Its Finally Finished! The First Chapter, This Took Me A Little While But I Think It Turned Out Pretty

It’s finally finished! The first chapter, this took me a little while but I think it turned out pretty good. This story will possible have another chapter in the near future. No use of Reader/yn. I don’t know the exact word count. -BB

SWEET GIRL

Ashaf x F! Reader (1/?)

Ashaf= Blue

Guideau = Green

Reader = Pink

18+, minors DNI

(Suggestive content, cursing, eventual smut?)

All Ashaf wants to do is go home to the one who holds his heart, the one who makes living and even breathing that much more tolerable. These missions are taking a toll on not just Ashaf but also Guideau no matter how much they denied their injuries that get little to no time to heal.

Ashaf was-to put it simply as exhausted, Guideau and him were dealing with countless witch after witch searching for Angela, the witch who placed the curse upon Guideau. Tensions are high, were both in pain and were not any closer to finding Angela,he thought.

“We have another letter from The Order Guideau.” Ashaf asked. “If it isn’t a black envelope for a witch I don’t give a shit about the damn letter” Guideau barked out. The envelope was a purple color, one that neither of them have ever seen before. The letter read that due to the tremendous help Ashaf and Guideau have provided with the magical fiascos the magical attacks are now at an all time low and it will be some time before they have more intel on when or where the next witches will be. This is perfect, I have some down time that I can use wisely

“Well? What does the shitty letter say” Guideau questioned. “They’re giving us off time, we’ve dealt with all of the Magical affairs they had on hand” Ashaf explained while handing the letter to Guideau.

Ashaf brought his hand to the cuff of his shirt and pulled his locket chain from underneath his shirt. Inside is rather scandalous a picture of his sweet girl, Reader. Her lying naked underneath him lightly coated in his spend from the activities from that night. His face a bright red as he recalled the precious sounds he coaxed out of you, the delicious way you called out his name, the way you- “ASHAF!!” Guideau called out to him breaking him from his erotic daze. “a-ah Yes, Guideau?” He attempted to bounce back from his previous memories. “I’m leaving. I’m going to find something to do while we wait for everyone to do their damn job” Guideau said while stomping away. “Okay, stay safe” Ashaf said.

Now time to make a well deserved visit to someone I’ve been so shamelessly deprived of my sweet, sweet girl. Ashaf thought. “There are quite a handful of of Order agents around so she should be-“ Ashaf was cut off by a pair of hands covering his eyes, he knew it was you and your playful nature brought a smile to his face.

“Guess who?” You questioned, a giggle leaving you. “Hmmm let’s see, is it Phanora?” Ashaf asked. “Nooooo try again~.” You said in a singsong tone. “Is it Guideau?” Ashaf guessed. “Nope wrong again” you laughed out. As much as Ashaf loved your games he was getting a little ansty so he removed your hands and dragged you to the nearest alley way from prying eyes. “Ashaf you’ve gotten a little bold” you voiced bashfully. You looked ravishing, the slight pink tone that grazed your cheeks, the way you avoided his intense lustful gaze, Ashaf knew it was a facade hiding the little minx that you are.

Ashaf has you pinned against the wall, his head buried in your neck as he kissed and licked you leaving the skin more sensitive than before. His hands planted firmly against your waist. “I missed you greatly my dear.” He said as inhaled your perfume, he can feel himself losing his composure. “Show me” you whispered. Ashaf smiled and asked teasingly “What was that dear?” “Show me how much you missed me Ashaf, I need to know if you feel the same.” Ashaf took a step back and looked at his work on your neck before locking eyes with you. You can see his lust clouded eyes. It’s been so long since you had him to yourself and you plan to make the most of it. “You know exactly how to get me going angel in the best ways” Ashaf grabbed you hand and placed it on his now visible bulge. “I have room booked on top floor of The Manor Hotel I’ll be waiting for your arrival.” He said as left the alley leaving you stunned at his newfound bold behavior.

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Wasted

❤︎ Roronoa Zoro x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: tipsy sex, dom!zoro, sub!/slightly bratty reader, zoro is a tease, zoro is commanding, teasing, edging, arm-pinning, thigh-riding, oral (blowjob), wall-sex, spanking, creampie.

summary: reader is a strawhat. zoro and reader hook up after a party on the sunny. ;) strawhats know what's up.

word count: ~4,400

tagging: @bby-deerling @eelnoise @3v37773 @laylaloves-ed @shamblespirate @lowkeycasanova @maddddstuff

Wasted

A celebration was in the works for your crew following a recent victory. 

The horizon blushes with hues of orange and pink, its kiss with the sky mirrored by the gentle lapping of waves against The Sunny's hull.

Above, strings of shimmering lights twinkle like stars, casting a soft glow upon the gathering, as if the cosmos themselves had descended to partake in the festivities.

