Oh Sweet Child Of Mine (+18 Luffy)

Oh Sweet Child of Mine (+18 Luffy)

Yandere Luffy X G/N Reader

Main series predominantly platonic yandere with au ends

Warnings: Rough sex, oral, unsafe sex, possesive behavior, yandere behavior, dubious consent, authority kink, power imbalance, haki and devil fruit shenanigans for sex (inflation, sorry if that triggers an flashbacks for some of ya'll), as well as Gear 5 spoilers, technically.

As requested by obsessedwithstardress on AO3, consider this a continuation of the Luffy ending.

Word Count: 1,581

It was an exhaustive chase that left you dizzy and collapsed onto a bed in a suspiciously knew looking room aboard the Thousand Sunny. Lungs aching from laughing so hard at the various antics Luffy engaged in to keep you in his arms as he ran from your crew—although technically they weren’t your crew anymore you supposed.

It wasn’t entirely clear? Oyaji’s recruitment was weird, so for all you knew, tossing someone over your shoulder and running off with them for long enough counted. Guess you’d figure out later. For now, you were just exhausted.

You leaned up, rubbing your face as you started to remove your glasses to find Luffy leaning against the door, hand on a pretty serious looking lock.

“…What’s up, Luffy?” You asked, noting that the tips of his black hair seemed more gray and puffy than the roots, a red glint heavy in his gaze as he grinned. His footsteps sure and heavy as he walked to the edge of the bed, crawling up between your legs to loom over you. There was a palpable tension in the air between you as he chuckled deep in his throat.

“Finally… You’re right where you need to be.” Luffy declared in a low grumble, leaning down to press his lips to your throat. His hands sliding over the blankets to grip your waist. Pinning you in place as he nipped and ran his tongue over your racing pulse. You gasped, gripping his open shirt in shock.

“Luffy?!” You huffed, barely restraining a moan as heat raced down your spine. His hot breath washing over your cheek as he leaned in close to whisper into your ear.

“It’s Captain, to you.” A shockwave washed over you, instantly taking away your breath as you collapsed flat onto the bed. Pressure squeezing down like gravity as Luffy—Captain—grinned hungrily down at you. His eyes glowing red as black hair turned to smokey white. You tried to sit up, maybe ask some sort of question, but the intense feeling in the air only grew thicker as you fought to breath.

“C-Captain…?” Captain sighed, shuddering as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Then to your lips in a slow slide, his thick tongue parting your lips in a shallow sweep. You panted, dizzy and despite yourself, excited.

“Sorry for the wait. I’ll make it up to you. Just lay there and take it.” Captain whispered, tongue growing long and thick as he lapped up your neck. The tip pressing into your lips as you whined. He dipped in slowly, letting you feel every inch as it dominated your lips and throat. The drums thudding against your skin and racing your heart as you stretched around the intrusion beyond reason.

You swallowed hard as you panted through your nose, eyes sliding shut as he groaned, his tongue massaged in the motion. Your body utterly failing to move underneath the conqueror’s haki pressure and thundering beat of your Captain’s devil fruit.

Your Captain raised his hand, pressing down on your swollen throat as you whined, squeezing down as you felt the constriction double between his grip and tongue. But still, you could somehow just barely breath. Enough to wheeze a moan as his other hand swept over your bare skin underneath your shirt.

He pulled away slowly, your eyes hazy and teary as he watched his tongue roll out of your throat from under his hand hungrily. The wet muscle dripping over your chin and chest as he rolled it onto his mouth with a lewd smack. His grin pleased and hungry still as you panted hard.

Captain roughly ripped away your clothes until you were bare and trembling underneath him. His hands all over you as he fondled your body. He took your ankles in his hands, gently probing the delicate skin thoughtfully as he looked at the bedframe.

“You’d look good tied up in knots…” Captain murmured to himself, kissing your heel before scooting backwards. His grip not letting go as he went. Instead of dragging you with him, your legs stretched out slowly, the drums echoing in your chest as he twisted your ankles around the bedframe posts. Tying them in knots to spread your thighs wide apart under his hungry gaze.

“L-Luu—ooooh~!” Captain squeezed your open, trembling thighs hard and you swiftly corrected yourself. “C-Caa—aaahn—ptain~!” You moaned, hands weakly fisting the pillow under your head.

“Not now… I’m eating~” Captain admonished you, tongue sliding up your thigh and immediately pressing against your quivering rim. Between the thrumming drums and his slick spit, your walls parted easily—the stretch still making you gasp as he buried himself in deep. Your lower body distending as he growled. One hand gripping your thigh hard and the other pressing down against the swell.

Even under the immense pressure on your body, you began to shake and gasp, arousal dripping onto the bed. Your Captain’s tongue unrelentingly pressing against your walls and expanding the tight, cramped space beyond human bounds. The sound lewd and wet with his pleased groans. Lips sealed over your wet skin as he kissed your body intimately.

