More Zoro Smut Where He Isn’t A Big Mean Ass Dom But Awkward, Needy, Flustered, And Afraid Of Hurting

(Not my gif!)

This literally looks like Steve is beckoning you to come over and sit on his lap.

Or, it looks like he’s silently telling you ‘it aint gonna suck itself, princess’

sleepy sex with zoro. thats it that's the entire ask

⛥ﾟ・。 scent

synopsis: zoro wakes up in the mood... and you'd be crazy not to oblige.

cw: nsfw, fluffy fluff, comfort, very sweet, very soft, soft zoro, not much else, pretty tame, bit short but whatevs

a/n: i'm so fuckin lonely </3

Feeling a slight shift beside you, your head stirred, eyes fluttering open to be met by amber rays seeping in through a nearby window.

The sun poured past the thin curtains, bathing you in brilliant morning light as a pair of thick arms tightened firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against a strong chest—which radiated like a damn furnace.

Hint #1 as to what kind of morning this was going to be.

You were pleasantly surprised, seeing as you often didn't wake up next to Zoro.

Usually, he rose with the sun, carefully sliding out your grasp and throwing on a pair of pants for his pre-breakfast workout.

Key word being usually.

Slowly, you shifted your gaze to his sleeping face—his uncharacteristic, softened expression making you smile.

Your thumb gently caressed the curve of his chin, and the return of his usual pout only made your smile widen.

"Mornin'," you yawned, pressing a quick kiss on his nose.

He hummed in response, promptly burying his face in the crook of your neck.

And the two of you stayed like that for a while, you toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck, listening to his shallow breaths.

But it all changed when you suddenly felt his lips at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

He peppered kisses up your jawline, forcing your fingers to pause their ministrations.

"Zo..."

He hummed again, though while continuing his work.

"Zo, honey, what are you doing?"

"Ya smell good."

You scoffed as his mouth moved to your clavicle.

"I just woke up."

"Don't matter... s'turnin' me on."

Suddenly, his mouth was hovering over yours, eyes half-lidded in what you weren't sure was lust or drowsiness.

Not wasting any time, he captured your lips with his, relishing your soft sigh as you melted into his touch.

Smoothly, his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, moving in a languid, almost-dizzying rhythm.

"What's... gotten into you?" you manged between his relentlessness, stomach fluttering as he faintly grinned into your cheek, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. "Don't you have... to train?"

"In a minute," he grumbled like a fussy child, calloused fingers tracing your inner thigh.

The taunt that rose in your throat didn't even have a chance to get past your lips before he captured them once again with his own, tugging your panties down in one swift motion before tossing them over his shoulder.

Both your chests heaved against each other, his voice groggy as he leaned down to nibble at your neck.

"Ya don't have to do anything to turn me on. Y'know that, right?"

Your breath hitched as he began to spread your growing wetness across your glistening cunt.

"Just lookin' at you's enough."

He began tracing slow, tight circles onto your clit.

"Just touching you."

Finally, he tugged down his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, already dribbling pre.

God, this man...

"You're so beautiful, Zo," you hummed, tracing the vein that runs down his shaft.

He scoffed, but the faint tinge of red dusting his cheeks told you all you needed to know.

Flashing a lazy grin, you slowly straddled him, carefully lining him up before sinking down with a soft mewl.

Reverently, his hands slid up your legs, running over your calves and thighs until they could finally rest at the flesh of your hips, which began to lusciously roll.

At the movement, Zoro let out a deep groan, rutting up into you from his place on the bed as you set a slow but firm pace, leaving you both breathless.

Sitting up, he lifted your shirt off your head, allowing you to toss your arms over his shoulders and pull him closer as he latched onto one of your nipples.

He swirled the bud until it peaked on his tongue, before switching off to give the other the same attention, his free hand sliding down to knead your ass in his large palm.

It felt like he was everywhere.

Under your skin... in your stomach... buried in the pulsing muscle in your chest.