As the sun dips below the horizon, the deck of your ship transforms into a stage, bathed in the golden embrace of dusk, setting the scene for an evening of celebration

Amidst the joyous throng, laughter and music fill the air; liquor on your tongues.

Luffy whirls Chopper around in a playful dance, while Usopp and Franky share a merry jig, their spirits soaring in the jubilant atmosphere.

"Hey, Chopper, check this out! I'm gonna be the Pirate King of the dance floor, too!" Luffy exclaims with a wide grin, his enthusiasm contagious.

Chopper giggles, clinging to Luffy's arm as they whirl around. "You're doing great, Luffy! But try not to spin me too fast, I'm getting dizzy!"

Luffy chuckles, slowing down his movements slightly. "Sorry about that, Chopper! But hey, we've got to celebrate our victory properly, right? Dancing is the best way to do it!"

Chopper nods eagerly, his tiny hooves tapping along to the beat. "Absolutely, Captain! Let's keep dancing until the sun comes up!"

----

The ambiance is one of warmth, brightness, and sheer exuberance, a testament to the camaraderie and triumph that define the partygoers.

In the bustling midst of The Sunny's jubilant celebration, a lone figure perches at the makeshift bar, silently observing the lively scene unfolding before him. His eye is fixed on you, even amidst the swirling dance floor.

Your movements are graceful and carefree, dancing along with Nami and Robin as you giggle drunkenly. 

As you sway and twirl with the girls, lost in the euphoria of the moment, you catch a glimpse of the swordsman seated at the bar. His eyes seem to linger on you, a silent observer amidst the festivities. You can't quite place the expression on his face – is it longing, admiration, or something else entirely?

Despite the haze of alcohol clouding your senses, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. The music pulses around you, the beat thrumming through your veins, but his steady gaze holds your attention like a lighthouse beacon cutting through the fog.

With each playful spin and merry laugh, you find yourself stealing glances in his direction. Zoro’s always been mysterious, but tonight, his stoic gaze feels… different. 

“Too much to drink, y/n?” Nami giggles, “You keep looking at Zoro. He’s so boring, sitting there all alone,” she scoffs playfully.

“Oh shut up,” you giggle, playfully swatting at the navigator’s arm, “Says you! You can barely stand up straight!”

As you continue to dance with Nami, your mind can't help but wander back to the mysterious swordsman at the bar. Sensing your distraction, Robin gives you a knowing smile and gently nudges your arm.

"Lost in thought, dear?" Robin's voice is soft, barely audible above the music.

You nod sheepishly, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. "I can't shake the feeling that someone's watching me," you confess, casting another glance in Zoro's direction.

Robin follows your gaze, her expression thoughtful. "Zoro does seem particularly focused tonight," she observes, her eyes flickering with curiosity. "But perhaps it's not boredom that keeps him seated there alone."

Her words pique your interest, and you turn to her with a quizzical expression. "What do you mean, Robin?"

Robin offers you a reassuring smile, her gaze steady. "I've learned that sometimes, silence speaks louder than words. Perhaps Zoro has something on his mind that he's not quite ready to share."

----

As the music swells and your drinking continues, your curiosity gets the better of you. Excusing yourself from the dance, you navigate through the lively crowd towards the lone figure at the bar.

With each step, the anticipation builds within you, mingling with the alcohol-induced courage coursing through your veins. As you draw closer, you notice the subtle tension in Zoro's frame, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as he meets your gaze.

With a light sway in your step and a playful giggle escaping your lips, you approach him, the warmth of the alcohol coloring your cheeks. "Hey there, lone swordsman,” you chirp, “Mind if i join ya?” you don’t even wait for his response before sliding onto the stool beside him with a less-than-graceful plop.

Zoro's expression softens, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he gestures to the stool, "Be my guest," he replies gruffly.

Zoro arches a brow, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Looks like someone's had a bit too much fun," he observes, amusement evident in his tone.

You giggle again, nodding enthusiastically. "Maybe just a little," you admit, feeling a sudden burst of boldness fueled by the alcohol coursing through your veins. "But I couldn't resist coming to chat with the mysterious Zoro."

A chuckle escapes Zoro's throat as he leans back against the bar, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of intrigue. "Mysterious, huh?" he muses, swirling the contents of his drink thoughtfully. "I like the sound of that."

Perching on the stool, you steal a moment to take in his rugged features, the dim light casting shadows across his face. There's a quiet strength about him, an aura of mystery that draws you in.

"Sooooo, what's with the solitary act?" you slur playfully, “Why don’t ‘cha join us out there?”

Zoro chuckles, a low rumble that reverberates through the air. "Not my scene," he grumbles, taking a sip from his drink. "Besides, someone's gotta keep watch."

"Fair enoughhhh," you reply, your words trailing off as you glance back towards the dance floor where the party shows no signs of slowing down. The music pounds in your ears, and you find yourself swaying to the rhythm even as you sit at the bar.