Your thighs shook, vibrating against the knot around the bedpost as you jerked and moaned louder. Gasping and whining against the pleasure of your Captain’s hungry tongue. You shrieked, spine arching sharply as you broke open, drenching your Captain who completely ignored you save a deep snarl as he went deeper.

Cold sweat broke out over your skin as you weakly writhed underneath the onslaught that never seemed to end. Your Captain’s sheer gluttony astounding as he split you open under his tongue alone with loud, wet smacks.

Your body began to burn as you came for the fourth time with no signs of stopping, a harsh whine ripping through your throat.

“C-Captain! Caaptain~! Stop! Stop! T-Too much—ooh~Ooh~! Fuck~!” You keened, clenching down onto his writhing tongue again. You cried, actually cried, as your Captain slowly withdrew. Smacking his lips as your trembled at the overstimulation.

Even without his haki pressing down on you, destroying your will to move, you wouldn’t have been able to do anything but cry and pant for air with a low whine.

Captain looked down at you with a smirk, panting for air himself like he would have kept going—your pleas be damned—if he didn’t have another goal for the night.

“No it’s not. It’s not nearly enough… gotta make sure you know who you belong to.” Captain grinned, baring his teeth down at you as he slapped your thigh, your ankles instantly popping off the bedposts and snapping back to normalcy. “Remember who’s your captain~” He plucked your glasses and tossed them away.

Your Captain gripped your waist and flipped you over, drums thundering against your chest as he lifted up your hips. Pulling them up into an impossible arch as he slammed into you, hilting his thick cock in one move. You swear your ass folded over as he leaned over your spine. Face burying into your shoulder as he pressed your head into the pillow. Suffocating you as he railed you open in an unrelenting pace.

Your walls burning and quivering around him as he seemed to inflate inside you.

But your walls didn’t expand supernaturally along with his cock.

Your wails muffled into the soft pillow as he spread you open, carving your body to his hard cock with every thrust. Thighs slamming into you ass with wet, sticky slaps from your arousal. You opening began to burn, your sobs jerking with every hilt.

“C’mon~ Who am I? Say it~!” Your Captain giggled into your damp skin, nipping hard as you wailed, drenching his cock as you struggled around his thickness.

You squirmed, forcing your face out from the pillow to look at him.

He was close enough that all you could see was the manic gleam in his burning red eyes. White hair whipping around his head as he grinned inhumanly wide, his hands keeping your waist propped up for his rough thrusts.

“K-King~! M-My King~!”

His expression froze in shock, hot cum bursting instantly into your sore walls as he whined, face red like his eyes. His smile trembling as he groaned, hips grinding against your ass.

The snarl was deep and like thunder against your back, his teeth bared like he was about to take a bite out of you.

He yanked you back against his chest, allowing your body to return to normal besides his thick cock still splitting you open. Your King rested his chin on your shoulder gently, hands caressing your thighs like you were made of glass as he lifted them up with his forearms. Hands reaching behind your head as you were folded in half—still utterly human and trembling in his arms as he sat up on his knees. Lifting you entirely with his own strength.

He kissed your lips almost playfully, licking across your hanging tongue as you moaned with a sneer.

“Exactly. And you’ll take everything your King gives you, won’t you?” Your King sighed before laughing, the drums in your blood now as the burning between your thighs lessened despite his cock growing inside you. A chuckle tickling your sore throat as euphoria raced against the heat. “Of course you will~! You’re my perfect subject~”

Your King laughed and laughed, slamming you onto his impossible cock.

And you wailed with uncontrollable laughter with him.

— oc college jock

male x bottom male reader

FLUFF & NSFW MINORS DNI ! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT DO NOT READ ! REBLOG THIS AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE!

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— Name - Levi (I’ll be referring to him as jock only tho)

— Looks: 6’11 with muscles and some tattoos on his forearms that are just random drawings he made. He has two ear piercings and likes to wear chains along with metal bands.

— Description: Levi is your senior in college and he’s the popular guy with good looks and good grades, he’s the perfect combination which makes him have tons of admirers.

— First meeting with you: You were walking down the halls when you hit one of the popular girls of the college accidentally. She immediately got angry and pushed you back. You were confused and about the fight back, when suddenly someone came and dragged her away. You looked at up and it was him. He smiled and asked if you’re okay and you could only nod. The two of you parted ways with something beating in his heart.

— jock who would be so curious about you that me he would sometimes dump his friends to just see where you are.

— jock who would keep an eye on you in the canteen or in the class he took to just be with you. He would note down your little habits in his mind which he would find cute

— jock who would try to change himself in order for you to notice him and talk to him. His shy side would start showing which would make everyone surprise

— jock who would gather his courage to talk to you in class and ask for your notes while smoothly asking your number. You’d be quite impressed with his flirting skills honestly

— jock who would look at his phone stupidly waiting for a message from you. Always trying to talk to you on any random topic

— jock who would invite you to his boxing match. He would think you wouldn’t show up but seeing you in the audience cheering him on, his confidence would boost so much.

