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LIBRARY ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ she/any. One piece centered blog

lesbian! I love zoro cuz he’s a girl in my mind

Masterlist (tbd) rules… Request status: open!!

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seeing Sanji all tied up and vulnerable multiple times in wano is doing smth to me

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Stupid Drabble. Basically smut? No penetration but veeeeery suggestive. Ace x fem!reader

“You were really cool back there, yknow that?” Ace muttered into the crook of your neck as he kissed it, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You were just finishing marking up your map, setting off for the next island— but you had also been a pivotal part of your most recent mission, which happened to contain working with whitebeards crew. So… you should’ve expected this to happen.

Because of course Ace had to visit your ship to thank you. It’s not like the rest of his crew knew you were dating just yet anyways.

“You can’t just keep coming to my ship like this Ace, I was trying to—“ you said as you turned around to face him, your hands going to his biceps.

“Shh, shh— gotta give my favorite girl a reward once in a while for all her hard work, no?” He muttered as he kissed you again. Fuck him for being so hot.

He was so handsy, large fingers exploring your waist and thighs, squeezing the skin there and smiling against your lips as small whines came from your lips at the contact.

“See?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled, moving back to your neck, gently nipping at your skin.

“If you leave marks—“ you started to say, your face already flushed.

“What?” He cut you off bluntly, continuing to kiss your neck. “What’ll happen? You’ll just stammer whenever somebody asks about it? Cuz that’s fine f’ me.” he muttered, his hands moving underneath your shirt.

“You’re are so— fuck— infuriating.”

he hummed into your neck as he moved one of his thighs between your legs, you leaning primarily on the desk now, despite his strong arms holding you by the hips. “Tell me about it.”

It was an off-handed comment, but your brain was mush.

“Oh I will—“ you started to say before he kissed you, starting off a bit rough before he muttered a ‘sorry’ against your lips, softening his actions, gently pressing his lips against yours.

You kissed him for about 30 seconds before realizing he cut you off.

“Ace—!” You broke off, pouting at him. “I was gonna complain about you!”

He paused, blinking. “What?”

“You cut me off.” You muttered, looking down at his leg between yours.

He waited a beat again before his eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly “OH. Oh. SORRY!!” He said earnestly, bowing his head a bit as he stepped away from you, closing his eyes.

“You can complain now. Forget— forget that I did that.” he said, still bowing.

You smiled, chuckling as you played with his hair a bit, pushing some stray strands behind his ear.

“I was gonna say you’re cocky.” You muttered, your hands going to his shoulders.

“‘M not.” he muttered, almost pouting.

“You are.” You said softly, already forgetting the rest of your speech as you saw his face flushing a bit, his eyes pinned to the side.

“But hey, yknow what?” you said, tilting his chin up.

“What?” he said softly, his pupils largening as he looked at you.

“I still love you.”

he chuckled, a goofy smile coming onto his face as he muttered a small “love you too”, followed by a “can I kiss you now?”

he was gonna be the death of you, but of course you nodded.

a/n puppy boy ace his tail is wagging

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Habits

Hey remember when I made that smut series like 2 weeks ago and didn’t continue it at all?? Here u go PART NAMI!! (!f reader. Yeah. You guys scissor ok?)

Nami, unlike zoro, can hold her liquor. So her being drunk doesn’t mean anything for how she interacts with you in bed.

She does tease though, very often. Comments in passing that make you blush, gentle touches on your thigh or waist that you almost don’t notice, but make your heart rate jump when you do.

Nami is also the kind of person that would like your time together to be as secret as possible. She likes to draw things out more so that you’re more reactive, because she just thinks it’s really cute! But occasionally you just look reaaaalllly good, and she just needs her fill.

Which is how you occasionally end up in random closets, or her study, kissing her as she positions one of her legs between yours, ever so expertly rolling her hips so that her clit presses right against yours, her hands on your waist, holding you gently.

“Nami, you said 5 minutes—“

“Hehe, I know, I know—“ she chuckled against your lips, her words almost slurred from how drunk she got off of you. “It’s been 15, right?”

“Y-yeah, and I can barely feel my legs—“

“That’s good, no? Means I’m making you feel good.” She muttered, kissing your cheek “can I just get one more? Please?” She whispered into your ear, obviously teasing you. Because you couldn’t really deny her anything.

She’d always ask anyways.

As you nodded your head, she got you off again moving one of her hands to use her nimble fingers so expertly on you, her free hand on your back to support you before finally finishing herself.

Thankfully, you were in her study before you stopped at the next island, so she strutted over to her bathroom to get a warm towel, cleaning you off.

“I kinda wanna go again.” She muttered as she rested her head on your stomach, peering up at you.

“Nami!” You scolded, making her smile.

So do I write ace next or sanji next or

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More law #ok

I’ve been thinking about law with a crew member/pirate that just cooonstantly ruins his plans (reading wano and got #inspired thanks luffy) but since you’re around him more it happens thrice as much, so he gets consistently more pissed off (to the point of using room and such to swap your places so you don’t keep messing stuff up. ORRRR law who tells you to “stay in place” and when you do he rewards you (with either sex or just a massage yeah ok) IDK idk law has been on my brain a. A lot lately ok hello 🍥. Law who treats you like a hyper puppy basically ok ok yeah cool

I might make a fic out of this

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Better watch your back!!

Synopsis: you’re a bloodthirsty assassin, and this is your first interaction with them. But how could they get themselves to attack you back? You’re just so cute!

Pairings: Zoro, Ace!

notes: reader has some kinda implied trauma. This was fuuuun!! You’re kind of a shitty assassin btw. (Fluff!!) sorry that they’re so short… blegh…

When Zoro first encountered you, it was with a sword to his throat.