For a moment, the two of you sit in comfortable silence, the music providing a soothing backdrop to your conversation. As you steal glances at Zoro, you can't help but wonder about the thoughts swirling behind his enigmatic gaze.

With a tipsy grin, you lean a little closer to Zoro, feeling a sudden surge of boldness. "You knowww," you begin, your words slightly slurred but filled with earnestness, "I've been thinking about you."

Zoro's eyebrows raise in mild surprise, his gaze shifting to meet yours with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Oh, really?" he responds, his tone tinged with a hint of intrigue.

"Yeah," you continue, a playful lilt in your voice. "I mean, you're always off doing your own thing, being all mysterious and brooding... It's kinda hard not to think about you."

A ghost of a smile plays at the corners of Zoro's lips as he listens to your rambling confession. "Well, I suppose I should take that as a compliment," he remarks, his tone teasing yet genuine.

You nod enthusiastically, feeling a warmth spreading through you at his response. "Definitely," you affirm, a playful twinkle in your eye. "You've got this whole mysterious thing going on, and I gotta admit, it's pretty intriguing."

Zoro's gaze softens, a flicker of something unreadable dancing in his eyes. "I'm glad you think so," he replies, his voice quieter, now, more sincere.

"You've been thinking about me, too, right?" you tease, your words laced with playful skepticism. You flirtatiously twirl a strand of hair between your fingertips as you await his response. 

Zoro's expression softens, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he admits before taking a sip of his drink, "But what makes you so sure of that?"

Your heart skips a beat at his confession, a warmth spreading through you at the thought of being on his mind. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised," you quip, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "I mean, who wouldn't think about me?"

A low chuckle rumbles in Zoro's chest as he shakes his head in amusement. "You've got a point there," he concedes, his gaze intense as it lingers on you.

Emboldened by his admission, you take a sip of your drink before continuing. "It’s pretty obvious, you know, i've noticed all that staring," you toy, a hint of bashfulness creeping into your voice.

Zoro's eyebrows raise in mild surprise, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper. "Have you now?" he teases back.

You nod, feeling a rush of boldness coursing through you. "Yeah," you reply, a flush creeping across your cheeks. "And I have to say, I kinda like it."

A flicker of something unreadable dances in Zoro's eyes as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Well, then," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, "Maybe we should do something about it."

As Zoro's breath grazes your skin, sending a surge of anticipation coursing through you. The air crackles with tension, each moment stretching out as you wait for his next move.

With a boldness you didn't know you possessed, you lean in closer, your lips hovering just inches from his. "I think that's a fantastic idea," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the soft music that still fills the air.

Zoro's gaze darkens with desire as he closes the remaining distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that ignites a fire deep within your core. In that moment, all doubts and reservations melt away, leaving only the raw, undeniable passion that burns between you.

With a shared breathless smile, Zoro gently takes your delicate hand in his calloused one, his touch causing sparks to erupt beneath your skin. "Come with me," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire, “Too crowded here.”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest as you follow him through the dimly lit corridors of the ship. Each step brings you closer to an unknown destination, yet you trust in the magnetic pull drawing you towards him.

----

As you walk together in silence, the air thick with anticipation, you steal glances at Zoro, admiring the way his muscles flex beneath his fitted shirt and the intensity in his eyes. Despite the darkness of the corridor, you feel a warmth spreading through you, fueled by the promise of what's to come.

Finally, you arrive at Zoro's quarters, the door sliding open with a soft hiss. Stepping inside, you're enveloped in the intimate glow of candlelight, casting shadows that dance across the walls.

Before you can even catch your breath, Zoro presses you firmly against the wall, his strength evident in his forcefullness. 

With a hunger that matches your own, Zoro leans in closer, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. It's as if he's staking his claim, pouring all his pent-up desire and longing into your lips. 

“Mm,” he groans lowly into your mouth. 

Filled with a surge of daring, you lift your hand to tangle your fingers in his hair, urging him closer. You revel in the intoxicating taste of him—a mingling of sea salt and booze—it electrifies your senses. His presence is overpowering, emitting a primal scent of sweat and masculinity, tempered only by a faint hint of weak cologne. 

Your tongues collide in a fierce, passionate dance, each movement conveying a raw hunger and urgency that leaves you breathless. It's as if you're drowning, and his mouth is your lifeline.

You feel the corners of his lips curling into a knowing smirk at your desperation, and in a swift, decisive motion, he seizes the opportunity to grasp your wrists firmly. With a firm yet gentle touch, he maneuvers your arms above your head, pinning them against the wall as he presses his body against yours.

“Needy thing, aren’t ya?” he grins wolfishly, making heat pool in your core. 

With a low growl, he leans in closer, his lips trailing a path of fire along your jawline and down to your neck. 

Your head instinctively lulls back, giving him more access to your throat. 