— jock who would shyly ask you out on a date after he wins the match privately. He’d get so shy when you would kiss him on his cheeks

— jock who would not be shy to show his love for you. He’d make sure everyone in college knows that you’re his and he’s yours only, him turning into a simp

// nsfw // mdni //

— jock who likes to fuck you should in the locker room. After his win in the game, he drags you there and pounds your tight hole with his big cock. The thrill of being caught makes you hard and enjoy being filled with your boyfriend’s cum.

— jock who likes to jerk of to your nudes when you’re busy. He shoots his load on your clothes as he watches your videos of having sex where he pounds your ass from the behind.

— jock who drags you to an empty classroom. He strips you and him naked and starts fucking you. He shoots his load inside of you while he makes sure every desk as your cum on it. Your body feels immense pleasure as his dick touches your spot.

— jock who keeps his hands on your thigh as the professor teaches. He likes to see your blush. Soon enough he’s massaging your dick which makes you cum. You shoot your load in his hands and he licks it clean.

— jock who will drag you to the library and have sex with you in the corner. He would be so horny that he would change positions making you remove as his cock fucks your tight hole. You’d cum all over the books as he would fill you up.

“Leviii.. I thin-k we-we should-ld gett bac-ck too study-in-gg”, you moan as he thrusts insides as you grab onto his shoulders for support. He’s not stopping anytime soon with how good your hole is making his cock feel. It’s going to be a long study session. “You’re taking my cock so well, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop”

— jock who would cockwarm with you as you’d study together. He’s get bored studying and ask you to sit with his cock inside. He’d tease you and start thrusting upwards making you squirm. You’d shoot your cum on your notes. Levi would just paint your insides with his cum.

// yandere behaviour // nsfw - mdni //

— jock would make sure he always knows where you are and who you are hanging out. If you’re going for a study session, he finds out who they are without asking and gives all of them a nice warning

— jock who likes to fuck hou and record your voice to send it to your admirers to keep them away. He sends them voice recordings of you’re moans and you calling out his name with a text that would say ‘only I can make him moan like that’

— jock who likes to punish you for not coming to his boxing match. Seeing your red face full of sweat and drool while his cock slides in and out of you in the locker room, loud enough for everyone hear would boost his ego

— jock who would always be around you and not leave your company. He’ll make you sit with hai friends and purposely grope you or massage you in front of his friends, scaring them away

— jock who would fuck you mad in the library just for the thrill of it. You’d resist doing it in the library but the next thing you know that you’re getting pounded by his fat cock against the wall in the college library

“Stop making any noise ! You’re going to get us caught, you slut !”, you muffle your moans onto the fingers fucking your mouth while he’s pushing his cock deep inside your tight hole and banging the shit out of you.

- jock who would make you wear a robe with nothing inside, only a harness and a vibrator in your ass. He’d play with you the whole day with it, making your squirm throughout lectures and breaks.

“You’re only his, and only his”

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𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤!

summary: the monster trio's reaction to hearing you say their name in your sleep pairing(s): luffy x gn!reader, zoro x gn!reader, sanji x gn!reader cw: none!

luffy

it was rare, but it happened. luffy had gone off to roughhouse with usopp and chopper on the deck, leaving you with his precious hat. the responsibility was heavy on your shoulders and you barely had time to ask if he was sure before he ran in the opposite direction, laughing and looking back at you with a grin. "i know you'll take good care of it!"

that was about an hour ago, and you had done your damn best to make sure that the sacred straw hat was secure and in prime condition.

at some point though, the gentle rocking of the thousand sunny along with the overcast weather had you nodding off. you fought to stay awake, but ultimately found yourself dozing off against the railing.

with the straw hat nestled in your arms, your head rolled to the side, you slept.

luffy ended up returning to your spot a few minutes later, eagerly yelling your name until his mouth slammed shut at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully with his straw hat. he seems a little confused at first, head tilting as he looked down at you. "hm? you're tired?"

a toothy grin forms on his face as he steps closer, squatting down so he was eye level with you. the sight of his hat in your protective embrace makes him feel especially warm and he knows he made the right choice in entrusting it to you. his hand reaches for the hat, but as soon as his fingers brush against it, your hold tightens. your brows furrow and you grumble something before your face softens once more.

"no..." you mumble, bringing the hat closer to your heart. "s'for luffy... gotta...take care of it."

when he hears your 'no', he wants to pout, because it's his hat! however, when he catches the rest of your muttered words, his expression shifts into one of utter joy. a gleeful chuckle rings through the air and he can't help himself from waking you.

his arms wrap around your sleeping form and bring you in for a bone crunching hug, a yelp of surprise leaving you as you're rudely awakened. "what? what happened?" you ask, still disoriented and confused.

