriend doesn’t care. 

He lifts one of his hands, “Slap!”, a hard smack against your bottom. 

You cry out, loving the pain, craving more of it, “Yes, please, please, more” 

He lands an even harder slap, “You like that, baby? You like being treated like a slut?” 

Your muscles are begging you to stop, but you can’t, you won’t, “Yes, Sabo!” 

“Who do you belong to?” Smack! 

“You!” 

Smack! “Who?” 

“Sabo!” Tears spill down your face, euphoria crawling all over your body. 

“Louder!” Smack! 

“Sabo!” It was simply too much. Your climax exploded between the two of you, head spinning, vision blurred, your legs shaking, and finally giving out, making you fall on top of him. You pressed yourself closer to his neck and cried out when his hips continued where you left off. 

“The island is big, Sabo; you guys didn’t have to fuck twenty feet away from the base,” Dragon said, pressing his hand against his eyelids, exasperated. 

“Ah, young love.” Ivankov laughed. 

[inkiedraws]

I refuse to die until they finally meet Strawhats.

[gav-san]

I think a large part of this fandom feels the same way 😭

[beif0ngs]

when you and your Captain hit the same 😐

[syles-off-duty]

"You're not done"

Zoro x f!reader

Art by Ishi

A/n: Zoro crack fic. 0 braincells. okay my boards are in 2 months and I will be FREE after that (more or less) so until then, expect random stories from my vault of drafts. maybe some shorter form stuff if I get confident to post it... as always thanks for reading :-)

Cw: NSFW, no plot, rough sex, multiple orgasms, cream pie

You barely heard the door shut behind him.

What you did hear was the slow, heavy tread of boots across the old wooden planks. Each step creaked deliberately on the old wood, impossible to ignore, as if he wanted you to feel him coming. You turned around and—

Zoro was already on you.

One strong hand fisted in your hair, tight. The other gripped your jaw and shoved you back against the wall so hard the perpetually damp timber groaned. His face hovered inches from yours, breath warm and heavy with sake, voice low and grated. “You’ve got a fuckin’ mouth on you.”

Your pulse spiked hard under the pad of his thumb. He felt it and smirked, dark satisfaction flashing in his eye.

“Didn’t know ‘sensei’ was code for ‘choke me out and fuck me senseless,’” he growled, dragging one thick thigh between your legs and pressing the meat of his quad firmly against the seam of your crotch. “But I learn fast.”

You squirmed, trying to gain some control, but he only ground his thigh harder against you, the rough denim of your shorts dragging perfectly over your swollen clit. The sudden, direct friction made your head spin. “You like that?” he muttered noticing your gaze waver, voice dropping an octave lower. “Already soaked through fer me, huh?”

He seized both your wrists in one hand and pinned them high above your head. The other undid your shorts and shoved them down without ceremony. You gasped when your panties went with them, the air cool against your wet folds. He snarled. “Fuckin’ needy, aren’t you…”

His fingers found you immediately. Rough and calloused from years of sword work, yet devastatingly skilled, he was merciless. He circled your clit with slow, deliberate strokes, then gathered your slick and spread it over every sensitive inch again and again, teasing you until your hips jerked uncontrollably into his hand.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he breathed against your ear, lips brushing the shell. “All that sharp tongue and bratty attitude… and you’ve been fantasizing about me bending you over since the first damn day.”

A broken whimper slipped from your throat.

Zoro chuckled. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Without any warning he pushed two thick fingers deep inside you, sinking to the knuckle in one smooth thrust. Your back arched hard against the wall as a loud moan tore through the quiet, candle-lit cabin.

“Shit,” he muttered, eyes locked on your face, drinking in every flicker of pleasure. “That feel good, baby?”

You nodded frantically, breathlessly.

His voice turned commanding. “Use your fuckin’ words then.” He curled his fingers and thrust them harder, stroking that perfect spot inside you. “Tell me who’s got you like this.”

“Y'— Z-Zoro— fuck, i-it’s you—”

His grin sharpened, hungry and satisfied with how pliant you'd become in his hands.

Then he dropped to his knees.

He never released your wrists. Never even pulled his fingers out. He simply moved in and hooked one of your legs over his broad shoulder, the proceeded to bury his mouth between your thighs. Bury it.

His tongue dragged through your folds like a man dying of thirst, nose pressed firm against your clit while his fingers kept curling and stroking, demanding everything from you. He drank every drop that cascaded down his fingers, moaning and smacking his lips loudly as he worked you open on his hand.

The first orgasm hit you like a breaking wave, almost pulling you completely under. Your vision blurred black and your moan finally broke into the sob you had been holding back. You didn’t even know how you were still standing.

