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Maybe I request Luffy x reader smut… he eats you out. Luffy seems like a muncher

a.n: Thanks for the request! I love how we as a fandom collectively agree that Luffy loves to eat someone out. It's AMAZING but i'll do us one better as well: Luffy NOT ONLY loves oral but he's a good listener while he does it HELLO. Sorry for the delay I’ve had writers block for DAYS.

Added more than just oral since I know for a fact he would not just end there. So it’s full on smut friend.

You can submit a request here

Body Language: Luffy x AFAB!reader

Luffy missed you so he snuck into your sleeping quarters to be with you. Next thing you know, he's eating you out for the first time plus some more.

rating: Smut. Minors DNI

warning: Oral sex (eating out), mention of fingering leading to intercourse (d in v) that results in biting and marking. kind of rough but not intentionally.

word count: 5.0k+

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Listening to your body was your biggest strength. 

When it came down to taking care of yourself, knowing your limits, your likes and dislikes, you learned a long time ago how to accommodate your own needs. Unapologetically, one of those non-negotiables was sleep. Especially out on the sea, where chaos had a habit of blooming without warning with a crew like the Strawhats, you always expected trouble every second of the day. It was only natural that you began settling into your sleeping quarters long before the rest of the crew did on the Thousand Sunny.

Zoro had teased you relentlessly when you first joined, calling you boring, that you were lame for checking in early. However, his words never bothered you. You liked the silence and isolation that it brought. The quiet hum of the ship at night felt like a lullaby, one that soothed nerves worn thin by battle and sea spray. While the others laughed and argued on deck, you slipped into routines that felt grounding. You were usually the first to shower, letting the warm water wash the salt from your skin. You lathered yourself with oils and lotions collected from passing islands, scents that reminded you of places you might never return to. Then you would curl up with one of Robin’s books, the soft weight of a blanket pulled to your chin, and let yourself rest.

That night had been no different. 

You had already changed into your set sleepwear, hair still faintly damp, book resting open on your chest as your eyes fluttered closed. The grave mistake of reading and laying down on your side, your eyes started to droop midread. The ship creaked gently around you, the world narrowing to the quiet rhythm of your breathing. There was a fuzziness that utterly coated over you, your body slipping into sleep. 

Then your door opened. It was just a soft, careful creak that lingered in, like someone trying very hard not to be noticed.

You stirred, half-awake, expecting perhaps Nami or Robin finally coming to bed. Instead, the mattress dipped right behind you. The warmth settled in, arms wrapping around you without hesitation. There was an elastic and intimate feel, pulling your back against a solid chest. You inhaled sharply, your senses snapping awake as a familiar scent surrounded you: rubber with a hint of sea salt. Unmistakably Luffy. 

“Luffy?” you whispered, confusion threading through your voice but it came out like a small croak. Simply, your captain released a hum, already comfortable as his body sank against yours. His chin found its home against your shoulder as if he had always belonged there. As of lately, he had. The last few months, you found yourself in this unexpected tangible relationship with Luffy. 

It wasn’t intentional. Rather, it was an accident that just turned into routine with each other. One night after having too much sake, you found yourself in a situation with Luffy that was hard to turn away from: locking lips with your captain in the shadows. The first time, it was a sloppy mess in the best way, one that certainly made you view him differently. It was a kiss full of laughter in between moans and apologies, teeth and tongue knocking into each other, just the right amount of fluttering between your legs. Luffy was incredibly selfish when he kissed you, constantly greedy about how close he needed to be with you. And just like everything he got himself involved in, Luffy took control. Forward and deep, chaotic in a way that was intoxicating. Since then, it was evident that he would look for you when he was hungry for kisses and you melted every single time. However, it never went as far as kissing and groping. 

You twisted just enough to look at him, eyes adjusting to the dim lantern glow from your attempt to read. He was grinning, straw hat discarded somewhere on the floor, eyes bright with a kind of pleased relief.

“What are you doing here?” you asked quietly. “Everyone’s still awake.”

“I know,” he said simply, tightening his hold like the statement settled something in him. Your heart stuttered but your body simply adjusted to face him more. He was so close, his nose close to yours. He was smiling but his eyes seemed low, as if the food that rested in his belly was making him sleepy. It didn’t help that he was in between fluffy blankets on a proper bed. The girls always had larger beds in their quarters and it was ten times more comfortable, especially when he was close enough to bite you. His head slipped into the space of your neck. He nuzzled your skin, your skin immediately growing hot. 

“You…You know Nami and Robin can come in any second.” You whispered, your hands eventually trailing around his neck. Your arms embraced him completely, your body melting against his.

“Yeah, so?” he replied matter of factly. 

“So,” you repeated, incredulously, “They’ll see you in my bed.”

“Yeah,” he said again, unbothered. “I’m not hidin’.”

“That’s not the point.”

“You always go to bed early. I wanted to be with you. It’s no fun without you there..” Luffy nuzzled closer, his lips rubbing against the skin of your neck as he spoke. His legs tangled with yours, entirely unbothered by your growing bewilderment. You shifted slightly, heart thudding too loud in your ears. This was new. Not the closeness, not the familiarity. You and Luffy had been like this, limbs overlapping, space nonexistent. Somewhere along the line, affection had blurred into something warmer, something shared quietly in stolen moments while sailing through the New World. Friends who crossed lines but never named them. He pulled away from your neck to look at you, wanting to see you more. He frowned slightly, his brows furrowing in that way he did when things didn’t immediately make sense. You could almost see the gears grinding. Then his expression smoothed, something softer taking its place. For some reason, when he was alone with you, his child-like nature shimmered down. He seemed sincere in a forward way, still staying true to himself but a clear development of wanting to keep you comfortable. However, he still held mischief in his heart, he still liked to see you flustered. 

“You smell nice, like, really sweet,” he said as his smile expanded to a larger grin. Your breath caught. Before you could respond, before you could argue or explain or push him away to get him out of your bed, he leaned forward. His hand cupped your jaw with surprising gentleness, thumb brushing your cheek. His lips met yours, warm and certain, like he had already decided he was going to staying with you in your bed that very night. Your protest died before it ever reached your tongue.

 The kiss held that usual hunger, the deepness that leaned into your body as he normally did. His tongue carelessly entered your mouth and found yours, your chest heaving in response. His mouth moved against yours with quiet confidence, and you melted despite yourself, fingers curling into his loose vest. His hands trailed down to his favorite part of you: your thighs. With a firm grasp, he gripped around the fat and pulled this up towards his side, allowing your leg to rest on his skin. It was like he didn’t care that the world outside your door existed, as if no one would walk in. Like the only thing that mattered was the warmth between you, the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. The heat between your legs began to surge, your heart pounding faster as his lips slipped from your mouth to your neck. 

The one thing you realized about Luffy when you two began this endeavor was that he surprisingly listened to you. The very first time he kissed your neck, he instinctively bit it hard like he was actually trying to eat you in the heat of the moment. When you yelped and guided him, letting him know how it hurt, he looked at you as if he was learning something new in training. You only ever had to tell him to bite you gently once and he never bit you as hard again. Not unless you told him to. The years of training under Rayleigh taught him when to listen when he truly wanted to learn something new for someone or something he cared about. That habit naturally carried over when the Straw Hats reunited, at least when he saw fit. 

Luffy’s mouth softly bit your shoulder, his tongue licking the skin beneath it in between bites. The heat that rested between your thighs climbed to your stomach, allowing a moan to escape softly from your lips. He never seemed embarrassed of anything, especially when it came to you and your body. He never seemed flustered and probably because for Luffy, in the same way as eating, hearing you whimper and squirm gave him satisfaction and wanted more each time. Your mind began to wonder, the lust piling in your chest desired more. You needed him in the way you two never tried. Half because you were nervous, the other half because you weren’t sure how much Luffy knew or didn’t know. Just as your head was in the clouds, Luffy’s body began grinding against yours. There was a hardness that made you gasp into his ear, a small station of breath only for him. His crotch rubbed right on yours, your leg that was raised on his side squeezed against him instinctively. 

“Mmm, you taste good.” He hummed against your neck. You melted against his breath, the heat between you two becoming unbearable for you. The desire blossomed and boomed, his hips buckled and a groan to which you never heard him let go slipped. It almost sounded like a whimper, a plea as he pushed further against your clothing. 

“You have no idea what you’re saying,” You exhaled out as your hands lingered in his hair. The hardness that pushed through his shorts teased you. An urge so prominent that it ached you and you felt yourself become desperate. He pulled away from you and gave you a confused expression. He was so precious, his eyes practically sparkled when he looked at you even when he was oblivious. 

“Whatcha talkin’ about. I’m literally tastin’ you right now and you’re pretty tasty to me!” Luffy laughed out loudly to which your hand shot up to his mouth, trying to prevent his chuckles from leaving the bedroom. You shook your head as you scoffed, a giggle following right behind it. He moved his hips again, a gasp fleeing your mouth. Your fingers that sat on his mouth pressed down out of instinct. The way Luffy looked at you seemed like a haze. He looked like he was starving behind your hand, his eyes staring between your lips and your neck but he kept snickering here and there. Suddenly, his mouth opened slightly and your fingers slipped into his mouth. With a sly series of chuckles, Luffy began to suck on two of your fingers. The taste of your skin was something he enjoyed, especially when he knew you would get all red in the face like an apple. This time, however, there was a look in your eyes he never witnessed before. Mouth agape, your chest heaving with a heaviness that seemed serious. And that's when you said it: 

“Want to really taste me?” You didn’t even think about what came out of your mouth, not even registering the words nor their depth. Luffy nodded his head with an eagerness that was trifling. You stood very still for a moment. You weren’t so sure if you two were ready for this, let alone if you felt confident enough to strip. But your hands moved on their own. Slowly, your hand moved away from his lips, slipping out of his mouth. They snuck their way down to the sides of your pajama pants. Luffy shifted his body away from you, trying to understand what you were trying to do. He pushed himself up to face you on his knees, his body slightly towering over you. His head tilted briefly to the side as you slipped your pajama pants down and then, eventually, your panties. When your hands flicked the clothing to the side, your legs stayed open just ever so slightly. Luffy wasn’t entirely oblivious to what you were attempting but he looked at you with shock since neither of you tried this with each other. In fact, his expression softened as he looked at you with furrowed brows, his tongue licking his lips briefly. Still, as he looked at you, only the slightest hue of red coated his cheeks. When it came to naked bodies, it never seemed to phase him. However, when it came to you, it was something he didn’t realize impacted him. He felt hot, bothered to the point his hands tugged at the waist band of his shorts. An impatience swelled in him, the same way he got when Sanji was taking too long to make him his meal. 

“You could really taste me down here,” you said as your legs opened a little further. Your words came out shy and breathless. For a moment, you thought he was going to stay still but he sank right in. He was almost animalistic, the eagerness over taking him just like everything he consumed. His hands pushed your legs apart selfishly, his head lowering between your thighs. His mouth landed on the part of you that was the most sensitive. His tongue slipped between the wetness of your folds, a deepened breath taken in as he did so. His tongue swirled around and over your clit, rough and hard.

He was sloppy and fast, overwhelming you with the suddenness. There was a mixture of hums and groans that came from him as his eyes shut tightly, his hands gripping the outer parts of your thighs. Without warning, his grip around your thighs became painful, his fingers becoming rough against your skin. One of your hands went on his head, giving a slight push to make him halt. His eyes fluttered open and he lifted his mouth off of you. His face was glistening from you, from both the soaking sap you gave him and the pink hue that now painted his face more than you never saw from him. He looked at you, deprived, a look that was begging for more. 

“You okay?” Luffy stummered. It was almost like he was intoxicated but at the same time, impatient to go back to what he had started. You needed to speak but the quivering of your legs caught you off guard. The pain radiated from your skin, a burning you never felt. Your nerves were pumped and you tried to stay composed but even his breath near your clit made you shake. All you were able to do in that second was move your hand to his cheek, your thumb running across his scar. 

“S-Slow down. It’s a lot for me. Do what I tell you, o-okay?” You uttered. There was guidance needed here, a lesson to be learned as you both entered something totally and completely new. He was enjoying it, that was clear, but you knew exactly what he would like more. This was an ultimate test to see how much Luffy would actually listen to you, considering he hated being told what to do. He raised his right brow at you before he gave a small, light lick against your thigh. He was taunting, wanting to push back against your request so desperately. 

“M’kay fine. You just..you taste really good!” Luffy squirmed as he went back in. His brows bucked as he concentrated with his eyes closed. A sigh fluttered from you, your back arching lightly against his tongue. Your hips adjusted, assisting his tongue movements to hit just the right spot. His thumbs, although the pressure eased, still held their firmness on your thighs before tracking up to your hips. He pushed you further against his face that caused a moan of approval from the both of you. His eyes opened up, looking right at you as his tongue mindlessly swirled around your hardened clit. Seeing you squirm, move against his mouth, it was exhilarating for him. Especially after you would instruct him on his pacing, when to speed up and slow down, where his tongue should reside and how hard he needed to focus on one spot. He loved to win, loved to know when he was getting better at something. And he knew just from looking at you, that he was winning.  As for you, the moment you realized he was staring at you, you couldn’t help but hide behind your hands. The flood of your vaginal silk made him grunt against you, moving faster for more. It went from a thoughtless adventure to something strategic that was leading to a goal and it tasted so good.

“R-right there…faster!” You pleaded, your heart pumping faster in your chest. With resolution, your fingers grabbed his hair. A fluttering surged in your core and your breathing hitched. Your knees pushed towards his head and his eyes widened slightly. He followed your instructions, his tongue and mouth moved faster for your desire. A series of hums and groans let from him as his eyes came to a close once again, your heart sunk as you felt your climax approaching. At this point, your mindfulness of your volume began to fade. Your moans spilled out of you like water, increasing with each swirl of his tongue. Your brain was clouded by lustful intentions, the pressure of your body wanting to go over the edge. 

“L-Luffy! Your finger—ah, wait—I need your finger inside!” Luffy lifted his head from your clit and looked at you, his hand trying to figure out where exactly you wanted it. You found yourself reaching over, leading his middle finger right at your vaginal entrance, to which he slid his finger right in. With the guidance of your hand on his wrist, you instructed him to go in and out. 

“K-keep doing that just l-like that and e-eat at the same time.” You took a deep breath as you locked eyes with him, pushing past your nerves to communicate what you needed. His eyes widened with amusement by your forwardness, your demands hidden behind squirms and moans. This was absolutely exciting for him, his crotch at this point had throbbed and ached for some sort of relief. 

“Woah! Shishishi, Y/N. You’re really liking this, huh,” Luffy’s words were a mixture of laughter and breathless pants. He knew he was starving but he never saw you as eager for something as you were in that very moment. His laughter trailed until he went back to your clit, his tongue and finger moving in sync with the occasional slop. Moans came out of your throat with each time his finger pushed in and out. The pressure paired from his finger and the flicking of his tongue made your back arch. Luffy’s free hand stationed itself on your hip, groping and releasing the fat that resided there.  Without warning, your body came to its edge. A loud gasp came from you, the orgasm overcame you, your hands pulling Luffy’s hair tighter than you wanted. You shuddered, your moans turned into whines and whimpers. Luffy, without a care, kept going. The air in your lungs was tight, your knees pushing against his head. That’s when his head shook from side to side, his eyes narrowing briefly. 

“Nah-uh,” Luffy muffled. He raised his head as his tongue made one, long lick from your folds to your clit. The feeling that throbbed against your body was too much. The ecstasy that surged through your body made you practically squeal against his touch, melting into a mess that you never experienced in your life. Your pussy was weeping at this point, throbbing and shifting with each movement. 

“L-Luffy! I-I can’t—”

“I’m not done yet,” Luffy’s mouth sucked against your clit as his hand kept you anchored. His finger kept pushing through you, despite the tightness that clenched around the limb. All that swarmed your mind was how selfish he was being with your body, the greed engulfed him as he indulged himself in you. The heat that radiated off of him seemed like annoyance, like he didn’t appreciate you trying to stop him. He softened up as he kept going, as if you were making him melt by your throbbing vulnerability. 

“So good. More…gimme more!” His words were like music to your ears. Who knew that Luffy would enjoy this as much as he did. Tangible and physically edible food was one thing, but orally pleasing you was a completely different thing. Your eyes wandered to the door, your ears perking up at the sound of footsteps and voices approaching. Before you even could warn Luffy, his hand shot across the room and slammed the bedroom door shut, locking it quickly. It was perfectly clear that Luffy said he was not done and he meant it. A knock came from the door and a voice from behind it, Nami’s voice, creeped through. 

“Y/N, you okay in there? We heard some whining. Are you feeling okay?” Your face was burning hot as you covered your mouth, your hands squeezed tightly around your mouth to prevent your moans from coming through. The knocking against the wooden door and the twisting of the door knob made you shutter. With panicked hands, you clumsily pulled the covers over your and Luffy, hiding his body underneath the blankets completely. Luffy was not giving up, he was ravenous at this point and replaced his finger with his tongue. He dug deep, his method becoming a sloppy mess as he practically painted himself with you. Just by looking at him, you knew there was no end in sight. His gluttonous ways were not going to stop until he was satisfied. 

“Y-yes! Sorry, I just need some space r-right now!” Your words came out like cries and embarrassment coiled in your chest. You pleaded to yourself that she and whoever was next to her would take your word for it and leave. There was a pause, your hands trying to push Luffy’s head to ease his jaw but there was no prevail. Just the gentle noises of him slurping you up. After a moment, the voices and footsteps walked away as a burst of laughter boomed down the hallway. A sigh of relief uttered from your chest before your head fell back, resting on the pillow behind it. The mixture of anxiety and arousal truly hit you like a truck. Surprisingly, Luffy only began to laugh as he lifted his head up again, this time his body lifting away from between your legs. The blanket sat on his shoulders like a cape as his body adjusted under it. You couldn’t help but notice the bulging erection that outlined through his shorts, his hands tugging and shifting the waist band to make him more comfortable. 

“A-are you uncomfortable Luffy?” Your words came out like a whisper. Poor Luffy, his shorts seemed so tight from that position. He was practically drooling over you, you couldn’t tell was from him or what was from you in the dark. He nodded but the smile on his face filled with excitement as if he was looking at his favorite thing in the whole world. His hands rubbed his mouth and jaw, his hands coating in your juice as he leaned forward. His lips collided with yours again, his tongue hungrily licking your lips. It was literally like he wanted to eat you alive. 

“I’m good. I just need s’more.” He panted against your lips, his hands pulling down the waist band of his shorts and his underwear. His cock practically bounced out in heat, tapping against you lightly. There was no point in worrying about how this was going to go considering he had already made you cum for the first time. Your arms wrapped around him as you went in for another kiss. There was no time for you to think, he simply pushed himself in. It wasn’t gentle, instead it was a rough shove as if he was itching to do it for a while. Your body jumped and settled against him, a curse trembling out from his mouth. 

“Shit!— auuugh— Y/N  s’good. You feel so good!” A deep groan released from him as your body tightened around him, a shuddered gasp leaving yours. The two of you locked eyes for a moment before he started to nod, his ecstatic eyes practically glowing. He was absolutely excited simply because you felt so good. Never did Luffy think that something like this was going to be fun for him, he never even considered going this far with anyone. But when he saw how you reacted, how you pushed and pulled with his touch, it made him hungrier to understand you and your body language. 

With a primitive instinct, Luffy thrusted into you without warning. He positioned himself as his cock curled inside of you to grab a hold of your legs, spreading them just enough to fully take you in. All he knew was that the wetness that covered his shaft sent chills in his body that forced him to move. To push himself so deep until that feeling in his abdomen carried to his hips. An instant rhythm was formed, his breathing deepened with the whimpers he kept inside. 

You were shocked, not even knowing how to react as his hips began to slam against you. As your eyes trailed from his sculpted abs to the scene of his cock sliding in and out of you. You realized that there was this sudden adoration that sprouted inside of you. Moans wanted to jump right out of your lips but you covered your mouth so quickly that it pushed them back in. The drool that bubbled in his mouth slightly began to trickle to the side of his mouth since it was parted open. He kept watching the way your breast began to move underneath your shirt with each of his thrust, slowly rising up just above your belly button. The pounding of his hips began to increase and with one critical hit, a moan spilled out of your mouth. A loud, naturally floral moan. Your face was hot, pinkness swimming across your face as his cock deeply slammed against your cervix. There was no point in keeping quiet any more. Luffy had increased his speed with his laughter blossoming from it in between grunts. It was like he was a bubbling mess, the ecstasy hitting his core as his shaft was covered from your velvety walls.

Luffy’s nails began to dig deep into the skin of your thighs, a hardness that burned your skin hot. His nails made crescent moon type shapes on your skin, the redness radiating on your flesh. Suddenly, he leaned over, a small laughter type moan planting itself in shoulder. His mouth opened and his esurient bites were incredibly hard.  You wanted to protest, wanting to make him stop from leaving visible marks but you felt that familiar rise pile in your stomach. The pain was actually turning you on more, his hunger driving you with the same animalistic desire. His jaw clawed from your shoulder, to your neck and eventually his lips planted a sloppy moan-filled kiss. You pulled him in closer, the desire of wanting him as close to you as possible as his teeth sank in your lips made you so unbelievably wet. Muscles, sweat, and heavy breathing in your ear from him fueled the fire that had built up in your stomach. 

“Oh my go—wait Luffy!” Before you knew it, your body began to climax all over again. Your moans turned into a sea of whimpers, half covered by your hands and the other hands spilling into the air like stars in the sky. You noticed through your own throbbing walls, that Luffy’s hips started to become messy and his grunts became more like whines. The ache in him was reaching a high in between kisses with you. The shudder of his cock made him groan, his pacing increasing with an anchor-like speed. 

“Y/N I-I think imma—oh sh-shit— haha imma cum, Y/N. I-imma—” Luffy’s groans came out stiff, like it was hard for him to vocalize to you. The clenching of your quivering walls made him shoot such a hot load inside of you, you both hissed with satisfaction. His lips sat right on top of yours, his hyperventilating pants easing down into gulps, an attempt to catch his own breath. Sweat slid down his chest, coating his abs, and shimmered into something beautiful as his thrust slowed down. He, eventually, pulled out of you with a stroke. His body fell right on top of yours to which you gasped, your arms locking around him. You two laid with each other like that for a moment, your pants syncing into each other in a way that only your hearts could allow. You didn’t even realize it until he faced you, but laughter spilled out of you. Real, gut living laughter filled the air. Luffy looked at you, his eyes jumping from all over your face until he joined you. 

