Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while… The thing is, I got laid off, so I haven't been in the right headspace. I've been trying to at least write drabbles, or short one-shots, so I really hope I'm able to write and post something in the next few days!!!
I know this may not be the update you expected, but I will come back with everything I had initially planned a few months ago.
SUMMARY: Shanks knew better than to get infatuated with a younger artist than him, but can you blame him? With you looking at him with doe eyes, your sweet voice and innocent smile… You were going to be his.
GENRE: Smut
WARNINGS: AGE GAP (Reader is in her mid-20s, Shanks is in his late-40s). Modern!AU
WORD COUNT: 3.6k words.
“We need you to choose an artist to collab on the new song, Shanks.” He sighed for what felt like the 100th time that day.
“I know, but I don’t think there’s someone adequate, yet.” And that was true. The album was almost finished except for this one song, the song that was a duet.
He just wasn’t satisfied with all the demos he’s been receiving for the past month, and he was getting stressed. He was THE Shanks. He was one of the greatest songwriters of his generation, and that title came with so much pressure. Maybe not from the public, everyone seems to like whatever he does, but from himself. He just needs to feel it is perfect. He just needs to live up to his own expectations.
Shanks went through the demos once again and caught something new. A jewel case with your name on it.
He knew who you were. The first time he ever heard of you was in an interview where they asked you who your role models were. You said his name without thinking about it. He felt flattered for some reason. He liked your music. He always had some respect for you since he knew you wrote all your songs. This took him by surprise since, in the pop scene, not all artists wrote their songs. According to him, it felt too manufactured, too calculated.
But you, you were like a breath of fresh air.
He listened to your demo. And god, the combination of the verse you wrote for the song and your voice, was what he needed.
He never thought you wanted to work with him. Something about “never meeting your heroes” was something he remembered you saying also in that interview.
But he felt relieved. Relieved that he finally found the voice and style he was looking for.
Your team was ecstatic. They were basically on cloud nine after receiving the news that Shanks chose you to sing with him on a new song.
This was big, they knew that Shanks had so much power, or well, everyone seemed to respect him in the industry, so working with him was like having a golden ticket to stardom. Not like you actually needed the help, but this was good.
Such an opportunity only comes once in a lifetime, and the idea of working with Shanks was something you were looking forward to.
The thing was simple. Since you already worked on your verse, and according to your manager, “he loved it,” everything else was supposed to be quicker than expected. Record the song with the band; Shanks himself will be there to produce the song as well. If he likes the sound of the whole song, then that would be it, or if he needs to change something, you would meet each other again for a 2nd session to make the changes.
It appeared that Shanks didn’t want to record a million versions of the same song. He always went with the most natural and spontaneous versions for his songs, and you were glad about that.
You’ve lived firsthand how everyone in your discography wanted to make the best version of any song you recorded. Meaning that sometimes, they would make you record too many versions of the same verses just to choose the best one, leaving you drained and tired.
That’s why you loved to sing live. When singing live, there was no need to produce a presentation too much, it was just a pure, raw, and emotional feeling.
The previous night of the song recording was anything but peaceful. A million scenarios came to your head of how meeting Shanks would unfold. He was actually the artist who made you want to become an artist. You always had such high respect from him. So a part of you was really nervous, but the professional side of you was really excited. You’ve heard that he was such an amazing person to work with. Yeah, he was serious, but he seemed to enjoy being at the studio. Even if he looked drained, it appeared that he liked the feeling if it meant just spending more time there.
Your manager told you that not a lot of people would be allowed at the studio, though. Normally, only the artists Shanks worked with were allowed to enter for obvious reasons. So this was an “only you” thing.
When you were about to enter the studio, you gulped. This was it. You were about to meet the person you’ve admired since you were younger. You could feel your heart in your throat, and your hands were shaking slightly.
A faint knock made Shanks stop the music. He knew it was you knocking.
“Come in.” You took a deep breath and entered the room.
For the past hour, you and Shanks have been talking. The moment you entered his studio, he could tell you were nervous, so he just wanted to make you feel more at ease before you began working.
He didn’t really know what to expect from you, but he was delighted. You seemed really down-to-earth. He knows that people in the industry tend to forget that, at the end of the day, this was just a job, like any other. People tend to start getting out of touch with their surroundings and start becoming entitled, or as he likes to call them, “entitled pigs.” But he was pleased to see that you haven’t forgotten who you really are.
The more the two of you spoke, the more Shanks realized he was going to enjoy his time with you.
And the fact that after some time, the two of you realized that you’ve been talking for hours was the proof he needed. It was almost 7 pm, you arrived at noon. Both of you were too stunned, realizing you didn’t work as you were supposed to.
But in both of your minds, this was a necessary measure in order for the two of you to get comfortable and be able to work properly without any awkward moments.
You finally went into the recording booth. Shanks was such an expert at guiding and giving instructions for you to start singing. You’ve done this a million times, but for some reason, it felt different. Maybe it was the fact that for the first time, it was only you and another person at the studio, or maybe it was the fact that it was Shanks the only one there with you. Maybe both. But you liked the privacy this whole situation had.
Shanks was pleased with the few recordings the two of you made. Looking at the studio’s clock, he was able to see it was almost midnight.
The two of you were listening to the final recording of the song. You couldn’t help but smile when you heard both of your voices blend together so perfectly in the chorus, and it appears Shanks was also sharing the same sentiment with you.
Look, he has collaborated with so many artists in his life, and this was the first time he felt like this song was meant to be. It was pure perfection to his ears.
A part of you was happy. It all went so smoothly and quickly. But that meant this would be the only time you two would spend time in the studio.
The two of you stayed in silence for some minutes, enjoying each other’s presence before Shanks finally spoke up.
“This was the only song that was missing from the album. It will be released in 3 months, and after that, we just have to wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“To see how the song does in the charts, sometimes songs that aren’t meant to be singles do really well on social media, and the discography wants us to promote the song as a single.”
“So, in this case, if the song goes viral, we would have to promote it together?”
“Only if you have time, of course.”
“I’m going to make sure to have my agenda free, of course, just in case.”
It seemed that Shanks was blessed with the ability to predict the future, as your song performed exceptionally well in the charts. Without being a single, it managed to make its way to the Billboard Top 10 after one month of its release, which was perfect for you and him, meaning that you now had to promote the song on different late-night shows or morning news programs.
The past 4 months were agonizing, though. Everything changed after that evening that you spent with Shanks at the studio. Your brain was consumed completely by Shanks. After finishing recording the song, the two of you stayed up all night talking about your lives, your dreams, and your wishes for the future. You never opened up to someone that easily. But there was something about Shanks that made him be perceived as someone you could trust.
As for Shanks, he knew better. He was well aware that nothing could happen between the two of you. He could easily be your father, for fucks sake. He was in his 40s, you were in your 20s, but still, he was willing to risk everything he had worked for to get at least a taste of you.
You’ve been texting each other every single day, wanting to know how your days went, wanting to know what you’ve been working on, or even saying to each other “Good morning” or “Goodnight.” It appears that you were just looking for an excuse to keep being in contact. Not wanting to stop.
It was actually Shanks the one who brought up the news to you, letting you know that his team was going to reach out to you to see if you had time to promote the song.
What he didn’t know was that you were waiting for this to happen, that you actually made time and convinced your label to let you promote the song, even if it didn’t perform well, but they had faith, just like you. And in the end, it was a success.
The next week, you were now at a TV studio preparing to sing with Shanks at a late-night show, the first of 4 presentations that both your labels had prepared.
You arrived a little bit early, knowing that your hair and makeup would take more time than what Shanks would need. You texted Shanks earlier that day, letting him know you were nervous since this would be the first time you would perform live with him. “you don’t have to. if anything, i should be the nervous one, to sing with someone as pretty as you…” Those words kept going around your mind. “He thinks I’m pretty” was all you could think about, which was a good thing since when you least expect it was the time to go on stage and finally, sing with your role model live.
While you were on stage, you tried your best to look as professional as possible. But you could feel it. The need, the desire that was coming out of Shanks every time he looked at you.
You didn't know if it was part of the presentation. Maybe he looked at all his female collaborators like this. But what you didn’t know is that this was actually the first time Shanks saw someone with such intensity on the stage. He couldn’t control it. It just happened.
For a moment, you almost forgot how to think properly, ALMOST. Because even if you were about to fall to your knees, you were still very professional, looking back at him with the same desire he was looking at you.
As the song finished, the two of you ended really close. This was new for both of you. You just seemed to connect.
As you were exiting the stage, your manager couldn't help but show her excitement, giving you a quick hug. You smiled.
“My god, you did amazing! Such great chemistry!” You tried to hide the triumphant smile that was threatening to appear on your face. But Shanks was faster and couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow and smirk slightly.
