Eepy

Insomnia

Pairing: Zoro x Reader, platonic Strawhats & Reader

SFW

Summary: You find yourself unable to sleep, and all of your friends are determined to help. Unfortunately, nothing seems to work...until you find yourself in the lap of a certain swordsman. Warnings: Just Extreme Fluff! Word Count: ~3k Crossposted from Ao3

You were exhausted.

It had started slowly. You began to take a little longer to fall asleep and wake up just a touch earlier, spending days with your thoughts just a bit fuzzy around the edges, eyes a little unfocused in quieter moments, but nothing severe.

Then you started waking up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep no matter how long you closed your eyes and laid there, praying for relief. You would instead wander around the ship, find ways to make yourself busy, making conversation with whoever was on night watch. You pretended not to notice the quiet concern on the crew’s faces when they all spoke and realized you had been awake to speak with each of them at 4am for the last week.

And now, you have given up on sleeping entirely, staring at the ceiling of your quarters with no sign of sleep’s embrace at all. No matter what you tried, it wouldn’t come. You can already see sunlight begin to shine under the door. Your friends are stirring, and you can already smell the breakfast Sanji’s making this morning. Another night of restlessness. You can barely force yourself out of your cot, but there isn’t a point in staying. It won’t help. You drag yourself to the deck, feet shuffling and face scowling.

“Still can’t sleep?” You don’t notice Usopp until he speaks, and you look up to see him up on the railing, fishing pole in hand, face flooded with pity and concern.

“No.” You try desperately to keep from snapping, knowing it isn’t his fault, isn’t anyone’s, but the best you can do is keep your voice flat and your words short. He winces a little at your tone, but he doesn’t comment. Instead he ponders you quietly, before seemingly coming to a decision.

“Do you want help?”

“Help how?”

“Help falling asleep! From the great Captain Usopp!” He puts on a silly wide and smug smile, but you can still see the worry in his eyes. He probably doesn’t even have any ideas yet, he just wants to help in any way he can.

“I would try almost anything at this point. What’re you thinking?”

He lets out a smug little laugh. “I knew you’d want my help! I don’t know if you know this, but I’m the greatest storyteller in all the seas.” He gives you a conspiratorial grin. “I bet you I can tell you a bedtime story that’ll send you to dreamland before you know it!”

You consider it. Usopp is an amazing storyteller, of course. You’ve never heard him tell a single tale that wouldn’t hook you enough to keep you awake, but maybe he’s just never tried. “Alright. I’ll come get you tonight—”

“Tonight? You’ll probably die by then! We’re gonna do this now, and you can sleep the entire day!” He grabs your hand, dragging you back to the bunks. You pass a few of your other friends on their way out, and while Zoro and Nami give you strange looks, they don’t comment. Just before the door closes, you see Sanji’s head pop out of the kitchen you call everyone in, and his eyes shift to you in confusion.

The door slams with a definitive sounding thunk, and Usopp’s hands push you onto your cot. He tucks you in with surprisingly practiced hands, before saying, “Alright. Get ready for the best sleep of your life!” He clears his throat dramatically. “Once upon a time, the great Captain Usopp—”

“—the end! …Nothing, huh? Not even for a second?” You flick open an eye to see disappointment on poor Usopp’s face. His tale had continued for at least an hour, with several dozen twists and turns as he tried to stretch it out until you finally started snoring, but you were as horribly, devastatingly awake as ever.

“Not even a wink. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, you're not the one who failed.” His shoulders slump a little. “I really thought that would work.”

You sit up to pat this hand comfortingly. “You didn’t fail, Usopp. I’m just…cursed. Probably. By God.” His stomach grumbles, and you suddenly remember he skipped breakfast to help you. “We should probably eat something.”

“Probably.” He looks so dejected it makes your chest ache a little.

“It’s okay, Usopp. Really.”

He doesn’t respond, getting up to head to the kitchen as you trail behind him. Everyone else has finished eating, half of the crew having already left, with only Sanji, Robin, and Nami chatting quietly over the table. There’s a plate set and ready, food growing cold, and you feel a flash of guilt knowing it was for you.

“Oh, my dear, you’re finally here! I was getting worried. I can fix you a new plate—here—” Sanji shoves the cold plate into Usopp’s hands. “I’ll throw something better together, just you wait!” Before you can even respond, he’s back to the kitchen, busying himself with making you something else.

“Are you alright? You look rather…” Robin trails off, clearly looking for and failing to find any words to describe your current state that wouldn’t be horribly offensive. 

“Awful.” Nami finishes for her, firmly but not without pity. “Are you still having trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah. I haven’t slept in at least 48 hours.”

“Oh my god.” Nami’s mouth hangs open a little, having not realized the full scope of your issues. Her face is painted with concern. “Are you…alright?”

“Not really.”

“You still can’t sleep?” Sanji calls out in concern over his shoulder, his knife still chopping away. “Do you want me to make you some tea? It might help.”

“Is it chamomile? I’ve tried that already.”

“It has chamomile in it, but that isn’t the only part. Valerian root, passionflower, and a couple extra things. I can’t guarantee it’ll fix your problem but it might help. I made it for Franky once and he fell asleep right at the table.” There’s no small measure of pride in his voice at that.

“I’m open to anything, at this point. Would you make me a cup?”

“Of course, dear!” His voice gets soft and honeyed the way it always does when he speaks to you, and after a new plate is placed in front of you he rushes off to the pantry to find the ingredients he needs.

Robin looks over you consideringly. “If that doesn’t work, why don’t you try reading? I always find winding down with a book helps.”

“Maybe. Usopp told me a story and it didn’t end up working, but reading it myself could be different.”

Nami taps her chin with her fingers, pondering. “Do you want to use aromatherapy, too? I have some lavender we could spray on your pillow. That might help too.”

“We can throw whatever spaghetti at the wall you want, I just want something to stick. I’m not picky.”

And with that the girls were off to grab their chosen items, while Usopp silently scarfed down cold eggs and tried to bandage his wounded pride. Sanji is humming a song you don’t recognize as the kettle whistles, and he expertly prepares your cup of tea. He’s sneaking glances over at you, probably lost in a daydream where he saves you from your horrible insomnia and you fall madly in love with him in return. Honestly? If he manages, you might. Any hero that saves you from this is worth considering.

As soon as the mug of tea is placed in your hands, Sanji’s fingers seemingly deliberately brushing against yours, you’re ushered back to your cot, where Nami, Robin, Brook, and Franky are waiting. You have no idea when this turned into a group activity, but sure. Why not?

“I thought some soothing music might help. A lullaby, maybe?” Brook’s voice is soothing and soft, like he’s already trying to lull you to sleep.

“And I brought a white noise machine as a backup! Thought you might like it.” Franky’s voice is as gentle as his natural boom can be.

Your eyes flick between them, then back to Nami, who’s unnaturally focused on fluffing your pillows and adding extra blankets to your cot, making it look the most inviting it ever has. “Are you gonna charge me for those?”

“No! …Probably not.” Her grin is mischievous.

“Honestly, if you get me to sleep, I’ll pay whatever you—”

“Woah! Don’t make any promises you can’t keep. She’ll keep you to that.” Franky’s voice is filled with brotherly concern. “Nami, don’t pay attention to that. Anyone that tired has no idea what they’re saying.”

“I wouldn’t actually take payment for this! I’m not a monster.” Her last punch to your pillow has a bit of extra force behind it, her irritation clear.

Before they can continue bantering, Brook begins playing a tune on his violin, bringing the rest of you to silence. Your hands are wrapped around your warm mug of tea, a book chosen by Robin open in front of you while you sip. The smell of lavender is strong enough to have flooded the room. Franky clicks a button on his little machine and the sounds of spring rain washes over all of you. Your shoulders relax, a soft smile slipping onto your face, but your eyes are no closer to closing. Even when Sanji comes in to take your mug away, the warmth long faded, or when Brook’s finger bones grow tired and his song comes to an end, or when the snores of your friends start to fill the room, you do not sleep. You feel no closer than you were an hour ago when this started, no closer than you were this morning when Usopp had tucked you in. You honestly feel like you’ll never sleep again.

It isn’t until noon that you finally give up, having finished half of the book that Robin lent to you. The smell of lavender had started to fade an hour ago. You carefully step over Franky and Brook passed out on the floor, your eyes wandering over to Nami and Robin sleeping peacefully on vacant cots. You try to be glad this worked for somebody, but you can’t help a bitter sort of jealousy brewing in your chest. Why do they get relief when they aren’t even suffering? Why is it only you who has to feel this weight dragging you down?

You try to stalk past Luffy, pouting all the while, but your captain catches you by the wrist with a rubbery hand. “Are you okay?”

You huff. “I’m never going to sleep again.”

“That sucks.”

You blink at him blankly.

He blinks back.

“I’m just having trouble sleeping. Not, like, literally.”

“Oh.”

“It sucks.”

“Yeah.” He hums, pressing his lips together in thought. You can practically see the lightbulb above his head when he has his idea, his eyes brightening and smile widening. “Oh, I’ve got it!” He pulls you along with him, dragging you quickly further onto the deck before you’re unceremoniously shoved forward, stumbling over your legs and landing on something firm and warm.

“Bwuh?” Your eyes flick up to see Zoro bathed in sunlight, his good eye just barely open, a yawn forcing his mouth open wide. “What’s goin’ on?”

“You’re good at sleeping!” He gives a wide grin. “Help ‘em!” And without elaborating he just…runs off to do god knows what, satisfied that he has somehow solved the problem.

Zoro’s eye focuses on you questioningly, but before you can explain, you suddenly become intensely aware of your position. You’re in his lap, face pressed into his thighs, your chest pressed into his lower legs. You both stare at each other, wide-eyed, unsure on what to say or how to say it.

“You comfortable down there?” His voice is even, but he’s betrayed by the hint of pink on his cheeks.

“I—um. I’m…fine.” You wince at the shake in your voice. You can feel heat spreading from the tips of your ears down to your neck, and you hope it isn’t as noticeable as it feels. The smirk on his face shows it probably is.

“Oh yeah?” He gives a quiet laugh. “You’re welcome to stay.” Despite his own embarrassment, he radiates smugness. That’s Zoro for you—ever the strategist, he finds whatever upper hand he can get and uses it to corner his opponent. He’s looking at you like a cat does a mouse, and you really do feel like prey. You instinctively go to hide your face from him, only to find your nose brushing against his thigh. He chuckles. “Oh, getting cozy, that’s good. I guess you’re in for the long haul.”

You flush even further, and with your voice muffled against his leg, you manage to protest. “I’m having a bad enough time without you bullying me, Zoro.”

“This isn’t bullying. C’mon, I’ve seen how you fight, you’re tougher than that. You normally don’t back down that easily.” His hand ruffles your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “What’s got you so down?”

You whine quietly. “I haven’t slept in days, and I haven’t slept well in weeks. I feel like I’m dying.”

His energy immediately changes, eyes and smile softening into something more genuine. “Doesn’t sound fun. And Luffy thought I could help you with that?”

“I guess.”

“What have you tried?”

“Everything. Counting sheep, bedtime stories, warm drinks, lavender—”

“Bedtime stories?” His voice is teetering on teasing again.

“Usopp’s idea.”

“What, did he tuck you in too?”

You go quiet.

“Wait, really?” He sounds well and truly baffled.

“It was actually kind of nice,” you mumble. 

If you didn’t know better you would think Zoro was pouting. His eye is a bit narrowed, his mouth in a flat line, bottom lip slightly jutted out. “Oh yeah? Well it didn’t work, did it? So you had to come to me for help.”

His hands grab your shoulders, pulling you up so you’re sitting instead of laying on his lap, your face directly pressed into his chest. You can hear his heartbeat below it, not exactly rapid but certainly betraying him, letting you know this situation is affecting him just like it’s affecting you. His arms wrap around you, and when he speaks, you can feel the rumble of his voice radiate through his chest and into you. “And now you’re gonna sit here with me, you’re gonna fall asleep before you know it, and the rest of those fools will have to accept that only I could give you what you need.” He pulls you impossibly closer, snugly tucking you into him and leaning back to pull you down to the deck with him.