“Mm, Zoro,” you huff lustfully, “Want you so bad…”

As he continues to sloppily kiss down the column of your neck, he brings his right knee up to slot between your legs, making you gasp softly into his mouth.

“Come on, baby,” he groans.

Zoro's hands abandon their place around your wrists, descending to grip your breasts firmly. His calloused palms mold your soft flesh, eliciting a small squeak of delight from your lips.

“F-Fuck,” you curse softly. 

As you continue to rock your hips against him, the heat between you intensifies, the tension building to an almost unbearable peak. His touch is urgent, his kisses hungry, as if he's determined to consume you entirely.

"Do you like that, y/n?" he growls against your neck, his voice thick with desire. "Losing yourself on me like this?"

Driven by an insatiable need, your hands find their way to his back, your nails digging into his muscles as you cling to him desperately.

"M-mhm," you whimper in agreement, unable to form coherent words as you lose your composure.

His grip on your breasts tightens, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You can feel the primal urgency in his touch, the intensity of his desire mirrored in the way he ravishes you.

But suddenly, he stops, making you whine out at the loss of contact as he slowly pulls away from you. 

His eyes are hungry as you looks you over. Iris moving up and down your form like a predator stalking its prey.

“Get on your knees,” he grumbles lustfully. 

His command sends a shiver down your spine, and yet, you obey immediately, sinking to your knees before the swordsman. 

As you lower yourself, you feel a surge of heat pooling in your core, the anticipation of what's to come making your heart pound within your chest. 

Without a word, he reaches out, his fingers tangling in your hair as he gently guides your head forward.

You inhale sharply, your breath catching in your throat as you feel his warmth close in on you. And then, you do as you have been silently told, pressing your lips to his skin, kissing him with a fervor born of pure desire.

His arousal is evident; rock hard and pulsing beneath each press of your lips to his crotch. 

His toned arms snake down, deftly tugging at his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers in one fluid motion. His cock springs free, bobbing against his muscular abdomen, a potent symbol of his arousal.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you take in the sight of the man before you. He’s magnificent.  His cock is big, thick; looks heavy, even. 

As your eyes roam over him, he notices your reaction and smirks, a self-satisfied chuckle escaping his lips. He takes your chin between his fingertips, tilting your gaze upwards to meet his.

"Don't drool now," he teases, his voice laced with smug confidence, knowing damn well how well-endowed he is. 

You swallow hard, your cheeks flushing with desire as you meet his gaze. His confidence is intoxicating, his dominance igniting a primal hunger within you that demands to be sated.

With trembling hands, you reach out, unable to resist the temptation before you. Your fingers trace along the length of his cock, marveling at its girth and hardness.

He groans softly at your touch, his eyes darkening with desire as he watches you with hungry anticipation. Encouraged by his response, you wrap your hand around him, feeling the weight of him in your grasp.

"Fuck," he breathes out, his voice husky with need. 

You continue to stroke him, your movements becoming more confident as you explore every inch of him eagerly. 

His breaths grow heavier with each stroke, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward to meet your touch.

“Open your mouth,” he rasps. 

You comply eagerly, parting your lips to accommodate him as he guides himself towards you.

He watches you intently, his gaze smoldering with lust as he revels in the sight of you submitting to him so willingly. 

With a groan of satisfaction, he slides into your mouth, filling you completely with his hardness. You take him eagerly, savoring the taste of him, the weight of him on your tongue.

As he fills your mouth, you can't help but moan in pleasure, the sensation of him stretching you sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body.

"Mm," you moan around him, the sound vibrating against his skin and sending a shiver down his spine.

Encouraged by your response, he begins to move, thrusting gently into your mouth as he sets a steady rhythm.

“Fuck,” he groans, letting his head fall back, “Such a good girl, taking me so well.”

You revel in the praise that falls from his lips, a delicious affirmation of your obedience. 

You can feel the thick tip of his cock meeting the back of your throat with each thrust, but you dismiss the discomfort, you just want to please him. 

As you continue to take him deeper, you can feel the intensity of his desire growing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he nears the edge. 

But instead of welcoming his orgasm, Zoro catches your face in his hand, holding your jaw to make you halt your efforts. 

"Stand up," he commands huskily, his voice thick with need as he withdraws from your mouth.

You giggle playfully, wiping the drool from your chin. "Jeez, Zoro," you tease, "On your knees, open your mouth, stand up,” you mock, “What's next? You want me to do a handstand?"

Zoro smirks, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you or not?" he grumbles, his tone laced with desire and impatience.

Your playful demeanor melts away at the threat of his words, replaced by a surge of arousal. With a playful roll of your eyes, you comply, rising to your feet and turning to face him, anticipation thrumming through your veins as you await his next move.

With a firm yet gentle hand, he guides you towards the wall, pressing your chest-first against its cool surface. The contact sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through you, heightening the intensity of your arousal.

As you’re pressed breasts against the wall, you can feel the heat of his body against your back, his presence looming over you with an almost palpable intensity. 