"nothing!" luffy responds, taking the hat from your hands and slamming it onto your head with a child-like excitement. "let's go eat!"

zoro

you had a long day, worse than usual. stressed out and in need of some time to yourself, you made your way up to the crow's nest where you plopped down onto one of the workout benches. your ever racing mind, plagued with what ifs and unnecessary worry, eventually settles down enough for you to fall asleep as you turn onto your side and doze off.

a while later, zoro heads up there to do some training.

when he noticed you sleeping, zoro simply shrugged and headed towards some dummies so he could practice his three sword style. clearly you were just napping, and he wasn't going to interrupt or tell you to get out.

he gets a few hits in, deliberately making his stabs and swings a tad quieter in a bid to respect your sleeping arrangement, when he suddenly hears his name being called. thinking that he had been too loud, he sheathes his swords and lets out a disgruntled sigh. he could only be so quiet as he trained, and he assumed that you were gonna chew him out for waking you.

however, when he turns, he sees that your eyes are still shut. not only that, but your brows are furrowed and your once neutral expression is twisted into one of slight fear. he takes a few tentative steps toward you, unsure of how to handle whatever it is that's happening.

your breaths quicken. "stop it..." you whine, your body tensing slightly as you curl further in on yourself. "zoro... help..."

his brows shoot up in surprise when his name tumbles past your lips, heat creeping up his neck and to the tips of his ears. he feels awkward and out of place, though he can't deny the fact that he's flattered and a bit satisfied that, even in your sleep, you count on him to protect you.

he clears his throat, gaze sweeping across the crow's nest to make sure it was empty before hesitantly reaching a hand out. "oi, i'm here." he begrudgingly and affectionately grumbles, pink dusting his cheeks as his hand settled atop your head. "quit whinin'."

your response is almost immediate, your breaths evening out and your expression softening. he scowls and looks away, not believing that this was happening. yet, as he gets back to training, he makes sure to keep an ear out for you, occasionally talking to your sleeping self just so you could hear his voice. 

sanji

you didn't mean to fall asleep in the dining room.

something had you feeling restless, so you took it upon yourself to make a cup of tea before sitting at the dining room table to enjoy it. you didn't expect the tea to be so effective, yet here you were, arms crossed on the table and your cheek squished against the wood.

before the sun had a chance to peek over the horizon, sanji was up and preparing to head to the kitchen. with some extra plates and utensils in his hands that he brought from storage, he made his way down to the dining area.

when he notices you slumped over the table, his expression morphs into one of surprise and then to worry. he's quick to set down the silverware and make his way towards you, about to ask you what was wrong when he noticed your even breaths and peaceful expression.

ah, you were just sleeping. his eyes shine with amusement and admiration, his fingers twitching as he fights the urge to reach out and touch you. instead, he focuses his attention on your mug, his hand curling around the handle before bringing it up to his nose to take a quick inhale. the scent of chamomile and passionflower have him letting out a soft exhale of approval.

"you're gonna have to give me the recipe for this one, mon cher." he smiles, taking a step back to head to the kitchen.

then, he hears it. a tired huff, as if you were debating with someone in your dream. "no... it's sanji... s'the best chef" you sleepily argue. "s'the best food... ever."

oh, he just melts. his head feels so light from your praise. he practically floats back to you, hearts in his eyes as he fights to keep his tone quiet. "mon cher, do you really like my food so much that you dream about it?"

he continues to swoon over your sleeping self, his spirit light, when the sound of your grumbling stomach echoes throughout the dining hall. the blond is torn between waking you and preparing you something to eat.

he bends down slightly until he's at your level, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. his free hand plucks the cigarette from his lips and he gently brings his mouth to your ear, lightly saying your name. "what's your favorite breakfast?"

a happy, genuine smile forms on his face when you actually mumble out an answer. when you wake up and your favorite breakfast is served on a plate in front of you, it's like a dream come true.

oh my

Carry On (+18)

As requested by @sab0ace, hope you enjoy how it came out and sorry for the wait!

SaboXOC(Luna) and past AceXOC(Luna)

OC is blind and AFAB.

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort (Ace dies timeline), past relationship, rough sex, overstimulation, spanking, and yandere behavior (from Sabo). He's kinda mean in the bedroom in this one but it starts lowkey soft.

Word Count: 3,112

Luna faced the open window with a small, fond smile. The smell of ocean spray heavy in the air with a faint, growing storm wafting in. She’d grown quite familiar with her new home over the past year as well as the surrounding area. She never imagined she’d stray so far from the quaint village of her youth, let alone in such a… violent fashion. But she was safe now.

Safe to mourn what she’d lost and consider what she’d gained instead.

Her heart still ached at the memory of her time with Ace. Gentle, calloused hands and that heady, smoked wood scent that followed him everywhere he went. Mixed with sea salt and sweat from the hours he spent sailing under the sun over open water. She dreamed of him, sometimes. His voice low and husky in her hair.

Ever so eager to please and love her until they both collapsed in her bed. He could never stay long, but even fleeting moments of time stretched out for hours.

She knew he was a pirate. Hard not to. But that rough edge was nowhere to be found when he grasped her hands and kissed her slowly. Like she’d fall apart against him if he went too fast.