As the presentations came to an end, you couldn’t help but feel hopeless.
This last week was filled with lingering stares and touches between Shanks and you. He also wanted to spend more time together, so he started to arrive earlier than he needed to after that first presentation, spending time in your dressing room. Not everyone was allowed to be there; only your makeup artist and your manager were present, so seeing Shanks there wasn't that weird, at least for them. But if you asked Shanks’s manager. Yeah, that was a first for him.
Something that also changed drastically after that first presentation was the tone of your messages would have. They went from something innocent to something that had more sexual tension.
It was as if the two of you forgot that real consequences would happen if the two of you were together, if you dared to see what it would feel like to touch each other.
But could you be blamed? Everyone who saw that first presentation admitted there was something unspoken between the two of you. With comments like “god i want to be her so bad,” “please god, i need to be his controversially younger girlfriend,” or something as straight as “i think they did it but i just can’t prove it.” You could only wish.
To celebrate the end of a very successful week, both labels decided to throw a small party for everyone involved in the making of his last album. All the collaborators, band, marketing… Every single one was there. But he could only look at you, and you could only look away from him, not wanting to be that obvious.
But Shanks wasn’t having any of it. He craved for your attention. He needed to have you that night. Consequences be damned. He didn’t care if everyone at the party saw how desperate he was. He had only one thing on his mind. You.
You could feel his hand on your lower back, interrupting the meaningless conversation you were having with some singer Shanks also collaborated with on the album.
“Mind if I take her away for a few minutes?” The guy simply nodded and searched for a new victim to bore.
“Follow me.” He whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps through your whole body.
You could only comply. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, your breathing was erratic. You weren’t stupid. You knew Shanks’s patience was running thin. Yours too.
You didn’t pay any attention to where Shanks was taking you. You could only guess this was one of his houses (yes, apparently having a lot of money meant having not only one, but at least four other places to live in, according to what Shanks told you) since he quickly took you to the farthest room of the house where this party was taking place.
As soon as he opened the door, he slammed you against it and cornered you.
“You have no idea what you are doing to me, do you?” he grabbed both of your wrists, putting them on each side of your head. Making you whimper at the sudden roughness of his actions.
“Shanks…” You could feel his breathing tickle your cheek, but you couldn’t react. Your whole body was on fire since the very moment he touched your back.
“Just tell me to stop, and I will. Please tell me to stop.” The thing is, if you told him you weren’t interested in him, he would stop right there and then. No questions needed. You were the only reason he has been restraining himself for a whole week.
“What if I don’t want you to stop?” You finally were able to form a phrase.
“Then say it, I need a verbal confirmation that you want this, that you don’t care that every single person at this party saw us coming upstairs.” You shivered at the thought. You were so in a trance that you didn’t notice the questionable and curious looks everyone sent your way.
“I want you, Shanks.” That was all he needed. Like a starved man, he kissed you as if there was no tomorrow. The tension that was created that night finally dissolved as his hands roamed all over your body, trying to memorize your silhouette.
You took the initiative and started to remove his jacket and shirt as quickly as your hands allowed you to. Trying to hide the fact that you were shaking.
Shanks also took this as an opportunity to take off your mini dress.
“Do you know how crazy and mad this dress made me? The moment you entered through the front door, I just wanted to take it off and show everyone how good I can make you feel.” You moaned at the words. “Here, or the bed?”
“Here.” You knew you sounded desperate. The bed was literally a few steps away from you, but you couldn’t wait any longer, nor did Shanks. When you least expected it, Shanks was already fully naked, coating his cock with your juices, no prep needed. Shanks grabbed one of your legs, bringing it up to his waist, as his other hand was guiding himself to your entrance.
“Wait, I don’t have a condom.” He sounded concerned.
“I couldn’t care less, I’m on the pill.” That was all it took for Shanks to ram into you.
It was as if both of you entered heaven, as if all the waiting was worth it.
Shanks couldn’t believe how tight you felt around him. He, even if he hated to admit it, hasn’t had any type of sexual activity for some years now. But this was worth the wait. As for you, no guy your age has been able to fill you up this well. You could feel Shanks was filling you up perfectly. His cock hitting places you didn’t even know existed.
Even if you were only letting out some breaths every time he was inside of you, Shanks could tell you were enjoying it, clenching every single time he moved into you.
“Taking me so well against a door, my angel.” You loved the nickname that came out of his lips. “I promise that next time we are together, this house will be empty, just me and you, and I swear to the gods that I will make you scream my name.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
So this wasn’t a one-night thing. He wanted more. Of course he did. Now that he had finally touched heaven itself, he wasn’t going to let you go that easily.
You didn’t know how long you’ve been fucking. Long enough for the two of you to move to the bed, wanting to enjoy as much as possible without the inconvenience of getting tired.
At this point, it was more than obvious where the two of you were. Both of your managers tried to come up with a good excuse for your absence, but the people at the party weren’t dumb. They know what they saw. But secrecy was something that all the people within Shanks’s circle shared. They didn’t dare to say anything at all, not wanting to risk their careers.
As for you and Shanks, you couldn’t believe both of your staminas were that high. Shanks was able to manhandle you without any problem, switching positions as if it were the easiest thing in the world. He also realised he loved having you on top of him. He was able to see all of you like this. Your tits and your fucked out expression were the highlight of such a position.
“Please, angel, come around my cock one more time. I know you can do it.” Shanks moved his hand to your clit, trying to stimulate you so he could feel you cum again. He was never going to get tired of the view. Your mouth was wide open as you tried your best not to moan out loud. One of your arms covered the lower half of your face, as your hand roamed all over his chest, trying to find something to hold onto.
“That’s it, y’look so pretty when you come for me.” He didn’t understand how he was able to last that long, but he knew he wanted to finish inside you.
“Can I cum inside you? Please, my angel, let me do it.” You only hummed, not trusting yourself to speak properly. The overstimulation was fucking your brain.
“Fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good. So good that you will be walking around with my cum for the next few days.” The words he was speaking were going straight to your core, and somehow, the familiar knot at the bottom of your stomach was forming once again.
“Yes, please, Shanks.” You didn’t know what you were asking for, but Shanks appeared to have understood you, wanting to feel you come undone around him one more time.
Shanks’s thrusts started to become erratic, no real rhythm at this point, chasing his own orgasm. Shanks let out a brutal groan. And that was enough for you to climax for one last time. Shanks’s movements came to a halt. As the two of you tried your best to calm down, Shanks moved your whole body with such delicacy, trying his best to remain inside of you, not wanting to spill anything he just gave you.
“You did so well, angel. So perfect, just as I knew you were going to be.” You felt your whole being warm at the comment.
The two of you stayed in silence, him still inside of you, enjoying once again each other’s company, just as that first night the two of you shared.
You didn’t know how you were going to work this out. But something was certain, and that was the fact that you wouldn't let each other go for quite some time.
it’s hard to see you, but I wish you were right here
PAIRING: Portgas D. Ace x f!Reader
SUMMARY: After breaking up with Ace, your body somehow still needed him. And after finding Ace outside of your door in the middle of the night, you could see he needed you too.
GENRE: Angst and Smut.
WARNINGS: Mentions of cheating, hate sex, happy ending.
WORD COUNT: 2.1k words
Breaking up with Ace left you a mess. How can someone who said to love you with his whole being, cheat on you?
The scene replayed in your mind every night since then. Ace, with a girl you didn’t even recognize on his lap, kissing her, holding her with the same neediness he used to hold you with. Ace then staring directly at you while tears were making it hard to see, and you fleeing the place in a beat.
You didn’t know if you were angrier or sadder, but you knew something. You didn’t need any type of explanation. You left without even looking back.
Of course, Ace didn’t even try to contact you after that. He knew how you felt about cheating and that you would never forgive him. And you were kinda grateful for that. It made it easier to hate him and not feel hopeless, since in the end, it was his decision to cheat.
After 6 months, you felt like you could finally breathe without any type of hatred clouding your mind, but you somehow still missed him.
You missed the chemistry, the way he made you feel all the time, the way you somehow clicked, but only when it came to the physical part of the relationship. Apart from that, you could’ve easily gone through life without ever thinking about him.
But even if your body was the one missing him, it didn’t mean it was any easier. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see him. Every single time you were together in bed, you could still feel the way his hand would touch, roam, and caress you. You could still hear him whispering the dirtiest things to your ear, and the way his breathing became erratic when he was close. The way he held you and looked at you was imprinted in the back of your head. And god, you hated it.
It was so unfair the fact that your whole body and part of your mind couldn’t get over him. You’ve lost count of the number of nights you’ve replayed several memories with Ace.