“What?” Luffy laughed back, his words coming out like a child wanting to know what the joke was. You shook your head, your hand covering a portion of your face as the laughter kept booming out of your lungs. Maybe it was the fact you knew that when Luffy unlocked that door, that Nami would come barging in with a vengeance so hot that it made you laugh. Or maybe it was the fact that you unapologetically just slept with your captain for the very first time and now the whole crew most likely heard. Either way, when your laughter subsided and all that was left was a long sigh. You looked at Luffy with sincerity. 

“Nothing, Nothing I’m fine.” You reassured him. Luffy flashed you his usual gummy smile as he gave you a quick kiss before burying his head in the space of your shoulder and neck. Just next to his check, a mountain of marks coated your skin revealing an interesting story on your body. 

[captainthisshipinmyhead]

The Swords and The Bees

Roronoa Zoro x AFAB!Reader

Summary: It is.... once again.... a sex pollen fic. Zoro, while separated from the rest of the crew on an island, comes across a plant that makes him feel pretty strange afterward.

CW: smut, coercion/dubcon (I always tag sex pollen fics w/ this just in case but like.... we all know the deal, it's usually a device to make two people f*%k who already want to), unprotected p in v, missionary, doggy, wrapped saint (just seems like a delectable position guys), ooc Zoro if we're being real, NSFW!!!!! MINORS DNI. WC: 5,519

A/N: Art credits to @/pepssroni on instagram, check them out!! I wrote this a few months ago and kept thinking I could make it better so I put off posting for a while but honestly it's just fun. Idc it's fun. Enjoy!

Sore, sweaty, and exhausted, you pant for breath. Despite the physical exhaustion, you had nothing to complain about. You look around at your crew with softness in your eyes; everyone else looks just as tired but happy as you do. You all fought hard against another dictator on another island in the grand line and came out on top. Once all of the danger is well and truly out of the way, there isn’t a better feeling than victory and being able to celebrate with your closest friends. Nami leans in close and slings an arm around your shoulders as you both start to walk onto the Sunny. Your steps falter, however, when you hear Zoro groan in pain– quite loudly. 

Quickly turning back around, you barely catch the moment when he falls to his knees. He clutches his abdomen as he gasps for breath. Zoro only reacts to pain this way when he’s gravely injured– realizing that he must be really hurt makes anxiety pool in your gut. Chopper is asking him questions in order to try to figure out what has happened to him, as he doesn’t seem to be bleeding anywhere, and Sanji begins trying to get the swordman’s larger frame to lean on him for support so that he can assist in walking back onto the ship. You all shuffle back onto your boat, now not quite as lighthearted as you were before.  

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Sanji finished cooking half an hour ago, but so far Luffy is the only one who was able to eat a full meal. Everyone else has pushed the food around on their plates or given up– too worried to eat while Zoro, normally so stoic, is still in agonizing pain according to your ship’s doctor. Chopper was being strangely secretive on the cause for Zoro’s suffering, however. He’d just retreated back to the infirmary after grabbing some cold water and towels, and you slipped out behind the reindeer determined to find some answers. 

“Chopper, wait! What’s going on? Is there anything any of us can do to help?” You asked as he hurried as quickly as his small legs could carry him across deck. He nervously glanced back at you, attempting to speed up as he shouted back. 

“Uhm, n-no! Zoro just needs some rest, yeah, just some rest for right now, uh– hehe.” 

His nervous giggle gave him away; he was telling you a little fib. Your brows furrowed and you continued to follow Chopper to the infirmary without any interference from him. You heard Zoro before you saw him– he was fighting it so hard, but he wasn’t able to hold back his groaning. When you flew into the room, you nearly pouted at seeing your crew’s mighty swordsman curled up on the pallet Chopper had made for him in the floor. Sweat coated his forehead, and his fists and toes were curled up so tightly. His teeth were clenched, and he let out another loud groan as you took a step closer. 

“No, Y/N! I mean, uh, give him some space, okay? Zoro needs some space right now, he can’t have gir– uh, anyone up close to him right now! Yeah, just some space…” Chopper trailed off, muttering as he began placing the cold towels across Zoro’s head. You kneeled a few feet behind Chopper, craning your neck to watch his actions. You heard more footsteps enter the room behind you. 

Robin had come, with Nami close behind. She crossed the room and kneeled next to Chopper, placing a gentle hand on his back as he worked. 

“Come on Chopper, help us understand here. What’s happened to him? Maybe one of us knows something that could help.” 

Chopper resisted turning to look at Robin as long as he could, but his little face reflected his worry. He finally turned to look at Robin with big tears welling up in his eyes as his resolve burst. 

“Robi-hi-hi-hinnn!” he sobbed, “Zoro came into contact with a poisonous plant when we were on the island and I don’t know how to help him at all! I’ve looked in all my books and it says he could die after a day or two if he doesn’t get treatment, b-but, but….” 

“But what Chop? What do your books say the treatment is?” Robin drawled soothingly, rubbing circles on the hysterical little reindeer’s back. He tried to halt his sobbing and rubbed his nose in her lap before sitting up some and trying to explain. 

“It– *hic*-- it says…. Oh Robin, I can’t say it! I told Zoro I wouldn’t, Robin, it’s bad!” 

Zoro groaned again, as if trying to agree with Chopper. 

“Ah come on Chopper spit it out! I mean we can figure out whatever it is. It’s not like it requires the death of another member of the crew or anything, right?” Nami crossed the room as she spoke. At the silence that followed, save for Zoro’s panting, she tried again as she kneeled at your side, “Hey, right?!?” 

Sniffling, Chopper finally sighed with resolve and blurted out, “Zorocameincontactwithastrongaphrodisiacandhehastohavesexwithsomeonetocurehimorelsehemightdie.” 

After another beat of silence following Chopper’s outburst, Nami let out a kind of awkward laugh and a quiet “wha…what?” of disbelief, while your mouth fell open in the shock of the situation. Robin, always the composed one, took a deep breath before responding. 

“Okay then. So, an aphrodisiac. Strong enough to kill someone. That’s something I’ve only ever read about before, I wasn’t really sure it was true.” Pensively, she trailed her eyes across the floor of the room. “Ultimately, it’s doable.” 

Your eyes shot to look at her, narrowing. She clocked your reaction immediately and stifled a laugh. “I didn’t say it had to be anyone in particular, Y/N, least of all me. Just stating that it’s not the hardest thing in the world to cure, that’s all.” 

You could practically hear the smirk growing on Nami’s face as she squeezed your shoulder. 

“Yeah, Y/N, it technically could be any one of us that could help him, right Chopper?” the redhead affirmed with the doctor. 

Sniffling, the young doctor nodded, wide eyes bouncing between the three ladies in front of him, clearly not 100 percent on the same page as the three of you. 

You, however, knew that the other girls were teasing you. Your face grew hot under their mirthful watch. You had never told anyone about your minor, eensy-weensy little crush on the crew’s swordsman, but your fellow girl friends had not exactly not noticed the way your eyes were glued to his form as he worked out on the upper decks during the day. They’d never said anything out loud as they wouldn’t dare hurt your pride, but they acknowledged it through their expressions and body language plenty, leaving you with a flush on your cheeks that had nothing to do with the beating sun above you more than once. 

But how on earth could anyone blame you? I mean, they were right there with you when Zoro performed his exercises and they had eyes as well. When he lifted weights, shirtless of course, the sweat glistening on his skin rolled across his muscles as if it were perfectly placed there just to highlight all of his best assets. His biceps bulged, his abs tensed, and his v-line– dear god, his v-line– it all flexed in such an indecent way. Quite frankly, you couldn’t figure out how anyone ever got anything done around the boat. Just sitting here in the infirmary your mouth watered and some, erm, more personal areas grew slightly more damp alongside it as you pondered. 

Okay. Admittedly, maybe your feelings for the swordsman were more than just a “tiny little crush”. He didn’t help to deter you at all, often sitting next to you at bonfires on the deck despite empty spaces being beside many of the others. He always took your hand to help you on and off of the Sunny when the crew docked, but he was just being a gentleman. Because you’re a lady. That’s all that is. And he sometimes caught you staring when he worked out, and maybe it made his face a little redder too, but nobody was looking that hard so who’s to say. And yeah, there was that one time when he was drunk that he basically pinned you against the wall of a dim hallway in a pub, but nothing actually happened. Not after you felt the hard planes of his body and felt your breath catch, and not after he let a hot breath out against your neck and pulled away with a groan in your ear, walking back to join the rest of the crew without looking back at you. Nothing happened, really, but it still had you biting your lip late at night and slipping your hand into your underwear sometimes. 

Your eyes darted around under their gazes and you cleared your throat. 

“Uhm, yeah, I know that. I just, I mean, don’t we think at the end of the day it should be Zoro’s choice? About who uh, who he-helps him I mean?” Your nervous gaze flickered to Zoro, who let out a pained but also quite obscene moan once you finished speaking. Opening one eye (but just barely), he found your gaze from across the room and– you were hoping you saw this right and didn’t just imagine– gave a slight, barely perceptible nod in your direction. Your breath caught and you felt a lump form in your throat in an instant. The tension in the room now was palpable, and you swore you could have heard a pin drop. 

“Well, Y/N,” Robin’s voice, soft and smooth as velvet, cut the silence like one of Sanji’s perfectly sharpened knives. “It kind of seems like he’s decided.” 

You didn’t have to look at either of your friends to see the smug smirks that they probably would be wearing for days now. Robin slowly stood, helping Chopper toward the door with her. The poor reindeer still looked a little bit confused, not having seen the exchange between you two, but Robin cooed to him that everything was fine, you had it all handled. 

Nami bumped her shoulder against yours pointedly before standing also, muttering to you about using protection, which wasn’t helping the blush on your cheeks subside. 

Once the door to the infirmary closed behind her, you anxiously looked back at Zoro to find he was already looking at you. Lines around his eyes and the sweat on his brow made it clear that he was still in immense pain, and it brought the gravity of the situation back to the forefront of your mind. Slowly, as if you were trying not to spook a feral cat, you leaned forward until your hands touched the wood beneath you and you crawled over to him. His gaze didn’t leave you, but he laid out his arm across the wood floor leading to his pallet with his palm up; a silent invitation. When you got to his side, you placed your hand over top of his and took a deep breath. 

You couldn’t think of what to say to him, to your friend that you’d had all of this tension with since joining the crew. So you started out simple. 

“Zoro,” you said on a breath, and you watched as his eyes clenched shut beneath you and he moaned again. This reaction gave you a slight boost of confidence and you squeezed his hand. “Are you able to speak?” 

Eyes still closed, chest still rapidly rising and falling, he said “Yeah,” though his voice cracked with the exertion. 

“Can you open your eyes please?”  Your voice, sweet as honey, prompted him. He complied after a couple of seconds, seeking your eyes. Still feeling unsure, your gaze dropped to your joined hands, but his other arm raised with great effort until his free hand met your burning cheek.  

“I’m glad it’s you, Y/N,” he croaked out, and you felt your heart melt in your chest and seep into your belly in a warm pool. You needed to hear that, and you met his eyes again before you leaned down over him and placed a kiss on his mouth, open and waiting for you. 

Whatever you’d dreamed your first kiss with him would be, this was sweeter because it was finally real. You opened your lips against his with a content sigh. The kiss was brief, however, because he was overtaken by another wave of pain and his hand flew to your shoulder, his grip tight. 

Clearly, though he was in a lot of pain, he hadn’t lost any of his strength. 

You reached for his shoulders to steady him as he started to sit up. “Please, Y/N. I need, I need to–” he cut himself off. You were so worried, you didn’t even wait a beat before responding and scooting closer to him, now on the pallet of blankets and pillows with him. “Hey, hey, I’m here. Anything Zoro, anything you need.” 

This time, the noise that left his throat wasn’t so much a groan as it was an animalistic growl. It made your insides quiver. Taking your neck by one hand, he pulled your mouth back to his. He wasted no time, parting your lips with his tongue. You both still had all your clothes on so far but by god, you’d never been so turned on in your entire life. He’d already been rid of his shirt since returning to the ship, so you ran your hand across his abdomen, whimpering into his mouth as your fingers caught on every ripple of flesh. He pulled back for a breath and a gritty muttered word that sounded like fuck and then he was slipping a hand beneath your shirt and his hot palm was gliding across your smooth, soft belly toward your bra. He stopped just beneath, but he didn’t have to wait long because you were desperately panting yes yes yes on his lips as you pecked at his mouth. He wasted no time, slipping his hand underneath your bra and taking your whole breast in his hand, kneading sensually. 

He pushed you down and you went (more than) willingly. With the hand not currently rolling your nipple between his fingers he pushed one of your legs to the side and you took the hint, parting your legs for him to slot himself between. He took about half a second to settle there before lunging back to devour you again. His hips rocked into yours and you felt his length brush your swollen clit even through all the layers of clothing between you. A moan tore from your lips, and he swallowed it without missing a beat. Both of you moved your hips in tandem now, seeking friction. Hands were everywhere; you had one clutching and pulling at his hair, while he had wrapped an arm fully around your back to keep your body as tightly held to his as possible. The desperation in his movements was making you even more wet— you wondered in the back of your mind if this was all the doing of this damn plant he’d encountered or if at least some of it was authentic. 

   Zoro pulled his mouth off of yours and slid the hand not clutching your torso tightly to his own down to the waistband of your pants, bringing his eyes to yours in unspoken question– is this okay? Is this too far? Do you want this? Yes, yes, yes, you wanted to sing it back to him. You settled for nodding frantically and kissing down his jaw while his hand worked underneath the band of your pants and underwear. He took his time sliding them down your legs, giving you small grunts of pleasure while you trailed open mouthed kisses down his neck, licking and sucking on his pulse as you went. You were questioning if maybe you had come across this plant yourself and had been unaware… Or did you just operate overtop of this underlying level of horniness all the time and didn’t realize until now?

You helped pull your pants off quickly and reached for his waistband as well, your patience being worn thin at this point. He flashed his eyes at you– quizzical, but not displeased. Instead of helping you undress him, he reached down to your core and pressed a finger to your slit, gathering the wetness there, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“S-sure you don’t want me to touch you there first? Get you all worked up on my–” He was still struggling to catch his breath from the pain coursing through his body clearly, but he was still so so good at dirty talk, “-- my fingers? Make you cum hard before i fuck you baby?” There was his cocky attitude that had been missing all evening. Your heart was practically doing flips in your chest by now, pain induced stuttering not at all taking away the effect his nasty words had on you. Though his fingers, now circling your clit, felt delicious, you thought that you might be the one in danger of dying soon if he wasn’t inside you within seconds. So though it pained you, you shook your head at him, pulling him closer for the umpteenth time, and took your own turn to whisper something a little dirty at him: “No, I can take you just like this.” And sealed your lips together in another passionate kiss. You felt the movement of him pushing his own garments down his legs just as his hardness, hot and thick and everything you’d imagined in your head countless times before, gathered your slick and began to press at your entrance slowly. 

As he entered, you both moaned in tandem– lips still pressed tightly together, vibrating against each other. However yours began to turn into a whimper as you felt the stretch from him sliding ever deeper inside of you– fuck, you thought to yourself, so fucking thick. Your own fingers were absolutely nothing in comparison. Two, three, four– nowhere near the stretch you felt now. It hurt sooooo fucking good. 

Though he was already going slowly to give you time to adjust, he paused when he was about halfway inside, pressing kisses across your face while he waited for you to get used to his impressive size. While you were more than wet enough to get him inside, it had been a very long time since you’d gone quite this far with another person. You mewled from under his hulking frame, mouth beside his ear huffing out little phrases– fuck, Zoro… oh god….. And though you couldn’t see it from where you were, your little expletives, all for him, had him smirking and ready to fuck you absolutely through this floor of the ship beneath the both of you. 

When what felt like a small eternity for Zoro passed, spent halfway holding his breath as the cursed poison still coursed through his veins, you whispered in his ear for him to keep going, Zo, and he lost all of his control. 

He didn’t even feel like he could help it– he’d used up all of his resolve up to that point with making sure that you were okay, god please be okay with this, please be the one to help him, pleasepleaseplease let him finally have you– he pushed the rest of the way inside in one motion, causing you to gasp. At the sound, he froze– so scared that he’d hurt you and if he’d hurt you for his own stupid gain, poison or not, he couldn’t possibly live with himself. But he released his breath when you moaned once more in his ear and gave him a rather pathetic plea for more. Relief flooded him and he wasted no time. He relaxed on top of you and began thrusting into your body with vigor. The arm wrapped around your waist under you remained there, pressing your now sweat slicked torso so tightly against yours. Your nipples were hard against his pecs, and he swore to himself and shut his eyes, savoring the feeling of you wrapped tight and wet and hot around him. He didn't know if he could last very long– maybe not this first time, but he knew he had several more rounds in him. He wouldn’t give up this chance that easily. After all, he hadn’t wanted you for so long and then been so painfully hard for so many hours today just to tap out at his first taste of your perfect pussy. 

Meanwhile, dwarfed underneath his large body, you were already nearly fucked dumb. You couldn’t get any full thoughts out of your mouth, just little bursts of “yes”’s and “ohgodohgodoh–” as he continued to fuck deep into your cunt, brushing his fat head right across your g spot every time he made his way to your cervix. Your nails were surely already leaving scratches carved in his smooth and muscled back– you were a wreck of hands and hot breath and little pants. You couldn’t see the state you’d put him in, but if you could you would be ecstatic– you hadn’t known that the nights spent touching yourself to thoughts of him were often spent the same way for him in his own quarters as he thought of you. The times he had to slip out of a nice evening around the dinner table just a little bit earlier than he’d wanted just to hide his massively hard boner were honestly quite embarrassing, and not something he’d normally like to admit to. But now that he had you– oh, there was no going back now. No more shame or embarrassment anymore. He had you and until the day you explicitly told him you didn’t want him or to fuck off then he would continue to have you.

You could feel your orgasm building– his rough and frantic seeming thrusts, his groaning in your ear, his pelvic bone hitting your swollen clit– it was all too much for you to hold out any longer and it had only been a couple of minutes. When you started to come, you heard him moan and clutch you even tighter to him before his rhythmic hips stuttered, and you knew he was about to come too.  

“Please Zoro, please— come inside me, stay inside– fill me up,” you whispered to him, and he obeyed barely a second after you uttered the words. His hands held your waist so tightly you thought maybe there would be small fingertip-shaped bruising later, but you couldn’t find it in you to mind at all. After all, the scratches you’d left on him would be far more noticeable. 

You both lay there trying to catch your breath for a couple of moments. Your fingers trailed along the marks you’d left on him, while his hands rubbed along your waist, kneading gently as he went. After a moment, he lifted his head to plant a kiss your lips before resting his forehead on yours and whispering a very humble thanks. 

You smiled, basking in the afterglow between you two when he winced, as if still having some pain. Your eyebrows crinkled in concern immediately, and he nodded before you even asked him anything. 

“Yeah– fuck– yeah, I think I’ve still got that stuff in me– urgh– I don’t know wh- I can’t–” 

You took his face in your hands, shushing him and pulling him into a brief hug you hoped brought him a bit of comfort. 

“I guess you’ll just have to fuck me again.” 

He moaned, loudly, and quickly pulled the both of you upright, wrapping your legs around his waist as he knelt. He wasted no time in entering you again and you both mewled in pleasure. Your lips met each others’ in a sloppy kiss as he began to thrust again frantically chasing another high. You moved your hips to meet his, and the intensity of the sex coupled with being face to face, gazing into each others’ eyes brought him unexpectedly to the edge before you could finish this time. He came inside you again, and you rolled your hips over his, his fingers coming down to circle your clit to help you along, until you reached your own high for a second time. 

He waited a couple of beats before, “It’s not done yet, I’m still– I still feel it. Y/N, I’m… I’m sorry, you don’t have to keep– I know it’s not–” You cut him off from his needless apologizing with another kiss, a bit gentler than your last few. You moved your lips against his until he joined you, sinking into the kiss. When you pulled back, you assured him, “Zoro, I want to help you. I want to be here with you, like this. I can take it– give me as much as you have to until you’re better. I swear, I won’t tap out. Plus– you are a damn good fuck.” 

He let out a hitched breath. Then, wordlessly, he lifted you off of his (still hard) cock and then placed you on your knees, facing away from him, and pushed your shoulders down toward a nearby bench. You took his hint and rested your arms on it, bent into a kneeling position with him behind. His hands tenderly brushed along the curves of your body, admiring you, before entering you again. You sighed– you didn’t think you’d ever fully get used to his impressive size, but you hoped you’d have forever to try. He again had you moaning and whining in no time at all, his length kissing right up against your cervix, new angle making stars dance behind your clenched shut eyelids. His large hands had landed on your waist, anchoring your body. You felt him get a little bit deeper every few seconds, and he dropped his head to the space between your shoulder blades as his breathing quickened from his exertion. He felt so fucking good, you didn’t care if he needed to go 30 rounds through the night at this point, you could not get enough of him. The thought of him using you until you couldn’t walk, until you could barely talk even, made you struggle to catch your breath and you began clenching your pussy around his length. You both heard and felt the sound that ripped from his chest– once again an animalistic sounding growl that reverberated the length of his body and yours as well from the connection you two currently had. He leaned down further, skin to skin as he plastered his rippling abs to your back. You clenched again– fuck, you couldn’t help it– the feeling of his skin being so tightly against yours just was so fucking sexy. This time, Zoro’s reaction made fire burn through you as he bit down on the space where your neck met shoulder. It made you cry out in surprise and pleasure, and clench again as his strong teeth held you in place while he fucked you carnally. His grunts got closer together as he now thrust even faster, which you hadn’t thought possible. 

“Zoro, Zoro, oh my god I’m gonna– I’m gonna cum baby, please,” you began whining again, letting him know you were close. 