No one had surprised him like you had— to wordlessly, silently move across the ship when the rest of his crew was asleep and standing over him, your legs on either side of his waist as you positioned the knife for a quick kill.

It was easy.

Too easy.

“Don’t think we’ve met before.”

You heard a gravely voice mutter, and before you could even process that he was awake, you attempted to cut his neck, one of his hands grabbing your wrist right before.

Your other hand came up, attempting to remove his hand before you felt the sheer circumference of his arm— thick, veiny, strong forearms holding you in place.

“Let me go.”

You muttered, attempting to get his arm off of you before he quickly leaned over you, pinning you with his own sword to your throat.

You felt the cold metal against your skin, saw his imposing figure above you, making your breathing quicken just slightly. He smelled of iron.

“You’re not exactly in the right position to argue with me.”

He muttered, in that same, annoying tone that made your brows furrow.

You weren’t necessarily scared, just annoyed. Getting caught like this was embarrassing. And to some stinky rookie with some measly bounty of 120 million berries. Embarrassing. You were trained better for this.

“Kill me.”

You said bluntly, your breathing heavy as you looked up at him.

“Huh.”

He said, now smiling down at you, letting out a chuckle. Your lips pursed, wondering why he hadn’t just killed you yet.

“Ya sound a lot like me, y’know that? Not that I would let myself get caught like this.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your heart rate spiked, your hands clutching onto the grass on the ship— he didn’t seem like he was holding any malice for you, so why did you still feel so scared?

Zoro paused before sheathing his sword, one of his hands casually moving up to rest right below your heartbeat.

“I don’t even have my sword out anymore.”

He muttered, his calloused fingers resting over your heartbeat, his thumb rubbing the skin there. Your breathing had grown heavier.

“Hey.”

He said bluntly, making you glance up at him.

“This doesn’t feel like much of a conversation with me being the only one talking. I’m not going to hurt you. My captain would be mad at me anyways.”

You nodded, attempting to calm your breathing, your hand moving up to his forearm, just reaching for something to grab onto.

And he let you, surprisingly, continuing to look down at you.

“Why?”

“Told you.”

He muttered, readjusting himself so he wasn’t imposing himself upon you as much.

“My captain would be mad.”

His captain didn’t say anything about you spending the night in zoros room, though.

“Hey, hey—!”

You were currently backing ace into a corner, him avoiding your slices until you end up making a small cut on his cheek, a pang going through your chest.

You did feel just a bit bad, maybe it was the way he looked at you like you weren’t dangerous? Like you were a genuine flesh and blood person?

And he caught it. The hesitance in your stance, the way your eyes widened slightly when your blade cut skin.

He’d been holding back on you because he just thought you were the prettiest person he’d encountered at sea, and this just made him even more intrigued.

“You don’t have to do thi—“

“Shut up!”

You barked, nearly panting as you pinned him against the wall, hesitating on your last mark.

He tried to ignore how his pants got a little tighter at the rawness of your voice, his own breath hitching a little bit.

He put his hands on your arms, guiding the weapons out of his face.

“Just—“

His hands were warm against your skin, making you relax a bit more. Just slightly.

“Was that so hard?”

You nodded petulantly, attempting to get another hit on him.

He caught your wrist instantly, flashing you a smile.

“Aw cmon, we’re past that now. I don’t even know your name, and you’re tryna kill me.”

He leaned in a bit closer, his dark eyes meeting yours as his free hand came to your waist.

“Just give me a chance, okay?”

And damn him for being so convincing.

heheheheh ok ok cool. Credits to @/suupersonic for the amazing dividers!!

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Kinda wanna do a nsfw 2nd part to this #hello

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Medical malpractice law with a different species

(Ooc law, fem!reader, this Drabble is a Drabble for sure. I only expected this to be like 5 lines but hello)

Law who’s gf is a different, more sensitive species

Law who occasionally pokes and prods at you to see you squirm

Law, who spends his free time “studying” you so he can feel you clenching around him ever-so-tightly again

Law who has searched far and wide for more books on your species, but has only found one or two

Law, who writes his own case study on you, logging where you’re sensitive, what exactly you’re made of, and even tidbits about your diet.

Law, who secretly loves how fussy you get every time he takes out your heart, holding it in his palm.

Law, who will make up for it by fingering you for hours on end, trying to determine your stamina, and seeing if you can squirt.

Law, who discovers that your species has heat cycles and takes full advantage of it, teasing you until you’re humping his leg, crying against his shoulder from how badly you need him.

Law, who just cooes at you, stroking your hair as he guides you against his thigh, muttering how you’re “doing so good” for him, and how he just wants “one more.” And then repeats that several times.

“You said o-one more an hour ago—!” You babbled out, biting down into his neck with your rather (unusually) sharp teeth, earning a guttural groan from him.

Law quickly pulled you back by your hair, pushing you down onto his bed as he used his thumb to push your top lip up, looking at your teeth with a deep fascination.

“Is that aggression or a common act in your species?” He muttered as he grabbed your jaw, tilting your head. “How did your teeth get sharper?” He said to himself before unzipping his pants, making your eyes dilute.

“Of course, you’re a predator species. I know that.” he said casually as he undressed you.

“You don’t show the same signs as mermaids do, or that fish people generally do.” he said as he slipped two fingers inside, chuckling at how wet you were.

“You gonna tell me?” He asked, smiling down at you as he continued to finger you, your back already arching.

You whined when he used his free hand to push your hips down, nearly whimpering as he continued to curl his fingers inside.

You finally managed to get some words out.

“It’s— a— f-for when we get impatient with our partners, it’s just a—“

He hummed, continuing to finger you. “You still feel impatient?” he muttered as took his fingers out, making you whine as you nodded.

