a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day again! Decided to do a part two since it’s the year anniversary of this post. I’m sorry I didn’t get around to adding a fifth character, I’ll add more next time! Hope you all enjoy and feel extra loved today <3
featuring: Luffy, Kid, Killer, Smoker x gn!reader
warnings: extra soft smooches sweeter than flowers and boxed chocolates!
❥ LUFFY is antsy before you, visibly jittery and holding himself back as he worries his lip between his teeth and nods at every other word you say though you know none of what you’re telling him is sticking. As you remind him to focus, you’re met with his pouty features as he inches closer, “I’m sorry, I just really want to kiss you right now.” You’re hardly shocked by his candor, fighting back a smile as you entertain him with a quick peck to his lips then resuming your warnings of how he’d better be on his best behavior at this island the Sunny is docking at. He’s nodding again, a rapt smile on his face as his eyes are solely focused on the movements of your lips. Many calls of his names pass through, but they hardly register as he begins to gravitate towards your lips once more, until you stop him with both hands squishing his soft cheeks, “Luffy, you’re not focusing.” He blinks innocently, “One more to focus?” You sigh, “One more and that’s it.” He nods, frantically pulling you into him for a much needed prolonged kiss. You can feel his body relax against you as he savors your taste, nearly too greedy to let go. When he finally does, you find yourself a little weak in the knees, fumbling over your thoughts as he grins with a cheeky, “Go on.”
❥ KID sneers at you as you hold his jaw in your hand, applying his lipstick with childlike wonder. This situation would normally call for some teasing or a little flirting towards your obvious admiration of his lips, but he honestly feels a little shy by this intimate exchange. If he’d known agreeing to your help in putting on his lipstick would leave him melting under your touch, cheeks and neck flushed a painfully obvious red, he would have been less inclined to do so. Kid keeps his eyes on you when your thumb wipes at stray marks, fighting the urge to combust at the sight of your tongue poking out adorably. When you step back, he’s relieved for a chance to breathe again, but it’s short lived as you suddenly throw your arms around his neck and crash your lips against his. You pull away after a moment to sprinkle a few kisses all over his face, smiling wide and giggling when you notice the kiss marks decorating his heated skin. He takes a quick peek in the mirror to survey the damage, scoffing when he turns back to you, “Damn brat, let’s see how you like it.” Kid chases after you, wrapping around you tightly and planting exaggerated, messy kisses all over your face as payback. The way you laugh and wriggle in his hold while he kisses you repeatedly is one of the many moments that has him falling for you all over again, now looking forward to the next time you help with his lipstick, “You’re real lucky you’re cute, sweetheart.”
❥ KILLER holds his chin in his hand and smiles dreamily as he watches you rummage around in the kitchen, giving the ship’s head cook a little break as you prepare the two of you a special breakfast, being sure to include tips and tricks you learned from your many observations by serving as sous chef. You flutter about, shifting between pans and bowls and plates while Killer can only watch with boundless adoration, basking in the domesticated bliss as he sits patiently at the dining table and laughs quietly to himself when you deny his assistance for the third time. He wonders if you’re aware of just how love-struck he is for you, wanting to keep you just like this forever as you hum and tap to your own tune while cooking. As with every morning shared with you, he thinks of the future, this time no longer terrified that with every single possible outcome, one thing remains the same — you and him. He wants to tell you that your name and forever are synonymous, intertwined, destined to be if he had anything to say about it. But Killer settles with a tilt of his chin as he motions you closer when you set his plate, leaning his head back to stare up at you from his seated position, then reaching up to pull your face gently down to his level before sealing your lips together. It’s a brief exchange, but one that holds substantial meaning. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips, though those three words are only placeholders for what he truly means.