“Someone’s a little jealous, huh?”

He scoffs. “Why would I be? Who’re you laying on right now, huh?” His hand grips your hip as if proving a point. “Go to sleep already, you need it.”

“What, you think this is all it takes? Cuddling?” Even as you say it, you break into a yawn, and your eyes begin to droop. His presence is comforting, and between his body heat and the gentle warmth of the sunlight, you can feel yourself beginning to fade. Your vision is too blurry to see his cocky grin, but you know it’s there all the same.

“Yeah, I do. Now get some rest.” You barely hear his response over the calming sound of his heartbeat. Your breathing slows, and before you know it, you’re sleeping for the first time in what feels like years.

After you’ve fallen asleep, he takes his time to observe you. The way your hair shines in the sunlight, the way your mouth parts slightly when you snore, the way your body feels so natural and right against his. His hand rubs a soothing circle into your back while you rest, and you make a soft noise of contentment that he can’t help but smile at. You look so beautiful like this, so small and soft and fragile. Something to care for. Something to protect. It feels right to have you in his arms, right against him, where he can keep you safe. 

He wonders if you’d be willing to do this all the time, though he’d rather die than ask. He has his pride. Maybe you’ll come to him, wide eyed and wanting, next time you struggle to fall asleep. Maybe you’ll ask in that shy little voice if he’d be willing to help you, in the way only he can, and all he’ll have to do is open his arms for you to fall into. Maybe he’ll have more days and nights like these, with the comforting weight of another in his bed. What an idea.

He wonders what you might give him in thanks. One of those breathtaking smiles, surely. A hug, perhaps. It wouldn’t be more than this, pressed together, but the idea of you initiating it, of it being a deliberate choice on your part, makes his heart beat a little faster. He imagines you throwing your arms around him of your own volition, no captain shoving you forward. He imagines those arms moving around his neck instead, pulling him closer so you can press your lips onto his. He imagines how soft they’d be, and how desperate you would be to feel his own. He imagines you wanting him in a dozen different ways, each unique, each better than the last. He imagines calling you his, and you calling him yours in return.

He falls asleep to the idea of a shared life, a shared bed, a shared heart. When the crew finally stumbles out of their naps, they find the two of you on deck, intertwined, a tangle of limbs that seems all but impossible to separate. You’re both snoring softly, smiles on your faces, and they can’t bear to wake you. You seem like you’re having very sweet dreams.

i like to eat human flesh

-> zombie lu 🧟‍♂️ (fem!reader)

warnings: MDNI, smut, blood, sharp objects (knifes), murder, luffy is zombie, riding, bondage, ‘feedings’, monster fucking, cream pie, knotting

summary: YOU LOCKED YOUR ZOMBIE BOYFRIEND UP IN YOUR BASEMENT, CAN YOU TRUST HIM NOT TO EAT YOU?

☆彡

you waited for the perfect time, you eyed the blond haired man for thirty minutes before deciding to make your move. trembling in your fingertips as the grip on your knife tightened. there was no time for error, it was now or never. feedings always had you feeling like this, the regret and second thoughts consumed your sorry mind. nothing else mattered to you once you remembered the predicament you were in.

the blond didn’t seem much trouble, he only sat there to chain smoke his cigarettes and chat with the pretty women that passed by. he was predictable, and you used that to your advantage. it was becoming later in the night, all traces of people disappeared, leaving only him behind. you then revealed yourself from the lurks of the shadows. a few deep breaths was all you needed to regain your confidence, you carefully made your way closer.

immediately he noticed your presence and started spewing flirty phrases at you. though, you couldn’t register any of his remarks, you could only just move.

he puffed his cigarette and smiled warmly. “hello gorgeous, mind if i-” you quickly raised your knife to his throat, cutting a line horizontally.

blood mist sprayed across face and you heard the thud of a grown man dropping to the floor, the ensemble shaking you to your core. ‘oh my… god? shit… gotta go. now.’

you rushed to bag the man and disposed of any possible evidence. luckily enough, you didn’t run into any witnesses on your commute back, your small house was only a couple more meters away. the mans stiff body weighed a thousand bricks as you dragged him along, you struggled but feeding your boyfriend was your only worry.

your poor baby, you hated doing this but you wanted to take care of him anyway that you could. the first week was the hardest for the both of you.

luffy had been feeling kind of off these past few days but he told you not to worry, he reassured you that it was probably just something he ate and that he had just a little stomach bug.

that wasn’t the case though, you still have know idea what exactly it was but his little ‘stomach bug’ turned out to be so much more life threatening. one afternoon you came home to him violently shaking and foaming at the mouth, he was hardly breathing. once your rushed to join him on the cold floor he stopped.. almost as if he was waiting to share his last breaths with you. he choked and cried as blood drained from his mouth, he was pleading for you.

“y/n- please… help me.” he stoped, every muscle in his body completely still and shut down.

you laid there with his blood staining your hands as you tried to tell him that he would be okay. hot tears never stopping to fall from your face, you held his dying body.

he somehow turned into a lifeless monster, skin cold and eyes blank, he was a zombie? you never thought it was possible it your lifetime but… luffy…

you couldn’t bear loosing your love, so you kept him.

currently he was tied up in tattered ropes but it always wasn’t that way.

his symptoms weren’t so bad in the beginning, but he started to show dark veins trickling up and down his body, he had also gone non verbal.

you tried everything. how was he dead one second, then up and moving the next? it was a confusing time.

you thought medication would solve your problems but that also didn’t work, he refused to take them. you aslo didn’t have access to pharmaceuticals so you tried advil and ibuprofen, it was a sad attempt but you hoped it would do something.

he began to get worse, he threw furniture and had groaning tantrums when you wouldn’t let him leave the house. he was getting stronger and more aggressive, it terrified you but there was no way in hell you’d give up now.

“luuuu..” you spoke quietly as you entered the room. your boyfriend looked so spent and defeated, his limbs were tied to the arms and legs of the chair but his head was tossed back as whines and breathy groans fled his mouth.

his head perked up at the sight of you, never once acknowledging the body you dragged along.

“baby please eat, you haven’t for the past few days, i’m trying everything… you didn’t like the animals i’ve brought you, please what is it you need.”

you pled with your eyes looking desperately into his own, hoping to get some sort of answer. you quickly realized talking wasn’t going to get you anywhere. your warm hand came to softly hold the side of his cold, decaying face. he closed his eyes and growled. with his reaction, it was easy to tell what he was wanting. he was reminding you so much of the old lu..

his eyes grazed every inch of your body as you saw him struggle in his restraints. he wanted you so bad but he didn’t know how to ask for it, he hoped you would get the hint from his motions.

he’s relearned simple words again from listening to you all day, you spent as much time as you could with him in your basement because you felt he would grow lonely without the presence of society. he’s only really learnt commands like, ‘no’ and ‘please’, but you’re grateful for how far he’s come.

it wasn’t until this moment that you knew what he needed, your touch. the way he looked at you and how he would shuffle his hips up in the chair made you so sad. you’ve had him here, tied up, and he just wanted to touch himself, or rather, you.

‘no’. you shook your head. you couldn’t possibly think to fuck your zombie boyfriend. his icy hand all over you, his pretty lips, the way his cock stimulated you perfectly.. ‘no!’ but the thoughts made you curious and you missed the touch of your sweet boyfriend. seeing him needy and somewhat obedient again drove you insane.

it was almost like it really was him, the tender look in his pale eyes made you emotional.

“luffy~ hi babes.” you touched his icy skin, all fear leaving your body seeing him act so delicate.

“so.. you’re not hungry lu?” you gestured to the brown sack bag in the corner of the room with blood patches staining the outside. he shook his head quickly, low growls muttering through his chapped lips.

“and you’re not gonna bite me if i touch you? right baby?” you kneel down before him feeling up the length of his jeans, playing with the stubborn buttons and zips.

a deep hunger like moan rippled in the room, he moved his hips up again but you removed your hands.

“say something lu- you’re not going to hurt me, right?”

he couldn’t formulate proper words with some of his vocal cords mutilated but you could understand him most of the time. the vibrato in his voice dragged along.

“mmHghhhhgahHh y-y/naahGghhAgg-”

he nodded his head to agree to your previous question, growls and snarls accompanying his eager movements. his moans were like no other, he truly was a monster. though, you couldn’t help but fall apart at the sounds of hearing him call out your name again.

luffy looked so innocent tied up in his ropes, you wanted to take care of him. if he wasn’t gonna eat, you could at least help him feel good. the growing knot in your stomach also wanted to please your helpless zombie boyfriend.

“fuck it.” you muttered. “let me help you luffy, gonna take these off okay?”

you played with the buttons of his pants, struggling to get them off. the nerves mixed with anticipation made you tremble. you haven’t touched your boyfriend in a few weeks, though it truly felt like an eternity.

luffy couldn’t wait either, and it showed when you saw many wet spots decorating his gray boxers.

a gasp escaped your lips as you saw the sheer width of him through the thin fabric. you were unsure if it was some sort of zombified mutation or if it was his pent up frustration, but he was thick.

he was moving more and more at the slightest touches from you but the ropes held his top half relatively still, his whines growing restless. luffy was trying to let you know that he needed you now, he prayed that you understood his intentions.

you finally got his boxers off and your eyes widened, your panties collecting moisture at the sight of him.

his fat, curved cock sprung up with such elasticity, he smacked hard against his torso. he looked so beautiful. so wide and leaky, his tip was black as night fading all the way down to his ghostly pale base. it made you squirm, remembering that he was undead.

he growled again at you, he was becoming more vocal as to say, ‘hurry up’.

hearing his deep moans made your tummy flutter, you rushed to undress yourself. the chill air of the basement made you shiver, you needed him to stretch you out.

you raised yourself onto his lap to line your entrance up carefully with his twitching cock, preparing to lower yourself down slowly.

his devious mind had other ideas, completely ignoring your preparations and fucking himself up to meet his thighs with your ass, bottoming out as he stretched your tight little hole.

“luffy!!!” you cried, you didn’t have the chance to adjust to his width, you sat there for a moment with your face hung in the crook of his neck, tears falling from your face.

it took quite some time but you thought you were ready to move. with tears still trickling, you began to rock your hips. the pain slowly turned into pleasure.

luffy’s thick cock stirred inside you, hitting more spots than from when he was human. you stretched so beautifully around him, making a mess all over his thighs. the combination of his harsh thrusts and semi-automatic dick rutting inside you had you slamming down hard on him, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. you were trapped.

with his arms still tied, he only hadso much to work with, his cock and his drooling mouth. he felt his orgasm coming with the sight of your pretty face finally comsumed with the pleasure of his monster dick. his balls so heavy from not being drained for several weeks, he needed to release in you.

he felt your tight muscles clench around the base of his cock, groaning deeply with you. his thick load ready to destroy your insides.

his devilish urges couldn’t escape, he needed to bite. with the mix of waves of pleasure and the loud whimpers foaming from your mouth, it only felt natural. he lowered his head to the crevasse of your neck as you bounced on his pulsing cock, riding out your orgasm. he sucked hard on your warm skin, wetnesses and drool dripping down your collarbone. the feeling making you dizzy and incoherent, you didn’t feel the pain until it was too late. his suckles formed into nibbles.

your moans quickly turned into yelps, you were still surrounding his heavy cock but almost immediately you recovered from your orgasm.

the taste of your sweet blood filled him, giving him more energy then ever. you felt his cock stiffen again inside of you. “l-luffy! what are you doing! stop it!!” you struggled to move, his cock thickening within your gummy walls.

he was knotted, his tip so large you couldn’t escape. with his mouth still attached, he fucked into you harder. the taste of your rich blood and the ecstasy of your perfect cunt, it felt as if he was alive again.

your screams where ignored as he used your pathetic little body, completely lust and blood drunk.

the mix of feelings confused you, the pleasure you felt in your core was other worldly, but was it worth being fed on? you began feeling lightheaded as he drained you of blood cells, you couldn’t separate from him and he didn’t stop. you went limp on his body, reality started to fade away..