Overwhelmed with feeling, you leaned down to plant a harsh bite on his neck, an uncharacteristically lewd moan managing to fly past his lips.

Without hesitation, he flipped you both over, carefully sliding back into you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

With a few more deep thrusts, you both released at the same time, his face smushing into your neck to inhale more of your scent—and muffle another one of his moans.

Letting out a chuckle, you smoothed back a few hairs that stuck to his dewy forehead, peppering feather-light kisses across his hairline.

"I love you," you both muttered at the same time.

Pausing a moment, you scrunched your nose, the swordsman rolling his eyes.

Corny.

Hooking his arm under your back, he carefully pulled his cock from your heat, taking a moment to admire the glistening, sun-dappled image before him before scooping you up in his arms.

"Gonna finish this up in the shower, yeah?" he asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest with slightly wide eyes.

'Who is this man and what has he done with Zoro?'

But, since he was in such good spirits, you decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Lead the way."

Regarding Wotans

Paring: Zoro x Reader

Raiting: Explicit (minors DNI)

Summary:

You and Zoro are no secret.

The rest of the crew don’t address it directly, but they know. To others, the two of you are normal crewmates. You laugh and drink together, you fight and protect each other. You bicker and argue with each other. There are no obvious displays of affection that just any passerby can pick up on.

But the crew sees you give Zoro your extra servings of meat at dinner. They see the way Zoro is always aware of your movements when you’re in his vicinity. The hushed conversations, shoulder to shoulder and leg to leg.

There is no big announcement, no celebration. You and Zoro just are.

Or so Usopp thought.

-or- You and Zoro get into a fight about something stupid. Naturally, the crew gets involved somehow. Ends with smut.

A/N: Listen ya’ll, I am a diehard ZoSan fan, they are my OG ship and I will ship them until the day I die. But for some reason, my hetero side was really screaming at me to jot this down. So here ya go. Crossposted on Ao3.

Tags: strawhat shenanigans, female reader-insert, established relationship, squirting, aquarium sex (if that's a thing), make up sex.

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You and Zoro are no secret.

The rest of the crew don’t address it directly, but they know. To others, the two of you are normal crewmates. You laugh and drink together, you fight and protect each other. You bicker and argue with each other. There are no obvious displays of affection that just any passerby can pick up on. 

But the crew sees you give Zoro your extra servings of meat at dinner. They see the way Zoro is always aware of your movements when you’re in his vicinity. The hushed conversations, shoulder to shoulder and leg to leg. 

There is no big announcement, no celebration. You and Zoro just are.

Or so Usopp thought.

The sharpshooter watches in silent shock as you and Zoro pass each other on the deck; the swordsman towards the kitchen, and you towards the helm. The look you two exchanged could freeze over Akainu himself. 

Usually, Usopp notices you two at least nod to each other, or you’re walking to the same place together. Sometimes, much to Usopp’s delight, you would fake swat at Zoro and start a weird shadow boxing session with the two of you, leaving Zoro with a happy flush on his face. 

Usopp shivers as you walk past him. More like stomped, with the way your boots are slamming on the floorboard. “Hey, take it easy on Sunny,” Usopp calls to your back as you descend the stairs. You pause for a moment, probably feeling a bit guilty, then take noticeably softer steps towards Jinbe. 

“What’s up with her?” he says to himself, scratching the back of his head. 

To his horror, he turns around and sees Zoro also stomping his way towards him. Usopp squeals as Zoro gets in his face. “Hey, you know things about giants,” Zoro accuses him. 

“Y-Yeah, sure I do,” Usopp stammers. 

“Is it true that–”

“--that giants and fishmen are able to reproduce?” You look at Jinbe with your arms crossed, a steely determined look on your face. Jinbe looks at you in mild horror, then clears his throat. “Well,” he starts, “technically–”

“--I don’t want technically, Long-Nose,” Zoro pinches Usopp’s nose between two fingers, ignoring the sharpshooter’s pained yelp. “Is it true or not??”