❥ SMOKER is exhausted, eyes fallen heavy as he’s fast asleep on the couch while waiting on you. When you call out to him and silence is the only response, you sneak in quietly, finding it impossible to avoid admiring him in this state. His features, normally gruff and serious, are peaceful. His brows are relaxed, mouth normally gripping harshly at the head of two cigars at a time is parted as deep breaths escape from his steadily rising and falling chest. You’d never use this word for him out loud (at least within earshot), but he simply looked adorable. You’d carry him to bed as he’s done you so effortlessly countless of times if you could. Instead, you stroll over to gently shake him awake, but your hand doesn’t land on his shoulder, it softly caresses his cheek. You hadn’t known when you leaned in so close, suddenly becoming aware of his breath fanning your lips, until you find yourself placing a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth. As you try to pull away, a tug at your waist making you crash into him startles you. “Where do you think you’re going?” Smoker mumbles, sleep evident in his low tone, contradicting his conscious grip. “I was just trying to wake you to come to bed.” He hums, staring at you with one half-opened eye and pulling you into him tighter, “I think I need another kiss to help me get up.” You easily oblige, lips finding his as wide grins are exchanged between sleepy kisses.
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Sam wakes easily for once. No sudden jolt or gasp, no lurching up in bed; he doesn’t even remember dreaming. He blinks awake, pleasantly drowsy, and lies still, drinking in the quiet and calm. He’s lying on his side, arms curled around the pillow his head rests on, and it’s only as he stretches and half-rolls, half-flops onto his back that he realizes the bed isn’t empty.
His shoulder hits someone’s thigh, and Sam finds himself staring at the underside of Castiel’s jaw a moment before the angel glances down at him. “Good morning, Sam,” he says, and then returns his attention to the TV.
“Cas?” He shifts so he’s not lying half on the angel’s leg—debates scrambling to sit up for a moment, but he’s still sore from yesterday’s hunt and disinclined to leave the warmth the blankets have swaddled him in. He rubs at an eye with the heel of his hand, fighting a yawn. “You’re… still here.”
That’s right: Cas had joined him for an Unsolved Mysteries marathon. Sam must have fallen asleep midway. He hums in the back of his throat, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. He might just nod off again; he’s certainly comfortable enough.
The rumble of Cas’ voice rouses him. “Humans are very messy things,” he says. Sam huffs a laugh.
“How many years hanging around me and Dean, and you’re just getting this now?” He drapes an arm over his face.
“Point taken.” He reaches for the controller, pausing the show. A forensic scientist freezes mid-interview. “I take it you slept well?”
“Yeah, I did, actually.” Sam pauses, then lifts his arm to peer at Cas. “You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that, would you?”
He gets the distinct impression that Cas is preening, despite the fact that there’s not much to indicate it. But years of being around the angel, Sam likes to think he’s learned a thing or two about reading him: Cas sits a little straighter, his shoulders pushing back, chin moving up. Proud? “You needed the rest,” he says.
He can’t help the smile he gives then, though he tries to hide it. “Aw, buddy, you didn’t have to do that. Thank you, though.” He feels good, he realizes—well rested. A novelty in itself. When was the last time he slept without dreaming, without waking up in a sweat, convinced he wasn’t alone? He’s not really sure.
Cas says something quietly that Sam misses.
“What?”
“I did,” he repeats, louder. “However I can help, Sam, I want to.” He stares at Sam intently, his brow furrowed, eyes flicking over Sam’s face.
Sam wonders what he sees and finds he finds he doesn’t really want to know. He smiles tightly and pushes himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and stretching for the ceiling. “Tell you what,” he says over his shoulder. “Dean’s probably still knocked out; you can help surprise him by helping me not burn his bacon for breakfast.” He twists to look back at Cas with a wide smile. “Sound good?”
Cas studies him for a long, silent moment—but whatever it is he sees, he doesn’t comment on. He nods. “Sounds good.”
warnings: nsfw. 18+ content. female reader. lots of pet names. roleplaying. allusions to cheating (but no actual cheating). married life. alcohol use. cigarette smoking. fingering. squirting. dirty talk. use of ‘slut’ once. public sex. sorta tipsy sex. wall sex. slight exhibitionism. penetrative sex. unprotected sex. kinda rough sex. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. slight dumbification. some dom!sanji/sub!reader dynamics. creampie. soft ending <3 / / 2.9k words
Of all the people in the bar, the charming blonde’s gaze is solely on you.