“I’m gonna do a little experiment, okay? You trust me?” Law said as he looked down at you, golden eyes burning through yours as your wetness soaked the sheets, you vigorously nodding.

Usually, you would see him put some kind of ‘condom’ on, (at least that’s what you heard them being called) but he seemed to skip that step this time, lining himself up.

“Let’s see how long before this takes.” he said before he pushed into you, your toes already curling as you held onto him, your nails digging into his back as his held onto your hips, bringing you closer to him.

“you’ve already came four times, and you’re in the middle of a heat cycle, so if I just roll my hips enough—“ he punctuated his words with his movements, continuing to drag you onto him. “You should get pregnant within this week.”

“L-law—“ you whined, your head buried in the crook of his neck “don’t think I— hic— wanna get pregnant—“

“Shh, shh, shh… it’s just for research purposes. You know I’d never hurt you, right?” He said as he kissed your jaw, smiling against your skin.

“Never…” you muttered, clenching around him for the nth time.

“That’s my girl.” He said as he spilled inside you, kissing you through the release as his hand went to splay over your stomach.

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Insomnia

Wandering into their room when you can’t sleep (Sanji, Zoro, ace!!)

gn!reader, reader is a strawhat cuz that’s easiest (for aces he’s temporarily w the strawhats)

Sanji is a notoriously light sleeper, and would wake up the second you opened his door, sitting up in his cotton pajamas and rubbing his eyes, making out your figure as you yawned.

“What’s wrong angel?” He said, starting to get out of his bed before you told him not to, making him pause halfway through taking the covers off of himself.

The room smelled faintly of coffee and some other herbs, making you become a bit sleepy already. You looked over at Sanji again, noticing the furrow in his brow and how his shirt was rustled.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You muttered, walking further into his room.

He sat up, sitting at the edge of his bed to face you as he looked up at you. “My arms are always open, mon cher.” He said with a soft smile on his face, his hands holding yours.

Any other night you would’ve walked back to your bed, not done something as embarrassing as cuddle with another crew member, but there was something so welcoming about him that you would’ve felt a bit bad denying.

So you nodded, crawling into bed with him, laying your head in the crook of his neck as you initially sat on his lap. He adjusted, starting to rub your back, just sitting there with you for a while.

“Would you like to lay down?” He muttered into your ear, his voice still a bit gruff from your sudden appearance, his facial hair just slightly tickling you.

You nodded, and Sanji gently laid against his bed, holding you to his chest. It was the best sleep you’d had in ages.

And by the time morning came around he was already at your feet with a plate of breakfast.

Zoro, on the other hand, is a heavy sleeper. Well— heavier than Sanji is. He grumbled a bit when you opened his door, but barely protested or got up at all. Partially because he’d memorized the sound of your footsteps at this point.

His room smelled of iron, and maybe incense— you couldn’t exactly tell. You walked a bit further into his room, gently calling his name.

“What?” He grumbled, his eyes still closed as he responded to you.

“Can I… can I stay here for the night?” You said softly, looking down at the floor.

“Is something up? You usually just lay down.” He said, his eye now open as he looked over at you.

“No, I mean, I just—“

Before you could finish, Zoro got up and picked you up (bridal style, which was… new.) gently laying you down on his bed before getting in next to you, holding you close to his chest.

“I have some sake if you want to drink a little and talk about it in the morning.” He said, his hands splayed across your back. “Just sleep for now though. there’s no point in worrying about any monsters or anything. I wouldn’t let anything happen.”

He was still a heavy weight on you when you woke up, and you had to yell his name a few times before he finally got up, making quick work of that sake he was talking about.

Ace is usually the one wandering into your room in the middle of the night, lazy arms wrapping around you as he laid on top of you, or behind you, or in front of you— you get the idea.

You walked into his room, tapping on his shoulder, making him stir and peer up at you, smiling as he met your eyes.

“What’s up?” He muttered, already moving to wrap his arms around your waist.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You said softly, your hands carding through his hair.

He hummed at the sensation, kissing your skin through your shirt. He was warm, and smelled like a campfire.

“You could always bunk here for the night.” He said, still pressing gentle kisses to your skin. “Did somethin’ happen?” he said, his voice soft as he met your eyes.

You shook your head, but he was already looking up at you with a slight pout, cupping your cheek.

“Don’t wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head.

ace chuckled slightly, his thumb rubbing against your cheek.

“That’s okay. Tomorrow then, alright?” he said as he patted his bed, allowing you to get comfortable next to him.

And the next morning, you were still holding onto him, draped over him at an awkward, almost diagonal angle.

He still didn’t budge until you got up.

A/N: aw yay so cute

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Modern Bf!zoro who breaks your shell :p

I originally wrote this for law but then realized Zoro fit it a lot more, so that’s why everything is abt med school lol (which is. Ooc for Zoro but wtv)

No one knew what you had been through, and you could tell.

You were used to it at this point. It had been years anyways, so It really wasn’t that serious, not to you at least.

Even if it didn’t feel like that, every time you saw someone that looked like them, or heard a voice that sounded like theirs— your voice would quiet, you would breathe a bit heavier and your thoughts would spiral, your hands clammy as you attempted to calm yourself in whatever room you were in.

No one really noticed though, you were seen as the “good girl” by the rest of your school. Perfect grades, manicured nails, notes always done pristinely in class, and hundreds of study vlogs posted on instagram.

Their perception wasn’t entirely wrong.

It did still hurt a bit though.

The fact that no one really knew you, that everything they thought about you was just an assumption— it made you a bit upset. A mark on a paper was nothing compared to seeing friend groups having lunch together while you sat alone with your own homemade lunch.

Then Zoro came along.

There was something different about him— the way he carried himself, the way he would always lean back in his seat and look over at you with his tired eyes— he was new.