“There’s been a lot of discussion amongst scholars about Wotans, but–OUCH–”

“--but yes, it is true. They’re called Wotans.” Jinbe looks at you as your face morphs from upset to smug, and hesitantly continues, “You can ask Captain Luffy–”

“I ain’t asking Luffy, you crazy?” Zoro lets go of Usopp’s nose and huffs. Usopp clutches his face and glares halfheartedly at Zoro. “Sure, I’m the crazy one,” he grumbles. 

“Whatever,” Zoro turns on his heel and stomps away. 

Usopp calls after him, “I do NOT want to know why y’all were talking about Wotans, but just apologize to her already, doofus.” Zoro flips him off without turning around, and Usopp’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance.

“And stop stomping all over Sunny!”

—

That night at dinner, Zoro has a permanent frown on his face, while you sport a relaxed, self-assured smile. Usopp looks between the two of you as Zoro stabs at his sea-king steak, and you chat happily with Robin about something Usopp couldn’t bother to decipher. 

Nami leans conspiringly towards him. “Looks like those two really got into it,” she mumbles to him. Her eyes also flick between you and Zoro. 

“Someone has to do something soon, my sense of smell depends on it,” Usopp mumbles back. 

“Are you kidding?” Name hisses. “The last time those two got into a stupid fight and I tried to help, Zoro got so mad at me for not giving me extra money for booze, he almost pulled Enma on me. Enma. I had to tiptoe around him for almost a week!” 

“I don’t want to be involved more than I already am!” Usopp complains right back. Him and Nami watch as Sanji swats at Zoro’s head for being too violent with his food.

Usopp rolls his eyes and returns to his food. “Whatever the case, they need to make up, quickly,” he says. 

Luffy pauses from stuffing his face to look between you and Zoro, then says matter of factly (and with no shortage of glee), “Zoro needs to apologize to Y/N.”

You glance at Zoro, who just angrily “che!”s. At the same moment, Luffy attempts to steal the rest of Zoro's food. The swordsman futilely gets himself tangled in Luffy's rubber appendages as the happy captain gobbles up the rest of his plate. 

Nami groans, and meets Robin’s eye from over your shoulder. When the archeologist winks, a smile slowly grows on Nami’s face. “Looks like a solution is already in the works.”

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You enter the aquarium and immediately pause at the doorway. 

“You’re not Nami,” you say. 

Zoro just looks at you. “You’re not Luffy.”

You close the door behind you. “Looks like we’ve been set up.” 

Zoro is positively lounging on the chairs that line the aquarium. Arms stretched along the tops of the comfy cushions, legs spread lazily, head lulled to the side to look at you. His three swords lay to his side. He’s the picture of relaxation. 

Despite being set up, the sight of him pisses you off.

You cross your arms and stand there, leveling the swordsman with a look that screams, I’m waiting. When you start tapping your foot impatiently, Zoro groans. In truth, he doesn’t mind admitting he’s wrong in most situations. He knows that a good leader always owns up to their mistakes. The only two exceptions to this rule are when you or Sanji are involved. You have a way of getting under his skin that Sanji never could. It tugs on his more primitive side. It makes him want to challenge you more than you challenge him. 

He gives you a long look over. You try your best to not fidget as his eyes travel hotly from your eyes, to your exposed collarbones, to the long lines of your legs. 

You start tapping your foot louder, and Zoro’s eyebrow twitches. 

“Alright, alright fine,” he drawls, then mumbles. “M’sorry.”

“What was that?” You cup your ear and lean forward. “I can’t hear you.” 

Zoro rolls his eyes. “I am sorry.” 

“For…?”

“M’sorry for not listening to you,” he says, knowing very well that's not what you want to hear. 

“Wrong,” you take a few slow steps so you’re closer to the man. “Try again.”

Zoro watches as you take measured steps towards him until you’re right in front of his spread legs. He tilts his head up to look at you as you tower over him. You unapologetically meet his eye. 