And you were glad to see that Ace was also feeling the same way. To be honest, he couldn’t be more dramatic, but it kinda fit him. The fact that it was the middle of the night and he was only in gray sweatpants, a red zip-up hoodie, and a white tank top, breathing all hectic after banging and knocking on your door like his life depended on it
“Ace, what do you even want?” You tried your best to look annoyed, but it was as if your body only knew one way to react when it was close to him, and that way was making you all hot and bothered.
Ace finally took a look at your clothes, shorts, and a sweatshirt, simple, but that was enough for him to lose his mind. He didn’t even say a word, he just passed through your door, pushing you inside and cornering you against the closest wall.
“I need you.” You closed your eyes and felt him start kissing your head. “Please say something.” How dare he? He just arrived in the middle of the night, asking for sex, and unfortunately, your body was ready for him.
“What makes you think I need you too?” You took a deep breath and sighed. His scent was making you dizzy. It appeared that he had just showered since you could still smell the body wash he usually uses.
“Maybe it’s the way both of your hands have been grabbing my shirt since the very first moment I put you against the wall, and you haven’t let go of me, or maybe it’s the fact that you’re rubbing yourself against my cock. I don't know, baby, you tell me.” You groaned. You couldn’t believe you gave in that easily, but for 6 months, you’ve been needing this, and to be honest, you weren’t the best when it came to thinking about the consequences of your actions.
“I still hate you, Ace.” You didn’t even let him answer, and kissed him. God, you missed this. The way he would embrace you, the way his lips were clashing against yours, the way he held you, trying to get your whole body as close as possible, feeling all of you.
You slowly made your way to your couch, getting rid of his hoodie and tank top, leaving him shirtless by the time you two were finally on the couch, with you on his lap.
You pulled away from him, your breathing was the only thing that could be heard. He cupped your right cheek with his hand, and he touched your lips with his thumb.
“God, I missed these lips.” It looked like he was in a trance. You stared at him, and something in your chest hurt.
“Are you here to talk or to fuck me, Ace?” You quickly stopped his actions. You don’t want to fall again for his schemes. You were together for a year, so he knows how to get under your skin, he knows how to make you give in.
By the look on his face, it appears that he was hurt by the harsh words, but he really couldn’t blame you.
He took your sweatshirt off you and smiled.
“No bra?”
“Why do you look surprised? It’s not like I didn’t sleep like this when we were together.” Ace quickly moved and started to suck on your nipples, making you choke from the sudden action. You started to rub yourself against his bulge, seeking some kind of relief.
Ace moved his head to your other nipple, rolling between his fingers the nipple he was previously sucking on. He repeated the actions for quite a few minutes before he came to a stop and looked at your fucked up expression.
“Here, or your room?” Ace was starting to carry you up, knowing you usually liked it better on a bed, but you quickly pushed him back to the sofa.
“Here, you lost room privilege the moment you decided to cheat on me.” Ace was surprised at your words, not because of the context itself, but because you said it in a playful manner.
“I’m-”
“Shut up, Ace. I need you.” You stood up so he could take off his sweatpants, and took this opportunity to take off your shorts and panties, not wanting to lose time.
You grabbed one of his shoulders to balance yourself, while your other hand was guiding his cock to your entrance. You didn’t need any preparation. The moment you saw Ace at your door, and the countless restless nights for the past months were enough for you to just want to fuck him without any type of foreplay. You slowly took him in, adjusting yourself to his size.
It’s been months since you had sex with someone, so it did sting a bit.
“So… tight,” he managed to say.
“Shut… up.” You started to move your waist, not enough movement for him to get proper relief, but enough for you to get used to his size again.
Ace was able to see that you didn’t open your eyes. Maybe because you were trying to concentrate. But he knew better, and he knew it was because you didn’t actually want to look at him. His chest hurt. When you were together, you used to love looking at him. Something about the way he would look at you, with such neediness and love, was something that would always help you cum faster. So this was new. But he also knew he fucked up pretty bad, and this was the only way to have you this close.
“More,” Ace didn’t even ask you to stop when he grabbed your ass, stopping you from moving back and forth, and started to move his hips up and down. Due to the sudden change of movement, your upper body crashed against his chest. And you hissed.
“Ace,” you wanted to shout at him, be mad at him, but instead of sounding angry, his name came out as a moan. He was abusing your hole, going as fast as he could, hitting that spot that would make you forget everything except for the man that was making you feel such an intense pleasure.
“That’s right, baby, I’m the only one that can make you feel this way.” You clenched at his words, defeated. “Even if you wanted to take control tonight, you know this is the only way for you to come around my cock.” You wanted to punch him in the face so bad.
“Fuck you.” You felt tears starting to roll down your face. You didn’t know if it was because of the overwhelming sensation or because you were having sex with the person who cheated on you, but you didn’t care. It made the pleasure a hundred times better.
Ace felt his chest getting wetter, but he knew better than to ask if you were ok.
“God, sweetheart, I missed you so much.” Ace stopped for a moment to grab your chin up and kiss you properly. You could feel his neediness and his regret.
“Move, please.” Ace chuckled and continued to move. You started to leave small wet kisses on his neck and collarbones.
“Keep doing that…” You hid your smile and started to suck his neck, wanting to mark him up. Ace could feel your pussy clench harder, meaning that you were close. With one arm, he grabbed you by the waist, and with his other hand, he started to play with your clit, wanting you to come before he did.
“Fuck fuck fuck” you whispered in Ace’s ear.
“That’s right, cum baby, please. Let me feel you.”
You hated the way you gave into him so easily. You hated the fact that, finally, after months and months of being sexually frustrated, you were finally going to be able to cum thanks to him.
You weren’t ready for the feeling. A rush of electricity traveled from your core to the rest of your body. Your whole body went limp as your sight became blurry. You couldn’t think properly. It was as if your brain had become a puddle of incoherent thoughts. You let out a loud whine as Ace continued to fuck you, trying to reach his own climax.
“Where do you want it?” You didn’t need more explanation. You knew he was referring to his load.
“Inside me, A-ace.” You whimpered, trying your best to not push him away from you. The overstimulation was not something you were used to.
It was all Ace needed to come undone. He always loved it when you were so vocal about your needs and wants. As you felt the warm shot of cum paint the inside of your walls, you finally relaxed completely against his body.
You hated to admit it, but you missed this. You miss him.
You didn’t want to be the first one to break the silence that filled your living room, too scared of speaking and him being able to tell you were about to cry.
“I’m sorry. I know I fucked up, really bad,” he was slowly moving his fingers through your hair, smoothing it out.
“Don’t. Pease,” you could barely say, voice breaking in the process.
“Just give me one more chance. Let me win your heart and trust back.”
“Don’t you think you are 6 months late, Ace?” You were right. He didn’t call, text, or try to find you.
“I know. But please, just let me try to win you back. I haven’t been able to properly rest, and I haven’t been able to function at all. I can’t live without you.” And you knew he was telling the truth. As you stared deeply into his eyes, you sighed.
“I don’t know Ace. I just kept picturing her lips on you.” A small tear rolled down your cheek, but Ace quickly moved his hand to clean it up.
“Let me make it up to you. I will do anything to fix this mess I made.”
“You know, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” You admit. Ace cupped your face with both of his hands, wanting to look into your eyes.
“I messed up, but if you agree and if you let me, I will show you that you are the only person I ever want to be with for the rest of my life.” You weren’t so sure if you wanted to forgive him that easily, but you knew something, and it was the fact that even if it was hard to see him, you needed his company more than anything.
You could only nod, wanting to give it a try one more time.
“I promise you won’t regret it, baby.” Ace embraced you in a tight hug, and for the first time in months, you could finally rest peacefully.
gamer!ace who didn’t really pay attention to his hands until he saw you looking at them every single time he was playing on his computer
gamer!ace who realized that you look at his fingers, not only while playing, but basically always, mostly when he’s doing any other thing that requires him to do a lot of manual work
gamer!ace who uses this to his advantage, and enjoys torturing you while he’s eating (he licks his fingers slowly), while the two of you are lying on his bed (you can feel his fingers roam all over your body), while the two of you are out (his hand always resting on your leg where you can see his fingers caressing your skin), making you a blushing mess
gamer!ace who, after noticing this, invited you to his house whenever he was going to play because he loved the attention you gave him
gamer!ace who changed the setup of his gaming station and also bought a new gamer chair for you, so he could have you close and for you to enjoy the view more
gamer!ace who loves teasing you with his hands whenever he’s playing with his brothers, not caring one bit if they listen to all the sounds you try so hard to keep down
gamer!ace who loves to rub your clit when he’s not playing, finding it more entertaining to tease you
gamer!ace who after leaving you on edge, returns to his game, not before licking his fingers to get a taste of you
gamer!ace who enjoys looking at you in the corner of his eyes, seeing you all impatient
gamer!ace who takes advantage of every pause he has while playing to keep edging you, and when he stops, doesn’t let you close your legs, wanting to see your glistening pussy whenever he can
gamer!ace who one night, while playing with his brothers online, wanted to see how much you could handle being edge
gamer!ace who asked you to be silent, but was hoping for you to not have any sense of control since he loves the thrill of the thought of Luffy and Sabo hearing
gamer!ace who was pretty adamant about you wearing a skirt for him to have free and easy access to your pussy so he could tease you however he pleased
“Are you close?” Ace whispered in your ear, even if he was muted. He loved getting on your nerves, and after an hour and a half of teasing you and leaving you on edge, he just said that in order to give you a little bit of hope, so you could think he would have mercy on you.