He’s absolutely shameless in the way his visible blue eye outlines your frame, carefully ridding you of your clothes in his lust-filled headspace and blatantly eye-fucking you in the midst of the bustling bar. Your skin is hot to the touch under his stare as a tingling electricity courses through your pulsing veins straight to the warmth beginning to spread between your thighs. To be desired so brazenly, aching to know just what he fantasizes doing to you, is undeniably exhilarating and far more intoxicating than the alcohol in your system.
The bartender replacing your empty glass with a full one in front of you tethers you back to your place seated at the bar. Looking up, your face twists in brief confusion as you don’t recall ordering another drink, but when the bartender tilts their head towards the blonde ogler located in your peripheral, you fight back a smile.
“Careful there. He’s a pirate, and married.” The bartender warns in a hushed tone with their back turned to said married pirate, much to his annoyance.
You exhale a sharp laugh and your eyes flicker over to see his expression fully, now smiling wide as you notice the furrow of his curled brow and scowling lips. Flames nearly engulf his eyes as the bartender is leaning in a little too close for his liking. Just as he begins to raise from his seat, you descend from yours.
“That’s alright,” you emphasize with a quick shot of your drink and a wiggle of your decorated ring finger, “I am too.”
Your feet feel strangely heavy as you make your way towards the booth at the corner of the bar. The eyes of a few onlookers sneak their glances as they watch with mild surprise that you are the one to make the first move. The tension is palpable, has been since the moment you two laid eyes on each other, so it is no wonder you’d caught the attention of some patrons waiting and watching with bated breaths as the scene unfolds.
Seeing you striding towards him, his previous vexations subside and a smug grin tugs at his lips. Despite the dull lighting, you notice that he is unbearably handsome up close as his ocean blue eye looks up at you while he takes a long drag of his cigarette. His cheeks hollow as he inhales deeply before pulling it away and releasing a thick cloud of smoke through pursed lips. The wispy smoke envelops you and you swear you would drink it straight from his mouth if he offered. Patting at the space next to him, he invites you in.
“Seat’s all yours, gorgeous.”
Your spine tingles, nearly debilitating as you sink down into the worn cushions of the booth. A collective sigh is felt amongst the bar crowd with their attentions at last turning back to their own conversations to leave you two to yours. Though, the tension is far from subdued — only intensifying tenfold as you feel the warmth of his body so dangerously close to you when he wraps an arm around the back of your seat. You fiddle with your clothes as you’re unable to look at him, feeling uncharacteristically nervous now that you’re occupying the same space and breathing the same hazy air.
His light chuckle next to you catches you off guard as he leans forward to discard his cigarette with a twist into the glass ashtray.
“You can scoot a little closer, you know. I don’t bite,” his grin widens, mischievous as his knee inches closer to graze against yours under the table, “Unless you ask nicely.”
A spark catches flame at the intimate contact of his clothed knee against your bare one, quickly spreading into an uncontrollable wildfire as the sudden urge to feel every inch of his skin against yours makes your throat uncomfortably dry. You reach for his glass, pathetically sipping at the tiny droplets of what’s left for some form of relief. He chuckles again, waving at the bartender for another drink which you take gratefully once it’s handed to you. Though you down a bit more than you intend to, you’re thankful for it as the earthy colored liquid helps to wash away the prickly nerves. Your mind and body are now buzzing, much more relaxed, “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he smiles warmly and keeps his arm wrapped loosely around you while shifting closer. You can feel the heat of his wandering fingertips through the fabric of your clothes as they brush against your shoulder. “Gotta show these bastards that I’m the one taking you home, after all.”
You bark out a nervous laugh, “Are pirates always this forward?”
“Only when a beauty like you catches our eye,” his fingers are now gliding along the sensitive curve of your neck, “and you, my dear, are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
You inhale a sharp breath, visibly melting under his touch as you not-so-subtly crane your neck to encourage more of his sinful caresses, “Do you usually win over the ladies like this? Spoiling them with drinks and compliments?” You turn to him now, smiling as his face lights up when your eyes connect and a faint blush forms across his nose and cheeks. He exhales through his nose, calming his racing heart as his gaze catches your soft lips.
