I Just Need More Time To Be Loved By You (roronoa Zoro X Reader)

CALL ME AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND...

i <3 <3 <3 @shy-writer-999's 1-800-LONELYCHEF fic. drew a wholllleee fuckin' spread about it. (posted this the looong way for mobile users! horizontal img + details under the cut!)

✮ — warrior’s executioner. 

you’re an earthquake that rocks his steady rhythm. 

tags — zoro x afab!reader. 1.3k wc. soft -> rough, like really, dappled with a lot of prose (i hope they make sense tbh). huge cock!zoro. creampie. a LOT of cum, sue me. cervix fucking. very explicit smut. minors, blank, and ageless blogs dni.

from hunter — i… don’t know. i felt so, so, soft for zoro in this fine afternoon. this fic made me vulnerable lmao. this is hardly proofread btw. ✮

imbued with an ache for glory since the sprout of his childhood, the way of the warrior lives in zoro’s skin and bones like a malignant disease of no existing palliative. he inhales the roughened edges of a samurai’s principle like air his lungs need to survive. these beliefs are claws of death that have grazed him one too many times, yet he wears the thousand cuts with pride. 

they whisper about him across the four seas: the devil wearing a human’s flesh, they say, siphoning his unyielding strength from the depths of hell. enemies see his swords like the embodiment of death, the extended hands of sharp torment, while allies revere his strength. 

his hands are tainted with blood from hard won victories. and zoro has never even thought of cleaning the proof of endless wars snaking along the lines of his palms until he’s met you. 

“are you sure you want this?” zoro asks for what seems like the third time, and for each you answer him with a feathery chuckle. “i don’t want to hurt you.” 

“you won’t hurt me, zoro.” there’s a spark of assurance in your eyes, fueled by conviction that it would take more than his tenacity to inflict pain upon you. 

zoro admires you for it; he desires you for that inelastic poise. and so he moistens his lips, guiding the raw end of his cock through your supple pussy lips. he’s been leaking like crazy, transparent lines of precum smeared all over your bare stomach where his rigid cock had been resting.

he palms his girth as if to soothe the stiffness; he’s unimaginably hard, pulsing with fierce vivacity. tremors rack zoro’s body, not on the account of anxiety, such is a distant feeling, but because of how much he wants to shove his thick cock right into your pussy, fuck you until your insides crumble.

“spread your legs wider for me,” he whispers, breath catching up in his throat when he feels the wet caress of your slabbering cunt around his flushed cocktip. 

you share a shuddering breath when he sheathes himself to the hilt, closing his good eye in concentration, in savoring the gummy embrace of your pussy around his twitching shaft. all the might and the brawn he’s built for years now melts into a thick puddle underneath his wavering feet. 

you’re an earthquake that rocks his steady rhythm. 

hovering above you, cautious as to not crush your ribcage with the weight of his immeasurable desire and wanton lust, zoro moves with calculated tempo. he pitches his head right below your chin, staggering breath fanning the crater between your collarbones. seconds— a dribble of a moment within which he loses his composure— that’s all it has taken for his gruff hand to cage the tender flesh of your waist and pull you with snapping vitality, therefore burying his hungry cock further in your insides. 

with an obscene yelp, you toss your head back. your weakened frame finds its leverage on zoro’s broad shoulders, leaving wild stripes of crimson on his golden skin with your nails. you can feel the ridges of his girth, the angry veins scraping your cunt repeatedly, making the little wet hole swell. 

“i’m sorry,” zoro confesses softly against your heated cheeks. “did i hurt you?”

you wish you can pour your heart out and say no, he’s not hurting you and he never will. tears grace the corner of your eyes, from the fluttering emotions hugging your belly, and you can only shake your head. at last, your hands find the curve of his flushed cheeks. he looks feverish, pushed into perpetual agony and terror of breaking you. like you’ve never done before, you tug him by the face and seal his lips with a kiss that quickly forms a whorl of saliva inside your mouths. you never let him go. 

zoro’s heart will burst, he swears it will. the unspoken consent triggers his primal need, the animalistic urge of wanting to prove how you drive him to the edge of insanity.

he pounds your pussy like a mad man freed from restraints. he folds your knees to fuck you properly while watching your cunt swallow his needy cock to the base. there are strings of transparent liquid connecting your pussy to his shaft, augmenting the smacking sound whenever he brings his weight down your soiled cervix. hungrily, repeatedly, mercilessly. 