You didn’t know that zoro came here as an escape, as did you in a way. An escape from his childhood and his childhood friend. But despite trying to escape anything akin to his past, he couldn’t help but be drawn to you.

He knew there was something off about you. About the way you acted so nice to everyone, how you were so talented and despite working so hard, you never stopped. it reminded him of someone.

You avoided him for a while, in the best way you could. (Which was just being slightly less talkative to him) but from the first glance he gave you when you got partnered together in your research lab, you could tell he wasn’t falling for the same shit everyone else was.

“Hey! Nice to meet you. Zoro, right?” You said as you stuck your hand out, allowing him to shake it.

You quickly learned that zoro payed attention, at least more than your classmates. Which was dangerous. The possibility that he could genuinely know you was dangerous.

You could tell from the way he looked at you, the way his eyebrows furrowed when he noticed how you tensed just slightly when he took your hand, despite you willingly allowing him to shake it. He already knew you better than most of this school did. And you hated that.

You stayed cordial. You had to— what was the point of a fresh start if you screwed the semester up? You still needed to get a good gpa and residential. There was no point in being rude.

But you did keep your sentences short;

“How’s your Petri dish looking?”

“Could you pass me that sharpie?”

“No, don’t use that.”

And so on and so forth. You tried your hardest to not mutter more than a sentence to him. So it was hard when he started to do more than that with you.

It started small. One day he was just getting your lab materials before muttering as he walked back, inspecting them “Your Petri Dish is broken. Give me a second.” Getting you another Petri dish like he owed you one.

Ridiculous. He even talked to the professor about it to make sure you grade wouldn’t get affected.

You also hated that you actually liked hearing him advocate for you.

“You didn’t have to do that for me.” You said, flashing him a smile as you gently took the new Petri dish from him. The act disgusted you. Why was he being so nice? What did he want?

“Hm? It’s just a Petri dish.” He muttered as he fixed his glasses, adjusting his lab coat. “You’d do the same for me. This lab is important.”

“I could do this lab in my sleep.” You muttered under your breath as you prepped the dish, immediately regretting it as you realized how cocky you sounded, you had a rough morning and you were scheduled for a late shift at your job later so you were snappy and overthinking— all before you realized It was too silent.

You paused before glancing over at Zoro, noticing his expression.

He was smiling as he worked on his own Petri dish, shaking his head. Asshole.

“I was wondering when that shell of yours would finally break. thought it would take a bit longer.”

You glared at him, and he chuckled as he met your gaze like it was funny. He was ruining your life.

And he’d probably keep doing it just to see the look on your face after. There was something about seeing you be yourself that made him feel a bit warm.

He, surprisingly to you, meant no harm. He would never crowd you, never even touched you for the fear that he would make you tense up and revert to being “perfect again”— the idea in itself made him upset.

Although you didn’t believe this, so when he ran into you at the library, sitting across from you (it was finals season. The only seat available was the one across from you.) you scoffed. You would’ve gotten up if you weren’t freakishly obsessed with getting perfect grades.

He would look up at you occasionally, eventually noticing the furrow in your brow that you got when uncomfortable, and quickly moved to find a different seat.

Once again, weird.

It was so simple, but it made you relax the second he got up— the fact that he payed such close attention to how your face changed based on your mood, the fact that he… saw you— it made you a bit flustered.

So the next time he came to the library, you sat across from him, clearing your throat as you opened your laptop.

He glanced up at you, smiling slightly as he adjusted his glasses. “You’re allowing me to be near you?”

You paused, keeping your eyes on your keyboard as you punched in your password. “…there aren’t many seats.”

(There were 5 people in the library)

He hummed, nodding as his smile widened. “no, you’re right.“

“Shut up!”

A/N: so do I make a part two or what

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my ace headcannons HEEEELLLOO

Ace is so fucking clingy. An arm around your waist, your shoulder, clinging onto you at night, DURING THE SUMMER (with that hot ass body of his omg I would be fuming) A hand on your thigh while you’re eating or holding your hand under the table… he just… he needs to touch you like aaaaawl the time…

He’s also not crazy protective, but after you deal with some stupid pick up line from some random in a market, he’d always hold your waist, muttering a small “you okay? Want me to beat him up? I’ll do it.” With a smile.

He’s also trying very hard for you. All the time. He knows how to clean and fend for himself, he had to do it all the time as a kid— but he cleans up extra, asks Sanji on his den-den if he could have some cooking lessons so he could make you your favorite dish, because he wants everything to be perfect for you.

And he despiiiiises showing that he’s injured, or hurt, emotionally or physically. This guy could be brushing off an attack like it was nothing while he’s bleeding heavily multiple places on his body, just because he doesn’t want you to worry.

And if you do he acts like he was a burden— to an extent where a lot of people wouldn’t initially notice it, but you did. The way he may start doing more stuff for you, treating you nicer in bed, and teasing you less— he needed to feel like he was making up for you treating him like a person.

He also talks positively about you, like all the time!! Your number one glazer frfr, especially to his brothers!! “You guys would love her”, “I swear, she’s the smartest person I’ve ever met”, and if you had a bounty he would carry around your poster with him to show to them :)

I also think that he gets affectionate when he’s drunk (me vs writing abt characters when they’re inebriated lmao) but like a cuddly drunk!! He’d probably just want to hold you and have you stroke his hair while he mutters praises into your chest. “Y’so nice, I hic— missed y’ so much…” “ace, you were on a mission for an hour.” “tha’s so long.” He would pout, nuzzling against you.

A/N: just some little scenarios awww awww aww ok bai

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pretty boy Ace

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Zoro who would 100% talk u through it the first time (fem!reader)

He was so sweet, waiting until you were ready to have sex before finally initiating it, holding your waist as he kissed you in your bed, his hips already between your thighs.