“Let go f’me angel, cum for me– ungh, let me feel your cunt cum around me again baby, yes,” Zoro ground out into your ear, sounding just as fucked out as you at this point. He sent you over the edge like this, talking dirty in your ear and calling you his girl while you came, which had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. He came again, still inside you. At this point, you were stuffed so full of his cum you could feel it spilling back out of you and trailing down between your thighs, but you couldn’t bring it in you to care about cleaning yourself up. Zoro held you upright when your muscles gave out, and then he laid carefully you back down on the blankets strewn across the floor. 

“Hey, you alright?” he asked you with what you thought was a twinge of nervousness in his tone. You cracked an eye open and looked up at him kneeling beside you. He did look anxious, his eyes roving your nakedness, making sure he didn’t do anything to hurt you in his craze. You mustered the strength to lift one of your arms and turn his face to yours so you could smile at him, albeit tiredly. He relaxed slightly. You tugged him down to lay with you, and you rested your head on his bicep while he pulled you closer to his body and once again comfortingly rubbed his calloused hands across your curves. Your smile never left your face as you whispered to him that you felt “perfect”. You held each other in silence for a few moments. Soft breaths, kisses pressed to nearby patches of skin, and sighs of contentment were exchanged. 

Zoro broke the silence after a while. “I uh– thank you. I know you said you wanted to– and I’m glad you did– but seriously, thank you. You saved my life, Y/N, and… and like I said before, I’m glad it’s you.” 

You tilted your head up to meet his eyes. “I couldn’t let you suffer. I care about you. Plus, I… I’ve wanted to do this with you for a while.” Another smug smirk settled on his face at that. 

“Me too. I figured it was obvious. If anything, I could thank that stupid fucking plant that started all this, at least it got me the girl in the end.” 

“Who said you got the girl?” You cock your eyebrow at him, teasingly. He took your bait though. 

“Okay, I guess you’re right. I gotta make sure we’re solid here. Look– I like you, Y/N, a lot. I want you. I want to be your man, and I want to look out for you and take care of you and I want to have you like this for as long as you’ll let me, ‘til you get sick of me, alright? Will you let me have that with you?” 

Your eyes welled up slightly, as you gave him a tiny, breathless, and barely audible “yes” before sealing your lips over his. 

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You woke up the next morning to sunlight streaming through the porthole of the infirmary. Your head was nestled next to Zoro’s hip, who was sitting upright but had his hand tangled in your hair. He obviously had been watching you sleep, because his fingers caressed your face when your eyes fluttered open. For a moment, you both just looked at each other, sleepy smiles growing on both of your faces, before Zoro turned and procured a couple of tangerines and muffins he must have gone to the galley to get before you woke up. 

“Here, ‘m sure you’re hungry.” He grunted, in his usual tough-as-nails way. You pulled yourself up to sit beside him, clothed in nothing but the thin blanket wrapped around you. You mumbled a “thank you” around a yawn, and he shrugged it off before hesitantly reaching for your hand that wasn’t working to feed you. You let him take it, feeling a little blush rising on your cheeks again. This was a new normal for you and while it would take getting used to, you could never complain. As you ate, Zoro told you that when he went to grab the breakfast Usopp and Brooke gave him all kinds of shit about the scratches across his back, the hickies on his neck, the clear signs of passion that he hadn’t bothered to cover up. Even now as he recounted the morning’s events to you he didn’t seem ashamed at all, just mildly (fondly) annoyed at the guys for making fun. You listened to him speak with a little glimmer in your eye at the thought of the newfound blossoming relationship between you two, something better than you had dreamed of with him because it was something real this time. Because not only did you choose him but he chose you too. 

“--ady to go again? Y/N? Hellooo, were you listening?” you snapped out of your reverie to the last part of what Zoro said. 

“Go again, wha-” 

“I said, my only regret from last night was not making you cum on my fingers or something first. God, I bet you look so fucking hot when my face is down there between your legs. I’ve got to eat your pussy, fuck– I was asking if you’re ready to go again, so I can taste you properly this time,” he rasped out to you, making you burn with heat and desire again immediately. And as he pushed your back down to the blankets once more and kissed down your tummy, you couldn’t think anything other than that you were thankful for that stupid plant too.

Another A/N: So sorry I haven't posted any writing in so long. I love writing and it's a fun activity for me but I've been going through a really hard time for a long time now honestly and when I'm going through it sometimes I just can't. Do. Anything. Even things I like. And that's kind of where I've been. I want to write more and I want people to enjoy it, but I think it will probably just come out when it does. Love y'all.

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zoro's desire - roronoa zoro x f!reader one shot smut

pairings: dom!zoro x fsub!reader -- masterlist

wc: 2.3k

warnings/summary: MDNI 18 + shibari (rope tying), edging, rough, oral sex, reverse cowgirl, blindfold, p in v, teasing, dom zoro

an: not proofread. sorry its been a minute since i released a fanfic. been really busy with school and life.

Zoro folded the thin, white satin rope around your wrist, lacing it back and forth along your forearm. the cool fabric creates a tingling sensation in your belly as he tied you to your bedframe.

his hot breath fanned across your face. your exposed breasts pressing to his muscular chest. Zoro's hot mouth reached to kiss each of your palms, just a quick peck, praising your body in its glory. the sun cast an orange hue into the room and across your naked body. it the outside air blowing in smelt of salt, something you were very used to.

when Zoro shared his desire to tie you up, he was ecstatic to hear how you reciprocated the desire too. for weeks, all that was on the swordsman's mind was your smooth, perfectly laced up pussy (by his craftsmanship) admiring his work, and your curvy body.

among those weeks, Zoro would pull you aside and start to pin you against the wall, leaning in, teasing your lips. his already growing bulge would drag dramatically against your region, while whispering taunting words to you.

"now imagine some elegant lace, encasing your body and breasts so nicely," he hummed, reaching up through your shirt and rubbing your breasts. you were always tangled up with him, a victim of his ways.

"your swollen nipples, begging to be sucked. your body, controlled by me, moving with me, letting me do what I want to that perfect body of yours," nibbling, his breath tickled your ear. Zoro's hand never leaves your breasts.

one day Zoro stopped in on the next island to look for that satin rope. he was excited, his eye beaming with a dark cloud. he couldn't wait to tie you up and be at his mercy.

"tonight, im going to make you a piece of art."

now here you are, your hands tied to the bed frame as Zoro laces more rope around your breasts, creating a beautiful knot between them. the rope lay across your shoulders, connecting back to your wrists and loosely around your neck.

the swordsman feather-kisses down your stomach, holding you on either side with his rough, calloused hands, caressing your goosebumped body. your body instinctively curls, your arms flexing.

he was very gentle and soft-spoken around you. mindful even, for someone who was ruthlessly detached most of the time. he worshipped you and the ground you stood on. he respected you with everything he had, but he always told himself it would stay between you two.

having everyone know would bother him, he claimed. he also believed that if the enemy knew that, they could use you against him. it was best for this secret love affair.

that did not stop him from having fun with you.

a low chuckle emits from him, his hot breath tickling your belly button. "i love the way you react to me." a lump forms in your throat. your heart and breath quicken.

Zoro had an amazing talent for tying knots. learning firstly for the ship, then again when he learned about the kink. he took pride in it, proud that he could do something fun other than sleeping.

the pit in your stomach, slowly forming and tingling. you loved the feeling and couldn't adore this man more, or the way he made you feel.

he got down to your legs, taking more rope and lacing, creating beautiful designs and knots on each leg. the rope connecting your thighs and around your ass, outlining both of them respectfully. as he spread your legs apart, the cold air passed briefly, anticipating the amazing feeling you'll be receiving in moments. his hands gripped your ass, squeezing lightly before trailing down.

Zoro's lips gliding down the inside of your thigh, painfully slow, kissing your leg until ending on your ankle. he pushed himself back, never letting go of your foot, holding it lightly.

he smirks to himself, admiring his work and the true beauty of it, you. he loved how your breasts were perched, pushed together with swollen buds. how your pussy was defined and outlined, slightly turning more pink from the tying. your face was filled with lust and, most importantly, trust. it was an amazing feeling for Zoro, as he felt safe telling and living out his wildest desires with you.

"okay, doll, our safe word is sake. if any of this feels too much, please let me know," he kisses your big toe, waiting for you to acknowledge him. "you're so beautiful, y/n. your body is a work of art, lady. the last thing I would want is to hurt you." his low voice echoes through the silence.

you give him a reassuring smile, blushing and nodding eagerly, "thank you, Zo."

Zoro reaches down and quickly captures your lips

"first, before i destroy that pussy of yours, im going to treat you like a goddess and appreciate this gorgeous body," he smiles, unwrapping his bandana from his arm. "im feeling pretty hungry." his smile turns into a devilish smirk.

Zoro leans into you as he presses his core against your exposed pussy, his sweaty chest inches from your face, and you couldn't help but lean forward to swirl your tongue around his exposed nipple. a low moan escapes as he gently pulls your head forward, tying his bandana around your eyes, blindfolding you. he places your head back, supporting it with a pillow.

"just relax, doll, im going to make you feel real good," he places his lips onto yours, kissing you feverishly. fingers trailing to your pussy, .

you whimper softly, anticipating what is coming next.

Zoro removes his finger, dragging them lightly across your skin, his knuckles brushing softly. he cups your breasts, massaging them and taking one nipple in his fingers, twirling and the other in his mouth. you grind up into him, your exposed pussy against his clothed bulge.

he groans, just under his breath. without hesitation, almost like it was instinctual. he lets out a steady yet shaky breath.

his rough, cold hands are a stark contrast to your soft, warm breasts. he laps his tongue around your bud, sucking lightly on it. you keep rolling your body into him, unable to run from his touch. after his time with one nipple, he moves to the other, repeating the same actions, lapping it in his warm mouth.

he painfully drags his tongue down your stomach, leaving open-mouth kisses as his stubble tickles you.

he pushes your legs apart, ducking his head to even with your heat. Zoro looks up at you through his eyebrow, admiring how your breasts rise and fall with rigid breathing.

you can't see him yourself; however, the deprivation of eyesight really amplifies your pleasure instead. like his breath on your pussy, or his cold hands massaging the areas around the rope, or how his tongue flicks out and surrounds your bud.

"hmmm, so wet for me." Zoro's nose brushed you; his mouth was steady and precise. he wasn't a pro at this, but just like everything else, he put in the work.

you struggled against your restraints, desperate to rake your fingers through his hair. Zoro admires your flexing arm muscles.

"just relax, baby, enjoy the ride," he mumbles between slurps. he's godspeed, slurping up your wet pussy. lude sounds fill both of your ears, mixing with your floated moans.

you squeezed your legs tight around him when he flicked his tongue, just in the right spot. you start to feel the buildup, your pussy craving for more.

with legs pried apart, you ride his tongue, bucking your clit on his wet tongue. both of your liquids are combining with each other.

Zoro loved to taste you. how you had your own scent and flavor. he was drawn to it like the predator he was.

luckily, Zoro didn't tie your feet; he did want you to have some freedom. you brought your legs up, running from his tongue, but just like the hunter he was, he crawled onto the bed, never detaching himself from your stimulated clit.

"ahhh, Zo, you feel amazing, fuck," you moan, gripping the rope in your hands, tightening down on it, trying to regain your composure.

when Zoro notices your body jolt a certain way, rubbing harder into him and your pants picking up, he removes his mouth. the cold air brushes againts your clit, as you feel your release start to slowly come down.

an abrupt little slap lands on your pussy, your body jerking against the restraints. as quick as Zoro left, he was back.

"open your mouth, baby," he commands, placing two of his fingers on your tongue. "suck," he moans as your tongue swirls his fingers, coating them. "good girl, open."

he continues flicking his tongue against you, this time entering his finger into your needy hole.

he finger fucks you, fast, making sure to curl against your spongey insides. he repeats the action over and over, adding a second finger. Zoro finds that special spot. he continues to speed up while he is slurping your clit. with toes curled, wet sounds mix with your moans in the air. you feel the familiar buildup in your stomach, begging Zoro to keep going, gripping his face within your thighs.

"yes, Zo, baby, aw, you feel amazing," you moan, "i wish i could see your handsome face between me, ahhhh," releasing and clenching around Zoro's fingers.

"that's it, doll, let it go," he murmurs, taking off your blindfold.

once your eyes adjust, you lock eyes with the sweaty swordsman in front of you. he sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking your juices, before letting go with a pop.

a whimper escapes your lips. "you're so hot Zo."

he smirks, a genuine smirk. a small tint flushes his cheeks for only a second, before he reaches up and unties you.

"we are going to change positions, i want you to ride me, but im going to tie your hands together, okay?" he suggests, picking you up and flipping you around. he ties your hands together behind you, hog style.

you turn around and sit down, waiting as he undressed himself, giving you a strip show.

his muscles flexed as he reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting it above his head. his abs and V-line tightening. matching green boxers peeked out from his pants. he dropped both of those shortly after.

"turn around," he says, stroking himself, lying down on the bed. he grabbed himself as you lowered your wet pussy onto his shaft. reverse cowgirl style.

Zoro lets out a groan. he sits there a moment, letting you both adjust, before taking your hands behind you and holding you in place, his other gripping your hip, moving you back and forth.

you quickly pick up on it and start to move yourself back and forth, raising yourself slightly as you grind against his shaft.

shakey moans fell from your lips. Zoro sighed in relief, which did not go unnoticed. you could tell he was feeling some type of way, as his head leaned back into the pillow.

"oh Zo, you're so big," you compliment, enticing his orgasm. "you fill me so well, no one else has made me feel this way, please Zo," you scream, rocking faster and faster against him, his cock brushing your g spot.

"that's it, girl, ride me. fucking ride me," he growls, gripping your hips.

Zoro started to feel his build up, and before it was too late, he sat up, pressing your back into him as you rode. he cupped your breast and sucked under your ear. his other hand trailed down to your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bud

both of your moans, quick and breathy. you rolled your head back into him, he hands are doing numbers on your breast.

"im close," you whisper, rubbing against his shaft, brushing your clit against his fingers.

"yeah, same here baby, just wait a second, let's flip," he hums, pushing your stomach and face into the pillow.

your ass sticks up, as he rams his member into you, slapping his hand across your ass, rubbing harshly after. his cock made you feel full, a feeling you have come to love, especially with him.

your orgasm comes crashing on you, your body collapsing onto the bed, your eyes rolling back. Zoro lazily rolls into you before following suit, pulling out and shooting onto your hands and back that were neatly folded.

Zoro falls for a moment, his big frame capturing yours in a blanket-like warmth, his body slick with sweat and cum. you hear him breathing heavily in your ear, trying to regain his composure. you were sure you sounded the same.

he opened his mouth and kissed your neck, down to your hands, and on each palm. he unlaced the rope around your wrists, rubbing them. he glided his hands down your sides, following the rope to your pussy and legs, unwrapping them as well. they tickled. Zoro kissed both sides of your legs and one peck on your heat.

he leaned back up to your face, kissing your cheek and delivering a peck to your lips. his arms flexed by the side of your head.

he reaches on the ground for a towel, wrapping it around himself, tossing one to you.

"i think we deserve to rid the evidence before the crew returns?" he questions, offering a shower.

you smile back, winking at him as you stand up, walking by him, and "accidentally" dropping your towel, bending over, showing your whole pussy and ass to him.

“the pirate hunter, roronoa zoro, wants to shower?” a growl emits from his lips as he smacked your ass, slightly gripping it

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Everyone knows Luffy's Straw Hat is his treasure. No one is allowed to touch it, especially if they're an enemy, but if it's his own crew, he'll let it slide.

You were a different story.

Rip his heart out and curse him like a sailor, he'd be the one on his knees, begging for your forgiveness. Turn your back on him and he'll force you to face him and wrap his rubbery arms around you, begging to know what's wrong.

Like Rumi said: "Be drunk in love, since love is everything that exists" and Luffy's existence began once he kissed you and made you his.

Luffy worshipped you, and even went so far to express his love by demanding that you be his Queen.

"Queen of the Pirates?" You muse, hand in his hair, brushing the strands from his face. "My love, you must be joking. It's you that wants to be the King. All I want from you is for you to be mine, even after you're the King of the Pirates."

"What are you talking about?" Luffy snickered. "Of course you'll be the Queen. Doesn't a King have his favourite person by his side in all those weird fantasy stuff you read to me at night?"

"Well, yes..." Your cheeks flush. "I just... I don't want to take such a big moment away from you, that's all."

Luffy laughed and the sound warmed your soul.

"You're funny. You're going to be the Queen of the Pirates whether you like it or not!"

A bold claim that still made you blush.

"I'm telling you," Nami says, her head on your lap as you braid her hair. The heat was giving her a headache so you offered to braid her hair to keep the strands away from her face. "If you lost the hat, he wouldn't be mad."

"Oh he'd be furious." You chuckle. "Luffy doesn't play when it comes to the Straw Hat."

Zoro overheard the conversation.

"He doesn't play when it comes to you, either."

Franky hummed in agreement, fixing his position to ensure Robin's comfort. She had her back to his thighs, reading a book.

"Thank you, Zoro! Robin, you back me up as well."

Robin peeked at you over her book. "Luffy wouldn't mind if it was you who lost it, Name."

You let out a quiet groan and Franky barked out a laugh.

"Watch! I'll prove it to you all then, he's going to be so mad when he can't find it!"

When you approach Luffy, who was in the middle of a conversation with Usopp, asking for his hat, he gave it to you with no problem, but asked for a hug in return. You gave him the biggest hug ever, your mouth to his forehead, inhaling the smell of him. He made you feel so happy, so alive, you were thankful to have him.

Then, when the hours passed, and Luffy wanted to be near you at dinner, he asked the question that had you slightly on edge.

"Hey Name, can I have my hat back?"

You knew exactly where it was but for the sake of this challenge, you silence yourself. But knowing Luffy, he was pretty scary when he was angry. You didn't want to be the one to face it. But Nami's smug look was aggravating your soul.

"I-I lost it."

Silence.

Luffy blinked. "You lost it? How?"

"When we docked for a supply run, it flew off my head and I couldn't catch it in time." You lie.

He looked sad. A little disappointed. But...

He smiled.

And your heart froze for a second.

"That's okay, my lovely Name!" Luffy beamed at you, all trace of sadness and disappointment gone from his face. "I know you wouldn't do it on purpose. Shanks gave it to me, after all. You would never hurt me!"

You could only stand there, agape, as the others chuckle to themselves. You however weren't chuckling. Instead, you start crying.

"Wha- Name?" Sanji spluttered out in shock.

But you ran straight to Luffy, sobbing, and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly, kissing him all over his face, telling him how much you love him, and all he did was laugh, tell you to stop crying, and let him eat his meat. His hand was on your back, his cheek to your shoulder, still laughing as he ate.

"I'll be right back!" You say, managing to slip out of his tight embrace, and leave the room to get his Straw Hat.

When you return, you place the Straw Hat on his head, and his entire face brightened.

"Oh, I thought you lost it?!" Luffy laughed, eyes filled with so much joy your heart hurt.

"I failed a test," You grin. "Oh well, it was worth it, my love."

Then, when the dinner was over, and you and Luffy were safely tucked away in the comfort of your bed, did you continue to hold him close, kissing him all over his face, telling him how much you love him, even as he began to snore.

Zoro, Nami and Robin watch from the doorway, and so did Sanji who grumbled about "that should be me” and Robin and Nami stared at the scene with soft, gentle eyes.

"Let's leave them to it," Zoro says, turning on his heel. "Wouldn't want to disturb them."

With one last lingering glance towards you and their sleeping Captain did they turn with happy smiles of their own on their faces.

[oxygenisachoice]

East blue crew my beloved

[luffysscraps]

NSFW ALPHABET;🔞;FT MONKEY D. LUFFY

Cw: Fem reader; NFSW;🔞; Luffy is a warning himself

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex); He’s a little floaty to say the least. He’s in and out of Ecstasy and sleepiness. “Y-y/n? How do you feel… *snore* I’m tired…” He tries to stay awake, he really does but cumming just felt sooo good and now he’s sooo tired. He wraps an elastic arm around your body to pull you close and then snuggles into your neck before falling asleep. Not much clean up is done, he sees no need to and has no problem sleeping in the mess of your juices and his cum.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s); Oh he loves every single part of your body, but if he had to choose one part it’s not the typical ass, thighs or boobs. It’s your mouth. Something about your mouth is just so sexy to him, your lips, your teeth, the wetness, the warmth. Hmmm it melts him in seconds. He could just make out with you all day and cum from that if he wanted. Sometimes he gets boners just watching you eat something.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically); He’s nasty with his cum. He’ll cum anywhere and everywhere on your body. Your mouth, boobs, thighs, ass, stomach, back, inside your pussy, even in your ear. He loves the way you look when you’re completely drenched in his seed.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs); Luffy has no secrets, whatever he wants to try something he’s into he’ll tell you in a heartbeat without any hesitation or embarrassment. You laugh a certain way; “Man that was hot.” You’re sucking on an ice pop; “I wish that was my dick!” You simply sit down; “Why don’t you sit on me for once!?” All cats are out of the bag when Luffy’s around and he has no shame in telling you what he wants.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?); It’s hard to tell. I mean Luffy mates for life, one and done is enough for him. If he lost his virginity to you then you’re going to carry his children and die next to him. So he’s inexperienced in that department, but when he’s having sex it’s like his primal instincts just tell him what to do. He’s not a nervous virgin who slips up his first time, he’s acting like a sex god. Taking and learning from every single signal your body give him. Your surprised when he found your clit and abused the hell out of it! You thought it was his first time but here you are getting fucked to bits by a virgin. Afterwards you asked him and he just shrugged. “Just did what I thought was right!” He’ll laugh. “By the way why are you turned on when I touch your pee hole doesn’t that hurt?” “THAT’S MY CLIT YOU DIMWIT!”