He presses himself against you, his hardness pressing into the small of your back.

You gasp at the contact, the heat of his arousal searing against your skin as you feel the full weight of his desire pressing into you. It's a delicious torment, the promise of pleasure mingling with the anticipation of what's to come.

"Feel how much I want you," Zoro's voice is low and husky against your ear as he presses himself closer, his breath hot against your skin.

You tremble at his words, “I-I want you, too, Zoro,” you whine. 

He lets out a low growl of satisfaction, his hands trailing down your sides as he pulls your hips back to get you closer.

"Good," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear from behind, “Tell me how bad you want it, y/n, Or I won’t give it to you at all.”

Your breath hitches at his ultimatum. "I want it so bad, Zoro.” you whimper needily,  “I need you to fuck me. Please."

You can’t see his face, but you swear you can feel his familiar smirk as he speaks against your ear, "That's what I wanted to hear," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

With a firm grip on his cock, he guides the tip to nudge at your weeping entrance, teasing you with the promise of entry. You gasp at the sensation, your breath catching in your throat as you await the intrusion.

He begins pressing himself inside you, groaning at the feeling of you stretching out around him. With each inch, he delves deeper, filling you completely with his throbbing hardness. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of both pleasure and pain coursing through your body.

“O-Oh, Zoro-!” you cry out weakly.

He leans forward, his breath hot against your skin as he bites along your nape, 

"Sh-Shit," he curses through gritted teeth, his voice strained with pleasure, "So tight-" His words trail off into a guttural groan as he buries himself deep inside you, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation of being enveloped by your warmth.

You gasp at the feeling of him filling you completely, your body pulsating with pleasure as you surrender to the intoxicating intrusion. 

His hand snakes up to grip the back of your neck as he finally begins to thrust in and out of you.

“Fuck-!” you whimper, your attempts to dig your nails into the wall futile against the onslaught of pleasure.

With a firm grip on your neck, he develops a steady rhythm, keeping you pressed against the wall as he moves in and out of you. Each thrust hits your sweet spot with precision, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through your body.

“Shit,” he groans, “You squeeze me so tight-”

A symphony of moans and gasps spills from your lips, mingling with his own guttural groans of pleasure. The room is quickly filled with the rhythmic sound of your bodies colliding, a passionate cacophony that echoes off the walls.

With a sudden motion, he pulls back slightly, his hand leaving your neck and landing firmly on your exposed ass, delivering a sharp spank that sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through you.

You gasp at the sudden sensation, your body instinctively arching towards him, craving more of the delicious sting. The impact leaves a tingling warmth in its wake, heightening the intensity of your arousal.

"Zoro," you whimper, your voice a mixture of pleasure and desire, your nails digging into the wall as you brace yourself for more.

Encouraged by your response, he delivers another spank, each strike awakening a primal hunger within you.

With each spank, he relishes in the way your body reacts, the way you gasp and arch towards him, begging for more.

"Such a slut for me," he growls, "You like it rough, don't you?"

You whimper in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure courses through you, mingling with the sting of his touch.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "Let me hear how much you enjoy it."

You moan in response, the sensation of his hand against your skin driving you to the edge of ecstasy.

The pace of his thrusts never falters as he grants you with more delicious spanks.

He’s thrusting rougher, now, impressed with how much you can take.

"You take me so good, y/n," he groans, his voice strained with desire and admiration. The praise only fuels your arousal further, spurring you on as you both chase the heights of pleasure together.

“Th-Thank you, Zoro,” you whimper weakly, “You fuck me so good-”

You're both teetering on the brink of release as he continues moving in and out of you, the tension coiling tighter with each passing moment. His breath comes in ragged gasps against your ear, matching the rhythm of your moans as you both surrender to the pleasure of the moment.

"Fuck, y/n," he groans, his voice strained with desire, "I'm so close..."

You whimper in response, the pleasure overwhelming as you feel the heat building deep within you. With each thrust, you edge closer and closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

With a final, desperate thrust, you both topple over the edge of ecstasy. Zoro groans as he spills inside you, unapologetically painting your insides white.

And with that, the tension that had been coiling within your lower tummy finally snaps, releasing a torrent of pleasure that sends shockwaves through your veins and straight to your head. Colors explode beneath your eyelids as you're consumed by the intensity of your climax, every nerve ending ablaze with sensation.

In that moment, there's only the two of you, engulfed throes of pleasure.

----

The following morning, as the golden rays of sunlight filter through the windows of the ship, you and Zoro emerge from his quarters, your steps in sync as you walk side by side. There's a subtle ease in the air between you, a silent understanding of the shared intimacy that had transpired between you the night before.

As you enter the dining room, the crew's eyes dart up from their breakfast plates, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. Sanji's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips, while Nami's eyes sparkle with mischief as she exchanges a glance with Robin.