“That depends…” he mutters as he drops his stare further, the sight of your revealed thigh now capturing his attention. His large hand reaches to cover the expanse of it, nimble fingers toying at the edge of your teasingly short outfit. His touch is electrifying, shocking your senses to life as he gently kneads at your flesh. He leans in towards your ear while his hand snakes further up, hovering just over where you need his touch the most. He seems to be fully aware of the effect he has on you, smirking at the way your breath hitches in your throat as his lips and facial hair brush against your ear, asking the question he already knows the answer to: “Am I winning you over?”
Hushed talk of the scandalous sight of you, a married woman, leaving the bar with a married pirate is heard in passing as you are suddenly yanking the blonde by his arm out the doors with haste. A shit-eating grin is plastered on his face as he notices the few envious stares shooting at his speeding direction; your impatience making it painfully obvious what, or funnily enough who, is soon to come. The bar and all those prying eyes are easily forgotten, however, as the two of you can hardly make it two blocks before sneaking into an abandoned narrow alleyway tucked discreetly between some businesses that were closed for the night.
The two of you stumble in the dark with wide smiles and airy laughs shared between messy kisses. The light of a full moon peeks from above the tops of the surrounding buildings, observing your surrender to midnight desires with warm interest as it illuminates you both in a captivating pale blue. The blonde is damn near breathless at the sight of you bathed in moonlight — chest rising and falling to the tempo of your breathing, lips wet and bruised from feverish kisses, pupils blown wide with fiery passion. You don’t even try to conceal your moans as he suddenly pushes you up against the wall. The cool stucco against your skin paired with the warm buzz of alcohol in your system leaves you dizzy under his ministrations, unable to keep track of his exploratory lips, tongue, and hands. He’s all over you, laying claim so effortlessly as if already familiar with your body inside and out.
“Shit. Couldn’t wait to let me take you home properly, huh?” He coos, wrapping one of your shaky thighs around his hip to grind his straining cock against you. Your head falls back against the wall and he reaches up to secure his hand behind it, courteously cushioning you. His lips crash against yours once more as the weight of him traps you snugly between himself and the wall. You’re nearly absorbed into him as you balance on the precipice of inebriation from his cognac and tobacco flavored kisses.
As his tongue slips past your teeth to tangle with your own, his fingers crawl the skin of your thigh up and into your outfit to get a better feel of your heat that meets his eager cock so greedily when he grinds against you. A gratified moan reverberates deep within his chest and in your mouth as he’s welcomed by your soaked folds notably lacking any kind of underwear. He pulls away from your swollen lips with an almost pained grin.
“Makin’ this easy for me, angel, aren’t you?” Smearing your slick around your entrance, he sheathes his middle finger inside your gummy walls. He all but purrs as you cling around his intrusion, “Dirty girl, you wanted this, didn’t you? Sitting at the bar all pretty, waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet and fuck you senseless? Don’t worry, love, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need.”
With that, he adds another finger and begins a passionate rhythm of pumping his fingers in and out of your clenching hole. Your back arches off the wall, chest colliding with his as he easily finds that spongy spot within you that makes your entire body go white hot. You claw at his shirt for purchase, pulling him into you as you meet his fingers with enthusiastic humping, spilling your whimpers and curses into his panting mouth as his thumb reaches up to rub tight circles against your throbbing clit.
“Fuck! Fuck, I’m gonna – ” you begin, but are cut short as an intense wave of pleasure crashes over you and you cum messily all over his hand. He continues to thumb at your clit while you gush over and over, eyes rolling into the back of your head and thighs clenching from overstimulation though your hips can only chase after his touch when he finally pulls his dripping hand away.
“So messy,” he grins proudly as he pops two of his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue to collect every drip of your essence and humming in satisfaction. “Delicious. Just might get addicted to you.”
You whine pitifully, body writhing as that familiar burning ache wracks through you once more and you find yourself vehemently craving him all over again. Your hands reach down to tug desperately at his belt, “Fuck me, please.”