“Ace, please, just one time. I need it.” You grabbed his forearm, trying your best to not let him stop.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” You felt his nose caressing your right cheek, he didn’t take his sight from his fingers, which right now were rubbing your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.
“Please, just let me cum, just this once. I’ll do anything.” You moaned and tried your best not to look as desperate as you were feeling. You knew if he saw you crack, he was going to keep delaying your release.
Your whole body was so tense due to all the pent-up energy. You hated this feeling, but the end was so worth it.
“I don’t know, I kinda like you like this, all worked up and begging me.” He smirked, enjoying your pain. Cheeky bastard.
“Ace…” you groaned, and clenched your teeth.
“Fuck, I need to get back.” You saw how Ace was starting to move away from you, and you tried your best to stop him.
“No no no, wait, Ace.” As much as you tried your best to keep him with you, he was stronger, and since you were weak due to all the edging, well, you weren’t even a match for him.
“I promise, just one more round and I’m all yours.” You sighed. You knew it wasn’t going to finish that quickly. You knew that at least he was going to keep playing for another hour. He quickly licked his middle finger, and hummed, enjoying how you tasted.
You whispered a small “fuck,” and tried your best not to look as bothered as you felt. Ace, on the other hand, felt pretty content and pleased. He loved to edge you for one simple reason. After edging you for so long, you were always so tight that he just needed to give you a proper fuck.
But to be honest, you were starting to get tired. And an idea came to your head. If Ace wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, then you were going to do it. You started to move your hand down to your clit, but Ace stopped you.
“Don’t you dare.” Ace didn’t care if he lost this round. He was the only one who could pleasure you. That’s one of the reasons he was your boyfriend.
“Then help me. Do something.” You answered a little too loudly, loud enough for Luffy and Sabo to hear the two of you.
Ace didn’t say anything and just moved his hand to your core. You looked him right into his eyes, and god, if Ace was standing up, he would fall to his knees and do whatever you wanted. How could he say no to you?
“Fuck.” you gasped as Ace resumed the movements of his fingers on your clit. He went and kissed you, trying his best to muffle your sounds, remembering he didn’t mute his mic. You started to pant and grabbed the armrest of your chair. Even if he enjoyed the thrill of others hearing, your moans were something he could only hear. Without you noticing, he muted his mic.
“Are you close? Are you gonna cum, baby?” You could only nod, too fucked out to give a proper answer. “Then do it, cum in my fingers, let me feel you.” Ace started to move his fingers faster, wanting to finally give you a proper release after holding out for so long.
You crashed your head into the headrest and rolled your eyes. Of course, you weren’t going to last for so long. But you were glad Ace was finally giving you all his attention.
As your climax came, you felt a charge of electricity run through your whole body as you closed your legs around Ace's arm. He slowed down, riding you through your orgasm. You felt your arms and legs go limp and carefully let out a long breath.
Ace stayed there for a few seconds, not wanting to move, and enjoying the wetness his fingers were feeling. With his other arm, he slowly opened your thighs and moved his fingers through your core, wanting to gather all your juices in his fingers. You hissed at the feeling.
“Open up.” Automatically, you did what he said, not registering one bit of his words. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and licked him clean. Your stomach did a flip, and you couldn’t believe you wanted more.
“I swear just one more round baby, and I’m all yours.” You nodded and closed your eyes. This was going to be a long night, but you were glad you at least got what you wanted for now.
Letting Sanji Free-use You As A Birthday Present NSFW Headcanons
PAIRING: Sanji x Best Friend Roommate!Reader
SUMMARY: “FREE USE: A fetish where partners are allowed to fuck any part of their partner at any time”
GENRE: Smut
WARNINGS: Modern!AU
So you were going down a spiral trying to come up with a birthday present for Sani since his birthday was in a few days, and you didn’t know what to give him.
Sanji always told you he didn’t want you to get him a present, he didn’t like the idea of you spending on him but you didn’t really care about his opinion.
You usually gave him a significant gift that showed how much he meant to you, but this year you didn’t have any ideas at all.
Until one day, when Sanji left his computer turned on
You knew it was wrong to be snooping around, but you were desperate to find the perfect gift for him
You went and read his browser history, and what you saw was intriguing. You already knew Sanji had interesting preferences, and his history was just a confirmation of it.
You noticed most of the porn links that were visited in the last days had the phrase “free-use.”
That night you did the research and found out this “free-use” thing was basically letting someone fuck you whenever and wherever they wanted
Then that’s when your idea came. What if, for a week, you let Sanji free-use you? It’s not like the two of you haven’t fucked before, so nothing would really be put at risk.
And the thought of Sanji fucking you whenever he wanted was something you would also like to experience
The day of his birthday, before all your friends arrived at your shared department to celebrate, you gave Sanji an envelope and told him he could open it after the party.
More to his dismay, he accepted that condition.
Of course, his curiosity won over him, and he opened the envelope in the middle of the party. Sanji wanted to know why you told him, and after reading the content, he understood.
“As a birthday present, I will let you free-use me for a week :).”
Sanji felt his pants tighten at the thought. Was this real? How did you know his recent fetish?
He couldn’t care less. The fact that you were giving him this as a present was everything he could’ve asked for.
Now Sanji had a new dilemma. If he told you he wanted to fuck you in that instant, you would find out he didn’t wait for the party to end as you told him, and what if that was enough reason for you to not give him that present. He couldn’t let that happen.
So he exited his room and tried to distract himself. TRIED being the keyword.
Instead of enjoying the rest of the party, he could only think about where he will fuck you. A week where you will let him do whatever he wants. If he wanted, he could be inside your pussy all day long.
Ok, maybe not to that extent, but still, a week fucking all the time he wanted has pure heaven.
When the party ended, Zoro, Nami, Luffy, and Usopp stayed behind to help you and Sanji clean the mess that was left.
When you were almost finished, Sanji grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you to his room. You hadn’t finished closing his door when he already had you pinned over it, holding both of your hands to each side of your head, and you smirked.
“So you’ve read it.”
“You have no idea of all the things I’m gonna do to you.”
Before he could do something else, you heard Nami shouting they were finished, and after telling her you will call her tomorrow and thank them, you listened to the front door shut.
And that’s basically how it started the Free-use week.
During the "free-use" week
Sanji took the free-use thing seriously.
He woke you up, eating you out like you were his last meal, and then proceeded to fuck you.
Making you give him a blowjob whenever he was watching TV or even cooking. Hell, he would even make you suck him off if he was on a call with the guys. He didn’t care.
He also took advantage of the fact that you were working from home, and since he wanted to feel his cock inside you, but didn’t want to disturb you that much, he told you he wanted you to cockwarm him.
You didn’t fully understand his request at first, but after a brief explanation of the term, you accepted.
Not only because, in the end, it was his birthday gift, but the idea of him just inside you was excellent.
And, of course, after your work, he proceeded to pin you down on your bed and fuck you until you came at least 3 times.
He also didn’t care if you were showering or preparing food. He just fucked you right there.
But what you liked about all this thing it was that Sanji also made sure you were enjoying it as much as he was.
There were times when some meetings required you to turn on your camera, so during those classes, you just gave Sanji a handjob.
What you really enjoyed was all the dirty things Sanji said to you during this week.
Your favorite one being, “I can’t believe even after fucking you restless, you’re still so tight for me.”
Something about the fact that only for him you would ever do this helped him to treasure this even more.
After every fuck, he made sure you were pleased, and he also gave you aftercare.
Even if free use meant fucking whenever Sanji wanted, there were moments when he could see you were tired, so he only asked you to cuddle him, which was really sweet, but still, you ended up doing something sexual after every cuddle session.
It was like the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other
When the last day of the week arrived, you and Sanji took your time.
For some reason knowing this was going to be the last time you would fuck so freely made the two of you enjoy it more
It wasn’t as hard and wild as all the time you fucked this week. It was slow and sweet
Sanji washed your body with wet kisses and filled your head with so many compliments that it made you lightheaded
It was almost midnight when the two of you were just lying on his bed, enjoying each other’s presence in silence
“Did you like your present?” you asked Sanji. You already knew the answer but needed to hear him say it.