“z… zoro!” your unabating and quivered chant injected with pleasure. “more… i need you— want you.”

need. 

his eye dilates as the word flows inside his system. he slides his upper body down to meet yours, a breathless yet fervent chuckle rising from his throat. zoro has been maiming your cervix with his insatiable cock for what seems like forever now. he’s been fucking you so maniacally that his bladder shudders and your pussy has turned a damped mess under his vigorous thrusts. all this is accompanied with brutal strength. 

instead of cowering away, you tell him to sink in you deeper. 

you, who emit the air of lavender blossoms and speak with honey in your mouth. you, whose featherlight touch whispers life into every withered thing. you, who keep a universe of all things soft and kind and gentle locked inside your velvet chest. 

“you’re perfect,” zoro murmurs against your mouth, pinning his cock one more time to your slabbering cunt. “and you’re mine.”

your belly heats up from the fervid claim. rapture, its pleasurable hand reaching for you, as zoro’s movements become deliberately slow. his spine moves like waves, the roll of his hips jittery yet deep. you feel it all at once when he pops your hardened nipple in his mouth. zoro suckles, salivating around the areola while maintaining his slow pace.

the heat picks up its intensity, along with the furiously lewd moan gaining strength and fleeing your lips. caged in a bubble of sensitivity that will burst at the seams with an airy touch, you clamp a hand over your mouth but zoro takes your wrist to pin beside your head. his final savage thrust sends rolling waves of euphoria squeezing your chest until the only way you can breathe again is to shout his name with a piece of your soul attached in it. 

zoro tattoos your expression in a huge part of his memory; the narrow of your brows, how your pretty lips shape his name, and the tears of release like silver satin adorning your eyes. with that image he buries his cock between your velvety walls, down and down until his cocktip meets your cervix again, and there— bouts of thick cum burst in your uterus. 

he screams your name, placing his life and his love between its syllables. you touch his face, soothing his shivers, but he just won’t stop filling your womb with fresh and viscid cum like he’s not busted a fat nut in a hundred years. zoro’s eye teared up at the sensation. 

“i… i can’t stop. fuck— it’s seeping. fuck, fuck—”

you lock your legs around his hips. “let it all out.”

zoro admits defeat and collapses on top of you. his cock continues to plug your pussy with blobs of cum. he withers beside you, then, and finally pulls out achingly. even without the grip of your cunt his swollen tip lazily oozes all over the sheets. 

“how are you feeling?” he tucks you in, securing your body with the warmth of his. 

“definitely sore,” you breathe, tracing the mark of stitches on his chest with a delicate finger. “but happy. how about you?”

he ponders at the question. how does he feel, truly? once, he wondered if his tenacity is just another word for wickedness and if shedding blood is the only purpose his unmatched strength serves. he pondered about the hunger he’s shackled in his core and whether it could only be satiated as he felled each enemy with a sword. 

zoro fears that he’ll never learn how to hold you close to his heart without tarnishing the perpetual twinkle of light in your luminescent eyes. but then he kisses you, and you do not flinch from its violence. 

zoro has found the answer, then. 

how could he ever hurt you when you make him tender?

how could he ever hurt you when you turn him to pieces?

luffy + stretching (nsfw)

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it was so easy to lose sight of the fact that luffy was, at his core, a man—he was more than just a myth, or your captain, or even your friend—he was human to the fullest extent, freer in spirit than anyone you've ever known. certain things capture his limited attention span, and he pursues them with his entire being without care or a second thought, and, for better or for worse, his current focus is on you.

wide eyes blown out, he's fascinated by the way he can stretch himself long enough to see the tip of his cock slightly bulging out of your abdomen. more than fully sheathed within your walls, his gaze is glued to your midsection, watching himself inside of you. every so often he glances back up to make sure your face is screwed together in pleasure and not pain, though with the way his length batters your insides, the sensation rides a thin line.