“Look at you, pretty baby. You just squirted all over my hand and you want more? Never expected you to be so needy,” his thumb brushes across your bottom lip and you keep your eyes on his as you stroke at with your tongue. He reaches up, pressing down onto the flat of your wet muscle with impure adoration in his eye before loosening his buttons and helping you with his belt.
He tugs his pants and underwear down to the middle of his muscular thighs before hooking his arms underneath both of your knees. His pure strength aided with the support of the wall helps to keep you lifted, leaving your pussy ready for the taking. The faint rip of your outfit as he spreads you wide open is not entirely disregarded as he offers you a coy smile of apology. His face buries into the warmth of your neck, lips trailing along your thrumming pulse line, “You sure you want to do this here? I won’t hold back, even if someone catches us.”
The thought of some stranger potentially seeing and hearing you getting fucked dumb in a dingy alleyway is only an afterthought to your raging lust. So, you answer him by reaching down to guide his length to your entrance, the both of you moaning in harmonious unison as he pushes inside to the hilt. He fits inside flawlessly, expertly crafted for your tight cunt like two humans so perfectly designed for each other. He makes a few experimental thrusts, slow, meticulous, and deep, as he acclimates to this position, attempting to find some form of comfort for you in these otherwise uncomfortable conditions. Yet, the discomfort of the unforgiving wall, freezing and jagged against your backside, and the cramped spacing which leaves you nearly crushed and suffocated by his strong build is simply addictive. You don’t care how sore you’ll undoubtedly be in the morning, all you need right now is this: his lips on your skin as his cock stretches you open in the cool midnight air.
And the stretch feels so mind numbingly good. His dick skilfully hits all the spots that has your vision going blurry while your walls flutter around him, making him moan helplessly against your damp skin. All coherent thoughts are lost. Shared pleasure is your focal point as the two of you chase after your highs in carnal fashion. The cacophony of unrestrained moans, colliding hips, and your squelching pussy resounds within the alleyway, leaving little to the imagination to any passerbys.
“Holy shit, angel. You’re squeezing around me so tight. Are you enjoying giving the town a show?” He grits through his teeth, fingers digging into the swell of your ass as you clamp around him impossibly tighter in consequence of his filthy words, “Goddamnit, you’re so good, baby. So beautiful taking my cock like this. Let everyone hear what a slut you are for me.”
He shuffles closer and you’re trapped — pinned with your knees to your chest and wide open as he takes advantage of this to abuse your cunt without restraint. You claw at any exposed skin of his accessible, panting and sobbing as his cock grazes deliciously against your convulsing walls with demonic speed and power. The aftershocks of your previous orgasm are not yet forgotten as overstimulation builds once again in your new powerless position, despite another orgasm beginning to tingle at the tips of your toes.
“Yes, Sanji, yes! Right there!” You cry out, hardly recognizing your own voice.
Something like victory paints along his features, but it disappears just as quickly as he leans in to tug at your lobe with his teeth, “Hadn’t told you my name yet, angel. But I like the way you say it. Wanna hear you scream it when I make you cum on my cock.”
He can tell that you’re close and he loves everything about it. The way your face is contorted in pleasure, nails scratching at his forearms and exposed chest as you tremble, lips quivering as they spill out whimpers of his name over and over as if it’s the only word you know. Your tells make him fuck into you even faster, harder to help you come undone, “Cum for me. Let me feel you.”
You obediently do so as with his next paralyzing thrust, you shudder violently as you release hard on his length. He babbles unintelligble praises and adorations against your skin that your fucked out brain can’t possibly process before he follows suit in releasing his load deep within your messy, throbbing cunt. He catches your lips in an impassioned embrace, something like I love you chanting endlessly off his lips as he pulls out of you. With his withdrawal, the two of you aren’t quick to give up the intimate warmth as many moments pass with lingering kisses and touches.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” He catches his breath while gently setting you down onto your feet and smoothing out your ripped outfit, “That was amazing. You were amazing.” Retrieving a spare pocket square, he gently cleans as much as he can, laughing in disbelief at just how much of a mess the two of you have made.