-

you eventually woke up, the room was quiet and the chair was empty. ‘did he escape?’ panic started to settle in, how could you let this happen? you knew he was a threat!

shuffling footsteps was all you heard behind you, it was hard to move from all of your injuries but he was met with you soon enough.

all his teeth were on display as he smiled devilishly at you, darkened blood painted from his chin to his chest.

he limped closer to you, groans and growls echoing in the confinement of your cold basement.

“luffy- please, don’t do this!! baby!! it’s me!” you tried, as if a pathetic plea would stop such a monster..

*munch munch munch*

he eats you :3

if u like!!! pls lmk i love being praised 🙈

cw: fluff. alcohol.

You’re starting to think Nami must have known something you didn’t, when she whispered a couple weeks ago that Zoro didn’t drink around people he had found attractive into your ear out of the blue, swiveling in her barstool once before sauntering off, leaving you with that information to do what you will. 

Confused, you turned back to Robin and she smiled, knowingly, before she went back to enthusing you about a classic novel you’d both read as children. You remembered the smile, the apples of your cheeks warming slightly, most likely from the cider you’d taken hardy sips from without a sufficient snack (clearly not for any other reason at all), and went back to discussing the plight of your favorite side character. 

But by the end of the night, a furtive glance over your shoulder located him at the opposite end of the pub, focusing on keeping up with the men in the corner.

The longer you look, the more you realize he’s trying to not look in your direction.

Or perhaps you’re simply imagining it.

—

Perhaps you weren’t.

Two weeks later, you decide to test out this theory, shifting from your usual commiseration with the crew’s women and unwittingly Sanji to sidle up close to Zoro, who is four drinks in and the type of stoic that comes with a man trying very hard not to reveal that he’s at least a bit tipsy. He’s near the dart board, having ignored Franky’s demands to play pool despite Franky having destroyed at least two pool tables between grazing them with his cyborg forearms and leaning too hard on the table, instead opting to challenge a few of the bar’s regulars.

Playing darts while drunk is probably a dangerous affair, but it will probably take more than that to kill anyone in the immediate vicinity. 

Tapping his elbow gently to get his attention is possibly one move too far.

“Hey, you won’t hit anything that way,” you joke, adjusting his aim ever so slightly with a careful maneuver.

Zoro freezes for a moment at your touch, a soft pink suddenly painted over his facial features. For a moment you worry you’ve embarrassed him, until he slowly clears his throat.

“Move around me to my other side,” he says.

Surprised, but figuring he just wants you to be careful, you do so, and to your surprise, his hand slips around your waist gently, pulling you close before he throws the dart. 

Taken aback, your heart skips a beat.

“Bullseye,” he says under his breath, leaning into you. He hasn’t let go,in fact turns you towards him so that your noses are inches apart, and his voice is lower, smooth like the top shelf liquor he’s too unrefined to drink.

Your heart catches back the beat, and doubles its pace.

Zoro’s eyes are heavy lidded and immediately desire-filled, and he is so far from his usual self it actually startles you. Turning your gaze quickly to confirm the dart landed in the place where he says, you turn away from him but he resists for a split second, not enough to truly impede your motion but enough to communicate he liked holding you.

“Yeah, that seems about right,” you say, lamely, flustered. He trails behind you a couple paces, coming to a stop when he places his hands on your shoulders.

Again, too close.

“You don’t trust me?” he asks again. He chuckles slowly under his breath and you turn quickly to look him in the eye.

“Are you making fun of me?” is your first go-to response, hostile to overcompensate for your jarred response to his sudden affection.

He raises both hands in front of him in the guise of defeat.

“Would never,” he says, the stupid smile on his face an unnatural replacement for his usual scowl.

You open your mouth to say something else, unsure of what’s going on, when he pulls you into his chest suddenly, and you shriek; a dart whirs past you just behind your head.

“Sorry!” Luffy yells from a distance.

You would yell back for him to be careful, but your heart is pounding again. Zoro looks up at Luffy, and you expect him to revert back to his normal self and yell, but instead he gives him a disapproving look, then looks back at you. 

“You okay?”

He’s still looking at you like that again, like he both wants to keep you in his pocket but also may decide at some point to devour you, still deciding on which one.

Nami is right.

Zoro doesn’t drink around people he finds attractive, and for good reason.

Commission for @/DeeVee_Cake on twitter! Robin and Chopper having a chill reading session

THE SLEEPOVER

SLASHER! SABO x FEM! READER | Sexual & Dark Content

➛THE CABIN: a summer sexy horror event

MOODBOARD A/N: Thank you @dolcezzzza who hosted this event! I feel very grateful for being able to write this for my first collaboration, and it was very fun!!! Also, thank you to @downforsanji who helped me brainstorm some ideas!! There is also a special Ace appearance! I even included myself in it 🌚 do you know who I am? (HINT: I’m the college slut!)

SUMMARY: Games, drinks, and sex are what’s at your usual sleepover. In this sleepover, crushes, deception and corpses are additional and free!

WARNINGS: MODERN AU! DARK + SEXUAL CONTENT! Cursing, drinking, mentions of drugs, manipulation (if you squint), implied non-con, praising, nicknames, tw mentions of virginity + loss of virginity (reader), anxiety, rude-bitchy people, implied man handling, bondage, forced orgasms, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, doggy style, a bit of somnophilia, dacryphilia, overstimulation, dumbification, spanking, denial of condom use, gore, deaths, murder (homocide), blood, knives, basically kidnapping, and things around the topic of deception

WC: 6.8k

The summer sun died away into the horizon, leaving the sky to welcome the glowing moon. Sighing, you hugged your tiny backpack closer, letting it replace your fluffy teddy bear left behind at home. You needed to get yourself together, you’re an adult for god’s sake! You peered at the house before you, its rich glory beholding your wimpy presence. 

“Y/N!” 

One of your older friends, Ace had driven you to your so-called “sleepover”. He grinned brightly, waving you off, “Have fun now, sweetheart.” A smile tugged at your lips as you flipped him off, his playfulness cringing you. Cackling, he drove off, leaving you walking up the steps of the house. The eccentric red door complimented the creamy walls of the two-story building, with little to no windows at all. You glanced down at your outfit, worried about looking too skimpy. Your shorts barely hid your sunkissed legs, and your red flannel button-up was no better. At least, your beat-up sneakers had shown a bit of shine from the early morning's effort. 

It was, after all, miss popular’s sleepover. The late notice left you vexed. Why would she bother with you? She already had an army of Barbies and Kens. There was no use rejecting her, and hating her in the shadows didn’t help either. You raised your hand, decorated with camp bracelets and other jingles, and knocked meekly at the large door. Horridly, it opened, revealing the college slut.

“Ah,” Stacy sighed, “It’s you.” You bit back a retort, reserving to nod instead. She eyed you up and down, her eyelashes buttered with mascara and her face caked with makeup. “Well?” she asked, “Are you coming in or not?” Mumbling a sorry, you slipped under her arm and stepped inside. She closed the door, leading you towards the rest. The corridor of the house was decorated with cliche photos and other momentums. You took notice of her onesie, a white bunny suit-up with the whole collar and headband to compliment it. 

“Did we have to bring pajamas?” you asked, running a little to keep up with her, “I see that you’re wearing–” Stacy giggled, looking down at your sorry face, “No baby, this isn’t a sleepover. I just wore it to see what the boys would say, I’m such a cute bunny! Don’t you think so?” You gave her a quizzical look before smiling at her. “Sure, you’re adorable.”  Your anxiety got the best of you, this wasn’t a sleepover? You felt stupid bringing your flashlight, homemade snacks, and board games. Just get yourself together!

The smell of distinct pot and alcohol irritated you, making you scrunch your nose as you entered the living room. There were bowls of snacks strewed about, with the occasional mystery powders lingering in the corners. A few people sat on the couch and others were huddled in circles whispering gossip or shotgunning. Other than that, the room looked proper in your eyes. 

“Oh Y/N! You came?”

You licked your teeth as you turned around, seeing Miss Pop. “Of course, Ally, why wouldn’t I?” you lied, “You look amazing, by the way.” She was not. An ugly scrunchy held up her hair, her pajamas only being a hot pink juicy couture brand. Ally was practically Barbie with the number of plastic surgeries she had, might as well be a plastic bitch. She barely smiled at you, eyeing you up and down. “Why are you dressed like that? We’re not going camping love.” 

A fucking, plastic bitch indeed. “Oh sorry,” you began, trying to look resentful, “I didn’t–” Your gaze accidentally shifted to a blond behind her, his sweet and innocent laughter distracting you. He had the most dreamy smile, his soft lips pressing together each time he talked. Your mouth lay gaping, making Ally follow your eyes before snickering. “I see you found someone you like, Y/N,” she teased, “Let me introduce you to him, he’s–” 

“No.”

Your instant reply shocked you as much as her, leaving you stuttering, “N-No thank you, I mean, I’m fine.” She crossed her arms, humming slightly. “Alright then, well enjoy the party.” she grinned, sashaying her hair, “The games start at 9 pm.” Behind you, Stacy whispered into your ear, “I would talk to him by the way, I heard that he used to come from a rich family.” Your eyes were still mesmerized by him, taking a swig of his red plastic cup. “Really?” you muttered, clutching your backpack tighter. “Mhm, I’d fuck him, I think his name is Sabu or something.” she replied, patting your back, “I’m gonna find me a dick, bye baby!” 

Taking a deep sigh, you picked through the small crowds, heading towards the corner of the living room. You tucked your backpack into the unlit fireplace, only taking out your phone. It’s not like you were going to do much, you’d probably hang out for a few more hours before leaving. You glanced at the blond again. Maybe a little longer still. You tucked in your legs, squeezing yourself away from the crowd. There were perhaps 20 or so people, rumbling about and occasionally offering you drinks. 

The sleepover was long forgotten in your head, enamored by every little thing the man did. His round eyes sparkled as he spoke, his brows furrowing as he laughed, and his long gentle fingers caressing the counter he leaned on. His blue button-up complimented his fair hair, or was it his cute face? An almost ugly scar ran down his left eye, but it made him even more ethereal in your eyes. You watched him the entire hour, zoning out at the chaos around you. 

“Alright, babes!”

Ally’s voice snapped you back into focus. She had an empty beer bottle swinging in her hand as she drunkenly made it to the center of the room. Her heels were long gone when she stood on top of the small coffee table, motioning her guests forward. Stacy was coming downstairs with another dude, giggling as she pecked him once more. You stood up, dusting your bottom of any specks that lingered, and approached the center.

“We’re going to play a game and everyone has to join,” she began, waving her pointed finger, “Stacy~!” The slut took the bottle from her friend, finishing the last drops before adding, “We’re going to play 7 minutes in heaven! Fix up the room bitches! We’re going to be naughty tonight! Woo!” You hid your frown. What kind of high school shit was that? You hesitantly helped move around the couches and tables to the ends of the room, making space for everyone to sit. 

“Is the closet ready?” asked another, knocking on the white laundry door. Another girl popped her head out before nodding, “Do we have everyone here?” You bit your lip as you sat down, shying away from the other guests comfortably sitting next to you. A light chuckle brought your attention, making you turn around to see Sabu two people away from you. He’s so close! You didn’t notice that you were staring too long as he smiled, earning him a quick blush and turn. He smiled…at me! Perhaps it was better not to gawk at him... 

“Hey, Y/N!” shouted Ally, smirking as she motioned you forward, “Get the drinks from the kitchen, we need to make sure everyone is high as fuck, and that means you too babe.” You nodded as you quickly made it forward to the kitchen, grabbing a stack of plastic cups and the bag of alcoholic drinks. You knew that as long as you were in her house, with her people, it would be very likely that she’d use you as her puppy. The circle was filled with fewer guests than you predicted, it was at best a good 20 or so. You dropped the items near the middle of the circle, where everyone reached out and served themselves greedily. When you didn’t help yourself, Stacy passed you her cup, grinning as she whispered, “Don’t worry boo, mine is just sparkling water, I know you’re not a drinker.” You played in, taking the cup and sipping it lightly. 