He whispered into her hair late one night his darkest secret. More frightened of her reaction than any time she ever heard him before.

The truth of his heritage.

He cried when she cradled his cheeks in her palms and kissed his face. Plied his wet eyes with soft brushes of her lips. Settling over his bare hips as he reverently stroked her body like she was a dream he never wanted to wake from.

“Does that make you my prince, Ace?” She remembers smiling, grinding against his hard cock, “Is this your throne?” She teased him.

“Yes! Yes! Y-Yours, it’s yours now, please baby~ FUCK!” He moaned so sweetly underneath her, trembling hands grasping her waist. The cool night turned hot with slow, sensual thrusts until long after the birds starting singing to the rising sun.

She remembers that they spent the whole day in bed. Ace never leaving her side, always caressing her skin and kissing her without thought or reason.

Then he had to go.

And returned only a few more times with Whitebeard’s mark proudly on his back. He was going to introduce her to his father soon, he promised. He just wanted to keep her to himself for a little longer. But soon her island would be under Whitebeard’s protection as he knew she was reluctant to leave her home. She remembers kissing the slightly raised skin on his back, tracing the tattoo there in thanks for giving Ace a home he could thrive in finally.

Then it all came crashing down. Her neighbors, people who’d seen Ace and her together many times before, were whispering. She could feel their pitying glances for several days. Until finally, one of the approached her and told her of the tragedy.

Ace’s arrest.

Marineford.

They were so sure Whitebeard would save his son, they didn’t want to stress her over the matter—then came the announcement of Ace’s heritage.

Luna didn’t care, of course, but she knew this wasn’t a sentiment shared by all. Many people had their lives changed by Gol. D. Roger, and not for the better. But still, she never thought…

Her hand drifted to her lower stomach.

The marines were paranoid about Ace’s bloodline continuing. And with his late mother having achieved such an impossible feat, they were taking no chances.

No mercy for a heartbroken, blind, island girl. Even though she was certainly not carrying his legacy in anything but her heart.

How she escaped was a blur. Someone, a kind neighbor perhaps, shoving her into a barrel as fire erupted in the village. The heat unbearable even as she drifted out into the sea. She was fished out of the water by a merchant ship and played into the delicate, blind girl she was to cover her tracks. She doesn’t know what happened to her island, but she wasn’t going to let it be in vain.

The merchants took pity and dropped her off into the care of an elderly couple who simply wished to enjoy her company. And that’s where she stayed and mourned in private for her lost love. She wasn’t sure she could ever love again after that, not knowing how quickly the world was willing to rip it away from her again.

Luna smiled softly, wiping her tears before reaching out to where the den den mushi rested on the sitting room table.

Then, she remembers fondly, a posh, polite man came asking about her. Voice shaking and thick with emotion as he spoke of his later brother. Of only remembering after hearing of his death and choosing to dig into what Ace got up to over those years. Miraculously finding a journal on the abandoned Striker that spoke of her and his information network declaring that she was killed as well. He had hoped to pay his respects at her grave in leu of Ace but was quietly informed of her escape.

Sabo, second in command of the Revolutionary Army, had come all this way to meet her. To meet the woman that made his troubled brother so happy while he was gone.

They spent hours trading stories about Ace. The love Sabo had for his brother clear in every fond, exasperated story and disbelief of how Ace matured after so many years.

Apparently, her love was a bit of a wild child, who knew?

She expected that Sabo would leave, just like Ace had to, only to visit occasionally.

Instead, he asked that she come with him.

“You can’t hide here forever. Eventually a marine will find your sudden appearance suspicious. You… you can’t hope to be that lucky twice. Please. Come with me.” Sabo asked desperately, leather gloves protesting as he squeezed her hands in his.

How could she say no to that sweet desperation that she knew so well? Didn’t she once wish Ace would ask the same thing, not so long ago?

And so, she was settled into Sabo’s ‘personal apartment’ at the Revolutionary Headquarters. The space so unused she could literally smell the dust in it. Koala, a lovely lady who worked with Sabo, declaring him a workaholic. Expressing a hope that Sabo would actually use his own rooms more now that he had a guest to look after as well.

Though, privately, Koala confessed that she’d never seen Sabo so anxious over another person before. The intensity of his feelings unsettling her.

After losing so much though, Luna just felt comforted in the knowledge that someone cared so much about her again.

Certain and settled in her thoughts, Luna dialed Sabo’s personal number, intending to keep it short.

Hopeful that he’d return her feelings. Or, if not, then allow them both to use the space they already have for her to quietly put her fragile heart to rest. If this is what she had to look forward to… well, she can learn to live with a little more heartache.

“—my apologies for the interruption, Admiral Fujitora—Ah, yes?” Sabo answered a little breathlessly. Luna grimaced slightly, not having expected Sabo to answer if he was in the middle of something.