You manage a laugh, “Should say the same to you. I didn’t know you had it in you to talk so…dirty.”
His face glows with a full-faced blush and he rubs at the back of his head nervously, “Sorry about that. Was it too much? The s word just kind of slipped, I…”
With a lovedrunk grin, you pull him in for a reassuring kiss, “It was hot.”
“Noted,” he smiles as he chases after your lips for another.
“It’s a well-earned title, I suppose. Considering I’m a married woman fooling around in public with a married pirate.”
Your remark is intended to be banter, but he pulls your hand up to his, tenderly kissing at each knuckle and lingering at the one attached to your ring finger, “You know I didn’t mean it, right? I would never call you that and actually mean it.”
You return his affections by kissing at his own ring finger, admiring how the silver band twinkles as it catches the light, “I know, Sanji. Don’t worry.”
“Good. Now…” he scoops you into his arms as he notices your steps are a little uneven, carrying you bridal style towards the Sunny, “let’s go home and get you taken care of. I know your back is probably scratched up.”
“I wouldn’t mind returning the favor,” you tease with a wiggle of your brows.
Sanji throws his head back and a thin cloud of laughter floats towards the moon, “Really? A round two after all of that?”
You thread your fingers through his disheveled hair and sigh dreamily against his broad chest, “I think some sweet love-making with my sexy pirate husband would really make me feel better.”
“Wouldn’t want to disappoint my gorgeous wife,” he laughs as he places a chaste kiss at the top of your head, but you don’t miss the way his pace abruptly quickens once the Sunny is in sight.
a/n: hiiii this prompt has been on my mind for a while and sanji was the first one I thought of for this! wanted to get some practice writing in for him anyway since I feel like I don’t write for him nearly enough </3 I apologize if he turned out a lil ooc, this was just for fun! if this made you feel some type of way, please be sure to leave a like, spam in the comments, and/or scream your heart out in your reblog tags to let me know!
guys who choose to battle cold wintry nights by climbing on top of you and burying his warm, throbbing cock deep inside your ever warmer cunt. your velvety walls like a furnace that warms him to his very core as he simply basks in your heat, whimpering every now and then when you flutter and clench around him because god a part of him wants to move, but he doesn’t want to give up your tender fire. so he keeps his face deep in the crook of your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on any cold patch of your skin he can reach, igniting a burning heat in more places than one as he mutters a low: “fuck, baby, you’re so warm. let’s stay close like this all night.” <3
a/n: this has been heavy on my *click* noggin’ for a while now...didn’t include Sabo this time just cuz I’m already doing a make out imagine with him for the milestone celebration! I’d be happy to do this with more characters, just ask nicely 💋
featuring: Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, & Ace + f!reader
summary: privacy is hard to come by when you’re a pirate. you’re bound to get caught kissing eventually.
warnings: suggestive content ! ! !
GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH OP BOYS
✦ ZORO growls as you tug at the base of his green hair, his massive build driving you to slam you against the nearest wall. He allows you a quick second to catch your breath from the sudden force before his lips are plastered against your own once more, leaving you to whimper his name over and over. One hand falls to wrap a leg around his waist, the other to cup at your ass, strong fingers digging into the flesh as he continues to kiss you wildly. His tongue slips past your parted lips, swiping at your own before groaning a deep, “Fuck, I need you.” Just as he goes to wrap your other leg around him, pelvis pushing against you, the door opens up to reveal Franky and Robin, whistling with pride as they catch you two in the act. Zoro nearly drops you right on your ass as he fumbles over his words, “S-stupid perverts, we weren’t even doing anything!” The duo eye each other with sly grins before Brook pops up behind them, of course asking about your panties. “GET OUT!” Zoro slams the door in their faces then turns to you, face flushed from both embarrassment but also that same need from earlier, “You’ll have to be quieter this time, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
✦ SANJI digs his fingers into your waist as he pants your name in hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. You are seated on the kitchen counter, arms wrapped around his neck and legs spread wide to offer him home as his lips devour you. When he finds your waiting lips again, he starts off tender, working your lips until you’re breathing heavily into his mouth. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, a silent request, before entangling his slick muscle with yours. Your nimble fingers slide down to toy with the buttons of his shirt, his own rubbing circles on the bare skin of your waist, dangerously close to the hem of your pants. “So beautiful, angel. Can’t control myself.” As you go to respond with an encouraging “then don’t”, the kitchen door bursts open, “Hey Sanji, can I get a-AGHHH” a flustered Usopp covers his eyes as Sanji covers you. “Dude gross! That’s where you make our food!” Sanji screams at him to get out, feet already flaming up as he chases Usopp out of the kitchen. Meanwhile you fix your appearance and make yourself a snack to eat your embarrassment away.
