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sanjis-all-blue · 9 months
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Quickies Pt. 1 | Supernovas
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summary: Drabbles for quickies with Luffy, Zoro, Kid, Killer, and Law. ♡
wc: 1.6k
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NSFW - 18+ Only - Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI - You Will Be Blocked
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warnings: gn reader, individual warnings with each character but expect cream pies, fellatio, doggy, missionary, and prone boning.
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Part 2
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Monkey D. Luffy
cw: doggy, cream pie
Luffy’s pace suddenly quickened, his hips slapping against the plush of your ass with a sense of urgency.
“Ack, Luffy, wh-what’s wrong?” You half-moaned-half-breathed, your cheek pressed to the blankets of his bunk.
“It’s almost dinner!” Luffy replied, not slowing his pace.
You scoffed considering this was his idea. He had kind of been pestering you all day, tugging at the waistband of your shorts, being extra touchy with your rear, sneaking as many kisses to your shoulders as he could. You loved stealing moments away with your Captain, so you unceremoniously led him below deck, divested your lower half of clothing, and offered yourself to him.
Which is how you found your hole being stuffed by this rubber man’s cock, his fingers digging into your hips as he railed you into the bed. His pace rushed him towards the finish line, and with a few low-pitched grunts you felt his cum spill inside of you.
His thrusts slowed as he audibly exhaled, making sure every last drop was donated to the cause.
“Did you finish?” He asked, pulling himself from you.
You shook your head no, your mind mostly plotting how you were going to make it to the bathroom without spilling cum everywhere.
He let out his hearty laugh. “Sorry, [y/n]! After dinner, I’ll make it up to you.”
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Roronoa Zoro
cw: riding
“You’re so needy.”
Zoro’s strong, calloused hands gripped your thighs as you rode him, straddling his hips, rutting yourself against him.
He was training, but you decided your desires took priority.
Not that Zoro was complaining - he’s a big proponent of active recovery between sets anyway.
So when you laid him down on his bench, spurred on by watching his sculpted body flex and lift and sweat, he hardly protested. His only words were “Better make it quick, I have more reps to do.”
You were pleasantly surprised to see he was already rock hard when you pulled out his cock, and with some spit and a few pumps with your hand, you were ready to take your seat.
Once he was comfortably inside of you, he let you take control of the situation, trusting you to be mindful of his schedule.
While you thought you had the upper hand, it was clearly him. The way he grabbed at your flesh and the occasional thrust that would spike your most sensitive spot to make run your blood hot and cause you to unravel under his touch were all the hints you needed to know that actually, Zoro was in charge.
“C’mon, I wanna watch you cum.” He goaded. One large thumb pressed against the sensitive nerves between your legs which triggered your orgasm. His watchful eye observed as your body shook with pleasure, a smirk on his lips.
“Did you like that?” He asked. You nodded, breathy and euphoric. “Good. Now get off. But stay close, I’ll need you later.”
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Eustass “Captain” Kid
cw: fellatio, cum-swallowing
After a particularly rough battle, you felt it your duty to stay besides Kid while he recovered. He took a few hits for you, so now his body was spent.
“Hey, [y/n],” he muttered. You looked up from your book you were reading, seated next to his bed, to see his eyes darting back and forth between your face and his stiffening cock.
“Use your words,” you scolded.
“Suck my cock.”
Straight forward enough.
You tore back the blankets and pulled down his boxers to free his turgid member. Kid didn’t have the energy to jack himself off in his current state, but his libido was as strong as ever.
With some spit in your palm and unceremonious jerking of his cock, you took his leaky tip into your mouth, swirling it with your tongue. Kid’s heavy breaths signaled his approval so you moved to take more of him.
Your head bobbed up and down on him, then twisted left to right as you pulled up. The sloppy sounds of your mouth only brought attention to the spit running down your chin and freckling your cheeks as you took him all the way.
He was close, and you could tell by the way his flesh hand graced the back of your head, providing a steady boundary so that his cock couldn’t escape your lips.
When it was time for release, he pressed your head down and held you in place while the spurts of white hot cum hosed the back of your throat - the sour profile tingling your tongue.
Once he was finished, he let your head go, a smile on his lips. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and you watched Kid’s eyes closed as he went to take a nap.
Before he passed out he grumbled: “When I’m feeling better, I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
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Massacre Soldier Killer
cw: missionary, cream pie
“If I burn this stir fry because of you, I will throw you overboard.”
This was Killer’s threat as you laid yourself down on the dining table, legs spread. You laughed for a few reasons:
He would never let the stir fry burn.
The two of you had been unable to fuck the past few days, so you knew he was ready to blow.
He loved fucking you too much to throw you overboard.