“I loved it. I’m bummed out it’s finishing tho,” he sighed. You lifted your body and used your arm as a support so you could see his face.
“Well, we’re still within the week. Is there something you wanna do before the week finishes?”
Sanji only wanted to do one thing he didn’t do during the week.
He grabbed your cheek and kissed you on the lips. You could feel his tongue wanting to enter your mouth.
You were surprised at first, but you quickly let him enter your mouth
Sanji moved your body so you could straddle him
You stopped when the two of you were starting to get out of breath, which, to be honest, both of you hated since you were enjoying the kiss.
While you waited for Sanji to say something, you fixed the hair that was falling on his forehead that was also covering part of his eyes.
Sanji didn’t want to stop. For the first time, he was able to have you whenever he wanted without the fear of telling you he wanted to be more than a friend and ruining your friendship, and he didn’t want to say goodbye to that ever.
“I don’t want this to be over.”
You also didn’t want it to finish, you knew Sanji pretty well, and you knew he wasn’t referring to only the sex.
“As I said, is there something else you want?” you asked again but changed your word selection this time, hoping Sanji would catch up with what you were implying.
Fortunately, Sanji did understand this time.
“Be mine, please.”
You smiled and only nodded in response
This definitely was Sanji’s best birthday present ever
SUMMARY: Sometimes getting drunk while celebrating with your crew, while your ex was there, was a really, really bad idea. But you were drunk, so how bad can it actually be?
GENRE: Smut. Tiny bit of fluff and angst.
WARNINGS: Ex to lovers, reader being obnoxious, heavy drinking, minor spoilers for the end of Wano, sexual activities while being drunk (no penetration)
WORD COUNT: 2.3k words
You were never the type of girl to get drunk and drown your heartbreaks in alcohol. But you just freed a country from an emperor, so you thought one night (more like a week) of bad decisions was worth it.
Everyone was excited, basically, for a week, the country of Wano celebrated non-stop, a week where you realized that your ex had a new love interest (at least in your eyes, that was it). But could you really blame the princess of Wano for falling for him? Strong, big, reckless, and brave. And unfortunately, you hated every single time you saw them together. Even if it was only speaking, you felt an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach.
But why? You were the one who ended things. You were the one who was tired of the emotionless relationship you had with Zoro. He was free to be with whomever he wanted, just not in front of you. And it was ok! At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself when you knew damn well that you wanted to die.
The girls, however, were worried sick. Because, well, yes, they would even drink if they feel like it, get a little loose, but not every single night. Your excuse of “we deserve having a little bit of fun before returning to the real world, where we are going to be chased” was starting to get old. But they didn’t know how to help you. Well, they actually did know. Call Zoro for help, but they were sure that you would either hit him or completely ignore him.
What was even worse was the fact that you tried to forget Zoro with other guys. Kid, Killer, even tried with Law, but nothing would help you forget about Zoro just a little. An annoying voice that sounded a lot like his was always in the back of your mind, reminding you they just weren’t him. They couldn’t and wouldn’t make you feel as good and loved as he did.
And that’s how you found yourself, sitting on Sanji’s legs, playing with his hair while Zoro was looking attentively at your actions, ignoring Hiyori who was by his left side. Poor Sanji, he wasn’t dumb. He knew you wanted to make Zoro jealous, and he would take every single opportunity to mess with him, even if it meant being used by a gorgeous woman.
“Liking that?” He asked while you chugged another bottle. You nodded at the blonde after putting the bottle down, a little bit too tipsy for your own good.
“Yup!”
“You will get alcohol poisoning if you keep drinking like that.” You could tell he was worried.
“But this is our last night here ‘Ji, don’t you just wanna have some fun?” Your hand that was previously playing with his hair was now caressing his ear, making him shiver in response. He shook his head. You were playing a dangerous game that would cost him if he continued indulging.
“I do, but I also want you to be alive after this week.” He stopped your hand and put it in your lap. Even if he was enjoying the physical contact, he didn’t want you to regret anything tomorrow, knowing fully well he wasn’t the one you actually wanted.
Zoro, on the other hand, felt like he could break the cook’s bones at any moment, because even if he could tell he was restraining himself, he still saw the way one of Sanji’s hands was grabbing your hips, the way his eyes would close whenever you said something in his ear, and the way Sanji would lick his lips whenever he saw yours. However, he was grateful, because knowing Sanji, he would’ve already taken you to another room where he could have some privacy with you, but he hasn’t.
And the image of you leaving with Sanji was enough for Zoro to stand up, completely ignoring Hiyori’s complaints, and make his way to you. When Sanji saw him, he was kinda glad he was finally doing something after the week you just gone through.
He stood up and carried you in bridal style, ready to hand you over to Zoro to fix whatever situation you needed to. You were about to complain when you smell him. Zoro.
“Just don’t make this worse, mosshead.” Zoro was now leaving with you in his arms. The chatty version of yourself that was with Sanji completely disappeared. You didn’t have the energy to throw a tantrum. Heart too heavy to even react.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” He asked without looking directly at you as he exited the room you were in. The chill breeze of the night made you tremble, making Zoro move you closer to his chest.
“I hate you.” You said, but not in a mean way, more in a playful manner.
“Bet you do.”
“I hate you and your-“ Hiccup! “big body-” Hiccup! “and your stupid handsome face.” Hiccup!
“God, how much did you drink?”
“Dunno.” You pouted. This was the first time the two of you were alone in sooooo long. And you would hate to admit it, but your whole body was on fire. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that you were well aware of his hands in your body, but you could feel his presence in your soul.
You stayed in silence, wondering where he was taking you, when you decided to break the silence.
“Shouldn’t you be with your perfect little princess?” You grumbled and earned a chuckle from him, which was weird because most of the time, he was stoic as fuck.
“You jealous?”
“Bfft, of course not.” You haven’t felt this calm in weeks. Your head was now resting on his shoulder. You breathed in and closed your eyes. “I like this.” You whispered, and that’s when he finally looked at you, but only for a moment, before continuing to look straight ahead. God, you looked so pretty like this, moonlight illuminating your face softly. He didn’t understand why you decided to just break up with him. He considered himself a good boyfriend. Keeping his distance when he thought maybe you wanted to be alone, not showing too much affection, why would he? He knows you know he loves you. Knowing was enough. But the moment he thought about it, it clicked. Of course you ended up breaking up with him. He was surprised you put up with his emotional and physical distance for so long.
He missed you so much. And he was a little bit disappointed that he hadn’t realized this sooner. Because if he had, you would still be together, you wouldn’t think he had an interest in Hiyori, and he wouldn’t hear that you wanted to forget him with another guy that would fall for your schemes. And he wouldn’t admit it to you, but it worked, just not in the way you expected. He would hear from Robin and Nami, your newest conquest, making his blood boil, but he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. You weren’t his. So he just stayed away. It doesn’t mean he was just really close to breaking.
You felt him stop, and that’s when you opened your eyes. You were in front of his room.
“Ahmm. Thanks, but I think it would be best if I go to MY room.” He put you on the floor, but quickly grabbed you by your waist after you stumbled.
“Yeah, I think not.” His strong hold prevent you from running away, and you whimper. You hoped he didn’t listen, but he did and decided it was best to ignore it if he didn’t want you to run away.
“And what, stay here with you?” You joked and started to laugh, but quickly stopped when you saw his serious demeanor. He didn’t answer. He just opened the door and, with a swift move, carried you by the legs.
“Zoro, what the f- PUT ME DOWN!” You started to kick and punch him, not really hurting him. He thought he was being hit by a kitten. A really cute but hard to handle one. He laughed. And you froze, letting him put you down with delicacy. It was so rare to hear him laugh, but god, how you loved the sound.
“There. Happy?” You mumbled a small thanks and started to look everywhere but at him. He sat down on the edge of his bed, while grabbing both of your hands and bringing you closer.
You don’t know what took over you, but your hands went straight to his hair and started to play with it.
“So you brought me here to…?” You questioned him while your hands were roaming all over his hair and neck.
“I just want to be with you.” You quirked an eyebrow, feeling some kind of pride and relief after hearing him.
“So you want me for sex?” Where did this sudden confidence come from? He slid his arms around your waist, bringing you as close as possible.
“I’m not fucking you.” He could see your disappointment. “Not while you’re drunk.” He looked up at you, and you looked down at him, making your knees weak at the sight. His eyes were screaming two things: need and lust.
“Ah.”
“However, I can still make you feel good…” His hands started to untie your belt and open your yukata, showing that you were only wearing your underwear. He smirked. You didn’t cover yourself. Alcohol giving you the confidence you wouldn’t have if you were sober. You kept your yukata on.