Nami's mischievous grin widens as she leans back in her chair, her eyes flickering between you and Zoro. "Sounds like you two had fun last night," she quips, her tone dripping with playful innuendo.

You feel a flush creep up your cheeks at her teasing remark, but before you can respond, Zoro interjects with his usual gruff demeanor. "Mind your own business, navigator," he retorts, though there's a faint hint of amusement in his voice.

Luffy, ever oblivious to subtleties, beams at the two of you, his mouth already full of food. "Morning, guys! Did you sleep well?" he chirps, completely unaware of the implications of his question.

You exchange a glance with Zoro, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes as you both share a silent understanding. With a shrug, Zoro responds in his typical gruff manner, "Like a log."

Zionism is Nazism

apprentice - mihawk x reader

pairing: dracule mihawk x reader rating: 18+ summary:   ”You need to relax.” Mihawk said, “You'll never do it right if you have all this pain in your back.” His large hands dug into your back. You whimpered which only encouraged him more. You had been complaining all day that your back was so stiff. tags: pwp, massages, sexual tension, semi-rough sex, doggy style, hair pulling, swordswoman!reader, apprentice!reader, mihawk is rough with his apprentice, clothed male x naked woman

  ”You need to relax.” Mihawk said, “You'll never do it right if you have all this pain in your back.” His large hands dug into your back. You whimpered which only encouraged him more. You had been complaining all day that your back was so stiff.

You had been at the castle for almost three months now, you came with determination to be the greatest swordsman alive, even if you were a woman. You'd be the best there ever had been and the first step was to defeat Mihawk. But your defeat was swift, he didn't even use the full weight of his sword. Your sword was just so weak that it crumbled under the slightest pressure. 

At the end of your short duel, he felt bad for you. Even when you broke into tears when he held his sword up against your throat. It had been a long time since he had an apprentice. Plus the company wouldn't have been too bad. 

Three months in, you had shown improvement. But the pains in your body from daily training needed tending to. Which often had him pressing ice against your sore spots, other times he had to take drastic measures. 

 “Shit, Dracule.” You whimpered as he kneaded at your back. His hands focused on the middle of your back which was a sensitive spot. You gripped onto the pillow on the couch and tried not to whine into it too loudly. 

  “Stay still.” He responded as he pressed further into your back muscles. He watched you claw at the pillow and a small smirk formed on his lips. But you'd never know. 

You were a good apprentice. You listened, you behaved, you were even a decent swordswoman. You knew your way with a blade but you were far from the greatest. There was a lot you needed to learn. 

  “I'm trying to! It's just, ow!” You whined as he popped a part of your back which made you feel a sense of relief. You were so stiff, it was hard to be the best when your back was in shambles. 

  “It won't get better if it doesn't hurt a bit. Now stay still.” He warned as he moved to your tailbone. The pressure he applied to the spot made you flail a bit and bury your head into the pillow to moan.

You could've killed him at that moment. The relief that bloomed in your body felt amazing, it was the best you physically felt in some time. All the rigorous training had done a number on your body. There was no wonder you were sore and stiff. 

  “It's hard!” You hissed through your teeth followed by a loud 'ah' noise, Relaxation spread through your body as you relaxed against the fabric of the couch. He continued to work your body, he took in the sounds that you made as he rubbed such a sore spot. 

  “Be good now.” He said, “You came here to defeat me, now you are being trained by me. You're going to listen to me if you want to be the best.” Your back cracked and he smiled once more when you made a small noise. He knew he wasn't hurting you, he knew by now what noises you made when you were hurt. 

But these noises sounded almost erotic. 

He closed his eyes for a moment before he continued to rub up and down your back. He soon landed on your shoulders and started to soothe the pain of swinging such a large weapon. 

  “Stay down.” He said when you moved again. He kept you pinned down on the couch as he rubbed the tension out of your shoulders. He was almost enjoying the feeling of your warm body under his palms. 

You would've suspected that his palms would've been calloused, they were however still strong but not as rough as you expected. He may be a pirate but he took care of himself. You made another soft noise and he exhaled deeply. 

  “Are you getting turned on by this?” You asked. Your heart was racing as you were starting to feel a little aroused by the feeling of his hands on you. Call yourself touch starved! You held onto the pillow. 

Instead of responding he moved one hand to the back of your head and buried your face deeper into the pillow. He held you there while his fist massaged between your shoulders, his hand got deep into the sore tissue. 

You would've backed off from the question if it weren't for when he moved you felt something hard press against your back. It also didn't help that he was almost straddling your back to fit on the tight couch. 

Before you could comment on it, you squealed as he hit a sore spot. You clung to the pillow and Mihawk couldn't take it anymore. His much smaller apprentice was making erotic noises for having her back rubbed! He stopped and pulled his hands away from you. 

He stared down at your clothed back and deeply exhaled, “I wouldn't be so around if you weren't making noises like you are now. Are you making them on purpose?” 