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying); Piledriver. He loves to get in between you and have your body hunched over on itself while he holds your legs and almost breaks you in half. It’s the best position! He gets to see your body bend and twist with every thrust, and he can still see your face while he fucks you. He’s smiling down at you while your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your head getting smothered against the bedsheets with each and every thrust. Every now and then one of his hands will tickle your side just to hear your moan and laugh.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.); Are you serious? This man is goofy as hell even in the bedsheets. Nothing is ever serious to him, especially sex. To him sex should be a fun and heartfelt time. So he’ll crack jokes, tickle your sides, even make funny faces just to hear your beautiful laughs. “Y/n you moan like a chicken!” “N-no~ I don’t~! Y-you moan like a-a cow!” “Ha! No I don’t a cow would moan like this! MOOO~” You’ll cum and laugh at the same time with this man in bed.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.); Not groomed at all. He sees no point in it, it’s just going to grow back so why bother? He doesn’t care if he’s hairy down there, and he doesn’t care if you are either.Body Hair’s natural on bodies or else it wouldn’t grow there. He doesn’t see the big deal about it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect); He’s not romantic most of the time, but there are times where he’ll go on about how much he loves you while thrusting into you. It’s a rare moment where he’s not focused on cumming, but instead focused on getting the point across that he does love you. He loves you more then anything this world has to offer.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon); This man jacks off all of the time. Especially when he’s bored and there’s nothing to do, so if you’re not around or if you’re really not up for sex he’ll jack off. But he does it in your room—He’ll cum in your panties and put them back in your drawer like nothing happened. He’ll cum on your bed sheets and just cover the stain up with a pillow. He jacks off in your room because it smells like you and feels sooo warm. Your room would be covered with his DNA and if you ran a UV light over it you’d probably set your room on fire. (Ignorance is bliss)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks); He has so many, and I mean soooo many. One I haven’t talked about before is his scent kink. There’s something about your natural scent that drives him crazy. Your all natural smell, no lotions, no body wash, no perfumes to cover it up. It’s just so enticing. It’s just so… you. It smells so good. So after a long day of work out on the sea you lay down on your bed for a quick breather then plan on taking a quick shower before bed. But Luffy won’t let you. He cuddles up to you wrapping his limbs around you and he won’t let go. “Luffyyyy! Come on I need to take a shower I smell gross!” “No you don’t! You smell…. Good~” and before you know it he’s got your legs over his shoulder and his dick at your pussy’s entrance.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do); It’s a tie between your room and out on the deck. Well he like your room because it smells like you, and he could feel your presence everywhere in the room. It’s like he’s fucking twenty thousand of you at the same time. But he also likes out on the deck because it’s so exciting to think about getting caught. He likes to pair up with you on night watch and then fuck you over the railings. He’ll giggle and tell you to keep your voice down the others are sleeping.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going); Anything you do gets him turned on. If you sneeze, if you hiccup, if you just walk towards him he’ll get sprung at the most random times. You’ll be telling the team something serious and just gaze over to him to see if he understands and everyone is just staring at his hard on. “Uh oh….” “boner alert.” Nami and Usopp laugh on at their captain’s hard on. “DID YOU EVEN LISTEN TO A WORD I SAID!?” “Yeah, som’thing bout’ fight to save the island, can it wait like five minutes I’m hard and your speech was so sexy ;(“

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs); The only thing that would turn him off was if you were actually hurt. At the first sight of blood he pulls out and sits you up asking if you’re okay. “Ah it’s okay Luffy I just wasn’t all the way ready! We can continue-“ He feels SOO BAD! He refuses to go on even if his boner is still raging. He never in a million years wants to hurt you. So hurting you is where he draws the line. (Now if you’re on your period that’s a totally different topic )

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.); It’s a tie! He loves eating your pussy for hours on end but he also loves when his cock is deep down your throat. He’s a babbling mess when you go down on him the same way you are when he’s down on you. So 69 is the best position when he wants to eat you out but he also wants his dick sucked.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.); He’s fast and rough most of the time. He doesn’t know what the word. “Gentle” means. He just thinks with his dick when he’s having sex and his dick wants to go fast and feel your insides grip him tighter. So that’s what he does. But if you ask him to slow down, if he’s in his right mind he will for about two minutes or so. Then it’s right back to him chasing his orgasm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.); Quickies are fun to him! He loves them, if he’s got a boner he’ll rush over to you and throw you into the nearest broom closet; bush; tree. And in about three minutes or so he’ll come out with a satisfied look on his face while you’re still recovering, covered in hickies and cum. He just gets these urges where he needs to give you all of him and show you his love, and those urges happen more often then not. Sex with him can go on from anywhere to 2 minutes to 3 hours.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.); All Luffy does is take risks and the same thing applies in the bedroom. He’ll try anything he’s read about recently or just a random thought that comes to his mind. “Y/N! Why don’t you fuck me tonight! Chopper said there’s this thing in my ass and it’s basically a giant cum button! Can you press it for me?!” “Luffy! I don’t have a dick!” “Hmm you’re right! Well use your fingers then!” “Or you can stretch your dick straight into your asshole! Haha-“ “Y/N! YOU’RE A GENIUS-“ “I WAS JOKING-“

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?); Hours, days, weeks, months. His stamina is that of a world record marathon runner. Sometimes he can only take one or two rounds but other times he can go up to twenty. It all just depends on the day and his mindset.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?); “Toys what are those?! Let’s try them out!” He says as he’s stuffing the whole rack of anal beads down his throat thinking they were grapes. He doesn’t know what he’s doing but they’re a lot of fun! He loves stuffing your cunt full of vibrators and watching them all twirl and buzz against your slick. He’ll try some out too! You have a blindfold on him, a cock ring around his balls and his hands tied behind his back while your putting on a… what was it called? A strap on? He doesn’t know what that is but he’s ready to have some fun! “Oh boy! I can’t wait for the surprise- Ahha~!”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease); Luffy loves to tease you. “Where do you want it?” He’ll ask and once you finally recover enough to answer him he’ll shove his cock back inside of you with a grin continuing to fuck you into a babbling mess. “What was that?! Can’t hear you hehehe!” He’s giggling and laughing at your attempt to speak.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.); Oh my gosh he’s so loud. He groans, whimpers and moans loudly right into your ear. “Y/n~ y/n~ oh~ oh~ Y/n~” is all he can say most of the time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character); Dare I say it. You already know that Luffy likes to stretch his dick inside of you. He makes it so long that it knocks on you womb’s gate with every thrust. He also likes to feel your own skin stretch out with a stomach budge when he’s deep inside.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes); Good lord. 7’1 inches soft, 2’3 inches thick. Big and fat juicy balls. Uncut, A dark tan color shaft and a light coral red tip. This man is packing and doesn’t even know it. If he sits manspread you can see his dick print through his shorts while he’s soft. He doesn’t get what the big deal is about, what? Is his size not average?

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?); His sex drive reaches the heavens and stars above. Luffy needs to cum AT LEAST 10 times a day. It’s that bad. Normally he likes to fuck them all out at once in a hour long session, but if he’s low on time or has something going on, quickies will suffice his urge to cum. You can usually tell when he’s about to snap, he’s biting nothing and gripping his thigh so harshly. He’ll just stare at you like “I need you now.” And teleport you and him to the bedroom.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards); “ah~ Luffy I’m cumm-“ “Zzz…” As long as you’ve finished, he’ll fall straight to sleep. As much stamina as he has, once he’s out, he’s out like a light. He won’t even move he’ll just fall asleep on top of you with his dick still inside of you. Look he means well but he’s just so sleepy.

I had tooo much fun writing this! <3 my brain dead king! Zoro and Sanji NSFW alphabets are coming soon!

[luffysscraps]

-Thinking about getting a massage from Luffy. His body is so soft and he has the consistency of rubber. Oh my lord I’m melting.

Drabble;sfw?

“Shishishi~! Com’here le’me kneed you out~!” He laughs grabbing your body by his stretchy limbs and forcing you against the bed. You groaned trying to squirm and get away from him, not liking the feeling of massages but Luffy holds you down tightly.

His hands firmly grasp your shoulders, his thumbs softly run circles around your muscles before he begins to kneed and pull your aching skin. You can’t help but let out soft moans and whines as he gives your muscles the aching release they needed so badly. “Feels good, don’t it?” He grins with a gummy smile. His body is directly on top of yours and his head rests on yours, looking down at your pleasure filled face as his hands work their rubbery magic.

With every giggle he gives, his stomach vibrates giving your back a consistent vibration to smooth out any pains you may have from battles. His legs are wrapped around your waist so you can’t escape him, he sits up on top of you smoothing your back out like pizza dough before rolling his fists back. “Gum-gum! Massage gatling!” He called out with a laugh, sending your back tender and light punches at a quick speed to relieve the pain. You groan out in satisfaction with every single punch, your hums and whines adding to the vibrations.

The rubber man on top of you plays with you as if you’re play doh. He rubs your back soothingly making sure to get every kink and pain out of you. He loves hearing your pleasure filled sounds and your delighted facial expressions. And once it’s over he’ll stretch his head to dip over yours and give your nose a kiss. “Told ya it wasn’t that bad~!” He hummed lovingly.

-No because I dreamt about Luffy giving me a massage last night and it felt. SO GOOD! Normally I hate it when people touch me but good lord that man could work his magic. I love him so much.

[luffysscraps]

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Ft; The straw hat pirates

•Luffy

-“huh? Why do you think I call you pretty? Of course you’re pretty! You’re like the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen! You silly girl.” He grabs your waist and tickles you until you can’t laugh any more, all with the widest smile on his face.

•Zoro

-“What type of question is that? You think I’d be dating you if you weren’t?” He looks at you as if you’re stupid for a second then a smile finds its way to his face. “You’re a cutie.”

•Nami

-“Sure you’re pretty, but I’m prettier! Don’t ya think~?” She teases you with a smile sticking her tongue out and flashing a peace sign at you. But then she hugs you and rubs her cheek against yours. “You caught me! I was lying! You’re wayyy cuter then me!”

•Usopp

-“W-well I uh- of course you’re pretty! You’re beautiful! Magnificent! The beautiful partner of the great captain Usopp!” He says with red cheeks and a puffed up chest. Standing tall as he wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you into his chest.

•Sanji

-“My dear! You’re more then pretty~! You’re beautiful! The apple of my eye! You’re beauty is far too complex for us mortals to understand! You’re a goddess! An angel sent from heaven above gracing me with your presence! You’re-“ The male talks on and on for HOURS about your grace and beauty all with hearts in his eyes.

•Robin

-“Y/N… you’re beautiful.” Is all she says with a sweet smile on her face. Her beautiful ocean eyes gracing yours. Hands appearing from your sides and wrapping you in a hug. It was soft, warm and gentle. Once her hands disappear she moves in and gives you another hug with a soft, closed eyed smile.

•Franky

-“YOU’RE SUPER PRETTY! WHO TOLD YOU, YOU WEREN’T?!? I’LL BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA THEM BABE. U N’ ME 4EVER!” Now you’ve got him started. He’s doing poses and moving rapidly around you, switching from telling you how pretty and beautiful you are to how he’d beat whoever called you ugly into the ground.

[nicorobinluvr]

Awwww

[luffysscraps]

Throat choke;🔞;Drabble;Ft; Monkey D. Luffy

Cw;NSFW;Fem reader;Spit kink;Choking;Gross Luffy;Sloppy sex

“Mo~More~! D-deeper~ open wider~!” Luffy requested so much from you when he knew you had your throat filled with his cock. Your head hung over the bedside while his hips were leveled with your head. His hips would snap and thrust into your mouth at a very quick pace, choking you every time his length reached the back of your throat. His balls would slap against your face with every thrust, giving your skin a colored mark in the shape of his testicles and whiff of his musk.

Tears flowed down your face from you gagging on his cock. His hands gripped the sides of your face to hold you steady like you were nothing but his toy. “S-soo~ good~! Aha~ ahh~!” God He’s so loud, if the bed rocking didn’t give it away his moans and groans sure will. You felt his drool fly from out of his mouth and onto your breasts coating it in his slime. From the side of your face all the way to your stomach was covered in hickies and love bites. The male had devoured you earlier and now it was your turn to be his little toy.

You felt him in your skull, he was fucking your brains out with every single thrust. He would go in fast spurts, fucking you into oblivion before he stops, holds your head firmly on his balls while his whole dick is inside of your mouth. He stopped briefly to pant and catch his breath, unintentionally choking you with his dick. The skin of his balls sticking to your nostrils, not allowing you to breath and suffocating you silently. Your eye’s sclera turn red from the lack of oxygen, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you tug on his thigh, desperately trying to get his attention so you can breath again.

“Whoops, sorry-“ Is all he says as he pulls his length out of your mouth. You cough and gag, tears streaming down your face and you feel a bit light headed. It was an honest mistake! You should really tell him when you can’t breath!

Anyways, he’s back on it in seconds. Recovering his stamina faster then you can your need to breath. Right after apologizing for choking you, he’s right back at it. Shoving his dick down your throat, his dick stretching the skin around your throat causing a bulge to show in your throat. You whine and moan sending vibrations up his cock that only seem to motivate him more in chasing his orgasm. “Sooo~ Good~ Hahaha~! Y/N~! Your mouth is so tight! Gonna empty my balls down your throat~!” Luffy cries out, he’s rambling almost like a mad man as he fucks your throat. Spitting a bit when he speaks, causing it to splash on your face and chest.

Your eyes roll back as his speed somehow increases, you didn’t think he could get any faster but he does. His size hits the back of your throat with strength and speed, so hard and so rapidly your throat would be sore in the morning. Your mouth making naughty sounds from the gargling and gagging on his dick. His moans and skin slapping mixing with the noises causing the room to sound like nothing less then a porn shoot.

Luffy throws his head back and slams his length down your throat one last time. “Ugh-UGHA~! C-Cumming~!” He speaks babbles as his loads shoots to the back of your throat, only stopped from going down it by the latex condom around his length. He squirms and jolts as his seed keeps flowing, his dick twitching and throbbing with every shot, shooting his sticky cum down your throat. You feel the condom filling inside of your throat, a bag of cum now lodged in your gullet.

Once he was finished, he pulled out panting, the weight of his cum causing the condom to shimmy off of him a bit. The ball of cum still stuck in your throat as he’s panting besides you. “Hah…ha…” He pants out above you, sweat grazing his abs as he can only think about the blissful Ecstasy he had just moments ago. Your face turns red as you gag and inhale on the ball of cum stuck in your throat.

You try to force it out with a couple of hard blows but you were too weak and tired from being fucked out. It’s only when Luffy feels your weak fingers tapping on his thighs and your hics and coughs does he notice the condom’s end is still in your throat. He’s about to pull it out to help you but he only watches as finally one of your gags kicked the latex bag out of your throat. The cum bag covered in your spit sat and rolled down your face as you were panting trying to recover your breath.

He stared at you with wide eyes. His dick instantly hard again from the gross and sexy sight of you. His face filled with red, he knows it’s a long shot because you look half conscious at this point but…

“One more.” He begs like he did the last time and before you know it your throat is clogged with his cock once again.

[luffysscraps]

Please I have baby fever! I NEED monster trio as dads headcanons. I blame Bluey for this. Thanks in advance 💕🤞🏾

Monster trio as fathers

Ft; Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Cw; Fem reader. Nothing else just fluff.

•Luffy

Luffy gets you pregnant by accident. But he’s not worried about it at all, he’s really happy. “We’re having a baby?! That’s so cool!” He’s very excited to be a father but knows little to nothing about it.

You two have a baby girl. And he’s so happy! He doesn’t care much about the gender of the baby. He’ll love his child no matter what. The second she’s out of you and into his hands he holds her up for everyone to see. “Look! Look she’s here!” He shouts while joyful tears fall from his cheeks.

His little girl gets only the best from Luffy. He bathes her, feeds her and changes her all the time. He feeds her a little bit too much, and she has a never ending stomach like her father. She’s almost always hungry resulting in baby chub.

A giggly baby! This girl loves to laugh! She laughs more then anything else and with her jokester of a father she gets more then enough daily giggles. His stretchy skin makes for a great toy! He can pull on his face and make funny faces. Give her a finger to tug and listen to her laugh as it stretches. And even great to chew on. She kinda ends up thinking every human is like that though and tugs on people randomly. And she’s got a lot of strength for a baby (I mean look at who her dad is.) The force of her tug was enough to trip Zoro.

But once she’s old enough to start crawling and waddling, Luffy’s always active with her, chasing her, playing tag with her and playing with her. Her baby chub quickly melts away with him around. She’s so playful, always babbling and tugging on his leg to chase her and Luffy’s always up for the challenge. She has Luffy’s big wide eyes and looks like a carbon copy of her father.

These two are always talking, like always. Even when she literally can’t communicate beyond a few words and the rest is babbles. He will sit there and listen to her for hours on end and respond to everything she’s saying as if she’s actually speaking. He loves hearing her voice, whether it’s her managing to say ‘papa’ or her spitting her tongue out at him.

He takes her everywhere with him. He’s always holding her close to his chest while exploring new towns and villages. Everyone tells him not to bring her into dangerous places but he doesn’t listen. So to calm everyone’s nerves a little bit, Franky makes him a chest baby carrier that’s reinforced with armor. That only ends up making it worse though because now he thinks he can take her exploring with him. Like this man sees no problem in adventuring in a scary, dark forest where man eating predators are everywhere with a baby. He slingshots back to the ship with her in her carrier giggling against his chest and he feels proud of himself. Only for Nami to hit him and tell him how dangerous that was. The only situation he hands her off to you or someone else is when he’s about to engage in a tough battle. He’s confident in his skills and knows he can win but he’s not taking any chances of his sunshine getting hurt.

Given she looks just like her father, (and the fact he practically shoved her in Koby’s and Helmeppo’s faces when their fleet showed up to apprehend them) the navy knows the king of the pirates has a child. They’ve been trying to wipe you off the map for some time now and the same goes for your daughter despite her only being months old. No matter they’re not getting their hands on her. Luffy is serious when anything has to do with his daughter and if the marines think they can pull a fast one on him and kidnap his daughter, He sends their whole fleet to a watery grave. Even taking out every nearby marine base in the area to send a loud and clear message to the marines. ‘Don’t fuck with his daughter.’

When she’s around 5 the two somehow manage to get even closer then before. With her newfound ability to talk and make sense while doing it. They talk for HOURS. About food, games, books, the sky, fishing, everything. He tells her tales of his adventures and how her papa became pirate king. The two are best friends.

In all honesty he wants another one, maybe two, or three if you let him. She brings him back to when he was a kid and he wants her to have siblings like he did. But then he remembers an important lesson that he passes down to his daughter.

Luffy sits on the thousand Sunny’s figurehead. His daughter sitting besides him and wearing her straw hat that he had passed down to her. The little girl carrying the legacy of the king of the pirates without knowing it. They’re both silent but it’s a comfortable silence. He then looks over to her with a soft smile on his lips, bringing a finger up to her cheek and poking her. He laughs and brings her closer to him sitting her down on his lap. Some wisdom from the past remerges while he watches the sunset with his daughter. And suddenly he begins to speak. “Here’s a little secret sunshine, once you share a bottle of sake, you can become siblings with anyone.”

“Really? That’s all it takes?”

“Of course it does! Your papa would never lie to you! So when you find your long lost sibling. Rejoice with them over sake. Alright?”

“Alright papa!” Luffy smiles and looks at the setting sun wondering what the future held for the little girl who had the world in her palms.

•Zoro

“Run that by me again…?” Just like Luffy, Zoro gets you pregnant by accident. It’s not that he’s scared or anything, you’re the only woman he’d want to have a child with. But it’s just that he’s not prepared. It was something he wasn’t expecting.

The two of you have a baby boy. In all honesty that’s what he was hoping for. You swear while you’re recovering from giving birth you heard him give out a small cheer in triumph when Chopper announced the gender. ‘Did he think this was a challenge?!’ He’s attached the second he holds him. His son melts his heart when he grasps his giant finger with his tiny one.

Although he wasn’t prepared he’s surprisingly good with a child. He changes him, feeds him and bathes him. Bonding over the little moments like washing out his hair for the first time. You swear you saw tears but this man literally forced the tear back into his eye when you pointed it out.

His son is silent baby. He doesn’t cry, he doesn’t whine. He only lets out small babbles every now and again when he’s trying to get your attention. You ask Chopper if he’s okay and he’s perfectly healthy. He just doesn’t show a lot of emotion. You can get him to laugh, giggle and smile if you try but on the day to day he is totally silent.

When Zoro has to watch him, he trains with him on top of him. Using his son as a little extra weight. It’s kinda adorable actually. He’s lifting up tons of weight above his head while the baby boy is sucking his thumb in the sling around his chest. He’s acting so tough while doing dead lifts. And every time he comes back down he gives his son a little forehead kiss.

When he begins crawling and waddling Zoro is determined to get him walking. He’s literally the best baby coach, always hyping his son up for the littlest things. “ ‘Atta boy!” “That’s my son!” “Did anyone else see that?! That’s my kid! He came from me!” Like- calm down he just clapped his hands. He supports his son in every little thing and helps him walk for the first time. Again he sucks up his tears and pretends he’s not crying. He’s so proud of the little guy.

He mostly hands him off to you when you guys are on a new island. He knows his son is safe with you, and with you carrying the baby he can protect both of you at the same time. Plus he’s known to get lost and one of his worse fears is getting lost with his child. If he’s lost by himself as least he knows you two are both safe. If he got lost with his child he’d be paranoid for his child’s safety. He knows he can protect him from any physical harm but he can’t use three sword style with him near. Plus he’d have to make sure he’s hydrated, and well fed, and it’s just a lot of stress on him. It’s better if you have him and stick in groups when exploring.

When he’s finally starting to walk on his own Zoro buys him a small wooden toy sword. And just like his father he’s skilled with a sword. He loves it a lot, he likes to swing it on anything and everything. He often knocks anyone who walks past him on their legs and his favorite victim is Sanji. And Zoro’s just like “Yes, Yes hit him!” You apologize daily to Sanji when you find your son has been beating him up all day. Your son is confused, Papa says yes and mama says no. So to please you both he hits Sanji when his father’s near and doesn’t when you’re nearby.

Once he’s 5 Zoro starts training his little boy. He’s not soft on him at all and respects him as a swordsmen. Although Zoro loved his teacher when he was younger he just had wished he had treated him like he was an equal instead of a child. So he instructs his son as if they are equal. Most think this would cause him to relent his father but your son has Roronoa genes and it just bonds him closer with his father.