Zoro didn’t stop.

He kept licking, sucking, devouring you through every shudder. His tongue worked relentlessly while his fingers pumped deeper, drawing out wave after wave until your legs trembled violently and your voice broke into hiccuping, shattered sounds. You begged — gasped his name, pleaded for air, for mercy — but he only growled against your soaked flesh and kept going.

Only after your second climax ripped through you, thighs clamped desperately around his head and mouth open in a silent scream, did he finally pull back.

He rose slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Not even winded. You, meanwhile, were a trembling wrung-out mess, barely holding yourself up against the wall.

He stood at his full height, looking down at you for a heartbeat before planting a hand on the wall right next to your head. He leaned his weight into it, trapping you under his chest. The proximity was suffocating; you could feel the heat radiating off his skin and the faint, metallic scent of swords and sweat. He dipped his chin, his mouth brushing the sensitive skin right under your jaw as a silent promise of what would happen if you collapsed.

​“You gonna stay standing?” he muttered, leaning back over you, tongue dragging hot over your throat. “Or am I carrying you the rest of the way?”

You whimpered something that could’ve been a plea, or a curse, it didn’t matter anymore. Your voice was wrecked.

Zoro’s low, mean chuckle sent fresh heat pooling in your belly. “Good.”

In one effortless motion he scooped you up and slammed you down onto the bed. You landed flat on your back, shirt rucked halfway up your ribs, soaked panties still twisted around one ankle. You tried to sit up—

Zoro shoved you back down with one hand.

He stood over you, wide enough to fill your view, cropped green hair backlit by the low lantern light, chest rising and rippling in slow, predatory breaths. His head tilted slightly as he studied you.

“You look good like that,” he murmured.

You swallowed hard.

He reached for his waistband and pulled it loose in one smooth motion.

His thick cock sprang free and bobbed once before settling upright, so hard it looked almost painful. It was flushed dark and heavy with need, and it was fucking massive. Possibly thicker than your forearm and almost just as long.

You stared, breath catching in your throat. You had known he would be big. You had imagined it more times than you cared to admit.

But this… This was going to break you.

Zoro crawled over you, all broad shoulders and tan muscled skin, his mouth claiming your throat in hard, possessive kisses. His voice came out as a low growl against your skin. “You’ve got one chance to tap out, sweetheart.”

You gasped as he lined himself up. The unyielding head of his cock pressed slick and hot against your entrance, resting there, teasing, threatening, giving you just a moment to feel how much he was about to give you.

You looked up into his eye.

And smiled.

“Too late.”

His grin turned feral, sharp with triumph. “Yeah. That’s what I fucking thought.”

He slammed inside you with one brutal thrust.

The stretch tore a raw scream from your throat, not purely from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming fullness from just taking half. But he wasn't finished with just that, oh no. He didn’t pause for even a moment to give you time to adjust. He just drove deeper and deeper until his hips met your ass, bottoming out completely and leaving you breathless and stuffed.

You were ruined.

Claimed from the inside out.

He groaned low and animalistic, like burying himself inside you was the only relief he’d had all week. “Fuck… Tight lil' cunt’s already clenching down like you wanna keep me here.”

You couldn’t answer. You could barely comprehend the sensations overtaking your body. He was so deep it felt like each grind of his hips molded the inside of you to his shape even further. Your mouth hung open and breathless, back arched sharply off the bed. Your hands scrabbled desperately at his arms for something solid to hold onto as the overwhelming surrender crashed through you.

Zoro didn’t slow.

His hips snapped forward again and again, fucking you hard into the mattress like he had a personal vendetta. Each powerful thrust dragged a broken moan from your lips and sent sparks exploding behind your eyes.

“You’re takin’ it,” he growled, eyes locked on your face as he watched you fall apart beneath him. “All that bratty mouth earlier, and now you’re just moanin’ like a whore for me. That it? That what you needed?”

You tried to nod, head lolling weakly to the side. Tears blurred your lashes as your fingers twisted desperately into the sheets at your sides.

He leaned down close, sweat-slick skin pressing against yours. “You’re not done.”

Without warning he grabbed your legs and folded you in half, ankles over his shoulders, hips lifted off the bed. The new angle let him sink even deeper, hitting spots that made you cry out sharply with every thrust. Tears poured freely from the corners of your eyes now, pleasure bordering on too much.

Zoro didn’t stop. He watched you. Studied you as if he was memorizing every perfect twitch of your face and every broken mewl his cock drew out.

“Yeah,” he panted, voice rough with effort. “Just like that. Cum again. Lemme feel it.”