When he first met you all those years ago, you were the first woman in a long time to hold his gaze without flinching away. It was the first thing about you that Zoro found attractive. You became the challenge he always needed. In that way, and many more, you have helped him grow to be the person he is today. Now he meets your gaze, and he knows you see both his strengths and his weaknesses, and you love him all the same for it.

His eyes go ever so slightly fond when he speaks next, and you almost cave right then and there when you see it. “M’sorry for not believing you.” 

You step forward again, the sides of your knees touching his inner thighs. “Wrong.” you whisper. 

Zoro watches as you lean forward, his eye never leaving you. “I’m sorry for not trusting you with this small thing, when I already trust you with my life,” he says quietly. The rumble of his voice vibrates through you when you’re this close to him. 

You tilt his head up with a finger below his chin to get a better look at him. You see the silent apology in his eyes just as you hear it in his words. He sees the forgiveness in your eyes, and remembers there was a time when he didn’t think he deserved any sort of forgiveness from anyone. You helped him see that he was worth it, and more. 

Zoro caves. 

He surges up to press his lips to yours, grabbing your knees to bring you closer. Your body naturally follows the movement and you straddle him, winding your arms around his neck and pushing yourself against his chest. You want to feel every plane of his body against you. You grab at him and pull him flush to you as much as you can. You want to feel his hands on your skin, his saliva on your tongue, his teeth on your neck. He grants every one of your wishes without you asking. 

Your lips press and mold together frantically, almost no finesse as a carnal desire overtakes the both of you. Your hands shove into his yakuta to claw at his smooth muscled chest. He hisses as your nails drag over his skin, and bites your lower lip in retaliation. The sounds of you both panting heavily are loud in the silence of the aquarium. 

There are no words exchanged. There’s no need for it. 

Effortlessly, Zoro moves through a set of motions that leaves you breathless. He grips your thighs and stands, turning so that you are sitting on the couch and he is on his knees between your legs before you could take another breath. 

You let out a puff of air as you fall back. Zoro pulls once and your pants and underwear are both gone. You open your mouth to protest, but he almost desperately grabs the back of your thighs and raises them so your knees are practically at your chest, and his mouth attaches to your core. 

His tongue and lips and teeth press at you with such an urgency and intensity, you slap both hands over your mouth to prevent the moan that is bubbling quickly in your throat. His tongue slides over your folds and circles your entrance. His grip on your thighs tighten as he bends you even further in half to reach more of you. He eats you out like a man starved, like someone eating their first meal in weeks, like someone who has been craving the taste of you and only you. 

Zoro’s mouth deliciously trails up to your clit and stays there. He traces the nub expertly, alternating between the flat and the tip of his tongue. You see stars, heat boiling and coiling in your pelvis so quickly you don’t know what to do with yourself. Zoro plays your body like a master musician, and you’re helpless to do anything but let him. 

He feels when your orgasm begins to crest. Your body tightens, your breath quickens, your back arches from the cushion. Zoro knows your body so well at this point that he can pinpoint even the smallest shifts in your countenance. He brings your hips closer to the edge of the seat, knowing what's coming. He hums and quickly buries two fingers inside you. You gasp, then press your palms to your mouth harder as he curls his fingers and moves perfectly against your g-spot. You see white and cum almost instantly, but Zoro doesn’t stop. Your legs shake as his fingers continue to work in and out of you, building upon a familiar pressure. You’re too weak at this point to resist it, with the way the man had you riled up since your stupid argument, and soon something inside you snaps. Your eyes roll back and you silently scream as you feel yourself squirt on his fingers. Zoro groans low in satisfaction, his head now resting against your thigh and holding you open so he can watch you gush around his hand. 

You squirm and push against him enough that he finally lets you go. He breathes in heavily as he takes in the sight of you. Your thighs glisten with your release in the low light of the room. You’re half turned away from him, chest heaving, hands still covering your mouth. Your eyes are watery and you look at him with such feral desperation, it makes him grin wickedly. 