  “No, Dracule.” You responded, “It's just I've never had my back rubbed like that. I didn't even know you knew how to get that deep.“ 

  ”You learn a lot of things when you're out at sea.“ He got off of you and you turned to look at him. He reached down and touched you cheek, he felt the heat under his hand, ”But I have a feeling that you enjoyed this a lot more than you're telling me.“ 

You looked away and buried your face back into the pillow, ”Shut up.“ 

He pulled your head away from the pillow by your hair and leaned in close to you, those gold eyes peered into yours, ”this might be a castle, but I know what you do when you think I'm not listening.“ 

 ”I don't know what you're talking about.“ You tried to deny it but there was no escaping. You held his gaze as you waited for his response. 

  ”All alone, when you think I'm asleep. You pleasure yourself and you do not keep quiet about it. I think even when you think I'm outside the castle, I can hear you loud and clear. You made the same noises as I massaged you.“ 

You blushed more, the heat that rose to your cheeks was almost painful. He could hear every time you pleasured yourself in your bedroom. In all honesty you could've lied and said you were thinking about Zoro or even Perona! But he knew, he could easily tell that every little dirty fantasy that crossed your mind involved him. 

He got closer, and pulled your head up more. He had a grip on you that threatened to tear hair out of your head, ”Your own teacher.“ He said, his tone was painfully soft. 

  ”Dracule.“ You whimpered.

  ”I know what you want, you tell me every night. Did you even come here to fight me or were you looking for a willing sexual partner?”

  “Dracule.” You repeated.

He gripped your hair tightly and pulled your head back, “Answer me.” You knew he could be domineering, but to see it in action. To see him gaze down at you with this intense expression made lust blossom in your gut. 

  “I wanted to fight.” You admitted, “But then I saw you and I wanted you!” You whimpered as he pulled your head further back to expose more of your neck to him. “When you took me in, then the feelings started!”

  “Good girl.” He said as he let go of your hair and pulled you up by the arm, “Come with me.” Then brought you to his room, up the stairs and down the hall. 

You had only been in Mihawk's bedroom once. And that was the first time he defeated you in a fight, you got a nasty cut on your arm from the small blade he used. You didn't focus on the make up of his room because you were too busy being a sore loser. 

It was neat, a tidy space that Mihawk called his own. But soon it was made messy by him peeling off your clothes and tossing you onto the bed like you weighed nothing. He was still clothed while you were bare, the cold in the room made your nipples hard. “Here. Now.” He said as he grabbed you by the ankle and moved you as you pleased. 

Soon you were bent over the high bed, your feet barely touched the floor. Your ass was exposed to him, you could feel his heated gaze on your body as he took off his hat and placed it on your head, “Keep it safe, if you wrinkle it I won't be kind to you.” 

  “Yes, Dracule.” 

  “Good girl.” 

He started to undo his belt. It clattered to the floor and soon he got his cock out of his pants. He gazed down at your back side, the shape of your ass, the scars on your back. A softer part of Mihawk wanted to make sure you didn't add to the collection, but in order to be the best you had to take some hits. And some of those hits would scar. 

He spread your legs a little bit, and leaned over you as  he slowly inserted his cock into you. And once again you made the same noises that you made when he massaged you earlier. You even moved one leg up and threatened to kick out from the feeling of being fucked but Mihawk dominated over you and kept you in the position he wanted. 

  “Good girl.“ He said again, ”I knew I picked well when I took you on. Maybe I'll have to keep doing this in order to make you better.“ He leaned down and left a bruising make on the back of your right shoulder, ”Or I should keep you as mine. Let you win our little fight and keep you here with me. No one to bother us.” A possessive streak curled in his stomach. 

He started to thrust his hips, you moaned into the covers and he took pleasure in the noises that you made. So many nights he lied away to the sound of you pleasuring yourself so to get the chance to make you feel good eliated Mihawk. He continued to move, his pace quicked rapidly. There was no time for gentle pleasantries. He had teased you enough over these last few months. The feeling was erotic, it consumed both of you. 

Your mouth hung open as you arched your back. His cock felt like it was bruising your insides. It was like nothing you had ever had inside you before, your fingers were a far cry from the grith that was Mihawk's cock.

The sounds of sex filled the bedroom, from heavy breathing to the sounds of skin hitting together. You gripped onto the soft covers and arched your back further to make sure it hit all your sweet spots. It was the kind of sex that you could get addicted to. 

Mihawk noticed and continued his brutal pace. He enjoyed the noises you were making, now that he was getting pleasure too. He was no longer being teased. His breathing became ragged, he felt sweat drip down his neck into his shirt. 

  “Shit.” He groaned breathlessly. He continued his motions, his cock ached inside of you. You were perfectly tight in a way that made the man's stomach clench. He could feel the pleasure coursing throughout his body. 