✦ LUFFY tangles his limbs with yours, pulling you impossibly closer and chasing your lips endlessly. He smiles as you whimper against his eager lips, taking note of how your chest heaves, flush against his own. He swallows every moan, every cry from you as his tongue dances with yours, easily overcoming you as you become putty in his embrace. His hands trace the length of your body, gripping at your waist when you tug at his disheveled black locks, hands dropping down to remove his red cardigan with haste. He grinds against you, eliciting more sweet noises from your pretty lips as you claw at his now bare back, “You taste so sweet, (Name). I want more.” His lips move to your neck, sure to leave marks as he attacks your skin lovingly, but he bites down a little too hard when Chopper suddenly bursts into the room. You squeal at the sensation, and Chopper’s innocent mind can only assume the worst. “Luffy! Get off of (Name), you’re hurting her!” his tiny hooves attack at the captain, you can’t help but to laugh at the scene as Luffy struggles to remove himself from you. But it was all fun and games until Zoro and Robin found out. Now, you have to reserve your make outs for when Chopper is as far away from you two as possible.
✦ ACE tugs at your bottom lip as his hands slide under your shirt, admiring the goosebumps that litter your skin in the wake of his touch. He moans as you return the favor, taking his bottom lip between your own teeth as you rake your nails against his chest, grinding down on him beneath you. “Shit, babe, you’re amazing.” he cries out as he pulls you closer to kiss you heavily, and just as his hands are about to pull your shirt over your head, he quickly pulls the comforter over you instead as Marco makes his presence known in the doorway. You could practically feel Marco’s judgmental glare even under the weight of the comforter as you buried your head into the crook of Ace’s shoulder in embarrassment, fighting back giggles as Ace swears that you are in fact not hiding under the blanket. “We’re not having babies on this ship any time soon, so you’d better get your hormones in check before I make Izo start chaperoning you two-yoi!” Marco eventually leaves after a brief, heated chat about the reproductive system and Ace pouts when you roll away, “Come on, baby, they’re just kisses! I can control myself!” he pulls you into him and nibbles at your ear, “Not my fault if you can’t.”
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a/n: I was able to write for more characters since these are shorter :-) gonna go ahead and cover my bases and emphasize this is established relationship style so it’s not super creepy lol hope you enjoy!
summary: signs that the guys are in the mood to schedule you a dick appointment 🍆
warnings: NSFW; horny men
ZORO ➠ His tone changes when he wants you. You know how deep Zoro’s voice gets when he’s serious? Well, when he’s in the mood, it’s somehow even lower and it shakes you to your core every single time. He’s known to get a bit handsy and give you the look when he’s turned on as well, but when his register drops, and he calls your name in that sultry tone, so does your underwear.
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SANJI ➠ When Sanji wants you, he can’t keep his hands to himself, more specifically his fingers. He’ll start innocent at first, toying with your hair, then gliding them along your skin until you’re riddled with goosebumps. Then, he gets a bit braver as he traces the outline of your lips, and tugs at your clothes with a sly smirk. When those fingers start sneaking under your clothes, well, you know what comes next.
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LAW ➠ King of “the eyes”. You know Law is in the mood when those golden eyes stare at you, undressing you and eye-fucking you even from across a crowded room. He’s a tease, and will throw in a wink or two when he catches you staring right back. When he has your attention, and a lithe, tattooed finger curls in a come-hither notion, trouble is soon to follow. The good kind, of course.