“Aw, Y/N, you’re too sweet.”

The crowd seemed to gaze at you, Ally’s sly comment earning you at least a few snickers. “How about you take the first turn? Spin the bottle bitch.” she sneered. Your mouth gaped at her, bitch? Feeling your hand tremble, you reached out hesitantly to the glass beer, its cold touch almost menacing. With a flick of your hand, you sent it spinning, your anxiety building up as it decided your fate. What if you got a boy? Will you be able to play it cool? Or a girl? You could probably just shout your way out of that one... You held on to the fragile cup, leaning ever so forward. 

The bottle began to slow down.

And then it stopped.

On him.

Your eyes trailed up to the blond, his round orbs staring up at you innocently. “I-I don’t think that–” you began, but the crowd jeered at you, not letting you argue. Stacy had taken your cup, pushing you forward with a cackle. Panicking, you tried to make away, until Sabu grabbed your arm softly, freezing you in place. “Don’t tell me you’re going to run away from a poor guy like me, miss?” he said, smiling a little as he stood up. Another rush of anxiety ran through, did he actually want to do this? You bit your lip nervously, feeling the tension around the room arises; they were waiting for you. The sick faces of the guests didn’t help you, but the angel in front of you offered a light expression. He lifted his eyebrow, motioning his head to the closet with a grin still glued to his face. “Well?” he insisted before raising his hands in defense, “If you don’t want to then that’s fine with me, I’m just trying to–”

“Yeah, no–”  you replied instantly, “I don’t–let’s just go in…!” Sabu said no more as he took your hand like a gentleman, leading you gracefully to the cramped room. A blush crept at your face, this was too embarrassing! You glanced slightly at the crowd who snickered, and Ally who rested her chin on her fist deviously. She was up to something and you knew it, it was too evident from the way her eyes followed you. You forgot about the man who held your hand, his large one squeezing yours as he grabbed your attention. The door closed on you both with a shout, most likely a warning. 

You let go of his hand before shoving yourself into the corner of the closet, crossing your arms. Sabu clicked his tongue before leaning on the other end of the space as well, both of you reminiscing in silence. The space was almost stuffy with a lingering scent of rotten wood, and the absence of light didn’t motivate you to investigate. You felt your legs and arms stick with sweat, making you uncomfortable. A breathy sigh left your lips, “So...you’re Sabu?” His laughter broke the silence, surprising you as you scooched away. You could barely outline his figure, but the close approximation of his body heat aroused you. “Who told you I was Sabu?” he chuckled between bouts, “It’s Sabo!” You felt your cheeks burn at the embarrassment, damn that Stacy.

“O-oh really?” you muttered, looking down, “I’m sorry…” You felt a light rub on your head, its motion ruffling you a little. “Don’t worry,” he soothed, retreating his arm, “I don’t expect cute girls like you to know my name…besides, I’ve never seen you before so...” His comment added to your fluster, making you laugh a little, “You think I’m cute? Out of all the girls in the party?” Sabo leaned over you, almost trapping you in with his height. He whispered, “Yeah, I think you’re cute…sweet even.” A smile crept up your lips as you gazed up at him, letting him press his body against yours. “But you don’t even know me…” you replied quietly, “I was going to leave but you -uh–” You gulped down your saliva, his breath almost fanning your lips. “But what?” he asked huskily, pushing a leg in between your thighs. You bit back a squeak. 

“D-don’t you think this is going a bit too fast?” you began, a rush of panic forming, “I don’t think I should be doing this–” Sabo’s soft lips crashed into yours, eating your words. Your back was pinned flatly against the wall, leaving you no option to escape. His hands traveled down to the sides of your head, trying to push you to him. You let your hands travel up to his chest before turning your head away. He took this as an opportunity to travel kisses down your neck. His calm breathing contrasted with your rigid breaths, making you whimper as you tried to sink away. 

“S-sabo!” you gasped, punching his chest, “I don’t want to do this, I don’t want–” Your breath hitched when you saw him stare up at you, his eyes laced with love…and something almost menacing. A disappointed sigh left him, but he didn’t move. “You’re one of those girls then, I suppose?” he murmured. You, slightly offended spat back. “What do you mean one of those girls? Don’t mix me up with–”

“I’m saying that you’re a virgin.”

The silence was too loud. You shifted uncomfortably under him, were you that predictable? “But I’m not saying that's a bad thing of course,” he continued, “You probably aren’t ready yet, and I get that. I respect you, so I won’t try anything bad. But I was lucky enough to steal a kiss from you, right?” He laughed a little, giving you another peck on the cheek before retracting from you. You felt the warmth of his body begin to vanish, like an opportunity slipping away. 

It's not as if you were obliged to fuck him, it's just a game after all. But god, you’ve only actually known him for a few minutes and it was as if he had your entire heart. Sabo, the nice blond. He didn’t seem like the kind to hurt you, or else he wouldn’t have listened to you in the first place. You argued with yourself. He’s nice! He’s a really nice guy, so you wouldn’t mind him being your first? He did say he respected you, so you could trust him. 

It felt almost intoxicating.

“I-I am ready,” you said, more to yourself, “I was just thinking about it, y’know? Like…” You felt the need to explain more, and it didn’t feel right. A gut feeling resounded inside you, something almost regrettable.

But we all have something we always regret, right?

“So…you won’t push me away this time?” he teased, approaching you again, “I’m glad you figured that out for yourself, I knew you were a smart one.” His hands touched your skin once more, rubbing the soft flesh lightly. “A smart and pretty one.” You blushed, his words making you tremble and thankful that he couldn’t see your reaction. Sabo took the liberty of lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist, pinning you to the wall softly. “Let me take care of you then, pretty thing,” he cooed, kissing your lips. You melted over him, your fingers weaving through his curls. You let him take the lead. 

His mouth pressed hotly against yours, even with the occasional moan. A hand slipped through your shorts, groping and kneading your ass. You groaned onto him, growing limp at the makeout session. You tugged his lower lip before sucking on it lightly. You knew he liked it when he gasped and almost dropped you. “Let’s get rid of these shorts, shall we–” The blinding light interrupted you both with the howls of the guests. 

In those seven minutes, you forgot who you were. You felt yourself grow weak and timid again, tempted to just run away. You looked down at Sabo who dropped you an inch, and tucked your head into his shoulder. He shielded your burning face from everyone else like you were the most fragile thing in the world. Your hands were pressed in between your chest, your legs still dangling down his sides. 

“Looks like we got a new slut!! Give it up for Y/N the whore!!” 

The crowd howled louder, and your gut wrenched. Before you had a chance to break, Sabo calmly replied: “Shh, she’s sleeping. She passed out before I even got the chance to kiss her pretty face,” You felt him stroke your back pitifully. “I’m going to drop her off upstairs if you don’t mind.” A cackle left the host, “So she wimped out then? What a bitch!” Ally stood up from her spot, glaring at Sabo, “Would you still fuck her though? A sorry person like her should at least be grateful that I invited her.” The bitch laughed with her audience, “Just drop her off in whatever room, I don’t care, we’ll dump some cold-ass beer in her face when the party’s over.” You knew that it was crazy that Ally would bother inviting you to one of her wacky events, but her words still stabbed you like knives. You tried not to move or make a sound, but your shaking fit couldn’t bear with it anymore. 

“She’s cute,” Sabo repeated, laughing as well, “That’s all, see you later then.” He weaved through the circle, untouched by the commentary, and made it up the stairs. You didn’t say anything to him, and he didn’t either. The party resumed as the next person spun the bottle. You wouldn’t know who it was, and you didn’t want to. The strong arms that held you were your comfort right now, and that's all that mattered. You looked up at the blond again, catching a wisp of a dark aura –but quickly replaced with a smile. “Do you mean it?” you asked meekly. The door shut behind him as he set you on the fluffy bed. 

“Mean what?”

“That I’m cute.”

He grinned brightly, “Of course! It must’ve been fate that we met, a bad timing sure, but still fate.” He pressed you flat on the surface, your body splaying just for him. You gawked at the man, so innocent and so sweet. “If you don’t mind,” he added, unbuttoning his shirt, “I’d like you to be my girlfriend.” You blinked. “I-I mean,” he stuttered, realizing what he was asking, “I never had a girlfriend, and my brothers always brag about how happy they make them. And you make me happy and so–”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’ll be your girlfriend, just tell me about your brothers later, I’d love to know what kind of people they are.” His blushing mess was pushed away with playful laughter, “I said girlfriend, not wife, remember? I wouldn’t mind you being my wife too though…” You made the first move to push him over you, clashing lips yet again. He was as sweet and addicting as candy, and you savored him. “Hold up now, Y/N,” he groaned, “Take off your clothes first.” No second was wasted as you kicked off your shorts and rid of your blouse, leaving you in your underwear. You watched him undress, charmed at his pristine and perfect body. There was a trail of blond pubes near his V-line, and his body flexed when he tossed his pants. You saw him eye you again.

“O-Oh!” you realized, fumbling with your bra clasp. I’ve been staring for too long! “Here, let me help you,” he chuckled. He reached over you, unclasping it easily. You felt a little exposed as you still held onto the clothing. “C’mon,” he teased, “Let me see that beautiful body.” You did so hesitantly, letting your breasts bounce out freely. He smiled, “Put your hands up for me.” Obediently, you raised them, only to gasp when he pulled and tied them to the headboard. You didn’t get to process the moment well when he yanked off your panties, your cunt being hit with cold air.

“It's for precaution,” he insisted, “Open your mouth.” What precaution? Again, you opened up for him, and he stuffed your panties inside. You looked at him questionably, he must know what he’s doing…right? You bit the cloth, trying to spit it out. A slap on your thigh jolted you. “Don’t spit it out,” he warned, “I’ll have to punish you if you do, spread your legs now.” You didn’t listen the first time, keeping your legs shut. Sabo loomed over you, his husky voice ringing in your ear. 

“Don’t make me say it again, love.”

You gulped as you spread your legs slowly, feeling hot when he peppered you with kisses. “Good girl,” he praised, helping you push your legs up. Some doubt filled you, what if he doesn’t know what he doing? What if–? Your thoughts were snatched away when a wet and warm muscle licked up your slit. A strangled yelp left your throat when you bucked your hips. His tongue ran small kitten licks on your pussy, his hands making sure you kept your body down. There was something so alien, yet so pleasurable when he laid before you. 

His muscle circled your clit, kissing, sucking, and nibbling on it softly. Strings of muffled noises left your mouth as you whined against him. “You taste so fucking good, baby,” he groaned, inhaling your scent greedily, “Just look at you.” Sabo moved to hold your legs with one hand, the other traveling down to collect your sticky slick. Your teary eyes looked down at him, where he played with your essence in front of you. It stuck like strings over his long fingers and tasted like syrup to him when sucked them off. 

“I’m so lucky to be your first,” he whispered. You panicked when his tongue poked around your entrance. His fluffy hair tickled your thighs when he sang to himself, “Allllllll mineeee.” His fingers were quick to replace his tongue, tricking you evilly when he pushed a single digit inside you. Sabo was delighted to feel your tight walls clench around his one finger, “Now this won’t do at all, I’ll have to prep you well if I’m going to fit.” You groaned again, but he wasn’t wrong. He pushed another three digits inside, going knuckle deep as your pussy warmed them up. You lay still, growing accustomed to the stretch. “Ready?” he asked, slowly pumping his fingers. 

You nodded, breathing shakily when his digits began to stretch you painfully. He was extremely skilled with his hands, easily finding the spots that made you squirm and the ones that made you squeal the loudest. The wet splurging sounds of your sopping cunt resounded throughout the room, adding to the sweet tune that left your muffled mouth. You felt the burn in your tummy ignite more when he added his tongue to the mix, earning him a cry of pleasure as you shuddered before him. Your sweet pussy clenched around his digits when you arched your back, but he didn’t stop. Sabo still fingerfucked your throbbing hole, speeding up intentionally while he lapped up all spurting juices. He “helped” you overcome your first release, but even then it was too strong. Your arms grew sore over the headboard and your head lolled to the side with drool escaping your lips.