Zoro’s sword clashes against the smaller sword as his son’s stance was getting tougher and harder to block. Nonetheless Zoro doesn’t let him win. He smacks the sword out of his hand and makes him yield. “That’s another win-“ Zoro goes to speak but he sees the slight tension in his son’s eyes and immediately bends down to the boy’s height. “What’s troubling ya kid?”

“I just don’t get it. I can defeat pirates twice my size, Marines, almost anyone, but I can’t beat you.” Zoro hears his son’s lament and it reminds him of a familiar feeling he had when he was younger. And before he can speak another word Zoro leans in and hugs him. “So? What does it matter. Maybe one day you’ll beat me, maybe one day you won’t. Maybe one day you’ll beat someone stronger than me… maybe you won’t. And that’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, and if you want to defeat me well it’ll take a lot longer and more practice.” Zoro picks up the green haired boy and holds him in his hands running a hand through his shaggy locks.

“Don’t pressure yourself. Just worry about what you can do today. Tomorrow will always exist.” Zoro says simply and that calms the five year old’s nerves. The male gives him a smile and ruffles his locks before going to leave the crow’s nest. “Alright now let’s find mama.”

•Sanji

Unlike everyone else, Sanji gets you pregnant because you two think you’re ready for a child. Keyword Is think. “Oh my love~ I’ve prepared the strawberries cream cheese and jalapeños you’ve request~!“ You don’t lift a finger during your pregnancy. Sanji does everything for you and forbids you to go exploring or fight during this time. For better or for worse you stay with the Sunny every time it docks. And Sanji prefers to stay with you every time but if he genuinely can’t and needs to help protect the crew he kisses you like it’s his last every single time.

You two have a baby girl and Sanji is ecstatic. He’s going overboard already, buying hundreds of outfits, toys and baby equipment. He bathes her, cleans her, feeds her and if he knew how Sanji would breath for her. You rarely get to see her and she’s YOUR baby. Like Sanji’s practically raising her all by himself. He does her hair, combing her long blonde locks back into two big pigtails. She looks just like her father, even having his ‘curly brows’.

She’s a shy baby. She’s a scaredy cat, and she cries easily. Sanji’s always there to help her feel better. He’s always there to rock her to sleep, and to play with her to stop her from crying. It takes a while for her to get settled with the crew as they all sorta scared her and made her tear up. But Zoro scared her the most for some odd reason. She starts screaming and crying whenever he enters the room and Sanji immediately gets pissed at him. “GET OUT OF HERE MOSS HEAD!” And your daughter is grateful her father’s there to protect her from that scary man.

He sits her down in a high chair nearby while he’s cooking. Making sure to keep her far away from any harm but close enough encase she falls out of the chair. She loves to sing and babble Melodies. She makes the perfect cooking partner. He listens to her sing while he works and hands off little cuts of food to her to taste. “Hmm this taste good?” He’d ask when he hands her a slice carrot. She babbles happily nodding her head while chewing on the carrot slice.

He’s a helicopter parent. He’s always making sure his baby girl is safe. He’s always checking that knifes are put away, and that she can’t play with anything dangerous. Hell he even bubble wraps some baby toys that are too sharp for his likings (calm down babe it’s a plastic fishing rod). He keeps her away from the railings, standing far back and holding her tightly so there’s no chance of her falling in. The worse thing that could possibly happen to him is if she ever gets hurt. Even small bumps or her falling down breaks his self esteem. “I’m a terrible father, how could I have let this happen.” He soothes her pain to the best of his ability but feels so, so terrible he let it happen.

He’s a picture dad. Whoever let this man get his hands on a camera made the biggest mistake of their lives because now they have to deal with him showing them baby pictures of her. Every single second of the day. “Oh! Oh here’s where she spit out her tongue at her food! And here’s her sleepy face! Isn’t she so adorable!” He gushes over her showing them pictures and taking up their life while his daughter is right there staring at them both. He takes pictures of every little moment and makes not just one scrap book, but multiple. On every island he makes sure to stock up on camera film because it’s most likely going to be gone by tomorrow.

Speaking of which when the Sunny is docked on a new island your daughter is with you at all times. Knowing Luffy’s attraction to danger and how he’s one of the strongest he often has to fight. He instructs you to run and hide in the safest place possible with your daughter if danger arises. He trusts you to protect her but when push comes to shove but he rather you both are safe while there’s danger around. And if you’re threatened, or worse. Your daughter is. Sanji will rip anyone who threatens his family apart and with no remorse. Even women. That’s how you know he’s serious.

When she’s 5 Sanji’s even closer with his little one. He buys her anything she asks for! It’s all worth it just to see her smile. (Nami never gives him allowance anymore since he spent millions of berry on a purebred horse rental for her). She’s the sweetest little girl around, and has a soft spot for animals. She wants to become a veterinarian even. And while Sanji knows little to nothing about animal care, he’s still his daughter’s biggest fan and supporter. But his world opened when he found his daughter we crying, he wondered why but then saw the dead squirrel in her palms. She must have snuck it back on the ship and kept it as a pet, but due to Sanji’s sheltering she didn’t know what was going on. He neglected to teach her about death, he thought such scary things and concepts could wait until she was older but it was clear he made a mistake.

“P-papa….” “Oh come here sweetheart…” Sanji engulfs her in a hug and pulls her into his lap while she cries into his chest. “I don’t know why he won’t wake up! I brought him food and water! B-but he hasn’t woken up in two days! I-I don’t know why but I feel sad! W-what’s wrong with Mr. Squirrel?” As his daughter cries and sniffles against him he doesn’t know where to start really. He stammers over his words before he starts. “Honey…Mr. Squirrel is dead…” “He stopped breathing and now he’s not here anymore. No one knows where you go when you die but he’s not with us anymore.”

“O-oh… well can he come back and say goodbye first?”

“I’m sorry sweetie but that’s not possible.”

“Oh well…. Can… can we die too? Is that gonna happen to you one day? And… mama? And me?”

“Yes sweetheart. Everyone dies. But it’s always at the right time, you’ll make memories you’ll never forget and when it’s time for your journey to end. It must meet its end.”

“I don’t want to die.”

“No one does. And if you could live forever I’d find a way for you too. But for now it’s something that happens to everyone and everything. There’s no need to be scared of it. It’s just apart of life. Don’t worry about it now my love, for now we can burry Mr. Squirrel and have a funeral at the next island. Would you like that my dear?”

The air is quite somber as the little girl processes what death is and that she can’t run away from it. Her tears come to a stop and suddenly she doesn’t feel that sad anymore now that she realizes it’s a part of life. “Mmhmm… I’d like that.” She whispers and Sanji smiles at her picking her up and exiting her bedroom. “Now let’s go find a shoebox to put him in until the next island.”

[mytanuki-kun]

   “She’s so pretty”

- ☆ - Luffy x Reader

- ☆ - !WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT- 18+!

- ☆ - 10.9 k

- ☆ - tags : ♧ Fem!Reader ♧reader-insert ♧ curvy!reader ♧ reader is a new strawhat pirate ♧ some minor fat-phobia from Sanji but it's not hate, just for plot- he's my bbygirl i promisee <333 ♧ size difference ♧ strength kink ♧ oral.f.recieving + fingering ♧ minor cum play if you squint ♧ lots of praises ♧ Luffy being a tease ♧ nothing major, just cute :3 ♧ - ☆ - a/n : ♧ this was commissioned by a lovely anon, I hope you like it ♧ One Piece is my newest hyperfixation, and Luffy is my fave strawhat, this was my first time writing him and it was so much fun :3 he's just so cute hehe ♧ never had a beta, we die like fools ♧

“She’s so pretty”.

 You have heard your Captain say the same thing a few times now— every time he does, Zoro usually responds with a tired sigh and grumble, “Why don’t you just tell her, idiot?” He’d lean against the mast, his eyes closed and fully aware that Luffy is referring to you every time he interrupts his peace with his goofy sighs, talking animatedly and smiling wide in the only way he knows how.

  Boisterous and shameless.  

 It’s nothing new; you are used to Luffy’s colourfully confident outbursts about you, despite the way they used to make you blush. Often hearing it to your face and behind your back, or rather when he assumes you are not within earshot.

 Not that it matters to him. Luffy has never once said something he did not mean.

 So, when he shouts, when he hollers in the morning over your new outfit and calls you pretty in the same breath, you laugh bashfully, and your smile makes his beam.

 And today is no different.

 Luffy’s voice tends to carry in the air whenever he speaks, filling the space with his spirit. All the while, you sit on the swing, the sides only slightly digging into your curvy hips— trying not to overhear the conversation from across the grassy deck with your nose buried in a book. Though, your fidgeting gives away how difficult it is to ignore them. The day is warm and bright enough without Luffy’s endearing praises triggering palpitations in your chest.

 “Why are you bothering me?” Zoro booms, exasperated by another unprompted comment about you, "Go tell her!”

 “I already told her this morning!” Luffy shouts with a grin, “I’m telling you!”

 “And why the fuck are you telling me?! I don’t care!”

 His face falls, “You don’t think she’s pretty?”

 “I never said that!” Zoro exhales shakily, pinching the bridge of his nose as if gathering every ounce of patience he can muster. “Go bother someone else with your crush”, he grumbles, “I’m tryin’ to sleep”.

 “Well, I told Sanji over breakfast”, Luffy states, in an odd tone you don’t quite catch from your position, “and then he called me stupid for saying it”.

 “What did you say?” He asks cautiously.

 “That she looked really pretty in her skirt this morning”, Luffy says in a flat tone, his head cocked to the side the way it does when he is trying to figure something out a little too slowly. “Sanji likes girls in skirts, but he said girls like her don’t suit it”, his brows knit, “I don’t get it”.

 Zoro and you both freeze. A tightness compresses in your chest, drying your throat as you fidget in the seat.

 Though you have only been on board for six weeks, Sanji’s dissatisfaction was not news to you or anyone who would catch his off-handed comments whenever you dared to share a meal with them. Including when he would blatantly exclude you from the special treats he cooked for Robin and Nami, muttering how you did not need any more sugar in your diet. It was uncomfortable for anyone who heard it except the sweet, clueless Captain who could never see tension past his plate.

 You weren’t the type to start a fight— but you could defend yourself well enough, especially against men like Sanji, who exuded hostility in your direction whenever you coincidentally walked past. Like your very existence was a disgrace. Your curves, ass, chub and thighs a blight to the man who claimed to love all women.

 In those moments you would laugh, hissing a snide remark which eases the tension and often has the others laugh at him instead of sitting with the awkwardness he creates for you. Luffy’s rambunctious laughter always turns the tide, shifting the attention away from you, even stealing treats Sanji withholds and sharing them with you as a childish act of rebellion which means more to you than he realises.

  Life on the Sunny is exciting, and if it means tolerating Sanji’s attitude, then you will bear it. And if it includes hearing Luffy shout your name, then you can go on pretending his smile glows just for you when he says it. The sort of warmth that bathes your skin like the first beams of sunlight on a summer’s morning. Radiant.

  There is not one present now. He stays seated in contemplation. An unnatural frown twists the shape of his smile.

 You sigh, fiddling with the skirt they spoke of now riding up your pillowy thighs, a lovely pink one you made yourself the other day. You were quite proud of it, and hearing Luffy’s cheery comment this morning warmed your cheeks— unaware of disapproving glares when Luffy’s loud compliment drowned out any animosity.

 Now, a twinge of discomfort and anger flushes your face while Zoro struggles to find the words without making the scene any more uncomfortable.

 “That pervy cook is stupid”, he hisses in the end. “If you think she’s pretty, then that’s it. That’s the only thing that matters”, Zoro says firmly, giving his friend a pointed look before scoffing lightly. “Anyway, forget that idiot. He has no dignity around girls anyway”.

 Luffy hums thoughtfully, and for once, he’s quiet. He tilts his head, listening to the wind howl around the ship and ruffle the sails.

 The anticipation is palpable, the rock of the boat twists your stomach further. You can’t help but watch him even though it’s obvious and incredibly impolite.

 It’s Luffy’s enthusiasm, laughter, and devotion to freedom on the sea that captured your heart. His sincerity has a way of uplifting everyone it touches, inspiring loyalty and friendship, like there’s a magnetic flair pulsing around him, luring people into his life. Luffy is earnest. He is honest and bold. 

  His opinion matters to you.

 “I like her!” Luffy declares loudly, unaware you squeak in surprise at his shout. “She’s great!”

  “And pretty?” Zoro teases lightly, eyeing your shy smile from across the deck.

 Luffy snickers, wiping his nose bashfully with another one of his radiant grins, “Yea! I really don’t notice stuff like that. But when Usopp said she has a big butt, I saw it!” 

  “God!” Zoro shouts, blushing hard as he whips his head between you and his clueless Captain. “Why are you listening to Usopp?!”

 “Cause he helped me notice!” Luffy screams back, throwing his arms in the air as if it were a revelation. “He said she’s probably soft all over, an’ I wanna know too! An’ I like the way her butt moves when she walks past, shishishi”.

 Zoro groans, uncomfortable with the new direction of the conversation, knowing you were right across the deck listening in with a giggle you could not hide behind a book. “Okay, that’s enough”.

 “An’ I wanna squeeze her thighs—”

 “Jeez, stop it!”

 “They’re so squishy!” He shouts, demonstrating by groping the air with greedy grabbing fingers that made you snort, “—like marshmallows, I wanna bite ‘em!”

 “Please, stop”.

 “She smells good too”, Luffy continues snickering, even when Zoro covers his ears and turns away from his friend, wishing for the torment to end. “I asked her what it is, an’ she said it’s this coco-summin’ butter. She won’t let me taste it— but it makes me so hungry! Oh! Is it lunchtime yet? I’m getting hungry again”.

 “Then leave me alone, goddammit!” Zoro turns his back to him, now lying on the grassy deck with the sun beaming on his tanned skin, eyes clamped shut, vanishing the rest of the world— but not its irritating chatter. Luffy does not take the hint, choosing to plop right next to his best friend, legs crossed and the cutest pout on his lips.

 “I’m just saying”, he goes on with the most dramatic sigh, “I’m glad she joined the crew! She’s fun and nice, and so-so cool! Oh! And she made a really nice pudding yesterday— ooo! I wonder if there’s more in the fridge?!”

 “Can’t be”, Zoro mutters, utterly defeated, “you ate it all”.

  “Oh, yeah”, his expression deflates.

 “Why not ask her now?” Zoro exclaims audibly, “oh look, there she is!”

 That does the trick. Luffy jumps up, turning away from the swordsman and slinging himself at the tree where you sat.

 He lands ungracefully, stuck in its branches with twigs and leaves falling on you until he collapses at your feet.

 Luffy doesn’t miss a beat, practically shouting in your face, “Can you make that yummy pudding again?!”

 You gleam, dusting your lap off loose leaves. “Sure, Captain! I’ll just finish my book, okay?” His impatient huff pudges his cheeks. Your heart blooms, instantly conceding with a sigh, “How about you give me a hand, then?”

 “YES!” He grabs you without a second thought, his hand large and warm clasped in yours, you try not to read too much into it as he drags you to the kitchen. “Sanji! Sanji! Where are the pudding things? I’m gonna make some!”

 “THERE’S NO WAY YOU’RE MESSING UP MY KITCHEN!” Sanji bellows from the boy's room, running up to the kitchen to beat him to the fridge, “I WOULDN’T TRUST YOU TO POUR MILK!” 

 “PUDDING!”

 “I SAID DON’T TOUCH!”

 You shake your head, taking out the mixing bowls well away from the fridge they fight over, both screaming at the other the only way brothers do— with fists and insults thrown.

 “I JUST WANT PUDDING!”

 “GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY FRIDGE!”

 Luffy latches on to the fridge door, taking the assault of harsh kicks to the back as the cook attempts to forcibly wring his stretchy body off the metal handle.

 You ignore their chaos for a moment, mildly surprised no one else had come to investigate the noise, only when they rattle the massive fridge do you smack them both.

 “Okay!” you holler, “That’s enough!”

“HE WON’T LET ME OPEN THE FRIDGE”

 “HE’S NOT TOUCHING MY FRIDGE—”

They scream at you, pointing an accusatory finger at the other. You shush them calmly, forced to be the voice of reason when the blonde doesn’t even attempt to hide his feelings towards you with a deep scowl.

 “Sanji don’t worry”, you try to say reassuringly, but his glare burns too hot to maintain civility. It pains you to feel such distrust, but you stand firm anyway. “I’m making the pudding, Luffy promises to not touch anything, right?”

 “You said I could help”, he whines, sliding down the fridge door.

 It is always so hard to say no to him, it’s like you melt under the shine of his eyes.

 “Of course, sorry!” you beam at him, your affections always obvious to everyone but the man it is directed to. You turn back to Sanji, “Luffy can stir the bowl, I promise to clean up afterwards, okay?”

 He's silent for a little too long. Sanji’s rejection sits in his furrowed brows, his sneer curled behind his cigarette, but a presence shifts behind him, and he nods slowly. Demeanour cracking. “Sure, I’ll just be observing, then”.

 “That’s okay”, you sigh, only slightly agitated to be micromanaged, “I’ll make plenty for everyone”.

 “No way!” Luffy interjects, letting go of the fridge finally, “you promised it was just for me! I am not sharing!”

“I know, Captain. I’ll make a huge batch just for you, yeah?” you laugh, turning around to start prepping the dessert and feeling his stare curve down your back. His earlier words thrum with a blush you’re thankful neither of them can see. You just do your best to ignore the tension that swirls from behind, but Luffy doesn’t sit still for long.

 “Lemme help!” he jumps, landing right beside you, squishing you into the counter with his hard body— unphased by the tight proximity as his grin widens, “let’s cook!”

 Your laugh sounds strained compared to his, but it passes off just fine anyway, letting him do as he pleases.

 Luffy engages in an animated conversation watching you prepare the dessert. His ‘help’ is a loose term that mostly includes snickering and sneaking the chocolate into his mouth every second your back is turned, then feigning innocence when you confront him with the missing ingredient.

 You can only laugh, butterflies always present whenever he grins at you— while Sanji sits in mild agitation at the counter, but he is easy to ignore, given how Luffy’s surprisingly large hands never stay far from your waist.

 Always grabbing and manhandling you. Affectionately squeezing your arms, and shoulders, leaning into you whenever he speaks— his gaze following your every move like they’re latched at your shadow.

 He is relentless, restless, and mischievously clings onto your back whenever you turn away from him for too long. His strong arms lock around your body and squeezes you into his bare chest while laughing airily into your ear.

 He’s an affectionate person, you know this— but to feel his body constantly pressed against yours is— it’s hot. It’s maddening.

 You can’t focus— your hands shake when he grabs your waist to shift you out of his way, your cheeks burn whenever he rests his chin on your shoulder to peer at what you are doing, his hips dig into your ass you can feel every ridge of muscle rub against your back.

 It drives you crazy, heated— humiliated to feel such attraction when he probably has no idea of the effect he has on you.

 Or he does, but you refuse to let your mind wander to that possibility because it’s Luffy.

 He’s silly and sweet and so handsome...it doesn’t matter. So what he thinks you’re pretty? You think you’re pretty too, so...yes. It doesn’t matter.

 You try to wriggle your way out of his hold, push at his chest to keep some distance, but then comes that pout of his. The one that makes your legs weak, butterflies flutter, and you concede once again, letting him do as he pleases until the dessert is done and he sits on the stool with a big bowl in front of him. His attention fixated on the treat.

 “Here you go! a big bowl of pudding, just for you!”

 “Thank you!!” Luffy beams at you, “Thank you!! You’re amazing!”

 “You’re welcome!” you offer Sanji a regular bowl, who politely takes it, never one to turn down food, something you genuinely appreciate about him before he mutters about whisking the cream slower for a smoother consistency. You take as friendly criticism, nodding calmly, “I’ll remember that for next time”.

 “Don’t forget to clean up”, Sanji murmurs, idly playing with his spoon.

 You nod, standing back up without an argument. It stung, but if it meant he would leave, you quickly begin to clean up. The sooner the better, you thought. But Sanji’s scrutiny glows at the back of your head, ruining the mood you enjoyed with Luffy moments before.

 His orders about placements and proper care about utilities you took as courteously as you could muster— though it was hard to ignore the tone he used, steadily setting your nerves alight. Forced to listen to his irritated orders with every second his kitchen was in slight disarray.

 “That’s not where it goes.”

“I got it.”

  “Make sure you soak it first.”

 “Oka—”

  “That’s not how you do it.”

 The clink of his spoon grates your ears. His problem was you, and you were losing patience the harder he cut your politeness with his demands.

 He micromanages every little thing about where things belong and how he keeps it— twisting and churning frustration whenever you fall out of step— rudely cutting you off. Talking over you.

 “I said—”

You huff, slamming the whisk down—

 “Sanji”.

 You jump as if the thunder in Luffy’s voice was directed at you, catching the tension that cracks between them when you turn.

 Luffy shoots him a hard look, one that shakes the room with its force and rakes a shudder through you. One Sanji doesn’t question, only nodding in understanding and perhaps a little guilt that has him softening his expression towards you.

 He murmurs an apology, talking lowly into his cigarette. “That was rude of me”, Sanji says. He meets your eyes, looking somewhat embarrassed for his behaviour.

 You only nod, entirely too focused on the pressure squeezing in your chest, a weight you’ve never felt before making you hot the way Luffy’s did. It was palpable, electric. You try not to squirm, not to give away how sweltering his presence was— how it affected you. How Luffy’s side profile made you stare a little too hard at the cut of his tense jaw.

 Thankfully, it doesn’t last long.

 Sanji leaves calmly, saying something to his Captain about locking the door before it closes firmly behind him.

 The tension dissipates, and Luffy’s easy smile returns just as quickly. The room brightens immediately with his mood now that the two of you are finally alone in the kitchen. Just the way you wanted.

 You turn to him, and your breath finally returns to your lungs, frustrations melting. “What was that about?”

  He waves it off dismissively, his laughter easing his features once again. “Forget him. Sanji’s super protective over the kitchen”.