He started to leave wet kisses on your abdomen, making your breathing hitch. With every kiss, he was leaving, you could feel a rush of excitement go directly to your core.
“So you're only teasing?” You asked while one of your hands grabbed him by his hair, stopping his actions, so you could straddle his lap.
“I wouldn’t do that to my girl.” The possessive adjective made your stomach jump.
“Yeah?” You fully sat down on his crotch, and just moved your hips once over his hard cock. You heard him swear.
“Let me make you feel good.” He said while sucking hickeys on your neck. You only nodded, too drunk, but this time on him.
His left hand went straight to your core, moving your panties to the side, middle finger slowly moving over your pussy, smearing your juices all over.
“Zo-“ You moaned his name in his ear. His left arm went around your waist to help you steady yourself.
“Mhm?” His finger was now flicking your clit so painfully slow, giving you pleasure, but not enough to start building your release.
“Shit, please.” You whimpered.
“What? Just say it, baby. I promise your wish is my command.” He could feel you getting wetter with every circle around your clit.
“Make me cum, pleeaseee.” You sounded so pathetic, but so sweet.
“With only one condition.” He stopped, and you groan in complaint. “You are never leaving me ever again. Got it?” You quickly nodded, not really sure if it was because you actually wanted to get back with him or if you were too worked up that you would do anything to get your release. “Say. It.”
“I won’t ever leave you, Zoro. Just- fuck,” his finger started to move in circles in your entrance, teasing you, never really going in, “please make me cum. I’ll do anything you want.” Zoro smiled, and without any warning, two of his fingers went in while the palm of his hand started to move in circles over your clit.
“Fuuuuck.” Zoro was astonished. “Shit, don’t stop.” You were never this vocal, always trying your best to keep it down. He has to admit he was grateful you were drunk, because he was damn sure it was the alcohol inhibiting your senses.
His thumb was now playing with your clit while his other 2 fingers were still fucking you good. You grabbed his shoulders strongly for some kind of balance. Your knuckles started to become white. Every movement was slowly building up your orgasm. You needed it so bad. And Zoro could tell too. Your cries and whimpers were what he needed to know he was doing a really great job. He could hear how wet you were. Wet noises were filling his ears. God, he could even smell your scent.
“I’m-,” you cleared your throat, “closse.” He could tell. You were now panting, breathing too erratically. Your hole was squeezing his fingers so good that he wished it was his cock inside you, making you feel this good.
“It’s ok, baby, come around my fingers. You deserve it.” His fingers continued with the same movement, pressing his thumb to your clit, while still moving it in circles.
“Shiiit, Zo. D-on’t stopp.” You were now slurring your words, and it only took some other movements for you to finally cum. You could feel the pleasure running all over your body, head heavy. You were panting.
Zoro didn’t dare to move, not wanting to overstimulate you, and he could feel your clit throbbing against his thumb. Alcohol plus an orgasm was a deadly combination, mostly because he could tell you tried your best not to move. You were dizzy, but so happy at the same time.
He slowly moved his fingers out of you and his hand away from your core. He cleaned his hand on your clothes.
“Hey!” You protested.
“Is not like you are gonna need it anyway.” He took the yukata off of you, and you shivered. The air wasn’t as warm as it was earlier. He hugged you after you were only left with your underwear. His hands started to caress your back, trying to warm your body up.
“I won’t let you leave me. Ok?” You smiled and only nodded. God, you were so happy. And you didn’t know who to thank. Sanji, or all the alcohol that allowed you to be reckless. Maybe both.
SUMMARY: Sometimes getting drunk while celebrating with your crew, while your ex was there, was a really, really bad idea. But you were drunk, so how bad can it actually be?
GENRE: Smut. Tiny bit of fluff and angst.
WARNINGS: Ex to lovers, reader being obnoxious, heavy drinking, minor spoilers for the end of Wano, sexual activities while being drunk (no penetration)
WORD COUNT: 2.3k words
You were never the type of girl to get drunk and drown your heartbreaks in alcohol. But you just freed a country from an emperor, so you thought one night (more like a week) of bad decisions was worth it.
Everyone was excited, basically, for a week, the country of Wano celebrated non-stop, a week where you realized that your ex had a new love interest (at least in your eyes, that was it). But could you really blame the princess of Wano for falling for him? Strong, big, reckless, and brave. And unfortunately, you hated every single time you saw them together. Even if it was only speaking, you felt an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach.
But why? You were the one who ended things. You were the one who was tired of the emotionless relationship you had with Zoro. He was free to be with whomever he wanted, just not in front of you. And it was ok! At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself when you knew damn well that you wanted to die.
The girls, however, were worried sick. Because, well, yes, they would even drink if they feel like it, get a little loose, but not every single night. Your excuse of “we deserve having a little bit of fun before returning to the real world, where we are going to be chased” was starting to get old. But they didn’t know how to help you. Well, they actually did know. Call Zoro for help, but they were sure that you would either hit him or completely ignore him.
What was even worse was the fact that you tried to forget Zoro with other guys. Kid, Killer, even tried with Law, but nothing would help you forget about Zoro just a little. An annoying voice that sounded a lot like his was always in the back of your mind, reminding you they just weren’t him. They couldn’t and wouldn’t make you feel as good and loved as he did.
And that’s how you found yourself, sitting on Sanji’s legs, playing with his hair while Zoro was looking attentively at your actions, ignoring Hiyori who was by his left side. Poor Sanji, he wasn’t dumb. He knew you wanted to make Zoro jealous, and he would take every single opportunity to mess with him, even if it meant being used by a gorgeous woman.
“Liking that?” He asked while you chugged another bottle. You nodded at the blonde after putting the bottle down, a little bit too tipsy for your own good.
“Yup!”
“You will get alcohol poisoning if you keep drinking like that.” You could tell he was worried.
“But this is our last night here ‘Ji, don’t you just wanna have some fun?” Your hand that was previously playing with his hair was now caressing his ear, making him shiver in response. He shook his head. You were playing a dangerous game that would cost him if he continued indulging.
“I do, but I also want you to be alive after this week.” He stopped your hand and put it in your lap. Even if he was enjoying the physical contact, he didn’t want you to regret anything tomorrow, knowing fully well he wasn’t the one you actually wanted.
Zoro, on the other hand, felt like he could break the cook’s bones at any moment, because even if he could tell he was restraining himself, he still saw the way one of Sanji’s hands was grabbing your hips, the way his eyes would close whenever you said something in his ear, and the way Sanji would lick his lips whenever he saw yours. However, he was grateful, because knowing Sanji, he would’ve already taken you to another room where he could have some privacy with you, but he hasn’t.
And the image of you leaving with Sanji was enough for Zoro to stand up, completely ignoring Hiyori’s complaints, and make his way to you. When Sanji saw him, he was kinda glad he was finally doing something after the week you just gone through.
He stood up and carried you in bridal style, ready to hand you over to Zoro to fix whatever situation you needed to. You were about to complain when you smell him. Zoro.
“Just don’t make this worse, mosshead.” Zoro was now leaving with you in his arms. The chatty version of yourself that was with Sanji completely disappeared. You didn’t have the energy to throw a tantrum. Heart too heavy to even react.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” He asked without looking directly at you as he exited the room you were in. The chill breeze of the night made you tremble, making Zoro move you closer to his chest.
“I hate you.” You said, but not in a mean way, more in a playful manner.
“Bet you do.”
“I hate you and your-“ Hiccup! “big body-” Hiccup! “and your stupid handsome face.” Hiccup!
“God, how much did you drink?”
“Dunno.” You pouted. This was the first time the two of you were alone in sooooo long. And you would hate to admit it, but your whole body was on fire. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that you were well aware of his hands in your body, but you could feel his presence in your soul.
You stayed in silence, wondering where he was taking you, when you decided to break the silence.
“Shouldn’t you be with your perfect little princess?” You grumbled and earned a chuckle from him, which was weird because most of the time, he was stoic as fuck.
“You jealous?”
“Bfft, of course not.” You haven’t felt this calm in weeks. Your head was now resting on his shoulder. You breathed in and closed your eyes. “I like this.” You whispered, and that’s when he finally looked at you, but only for a moment, before continuing to look straight ahead.
God, you looked so pretty like this, moonlight illuminating your face softly. He didn’t understand why you decided to just break up with him. He considered himself a good boyfriend. Keeping his distance when he thought maybe you wanted to be alone, not showing too much affection, why would he? He knows you know he loves you. Knowing was enough. But the moment he thought about it, it clicked. Of course you ended up breaking up with him. He was surprised you put up with his emotional and physical distance for so long.