You blink and Zoro is out of his yakuta jacket. He runs his damp fingers over your legs, pushes your shirt and your bra both up above your chest. He grips tight at your nipples and you gasp. You're desperate to feel more of him, running your hands down the thick of his forearms as he palms you. He bends forward and swipes your bottom lip with his tongue. You immediately open up in response, and you moan at the taste of yourself on him. 

He moves closer to you and whispers in your ear, “Turn around.” Your move quickly to your hands and knees, gripping the tops of the cushions. You arch your back and spread your knees, stretching your arms as much as you could at this angle. Zoro hums and grabs at the flesh of your ass appreciatively. He kisses his way back down your spine before he straightens. 

He doesn’t bother to take his pants off fully and pulls them down just enough to free himself. He sighs in relief, and relishes in the picture you paint with your body stretched in front of him. He debates teasing you for a bit longer and rubs his tip along your entrance. You buck once desperately against him, and Zoro has no choice (or strength left to deny either one of you) and sinks into your tight warmth. 

You gasp as you feel him stretch you, your walls instantly accommodating his size. You were wetter than you think you’ve ever been, and the stretch is easy. Zoro sinks all the way to the hilt, but he does so slowly. You feel every inch of him, from the soft bulbous head to every vein and bump, to the slight burn of the stretch that you knew would soon turn into pleasure, until his pelvis is flush against you. You almost sigh in relief of finally being full. Zoro begins to set a steady pace, knocking the breath out of you with each soft slap of his skin against yours. He is mesmerized at the sight of you.

You look back at Zoro as he makes love to you. You love it when he gets like this, all soft and slow and tender. His hands push up your shirt as he palms your back. But now is not the time for that. You push your ass against him, trying to encourage him to go faster. 

Zoro chuckles. “Impatient brat,” he mumbles. “You want it that bad? Fine. Take it.” He grips your hips and tilts you up. You have to brace on your elbows, but your complains are literally fucked out of you as Zoro starts plowing into you. Your head tips back with a gasp. Zoro drives his powerful hips forward over and over and over again until you see stars and he fills all of your senses. His spiced scent, the heat he radiated already has you sweaty, the taste of him and you on your tongue, the sound of his hushed pants and groans. One of his hands moves up your back and grabs your neck, physically pulling your body onto his cock. You could practically feel him in your chest with how deep he is. You lean forward to bite your forearm; it’s all you can do to keep from screaming. 

You look back at Zoro again as he fucks you into oblivion, and you see the desperation in his face, you feel the weight of his hands gripping your waist, the way sweat beads down his chest, his eye is completely piercing yours in a way that lets you know that you’re his and his alone. He’s mostly quiet save for his panting breaths, though he knows you love it when he’s loud. The sheer size of him leaves you beyond words, and it’s all that you can do to press your face in your arms and just take it. 

He adjusts his grip on your waist and leans forward so his chest brushes your back, and you absolutely see stars as he hits you deeper than before. Your shriek is muffled and your eyes roll as he slows his pace, but does nothing to dull the strength of his thrusts. Your back arches almost impossibly to take on the weight of his thrusts. You feel the heat radiate through his skin as he covers you with his large frame.

The amount of desperation clouding his and your judgment was almost palpable in the humid room. Zoro is quickly losing his ability to stay silent, so he can’t help but to hiss at how tight you begin to grip him. He wants to take his time with you, feel the full expanse of your soft skin under his palms, savor the way you flutter and pulse around his cock. But he is way too wound up to do that now. Not with the way you drove him wild all day. 

You're starting to lose strength in your arms, and you drop one arm to rest a cheek against the couch. Seeing this, Zoro pauses his moments only briefly to straighten. He grabs both your biceps and pulls your whole weight back on his cock. You're practically fully impaled on him, and with nothing to muffle yourself with, you let out a guttural moan.