 “Maybe ‘cause you always create a mess”, you tease lightly, going back to clearing up the huge bowl he devoured.

 “Food is too good to sit in the fridge!”

 “Then how will you preserve it? Fridges are important”, you say matter of factly. This was easier. Talking to him. It brought back the lightness in your conversation.

He huffs, his voice trailing off when you walk over to the counter, “I’ll just eat it quickly”.

 “What about the day after?” you look at him over your shoulder, missing how his gaze shifts quickly to your eyes, “you can’t buy new food every day. And when you’re out on sea all the time—”

 “We can fish!”

 You roll your eyes playfully, making quick work of the dishes while he sits drumming on the table, “you can’t guarantee that there will be”. He hums in response, sounding distracted, and the conversation dies for a few seconds before you turn to him with a cheeky wink. “Don’t tell Chopper, but there’s secret stash of cotton candy behind the sink cabinet if you want some”.

 “Yes!!”

 You giggle, clearing up the sink like you promised and bending over slightly to rummage for the treat. “Found it!” you wipe the counter before moving over to sit beside him, handing him the snack, “All yours, Captain!”. He practically inhales it after ripping open the bag, but not before giving you a piece you idly pick at, not all that interested in anything but the comfort of his company.

 “y’know”, he begins to say, a sly smile on his pink, candy-tinted lips, “you’ve been really mean to me”.

 You scoff, his smile too infectious to maintain your frown, “I’ve been mean to you? How? I made you dessert”.

 Luffy snickers, his hand brushing against your thigh when he leans in, warm breath tickling your cheek, “cause of your skirts, they’re too short”.

 “And how is that mean?”

“When your skirts move up your thighs, everyone else can see your panties”. He grins, “I wanna be the only one who can”.

 Your cheeks burn, spluttering an awkward chortle that drowns beneath the sound of his laughter. “Oh, I’m sorry! Was that too forward?” He scratches the back of his head sheepishly, a boyish chuckle hiding the threat of his words, “I just can’t stand to see Usopp look at you”.

 “U-usopp looks at me?”

“Mmhmm, so does Brook”, his smile slants down, not quite into a frown, but it doesn’t reach his eyes or hold the same warmth. Gratifying, almost. His body inches even closer to yours, his every word touching your lips like a faint kiss. “He asks the girls what colour panties they have on every day. But I wanna punch him when he asks you”.

 “Why?” You flush, heat pooling between your thighs when his eyes linger a little too long. You swallow your nerves— about the only way you can speak, “Like you said, he asks every girl”.

 “Cause I want to know too”, he confesses boldly, “—but I don’t want anyone else to. Makes sense?”

 You nod, the implication too loud for you to ignore. The room stifles with the rising temperature he stimulates between you. This was a side to him you weren’t used to— flirtatious and forward. But his confidence was the same, his boldness ever-present. Just Luffy playing again, only a different sort of way.

 When you swallow the lump in your throat, you find yourself slipping into a teasing smirk and bump his knee, “Then should I stop wearing skirts? Captain?”.

 Luffy snaps out of his daze with a huff, “That’s stupid, then I won’t see your thighs”.

 He makes you laugh, his earlier conversation coming to light. “Do you like my thighs?”

Luffy nods heartily, “they look squishy and soft”.

 “I know”, you say bashfully, tugging on your skirt that squeezes against your plush flesh. “I heard you talking to Zoro earlier”.

 “I meant it!” He shouts, though his attention lingers a little too long on your lap, sounding far away in his mind as he speaks. “I like it, like your outfits. Your thighs, ass”. He meets your eyes, a coy smile tilting the innocence of his question, “do you like me?”

 The words fail you despite the obvious answer you want to shout.

 Of course, you do. He’s all you think about, dare to fantasise, hope to kiss. Yet, your bodies touch, and all you can feel is the distance your insecurity creates between you— faltering your confidence, fumbling your words.

 “I’m bigger than you, y’know”, you say flatly, “That doesn’t bother—”

 “You’re not that tall”, he scoffs, cutting off your rejection with a frown and a titled head, a familiar expression. He leans back and starts comparing your heads with his hand, though it is an unfair assessment considering you were both seated. “You’re average for a girl. I’ve seen some really tall girls and—”

 “No, no”, You take his hand from above your head, giving it a gentle squeeze to gain back his attention. His rough palm shooting sparks up your body. “I mean, my body is bigger than you”, you attempt to laugh, but all you manage is a slight grimace. It is as if his sincerity vanishes any shame of vulnerability. “My thigh is the same size as your head”.

 He hums, “yea, I know”.

  “Oh…”

“Big and squishy”, he hums again, smile shading into a sinful smirk that matches his hooded eyes a little too well. “Bet they’d feel good on me”.

 “Feel good?” you squeak, embarrassed at his teasing giggle. There was an intensity you couldn’t shake as though it were pulling you to him, a gravity made all on his own. Drawing you closer.

 “Yea”, he husks, “like you…on top of me”.

 It shouldn’t, but his sly leer makes you cinch your thighs to relieve an ache you try to ignore.

 But you can’t, not with this— not with his attention and his flirtatious leer making it hard to breathe, to think straight, about the only thing you can manage is stare at him. Taunting you with the proximity of his arousal purring from every breathless chuckle. Every lingering brush and light-hearted snicker stealing your resolve, leaving you lightweight, airy and incredibly flustered.

 Luffy has a sweet charm about him that makes it hard to dwell on your insecurities. It makes you bold, but the gnawing voice hissing at you makes it acutely aware of the size difference between you too.

 You are all curves, and he- he is- “But—”

 “I’m stronger than you”, he states plainly, the same way someone says the ocean is blue. As a matter of fact, a simple statement not up for debate or further conversation— and it still makes you pause, slinking another smug grin on his face. “You’re cute when you’re shocked! But I don’t know why you’d be shocked, you’ve seen me fight. I’d throw you up easy!” He flexes playfully, showing off a surprising bulge of muscles as he laughs, “I’d beat your ass, size doesn’t matter to me!”

   “Captain…”.

 “Oh! I don’t wanna hurt you!” He shouts, animatedly waving his hands in a panic, “There are lots of things I wanna do to your ass, but I didn’t mean beat you up! I’d never beat up a friend! Unless I hav’to, but I won’t hit you, promise!” He pauses, mulling something over before the corner of his lip tugs up, “unless you ask me to. I liked throwing you over my shoulder last time, remember?”.

 How could you forget? he practically kidnapped you to join his crew. It was exhilarating how effortlessly he lifted you and ran with you shouting over his shoulder.

 It excites you a little too much imagining him showing off that strength again.

 Pinning you down, gripping your thighs.

 “What—”, you wet your lips, noting how his eyes follow the movement of your tongue before you draw in a shaky breath. “What else have you thought about, Captain?”

 “The way you say Captain”, he murmurs, sounding a little breathier, a little more distracted while fixated on your plump lips, “makes me wanna...”.

 “What?” You whisper, unable to control how your chest rises and falls practically in his face. “Should I stop, Luffy?”

 “No”, his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. There's a beat before amusement curls with his half-lidded eyes, dark mischief purring from his gaze. “You can say it any way you like”. Luffy slides in closer, his arm rests behind you, lightly brushing against your ass, his knee bumping into yours. “But you’re still being mean to me”.

 “How? Because of my skirt?”

 “Nah, your tits”. He laughs over your face, nudging you playfully with his knee, “you’re fun!”

 “You’re the one teasing me, Captain!” you huff, turning away from him with your arms crossed, tits pressed tightly you miss the flicker of his gaze. “You keep saying these things and laughing at me!”

 “I can’t help it! You make such funny faces when you’re flustered”, he giggles, a toothy grin flashing you with all its merriment, “makes me wonder how you’d look cummin’”. His voice lowers into a playful husk, “wonder if you’ll choke or cry pretty tears”.

 “Luffy”, you gasp, out of breath and unable to meet the wicked gleam in his eyes. You don’t know how to respond to it, to him and his bold confessions.

His brazen honesty. Yet the butterflies burst anyway, spreading warmth in the deepest parts of your core, and a smile you don’t even notice coaxes out as he continues to snicker.

  “So, can I?”

 You stare at him suspiciously, “can you what?”

 “See the face you make when you cum”.

  “Captain”.

 He tilts his head, “Is that a no? yes? Wait—” He stretches his arm, locking the kitchen door quickly, then turns to you, cheeks flushed and breathless with longing. “Say what you want”, he says boldly, “Cause I jus’ think you’d look pretty cummin’ on me. It drives me crazy thinkin’ about it all the time! It’s like, all I can imagine is you makin’ a mess on me. Sittin’ on my lap with your skirt up an’ thighs squishin’ me. I wanna see it for myself, kay?” His hands flex, keeping them on his own stool despite the hunger that thrums in him to kiss you, “I’ll make it feel so good, please?”

  “Now!?” your heart pounds, rushing blood and arousal faster than you can register his words, flurrying an excitement that matches the eagerness Luffy proudly exerts with his grin. “Here? I-”

 “Say it”, he presses, impatience buzzing but smiling at you anyway, “do you want me too?”

  “I—”

 “I wanna kiss you”, he blurts out when your hesitancy drags for too long. When you still don’t answer, he sits back, giving you the dignity to heave in a deep breath that makes him snigger. “I’m sorry, you jus’ get me all worked up”, he says impishly, pushing back his hat to rest on the string. “I wanna grab your face and kiss you, like all the time, but Usopp said I can’t do that”.

 “Why did he say that?”

 “He said I have’to ask you first. That I can’t jus’ touch you, like I really really want to. That you’d be mad if I kissed you without permission, but I don’t want you to be upset, I want you to want me too. I want you to like me too”, he reiterates firmly, then lightens his tone by talking with his hands again. “I usually don’t care ‘bout stuff like that, but Usopp likes you too, and it made me realise how much I like being with you! Your hugs feel different, I like it when you laugh at my jokes, it makes me feel even happier that I made you laugh! Like…like hot all over— Like, when I see you, I wanna kiss you an’ touch you, an’ feel you on top of’me! It drives me crazy!” He laughs cheerily, talking fast and over himself as you sit and admire his confidence.

 His pride, his passion.

He makes it all look so easy— talking jovially, confessing boldly.

 His heart exposed.

 As though the only thing holding him back are the short breaths between sentences, while you sit wide-eyed and incredibly flustered, unable to make a sound louder than a gasp.

 “—I think Zoro is sick of me talkin’ ‘bout you”, he continues to say, “but that’s jus’ cause I think we’d have lot’s’a fun together! I like bein’ friends with you, but like— in a different sort of way, with kisses an’ stuff, ya’know?” Luffy takes a deep breath, his face splitting into his signature grin, but this time, with a precious blush darkening his cheeks, “I really like you, but more than friends— does that make sense?”

 Your heart swells, pulsing a beat that matches the nervous drumming of his fingers on the counter, moved by his words in a way you are sure he doesn’t quite understand.

 He was closing the distance for you, by casting out the insecurities that stood in between. Forcing you to face them— your doubts, his feelings, your attraction. In the only way he knew how— boisterous and shameless. His confessions were fiercer than any gnawing whispers that dared to intervene.

 Luffy was infinitely braver than you.

 And you were only getting in your own way.

 “Luffy, come here”, you reach for him and tug on his shirt until he stands. He follows you blindly, allowing you to guide him till he is in front of you with his hands firmly by his sides, cracking them one finger at a time— breaking his nerves, counting the seconds.

 It was your turn to take the reins, to be brave.

 “I like it when you touch me”, you confess bashfully. “I like it when you stare at me, you have the cutest blush I’ve ever seen, even when Nami points it out to me— I just can’t keep a straight face around you”.

 The words stumble, and your confidence builds, talking ardently with his hands clasped warmly in yours; you give them a squeeze upon every affliction.

 “I admire you so much, you’re so caring and funny. And so strong! And your smile is…its magnetic. It gives me butterflies when you compliment me. Your confidence is…it’s so hot— when you stand up against enemies and your haki pulses, I-I just— I am in awe of you”. Your final words flow out in the gentlest breath, stretching his smile when you finally say; “Luffy, I really like you too…I-I want to be more than friends”.

  Luffy grins widely, rosy cheeks blooming, “...yea? With kisses an’ stuff?”

  A giggle bursts as you nod at him, “yea, with kisses an’ stuff”.

  His knees bump yours playfully, situating himself between your legs and caging you with your back against the counter. The room shrinks suddenly, containing nothing but you, him, and the rhythmic sound of your pulse. You try to contain your excitement, but it splits between your teeth forcing you to draw in a shaky breath through your nose.

 Neither of you say a word. And you could stay that way, just for a little while. Stay under the shine of his eyes, in the spotlight of his desires. Wishing you could pause this moment and sit between the seconds because you are finally basking in the radiance of a summer morning. All for you.

 The air stifles as he leans down, hands clenching the countertop tightly you can almost hear his knuckles crack. His lips part cutely, his stare burning, and you mirror his expression with the same exhilaration you feel bump blood in your cheeks. In your belly, in your cunt.

 Luffy exhales heavily, heart thundering, “So…can I kiss you now?”

 The word yes barely flows past your lips before he captures it in a searing kiss.

 You moan, melting into him, palming his firm chest the way you have fantasised about for so long, and feeling his heart drum beneath your fingertips when he licks the seam of your lips. stirring the butterflies in your belly into a roar.

 “Fuck, yea”, he rasps, nipping on your bottom lip lightly as he deepens the kiss. Cupping your face in his large palms, you gasp from his passion and the heat he elicits with his kiss.

 A kiss that feels needy, rushed. Hungry.

 His tongue plays with yours, and you can hardly keep up, but it makes you soften anyway. Tongue gently glides against you until he slips in a little further, stroking you with the type of kiss you ache to feel between your thighs.

 It’s addicting. Rousing.

 It’s a rush. And he chases it with you, answering your sighs and gasps with groans and greedy nibbles on your bottom lip. Something he licks and probes excitedly, growing addicted to the taste of you on his tongue.

 Luffy kisses you eagerly, and you mewl from his touch. His scent, his heat.

 “Fuck...”

 You tug him closer to feel him tight against your chest, and when he shudders, when he whimpers cutely into your lips, you claw at his pants. A fire bursts in your core to hear it again. The sort of fire that fuels desperation and stirs the depravity making you senseless to everything else that isn’t him. His hands, his lips.

 Your tits flush and squish unto his scarred chest— not even a breath apart, yet it is not enough for either of you, not when the kiss deepens, his hands leave your face and weave into your hair. Tangling his fingers and pressing you harder into his lips, slipping out the tiniest moan that breaks into a smile.

 “You taste like candy”.

 Luffy giggles into your kiss, licking the curve of your lips before trailing off to your cheek, neck, and shoulder. Leaving playful bites along the way that have you yelping and squirming, his warm breath fanning against heated skin. “You’re the one who tastes good”, he teases you with a big chomp on the shoulder, “gonna eat you up, pretty”.

 You roll your eyes and give his hips a squeeze, “I’m not a piece of meat, Luffy”.

 He grabs your waist and hoists you up on the counter, grinning when you shout in surprise from his casual bout of strength. “I meant your pussy”, he says brazenly, “its why your skirts kill me, I think about doing this—” Luffy ducks his head under your skirt and licks a broad stroke on your panty-covered slit.

 “Ahh! Lu-luffy!”

 “mmm, pink panties”, he murmurs, ignoring your startled huffs and lifts his head momentarily, “I won’t let Brook ask you again. It’s mine now”.

 “Luffy, no!”

 Your screech does nothing but make him snicker, the sound muffled by your thighs that compress against his head when he dives back in. His tongue does quick work brushing up and down on your panties, dampening it lewdly with slick and salvia that stick to your flesh. You tremble, sigh and buck into his mouth. Shrinking quickly to the lust he pulses in your sex as he rubs your most intimate parts, pulling sighs from kiss-swollen lips swirling into a blend of salacious sounds in the room.

 “You’re, uhh-ahh— you’re too good at th-is, stop teasing, please..”. His nose ruts on your clit, the friction of the cloth making you twitch harder for a pressure deeper than his teasing. For something rough, hard and most likely uncut and heavy…but Luffy only sniggers, grazing his teeth on your panty-covered labia just to feel you quiver into his mouth.

 “Can’t help myself”, he grins, lifting his head from his new favourite place. “You taste better than I imagined, y’have no idea how often I thought of doin’ this”.

“How often?” you ask tentatively, a panting wreck when all he’s done is play with you.

 “til my cock hurt”, he pouts cutely, eyes widening fake innocence while thumbing the dips of cellulite that decorate your thighs, “could hardly sleep ‘cause of you. So mean to me wearin’ these lil’ skirts all the time”. Luffy tugs on it, bunching it up in his fists, “it’s’okay, we’ll use it to clean up all the cum later”.

 You shove him, his laughter rings between your legs, “you’re so stupid”, you huff.

  “And you smell good”, he groans, falling back under your skirt and spreading you wider for his pleasure while flattening his tongue on your clothed pussy. “mmm, getting’ messy fo’me, yea?” His cock jerks from the mewls you try to swallow, but he can feel your pussy soak the flimsy material with every one of his touches. Every lick and playful bump of his nose stirs a gasp you try to hide. Luffy grins, finding enjoyment in this sensual game. “That’s dirty, hehe… lemme clean it up, kay?”

 You answer in an undignified whimper, one that makes him laugh some more as he peels your sticky panties to the side and licks the shiny string that connects them. “Fuck”, he swallows a heavy lump, then hurriedly lifts your hips and tugs off your panties all the way. Impatience thumping through his chest.

 “W-wait, Luffy—”

 “I need to see it all”— is the only thing he says above your weak protests. Your panties he takes as a prize he pockets secretly.

 Luffy hums appreciatively, his fixation feeling a little more exposed than the nudity he subjects you to. Twisting embarrassment that forces enough clarity to have you realise you were bottom naked on the kitchen counter with your Captain. With Luffy, of all people, making you nervous in a way none of the other girls would believe.

 Thighs spread, slit wet.

 “W-We can’t, not in here”. You try to reason, try to close your legs and sit up, but he holds you down with his gaze. With the hyper focus and intensity that pulsates in them, pinning you to the counter and setting you a flame harder than his praises.

 “Be good for me, kay? It’s jus’ us”. He hurriedly shrugs off his red shirt and unbuttons his shorts, but doesn’t strip any further, revealing the heavy tent that indecently shapes his erection through the dark fabric of his underwear.

 Now you are the one staring.

 Your mouth hangs open in a small o, not that would ever fit the girth Luffy has somehow managed to conceal all this time, making his cheeks blossom with your stare. His pants sag now that they are loose. Dark tuffs of hair peak beneath the waistband, titillating the evidence of his arousal. Begging to be free. A hefty bulge pushing against the cloth with a raunchy, crude stain that has you squeezing your thighs and shuffling to try and ease the pressure in your achy cunt.

 The curl of his smile returns, one that makes you shudder beneath his hand when he grips your thigh, coaxing them open. “It’s jus’ us”, he says gently, “You, me, an’ you’re cute pussy”.

 “Luffy! You can’t say that”.

 “Why not? You’re the prettiest girl ever”, he grins, unable to tear his gaze away as he slides his thumb between your puffy lips, “wow, so sticky…”. His fingers tenderly prod and roll your clit, strong hands delicately slow for your pleasure. He takes careful note of all the noises you emit when he sinks a finger in your cunt— when he slips it along your slit. How your back arches when he presses deep and curls his fingers into a squishy spot. All the sighs and mewls that escape a reward for his efforts. A lewd fascination darkens his expression with the viscous moisture that paints his fingers and glosses your puffy vulva in a shining coat. “No, no, don’t run from it”, he coos, cradling your plush hip and keeping you pinned one-handed. “Lemme watch, I like how your pussy sucks on my finger, fuck…like its gripping me…” His words husk into a low groan, “wow, imagine my cock in you…in deep…ohh s’tight, ngh, so tight on my finger, pretty. Your pussy likes me, hehe”.

 You want to tell him to shut up, to stop teasing you, to release his hold on you and collect a decent breath. But you don’t, you can’t, any lies to make him stop choke into a moan. Thrumming lust-filled blood through your core, aching your clit. Your body betrays you with another buck of your hips─ desperately searching for a release he plays with as his thick fingers idly glide upon your sensitive folds, sliding them up and down─ collecting the gooey wetness dripping on his digits with your cunt obscenely clenching in front of him.

 “Wowowow, my fingers are all wet hehehe”. He licks up the sopping mess on his fingers, smiling as he does. “mmm, s’nice…”. Luffy leans down, hooking his arms over your thighs and locking you in place— shushing you gently upon seeing the panic begin to rise when his mouth is inches from your cunt, “shh, it’s’okay, you gonna make my face wet too, yea?”

 “Ohh, uhhh-ah, Lu-Luffy! Not here!” your whole body curls into his tongue, faltering the weak objections that have you withering in the iron clutches keeping you cinched in his grasp.

 “shh, you’re doin’ so well, I love it”, he mumbles, slick squelching on his lips, murmuring praises that muffle his mouth in your cunt when you try to break free. “Pussy s’pretty— so so pretty. Lemme taste— jus’ a lil’, please, please?”

 “But what if some-one waa-alks in?” you whinge, attention glued on the door and the tiny window that could expose the scene between you, while your heavy breaths do a poor job disguising your gasps.

 “Doors locked”, he states, licking the sensitive bites he marks on your tender thighs. “it’s’okay, it’s jus’ us”.

 “You sure?”

 He only nods, that muffled mm-hmm he says when he’s busy with his meal, burying his face into your sex as if it were food on a plate. Lapping and slurping on your cunt— his smile caresses your skin when you moan for him prettily. Lips parted, breaths uneven. Your voice carries into low whines resembling his name, cute sounds that tingle down his spine with half-garbled protests making him press harder to drown them out. Stretching the hot muscle to a fatter girth that fills you beautifully, tight walls rippling the deeper he drags his tongue along the spongy spots in your pussy.

 “ple-goddd— Luffy! Ahh-uhh…slow dow-wn!”

 He ignores you again, too drunk to even think of releasing you before he has his fill because you churn the deepest grunts and sighs from him, setting alight a fever of lust he can feel building in his abdomen. Coursing through the thin veins in his cock. A relatively new sensation he chases in the heat of your cunt. In the sounds of your pleasure.