“Sweetheart,” he would mutter against your lips, chuckling “y’ can’t wrap your legs around me like that.”

“S-sorry, I just—“

he gently shushed you, pressing kisses to your neck before he grabbed the backs of your thighs, pinning them apart.

“‘M just teasing.” He said as he nibbled on your neck. “Relax for me.”

He said with annoyingly slow movements before he took off your pants, humming at how wet you were, putting two of his calloused digits against the wet spot in your panties.

“this’ll be easy for me if you’re this wet already.” he teased, pulling your panties to the side with his thumb and running his fingers through your folds.

“Z-Zoro please—“

“Please what, princess?”

You paused, nearly pouting as you looked up at him— the bastard knew what you wanted, and he was still making you lose your dignity. God, if you were more experienced you’d have ruined him by now. But you weren’t.

“Please finger me.” You muttered, peering up at him.

“Please what?”

“P-please… finger me.” You said, a bit louder.

“That’s my girl.” He said as he gently pushed a finger into you, groaning at how tight you were before he pushed in another one, moving his thumb to your clit. “So good for me, hm? You like when I talk to you like that?”

Your back arched as you nodded, clenching around his fingers.

“Such a pretty girl, so responsive.” he said as he scissored you open, moving his free hand to hold onto your hip, keeping you down.

you mewled as he continued to stimulate you, feeling close already. And judging by the way he slowed down his fingers, he knew.

“That easy?” He teased, smirking at you as he pulled his fingers out, gently pushing them into your mouth to make you taste yourself, groaning as you obediently sucked on his fingers.

“I could tell you to do anything and you’d do it, wouldn’t you? You’re so good.” he said as he took his fingers out of your mouth, taking off his pants and boxers and springing out of them, your eyes widening as you saw what was somehow meant to enter you.

He was thick and fairly long, with a vein on the underside of his dick, his tip already leaking as he tapped it against your pussy, smiling.

“You ready?”

You nodded, your face flushed. “Can we kiss while you put it in?” You asked softly, moving your hands to his forearms.

His gaze softened for a second before he nodded, pushing some stray hairs behind your ear. “Of course we can.” he muttered before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, easing you into it before he started to press in, earning a gasp from you that he quickly swallowed up, kneading the skin of your thighs as he pushed in.

“You’re doing so good,” he muttered against your lips. “Just another inch or two, I swear. You can do it, pretty girl.”

“Zoro, it’s t-too much, I don’t know if I can—“

“You can.” He responded quickly, one of his hands moving to push up your shirt, feeling where he was bulging in your stomach in the process. “Just a biiiit more.” he muttered before pushing in fully, letting you adjust to him, throbbing inside as you clenched around him.

“You’re so d-deep.” You mumbled, noticing the bulge in your stomach as you looked down yourself.

“I know, I know…” he cooed, kissing your neck. “But you did so good for me. how about I reward you, yeah?”

it was gonna be a long night…

A/N: I wrote this in like 30 mins so ignore if it’s bad or if anything is wrong with it ok? Ok <3

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Community gardens

Cursed!reader who was shunned as a kid meets someone who worships them. (Ace) (Drabble!!)

The sun peeking through your curtains woke you up, making you adjust slightly before the strong arms around you pull you closer.

“Not yet,” ace mumbled petulantly, burying his head into the little crook at the back of your neck, “you’re so warm.” He said before relaxing against you again, snoring slightly.

You chuckled a bit to yourself, resting your head before going back to sleep, trusting the strong arms around you to keep you safe.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep again, quickly falling back into a dream.

Quite a bad one, horribly enough.

You were with your parents, holding your mom’s hand as you went into the town center for groceries. You remembered the exact store, the color of your mother’s nails, and strongly, the look on your mothers face as she saw the mark on your arm.

The way her eyes widened as she let go of your arm, calling your dad as she left you alone, standing there.

You remembered the car drive to a random land, the people that found you, the—

Soon enough you jolted awake, your breathing heavy.

“nightmare?” The voice next to you muttered, now sat up himself as you nodded, your hands shaky. A slight sigh came from his mouth.

“My poor baby.” He said softly, taking one of your trembling hands, gently rubbing his thumb against your skin.

When you finally looked up at him, you laughed a bit. His hair was messy, he looked barely awake, and had some eye snot— and he giggled a bit too at the realization.

“Glad my appearance is the thing getting you out of this incoming panic attack.” He muttered, gently kissing your jaw.

“You just looked funny.” You muttered, tilting your head to give him more leverage.

“Yeah?” He whispered against you, pressing kisses to your neck. “I’ll make you look real funny real soon.” He said with a chuckle.

[zoolilz]

Sleep talking

when they find out your parents are abusive. Basically a “who did this to you?” Fanfiction in a different font. But modern Au. (Zoro and ace x gn!reader)

Obvious warnings for abuse (physical, verbal), parents fighting (verbally). Everyone is very nice to you. Hurt/comfort? I guess? Might be ooc but I say that abt everything I write LMAOO

You always showed up to Zoro’s place cowering, your sweater engulfing you as you stood before him.

He was safe, strong, warm— he smelt of iron occasionally, incense on most days. a perfect person for you to be around after all the yelling and arguments you would hear daily.

You would never tell him about any of it though. It was easier to just relax near him, resting your head on his lap as he stroked your hair or rubbed your shoulder, the random dialogue from a movie was muffled in the background. At least to you.

Zoro used to asked questions about your random appearances, the flinching, how you would curl into yourself the first 10 minutes you were at his place, but after the 10th time of hearing “it’s nothing, really” In a fake-‘okay’ voice that he nearly got offended by, he gave up, silently filing away all the times you flinched when he reached for something, memorizing what triggered you and learning to not do it.