Zoro smiles wickedly and resumes his pace. It doesn’t take long (how could it with the way he’s going to town on you) before you feel your orgasm approach. You try your best to keep most of your moans down, you really do. Zoro doesn’t do much to help either, with both your hands occupied. But Zoro fucks you like he will never fuck you again, and he’s desperate to be burried within your very essence. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Zoro…!” you whisper desperately before you break. You groan desperately, deep in your chest, as if the orgasm was ripped from somewhere deep within you. You shake and pulse around Zoro’s cock, and he throws his head back to let out a sinfully low moan as he cums with you. You can barely feel anything but the pulsing of your walls around his cock and the thick gushing of his cum inside you. Heat runs like magma from your chest to your toes as you continue to cum. Zoro finally has mercy on you and stops with his pelvis flush against the globes of your ass as you both calm down. 

Zoro gently releases one of your arms and presses his palm against your chest to push so that your back is flush to his chest. His embrace is warm and tender. You sink heavily into his weight and let him do all the work of keeping you upright, your orgasm sucking all the energy out of you. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers again. His breath fans your ear as the both of you pant. You feel his heart beating powerfully in his chest against your back. You tilt your head on his shoulder to look at him.

“I forgive you,” you whisper back. He graces you with a smile so endearing, you can't help but to lean in and kiss him. Zoro caresses your neck softly as he swipes his tongue against yours languidly, enjoying the feeling of being as close to you as possible. 

Later, Usopp watches from the bridge as the two of you emerge from the aquarium. To anyone else, it looks like the two of you just parted ways without a word. But Usopp sees the way your hands brush as you leave, notices the flush on Zoro’s face and the messiness of your hair. You both have a noticeably lighter foot as you walk to opposite ends of the ship. Usopp leans against the railing and sighs. Balance has been restored, it seems. 

“Finally.” 

Jacob Holland - The Sea Beast (2022)

showing of my favourite character be like

[source]

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My Future Queen

A/n: Nothing to say other than I'm obsessed with this man🛐🛐 Julius Daddy Novachrono, I love you so much❤️👑

Tw: Nsfw under the line

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You entered the bedroom and let out a long, tired sigh. Today had been a tiring and busy day for royalty, a ball was taking place in the palace's great hall. Probably by now some of the nobility guests should be saying goodbye since some had already drunk too much and others were also tired just like you.

Julius must still be down there with a bunch of people around him. He was always the main star and the life of the party, something that the king of Clover would never be even with a crown on his head. Even for you, Julius was the true king.

You took off your shoes and arranged them at the entrance, then you walked to the table next to the bed and placed your accessories there. You ran your fingers over the diamond necklace that Julius offered you to go to the ball, it sparkled so much that you felt sorry for taking it off so you kept it on. You approached the window and saw the capital through the glass. It looked beautiful both night and day.

The door opened and you looked back to find your king walking in with a smile on his face and rosy cheeks. Probably due to alcohol, he was an excellent drinker and would last longer than anyone else.

"Good night my beautiful queen" He said walking towards you and hugged you from behind. "You left the ball early. Are you okay?" His voice next to your neck gave you goosebumps. You were right, there was a certain smell of alcohol coming from him when he spoke to you.

"Yes, I was just a little tired, that's all" You said looking to the side to see his face

"I was worried, I was already thinking that something had happened or that someone made you uncomfortable"

"No, nothing like that. Apart from the fact that some were a little nasty to me" You commented, remembering the scene in which Julius had to intervene after seeing another idiot trying to hit on you. As soon as the man found out that you would be the Wizard king's future wife, he was speechless and left after almost kneeling down and apologizing a million times. You couldn't contain a smile after seeing and remembering the scene once again.

"Are you referring to that man? Don't worry, he knows who you belong to now" Julius brushed the tip of his nose against the skin of your neck before kissing you, his arms tightened around you and pulled you against him

You closed your eyes and enjoyed a little of that pleasurable feeling he was giving you, you were on your way to witnessing a man who was a little different. Julius was a very respectful and affectionate man with you, he always treated you like the queen that you are but when exposed to situations like that he would go crazy and could get a little more harsh and if you still teased him with that, it would be the last straw.