"shishishi—is it a bit too much for you?" he laughs, slowing down the brutal pace of his thrusts as he notices a tear pricking out of the corner of your eye. letting out a sigh, you nod slightly, and he eases the stretch of his cock a bit, giving you a slight reprieve as he bends his neck down to meet your core, licking a warm stripe across your clit that elicits needy whines from your lips; "gonna make ya' feel so good..." he mumbles against you as he continues to fuck into you, his tongue eagerly meeting the roll of your hips.

you weren't sure how long this little fixation of his, his addiction to pulling pleasure out of you, would last, so you soak up every bit of it while you still can. feverishly rocking your hips against his mouth while he fills you up, there's seemingly no start and end to your climax; each time you think you've fall from your high, his cock prods against your sweet spot just right, or his tongue drags across your clit so deliciously that the coil just snaps.

and then he pulls his mouth away, returning to his earlier, harsher pace and stretching out his cock to stuff you to the brim once more, though now you're so soaked that the pain from before barely registers—instead, he grins as you beg him for more.

no one told me funimation brook sounds gay as hell

Law living his dream

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.

Heaven

Both reader and luffy are virgins who've been dating for a little while. Luffy's been ready for a while cause I don't see luffy viewing sex as that big of a deal in his mind (he's so into physical contact that I don't think he'd be nervous for sex, I just think he'd be excited to be that close to someone. does that make sense? idk it makes sense in my head lmfao), but reader's been hesitant so they've waited until now when reader is ready

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x afab!reader

WC: 2.2k

CW: established relationship, groping, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), virginity loss (both), unprotected penetrative sex, soft sex, it's really quite sweet/cute, kinda sappy ending

18+ MDNI

500 follower event

You giggle, tightening your arms around Luffy’s neck as he carries you to the bedroom. The look on his face is eager and focused as he walks you straight past the rest of the crew, ignoring them.

You burry you face in the crook of his neck to hide your blush, shaking your head in affectionate annoyance. His arms tighten around you as he steps over the threshold to your bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him and drops you onto the bed, pausing for a moment to grin.

You blush harder, self-conscious despite your fully clothed state. You avert your gaze, scooting back to rest against the pillows. Your movement breaks Luffy’s trance, and he crawls after you.

His arms cage you in as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. Your arms wrap around his neck of their own accord as you tilt your head up to meet him. Your lips meet his eagerly, a moan escaping you as his hips grind into yours.

You can feel his smile against your lips as he repeats the movement, drawing another moan from you. Your lips part, deepening the kiss as you feel your arousal build.

Your hand tangles into his hair, pulling his face closer to yours, reveling in the way his tongue meets yours. His hips continuing to grind against yours sparks a deeper need in you, your arousal growing.

You break the kiss, blinking your eyes open to meet his. He looks dazed, his eyes focusing on your swollen lips.

“Luffy,” You breathe, your flush deepening. You’re speaking faster than your brain can catch, the words spilling out of you. “I’m ready for more. I- I’m ready for. Um. All of it.”

It takes a moment for the words to register, giving you time to squirm, suddenly self-conscious once more. When your words click, his eyes snap up to yours, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah?”

You nod, biting your lip nervously. Neither you nor Luffy had ever had sex before. You knew it wasn’t a big deal for him. He’d been ready from the moment he met you. You were the one who’d been hesitant, and to your relief he had never pressed the issue, patiently waiting for you to be ready.

His lips crash against yours, kissing you with renewed excitement. You gasp, and he takes advantage of your parted lips to push his tongue into your mouth, tangling it messily with yours. He breaks the kiss as suddenly as he started it, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with lust.

“You’re absolutely certain? I gotta hear you say it again, sweets.”

“I’m sure.” You whisper, squirming under his uncharacteristically intense gaze. “I’m ready to have sex with you. I want it.”

He beams, littering wet kisses all over your face. It makes you giggle, and you try half-heartedly to swat him away. The act only makes him laugh, too.

“Good, sweets. I’m ready too. Oh, this is gonna be great!” His face is lit up with excitement, and you recognize the single-minded focus in his eyes.

He works his way down your body, leaving kisses and red marks in his wake. Your shirt’s been pushed up to expose our bra. His lips are on your stomach, right above your waistband. His dark eyes flick up to yours once more, hand hovering over the button of your pants, waiting for your permission to pull them off.