“Oh! Sorry, Sabo. You can call me back after you’re done.” Luna apologized quickly, realizing that he must be in the middle of a fight.

“L-Luna! Oh! A-Ah that’s alright, I’ve got all the time in the world for you. Is something wrong?” Sabo asked, grunting as he seemed to move quickly for something.

“No… nothing’s wrong. I just realized something today and I wanted to tell you while I still could.” Luna admitted, her voice falling a little more quiet. “I miss him so much, you know. Every day I wish he was here.”

“… I miss him too, Luna.” Sabo admitted, the background of his voice now more quiet.

“It… It feels so fast but I know he’d want me to be happy. And you make me so happy, Sabo.” Luna finally said after a long moment, tears in her eyes. “I love you. But it’s okay if you don’t love me back. I just… didn’t think I’d ever feel this way again, you know? Sorry for bothering you with this. Just… you don’t have to feel the same way. I only ask that you come back, okay? I can live with anything else as long as you come back.” Luna asked.

There was a long, strained pause.

“L-Luffy! I have to protect Luffy! But! As soon as I can, I’m coming back to you! Wait for me, Luna, I promise that will be the hardest part of loving me.” Sabo swore.

“I’m an old hat at waiting, Sabo. I know Ace would want Luffy safe too… maybe I can meet him too one day. I know he’s busy going after the crown but…”

“Luffy would love to meet you! Shit! Sorry, I-I gotta wrap things up here. But I’m—I love you too, Luna.”

The line went dead.

Luna fell into her chair, head spinning and dizzy as she laughed.

She did it. She finally did it.

She turned towards the open window, the sun shining down on her.

“I’m finally starting to feel like me again, Ace. He’s not you. Never will be but… he makes me happy too.” Luna confessed to the ocean breeze. The faint scent of firewood tickling her nose.

She liked to think that it was Ace, showing his approval for just a brief moment.

Koala came in a few hours later with dinner.

“I don’t know what you said to that man, but he is tearing through Dressrosa to come back.” Koala huffed, setting down the plates to eat with her. “I’ve never heard him so fired up. Ne, think you can convince him to take vacation time off too? He’s got so many hours it’s unreal. I think Dragon’s going to ground him soon if he doesn’t slow down.” Koala complained. Luna laughed, gently finding the edge of her plate and the bread roll she knows is always placed on the right side.

“I can certainly try!” Luna giggled.

“…Hey.” Luna looked up. “If Sabo gets… too much, let me know, alright? He’s… He’s really passionate but has a hard time knowing when to stop. I can knock some sense into him if you need it.” Koala offered.

Luna couldn’t help but smile, her new friend so terribly sweet to her. Eating meals with her despite Luna being fully capable of making her own meals. Making sure she has everything she needs while Sabo is away. Assigning someone to take her place when he’s off on missions—sometimes it’s even Dragon seeking a quiet moment from his duties.

“Thank you, Koala. I’ll remember that.” Luna promised, despite doubting any need for intervention.

It was well over a week of waiting—the nostalgia almost bittersweet now—before Sabo returned in the dead of night.

At first, Luna thought she was still dreaming. Gentle hands stroking back her hair and the scent of fire unmistakable. She cried a little, fearing it was another dream she’d wake up sobbing from with an aching heart and the memory of Ace’s touch. But the sea salt was overpowered by something more heady. A masculine cologne that Ace would never have the patience for maintaining. Leather and clean soap. The unmistakable sting of expensive booze sharp in her nose.

“Shhhh, no tears, darling.” Sabo whispered into her hair, brushing her tears away. The sound of clothes hitting the floor followed by the blankets being pulled off of her. “I went as fast as I could to come back, just like I promised. All I could think about was you.”

Bare hands brushed up her nightdress, soft lips dragging over her neck.

Hiccupping quietly, Luna reached up and found only toned muscles under her hands. No clothes in reach as she stroked up his heaving ribs, gently feeling the edges of the burns he’d gained as a child. His head turning to hiss her hand and run his hot tongue over her wrist.

“Y-You smell… different? Like… fire.” Luna gasped, jerking as Sabo grabbed her inner thigh and lifted it up.

“That’s right, darling. I’ve inherited Ace’s will. His devil fruit.” Sabo hissed, grinding his cock against her panties, leaning back to tear them off and slip between her folds. Rubbing his length up her slit and dripping pre over her clit. “I’m going to rip those bastards apart that took him from us. Protect Luffy. And love you with everything I have.” Sabo groaned, heat flaring above her as her nightdress gave way, exposing her to the hot air between them.

Sabo threw her leg over his shoulder and, without warning, slammed into her unprepared body. The burn around his thick cock taking her breath away as she gasped for air. His tongue filling her open mouth as he groaned, grinding his thumb on her clit harshly as he rolled his hips. Not pulling out for a moment as he encouraged her cunt to flutter around his cock with no small difficulty. The tang of sake strong on his lips.