It wasn't long before the urge to climax grew stronger for both of you. You buried your head into the bed and moaned loudly as he continued to thrust into you. You were soaked by that point, the sound of your wetness coating his cock as he pushed himself into you roughly only added to the noises of sex between you too. 

  “You're such a good girl. I'm going to keep you.” He said as he laid another bruise on your back, “Not only am I going to teach you how to be a good fighter, I will also teach you how to pleasure me.” He reached and grabbed your hair once more, he yanked your head away from the covers and left bruising marks on your neck.

You whined, “Yes, Dracule. Yes! I'll do whatever you want, please!“ You were almost desperate, the knowledge of that made Mihawk's cock ache. He gripped onto you tightly, his cock drilled into you at a rapid pace that left your insides all bruised. 

You were on the cusp of orgasm, your breathing was rapid and sweat covered your nude body. With a few more hard thrusts you whined, ”I'm yours!“ And then came around his cock with such force it knocked the wind out of you. 

Mihawk dropped your head back down to the covers and continued to thrust down into you. His pace was rapid and messy. He gripped your ass for leverage as he gave a few more bruising thrusts and finished inside of you.

You moaned weakly against the covers as he finished, you felt a heat pool in your gut. Probably because he had pushed all your organs up due to the harshness of your thrusts. 

Mihawk pulled out and gave you a hard smack on the ass. He was going to enjoy training you more. And who knew, maybe he could find ways to strengthen you while he bruised your insides. 

Sweet girl (2/?)

(The witch and the beast) After a lot of rinse a repeat I think I’m kind of happy with this chapter, it’s not very long but yall can definitely see what’s finna happen in the next chapter 🫣🤭, I don’t know the word count and I haven’t gone through and double checked for typos because I just wrote this all in one sitting and I didn’t want to lose my flow , plus I wanted to update sooner rather than later but anyways here yall go , let me know what you guys think, any feedback is good feedback .

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Ashaf x F! Reader

Ashaf = blue

Reader= pink

CW: Suggestive content , use of Y/N (only once), alcohol consumption.

“I have a room booked on the top floor of The Manor hotel I’ll be waiting for your arrival” Those words rang in my ear as I watch his figure approach the building. He stopped and looked back at me. “ I do hope you make haste with meeting me I’m very anxious to get you alone”

Excitement rushed through my body. Ashaf and I don’t have a label for what we are and with both of our insanely busy and dangerous schedules there’s no telling when the next time we’ll see one another again.

I finally gather myself and leave the alley, I should hurr- “here you go ma’am” a delivery driver said to me holding out a letter. “ What is this, I’m kind of in a hurry” I asked in a huff. “Don’t know I’m just here to pick you up and give you the letter” he said as he opened the door waiting for me to enter.

I roll my eyes as I open the letter, it’s a letter from the order wanting me to come in and give a formal report of my most recent mission. I sigh and look at the hotel then back at the driver before entering the car, ‘I hope Ashaf will understand’ I thought to myself

The car slowed and stopped at a high end restaurant. I look at my watch checking the time, it’s 2:45pm currently, before exit the car and walk inside, a waitress comes to me and leads me to the V.I.P room. I enter the room and I’m met with the every higher up. I let out a deep sigh hoping it won’t take too long.

“Y/N!! So glad you could make it” The president of the order greeted me excitedly. It looks like he’s had too much to drink already. “Good afternoon Mr.President, I’m glad I am able to meet you on such short notice.” I greet everyone else and the meeting finally starts, ‘this is gonna take longer than expected’ I think to myself as the president orders more alcohol and food.

I bid my goodbyes to my seniors and send them off. “It’s finally over” I huff out, I look down at my watch once more, it’s 6pm. “ITS BEEN FOUR HOURS?!?” I exclaim. I wave a cab down and try to get back to The Manor Hotel as fast as possible.

I rush into the building and head straight for the receptionist desk and get the spare key for Ashaf’s room.

As I stand in the elevator watching the numbers slowly rise I find my self more and more nervous as the seconds tick by. I find his room and bring myself to knock but not before the door swings open and I’m snatched inside, the door slamming shut and locking behind me.

It’s dark and quiet. “Ashaf?” I call out waiting for a response. I shuffle around searching for a light switch. “Ashaf where are you, I can’t se-“ I’m cut off by the lights coming on and Ashaf is sitting on the bed. “ I remember telling you that it’s imperative you’d be here in decent amount of time, that was four almost five hours ago, correct?”

I exhale the breathe I didn’t know I was holding and go to explain but Ashaf stands and clears the space between us in a matter of seconds, backing me into the wall, his hand comes up to caress my lips before he touches his lips with mine. It’s a feral , intense kiss. He pulls away “I’m afraid I can’t let your tardiness go unpunished” he says as he begins to remove his belt and pants before sitting in a chair palming his rather large bulge. “Come help me out , my sweet girl”.