You shattered hard around him before you could even stop it. It was a whole body convulsion, your walls pulsing violently as the orgasm tore through you like lightning. Toes curled so hard they cramped. Vision whited out and fading to black.

You thought he might finally slow down or stop.

He didn’t.

He growled and snapped his hips harder instead. “Two more. You’ve got two more in you.”

You whimpered, voice wrecked. “I—I can’t—”

He wrapped one hand lightly around your throat, grounding you back in reality. “You can.”

His other hand dropped between your bodies, rubbing fast, rough circles over your abused clit. You wailed, thighs thrashing uselessly as you tried to twist away from the overwhelming pleasure. He held you pinned and fucked you straight through another screaming orgasm, and then another, until your mind went hazy and your body felt soft and molten.

Only then did he finally let himself go.

He buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, spilling deep inside you in thick, hot bursts. His face pressed into the curve of your throat as his body slammed against yours one final time.

You collapsed back, limp and trembling beneath him.

Zoro caught you, holding you close while still buried deep inside. One hand stayed possessively clamped on your ass, the other tangled in your damp hair. He pressed a slow, heavy kiss to the underside of your jaw.

For a moment you thought it was over.

You felt him shift off you—muscle, sweat, and the rest of his mass—and relief flickered through your exhausted mind. Maybe he’d finally let you rest.

Dumbly, with limbs shaking like you’d fought for hours, you slid one hand under you and tried to push yourself up with a quiet exhale.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

The voice dropped like a physical weight, a simmering rumble that pinned you to the mattress.

You froze.

But your hips had already lifted off the bed. That was all the invitation he needed.

Suddenly Zoro was above you again, strong hands grabbing your waist and dragging you back down the bed like prey before flipping you onto your stomach. Your knees hit the mattress with a whimper as he yanked your hips up high.

“Thought you could just crawl away?” he huffed, grinding the thick, still-hard length of his cock between your ass cheeks. “After teasing me all night? After getting stuffed full and crying for more?”

You tried to answer, but you never got the chance.

He shoved back inside you in one wet thrust, punching the air from your lungs. The new angle was devastating. His cock slid even deeper, relentlessly hitting exactly where it hurt so good your eyes rolled back into their sockets.

“No,” he hissed, voice low and vicious. “You don’t fucking leave this bed until I say you do.”

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back hard. Words dissolved into a faint whimper. All that was left of your defiance was the wide, trembling look in your eyes and the wet tracks of tears spilling over your heated, ruined skin.

His hot breath brushed your ear. “I want you face down, moaning into my sheets like the good little brat you are.”

You whimpered helplessly.

You didn’t try to crawl away again.

Zoro bent over your back, cock slamming into you with hard, monstrous strokes while sweat dripped from his chest onto your spine. He whispered against your ear like he owned every breath you took.

“You feel that?”

Another punishing thrust. You cried out.

“That’s me. In your stomach.”

He pressed his palm flat against your lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock moving inside you, and groaned through his teeth.

“You’re gonna take all of it,” he promised smugly. “Gonna feel me dripping out of you for the rest of the fuckin’ week.”

You clenched hard around him.

He snarled—actually snarled—and fucked you even harder. The rhythm turned completely punishing. Your hands clawed at the sheets. Your mouth stuck open on a never-ending moan, spilling wrecked sounds and desperate sobs.

“You like that?” he grunted. “Like being fucked dumb on my cock? Thought you were so smart, baby. Thought you could play me.”

You tried to say his name. It came out pathetic and broken.

He didn’t slow.

His hand slipped down again, rubbing your clit with light, fast circles until you were screaming for him loudly, no doubt waking up the nearby crew. He grabbed your throat from behind, bent over you, voice thick and close.

“Cum for me,” he growled. “One more. Let me feel you milk my cock.”

You did.

You screamed.

You shattered completely.

And this time, he came with you — buried to the hilt, shuddering, his teeth finding your shoulder hard enough to bruise as he spent himself inside you.

You went boneless.

He caught you before you could go anywhere, one arm locking across your chest, dragging you back into the curve of him. Still seated in you, the pulse of him fading slow as your own heartbeat tried to find its rhythm.

You were twitching against your will. Oversensitive and wet in ways that should have embarrassed you, except you didn't have the spine for embarrassment anymore.

He'd fucked it out of you.

Zoro pressed his mouth to the back of your neck, absolutely unhurried.

Then his lips moved to your ear.

"Don't fall asleep."

You whimpered. It came out smaller than you intended.

He rolled his hips once, just once, slow and so deliberate it felt less like motion and more like a reminder.

"You're not done."

[miichiyochin]

[miichiyochin]

bites

[miichiyochin]

if

[miichiyochin]

lolesports AU