Killer undid he belt, pulled out his cock, and slapped it against your stomach so you could see just how much he would be rearranging your guts by stuffing you.
Two of his fingers tapped your lips, which you opened to accept. With a few enthusiastic sucks and even more swipes of your tongue, he pulled those digits out and slid them into your waiting hole.
The sting of the stretch made your blood hot as you anticipated the main course - knowing he just liked opening you up for ease of access.
With a few pumps and scissors and curls, he deemed you ready, sliding his cock past tight rings of muscle. He hissed under his mask at your tightness, milking himself with your body.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him in closer, the smacking of skin and the pops of oil and your breathy moans the only things you could hear.
His hands gripped your thighs, extracting as much pleasure as he could from your body, trying to be mindful of time.
“Fuck, Kil’” you moaned as he bore into your depths, shallow thrusts lighting your nerve endings on fire until just the right twinge and just the exact swipe set off your orgasm, causing your walls to spasm around Killer, who was pushed over the edge by the sensation.
His cum spilled from him and into you, his grunts from under his mask hasty with the need to get back to the stove.
Once he was finished, he stood and pulled himself out, shoving his cock back in his pants, rushing over to the sink and washing his hands to tend to his pan of veggies and noodles.
“Go clean up for dinner, [y/n].” He called over his shoulder as you dismounted the table. “And when you come back, wipe that down. People eat there.”
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Trafalgar Water D. Law
cw: prone bone, cream pie
Law nuzzled the spot behind your ear, coaxing you to stay in bed. His palms groped and probed at the softest parts of your naked body, protected from the air by the blankets he spooned you under.
“I gotta go help with breakfast.” You mumbled, sleep still on your voice.
“Just five more minutes,” he begged softly. His hand trailed from your waist to your hip to your thigh, then slid between your legs. He pulled your thighs apart, hooking your leg over his.
Even after a night of sex, he wasn’t satisfied, and needed to send you off to your chores with one more helping of his spunk.
His hard cock poked at your entrance, the tapered tip opening you up slowly. With one thrust he was an inch within you, the second - two, then with the third, he was halfway, and the fourth, he shoved his whole cock inside of you.
He exhaled breathily onto your shoulder and you hummed in bliss as he crossed his arms over you to pull you close.
His pace picked up quickly, not wanting to keep you from your duties. The sounds of your bodies slapping together was lewd and made your cheeks warm from the eroticism.
Law seemed to want to overtake you, as he pressed his body over yours. The two of you slowly turned at his aggression, and eventually you were laying on your belly as Law continued to shunt into you from behind.
“I’m addicted to this,” he moaned. “I always want to be inside you.” His hips smacked your ass, pummeling you into the mattress. The thrusts were sloppy and desperate as he lay flat against you, kissing your cheek and jaw and neck and shoulders and whatever else his greedy lips could get ahold of.
“Show me how addicted you are,” you challenged with a soft mischievous smile. “Cum for me.”
You watched Law’s eyes widen in your peripheral vision. Like the good boy you knew him to be, his body froze, and you felt him fill you with his seed.
“Fuck, I love fucking you,” Law moaned, pulling out, his cum puddling between your legs. He watched this is fascination before grabbing a discarded shirt to give you a preliminary wipe down.
“Good,” you said smiling, stretching your body before you stood, your heart set on heading to the bathroom. “Because after breakfast, it’s my turn to cum.”
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to: past self
hi there, i've been doing well. it doesn't hurt as much as it used to. you were wrong bout time, it doesn't heal wounds. well, it just passes. there's always going to be a wound, but don't worry you don't feel the pain anymore. past self, you didn't experience love. you experienced heartbreak from a special person. i'm not sure if we will be able to find someone like her in life. i just hope our future self will do much better than current self. love, current self
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sanjis-all-blue · 10 months
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Against The Best Advice | Ex-Husband!Zoro x Reader
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summary: one bad date and you’re already crawling back to your ex-husband’s bed
wc: 2.1k
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NSFW - 18+ Only - Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI - You Will Be Blocked
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warnings: afab!reader (referred to as “wife”, “girlfriend”, and “babe”), light alcohol consumption, zoro is a lil possessive, cream pie
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AN: I’m avoiding responsibility *jazz hands*
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You impatiently waited outside of the subpar chain restaurant which had previously housed the worst date you had ever been on. An unappealing man with terrible manners was your company for the evening after an ill-informed set up from a coworker. A waste of a Saturday evening was made even more frustrating by the fact that all ride-share services were currently experiencing a surge in pricing.
So against the best advice available, and even your own common sense, you called the one person you could think of: your ex-husband Roronoa Zoro.
He was only your ex husband because it turns out some people just make better friends than partners. You just wished that you realized earlier there was a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone, if only to save on legal costs and preserve a few hurt feelings.