“Ah ah ah,” he tsked, “Don’t go down on me now, we haven’t even gotten to the best part.” The blond retreated his wet fingers, leaving your pussy empty and yearning for him. You felt your warm release trickle down as your legs were repositioned. Was this how it felt? To be loved? Sabo caged your upper body, grinning at your fucked out face. Your weak head was lifted, his rough and gentle fingers pulling out your wet panties. Some of your salivae still connected you to them. “Well, this isn’t going to work,” he sighed, tossing it to the side as he hooked his thumbs to the band of his black briefs. 

Your heart beat faster when you saw his dick. It was curved deliciously with its pink tip weeping slightly. But it was big. That wasn’t going to fit, it just can’t! “S-sab…!” you croaked, panicking, “N-Na fish no!” You pulled the restraints desperately, shaking your head in refusal. He was quick to slap your face awake, “Behave.” Your lover aggressively squeezed your cheeks, puckering your lips. “It will fit, so stop being so fussy.” With that, he untied the shirt that held your wrists and wrapped it around your mouth as a gag. He finished it off with a knot, your teeth poking out as you bit it. 

“Good girl.” he praised, pecking your forehead. You looked down at your wrists, burned by the mere cloth. Sabo moved back down on his knees as he dragged your thighs to cradle his hips. Your body hovered the bed, your arms finding leverage on the header again. Blinking a few times you remembered. You did your best to speak through the gag, “Chomdin! Chomdin!” His attention was lifted from your body, staring up at you in disbelief, “Condoms?” You nodded eagerly, safety first, right? He chuckled lightly at you before shaking his head, “Now where’s the fun in that? C’mon, lemme please you baby.” 

You didn’t get to argue back, screaming silently as he forced himself into your tight hole. You tried to smack his arms, holding onto him dearly with your head digging into the pillows. “Relax Y/N,” he grunted, rubbing small circles on your clit, “You’re making it really hard for me to fit y’know?” You shook your head, whimpering as your eyes stung with the pain. He slowly slid inside your sweet cunt, your previous mess helping him with the friction. You could tell that even you were too small for him. His face contorted as he bit his lip, panting when you squeezed his dick more. You could only hope that the pleasure rode out the pain.

“Y-you’re doing so good,” he hissed, digging his hand into the plush of your fat thigh, “Just keep taking me in like that…!” He was able to meet you halfway, giving up on you, but knowing full well that it near broke you. Your chest heaved, finally able to take a moment to breathe. You could barely see through your tearful eyes, sobbing at the blond. Fuck, it felt so good when he rutted himself inside you, almost making you forget about the tight grip you had on him. 

“Hold on.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, what does he mean hold on–? You were quickly answered. Your throat erupted once more for the night, moaning as your lover ruthlessly pounded into you. His groin slapped your skin eagerly, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. His hands moved to hold your waist, picking you up and shoving your harder. The erotic pleasure left you breathless, your body growing limp as you focused on the wet claps of sex clashing. Sabo barely let out any audible noise, and only rarely would you hear a growl followed by a string of curses. He adored your pretty pussy holding onto his dick, grinding and changing angles every few seconds. When you let out the most filthy moan of the night, he instantly ravaged you, forcing more of that melody to fill his ears. It didn’t matter if everyone discovered the noises above them, they can go to hell for all it mattered. Another mewl left your wet lips as the blond popped one of your breasts into his mouth. He licked and sucked your nipple before biting it softly. 

“That’s it,” he rasped, feeling your second orgasm fast approaching, “Cum for me baby, show me who makes you feel this good.” As if by command, your cunt spurted around him, letting lewd sounds harmonize with your choked wails. Sabo pulled out of you, a ring of your slick coating his cock. His throbbing length was still hard, leaving him dissatisfied. “One more round,” he insisted, ripping off the gag, “Go on all fours now baby,” You weakly mouthed a no, feeling yourself slip into the pleasures of sleep. 

And of course, he just couldn’t have that.

He roughly flipped you over like a ragdoll, grabbing your arms as he tied the gag again on your burned wrists. Your face squished against the pillows, and you bet you looked terrible. Your hair was probably messy right now, hell you probably even looked like a slut. Wet dribbles ran down your mouth, but you didn’t have the strength to close your lips shut. Your ass was raised to meet Sabo’s hips. He used a hand to position himself back into your pussy, and slipped back in easily. “See? I fit just like a glove now,” he chuckled, “Does it still hurt now?” You didn’t reply, you couldn’t. “Oh, that’s right, you can’t talk. Sorry love,” His large hand held your wrists up, making your upper body arch up and lift you from your slouch. 

“You can moan all you want now,” he said, shifting a little behind you, “Fuck, you can even scream if you’d like. Don’t worry about being heard, I’ll take care of that…” His last words were barely audible to you by the spank he gave your bum. You yelped, but that too was taken away. He began with his rough pace again, shaking your legs even worse when you couldn’t hold yourself up. You felt your eyes roll back as he practically fucked you into the mattress, only his grip keeping you up. Your breasts were teased by the sheets, being dragged back and forth. Sabo loosened up a little, letting more grunts escape him.

Your cunt squeezed and clenched around him ethereally, better than any other pussy he fucked before. There was something different about you, whether it be that he corrupted you completely or found himself falling for your sweet obedience. He loved seeing you go dumb on his cock, oh but he probably loved you better when you almost passed out from just his hands. He could easily force you into more submission if he wanted. Shit, he might actually keep you. 

Perhaps he will.

You clenched around him one more time, triggering both your releases as you finally knocked out. Sabo rode out his high slowly, shoving his seed deep inside. His cheeks burned and ran with the sweat trickling down his forehead. He retreated his dick, huffing a little at the sight of his cum dripping down the sheets. The blond pushed his hair back before dragging out a long sigh, beginning to clean up. Soft snores were audible to him as he untied your wrists and tucked you into the bed, he’ll be back for you later.

He sang to himself, picking up his clothes as he dressed himself back up. Glancing at the clock that read midnight, he led himself out, giving you one more look before heading back to the others. 

Something about tonight made him smile.

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You woke up not long after, aroused by sounds disturbing your sleep. You blinked away the tiredness, rolling lazily off the bed, and falling. Cursing, your legs barely lifted you, not to mention the dry stickiness in your legs pestered you as well. It took you a moment to realize what had just happened…

You literally fucked a guy.

A smile crept up your lips, and he was your boyfriend too! Ignoring the need to clean, you searched for your scattered clothes, eager to tell Stacy about your event. She wasn’t that bad for being in miss barbies army, so it didn’t seem terrible if you tell her the tea. You rinsed your face quickly in the connected bathroom and fixed your messy hair a little. After putting on your shoes, you walked right out, but something didn’t feel right.

It was too quiet.

Too silent.

Too….empty.

You tread carefully out into the hallway, looking both ways and not seeing a soul in sight. The house was dark, aside from the moonlight shining through the open windows. The scene felt straight out of a cliche horror movie, the reference not helping that sinking gut feeling. You walked down the stairs a little, peering over the railings gaps only to clasp your mouth in shock.

They were fucking dead. 

You held the vomit that threatened to spill. It looked as if there was an effort to spill as little blood as possible, but a struggle prevented it. Some people sat on the couches with slit throats, their blood a crescent shape as it ran down their clothes. Others were still on the floor in their circle. A few lay splayed, their faces stuck in horror. They were scared, and like a disease, it infected you too. You scanned the room for anyone alive, literally anyone. A noise behind you jolted you forward, causing you to fall and roll down the stairs. You silently screamed at the pain that shot up your leg, hoping that the perpetrator didn’t hear you. 

You sobbed again, forcing yourself to get back up and get your backpack. The smell of marijuana and alcohol still lingered in the room, hiding the smell of the rotting corpses. You were leaving, there was no need to play Sherlock and find who did it. Only you mattered, and you could only expect that Sabo was killed too. You passed through the litter, bile wanting to erupt from your throat. One of your hands held your limping leg steady, and the other muffled your mouth. You got your backpack, but its contents were spilled. 

Ally did it.

Your snacks were scattered and your board games torn, and worst of all— your phone was broken. That bitch! You headed to the door but were stopped by a tune coming from the kitchen. Shit. You quickly made back up the stairs, the killer would assume that he murdered everyone and then leave, right? You bit your lip to suppress your pain, successfully making it up. You gave downstairs a glance, and you almost believed you hallucinated, seeing a wisp of blond hair climb up. You quickly limped to the nearest doors, jumbling the knobs that refused to open. The steps were getting closer. You began to panic, reaching a white door at the end of the corridor that finally let you in. You opened it without a thought and slammed it shut.

“Y/N?”

You snapped your head behind you to see Stacy, her makeup ruined as she sat on the toilet. She sniffed as she dramatically cupped her mouth, “You’re alive? You’re alive!” You glanced behind her, gasping as you backed up. A bloody Ally lay in the tub, her face torn. It looked as if an animal ravaged her face, along with her stomach that spilled its contents on the white ceramic. “I-I tried to help her Y/N,” began Stacy, sobbing again, “But he fucking stabbed her! Again and again, like a crazy-ass psycho! I bet he’s still out there, I bet he’s trying to find me too and you as well–” You cut her off:

“Who??”

“Fucking Sabo!! The fucked up dude!”

You grimaced shaking your head, Sabo? He couldn’t do that, he…that’s just not him. His wide grin and innocent eyes came to mind. “It can’t be! I literally just fuc–” The brunette wailed at you, stabbing her finger, “You fucked him? Please tell me you didn’t! That son of a bitch??!!” You nodded slowly shaking as you turned to the door. Sabo’s no killer…was he? “Y-you’re lying!” you spat, “Sabo would never–” 

The splinters of crashing wood interrupted you both, making you run to the corner of the bathroom. Stacy screamed as shook you, “Did he follow you?” You looked at her fearfully, trembling as the missing patch of wood stuck out a gloved hand, reaching for the doorknob. It opened with a long creak.

Your heart sank.

Your boyfriend stood at the entrance, his knife stuck to the door as he glared at you both. His blue shirt was drenched with red. He softened a little when he saw you, “Ah, you’re here too?” You felt small and not a word peeped out of you. Stacy, on the other hand, had at least a little fight in her. 

“You bitchhh!!!” she screamed, launching herself on the blond with her nails, clawing at his face. But she would never have won in the first place. The silver metal impaled her, making her gasp loudly. “I don’t like girls like you, I’m afraid,” he said coldly, tossing her away. Sabo made his way toward you, opening his arms, “C’mon Y/N she was the last one, we can–” The slut attacked him again, pushing him over the tub where the host's corpse lay. “IT TAKES MORE THAN A STAB TO TAKE ME DOWN BITCH!!!” she screeched, trickles of blood running down her mouth. Sabo fell down with a grunt, giving you a chance to run. 

You limped as fast as a limped person could run, passing the corridor and making your way to the stairs. Your heart still throbbed for Sabo, still not accepting his inhumanity. Your escape was short-lived when you were pinned to the wall, stealing your air. You didn’t dare look up. 

“Y/N, look at me.”

You didn’t. 

“Y/N, I said look at me,” he repeated, more harshly. You still didn’t. He pressed on your wounded leg, earning him a yelp. Angrily, you peered up, hiding the tears he wanted to see. His face ran an ugly gash over his old scar, a last parting gift from Stacy. “Don’t ever do something like that, ever.” he hissed, digging at your wound again, “Is that clear?” You quickly nodded, your eyes glistening. Sabo smiled a little, letting the blood from his gloves swipe on your wet cheek. “You’re going to be with me from now on, okay? I'll give you everything you ever need, all I ask is that you be a good girl and listen.” You stared. He gripped your neck tightly, his hot breath fanning your ear, “Are we clear, I said?”

“Y-yes.”