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ACE ➠ When Ace is horny, everything is suddenly about lips. He can’t stop staring at yours and he also can’t help but to bite his own when you look at him so sweetly. He also gets extra smiley around you, but when you’re not quite catching on, they turn into devious smirks that reveal his true nature and as soon as he gets you alone, those lips are never going to leave your skin.
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SABO ➠ He’s not as innocent as he looks, and you know this because when he’s in the mood, he’ll make sure you feel it. He’ll come up behind you, or pull you into his lap to feel how hard he is for you and offer you a mischievous look that begs the question, “Wanna help me out with this?” because he’s a demon and does not shy away from needing you.
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KID ➠ If he’s in the mood, he’s going to straight up tell you. Doesn’t matter where you are, who you’re around, or what time of day it is, he will voice his desires shamelessly. Or he’ll just take your hand and place it on his hardened member to feel him and will proceed to explicitly tell you what he wants to do to you. He has zero shame, especially when he wants you that badly. Which is damn near 24/7, bless your soul.
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KILLER ➠ Since the mask prevents any facial cues, Killer reveals his need for you through physical touch. Suddenly, he’s finding any excuse to put his hands on you. When those rough, calloused hands trace over your curves and linger in dangerous places, he leans in close and whispers his need for you. But make no mistake, just because he’s quieter than his captain when expressing his desires, his words are just as explicit.
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MARCO ➠ Marco is a thoughtful man who knows your body, therefore, he is quite familiar with your weak spots. Whether that is your neck, your earlobes, your inner thighs, or where ever you’re most sensitive, when he’s in the mood to fool around, his attention solely focuses on these erogenous zones until you’re a writhing mess and desire him just as much.
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KATAKURI ➠ Why is calm and collected Kata so fidgety in his seat? Of course you’re to blame, and the way you’re staring back at him so innocently isn’t helping matters. When Kata is noticeably restless and extra sensitive to your touches, you know it’s time to rendezvous to a special merienda to take care of his (not so) little problem.
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DRAKE ➠ He gets extra blushy and a bit clingy. Usually it takes advances from you to make Drake blush, but when he’s sporting red out of nowhere, you already know exactly what’s on his mind. Like Killer, he gets a bit handsy as well, but it’s really a dead giveaway when he’s in such close proximity to you. His warm breath on your skin paired with lingering touches and tinged cheeks always gives light to his lecherous thoughts too easily.
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goes outside to wait by the car. leans against it to look cool™ when he finds out it’s locked. gets mistaken for a buggy (cart) boy and ends up helping old ppl load their cars up. what a nice boy.
a/n: attempting posts that are more vague and can involve multiple characters at a time? I’ve seen it in other fandoms and wanted to give it a shot. this is my first time (ignoring the “preference” hiccup a few months ago) so be gentle plz hnn 👉🏻👈🏻 my dom babies might not enjoy this bc reader is strictly the one getting dicked down. sry the title sounds weird. enjoy 🥸
summary: what they’re like during sex. some characters appear more than once!
featuring: various op male characters x gn!reader
warnings: ns.fw | 18+ content | mentions of rough sex | (nothing overly kinky this time)
SOFT
takes his time with you and n e v e r skips the foreplay. wants to be as close as possible and could probably get off on just the feeling of your skin against his. though his movements are slow, there’s still lots of power behind those thrusts. your pleasure always comes first. lots of hand-holding and sweet nothings whispered between your entangled bodies. kings of love-making and making you feel treasured.
tries his hardest to be soft and sweet because he knows he’s too big with tender affections but the feel of his thick cock stretching you open is always far from gentle. eventually loses his control just because you take him so well. wants to be careful for your sake, but won’t hesitate to split you in half if you ask. praises you to the ends of the earth. kings of after-care because you’ve earned it.
rough and so messy. bite marks and bruised hips. swaps between fingers in your mouth and hand around your throat while he fucks you. lots of dirty talk and filthy names. bends you over to smack your ass and pull your hair. only speeds up when you beg him to slow down. leaves you full and covered with his cum as well as unbearably sore every single time. kings of fucking you stupid and overstimulation.