And yet, every time your friends heard about your most recent “sleepover,” you would get berated with love about how you both “needed to move on” and how “it’s not healthy.”
Whatever. They don’t understand that no one quite has your back like Zoro does. Case in point, his car pulled up in front of you right as you finished pushing your friends voices out of your head.
“What kind of asshole picks here for a first date?” Zoro says through the open passenger window.
“I don’t wanna hear it,” you huff, opening the car door, and sitting in the overly reclined seat. You barely closed the door before Zoro had already sped off. Annoyed, you buckled yourself in and fixed the seat-back to sit in a normal upright position.
“What’s up with the seat?” You asked, finally getting comfortable.
“You weren’t the only one with a date tonight.” He said, not taking his eyes off the road.
You slapped his arm, knowing his exact play with dates. You were sitting in the scene of some past sin.
“Hey, I didn’t even get her pants off.” He grumbled.
That relieved you a little. “What happened?” you asked, mindlessly scrolling your phone, plotting the earful your coworker was going to get.
“You texted me.”
You looked up at him, mouth slightly agape. “You didn’t have to end a date for me.”
Zoro gave you a quick look of annoyance. “I didn’t.” He looked back at the road. “She saw your name pop up on my phone.”
With a scoff you asked: “What do you mean?”
“I still haven’t changed it.”
Your hands instinctively flew to cover your eyes in your own annoyance. See, even after you were married, your name was “Girlfriend” in his phone for months until you personally changed it to “Wife.” So, it tracked that it would take months for him to change your name again. Doing him an act of kindness, you held out your hand.
“I’ll just change it right now.”
Zoro dug his hand into his pocket and plopped his device into your grasp.
When you opened the phone, you realized his background was still a picture of you as well.
“You want me to change that too?” You asked, scrolling through his unorganized apps to find the Contacts.
“No, you can leave that.” He said quietly, looking over his shoulder to change lanes.
Another scoff blew past your lips. “Why?”
Zoro, again, expressed annoyance as if it was some ridiculous question. “Because you look nice in it?”
Your stomach tingled with butterflies from his compliment. After you changed the name for your contact information to your first name, you put his phone in the cup holder and looked up.
“Are we heading to your place?” You asked, recognizing the route.
“Got a problem with that?” He responded.
“Nope,” you said, popping your lips, maybe a little irritated that he didn’t even ask.
You watched the streetlights cast waves of shadows on his veined, muscular forearms, one hand gripping the wheel and another on the gear shift. His hands were always a reflection of his best qualities - strong and hardworking and safe. You could watch him drive for hours, so sure of his mastery of the vehicle that he controlled.
He didn’t live far, in this apartment he rented after you split, so it wasn’t long before you were in the elevator up to his place. Once inside, you removed your shoes, and slung your purse onto an armchair. You had helped him pick out most of the furniture because his barely furnished bachelor pad post-split was pathetic.
Zoro asked if you wanted a drink, which you definitely could use, and while he fetched that, you went to the bathroom.
After finishing your business, you washed your hands and looked at yourself in the mirror. An accusatory finger was pointed back at you. “Do not have sex with him.” You spoke, trying to convince yourself of the game plan. “Do not.”
“Can you stop talking to yourself in there? I have to piss.” Zero’s voice called from the other side of the door.
Your ears burned at the embarrassment. Letting him into the room, you brushed past him, hoping he didn’t quite make out what you had said.
When you got back to the living room, there were two glasses and Zoro’s favorite rum on the coffee table. You sat on the couch and helped yourself, pouring him a glass as well.
You were already sipping when he came back from the restroom, and he took his spot next to you on the couch.
“Who was your date with?” You asked him.
Zoro took a sip of his drink then sucked air through his teeth. “Someone my coworker knows.”
“Did you like her?”
Zoro shook his head as he took another sip, his eyebrows knit together. “No, her laugh was annoying.”
You chuckled a bit. “Okay, well, no more dates that our coworkers set us up on, ‘cause clearly that isn’t working.”
He just hummed I’m agreement before finishing his drink and slamming the glass down.
His severe, grey eyes turned to look at you. “You deserve to go on dates to nice places.”
You knew that look of his so well, so you avoided his gaze. “You know it’s not about that stuff for me. We had all sorts of fun at all kinds of places, even the not-so-fancy ones.” Your lips met the glassware in an effort to distract yourself from the undeniable heat rising within you - independent of the alcohol.
“Yeah, but you were my wife,” Zoro said definitively. “24 hour breakfast joints are not first-date material.” You gulped the rest of your drink down and Zoro snatched the glass from your hand, placing it on the table.
You stared straight ahead, trying to remember your directive to yourself, but you could see Zoro’s eyes narrowing from the corner of your eyes.