She whined, bucking beneath him as the burn lessened under the weight of his passion. His insistent thrusts that made her legs shake. He pulled back, allowing her to breathe finally despite how deeply he fucked into her. She gasped and moaned loudly, hips bruising under the force as his hand slipped around her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“A-Ah~! S-Sabo! Sabo-ooooh-nhg~!” Luna keened as he sank his teeth into the fat of her breast, unbearable hot tongue soothing the wound before he did it again. His thrusts coming faster now that she was soaking his cock, rocking the bed frame against the wall hard.

Drops of salty liquid fell onto her face, sweat or tears she wasn’t sure. Her body on fire as Sabo seemed intent on fucking clear to her throat.

“D-Dreamed of this! You. Under me. I’ve wanted this for so long—rubbed my cock to the thought of your soft thighs, those pretty fucking lips, until my balls ached.” Sabo grunted, pinching her clit as she squeezed his cock hard, squirting onto his thighs with a scream. “I’m never leaving you. This sweet cunt is mine now. Mine.” Sabo slammed into her with a soft moan, hot cum seeping out from her walls.

He chanted it breathlessly, fucking the wet mess in her cunt like he was trying to break her. Lips wet and messy as he spoke over her moans. The sound of wet sex and the slamming headboard filling the room underneath his crazed mantra.

Luna felt fucked and frazzled—a far cry from the soft, sweet sex she’d experienced before. Overstimulated and used, if it wasn’t for the whining drone she’d wonder if Sabo even realized she was there.

“Mine—mineminemineminemineminemine—ffffuck I love you so fucking much!” Sabo chanted, growing frustrated despite cumming hard into her fluttering cunt again. “It’s not enough. I need more.”

He pulled out suddenly, grabbing her waist as he turned her over, lifting up her ass and shoving her head into the damp pillows. His fingers caressed her abused thighs, plunging into the slick mess in her cunt as he reached in as far as he could. Rubbing in the lewd mix against her inner walls as she mewled in complaint. His hand on her head clenched a fistful of her hair and yanked back, forcing her body to arch against his chest.

“S-Sabo! A-Ahhnn!” Luna choked, Sabo pressing his wet fingers onto her tongue as he slammed his cock in to the hilt again. Fucking up into her aching body as she sobbed around his filthy fingers. The taste of their mixed arousal thick making her head fuzzy. Her head was pulled back by her hair over Sabo’s shoulder.

He panted directly into her ear, praising her in slurred speech as he fucked her with enough force that her poor cunt started to feel battered by his cock.

“So pretty and mine, take it. Take it! You have to take everything—I need you to take everything I give you f-fuck~!” Sabo fell forward, pinning her to the mattress with her ass arched into his furious thrusts. The wet smacks almost overpowering her own desperate whines as she shook. Tried to get some distance from his relentless cock that filled her with more cum only for it to squirt out to her thighs as he refused to stop.

Sabo growled, low and harsh in his chest, the air snapping hotter than before as he pressed a burning hand against her neck. Lifting his upper body away from her with his thighs shoving her legs further apart.

SMACK!

Luna screamed into the mattress as he slapped her thigh.

“I said you have to fucking take it.” Sabo hissed, drilling into her ass harder as he started littering her thighs with bruises.

The pain and pleasure and lack of air coalesced into a heady mix in her body. Despite trembling and shaking under Sabo’s harsh pace, she found herself moaning. Sore body burning as the tension build up more and more.

“SABO~!”

She came with a sharp yelp and another hot palm strike against her thigh. Squirting and seizing around his cock so hard that Sabo was forced out for a moment. The head of his cock quickly grinding over her quivering cunt as he panted, laughing softly. Suddenly stroking her skin softly like he hadn’t been violently fucking her for the past hour and a half.

She moaned hoarsely as Sabo slipped back in, her walls raw and overstimulated.

Sabo kissed and licked across her shoulders. His hips languidly fucking into her as though he suddenly had all the time in the world as she still shuddered from her overpowering orgasm.

“My perfect girl… you can do that again, won’t you? Show me you can take it all over again~” Sabo purred, slamming his hips against hers with a lewd, wet smack.

Luna sobbed, overwhelmed as Sabo started a harsh pace again, this time kissing her burning skin with a wide, toothy grin.

“I love you. Do you still love me?” Sabo asked softly despite his rough pace.

Even after this shocking turn of events, Luna couldn’t help herself. Feeling so much all at once after so long.

“Yes!”

“Good.” Sabo growled, seizing her hips to raise them up further for his relentless thrusts. “Prove it.”

OPLA characters reacting to a sweet, girly reader who turns out to be a a ruthless fighter

genre: headcanons, fem! reader, kinda suggestive??, idfk just read it bro

requested: nope, but reqs are open! pls, for the love of god, request for the opla♡

feat: zoro, sanji

a/n: reader's feminine but not female if that makes sense, only witting again because I'm obsessed with the one piece live action. also, this may be a little ooc, since I haven't watched the anime/read the manga, sorry about that! also, if you wanna be added to my perm taglist, pls feel free to ask!