 You can tell by the slow jerks of his hips, in his throaty grumbles against your flesh that he’s trying to ignore the thick bulge tenting his pants. You attempt to reach for him, to shift out of his hold and pull shudders too— but he pins you down harder. Flexing his strength against your plump curves into the cold counter.

 “Don’t run from me”, he whines, dipping his fingers in and out in quick succession to gain back those salacious cries. “Lemme stay right here for’a’bit. I like it too much to stop, kay?”

 You huff a broken chuckle, the counter sticking to your flushed skin, “you shouldn’t look so cute talking like that”.

 “Like what? How good your pussy tastes?” Luffy peers at you through his lashes, “or how much my cock aches fo’you?” He laughs breathily at your girlish stammer, swiping his thumb on his bottom lip and licking off the excess, “hol’ still, ‘m still hungry”.

 Your needy mewls surge as Luffy dives back in and eats messily.

 Long strokes of his tongue massage your silky folds, gliding up and down in wide, flat brushes with his nose lightly rutting against the sensitive nerves of your clit. Your chest heaves, the room spinning as your lashes flutter against your cheeks, collecting the tears that bead tiny balls of ecstasy. Only suited by the wet splashes of his tongue resounding with his loud grunts— the room doused in the lingering sounds of sex, his calloused hands squeeze the soft fat of your thighs in a vice grip, digging his nails into the grooves of your cellulite like they are made for him.

 “pretty, pretty pussy”, he groans, keening when you claw at his hair, “wet n’ sticky...mmm, I like your pussy”. Luffy’s incoherent mumbles dribble slick down his chin. He quickly laps it up, greedy and keening not to miss a single drop of sweetness that seeps from your cunt. “It’s mine now, yea?” he glances up at you, his mouth glistening, chin shining, staring at you wide-eyed and expectedly. “I get to do this whenever I want?”

 “Ye-yeah”, you swallow the nervous lump in your throat, senses haywire and your clit pulsing for his kiss. “Whenever you want”. You can’t imagine not doing this again.

 “Yes! Can’t wait to tell Usopp how your pussy tastes!”

 “Wait, no-! uhh, fuuuckk- Luffy!”

 The wet smacks of his mouth and veiled grumbles fill your ears as you throw your head back, clinging to his fluffy locks for stability when your breath is knocked out in a long moan.

 “Oh god, ohhh god. Jus’ like that, s’good, fuckk. Such’a good boyy”.

 “Yea? Feel that good? shishi— ya’ feel’so tight on my tongue, fuuuckk… can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you on my dick squeezin’ me like this. Make my cock nice’n’wet…shit— sexy, pretty girl Cum fo’me, please, need to taste it first, then I’ll fuck you. Fuck you on the table— fuck you on the floor, wall, I dunno— figure it out ina’bit. Sound good?” he slurps loudly, “Yea, it do, shishi— your pussy says so. Creamin’ all over my mouth hehe”.

 “Luffy! Don’ talk like that, uhhh- fuuuuck, baby”.

 “Ya’ like that? Mmm…I’ll talk fo’you then, make you feel goo’ fuckin’ you with my tongue, huh? Like this? Uhh-uhhh- ahh, fuck, you’re makin’ a mess on me”, he coos. His lips squish your clit, pursing his mouth and sucking the sensitive nub playfully before releasing it with a sweet pop. Drool hangs off his tongue as he pants heavily, your labia shining with sticky residue, puckered hole aching to be stuffed full─ you’re so pretty. It excites him to finally touch you like this, a perverted sort of eagerness he shamelessly expresses above your moans. “I like your pussy. She’s so-so cute fo’me. Look-look—” He dips his fingers inside and shows you the stringy mixture that leaks from you, “See? It’s drippin’ all’over, makin’ such a dirty mess. ya’like me that much, yea? hehe”.

 “Quit it”, you sigh half-heartedly through the haze.

 Your pride can’t handle Luffy’s teasing. He’s too good, too observant. He touches you with no skill or guidance, he simply plays with your pussy on his tongue. Swirling, flicking, swishing the hot muscle over your soaked pussy lips over and over. Fucking your cunt. Calling you pretty, talking with his mouth full. You cry out and clamp your mouth shut just as quickly, making him grunt unhappily.

 “Don’t do that”, he rolls his tongue harder, rubbing into your velvety walls until he hears that cry of his name, and the playfulness of his touch begins again.

 His satisfaction bleeds with the slick that trickles out, sparkling his skin with addictive tingles that tastes like you. He needs more. More of you, more of your moans, more of your supple body squishing against his. Luffy is greedy like that. About your body, your smile, your cries— he’d lick your tears if he can break away from your clit fast enough. He needs this, desperately. Needs you. If there was anyone out there stifling their flustered laughter behind their hands, they could hear it in the pitiful pleas he makes in your cunt.

  You’re so close, his cock aches.

 “Lemme taste your cum, please. I can feel’ya tighten’in on’me”.

 It is— you feel it, your pussy quivers on his tongue. Clit twitches on his lips, tummy fluttering. “don’t stoppp”, you whine incessantly. Struggling to maintain coherency when your release bubbles and his name topples in broken gasps. Curling your toes, trembling your thighs. “Imma cu-um uhh-ahh, fu-fuuckk, yes ye-es!! Luffy!” praises fall in high whines. Coil snapping, back taut─ you feel the pleasures light your nerves, touching every cell that bursts in your core as your orgasm erupts, coating his face, chest and mouth with cum.

 “That’s it, that’s it, cum fo’me”, he grunts, panting feverishly through the lewd squirts that splash from your release, using the tip of his thumb to brush soothing circles on your puffy clit. Devouring every drop of your essence you offer him— throbbing a delicious ache turning you into a pathetic, pliable mess that Luffy squeezes and caresses as you descend from your high.

 “Good girl, so-so good— ya’made such a mess shishishi”.

 He buries his face back into your sex, cleaning up the gooey mess and sensitising every nerve he touches with the pad of his finger and the tip of his tongue.

 Sweat beads down your brow, breath stuttering inaudible mewls as you squirm in his grip, twisting your hips to run from his mouth when it all becomes too much. “Luffy, st-stop”, you exhale, tugging on his hair for attention when his slurping turns sloppy again. “Fu-uck me now, ahh, Luffy! Didn’t you pro-promise me, to fuck me nice?”

 He snaps his head up, releasing you suddenly— excitement glowing, face wet. “Wan’ me to fuck you now?!”

 You nod, exhaling heavily. Finally, you sit up, smoothing your skirt over your lower half and covering the glossy sheen of your inner thighs to cup his face, wiping the excess off his cheeks. “Yes, Captain”, you purr sweetly, “fuck me nice’an hard”.

 Luffy leaps up hastily, fumbling with his pants to remove them. A heady sense of urgency overwhelmed his mind. “Fuck-fuck!” He hisses to himself, kicking off his shorts and underwear once they pass his knees, freeing his hardened cock that hangs heavily. A girthy erection donning a two-tone tan/brownish hue on his shaft with a blush, darkened tip and a visible vein that trails along the side beneath round balls you ache to weigh on your tongue. It doesn’t sit completely erect, the meaty heft to it slants him down, dripping pearly beads of his arousal you longingly part your lips to taste.

 Fuck.

 “Come ‘ere”.

 “Wait— ohh, shit! L-Luffy!”

 He snatches you up, stripping off your top, lifting you from the counter by your thighs, and barely waits for you to cling to his body before walking over to the nearest flat surface— which just so happens to be the massive fridge.

 “But—”

“Tell me later, fuck now”, he grunts, pressing you tight against the metal container only so he can release one hand to grasp his cock, lining himself up with your dripping cunt. Luffy grins suddenly, your shallow breaths caressing his lips, “nice an’ hard, yea?”

 You nod, anticipation churning, lust thickening.

 Luffy pushes in, and something hot— something sensual and molten flushes across his stomach. It's hard and fast and pulls his balls tight, bucking his hips until his cock is fully sheathed in your warmth. His abdomen clenches, muscles quiver— “Ohh god”, he chokes, diving in deeper, harder. He can just about hear your moans, even as they’re breathed right into his jaw, the laboured slaps of his hips encase the room. Filling you, intoxicating him. Your pussy already moulding perfectly into the shape of his girthy dick.

 Every curve, ridge and vein finds a home in your cunt, fit snugly and warm as he whispers filth in your ear. Calling you pretty again and again— through the teasing affliction is replaced by pitiful, needy pleas to your body, to your heat, to the little trembles twitching on his cock. Followed by your name hissing through gritted teeth as he plunges into the softness of your pussy— into the lust that sears his skin. Gasping delirious praises as if the flutters of your walls and spews of slick are answers to his babbles.

 You think you warn him— something about the fridge, or the sheer size of his cock bullying your delicate flesh— but none of it registers the way his name does. The pressure is blinding, your cunt clings to him, and he splits you open with every harsh snap of his hips. Fucking you frantically. Chasing an orgasm you can feel the ripple of his abs against your stomach already.

 Ears tinted red, cheeks dusted pink, his bottom lip clenched in his teeth, looking wrecked and insanely cute— you hold him close, planting kisses along his neck. The teasing glint in his eye has vanished, and his mouth hangs open instead— spilling drool into your chest as wretched gasps tear from his throat.

 “I like you better like this”, you hum, pushing back the sweaty strands that cling to his forehead. Hungry, hooded and drunk on arousal suited Luffy in a way only your cunt understood as it fluttered on him and triggered another hitched moan.  “Cum, ple-ease, Luffy. Need to feel you cum”, you coo at him, smiling when he lifts his head and whines a sound like your name. His lust-blown eyes brimming with unshed tears, your chest swells with pride. “Feel good, Captain?” you can’t help but tease, “y’like fuckin’ me, mm? uhh- I nev’er imagined you’d be so big”.

 He digs his fingers in your meaty thighs, holding onto a pinch of clarity as your nipples rub on his chest. Soft an’ squishy an’ so warm he can’t help but push against it. “God-nnghh, ya’feel so-so good, pretty”, he whimpers. “It’s’like ya’pussy’s grippin’ me, beggin’ for’it. ‘s’wet, ya’hear it? how wet y’are? Shh, shh, listen—” raunchy, sticky splats echo between you, heated arousal saturating your bodies, soiling your skirt, splattering on his pelvis and staining your inner thighs. Each punch of his hips spills pre-cum into your cushy walls as Luffy groans loudly, raking bite sized kisses when he buries his face in your shoulder. “’mma cum, pretty. Cu-uuhh, cum in you”, he says, saliva dripping messily on your skin, “Make’a hot, dirty mess in you— an’then I’mma fuck’ya ahh-ahh, sh-it— ‘mma fuck you hard, sweet girl. Ohh god! uhhh…‘yer pussy’s mean to’me”, he huffs, pawing at your ass, “makin’ my dick hu-urt— fuck! s’tight, ughh”.

 “mmm, thought y’loved my pussy?”

 “I do! So-so-so much”, he squeaks, each syllable followed by a hard thrust. His words stay rugged and croaked, pistoning into your sopping cunt hastily. Clumsily. “gon’a tell ‘em how goo’ you’are. Tell ‘em ya’mine! Tell ‘em ‘yer pussy gets wet fo’me an’ s’queezes on’my cock, uhh-uhh, she like that, huh? She jus’ pulsed on me, shishi, y’like e’vryone knowin’? hehe, we’ll show’em who y’belong to. ahh, fu-ck, I’ll bite y’ass an’ you can bend over— ya’skirt will show’em shishishi— ohh goddd, keep-keep clenchin’ like that, nnghh uhh-uhh, pretty girl, I’ll fuck ya in my spot next, right in the open—  nghh-shit! dirty-nasty girl ahh-haha bein’ turned on from people seein’ you? ‘yer ass bouncin’ an’ ridin’ my cock? Fu-uuck— fuck, fuck!”

 He’s so hard, so worked up. Luffy opens his mouth, but only a strangled moan huffs out this time— his cock squelching as he ruts and humps and jerks into your pussy. “Ohh, fu-uhh, ye-s. please, ple-ease!”

 “Cum, I wan’ it, Luffy— cum in me, please”.

 His hair tickles your cheeks as he nods. Gripping your flesh, panting your name— rocking into you faster and faster, mindlessly thrusting and crying and cooing until splotches of creamy cum shoot out in thick gobs.

 “Ohh! Fuck!” he squeals, giggling through his laboured breaths as his orgasm punches through him so quickly you shudder in his embrace. “In, in! Ta-ake it!” he pumps into you drunkenly, his grin lopsided and gaze misty. “God, Fuck”. Murmurs of good boy nuzzle into his cheek, coaxing him through the ropes of thick cum that spill from the sides and coat you both in its sordid mixture.

 His cock stays stiff, his high buzzing. “’m still hard”.

 Luffy bounces you back up in his arms securely. His balance stays perfect, even though the carnal fog that shakes your plush body up an’ down— Luffy’s got you. He rocks into you, rattling the giant fridge that keeps you from wriggling out of his grasp because Luffy doesn’t stop. He doesn’t breathe past a croak and doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, not when your pussy grips him like that or smears sticky kisses all over his length.

 And you’re not any better. Words fail you; moans fall, his lips stay just inches from yours and yet you can’t gather the strength to tilt your chin and touch them. Silently begging him to be closer when he’s already caressing the deepest, most delicate parts of your skin. You claw at his back, roll your hips, and shudder from the pulsating thickness that stretches your cunt.

 “fuuuck”, His muscles ripple as he shifts, taking you with him. “Floor, need you deeper”.

 Suddenly, you’re on your back— gently laid on top of the tablecloth he drags down onto the floor to use as a blanket. Luffy manoeuvres you swiftly, folding you in half, wasting no time or trickles of spent cum that leaks from you before sinking back in— skin to skin, breaths hot, legs bent and over his shoulders. A full mating press shrinking your lungs, heaving only horrid gasps Luffy drinks in a sloppy kiss.

 Tongues gliding, moans melding.

 Lust-scented sweat drenches both your bodies, scorching you with desperation you had never felt burn your core this way. Shrouding an erotic sort of haze that makes you frantic to relieve the ache he stimulates with every stroke of his length. Yet he doesn’t hear you above his own cries, delving his cock in deep, bruising the spongy walls of your cunt with his fat dick and blood-filled veins dragging along the skin.

 Luffy fucks almost mercilessly, his stamina unyielding, his kisses ravishing— pumping his cock in and out like pleasurable punches to the gut while you stay subjected to his unrelenting pace. You try pushing at his belly, untangling your limbs, but Luffy is much stronger than you.

 His strong thrusts clap your bodies together, a harsher sound than before. Gravity doing half the work for him while he freely gropes your tits. Kneading your cushy belly, your curvy hips, your fat ass. So much of you to grab, to pinch and massage. He can’t get enough, too hungry for his pleasures now that his fantasies don’t vanish in a blink.

 He should be savouring it, in the back of his mind he knows that— but the way his thick shaft reappears lathered in a warm layer of cum from every roll flurries a dark, gluttonous need to see more. It’s not only arousal and passions anymore, it’s a deep seeded hunger to feel you pliant and cum-soaked. Your plush body was made for him that way. Your ass, chub and hips are the perfect fit for Luffy’s greedy hands.

 And Luffy is not the type of man to be shy about his preferences.

 “pretty girl, I love touchin’ you”, he nips at your cheek, swallowing at your moans with a kiss, “’yer body so-so soft!” he chomps playfully at your breasts, tonguing the areolas, teething on your nipples. “hol’ on”, he groans suddenly, lifting his pelvis and slamming back in your warmth, “fuuck, ahh, it’s’like ‘yer pussy’s droolin’ on me ev’ry time, shit. Can’t stop doin’ that hehe”. He uses his hands this time, tweaking at your nipples with the rough pads of his fingers, “please, ple-ease don’ wear a bra ‘round me anymore, kay? ‘yer boobs are perf, soft an’squishy!” he makes them bounce, his chuckles sounding more and more strained with your pussy spasming on his thrusts.

 Sparking lust with every impact, you can almost feel the imprint of his cock— the touch of his veins, the kiss of his tip, the swell of his fat balls spanking your ass— your inner walls suckling on every inch. Smearing wetness all over him. A sob tears through your throat as he presses down on your belly, pumping into your cunt gaping on his cock, teasing his finger on your clit just to feel you quiver around his girth.

 You cry out breathlessly, a warning of your impending release— or something that sounds close to it. Truthfully, you claw at the tablecloth beneath you, withering and trembling, locked in a position he has total control over. Only being able to answer in yes and just like that, lost in the sensuality of his arousal.

 His greedy hands groping you exactly the way he always intended. His tongue swirling on your pebbled bud, his teeth nibbling and leaving their mark on every surface his neck stretches to. His, his, his.

 Hard and rough and so, so good.

  “Luffy! Ohh, Lu-uffy, I-I—” you cry nonsensically, pretty tears falling past your lashes now as the blend of sensations rip through your core. Praises stumbling, gasps falling—

 “Cu-um with me”, Luffy pleads, teary-eyed and hips faltering, “make my cock wet, ple-ahh, please!”

 “ohhh, god!” you wail, your orgasm ripples and you cry out his name like a depraved prayer into the column of his neck as clear cum squirts out and splashes on his pelvis, soaking the makeshift blanket.

 “ye-es, that’s it— ahh-haa”, he giggles hysterically.

 Luffy answers your cries with throaty rasps as he cradles your body, quickly following suit into a mind-numbing pleasure as he rides the wave of your combined release until his stuttered strokes turn into languid glides— filling your spongy walls with hot blasts of cum for a second time.

 Your nails rake down his back, moaning blissfully in the aftershocks of your orgasm, holding him close, smiling wide. 

 For a while, your breaths take the time to even out, slowly descending from the high you shared as he releases your thighs and presses kisses where his hands gripped too tight. Murmuring his apologies for every dig and teeth mark that decorates your supple skin, kisses feeling faintly like pleased smirks whenever his lips touch you. And you melt into it anyway. His hands, his kiss, his praises.

 Low rasps of “pretty girl” merge with your sighs as Luffy sinks into your arms, panting widely. dabbling kisses on your neck as you cuddle him yet unable to resist the temptation to start slowly rocking his hips just to hear you whimper and push at his chest again. Flaring a gentle warmth between you when it triggers tiny tremors in your creamy walls.

 Luffy laughs breathily between your whines, canting his hips, digging into your flesh. Mesmerised by the hot layer of cum that paints his shaft and the rings of white, slippery juices creating bubbles at the base of your pubic bones at every drag.

 “Luffy”, you whine, exhaustion slurring your words. “I need a minute if you wanna go again. Not everyone has your stamina”.

 “shh, s’okay, look-look”, Luffy pulls out slowly, watching the mixture drool from your sensitive hole. A big spurt spits out first, then ever so steadily copious spills of gooey semen and wet squirts seep from your cunt, soaking the cloth as it pools down your thighs. He snickers, “so dirty, you made my cock all shiny”.

 You slap his arm tiredly, your whole body humming and sticky while he sits back on the balls of his feet, grinning down at you, and you never felt more beautiful.

 He’s silent for a moment, though his eyes are soft as he stares.

Luffy leans down and cups your face, his hands large and warm holding your sweet cheeks in his palms. He smiles widely, gaze hooded, lips parted.

 Your breath hitches.

“You make the cutest face when you cum”.

 You slap him again, and his laughter rings loudly.

 His smile is bright, his joy contagious, and the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin makes him glow that much brighter.

  Luffy is so pretty.

THE END

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[luffysscraps]

MY GOODNESS‼️‼️ This fic took me to cloud nine and back. Also fuck Sanji??? Manifesting he never even catches a glimpse of pussy for the rest of his life.

[nicorobinluvr]

Sanji a bitch hello 😭😭😭

[luffysscraps]

How they eat~

Drabble;🔞;Fem reader;Ft;Luffy;Zoro;Sanji;Ace;Sabo;Law;Kid

Luffy devours you~

-“Shi shi shi~ come’re~”

Gruff hands grab at your thighs and pull you down causing your legs to dangle off the bed. In no time his head is deep in between your legs. He looks up at you and gives you a cute, angelic smile before his slimy tongue slips out of his mouth. In an instant his mouth is against your folds, nose deep on the ridge of your clit while his tongue plunges deep into your gummy walls. His hunger is ravenous. He inhales through his nose while his mouth is busy, not once lifting his head to take away take from his meal. Lots of slurping, sucking, and gulping when he’s eating out your pussy. His arms squeeze around your torso tightly, not allowing you to move an inch. “Stoppp squirming~ ‘m hungryyy~” He came to eat and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do. He’s not letting you go until you cum at least three times on his tongue. Even then his hunger knows no bound, he’ll go until he’s locked jaw and his boxers are soiled with his own cum.

You just taste so good. He can’t get enough~

Zoro’s a fucking tease~

-“Feel good don’t it~? Sounds like it does~”

Zoro speaks in between long, wet, licks. His meaty tongue sinks in between your folds ever so slightly and starts out quick, but once he comes up to your clit he takes his time. Painstakingly so. Short and spaced out licks land on your bundle of nerves and then when you least expect it he’ll dive straight in and start sucking on it intensely. His large hands hold your thighs in place so you can’t squirm away while you lull out in pleasure. He moves away from your clit and extends his tongue as far as he can into your pussy, it swirls around collecting and sucking up your juices. You’re almost to your limit and Zoro knows it. So he pulls away, a trail of your juice and his saliva connecting his tongue to your pussy “Hmm tasty~” He’ll chuckle and look at you with an all knowing smirk. “What… where you about to cum..? Hmm I’ll just have to go back in for seconds then~”

He loves to edge you with just his tongue~

Sanji savors his meal~

-“Thank you for the meal, Mon amour~”

Soft, slow, and gentle kitten licks and kisses trail gently down your stomach until they reach your soaking core. He inhales your scent, softly groaning at the delicacy as his thumbs gently pull apart your folds. His tongue laps at your juices softly, taking in the wetness on his taste buds and imprinting your taste into his mind. He loves it. It’s unlike anything he’s ever tasted and he’s infatuated with your cunt juice. But he’s not a glutton; he takes his time eating you out. Small licks, gentle sucks on your clit, and takes in mouthful after mouthful of your pussy slowly. If you end up cumming he takes his time using his tongue to clean you up and drink up his reward.