He missed you so much. And he was a little bit disappointed that he hadn’t realized this sooner. Because if he had, you would still be together, you wouldn’t think he had an interest in Hiyori, and he wouldn’t hear that you wanted to forget him with another guy that would fall for your schemes. And he wouldn’t admit it to you, but it worked, just not in the way you expected. He would hear from Robin and Nami, your newest conquest, making his blood boil, but he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. You weren’t his. So he just stayed away. It doesn’t mean he wasn't really close to breaking.
You felt him stop, and that’s when you opened your eyes. You were in front of his room.
“Ahmm. Thanks, but I think it would be best if I go to MY room.” He put you on the floor, but quickly grabbed you by your waist after you stumbled.
“Yeah, I think not.” His strong hold prevent you from running away, and you whimpered. You hoped he didn’t listen, but he did and decided it was best to ignore it if he didn’t want you to run away.
“And what, stay here with you?” You joked and started to laugh, but quickly stopped when you saw his serious demeanor. He didn’t answer. He just opened the door and, with a swift move, carried you by the legs.
“Zoro, what the f- PUT ME DOWN!” You started to kick and punch him, not really hurting him. He thought he was being hit by a kitten. A really cute but hard to handle one. He laughed. And you froze, letting him put you down with delicacy. It was so rare to hear him laugh, but god, how you loved the sound.
“There. Happy?” You mumbled a small thanks and started to look everywhere but at him. He sat down on the edge of his bed, while grabbing both of your hands and bringing you closer.
You don’t know what took over you, but your hands went straight to his hair and started to play with it.
“So you brought me here to…?” You questioned him while your hands were roaming all over his hair and neck.
“I just want to be with you.” You quirked an eyebrow, feeling some kind of pride and relief after hearing him.
“So you want me for sex?” Where did this sudden confidence come from? He slid his arms around your waist, bringing you as close as possible.
“I’m not fucking you.” He could see your disappointment. “Not while you’re drunk.” He looked up at you, and you looked down at him, making your knees weak at the sight. His eyes were screaming two things: need and lust.
“Ah.”
“However, I can still make you feel good…” His hands started to untie your belt and open your yukata, showing that you were only wearing your underwear. He smirked. You didn’t cover yourself. Alcohol giving you the confidence you wouldn’t have if you were sober. You kept your yukata on.
He started to leave wet kisses on your abdomen, making your breathing hitch. With every kiss he was leaving, you could feel a rush of excitement go directly to your core.
“So you're only teasing?” You asked while one of your hands grabbed him by his hair, stopping his actions, so you could straddle his lap.
“I wouldn’t do that to my girl.” The possessive adjective made your stomach jump.
“Yeah?” You fully sat down on his crotch, and just moved your hips once over his hard cock. You heard him swear.
“Let me make you feel good.” He said while sucking hickeys on your neck. You only nodded, too drunk, but this time on him.
His left hand went straight to your core, moving your panties to the side, middle finger slowly moving over your pussy, smearing your juices all over.
“Zo-“ You moaned his name in his ear. His left arm went around your waist to help you steady yourself.
“Mhm?” His finger was now flicking your clit so painfully slow, giving you pleasure, but not enough to start building your release.
“Shit, please.” You whimpered.
“What? Just say it, baby. I promise your wish is my command.” He could feel you getting wetter with every circle around your clit.
“Make me cum, pleeaseee.” You sounded so pathetic, but so sweet.
“With only one condition.” He stopped, and you groan in complaint. “You are never leaving me ever again. Got it?” You quickly nodded, not really sure if it was because you actually wanted to get back with him or if you were too worked up that you would do anything to get your release. “Say. It.”
“I won’t ever leave you, Zoro. Just- fuck,” his finger started to move in circles in your entrance, teasing you, never really going in, “please make me cum. I’ll do anything you want.” Zoro smiled, and without any warning, two of his fingers went in while the palm of his hand started to move in circles over your clit.
“Fuuuuck.” Zoro was astonished. “Shit, don’t stop.” You were never this vocal, always trying your best to keep it down. He has to admit he was grateful you were drunk, because he was damn sure it was the alcohol inhibiting your senses.
His thumb was now playing with your clit while his other 2 fingers were still fucking you good. You grabbed his shoulders strongly for some kind of balance. Your knuckles started to become white. Every movement was slowly building up your orgasm. You needed it so bad. And Zoro could tell too. Your cries and whimpers were what he needed to know he was doing a really great job. He could hear how wet you were. Wet noises were filling his ears. God, he could even smell your scent.
“I’m-,” you cleared your throat, “closse.” He could tell. You were now panting, breathing too erratically. Your hole was squeezing his fingers so good that he wished it was his cock inside you, making you feel this good.
“It’s ok, baby, come around my fingers. You deserve it.” His fingers continued with the same movement, pressing his thumb to your clit, while still moving it in circles.
“Shiiit, Zo. D-on’t stopp.” You were now slurring your words, and it only took some other movements for you to finally cum. You could feel the pleasure running all over your body, head heavy. You were panting.
Zoro didn’t dare to move, not wanting to overstimulate you, and he could feel your clit throbbing against his thumb. Alcohol plus an orgasm was a deadly combination, mostly because he could tell you tried your best not to move. You were dizzy, but so happy at the same time.
He slowly moved his fingers out of you and his hand away from your core. He cleaned his hand on your clothes.
“Hey!” You protested.
“Is not like you are gonna need it anyway.” He took the yukata off of you, and you shivered. The air wasn’t as warm as it was earlier. He hugged you after you were only left with your underwear. His hands started to caress your back, trying to warm your body up.
“I won’t let you leave me. Ok?” You smiled and only nodded. God, you were so happy. And you didn’t know who to thank. Sanji, or all the alcohol that allowed you to be reckless. Maybe both.
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Luffy at first didn’t understand why you always ended up doing whatever he wanted
Yeah, at first, he just thought it was because you loved him so much and would do anything since you were his girlfriend. However, the more he thought about it, the more he realized you would only fold if he did one thing: give you puppy eyes.
He didn’t make it on purpose, really. He was just really expressive, and well, it just happened that if he was disappointed, he would pout, and for a reason, his eyes would make that sad expression, that you soon realized would make your heart crumble in a million pieces.
Really, he wasn’t doing it on purpose… at first.
It all started when you were in a random town, Luffy being Luffy, wanted to explore, not caring one bit to be recognized, and you being you, tried your best to keep him in line. In the end, you were always by his side, so you knew you were the one making sure he didn't get in trouble.
Luffy was trying his best to be calm (try being the keyword here, since that would only last for the first 20 minutes before he started to get impatient), so when he heard you say “Stop it” in a serious way, he would completely stop in his tracks and turn around to look at you with those eyes. God, he looked so cute and heartbroken… So you gave in. He promised not to get in trouble, but he really wanted to go and explore everything before all of you had to return to the Sunny.
You knew that the best option was to let him do whatever he wanted with you, only supervising from afar.
He was surprised you gave in, but didn’t think it was because of the way he looked at you, though. He just thought you were such an incredible and thoughtful girlfriend who only wanted him to be happy! Which was partially true.
The second time you gave in was at dinner.
Sanji made one rule, knowing his captain, don’t take others' food. That’s it. He would prepare whatever Luffy wanted, but don’t grab anyone’s food.
The thing is, this time the Sunny really needed to make a quick stop to charge up on supplies, and you were going to, but that was until the next morning, as for now, Sanji really tried his best to explain to Luffy that just for tonight, he would only have 1 plate. And that he must not take anyone’s food at all, or he wouldn’t cook extra for him for a week.
At dinner time, Luffy was the first to finish, and he really, really tried his best to remember what Sanji told him, but of course, he was Luffy. He needed a lot of food, so after eating his food like a starved man, his stomach still rumbled.
You turned to look at him, and there it was, that face once again. He looks at your half-finished plate and then at you, repeating the cycle over and over again. You stopped looking at him, returned your attention to the conversation that was happening between the girls and you a few moments ago, and really tried to ignore the fact that your boyfriend was salivating at the sight of your unfinished plate. But you were so weak for him, and you couldn’t shake his expression from your mind that you ended up moving your plate to his side.
You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his smile.
The 3rd time Luffy got away with his actions was when he was eating you out. If there was something that Luffy enjoyed more than eating Sanji’s food, it was eating your pussy until you were barely conscious. You just tasted so sweet, not even the best dessert in the world could compare with you.
“Shit, wait, Luffy.” You could feel your heart wanting to burst out of your chest. Body too tense from the past orgasms, but still screaming for more. You tried several times now to move him away, grabbing him by his hair, only for him to groan and continue to slurp your juices, sucking your swollen clit.
“One more, I promise.” He could feel your clit pulsing in his tongue.
“Luff, really, I can’t.” He stopped just for a moment and looked at you.