☆ZORO☆

when you first joined the crew, zoro was immediately unsure of what exactly you brought to the table. I mean, they already had a swordsman, a sharp shooter, a navigator, a dumb cook and a captain/motivational speaker. so what were you doing here?

from luffy's explanation of you, he was aware that you were a good fighter, but he had never seen you in action.

the only things he had seen from you were stuffed animals laying around the ship, pastel outfits he could spot for miles, and bows that had been put in his hair while he slept.

he was tolerant of you at best, and straight up apathetic at worst, but finally, there came a time where someone tried picking a fight with you since you seemed like an easy target while you were walking with him and nami.

although he wasn't particularly fond of you (lies), he still felt the need to defend you as a crewmate, but the ass whooping you gave the stranger made him freeze in place.

there was blood splatter on your pretty face, deep red sploches of your cute clothes, and a look of pure hatred in your eyes. and you had never looked more beautiful in zoros eyes.

that was the first time zoro had ever smiled at you. sure, he had slightly smirked at your cuter tendencies, but in that moment he was truly smitten with you.

from that day, zoro wanted to train with you. what you lacked that he had in experience, you made up for in absolute cruelty when fighting. you were quick, agile and you weren't afraid to make zoro hurt, and he loved every second of it.

zoro would sometimes smile when he saw bruising on his body from his time training with you but catch himself and go stone faced immediately. no, he was not falling for you, absolutely not.

except he was, and the next time you showed up by his side with a slight limp, some tears in your cotton candy coloured clothes, blood all over you, and a sadistic smile on your face, he would tell you as much.

SANJI♡

sanji is unsurprisingly, enamoured by you the second you join the straw hats.

I'm talking, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, cheesy and constant compliments like "you're cuter than any of your stuffed animals, yn-swan~" and even brushing up on his baking skills to bake you aesthetically pleasing sweet treats that always put a smile on your face.

if I'm being completely honest, it doesn't bother him that he doesn't know exactly what your strengths are, you could be amazing at everything like barbie or you could literally not know night from day and he'd still admire you all the same.

one day, you're wearing bottoms that are on the shorter side not that sanji minds at all and you're out exploring the island you're at with him by your side, holding all your bags because in his words "angels don't do hard labour when he's around" when someone decides to hit on you.

you reject them politely, but when they make a less than appropriate comment about your outfit, you click your tongue and shake your head, readying yourself to hospitalise someone.

sanji's mood switches to one of being happy because he's around you to one of murderous intent the second this rando tries you, but you already have them wheezing on the floor with broken nose before sanji can even lift his leg off of the ground.

you're back to usual self, fixing the bow on your hair while complaining about how fucking hard it is to get blood stains off of your clothes, while sanji is thinking about how fucking hard he is

safe to say that this heartless, terrifying side of you makes sanji fall even harder and question whether or not he's a masochist.

he'll still insist on doing things like carrying you anywhere (most of your shoes you impractical as fuck, but style>functionality always) lifting things for you and treating you like a piece of fine china because that's exactly what you deserve, no matter how badass you are.

only difference is, now he'll never come to aid when it comes to kicking ass, because he enjoys seeing you take people to heaven and back more than anything.

he compliments now range from "omg you are the most adorable, lovable, doll-like angel I've ever seen" to "please punch me, step on me, make my nose bleed, choke me-" and he's now ten times more annoying about you than he was before, which no one thought was possible.

believe me when I say that images of you in frilly outfits with your eyes gleaming like diamonds eveytime you make someone bleed occupy 90% of his thoughts. (the other 10% is all things cooking, of course.)

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (poll results)

Well, looks like our precious reader darling marine has everything lined up now!

Results?

You, a nervous, weirded out marine is ostensibly being held captive by the Whitebeard Pirates who are a little too friendly and welcoming. You just want to go back to your regular day job dealing with pissy weak-devil-fruit-pricks who ego trip off of the power boost your own devil fruit provides. And giving love to every animal you run across because they, above anyone else really, deserves it.

Unfortunately, this somewhat tolerable, if very weird, situation gets much worse when one of the Whitebeard Pirates turns traitor and kidnaps you from your original kidnappers. Probably for your devil fruit power, but he sure seems certain it'll attract the ire of his previous crew in the process. Why, oh why, he wants that, you have no fucking idea.

A life on the run held captive by a single, mad, greedy pirate, or a whole damn group of mad pirates... my, what bountiful options you have.

But it looks like you're not returning to your regular job as a power boost in the marines anytime soon, regardless. So really, it's a matter of the weirdly friendly devil you know or the ambitiously rude devil you will know much better soon enough. If given the choice... where would you go?

Is there even a choice to begin with?

Story parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15 (END)

Marco +18 AU End

Luffy AU End

Luffy +18 end

Thatch AU (platonic) End

Also present in it's entirety on AO3!

How Our Seeds Grow (literal child AU version): Part 1,

AO3 link for How Our Seeds Grow!