He even tried his best to make himself look smaller when he was around you, wearing hoodies instead of the usual tank-top, forcing himself to soften his gaze even more when it laid on you. Not that he could force it much more anyways.

He always knew something was up, but he never saw any real marks on you— not until it got too warm under his blankets one day.

You were resting on his chest, his hand light on your waist as you unzipped your sweater, revealing a couple dark bruises on your collarbone.

You were about halfway through taking off your sweater when you saw his gaze fix on a particularly dark bruise, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen.

You’ve experienced this before. The dark look in someone’s eyes before they took that same darkness and made it show up on your skin in a form of a sweltering bruise, or a broken nose, or words that made you sick to your stomach.

You swallowed before putting your sweater back on— but the damage was already done. He already saw.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

His voice was a grumble as he said so, his hand gently tugging at the sleeve of your sweater. The action made you stiffen.

“Take it off. If—“ he paused, furrowing his brow as he forced himself to soften “if those bruises aren’t taken care of it’ll take longer for them to heal.”

Your breathing got a bit heavier as you glanced up at him, swallowing “I— I didn’t mean—“

“Hey,“ he said, his voice growing softer tenfold as his hand cupped your cheek “I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you.”

You calmed your breathing as you met his eyes, now soft as his warm hand cupped your cheek, grounding you.

He spent the next 2 hours cleaning you up, and never let you back into your place alone.

“You tell me the next time something like that happens again, yeah?” He muttered as he helped you change into a pair of his clothes, your own covered with sweat and tears. “Can’t handle seeing anything hurt you. I’m supposed to protect you, so let me.”

You would usually show up to aces place after class, smiling and joking around with him while having a drink and gossiping, eventually (always) leading to staying over.

You were always a bit hesitant to leave the warm bed, having to leave aces arms around your body a bitter reminder of leaving your safe space, and entering the screaming matches at your house once again.

One night it got particularly bad, and you showed up at his place crying at 2 in the morning.

And of course he opened the door, sleep still evident on his bed-ridden hair, his rumpled up shirt and shorts as he rubbed his eyes.

Of course that all faded once he saw you, looking not only scared, but exhausted. Too exhausted. Eye bags, your shoulders shivering as the cold air of the morning chipped at you, your breathing ragged.

“Oh, baby…” he said softly, instantly pulling you into his arms. You instantly felt better, his warm embrace nearly making you burst out in tears all over again.

“I j-just wanted to sleep, but then they started yelling and—“ you said before breaking out into another sob. Aces face contorted like the sound physically hurt him (it did)

“Sweetheart, I think you should come inside. I can make you some hot cocoa while we talk about this.” Ace said as he stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

His voice and actions were ever so gentle as he brought you inside, handing you a blanket as you sat down on his couch.

He had always been gentle with you. Gentle touches, gentle words, of course he would tease, but nothing that could hurt you. Never anything that could hurt you.

About 3 minutes passed before he handed you a cup of hot cocoa, sitting next to you as he stroked your hair.

“what happened my love?” He asked softly, brushing some hair out of your face as he peered down at you, his brows upturned.

You sniffled as you started to explain, choking up occasionally. He would nod, listening to you intently. Every time you would pause, he would wait. He would always wait when it came to you.

And when you were done, he would smile at you, tell you that “it’ll be taken care of” and talk to you until your sniffles became laughs, because that’s just who he is.

[zoolilz]

Excuse me, sir?

Tutor!law x reader :p

You’re lowk a tease, flirty reader, virgin/pentup!law, (this is smut) god I wanna fuck this guy so bad, kissing, flirty touches, all the freaky stuff. Doffy is here. He’s doesn’t do anything rlly. But I’m warning you abt him. F!reader btw. Sorry to whomever it may concern 🫴 YOU ARE A NERD YOURE JUST BAD AT MATH!!! Unprotected sex don’t do this irl Once again my. reqs are open. Submit freaky stuff so I can write it. You have a big couch too btw. possibly ooc… sorry… it was rushed…

An: KNICKS WON LETS GOOOOO

Law was simple.

He knew the people he wanted to be around, didn’t go to many parties, didn’t get into much trouble, and really didn’t do that much socializing.

But hey, he wasn’t gonna turn down free money for helping some girl in his bio class figure out Harvey’s equilibrium. He had a 99.7 in that class anyways.

He did not expect it being the same girl he rubbed one out to a couple weeks ago.

Nevertheless, he still scheduled some study sessions with you. The first one was at a library, the second at a free conference room at your university, the third one, due to the holidays making everything closed, at his place.

That’s where things got difficult. Ignoring how hard he got in a public space was easier than ignoring it in private with you.

“Lawwww…?” You drew out, glancing over at him as you sat next to him on the couch, your legs crossed to where it exposed just enough of your thighs (thanks to your shorts) for him to not be able to ignore them.

He took a quick glance before meeting your eyes, his tired and half lidded ones making your heart beat a bit faster.

“Why does everyone call you that?” You asked softly, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“…why does everyone call me law?” He repeated, crossing his arms.

“Yeah! I mean,” you muttered, adjusting to where you were facing towards him a bit more “your last name is trafalgar, right? Wouldn’t calling you that be more polite?”

He swallowed at the way his name rolled off your tongue, eventually nodding.

“It’s cute.” You said, smiling as you moved to rest your legs over his, laying back against the couch. “Traffy. Hehe.”

He simply sighed, his right hand instinctively moving to one of your ankles before he moved it away, his face flushing a bit.

“No, keep it there.” You said bluntly, grabbing your laptop and placing it onto your lap. “It helps me focus.”