“W-what?” You stuttered, wiping your cheek thinking you might have had something on your face.
“Get in that bedroom.”
It seemed as if your pussy did your thinking for you, because you immediately stood and stepped towards that bedroom.
As you passed Zoro, he gave you a firm pat on the ass, then stood to follow you. You both knew the routine, to be naked before you even hit the sheets.
When you got to the bed, Zoro grabbed you from behind, running his hands up your stomach to grab two handfuls of your tits, burying his face in your neck. His bare cock pressed against your lower back, and you shuddered knowing he’d be spearing you on it shortly.
Your hands reached up to his forearms, and you turned to capture his kisses with your lips. The sweet rum still hinted at your tongues, but his natural flavor was still undeniably familiar to you.
His roughness was also familiar, as he pressed your shoulder forward, bending you over the bed. You heard him spit into his hand, which then palmed your mound, a half-assed attempt at lubricant.
Barely spreading your natural slick around, he then lined himself up and shoved his full length into you, your body accommodating that which you’ve had so many times before.
The half-moan, half-howl that escaped your lips just encouraged Zoro, as he slowly found his bearings. His two hands on your hips pulled you against him, your toes straining to keep you up as he picked up the pace. The erotic slapping of skin on skin went straight to your arousal, only accentuated by his heavy balls swinging to tap your clit.
Your fingers gripped the sheets of his bed, the thread count much too rough for your liking, but you did like feeling his long, thick shaft stimulating your cunthole as he dragged himself in and out of you.
“Still so fucking tight for me, babe.” He grunted, the gravel on his voice hitting your ears so smoothly. You turned your gaze to the sliding closet door mirrors, where you could watch Zoro pound into you from behind, over and over, observing your skin ripple with each impact.
You looked up at the reflection of his face, still being bounced on his member, and as if he could feel you staring, his eyes met yours in the mirror.
Embarrassed, you leaned forward on the bed, picking your knees up, burying your face into the mattress. Zoro’s dick dutifully followed you.
“Oh, c’mon, I know you like watching me fuck you,” he teased, giving you a light smack on the ass. Conceding, you looked over again at the mirror, choosing instead to focus on the way his hands gripped you, the pulsing of his muscles as he rutted into you, the sturdiness of his forearms.
You couldn’t help the incredulous smile that pulled across your cheeks as you watched your plan unravel before you, a direct defiance of your own common sense.
Another smack seared across your ass, causing your head to tip backward, and you push yourself up off the bed, properly taking this fuck on all fours.
Zoro leaned over you, his pace slowing, and his fingers cupped your jaw, arching your back further. “I can’t believe you went on a date with someone tonight, and then called me.” His devilish tongue licked a stripe up your neck. “Trying to make me jealous, hm?” The dragging of his cock along your inner walls was causing your juices to run down your inner thighs. The hand previously on your hip slid over your thighs, traveling to your clit.
“Zoro,” you panted as the pads of his fingers connected with your nerves, and his lips sucked your neck. He had always been a master at overwhelming your senses, to the point where you’d need to close your eyes to make sense of anything.
“You think you can find someone to fuck you better than me?” He growled, but you could feel the smirk on his jaw. His slow, deep thrusts remained persistent.
“N-no,” you whined, the pleasure of your impending orgasm clouding your head.
“Maybe I should just make you my pretty little wife again, hm? Keep those other perverts away from you for good this time?”
Your eyes shot open, and you bucked back against his cock. His laugh shook both of your bodies, as he straightened up, the grip on your jaw moving back to hold all of your hair.
With your neck craned backwards, your ass pressed against his pelvis, and your hands barely keeping themselves on the bed, you were under his complete control. He yanked you further back, your shoulder blades pressed against his chest. He let your hair go, returning again to gripping your tit. His other hand had not yet left your sensitive pearl.
His lips were right back to your neck, kissing an already raw spot. “You’re mine, [y/n].”
You hummed in agreement, recognizing the erratic thrusts boring up into you.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours Zoro!” You moaned. That triggered the unloading of his seed into you, and his stilted circling of your clit sent you over your own edge. Your walls clenched around him and coaxed as much of his load out of him as possible.
While you both caught your breath, he pulled his softening cock from you and you fell in a heap on your side on the bed.
“Hey, hey, you’re gonna get cum everywhere.” Zoro said, giving your calf a little tap.
Wearily you obeyed, stumbling to the bathroom, knees together, to go clean yourself out. When you returned, you found Zoro already tucked into bed, one of his shirts laid out for you.
You curled up next to him under the blanket, resting your cheek on his chest, rubbing his stomach lightly.
You huffed and looked up at his face. “You gotta stop proposing to me during sex.”
Zoro blushed and looked away from you. “Yeah, whatever.”
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