You nod, lifting your hips to make it easier as he yanks your pants and underwear off in one move, too quick for you to register. Before you have the chance to be embarrassed by your exposed state, Luffy’s repositioning himself between your thighs, shifting your legs open and continuing his kisses across the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

You gasp, a hand coming down to tangle in his messy hair. Your eyes are dazed as you use your other arm to prop yourself up enough to watch him. His hair tickles your inner thighs, so close to your heat that it makes you squirm. His hands tighten on your legs, holding you still.

He bites gently into your thigh, making you whimper. It doesn’t hurt, it only serves to heighten your need. He reluctantly pulls away, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

“Can I taste you?”

“Can you– what?” You choke out, caught off guard by the intensity in his eyes.

“Taste you.” He repeats. “I wanna eat your pussy.”

Your jaw drops at his shamelessly lewd words. He continues looking up at you, patiently waiting for your answer. The look in his eyes paired with your almost painful arousal has you nodding, giving him permission.

Luffy doesn’t hesitate, rubbery tongue licking a stripe between your folds. You choke out a cry, hand tightening in his hair as your head falls back. He groans at the taste of you, the vibration through your sensitive pussy making you whimper.

His lips latch around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. Meanwhile, a single finger circles your tight hole. It pushes inside of you slowly, making you gasp. You’d used your own fingers on yourself before, but his stretched you in a new way.

The combination of his mouth on your sensitive clit and his finger breaching your tight hole has your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast.

His finger is longer than your own, and when he crooks it upwards, he makes contact with the spot inside of you that you’d never been able to reach.

Your head spins as a cry leaves you, your orgasm slamming into you suddenly. He grins against your clit, continuing to rub the spongey spot inside of you as your walls clench around him. Your orgasm is more powerful than you’d ever known, you back arching off the bed as your whole body shakes.

You come down slowly, muscles weak as you try to push him away, the overstimulation making you whine. He obeys reluctantly, pouting as he pushes himself up to kneel between your thighs. He brings the finger drenched with your arousal up to his lips. You can do nothing but watch with wide eyes as he sucks the finger into his mouth, shutting his eyes with a content moan.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

Your breath comes out in heavy gasps as you watch. You quickly feel yourself getting wet again, craving the feeling of being full once more.

“Luffy,” You whimper, unable to form a complete thought at the moment.

He grins, always knowing what you need. His arms bracket your head again as he leans down, kissing you again. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the lewdness of it making your head spin.

He breaks the kiss, pulling you up enough to tug your shirt over your head. He tosses it on the floor, your bra quick to follow. He lays you back down, large hand groping your breast as he kisses you again.

Your legs wrap around his waist, dragging his hips against yours. You break the kiss with a pout, raking your gaze over him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks breathlessly.

“You’re still fully dressed.”

He laughs, shaking his head and pushing himself back up to kneeling. He tugs his vest off so quickly you can’t help but laugh. You push yourself up, reaching a hand out to trace over the lines of his scar.

He unbuttons his shorts, tugging them down as much as he can before laying back down over you and kicking them the rest of the way off. You laugh harder, shaking your head at him. He grins dumbly back at you, leaning forward for another kiss.

He has one hand wrapped around his cock, rock-hard and leaking. His other hand is placed next to your head to keep him up. You watch in awe as he drags his thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum and using it to ease his movements as he pumps his cock slowly.

He takes in your parted lips and wide eyes, and pauses. “We can stop, if you want.”

You shake your head immediately. “Please don’t. I want this. I want you. So badly, Luffy.”

A wide smile spreads across his face once more, and he nods. He rubs his cock through your folds slowly, covering it in your juices. You gasp every time his tip nudges your clit, and you don’t miss the way that makes him smirk.

He takes a deep breath, finally nestling his cock against your hole. His eyes move up to meet yours once more, the intimacy of the moment growing. He leans down, resting his forehead against yours as he carefully pushes his cock into your tight hole.

A gasp escapes you at the first stretch, your hands flying up to brace against his shoulders. He pauses with only the tip inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust. You nod when you’re ready, tapping his shoulder as well.

He presses his lips to yours again in a soft, sweet kiss as he pushes his cock further into you. The stretch of it burns, though to your relief it doesn’t truly hurt. You shift slightly as he pauses again, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position.