This was torture. He was sure you had some idea of the hard-on in his jeans, despite not a word coming from you about it.

This partnership was killing him.

It wasn’t until he saw someone else touching you that he knew it wasn’t just his awkwardness anymore.

Donflamingo was popular, an A-level frat bro, and he decided that you were his next, well, victim.

Laws been trying to ignore it, but every time he saw you in the halls with him, it made him a bit angrier, he would chew on his bottom lip and think about it for the rest of the day— it was the worst when he would see doffy put an arm on the small of your back, the act almost making him fume.

So of course he had to bring it up to you.

The study sessions were barely a thing anymore, the two of you would just relax in each others company— at his place, most of the time. Today was no different.

Besides for the fact that you had gotten a bit bolder, resting your head on laws shoulder as you both watched TV, his arm on the back of the couch.

“What’s happening with you and doffy?” He said bluntly, still looking at the tv as he tried to ignore you. The way you even breathed was making him burst a blood vessel.

“Why, you jealous?”

“No.”

“You so are.” You pause, peering up at him. “You shouldn’t be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, law, that,” you say, taking your pointer finger and dragging it down his chest as you adjusted, nearly on his lap “you’re the only one I’d let actually have sex with me.” You said softly, too softly as your finger toyed with the waistband of his jeans.

“What?” His voice cracked, his face flushed, you could hear his heart beating and the shakiness of his hands as one of them went to your hip, guiding you to sit on his lap.

“You’re so cute.” You muttered, kissing his neck, his jaw, and his cheek before pausing at his lips, smiling. “Anything you wanna—“

“Please.” He nearly whimpered, making you chuckle.

“Needy.” You muttered before kissing him.

“I got s-so jealous,” he muttered against your lips, allowing your tongues to intertwine as you moaned into his mouth with a small ‘I know’, making him chuckle.

He moved one of his hands to take off your own pants, two of his fingers already teasing you through your dampness as you gasped.

“This is all f’ me?” He muttered against your lips.

You nodded, moving your head into the crook of his neck, arching your back a bit.

“That’s right.” He muttered, kissing your cheek as he pushed your panties to the side, putting two fingers inside. “So good for me.” He said, his body shivering as your hands went under his shirt.

“L-law—“ you moaned out, your toes curling as he curled his fingers into you, making you gasp “law, ‘m gonna—“

And then he stopped.

“Not yet.” He muttered before he adjusted you, laying you beneath him. “Can’t let this pretty pussy come just yet.” He said as you heard the unbuckling of his jeans, your face covered by your own arms as embarrassment fizzled in your stomach.

“Ah-ah-ah..” he said, pinning your hands to your sides, adjusting himself so he was pressing right against you.

“Just relax, pretty girl.” He said softly, his free hand coming up to your stomach, right below your belly button. “I’ll be about right here. Think y’ can handle it?”

You nodded vigorously, your heart rate now largely elevated.

“So funny.” He said as he started to push in, groaning “you were teasing me a couple minutes ago, now you can barely— shit— speak.”

You mewled as he got to the hilt, a small bulge appearing exactly where he said.

“I know this pretty body of yours inside and out now.” He said, leaning down to kiss your neck as he continued to move, his free hand now grabbing your hip.

“You’re so tight. Can’t believe you’re close already.” He said, biting down onto your neck, making you a bit tighter.

“F-fuck, just like that, just—“ he moaned against your neck, moving a bit faster, his hand moving down to your clit.

“Cmon, give it to me, cmon gorgeous, I know you can—“

You came without a second thought, tightening around him as your toes curled, gasping.

“K-kiss me, please—“ you begged, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. So of course he had to oblige.

The kiss was even better than the first couple ones, gentle, sweet, he gently continued to thrust into you before pulling out, releasing on your stomach as he continued to kiss you.

When he eventually pulled away he simply smiled down at you, taking some of the cum on your stomach with two fingers and bringing it to your mouth, pushing it past your lips and onto your tongue.

“Good girl.” He said as he cupped your cheek after, kissing your forehead. “you made my first time so good.”

“First time?!”

[zoolilz]

⋆｡𖦹°‧ Carry on, carry on

Your s/o noticing how much you’re struggling financially and what they do to help :)

Tags: mentions of eating less, Zoro is a tsundere, ace is boyfie always, as canon-compliant as I could be, MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN HEY GUYS… gn!reader for all expect tha girls because all of them are GAY TO ME gay gay gay LESBIANS yes cool great. (Projection) self-destructive nami, yeah… pre timeskip Perona too cuz I haven’t seen her post yet (at #dressrosa rn) and you guys sleep in the same bed ok?

Zoro just wants you to be happy— this meaning he would move mountains for you.

And if the mountains are slipping money into your clothes and bags when you’re not looking, so be it.

He couldn’t ignore the way you picked up more tasks for money, the way you weren’t able to take care of yourself as much, how your portions of food got smaller. It was killing him.

He knew you would protest if you ever caught him, so he tried to be as sneaky as possible about it, but for a man that can move so quickly and silently, he was a big oaf whenever he was around you.

“Zoro.” You said one day, holding a couple thousand berries in your hand as you looked over at him working out. He was not sneaky.

He looked over at you, huffing before getting back to his workout. “You’re ridiculous if you thought I wasn’t going to do something about it.”

“About what?” You said as you walked over to him, attempting to place the berries down before he stopped you, holding your palm shut.

“You’re exhausting.” He muttered, keeping your fingers clenched around the money. “You’ve been working more. Stressing yourself out, I know it’s been a struggle, I’m not stupid.”

You paused, your hand trembling slightly from the confrontation. He was nothing if not blunt.

“Just keep the money. We’re in this together.”