He kissed your temple, pulling you to him and carrying you, “That's what I like to hear.” He helped you down the stairs, silently enjoying each whimper, tear, and sob that left you. Your little nose sniffed, hopeless at your situation. He expected this to go more smoothly, unlike his other jobs, but it doesn’t really matter in the end. As long as the job is done, then that’s an A+ in his book. He peered at the clock again, reading 1:30 am. His partner should arrive about now. 

“Why me?” you asked.

Sabo smiled, “I like you, that’s why.” He set you down by the door, a grave mistake. Before he had a chance to pull out his phone, you were already running outside. The cold air hit your legs and arms, your tears drying in the night air. Crickets chirped as you ran down the driveway, you had to run. And by luck, a familiar car passed by.

Ace!

You quickly limped over to the red vehicle, opening the doors hurriedly as you launched yourself in. “Ace! Ace!,” you began, your words coming out as croaks, “We have to go now, he’s coming! Drive! Ace!” The freckled raven watched you for a moment, baffled.

“Why’re you still alive?”

“W-what?” you whispered, trembling as his gaze shot you, “W-what do you mean Ace? What do you mean I’m still alive?” Your door was opened by the blond, who waved at the raven, “Hey brother, did she scare you?” When his eyes met yours, he stopped grinning. He pulled you out of the car roughly, shoving you into the back seats. “That wasn’t very nice Y/N,” he said, glowering over you, “I’ll teach you some manners later.” Ace dramatically gasped at you before howling, “Damnnnnn imagine?” He cackled as he greeted his brother, exchanging a handshake before igniting the engine.

“I thought we settled on everyone?” the driver asked, revving his way out of the neighborhood, “So why is she here?” You felt sick. Sabo glanced behind him, seeing you still tossed on the backseat with your wide doe-eyes, “She’s really…interesting if I put it simply.” He shifted his attention back to the road.

“Shit, I didn’t even know she had potential,” Ace whistles, “I know y’all fucked though,” He tapped his nose, “I can smell fresh sex y’know.” The men laughed loudly, passing jokes carefree. You looked outside of the window, pressing your red hands on the glass, fresh morning dew coating it. You couldn’t help but cry, you were stuck. No one would come to save you. Houses passed by, the night sky slowly readying itself for the glorious morning. The stars lost their twinkle as they stood over you, sadly whooshing away at your poor fate. 

And cruel fate it was. 

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characters. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji

cw. virginity loss / first time (luffy), cunnilingus, slight fingering, lowkey soft dom sanji, (slightly) pussydrunk luffy, nipple play, “captain”, unsafe sex (wrap it up), cumming inside then puling out

wc. 3k

a/n. hii! i finally finished this fic! im so excited to be posting it, since it took me longer than it shouldve. this hints quite a lot towards a pt2 so let me know if you would be interested in it, and yeah, thank you for being so patient since i know i posted a little teaser a while ago, hope you like it

“So, where do you wanna touch?” Sanji asks, his hands roaming over every inch of your exposed body. His touch feels heavenly, like it sets your skin on fire, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re just that desperate for his touch or if you’re nervous over this whole… situation.

Nevertheless, you’re still expecting an answer from him. His eyes are blown wide, he doesn’t know where to look, and he wishes he could look at all of you, all of the time. Sure, it’s his first time seeing a naked woman, but by god did the sight seem incomparable to anything he’s ever seen before.

He doesn’t know what to say, he can’t decide between what he wants to touch first. Maybe somewhere that would make you feel good, right? He’s watching Sanji, the way his fingers drag over your curves. You seem so receptive to it, and he can’t decide what would make you feel best.

Thankfully, Zoro’s voice alleviates the tension, “Why don’t you touch her here, I bet she’d love it” he says, pointing at your cunt. You squirm at the thought of being touched down there, you’re aching with want but you’re still nervous, having all these men around waiting on your every reaction.

“I don’t really know how” Luffy says, a sheepish expression on his face at the thought of doing something wrong in such an intimate moment.

“We can show you,” Zoro says. “Start here, on her thighs”

Luffy’s hand instantly lands on your thigh, unsure of what he should do next.

“You can kiss her too, here…” Zoro touches your inner thigh to point where Luffy can kiss you, “and here”, this time he points at your clit, but doesn’t touch you there, as much as you wish he would.

“Ok” he says. Such a simple and casual reply shouldn’t be followed by kisses that drive you crazy because of how close they are to your heat, and at the same time not close enough. Sanji’s chest presses against your back as you unknowingly lean against him. His fingers have started toying with your nipples now, tugging and rolling the little buds, anything to prompt more sounds from your sweet lips.

Your mind goes back to the man between your thighs, now that he’s started nipping at the skin of your thighs.

“Good,” Zoro praises. “Now here” he says, pointing again. Luffy is hesitant, but still lands a few gentle kisses on your clit, leaving you breathless and making you put a hand to your mouth.

“Don’t do that, angel” Sanji says behind you, his moves halting. “Let him hear how he’s making you feel”

You remove your hand as soon as you put it up, because how could you refuse the chef’s sultry toned request? A small gasp escaped from your lips when he kissed your clit again, and you looked between your legs to see him, his lips oh so close to where you were aching the most, and his eyes never leaving yours because he wanted to see the way your face contorted in pleasure.

His hands are placed on either side of your waist, and when he licks the first stripe up your folds and you squirm under his hold, his fingers tighten on your waist, sure to keep you in your place and leave marks. His touch is inexperienced and uncertain, almost as if he's afraid, but it's hard to focus when he's eagerly slurping at your cunt, wanting more of your bittersweet escence.

"Tell Luffy how you feel, pretty girl" Sanji whispers in your ear when he sees you grow restless under Luffy's hold.

"Feels good" you sigh, trying not to look down at the man between your thighs because you're afraid the sight will bring you more pleasure than the wet muscle that keeps lapping at your pussy. "R-really good… mm-!"

"Seems like you're doing it right, Luffy" Zoro pitches in. "She can barely talk, that's how you know you're doing a good job".

"Touch her clit while you eat her out" Sanji orders, making you whine at just the thought of it. Luffy follows instantly, his fingers on your clit, rubbing circles just like Zoro told him to.

The stimulation is too much, and not long after Luffy keeps abusing your cunt with his tongue and fingers, you're clenching around nothing as you orgasm.

"She's getting even more wet" Luffy points out, taking only a second away from your pussy to say that before he's back to licking and sucking everything that is spilling out of you.

You whine in complaint when he keeps lapping at your cunt well after you orgasmed, just on the brink of overstimulation.

"That's enough" Zoro says, pulling Luffy out of the trance and away from your heat. His chin is wet with your juices, and he keeps licking at his lips to savor the taste of your cunt in his mouth.

Sanji didn't even need to tell you to give Luffy some feedback this time, just leaning down to meet your gaze was enough to communicate what he wanted you to do.

"You did such a good job, Luffy" you said between pants, still coming down from your high. "You made me feel good, and I wanna return the favor"

You lean away from Sanji's chest, face to face with Luffy now. His chin is still drenched in your juices, but he quickly fixes that when he wipes his face with the back of his arm, all the while he keeps looking at you… mostly. Maybe his gaze is drifting down to your exposed breasts every few seconds, but he's really hoping you don't notice.

"You like them?" you ask, a last bit of your confidence shining through when you see how he peers at your body. He nods, not sure what to say. Now that he knows you don't mind, he's looking without any shame.

"You can touch" you say, and he doesn't waste any time before his hands are on your breasts, harshly grabbing at the flesh and making you let out a small gasp.

"Not so hard" you say, guiding his hand to where he can touch.

"Sorry…" he apologizes. His grip instantly loosens and he's looking to you, and the way you guide his fingers to touch you. "They're softer than I thought" He says, driving you to ask himself how many times he's thought about how soft your breasts would be.

"And here" Zoro points at your nipples. "She really likes it when you suck here"

Luffy doesn't immediately suck on them, he toys with them for a few seconds, enjoying the way they feel when he pinches and rolls them between his fingers. Then, when he's done feeling your breath fan against his cheek from how close you are to him and how desperate he's making you feel, he lowers his mouth on your nipple and suckles on them, looking up at your face to see how receptive you are to his touch.

You sigh at the feeling of his tongue on your sensitive buds, but you still manage to sit upright. One of his hands is holding the breast he's sucking on, and the other is toying with your other nipple, watching the way you lean into his touch.

"Luffy…" you sigh his name. He's still looking up at you, and now he's trailing his sloppy kisses up your chest, until he reaches your neck, where he sucks and bites marks that would be hard to cover up later on, but you couldn't care less when his hand was alsp trailing down to your core, feeling the way your cunt leaked down your thighs.

"Touch him" Sanji said, still sitting back against the headboard, watching the way you keen and buck your hips into Luffy's touch. He knows it's supposed to be about helping out his captain, but god did the sight before him make it so hard not to pull you back against his lap and grind into you. Maybe he'll find time to do that some other time.

As soon as your hand comes in contact with his clothed hardness, he sighs. He's not sure if its out of relief or pleasure, but fuck he doesn't care. He didn't realize how much he needed to be touched down there, and now that he was getting it, it was almost too much for him.

His eyes are clenched shut, but maybe it's better that way. If he saw the way you were looking at him, half lidded, dazed eyes while your hand was playing with his cock through his clothes, he wouldn't last any longer.

"Don't cum in your pants, you got something much better right here" Zoro says, his fingers grazing your slit, making you look at him. "You'll be a good girl for the captain, right?" he whispers. You nod, afraid to look at him knowing he's got that same piercing gaze that always makes you feel so intimidated.

"Y-yes" you whine, the hand that was teasing your core leaving all too soon and leaving you with the familiar empty feeling of your walls clenching around nothing.

Your hand leaves Luffy's bulge, much to his disappointment. You swear you could hear a small cry leave his lips, but he doesn't care as much when you toy with the hem of his pants, sliding down his shorts and underwear in one swift motion. He was well endowed, slender cock standing tall, speaking just how eager he was to go further.

You stroke him a few times, rubbing your thumb over his slit a few times, and watching the way his breath caught in his throat. The sounds he makes when you catch him by surprise like that are heavenly, and you're desperate to hear what he sounded like when he was buried deep within you.

You go back to your previous position, your legs spread to give him the perfect view of your leaking pussy. You're propped up on your elbows, following Luffy's nervous gaze up and down your body, but primarily focused between your legs.

"How do I… you know…?

"Don't worry" you ease him, "just c'mere".

He leans closer to your body, his arms on either side of you. His body was hot all over, and it felt so good to be pinned down by him. You raise one of your hands to trace over the scar on his chest, the skin warm to the touch.

He takes you by surprise this time when he cups your face and kisses you, his inexperienced mouth doing his best to follow your movements. He kisses messily, just like everything he does, but its the best kiss you've had in a long time, sloppy tongues touching anything they can, and trying to keep in sync with everything you do.

Eventually, you pull away. Throwing your head back to catch your breath and feeling the string of saliva that connects your mouth to his. It's hot, his breath is heavy against your cleavage, but he's still not done. He leaves more kisses on the corner of your mouth, your chin, any skin he can find, he"s covered it with his lips while he starts grinding down on you.

"Luffy…" he didn't think he could like the way his name sounds so much, but your voice made it sound so good, the way it rolled off your tongue had him bucking his hips into you, his cock sliding between your folds.

"Please-!" you whimper, but he cuts you off with another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

He feels so needy, he wants to touch every inch of your skin with his lips, he's never felt anything like this and he loves everything about it. The way he wants to go even further with you, and at the same time he wants to savor every second he spends next to you is driving him crazy.

"Put it in" you say, your brows furrowed over your clenched eyes. Before he can do anything, your hand slides down between both of your bodies and grips his cock, guiding him to your entrance until the head is lined up with your hole.

As he slowly sunk into your walls, he thought about all the sex stories his crewmates told him, and how he always doubted sex could be all that.

Fuck. They were right.

The way your warm walls are wrapping around his length is enough to prove his crewmates were not exaggerating. It was everything he expected and so much more.