“You doing okay?” He asks quietly, his voice strained.

You nod, peeling your eyes open to meet his gaze. “I’m good, Luff. You?”

“Really good. Really, really good. Fuck, sweets. You feel so perfect around my cock,” He babbles, pushing himself up to look down at where you’re joined. “So wet and warm. And you’re squeezing me so fucking well. God, it’s fucking heaven.”

You moan softly at his words, using your grip on his shoulders to pull him down into a heated kiss. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, opening yourself up more for him.

He carefully pushes the rest of the way into you with a groan. The burn quickly fades into pleasure as he holds still, uncharacteristically patient as he waits for your sign to move. You’re starting to agree with him. The feeling of fullness you have with his cock inside of you is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He keeps his forehead against yours, breaths mingling as you take a moment to revel in the closeness.

“Move, Luffy,” You whisper, the need for more growing in you quickly.

He nods, pulling his forehead off of yours as he pulls out slowly, leaving only the tip inside. He pushes back in, just as slow. The drag of his cock against your walls makes you sigh. He repeats his movements, slowly picking up speed until he finds a steady rhythm.

He moves one of his hands over to grab your thigh, gripping it tightly and tugging it away from his waist. He shifts his hand into the underside of your thigh, pushing it into the mattress and opening you up more for him.

The shift in positions has the head of his cock perfectly brushing your g-spot with every thrust. You moan, tossing your head back as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

His lips connect with yours once more in a bruising kiss. It’s messy and uncoordinated as both of you spiral towards your climaxes.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly. Your vision goes black from the intensity of it all, a loud cry tearing out of you. Your back arches, your tits pressing into his scarred chest as he pulls his lips away from yours, trailing messy wet kisses over your jaw and neck.

His hips stutter as he feels your walls clenching around him, squeezing his cock and pushing him over the edge of his own orgasm.

Your fluttering walls milk his cum out of him as you shake with the aftershocks of your high. He buries himself as deep as possible into you, his hips flush with yours as he grinds them against you. His moans are muffled as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you as his seed spills out of him, filling you up.

You both come down slowly. Your hand strokes his hair lazily as he peels his face away from your neck, a dopey smile on his lips that no doubt matches your own.

His lips meet yours in a slow, gentle kiss. He pulls away, looking down at where you’re still joined. He pulls out slowly, but it still makes you wince. His eyes watch you carefully, making sure he’s causing you any real pain.

You sigh softly as he finally pulls free of you, the emptiness you’re left with making you pout. Luffy’s quick to kiss the pout away, making you smile instead.

“How do you feel?” He looks nervous, eyes raking over your body as if he can read your thoughts in your body language.

Your hands reach out to cup his cheeks, forcing his eyes to meet yours as your smile widens. “I feel really good. That was perfect, Luff.” He grins, finally rolling off of you and collapsing onto the bed next to you with a laugh. “I think so too. I wanna do it again. Often.” You laugh, turning your head so that you’re looking at him. “I like that plan.”

He turns his head too, meeting your eyes, “I love you.”

Your smile is bright enough to drown out the sun as you laugh and say, “I love you, too.”

need to redecorate

summary: y/n and trafalgar law are in a new relationship, but haven’t met irl yet.

cw: MDNI, smut, law being a creep, spit, slight dom!law, p in v fucking, edging

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~

he wonders how he was able to bag a girl like you. your supple skin, thick ass and thighs. he was obsessed with the way that you’re always wearing mini skirts that are just a tad too small. he love the pudge of your stomach that puffs so softly out of the hem line.

he’s here again, back at this overpriced indie coffee shop. he knows your exact order and the approximate time frame of your arrival. he is waiting for you. not to pick you up or grab a coffee with you. but to get more images for his collection.

she was so perfect ‘n bubbly he thought, needed to capture her in every moment. when you’re grocery shopping, picking up meds, soaking up some sun while you’re in your backyard. he even has some tasteful shots of you undressing.

he finally notices you leaving the coffee shop with your cup in hand and hips swaying softly.

he has a drone. he would never bring his camera out like this, not where people could see him being a freak. his best shots always came from his camera though. the harder to get the sweeter the treat he thought. but with you just running errands, this would have to do. he’s lucky to have found one small enough to just slip past your mind and not notice it.

he glides the flying camera in your direction, lining up the angles perfectly. “my angel, such ‘n airhead. how have you not found me out yet.” he sighs and takes multiple shots of your body. he absolutely cannot not wait for these photos to develop, you looked delicious.