He said as his grip on your fist loosened, his other arm coming up to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he looked you in the eyes. **

“You’d do the same for me anyways. Let me do something for you this one time.”

“Soo…”

Ace started to say as he wrapped his arms around you from behind as you made some food for yourself on the ship, putting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’ve been eating less.” He muttered as he kissed your neck. A small hum came from your lips.

“You gonna respond to me with words or do I have to keep kissing you?”

“Sorry, I’m just a bit tired lately.” You almost whispered, your eyes nearly closing as you cooked.

“I know. I’m asking why.” He paused, pursing his lips. “I mean— I know why, it’s because you’re stressed over money instead of talking to your amazing loaded boyfriend about it.” He said as he held you a bit tighter.

“I can take care of myself.”

“Not right now, ya can’t.”

“Ace—“

“I’m just saying— I can help you! I hate seeing you all sad and down, so just let me give you some money, at least a couple hundred Berries.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

He huffed, smiling. “you. a burden. Yeah right.”

“You’re so stubborn.”

“Heard that before.” He muttered, chuckling against you “So my compromise is okay?”

“…yeah.”

Nami is a hustler, through and through.

But when she catches wind of what you’ve been putting yourself through, she nearly throws up. Partially because it reminds her of her younger grueling years where she worked under arlong, and the rest because she can’t stand to hear her girlfriends cheery voice turn so exhausted in such a short period of time at the cost of some measly berries.

And that thought is crazy coming from her.

You and nami would usually talk about maps, books, weather, fashion— for hours every day. She almost didn’t know how to process it the first time you just came home and went straight to bed.

She actually, unlike Zoro, is sneaky.

You would find berries in your clothes, in your bag, in your shoes every time you put them on, but an amount small enough for you to not mind it.

Just enough for you to get by.

She also picks up even more work herself so there’s less stress on you. She pays for meals more, she buys you more clothes, she does everything possible to make you happy.

She’s been through this before, so what’s another year of hard work for someone she loves? It wouldn’t all be for nothing again, right?

Perona barely recognizes money as a concept.

Of course she does recognize the importance of it, to you at least. She’s just never had to worry about it.

She originally thinks it’s a bit ridiculous to fret over something so silly, as she gives you treasures often. Small rocks, gold she’s found, one time she brought you Zoro’s sword somehow.

Whenever she’s needed money, she’s just made her zombies get it for her.

So that’s exactly what she does for you. Which is a bit scary if you’re not told about it prior. Thank god she prefers cute shit.

Didn’t scare you any less when you saw a life sized teddy bear looming over you with some stolen berries when you woke up though.

“PERONA!” You nearly screamed, and she just laid there! Unmoving, next to you. Like she did nothing wrong.

“Perona.” You repeated, shaking her. You did this 5 times before she actually muttered something to you.

“Mmmfff…. I wanna sleep!”

“I would prefer not to wake up to this!” You replied, gesturing towards the bear still at the foot of your bed.

“You were sad.”

“I was not!”

“You were poor.”

“…I guess.”

“And you won’t be now.”

“…..I guess.”

“I’m gonna go back to sleep now, ‘Kay?” She said as she pressed a kiss to your cheek, moving to rest her head on your chest.

You didn’t have time to respond before she fell asleep again.

[zoolilz]

Habits

Aka a series of smut drabbles cuz :p i’m just a girl… I kinda edge u guys sorry

Part one Pairing: Zoro x f!reader

Zoro often gets touchy when he’s really drunk.

Not fooling-enemies drunk, not sleepy drunk, when he’s an awake, inebriated, stumbling drunk— the only thing he can think about is you.

The way you smelled, the way you clenched around him and moaned his name when he went too deep into that sweet pussy if yours— His cock starts to throb in his pants, precum leaking into his boxers as he attempts to calm himself while the rest of the crew is out partying.

And you’re not helping his case at all.

You’re pretty drunk yourself, occasionally glancing over at him while you talk to nami, squeezing your thighs together to calm your own heat— and if he wasn’t so drunk he would’ve sworn that he could’ve smelled you. You needed him just as much as he needed you, and that fact made him nearly come in his pants.

He soon dragged you away without further notice, grabbing you by your forearm as he muttered a couple words you didn’t pick up to nami.

The second he got you to his quarters, he had you pinned up against the wall as he dropped to his knees, holding onto your hips.

You were a bit shocked, your hands going to his hair, gently tugging on the small strands—

He was gone.

Eyes pure black, him looking up at you with half lidded eyes, kissing your hip.

“Can’t resist you. Could see you staring at me, made me so fuckin hard.” He muttered against your hip, his nose moving to nudge against your clothed core.

“Were you thinking about me too? Fuck— maybe I should put a baby in you, make sure everyone knows about us.” He whispered against you, you now able to feel his hot breath on your heat.

He smirked as you arched your back at his words, chuckling against you “so fucking cute—“ he said as he pulled your pants down, groaning at how soaked you were. “Trying to kill me, Jesus.” He said as he pushed your panties to the side with his thumb, his other one moving to spread open your folds.

“Zoro—“ you mewled, your back arched against the door.

“Shh, shh.” He cooed against your inner thigh, nibbling at it. “Can’t have anyone else hearing how good you sound for me.”

He ate you like a man starved, you were sure the rest of the crew would be able to hear if they listened closely enough. He palmed the fat on your hips and thighs as he ate you, moaning against you like eating you out was enough to make him come himself—

It wasn’t until your third orgasm that he finally let you down gently, holding your head in the crook of his neck as his breathing remained ragged, putting kisses into the crook of your neck before he moved you over to his cot, laying you down on it as he loomed over you.

“Just had to get you ready.” He muttered as he took off his pants, springing out of his boxers. “let me take care of you a bit more, hm?”

What a man :((

Nami next!!!