When he noticed how close he was to your chest, he quickly latched his mouth on one of your pebbled nipples to take his mind off the pleasure. He wasn't sure how long he'd last if he didn't have some kind of distraction.

He listened closely to every breath, every whine, every sound from you, as little as it might be. His hands are on either side of your body, and now that he's not attached to your breast anymore his breaths are heavy, still close to your chest and shuddering against your skin.

"You can cum, if you want to" you say, noticing how much of a hard time he seemed to be going through.

"No, I w-wanna… I wanna make you feel good too" he says, barely able to get out the words because he didn't want to keep you waiting any longer. He slid out until all you could feel was his tip, hot and throbbing, and slipped right back in until your clit was grazing his skin.

Nothing could've prepared him for the warmth and the wetness of your walls, so maybe that's why he goes in a frenzy and starts thrusting sporadically, uneven shoves of his hips that make you gasp and throw your head back because you weren't expecting him to slam into you with such force.

"F-fuck" you curse under your breath, you're trying not to say anything about the way he's reaching places you didn't know existed, but it's becoming harder and harder with every passing moment he keeps the taunting rhythm against you.

"Slow down," Sanji said, coming to your aid. "It'll feel better if you start slow, and then go faster".

It's almost painful to Luffy to stop right now when it felt so good, a big part of him wanted to chase that high, but as soon as he started taking his time with his thrusts and paying attention to all your moans and whines, he found himself wanting to make the moment last.

You're breathless, just like he is. You're both a panting mess holding onto each other, desperate to feel the heat from both of your bodies. His hands are caressing every incb of your skin, and yours are trailing your nails down his back, anything to relieve some of the pleasure that overwhelmed you.

You're so engulfed in the moment, you almost forgot about the two other men in the room, the ones who had been so kind as to show this boy how to fuck you properly. You look at them, sitting on the side as they watch their captain fuck their crewmate, both with equally large and vidible bulges in their pants.

You make a little reminder to pay them back for the favor.

"'m so close" Luffy says, or whines. You're not sure what he's saying anymore, and you don't know why you're making promises like that when you're sure to be exhausted after Luffy is done splitting you in half.

Your hips are bucking against him, making him feel like he's deeper in your walls, if that was even possible. He's hitting all the right spots and fuck… this is supposed to be his first time, how is he so good at this?

Your orgasm is so close, you can practically taste the sweet high. His hands have settled on either side of your head, his own head down and almost between your boobs again. He wants to cum so badly already, and it's taking every ounce of willpower in his body not to. That and the fact he can still feelt he way you clenched around his tongue when he was eating you out, and he's eager to find out how that would feel when he's inside of you.

Every thrust brings you closer to the edge until you're on the brink, and the only thing that pushes you over is the sounds he makes, or rather the ones he's trying – but failing – to hide. His whines are muffled with the skin of your chest, and his groans are held back when he bites his lips, but they're still so noticeable and the thought of him being this needy for you makes you finally cum, walls clenching around him and nails raking down his back, though he couldn't care less with the way you keep sucking him in.

It's like a vice, and every time he keeps trying to pull out your walls don't let him.

“Captain-!” you moan, so sensitive after cumming, you didn’t even think twice about what you were calling him. And fuck, why does that make him feel like that?

It’s not like he hasn’t heard you call him that every other day, it's the way everyone addresses him, but the way it rolls off your lips in such a sultry and breathless way, and rigt now out of all times quickly drives him to his own orgasm with hot spurts of his cum inside of you, but he quickly pulls out because he wants to see the way your folds look covered in his seed, and by god is it the prettiest sight he's seen all night.

Luffy's heard so many stories of first times gone terribly wrong, it was almost an irrational fear of his that the same things would happen to him. Thankfully, his friends were kind enough to convince the beautiful girl from their crew, it would only be fair if he shared her with them next time, right?

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can you guys watch my puppy luffy while i go eat… make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐞

You and Law use his devil fruit abilities, but for all the wrong reasons... Plus part two: You decide to get back at Law for teasing you, with a certain request...

Note: This was my most popular fic back on my main account, "Body Swap", now being reposted here for my Most Popular Fics Event, under a new name! Please keep in mind these were some of the earliest smut fics I ever wrote (Almost 2 years ago), so it isn't representative of my current writing abilities. Regardless, I'm glad to see that so many people enjoyed reading them.

Warnings: smut, fem reader, use of Law's heart-swapping ability.

Typically, once you got a good idea, it wouldn’t leave your mind.

Except that you didn’t know if this was exactly a good idea.

You tried ignoring it as much as possible. But how could you?! It was becoming too much for you to handle.

Sitting in the kitchen, you were eating your dinner with a few other crew mates. The others had been trying to talk to you, but you didn’t listen. It wasn’t that you were ignoring them, no. You just had too much on your mind.

“I think (Name)’s sick,” Bepo said, poking at your arm, but you kept staring ahead, at nothing. “She’s unresponsive…”

“But definitely conscious. That’s odd,” Ikkaku noted.

“Maybe we should take her to captain,” Penguin suggested. “He’d know what to do!”

“About what?” Law asked, entering the kitchen.

“Oh! Captain, thank goodness, (Name)’s acting weird. We think she may be sick!”

You let out a small gasp, face turning red at Law’s voice

“Is she choking?!” Shachi yelled.

Law took a look at you. The answer was clearly no. You almost seemed embarrassed. But about what?

“(Name)-ya.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you turned to look at your boyfriend. “Law…”

“Come on, let me have a look at you,” he motioned for you to get up and follow him.

You followed Law through the halls of the submarine, all the way down to his bedroom. He sat you down on the bed before closing the door, and crossing his arms.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“Umm… nothing,” you lied.

“Nothing?”

The two of you stared at each other, Law waiting for you to break.

“Ok! Fine. I just… had something on my mind and was very distracted.”

Law raised an eyebrow, not looking very amused. “Distracted?”

“Yeah… um. Got a lot on my mind, y’know…”

“Then tell me what’s on your mind. What could possibly be so distracting that you weren’t even acknowledging everyone around you… ah. But then I walked in.”

Your face went red again.

“You were thinking about me.” He said. “How am I that distracting?”

“Oh, well. Um… I just… had an idea,” you mumbled, looking down.

Law moved closer to you, standing inches away from you now. “An idea?”

You were too embarrassed. It was stupid and he’d never agree to it. But quietly, as though you were genuinely afraid of saying it, you told him your idea.

Then Law’s face turned a little red.

“See, it’s a horrible idea. But I can’t stop thinking about it,” you whined. “Sorry…”

“No. It’s not horrible, just… a bit out there.”

Was he seriously about to agree?!

“We can try it,” he told you. “Since you can’t stop thinking about it. Lay down.”

You laid back against the soft pillows, crossing your hands and waiting for him to make the next move.

Law slid his shirt off, and grabbed kikoku from where it leaned against his desk, walking back over to you.

“Undress at least a little, to make it easier,” he said, standing beside you now.

You slid your shorts off and removed the top you had on off, leaving you in just your rather cute set of undergarments.

Law moved to get on top of you, sitting on his knees, around your legs.

“…you sure about this?” He hesitated.

“We’re already here, aren’t we?” You asked.

Deciding to just get it over with and wanting this over as soon as possible, Law created a room.

He slid the katana out of its case, and closed his eyes.

“Just do it! Before I freak out and back out!” You yelled.

“Ugh. Shambles,” he said as he did a thrusting motion toward your body, then back at himself.

You felt oddly dizzy, and suddenly…

You were now in Law’s spot, holding the katana exactly how he had been seconds ago. Except that you were still underneath him…. But it was just your body.

Now you were panicking. This was a bad idea, why did you even think of it in the first place?!

Looking down, you saw that you were Law… and he was you. Your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth as if you were about to scream. But before you could get more than a “Ah!” out, your (Law’s?) hand was covering your mouth.

“Let’s get this over with, I don’t like looking at myself like this…” he said.

Sliding kikoku back into its case and setting it aside, you slid a hand onto your chest, not being used to how… er, flat… it was. “Woah,” you muttered.

“Stop that! It’s weird!” Law snapped.

“No, this is so weird! I’m so used to.. uh… having boobs.”

Law then rolled his eyes, but… he didn’t want to admit that he was also curious. He looked down at your chest.

“Try it,” you said, taking his hands and placing them on your body’s chest. “This is crazy.”

Law wanted to yell at you for forcing him to grab your boobs, but… it was rather fascinating.

“I get to live like that, all day every day,” you said. “Wait…”

Then you slapped his hands out of the way and grabbed your own boobs, squeezing. “This is awesome,” you giggled.

“Quit making it weird!” He yelled.

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” you said, removing your hands. “So…”

“Did you forget how to take off your clothes?” He asked, watching you just sit there.

“N-no! I’ve just never done it from this point of view before!”

You carefully took off Law’s signature jeans. Then, you looked down at yourself. Feeling unsure, you pulled off your panties.

Then you screamed, fully this time, seeing your own pussy. “What the hell! It looks like that?!” You cried.

“(Name)! Stop that shit, you’re making this way less sexy than you made it sound!”

Curiously, you reached out and poked at your clit, and Law hissed, eyes widening. Then you slid a finger down the slit, feeling how wet it was. “Aw, you’re wet for me,” you giggled.

You inserted a tattooed finger into your cunt, feeling the ridges along the walls of your hole. Law let out a small moan, face red in embarrassment.

Adding another finger, you fully began fingering your cunt. Law’s hands flew up to grab at your wrist, stopping you. He was breathing heavily and your body’s legs were twitching.

“Stop. It’s too much,” he panted.

“Oh, is it?” You asked. “It’s too much for you but I take it for hours and hours, begging for more every time. You’re such a baby, Law.”

You pulled your hand away, and then pulled his cock out. You stared at it in awe, feeling like your mind was gonna explode.

“This is so weird!” You exclaimed. “This is how it feels to have a boner?!”

“(Name)-ya, just get on with it already,” Law sighed.

“Fine, fine,” you said. Awkwardly trying to line his cock up with your cunt. You teased him by rubbing against it but not sliding in.

“Sure you’ll be able to handle it?” You asked. “You couldn’t even take fifteen seconds of me fingering you.”

“I don’t care anymore,” Law huffed.

“Alright. But don’t act all mad when you can’t do it.”

When the last word left your mouth, you slid his cock into your throbbing cunt, and grabbed onto your hips.

You moaned a little, loving how you squeezed his cock.

Law tried covering his face and biting onto one of your hands to stop himself from moaning.

You tried thrusting, unsure of how exactly you were supposed to do so… since you’d always been on the receiving end. And it wasn’t like you were always watching Law’s hips and studying how it was done.

As you got the hang of it, Law could no longer hide his moans. You could feel your cunt throbbing more, your legs wrapping around his and squeezing you. You tried going faster, and moaned at the sensation.

“Mmm, moan louder, Law. I wanna hear you cry like a little whore,” you said, leaning down to suck on your own breast.

Taking the nipple in your mouth and harshly sucking, Law let out the most lewd moan you’d ever heard from him. You stumbled in your movements, hips twitching at the sound. “Law, I’m close…”

“You better not- ugh- get yourself pregnant,” he muttered in between moans.

“Mmm, but that would be so hot, you getting to feel the way I do when you stuff me with cum. Oh!” you gripped harder at your hips and shoved his cock deep into your cunt, unloading into yourself with a loud moan.

Law yelped, squeezing his eyes shut as he too came, but through your body. You collapsed onto him, still buried inside your cunt.

“How’d it feel?” You asked, a smirk on your face.

“Now I almost feel sorry for you,” he panted. “You take way more than that when I fuck you…”

“Hmm, well, how about next time I make you suck your own cock?” You suggested with a giggle.

“There will not be a next time,” he huffed.

“Aww, but this was so fun,” you whined. “In fact, I wanna stay here… you feel so nice and warm around my cock.”

“Your cock?” He glared at you. He wasn’t actually angry but it was incredibly embarrassing to let you take control like this, and now you were getting cocky.

“Sorry,” you said. “But now I see why you never let me go after one round.”

“Okay, whatever. Change us back. Now.”