~

he is now hanging up his prizes from the day onto his wall. carefully placing each one with a few command strips, he could never damage his works of art with a stupid tack. ugh the thought of that disgusts him. law thinks he is a famous photographer. his works should be hung up in a museum (his bedroom).

he was especially excited for tonight though. such a cute and sweet event. tonight he’d get to watch a movie with you and it was also your one month anniversary. getting to see your face on his monitor would make his day. you always looked so innocently beautiful in the setting of your pretty room. sitting there listening to him speak with your dolly eyes.

it never felt weird being in a relationship with you considering you’ve never met in person. it’s been mentioned, but somehow one of you is always unavailable. one month isn’t even that long, he thought. i’ll be ready soon, i just uhh need to ‘redecorate.’

~

“happy one month anniversary babiee!!!” you sang on the other line. oh how you looked so stunning for him. silk cami resting pretty on your neckline and no bra. you felt so cheeky. seeing the attractive man on the other side sent butterflies to your tummy. his dark features cascading in his dark room. truthfully, kinda eery but ohhh so sexy.

his face warmed up at the sight of you. smiling warmly. his golden eyes picking up beautifully in the screen of your small laptop. “y/a ya~. happy anniversary,,,, ~pookie~.” he giggles at that last part. he’s definitely picking up some your language even if he denies that he isn’t.

after assessing our options. law agreed to your suggestion. we were going to watch {MOVIE}. law had everything all set up and had the movie on pause. “you have your snacks baby?” his voice was getting crunchy in the speakers of your old computer. stupid internet. you hummed and cuddled up with your blankets waiting for him to press play.

~

“babe.”

… he didn’t hear you.

“baby.”

“hmm?” his confused little face popped into frame. “yn ya~ what’s wrong?”

you sighed whilst sitting up, meticulously propping up on your tits so he could see you better. “the movies’ so blurry. can’t i just come over~”

law could hear you loud and clear. ‘come over?’ he thought. fuck what was he going to do. he’d love nothing more than for you to come lay with him and ‘watch’ movies. there’s just a small problem, his shrines. it’s about time you two get together, he just needed to be careful.

quick calculations and possible solutions are racing through his mind. uhhh she lives about twenty ish minutes from my place,,, i think i can do something.

he hesitated before speaking, “uhhm y- yea let me send you my address.” him actually agreeing made you so happy! you finally got to see you cute boyfriend! and on our anniversary too, what a treat! cartoony hearts were practically spinning around your head.

“oh okay!! i’m just gonna grab my things ‘n i’ll come over” you blew law a quick kissy through your camera and shut off your monitor. you were so excited.

“shit- twenty minutes to ‘redecorate’, i can do this.” law is panicking.

~

your bag’s keychains jingled against your body as you made your way up to his door, wrist immediately knocking agains the wood. a few moments pass as you anticipate his presence.

when you saw him standing there in front of you you were in awe. his skin glowing under the moonlight, he looked so perfect. was he sweating?

“y/a ya~” his voice is dripping with honey. it made you feel numb. he leaned down to kiss your lips. slender fingers coming to hold you cheek. your lips met his, his taste making you feel intoxicated.

“happy anniversary pretty~ let’s get inside” he reaches for you hand and you can’t help but notice how clammy they are. awe was he nervous? teehehe such a cutie.

~

movie long forgotten, law had you pinned beneath him. eyes assaulting every inch in your body. his thin fingers moving themselves to push on the plush of your inner thighs. “you’re so soft baby~” his fingers were toying with the seams of your panties. “‘nd soo wet already huh?” his eyes flicker to your own.

“shhhiiit ahh~ mhm yes laww” you whine out, dying for a taste. seeing pictures is nowhere near comparable to the real thing. you can already see his dick in his jeans and can’t help but arch your back at your imagination.