You’re just so divine, he has to savor you~

Ace gets pussy drunk~

-“Hmm~ I need ya sugar~ com’ere”

Ace often wakes up with a need to taste you. He’s already under the covers and between your thighs. He lazily scrapes your panties to the side before diving in. His tongue roughly and wildly scraps against your entrance a few times before he parts your folds plunging his face in between your pussy lips. Ace practically melts on your cunt; his tongue curling and twisting inside your entrance, a thumb lazily flicking your clit, and his other hand begins to palm himself through his boxers. “Mmm~ So good~” He can’t help but moan into your pussy at the taste of you. He laps up your juices with lewd and loud slurps, sucks, and licks. He buries himself in between your thighs lulling on your cunt like a lollipop, your juices soaking into his taste buds like a delicious sweet. After you reach your climax all over his tongue he greedily dives back in for another round. He just can’t stop, no matter how sensitive you are.

He craves your pussy

Sabo’s a freak~

-“Sit on my face.”

Without much of an explanation, Sabo’s arms wrap around your waist and brings your body down and clit on to the ridge of his nose. No hovering; He holds your waist down tightly to his mouth. You can feel his short breathes against your clit and while a large smile forms against your pussy lips. He simply watches your pussy from this angle for a while. His hands not letting go of you and you can’t move an inch. Without warning he pulls you down farther, smothering his face in between your cunt. The pleasure hits you like a rocket and you aren’t sure if he can even breathe anymore. He’s sure having his fill, his tongue goes wild against your pussy, licking, sucking and frantically slurping up your juices. He doesn’t let you move from off of him, in fact his fingers sink deep into your waist lightly scratching you as a warning. He rocks his head against your cunt, giving your clit stimulation from his nose rubbing against it. Because of his wildness you feel yourself squirt as you reach your climax. Sabo smirks allowing you to lift off of him just a little bit as your juices soak his face. You’re beyond embarrassed but the blonde just stares up at you with a knowing smile as he licks his damp lips and face. “Delicious~”

What more can he say? He just gets a little feral when he gets to taste your juices~

Law plays with his food~

- “You want more than just my tongue don’t you~? Such a naughty pussy.~”

Right there. In between the ‘D’ and ‘H’ in the word ‘Death’ tattooed on his fingers. Spells none other than ‘eat’, and boy do his fingers know how to devour he has two fingers knuckle deep inside of your cunt, twirling around and tapping along your gummy walls. Every now and again he’ll pull them out with a lewd ‘pop’ and give them a soft gentle lick. “Hmm~ you’re sweeter than usual today~”. He’s such a dirty talker. He thrusts his fingers back in without any warning causing you to squirm a little. “Stay still.” He commands giving your bottom a smack. While his fingers thrust into you, he bends over and gives your clit some attention with his tongue. Lightly sucking on it and rolling it around his tongue. you can feel the small, cold metal piercing clink against your clit which adds to the pleasure. Your juices taste delicious against his tongue and his fingers and tongue switch places. Now his fingers are rubbing circles in your clit while his tongue thrusts in and out of you; drinking up your juices with nothing but primal urge. It doesn’t take long before you cum undone onto his tongue in which he drinks it all up, softly pulling away once he’s satisfied. He even goes so far as to lap up the rest of your juices on his finger and pops it in his mouth.

He knows how to work his fingers; from his devil fruit to the bedroom~

Eustass Kidd loves to bring you to tears

-“What? Can’t take anymore slut~? Isn’t this what you wanted~?”

As obnoxious as Kidd is, he sure knows how to get you to scream out on his tongue. He smirks deviously as his tongue edges in and out of your walls. He’s holding you down onto his face while his hands grip your bottom. His hands practically claw and dig into the side of your ass, not allowing you to get away from him. “ ‘s too much? Slow down? You beg and whine for it all day but can’t take it~?” Kidd laughs as his overstimulation and frantic tongue practically brings you to tears. You’ve already came three times and he won’t let you go, the pleasure is too much; You’ll know to think twice before asking him to do anything for you. “Too bad. I’m enjoying myself now~” He chuckles into your pussy before going back in. Your hands claw at his legs for dear mercy but the pain only drives him further. He sucks at your labia before plunging his tongue inside of you and thrusting wildly as if it was his cock. Even as you cum for the fourth time in an hour he shows no signs of stopping, even licking your hyper sensitive clit as you cum and scream out his name.

He just loves to make you scream on his tongue~

Cum back post <3

[kenruu]

➥ Eating You Out

CW: afab!reader. implied use of devil fruit. fingering. cunnilingus. pussy slapping. heavy overstimulation. dacryphilia. voyeurism. degrading. squirting. individual tags will be included.

Luffy - use of devil fruit & tongue fucking.

He loves eating, from meats to sweets, all the way up and down to your pretty pussy. Luffy is always hungry, insatiably drooling at the scent of your essence. His tongue stretching into many different shapes, entering your sopping hole to fuck you with his thick muscle as he rubs your clit with two fingers. He is messy, so fucking messy that he’s covered from his face down to his chest with your cream. He loves it when your fingers are clenched tightly into his hair, pushing his face more into you, allowing him to press his nose and inhale the scent he thought of as an addictive drug.

You feel the world spinning around you when he brings a thumb to swipe all the mess on his face into his mouth, suck on his thumb before pulling out with a ‘pop’ while grinning at you.

“Think you can take more?” He leans to kiss your jaw, “I’m still hungry, once is never enough for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver crackling at the base of your spine.

He always shares his food with you, why not share your own juices. He takes your mouth horizontally, inserting his tongue to force the lingering taste of your juices into your mouth. Nibbling at your bottom lip simultaneously trailing a hand towards your fluttering heat, more than ready to repeat it all over until he is satisfied for the night.

Zoro - overstimulation, pussy slapping & degrading.

Zoro always forgets his hard cock every time his face is buried in your pussy, he is more busy having you writhing under him when he abuses your clit over, and over, over, until you’re a sobbing mess from overstimulation. He scissors and curls his fingers, stretching your pussy with the girth of his three digits inside your little hole. Spitting out insults every time you’d try to run away from his fingers, “Stop crying,” he slaps your cunt, causing you to jolt beneath his hold.

“You look like a used whore,” zoro grins at the way your pussy flutters at his words. “You like being used like this, eh?” His good eye traversed your features, studying the the fucked out expression you had on from the hours worth of having his fingers stuffed inside you. “You know what to say if you want me to stop,” he coos.

Zoro snorts, a chuckle breaking from the back of his throat when you only buck your hips into his touch. “Slut,” he slaps again, “you act like you don’t want it anymore, yet you lean into my touch every time,” he slaps again. “Just like a whore. My whore,” he snickered, tilting his head down to flick your clit with his tongue. Zoro plunges three thick fingers again, “you’ll take it all and more.”

Sanji - dacryphilia & overstimulation.

Sanji gets dizzy at the sight of your dripping cunt, he almost cums in his pants every time you spread your legs for him to eat you out.

Swirling his tongue the same way when he is enjoying his favorite ice-cream, his lips are wrapped around your clit; kissing it fervently, almost as if he is making out with your pussy. He loved your taste so much, he swears he could get drunk off of it.

He moans with his eyes crossing under his tightly shut lids, wanting to dive his head deeper and deeper into your pussy, maybe even crawl and live inside if he could.

Sanji would rather have his balls ripped off than to ever make you cry, but this, this was different. His heart palpitating and almost bursting when you peer at him through wet lashes, the gloss of your eyes made the blood rush to the tip of his cock. Seeing the way tears flooded your eyes making you more sublime than ever, it inflamed a new type of love for you, he wanted to overstimulate you more until you’re begging him to stop for a break. He wanted to assault his fingers into your pussy until the mattress is drenched with your essence.

Sweat bead coated his forehead as he ground his aching bulge into the mattress, he moans, jaw slacked and tongue lolled out prodding at your clit. He was in heaven, holding your gaze with sapphire lovestruck pupils. “Mh, love,” he slurps at the bursting juices of your nth orgasm, “you taste as divine as ever, I’m sorry but I can’t stop.”

Law - fingering. (he’s so in love)

His fingers always know their way around ypur body, especially your pussy, Law always knows what to do to make you have the best orgasm every single time. Curling his fingers to stimulate the spongy spot, simultaneously flicking his tongue at your clit like a pro. He loves watching the way your back arches and your toes curl, or the way your hips stutter and your thighs shake violently on top his shoulders. He drinks in the image of your blissed face the same way he drinks in your juices that drip to his wandering tongue.

The tip of his long tongue is tracing around your labia teasingly before landing over your hardened nub, sucking and swirling on it while his slender digits are slamming into your pussy with loud squelches.

Law cums untouched when your thighs clench and tighten around his head, only pushing him deeper into your cunt. He inhales sharply before diving again to devour you like his first meal in three days. Enthralling, is what he’s describe how you look when his mouth and fingers are pleasing you. He finds it amusing how you’d never speak out loud of what you want; instead, you always ask with your body.

He can never get his eyes off of you, watching discreetly as your body rolls to match each flick of his tongue, or when you shyly rock your hips a little faster with your doe eyes begging him to give you more. He finds it adorable that he can’t help the dark blush coating his cheeks, and the tip of his slick coated nose.

Kid - voyeurism(being watched), squirting & degrading.

Being laid atop the bed in the captain’s cabin, your chest is heaving for deep gasps to leave you. Your clit throbbed at the abuse it received from his harsh and relentless tongue. Your eyes dip behind your skull, this beast of a man had intense carnal desires radiating off of him already, yet it seemed to be even more intense when his mate was watching him. He thought of it as a little performance, a show that he’s the star of. Kid is a flashy man, he always likes to show off, so of course he will perform extra hard for his friend to enjoy.

“Y’like getting fingered while being watched,” Kid grunts as he thrusts his fingers into you. Your babbles fell on deaf ears, both men were focused on the squelching of you cunt taking all three fingers like the whore you were. “Look at him smiling, I never see him smile this wide at anything,” Kid chuckles darkly, glancing at his first mate who was watching your cunt sucking the captain’s thick digits with greed. Your pussy looked so fucking pretty, especially with the crimson lipstick smeared on your inner thighs; just right near your pussy. It made their cocks twitch under the straining of their pants. The groan breaking from Killer was enough to make your juices squirt into Kid’s face.

“You messy little bitch,” he grouse, flicking your sensitive clit with his fingers. “I never realized how much of a slut you really are,” a huge metallic hand clamps your jaw, holding tightly while his flesh hand prods at the entrance of your hole. “You really squirted on me just because he groaned? You’re such a fucking whore,” a deep chortle ripples from his throat. Kid has to punish you, maybe he’ll give his best friend an extra show.

Crocodile - fingering & implied overstimulation.

Croco-boy prefers having your legs spread in his bed, but he’s not always at the comfort of his home, so it’s become a habit to have your pussy for lunch and dinner at his office. He’s not exactly addicted, but it could seem that way. Maybe it was his own way of showing how much he loves you.

His sand holds your back supportively as he slurps at your pussy like no tomorrow, his head wiggles side-to-side with his tongue pressed flat against your clit. He catches the fluttering of your hole signaling at your nearing orgasm that has him flicking even faster. He groans, closing his eyes before pressing a kiss to your cunt as you gush down the expensive table.

Smirking down at the way your pussy drooled like a gentle cascade. He reaches for a cigar and lights it up, leaving it to rest between his teeth as he gathers your cream on his fingers to stuff it back into you. You cry at the feeling of his ringed fingers dragging against your velvety walls, overwhelmed with pleasure coupled by the cold rings brushing your sensitive walls.

Mihawk - fingering & overstimulation.

He sees it his devoir to make you feel good, even if it meant forgetting about his own needs until you’ve cum at least five times. It’s really not that he doesn’t care about himself, it’s just that he is…obsessed with your pussy. Mihawk’s a lover of expensive high quality wines, your juices taste nothing like his favorite wine, in fact, you taste even fucking better. He’d have your pussy every single time he got the chance, you can never escape his yearning tongue that begs to kiss your entire vulva.

Mihawk’s fingers are plunged deep inside your cunt, it’s the third time you’ve cum, yet he hasn’t paused for a break yet. Smiling subtly at the tears and cries that slipped from you, the lazy buck of your hips every time his digits drag against a certain curve inside you, he groans under his breath. Palming himself with his unoccupied hand as he leans to latch his mouth on your cunt, grasping your thigh and holding your legs apart, preventing you from clasping around him. He liked some space.

The unwavering onslaught on your clit, simultaneously your g-spot, it made you dizzy, so fucking dizzy that you would pass out if it wasn’t for the way his hawk-like eyes were dangerously daring you to close your eyes.

© kenruu

[sanjisblackasswife]

Telling Them “I Want to Suck Your D!ck” (NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Law, Zoro, Luffy, Ace

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Sanji

Starts to choke and bleed

He was already half hard when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your chest against his, but now he’s poking you

“I uh..here?! In the—in the kitchen ?!”

“Mmhm. Nobody is around.”

He insist to first have the pleasure of going down on you, because “Ladies first.”

After you sit yourself comfortably on the cold counter and hike your skirt up who are you to deny such a gentleman?

Zoro

“Why are you such a slut.”

“Why are you not.”

Zoro ignores you up until you stand in front of him nearly getting wacked by his dumbbell and that’s when he loses it because he knows you always piss him off in the best way just so he can use you for it later.

“The fuck is Your Problem you can’t go a day without some Dick?!”

“Correction: I can’t go a day without YOUR Dick.”

He’d be lying to say it didn’t make him want to smirk and a teensy bit turned on, but he had to train.

“It would be jaw training for me.”

And training your jaw he did.

Your throat is still sore a day later.

Law

“Okay.”

“Commonnn—wait what.”

For once Law actually gave into your antics and leaned back in his seat legs spread.

Threw you off completely.

“…really…?”

“Do it. Suck my cock.”

He ACTUALLY lets you suck it.

And you did it quite well considering he gave you something in return.

It was a GREAT night for you both

He was horny as hell that day which is why he complied so easily.

Ace

Please stop being so direct with your sexual desires with this poor boy he already questions why you wanna be with him anyways.

He smiles at you, but also doesn’t believe you.

“Is this a prank…?”

“Why would it be a prank I wanna suck you—“

“ST-STOP TALKING LIKE THAT!” He covers your mouth with his huge hands, “You have such a naughty mouth.”

“Then fill it with your co—“

“Y/N!”

He’s a flustered mess and even more flustered to see you kneel in front of him and unbuckle his pants

Didn’t even last either came the second you shoved it in your mouth.

Luffy

Big beautiful smile when you ask

“Good because I was just going to ask you to while I fish!”

“WHAT?!”

He swears that nobody can see either of you when you are on top of the Sunny. As much as you want to smack him and say nevermind.

You were actually very needy right now and you subconsciously licked your lips when you seen his bulge peak through his shorts.

Y’all didn’t get caught, but Luffy now snickers whenever someone mentions the Sunny.

[tsukiboo]

a fewww one piece nsfw headcannons

(bc im feening bad.) ft. monster trio and my husband- i mean law

luffy

- so. fucking. LOUDD. i swear it’s like he wants everyone on the sunny to hear that you’re fucking?? the roles are usually reversed with him and it’s YOU telling HIM to be quiet. and will DEFINITELY not stfu when you ride him. got him over here like.. “s-so good fuck make me cum— make me cum” while ur over here putting BOTH hands over his mouth to shut him up

- leaves hickeys everywhere. ever since you told him to mark you one time he thought it was so fun and does it too often and sometimes too damn much

- giving > receiving. (v v so much addicted to your taste AND SMELL OMG)

zoro

- will b so rough w u in bed istg. just picture it w me okay, hes got you face down ass up hand FIRMLY planted to get ur head buried in the sheets while fucking you down right BAD. then turn around and b flipping and throwing your ass like a rag doll LIKEEE

- adding on the the previous note he’s definitely not quiet in the bedroom at all (he does however groan ALOT and it’s so sexy) tbh especially when he’s rlly into it “you take me so fucking good— fuck and so god damn pretty”

- an ass man for sure.

-honestly he doesn’t have a preference in terms of giving or receiving, but he would NEVER say no to your warm soft thighs caging his head

sanji (side eye)

- we all know it i might as well say it too, mans got a MAJOR praise kink but like who’s surprised? you can’t blame him tho, you’re so cute and perfect to him

- giving >>>>>> receiving 1000%. before you can even THINK about giving him head he’s already getting down on his knees to eat you out. he swears he likes doing it more than he likes cooking and that says ALOT

- whimpers. (jst take a min and think about it)

law (my man my man my man)

- isn’t really vocal in bed (smh) but he always always always wants to hear every little sound you make. doesn’t care if you’re loud bc it makes him feel good that he’s making you feel that good

- this man knows how to use his hands WELL. VERY WELL. (like jst imagine his tats going in n out, all slick covered and shiny bc of you WHEW and if it wasn’t apparent he LOVES fingering you, he knows exactly how to get you clawing at his arm in no time at all)

- now don’t let this man fool you he actually LOVES getting head, he jst DOESN’T let you do it often bc it’s hard for him to keep cool. — he’d have his tatted hand slyly covering his mouth while his other hand was wrapped in your hair slowly guiding you, every now and then you’d hear him slip a “fuck” or a “keep doing that” under his breath but he’s mostly all groans, it’s still kinda cute tho

[tsukiboo]

ONE PIECE MUNCHERS

my all over the place take on how the one piece boys get down… or rather go down? ft: luffy, zoro, sanji, usopp, law, kid, and ace!

LUFFY

despite many headcannons I’ve seen I’d think luffy would be quite clueless on giving head?.. HOWEVER his curiosity would’ve gotten the best of him and he would’ve figured it out as he went. despite saying that.. he has no technique whatsoever… me and you both know how selfish he gets when he eats, that holds true to when he’s down on his knees. sure luffy should listen to what his partner is wanting from him but the way his tongue is exploring and licking every inch it touches it’s like he’s doing it for him more so for you… it got so bad you had to sit down and force him to listen afterwards bc he’s just so damn selfish! the first time luffy asked if he could give you head he was so… greedy his spit and slick covered fingers he’d lick clean just to finger them back into you and lick them again while still trying to keep his mouth attached to any part of your clit he’s been hooked since… and going forward he’s been the type to randomly ask for it, when he’s in the mood, not in the mood, hungry, or even plain bored and when you ask him why his answer is always “idk it just tastes nice” what a weirdo.

ZORO

3 words: certified. face. sitter. I can’t tell if he likes face sitting because 1) he thinks of it as training or 2) its the easiest laziest way to get you off without him doing too much. always complaining how “you’re holding back on him” or to “stop fucking hovering” and will (quite aggressively if i might add) hold you down so you can’t move… all I’ll say is don’t piss him off.…and if you do manage to piss him off the only enjoyment he’ll be having that moment forward is the feeling of your legs shaking because he’s made you cum one two many times… he tries to be nice he really does but that temper.. however when he’s nice he won’t overstim you THAT bad, maybe enough to make you cry his name and maybe then he might stop.. idk it’s zoro.

SANJI

sanji sanji sanji, what a simp. he won’t hesitate to lay everything to get down, lay down, kneel down WHATEVER the case may be to please you. he doesn’t have a specific preference…although he does find himself slightly more eager to kneel down before you while you lie on the table like he’s about to pray for his meal before he eats. very very skilled, he will mentally note every. single. moan, whine, movement or “right there” so that he’ll keep doing it, wanna know why? because he’s a man that listens to please!! all shade to zoro. surprisingly doesn’t pass out from each realization of your pussy stuffed in his mouth and filling his senses….he knows not to waste a good meal.

USOPP

(for my usopp lovers out there)

oh usopp. he gets so dumb so easily eating you out. what starts as fools confidence quickly goes to desperate licks and hungry touches and a clear eagerness to make you finish!! technique?? that went out the window when you started to pull on his hair and pulling him closer. let me tell you this boy goes CRAZYYY for praise and some hair pulling!! a simple “you’re doing so good baby” or “don’t stop it feels so good” and his concentration is SHOT. he meant to listen to you and keep doing what he was doing but the heat went straight to head and right down to his dick. each session always ends up with him rubbing himself against the bed whining whilst he sucks on your clit and somehow cums before you because… well.. he’s too easy. 💔

LAW

if the art of fingering was dead so was trafalgar law… bc MAN is he dedicated to the craft. is also a man who does his business in the bedroom and the bedroom only, the crew knows never to step foot in there so he finds it the perfect spot to have his attention solely on you and to have some privacy (because god knows he never can) biggest fucking tease and such a pain in the ass too. some days he hates to hear you beg, other days he won’t give you what you want until you beg he’s so damn annoying. strikes me as the type to do what he wants to do and doesn’t need guidance or pointers (he thinks he’s a fucking know it all) because he’s always so confident that he can make you come… he can.

KID

i hate him but i can’t lie when i say he’s a big fan for 69.. it always starts off as a challenge “seeing who can get the other off the fastest and easiest” then turns into him taking complete control while filthly degrading you. he loves having his dick sucked ofc but getting head while also eating you out and feeling you get so distracted so easy for him fills his sick ass ego. fuck the head atp he loves having you in the palm of his hand begging and panting for him to make you cum. what’s worse is when he starts talking (period end of sentence) so fucking filthy, telling you how much of a dumb fucked out whore you are as you embarrassingly grind on his face, he makes fun of how wet you keep getting… threatening to leave you high and dry just because.

ACE

loves when you tell him what to do and how to do it, he’s a simple man born to please. whatever your favorite position is happens to be his favorite too. he’s so damn whipped Strikes me as one of the (if not most) experienced eater from the list, with a pretty face like his it’s always getting sat on, and he’s happy to offer a seat. also another man who hasn’t lost the art of fingering!! while also giving you SO much fucking praise. he’d replace his mouth with his fingers giving himself a chance to admire you. leaving wet sloppy kisses on your thighs, stomach, tits, neck, literally any place that deserves his praise his lips are on it, worshiping you as if you were heaven-sent.