Puppy eyes, a pout, his mouth, chin, and part of his nose glistening with a mix of saliva and your cum. He looked so innocent but so dirty at the same time. Your hole clenched around nothing, craving for one more release. “Fuck.” You thought. He had you in the palm of his hand. And you, for one last time, caved in. You didn’t say anything, you just moved his face to your core and let him continue. They say three times’ a charm, and that’s when it hit for him. You always folded when you looked at him. You always ended up doing whatever he wanted once you saw his face. He smiled while still sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue.
You were getting close again. He could feel you pulsing around nothing, tugging his hair, not really sure if you wanted to push him away or wanted him closer, if that was even possible.
Your legs started to close around his head, but before you could suffocate him, he grabbed both of your legs, parting them, giving him better access to your clit.
Your breathing started to become erratic, and with one swift lick, you felt yourself cumming in his mouth once again.
“Shhgg-” you choked out. Luffy could taste your cum in his tongue and started to give you kitten licks, wanting to taste your sweet juices. That’s when you gathered all your energy and pushed him away. You felt like exploding, and you weren’t sure if you could handle any more orgasms.
“Stop, stop. I can’t.” Luffy licked his lips and smiled.
“But I don’t want to stop. Please.” You looked at him in disbelief. He was going to be the death of you.
“Luffy I really can’t, I’m…” And once again those damn eyes. He slowly made his way in front of you and grabbed both of your cheeks.
“Just one more, please, but this time around my cock.” You looked into his eyes… How can you say no to him?
Luffy at first didn’t understand why you always ended up doing whatever he wanted
Yeah, at first, he just thought it was because you loved him so much and would do anything since you were his girlfriend. However, the more he thought about it, the more he realized you would only fold if he did one thing: give you puppy eyes.
He didn’t make it on purpose, really. He was just really expressive, and well, it just happened that if he was disappointed, he would pout, and for a reason, his eyes would make that sad expression, that you soon realized would make your heart crumble in a million pieces.
Really, he wasn’t doing it on purpose… at first.
It all started when you were in a random town, Luffy being Luffy, wanted to explore, not caring one bit to be recognized, and you being you, tried your best to keep him in line. In the end, you were always by his side, so you knew you were the one making sure he didn't get in trouble.
Luffy was trying his best to be calm (try being the keyword here, since that would only last for the first 20 minutes before he started to get impatient), so when he heard you say “Stop it” in a serious way, he would completely stop in his tracks and turn around to look at you with those eyes. God, he looked so cute and heartbroken… So you gave in. He promised not to get in trouble, but he really wanted to go and explore everything before all of you had to return to the Sunny.
You knew that the best option was to let him do whatever he wanted with you, only supervising from afar.
He was surprised you gave in, but didn’t think it was because of the way he looked at you, though. He just thought you were such an incredible and thoughtful girlfriend who only wanted him to be happy! Which was partially true.
The second time you gave in was at dinner.
Sanji made one rule, knowing his captain, don’t take others' food. That’s it. He would prepare whatever Luffy wanted, but don’t grab anyone’s food.
The thing is, this time the Sunny really needed to make a quick stop to charge up on supplies, and you were going to, but that was until the next morning, as for now, Sanji really tried his best to explain to Luffy that just for tonight, he would only have 1 plate. And that he must not take anyone’s food at all, or he wouldn’t cook extra for him for a week.
At dinner time, Luffy was the first to finish, and he really, really tried his best to remember what Sanji told him, but of course, he was Luffy. He needed a lot of food, so after eating his food like a starved man, his stomach still rumbled.
You turned to look at him, and there it was, that face once again. He looks at your half-finished plate and then at you, repeating the cycle over and over again. You stopped looking at him, returned your attention to the conversation that was happening between the girls and you a few moments ago, and really tried to ignore the fact that your boyfriend was salivating at the sight of your unfinished plate. But you were so weak for him, and you couldn’t shake his expression from your mind that you ended up moving your plate to his side.
You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his smile.
The 3rd time Luffy got away with his actions was when he was eating you out. If there was something that Luffy enjoyed more than eating Sanji’s food, it was eating your pussy until you were barely conscious. You just tasted so sweet, not even the best dessert in the world could compare with you.
“Shit, wait, Luffy.” You could feel your heart wanting to burst out of your chest. Body too tense from the past orgasms, but still screaming for more. You tried several times now to move him away, grabbing him by his hair, only for him to groan and continue to slurp your juices, sucking your swollen clit.
“One more, I promise.” He could feel your clit pulsing in his tongue.
“Luff, really, I can’t.” He stopped just for a moment and looked at you.
Puppy eyes, a pout, his mouth, chin, and part of his nose glistening with a mix of saliva and your cum. He looked so innocent but so dirty at the same time. Your hole clenched around nothing, craving for one more release. “Fuck.” You thought. He had you in the palm of his hand. And you, for one last time, caved in. You didn’t say anything, you just moved his face to your core and let him continue. They say three times’ a charm, and that’s when it hit for him. You always folded when you looked at him. You always ended up doing whatever he wanted once you saw his face. He smiled while still sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue.
You were getting close again. He could feel you pulsing around nothing, tugging his hair, not really sure if you wanted to push him away or wanted him closer, if that was even possible.
Your legs started to close around his head, but before you could suffocate him, he grabbed both of your legs, parting them, giving him better access to your clit.
Your breathing started to become erratic, and with one swift lick, you felt yourself cumming in his mouth once again.
“Shhgg-” you choked out. Luffy could taste your cum in his tongue and started to give you kitten licks, wanting to taste your sweet juices. That’s when you gathered all your energy and pushed him away. You felt like exploding, and you weren’t sure if you could handle any more orgasms.
“Stop, stop. I can’t.” Luffy licked his lips and smiled.
“But I don’t want to stop. Please.” You looked at him in disbelief. He was going to be the death of you.
“Luffy I really can’t, I’m…” And once again those damn eyes. He slowly made his way in front of you and grabbed both of your cheeks.
“Just one more, please, but this time around my cock.” You looked into his eyes… How can you say no to him?
Luffy is captured by a rather eager girl. Stumbling upon her slightly clumsy but kind sister. Drawn by your kindness, the two of you bond. Straw hats coming to his rescue, yet it appears they aren’t the only one’s. Opposite sides joining forces for a chance of escape.
hold on | @ggclarissa
in which you explore little garden with luffy and somehow end up riding a dinosaur together.
Monkey D. Luffy x female reader | @cgnab
Attention | @buckyswishlist
Luffy just wants your attention, and the one thing he might like eating more than food, is you.
When Did You Get Hot? | @reinerismwrld
Luffy was Luffy. Your dear captain, always so reliable, but ever since you left Wano, you realized he is actually really good-looking. One question kept going around your mind: when did Luffy get hot?
Shiny Souvenirs | @latanyalove
Luffy brings you different souvenirs from an island while you were sick on the ship and doesn’t realise he courting you
THE SUN LOVES THE SEA | @lawfem
“Hiding your devil fruit from everyone is the only rule. Unless it’s your crush.”
Tell Me | @hanscheesecakeuh
Hiding a severe injury on Drum Island, the reader collapses while trying to find a doctor for Nami. An upset Luffy later confronts them, revealing that his dream of becoming Pirate King is impossible without them by his side.
Salty Tears | @candlewaxletters
forwards, beckon, rebound | @callmerainmann
You, an ex-headhunter and new member of the Straw Hat Pirates, are dealing with changes. Your past haunts you to the point of sickness, but your captain Monkey D. Luffy is determined to show you the same kindness he sees in your eyes. And that you deserve to be loved.
clueless | @grandline-fics
You’re just as clueless as Luffy and the crew have to intervene to make you both realise your feelings
Yearning captain | @allthestarshaveareason
the reader finds her captain crying at the beach while searching for the others. Little did she know seeing him cry did something to her that she no longer could suppress…
luffy's always kissing you | @mizu-luffi
Bachata | @fanaticsnail
you can talk to me, but you already know | @mydearlybeloathed
a mission to recover your prized research from your greedy ex-employer goes awry when you, the crew's pacifist, decide to join the fight in the name of saving your beloved captain. when you awake from your near-mortal injuries, luffy demands to know why you put yourself in danger, and you're not sure you can answer him.
A secret | @missmugiwara
What happens when you tell the captain a secret? Turns out, it makes him really happy! And he only wants more.
i should really finish what i start… but that’s where you beautiful people will help me.
the reason why i haven’t posted anything is this: i just write something and an idea comes and i start another one and just forget to finish the first one.
so i really need your help this time. which one would you like first? i will be posting them in order (the one with the most votes first, and so on)
btw some of these have evolved and may have a different summary than what’s displayed, as mentioned before i just tend to jump between them and change things 😅
romaincrisis
theartofmadeline
origamiaround
2087
germansingergirl
areudirty
dededos