“want to feel me baby? let me take good care of you.” he sees your eager nodding and slips you out of your your soaking panties. his fingers are fumbling as he is trying to lower his boxers and unzip his jeans. “god yes law pleaSE.” two of his fingers slip past your fold with ease. noticing your arousal he swirls his digits around, collecting your juices. fuck your so slick, he wraps his fist around his thick cock to spread your liquid. he hisses at the relief.

“gonna fuck you good doll, just say my name for me, okay?” he whines as he gets to push just a little bit past his tip “shhhiiiitttt.”

“law please baby .. haahh~ more hmm.”

you can’t help but moan at his painfully slow movements. you can see it in his face too, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, it’s easy to tell that he wants to move too, but fucking you slowww is driving the both of you insane. his rhythm is picking up causing you to drool and mutter nonsense.

he puts a finger on your mouth pressing down firm against the pad of your tounge then moves to get in between your teeth. he’s adding one more digit to your mouth before using them to try and spread your mouth.

“open your mouth yn ya~” his eyes are lust filled as you see him start to collect spit in his own. he is fucking you faster now and with each thrust and shake, you’re eager to open your mouth for him. wanting to accept any liquid he has to offer.

“such a filthy girl y/a.” he missed, just a little. his fingers come up to rub some of the saliva away. you swallowed the remaining liquid and beg for him to go deeper. “fuck y/n you want it that bad huh, haaah~ tell me,, who’s pussy ‘s this?” his hand come to lay on your neck, squeezing tightly on both sides of your windpipe. he is struggling to hear you and pulls his dick out. “speak baby~”

feeling his length suddenly go missing from your cunt has you in tears. you were so close and full, now nothing. “law fuckk baby i was gonna cu-” he cuts you off and squeezes on your neck harder. “i said whos fuckin pussy ‘s this?”

white spots are forming in the corners of your vision, too close to your orgasm to black out now so you fight to speak back to him. “ahh, it’s ‘s yours law!! fuck- only yourss~” his grip on you looses ever so slightly but still keeps his hand there.

his lips curl into a smirk as he lines you up again. his heat filling you just right, and hearing his breathy whimpers were just enough to get you there. “such a good girl for me fuckk taking me so well baby i feel you suckin me in haahh-”

his dick so perfect for your hole, leaking soo much for him. cleanching down hard, you are ready for release. “law~ fuck s-so close, please uSE ME!” he lifts your knees to hit your most sensitive spot harder. his hips working against your aching body recklessly. you could tell he was close.

“shiit just just like tha baby,, right- ahh right fuckING THERE AHHH KEEP- keep goiNG♡” you walls are contracting hard on his cock almost milking him. your legs are shaking violently as you feel your orgasm start to take control of your whole body. hearing his moans has you squirting around him.

“fuck baby where do you want me to cum?”

comeing down from your high you manage to respond to him. “come on my tits.” you pull your shirt up slightly so he could decorate your pretty breasts with his semen.

he thinks your such a dirty girl and he’s obsessed with it. he pulled his thick, dripping cock from your hole and tightly squeezed around his creamy base. fuck he looked soo good like this, you could practically see his eyes rolling back as he fucking his fist above you. glimmers of sweat beaded on his forehead has him looking so angelic, it’s making your tummy do flips again. a gasp leaves his lips as he shoots his hot load across your breasts and swollen nipples. his breaths sending shockwaves to your aching cunt. he falls down close to you and kisses your forehead.

“happy one month y/n ya~”

~

after suddenly waking up, you notice a rough edge scratching your arm. reaching in between his mattress and the box spring, you pull on the foreign object and discover it’s a loose photo. oh it’s you. you giggle. you find him so endearing and obsessive…

unfortunately for him it was a blurry one, but you had an idea. while law was asleep, fucked out, you decided to gift him something better. his polaroid was placed on his desk so you had a mini photo shoot. you took only a few, one of your tits, still somewhat crusted with his cum. and a couple of your thighs and ass. and the final touch being a lipstick kiss stain in the corner of each one. you placed the camera back in its spot and tucked away your custom pieces of art with his other photographs. he will find them eventually. teheheh you’re welcome my love xx

*& we sleep again zzz*

an: y/n is a freak

“𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧!”

cw: fem!reader, needy luffy, no prep, creampie, multiple orgasms, doggy, luffy likes being called captain

«please y/n, I don’t think I can continue like this. I need it.» Luffy whines for the nth time on this very day.