Sighing defeatedly, you sat back up and slid his cock away from your cunt, watching his seed spill out. His cock twitched again.

“Umm… how do I do that?” You asked.

Law rolled his eyes. “You should know, you watched me do it.”

“But I’ve still never done it myself!”

“You take the katana and say ‘room’, then thrust it at our bodies and say ‘shambles’,” he instructed.

“Okay…” you took the katana into your hand and did as he said.

And suddenly… now you were underneath him, back in your own body.

“That was easy,” you giggled, trying to get up so you could put your clothes back on.

But Law pushed you back down. “You think I’m letting you get away with that, you little demon?”

Boy, were you in for a punishment…

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When the idea returned to you, it came at a rather convenient time.

You’d thought about it since that evening, sure. But you were unsure if Law would ever agree to doing it again, so eventually… it slipped your mind.

But then now, you simply couldn’t get it off your mind.

You’d been laying in bed with Law, both of you unable to sleep that particular night. He’d been reading a book, an arm wrapped around you, holding you close to his bare tattooed chest.

He’d been teasing you all day, and now all evening. Throwing you suggestive smirks or subtly winking at you throughout the day, lingering touches, and at one point he’d even smacked your ass as you headed out of a room. Now, his hand that was around you was pinching at your nipple through your tight tank top, and every time you’d whimper he’d let out a faint chuckle, making you even more frustrated.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you slipped a hand down to your panties, sliding it under and began slowly stroking your folds with one finger, trying to get yourself wet enough to finger yourself.

You thought about that evening. The way Law moaned like a little slut, whining about how it was too much for him to handle when you’d barely touched him (you?).

You moved your finger up just a little to your clit, and began rubbing at the bud of nerves. You let out a soft whine, rolling over just a little, still in Law’s hold.

Surely he’d noticed. He was in no way oblivious to anything. You looked back at him, seeing his cocky smirk on his face. He glanced at you, making eye contact for just a second, before looking back to his book.

Feeling wet enough, you slid two fingers inside yourself, letting out the most lewd, cute moan you possibly could, trying to get Law’s attention.

But he didn’t move.

So you kept your fingers moving, sliding them inside yourself and rubbing your fingertips along your tight walls. Law pinched your nipple again, this time much harder than he was before. You let out another whimper, frustrated that that was all he would do to you, when you wanted so much more.

“Law, please,” you whined.

“What, (Name)-ya?” He was pretending to not notice.

“Law, I need you.”

“For what?” He taunted.

“To satisfy me! You wouldn’t make your girlfriend do it all herself, would you? Leave me all helpless and fingering myself, when I really want you.”

“I wouldn’t put it past me,” he replied.

“Ugh! Law, come on! You’ve been teasing me all day,” you yelled, sliding your fingers out of yourself and moving to sit up, facing him.

“Do something about it, then,” he told you, looking back to his book.

“Fine,” you muttered. Without hesitating, you moved your hand that you’d just been pleasuring yourself with up to his mouth, forcing your still wet fingers inside.

His eyes went wide and he tried cursing at you, but it all sounded muffled due to your fingers. When he shut up and began licking your fingers, sliding his tongue around and down them, lapping up your juices, you nearly came right then and there, letting out a moan at the sight and feeling.

You pulled away after a moment, and when you did you replaced your hand with your lips, kissing him and tasting yourself mixed with his spit.

“That was so hot, Law,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Really?” He set his book aside and put a hand against your head, deepening the kiss.

“Mhm.”

Your legs were trembling as you kneeled on top of him, the dirty sounds of your mouths going straight to your cunt and making you feel like you could cum without any physical touch to it.

You pulled away, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself. “Law, I know you’ll probably punish me again, but I want to try swapping bodies again.”

“Shit, (Name). Don’t you know how…” he trailed off, looking away from you.

“Embarrassing that was? For you? I do, and I would kill to see that again. When I was fingering myself, that was all I could think about, your little whimpers and moans-“

“Alright, stop. I’ll do it,” he said to shut you up.

You let out a delighted hum, removing yourself from his lap and happily getting up to grab kikoku. When you returned to him, you basically shoved the katana into his hand and eagerly waited for him to switch you two.

“Room.”

Your smile grew bigger, unable to contain your excitement.

“Shambles.”

And in a blink, you were now where Law had been laying, holding the katana in your right hand.

Law was on his (or your? You still didn’t know exactly how to refer to this). knees, just as you had been seconds before.

You put kikoku away, and didn’t hesitate for a second to rip the sweatpants Law had on off.

“Remember what I said last time?” You asked him.

He clearly looked unnerved at seeing your voice come from his mouth, but he nodded slowly.

“Tell me,” you said.

Law let out a sigh, looking down. “You said… you wanted me to suck my own cock.”

You giggled, moving to hold his face between your hands, gently squishing your face’s cheeks together. “That’s right, my little whore.”

You placed a kiss on your own lips, and then laid back, taking his cock in your hand and stroking yourself.

“Now come do it,” you told him.

Law slowly moved to get between his own legs, and you could tell he felt absolutely humiliated right now.

“(Name)… I don’t know how to do this.”

“Never sucked dick before?” You teased. “Maybe my body will just naturally know how, I do it for you all the time, after all.”

But he didn’t look reassured.

“Just take a little at a time and breathe through your nose,” you said, patting him on the head.

Hesitantly, Law poked his tongue out and took a small lick at himself.

“Don’t know why I thought there’d be much of a taste…” he mumbled.

“Well you lick my skin, don’t you? It should be like that.”

“I suppose so.” With that he took just the smallest bit of the top into his mouth. He gently sucked, and you let out a loud moan.

“Jeez, (Name). I barely did anything.”

“I know… but I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Oh, so now you’re the one who can’t handle it?” He mocked you, grinning. “Then I’ll make you cry like a little bitch.”

Now, he took as much in as he possibly could (for someone who’d never done this before), and licked and sucked with no remorse.

You cried out, twisting his hands into your hair and trying to shove him on deeper without hurting him.

“Law, Law! Feels so good,” you whined.

Feeling confident at his regain of control, Law took his own cock all the way, deepthroating himself at this point. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to mimic your movements from the many times when he’d watched you do this.

“Law, I’m gonna-“

He pulled away without warning, and you groaned in frustration.

“What? Too scared to taste your own cum?!” You asked, slightly upset.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” he said. “It’s not happening.”

“Ugh, I hate you,” you fell back into the pillows, crossing your arms.

Law simply chuckled, and you could feel him moving. But you were still mad, so you didn’t look down at him.

Suddenly, you felt his cock wrapped in something warm… but this wasn’t like when you’d fucked yourself…

Curious, you sat up again and looked down to see what he was doing.

You were surprised to find your own breasts wrapped around his cock, Law trying to move your upper body up and down along his shaft.

“Fuck- Law.”

With each movement up, you felt him just barely take the tip into his mouth, licking at it.

It wasn’t long before you felt like cumming again. His hands resumed their positions within your own hair, and you cried as his body shook, cumming all over your chest, and a little bit onto your face.

Law pulled away, staring down at himself and seeing the cum covering him.

“Now you know how that feels,” you muttered, trying to catch your breath.

Law was curious, and through half-lidded eyes, you watched him take a finger up to your breasts and swipe some of his seed away. He lifted it just in front of your face, staring at it. He wanted a taste, that dirty bastard.

“No, let me do it!” You protested, smacking his hand away and wiping his cum onto your fingers. You desperately wanted to feel him suck on your fingers again.

Instead of forcing yourself in this time, you held a tattooed hand up in front of him, waiting for him to take the fingers into his mouth when he was ready.

It took him a moment, but Law eventually tasted himself, taking a small lick off your finger at first.

“Hmm.”

“Doesn’t it taste good? It’s ‘cause you’re a nice clean man, you know.” You giggled.

Law shot you a confused look, and you giggled some more.

“Want more?”

He hesitated, but ended up taking his fingers into your mouth once again, and you moaned as the feeling you loved so much returned to you. Even though this time it looked like yourself doing it, it was just so hot to watch Law suck on your fingers.

By the time he was done, his cock was hardened again and you were ready to go for another round.

“Should I eat myself out, finger you, or just fuck you right now?” You asked, a menacing grin on your face.

“You deserve to be forced down between your own legs and eat yourself out like a dirty slut,” he responded. “But-“

“You wouldn’t be able to handle that, would you, Law?”

“Shut up.” He muttered.

“Well, okay. How about I just get you all wet, and fuck you? Does that sound ok?”

“Fine.”

So, you slid your panties off your body, leaving him fully nude within your body. Normally, you’d never be turned on to the sight of seeing yourself like this, but knowing that it was really Law in there, you felt very good about it.

You took Law’s left hand and rubbed your clit for a couple minutes, knowing it was the fastest way to get yourself wet. But Law was not used to such a feeling, and he began whining and moaning as soon as you touched it.

“(Name)-ya, please…”

You wanted to moan yourself, loving the way he moaned your name. It was so pathetic and cute.

“(Name)!”

“Okay,” you said, pulling his hand away. “It’s too much for you, I understand. But now…”

You pushed him down onto his back, and pulled your own legs over his shoulders. You felt even more turned on, knowing he was going to feel the sting in your legs as you bent and pushed them while you fucked him.

You took his cock into your hand, and lined it up with your soaked cunt.

“If it’s too much, squeeze my thigh, okay?”

“Whatever,” he grumbled. He clearly hated the position he was in.

And then, you slid into yourself, welcoming the feeling of your walls squeezing down and throbbing on his cock. It was a feeling you’d never get tired of.

You let Law get adjusted for a moment, and then began slamming in and out, the position he was in allowing you to go even deeper than you had last time.

“Mmm, so tight, Law. You’re such a good little slut,” you whimpered.

He moaned and cried, grabbing onto his own arms, unable to get a grip on himself. It was so pleasing to watch, the way his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth wide open as he moaned your name over and over again.

“Fuck, Law, I’m gonna cum again!” You cried.

“(Name)-ya, please… shit.”

You thrusted as deep as you possibly could, feeling your cunt clamp down on his cock and squeezing you so perfectly.

“Fuck, Law!”

Your hips trembled as you came, deep inside of yourself. You kept thrusting, fucking his cum all the way into yourself.

“(Name)-ya, I-“

You felt as your walls squeezed even harder, and Law came around his own cock. As you slowed your thrusts, you could see the mixed cum around his cock, and you couldn’t help but cum just a little bit more, within your own cunt again.

You pulled out, falling back onto the pillows.

“Switch us, now,” Law demanded.

As soon as you regained your breath, you grabbed the katana and did exactly as you had last time.

And then you were now laying on your back, feeling filled up and sensitive. You’d fucked yourself pretty good.

While you were laying back, you had your eyes closed. You had to regain your breath again, being in a different, more fucked-out body.

You hadn’t noticed when Law’s head was pushed down between your legs, his tongue sliding within your folds.

You screamed at the contact, jumping a little and squashing his head with your thighs.

After a moment, Law began smacking your thigh, demanding for you to let go of his head.

When you did, you saw that he was licking up the mixed cum, and then he was crawling on top of you, pushing your mouth open and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

He was feeding you his own cum.

You swallowed it all, sucking it off his tongue and licking within his mouth along his teeth and lips, making sure there wasn’t a drop left.

“Law, that’s so fucking disgusting. Do it again,” you told him.

“No, I figured I’d leave some in there. Maybe this time you’ll get yourself pregnant, hm?”

Your cunt throbbed again. “Fuck, Law! Don’t say shit like that, you asshole!”

He chuckled and put his pants back on, going back to laying in bed with his book.

“You’re not gonna help me?” You whined.

“Fine, if you insist, (name)-ya.”

He took a cloth and wiped up whatever cum had spilled out of your cunt, along with the older cum on your chest and slid your panties back onto you, before handing your tank top back over.

“Better?” Law asked.

“Mhm. Now cuddle me,” you requested.

Law lifted his arm up, and you laid down, head on his chest. His arm fell down around you, and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep to the sound of his heart beating.

cowboy law u r so important 2 me

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