Since the moment he gained consciousness after waking up, he had been following you around whilst begging to let him fuck you. His cock was as hard as stone, straining against his pants; he was desperate for relief. It hurt like hell, he was almost teary eyed from the painful throbbing he had to bear for the whole day.

«I said no, I’m busy now.» you firmly voice your reason, causing him to plop next to your legs along a loud groan of his frustration.

«please, I tried with my hands, but it doesn’t feel as good as you. PLEASE!!» his fingers wrap around your leg, he peers up at you through his lashes. An adorable pout, and glossy eyes that were begging and screaming for your help. You sigh, unable to leave him in that painful state for any longer. And you might as well relieve yourself too, since you were starting to get stressed by your work. So you succumbed into his needs, without a disregard for the sense of pride that burned in your chest at the thought of Luffy not being able to cum without your help.

«okay-» immediately, your words were cut off by his needy mouth. He messily kisses you, biting and licking everything he came in contact with. His hands wander to your breasts, he squeezed the plush mounds causing you to gasp softly, and allowing his tongue to access the inside of your mouth.

Luffy pulls away while panting heavily, his hands fumbled with his pants, clumsily ridding himself of his clothes before pulling you from your seat to do the same for you.

«we don’t need a mattress, you can handle some back pain.» he grins widely, then he pushes you to the ground, and situates himself between your legs. He bends over to catch your lips once again, his phallus rested on your belly; it leaked to leave a small puddle on your abdomen. He grinds himself against you, brushing to stimulate your clit and eliciting soft moans from you.

«c’mon Luffy, just fuck me already-Ah!» he plunges himself into you without a warning, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, only pushing him deeper.

«SHIT! ‘S good. Fu-hnn-ck.» he whimpers, his hips stuttering messily, and miserably desperate.

His thrusts were manic, blaring whines and groans bounced off the walls; indicating the sinful play that was occurring inside.

«pleasepleaseplease y/n let me cum inside.» he pleaded against your ear. Hot breath dancing at the crook of your neck as ragged breaths left him. «wanna stay in-inside for a bit, nice and wa-warm.»

«cum inside me, Luffy!» your brain was turned off, only thinking with your pussy. Wanting nothing more than to having him ramming his cock into your sopping hole, until you’ve melted into one with the floor. He lets out breathless giggles, trailing wet kisses along your décolletage, while his lunatic hips continued to slam against yours.

«do I make you feel as good as you make me?»

«Yes! You make me feel so fucking good, captain!»

In an instant of a second, thick ropes of cum sprayed to coat your insides. Hs gasped loudly, almost as if he wasn’t expecting it to happen. His eyes crossed under his lids, his cock twitched uncontrollably as he continued to fuck you through his orgasm. He mewls, biting his bottom lip as he gazes down at your fucked out face. You were too lost in bliss to realize that he had came already, and was chasing another orgasm.

«call me captain again.» he demands huskily. You mindlessly nod, rolling your hips to miss his own. Luffy glances down to watch where your bodies connect, your cunt fluttered around him, squeezing tightly as you reached your peak. Your body shook under him, overstimulation stabbing your insides like little needles. The painfully delicious friction dragging against your velvety walls, it was making your brain pour out incomprehensible words into the tip of your tongue. Luffy smiles smugly, he grabs your legs and flips you over your stomach without pulling out. You yelp at his cock rotating inside of you, his hands roughly grabbed your hips as he slams harder than before. Your mind going blank for your insides began to twitch and clench at your upcoming orgasm, you move your hips to meet his thrusts but unfortunately his pace was too frenzied to keep up with him.

«captain, I’m gonna-!»

«FUCK!» he yells loudly, his semen forcing its way out of his body at the very second you called him ‘captain.’ The brush of his warm liquid hitting your insides had triggered your own climax, you grab into the leg of the chair in front of you; feeling as though you would ascend to the seventh sky at the effect of your orgasm.

Both of you a panting mess, he drops his weight on your back, while his cock is still tucked snuggly in your warmth.

«new fetish, captain?»

«I guess so.»

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