"I never thought that being your future wife would make me a desired woman" You teased, smiling and he turned you to him and looked into your eyes

"It's a shame that none of them can have you because you belong to me, dear" He said before kissing you

His hand remained firm on your waist and the other on your face, his lips seemed soft initially but his gaze was lascivious and so it didn't take long for things to heat up and the kiss became more needy. His hands hurried to remove the white lace dress you had worn for the occasion, the same one he looked at and wondered what it would look like on the bedroom floor.

You then took your hands to your king's cloak and took it off his shoulders, he picked you up and took you to the bed and laying you on the soft sheets. He knelt on the mattress in front of you, looking at you and delighting in you lying in front of him, his hands running over your body before he leaned forward and kissed your neck and marked your skin. He removed your bra and kissed your breasts slowly, your fingers passed through his short blonde strands and your lips opened to sigh heavily, the excitement between your legs was only increasing the more he touched you. Julius moved away and opened your legs, licking his lips at the sight of the wet fabric. His eyes met yours and you felt a certain heat cover your face, he loved how cute you looked blushing like that and kissed you.

"You look so perfect now" He whispered against your lips."The necklace suits you beautifully"He said, appreciating the shine of the precious crystals

His fingers caressed you through the fabric and you shivered, he ran two fingers over your wet slit before removing your last piece of clothing and exposing you to him.

He positioned himself between your thighs and lowered himself to taste what he had been craving all night. Your back formed an arch and your legs weakened, his tongue opened your slippery folds and gave you goosebumps, your king was hungry.

"Julius..." You moaned his name, feeling a wave of pleasure running through your body

The fingers of his hands dug into the flesh of your thighs, his mouth turned his attention to your sensitive bud. You rolled your eyes, hands gripping his hair as you held him closer. You knew he would take out that slight jealousy towards the other idiot just because he messed with you. He was a peaceful man, but don't touch what belonged to him. He didn't express what he felt but those purple irises didn't hide anything from you.

It didn't take you long for you to came on his mouth, which ran down your slit and drank it. The man stood up, licking the corner of his lips and taking off his clothes, you just enjoyed the show, panting and with a slight smile on your face.

"Your smile makes me think you were thinking about this before, don't you?" He asked, running his fingers up your thighs as he looked at you.

"Would it be wrong for a queen to want some attention from her king?"

"No, you could have said it sooner, you know. I like spontaneity" He smiled

"And would you fuck me in the middle of the dance if I asked you, your majesty ?" You sat on the mattress and got closer to his face, only to see a the serious and thoughtful expression on his face, probably imagining the scene, changing to the smile again

"If you insisted..." He suggested and you giggled. "Who would I be to deny something to my future wife and queen?" He closed the distance between you both with a deep kiss as he laid you back on the mattress

One of his hands slid down your body and grabbed your thigh, you moaned against his lips when he took his dick and passed it through your folds, teasing your throbbing entrance.

"Do you want this?" He asked with his forehead against yours and you nodded.

He then kissed your forehead and entered you, your hands ran down his back leaving future red marks. His body started moving against yours, your legs hugged his body closer and his eyes on yours made you feel a little tense from the intensity.

The pace increased and he moved away a little, placing both of your legs on his shoulder, holding them with one arm and resting one hand on the wall behind the bed. The position allowed him to go deeper while he saw you squirming and your hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. The moans were heard even outside the bedroom, Marx would probably be shocked if he could hear it.

Poor baby, too innocent to imagine Julius in a situation like that.

"If that man could only see you now..." The wizard king said, breathing heavily. You felt the blush on your cheeks again at those words. "You will be my queen and everyone will know"

You whimpered beneath him, feeling him go faster and faster as he spoke, it was pushing you to the limit.

You could no longer think straight, much less feel your body, he was giving it his all and you knew you would be sore later. Your half-open eyes caught sight of the man in front of you and you could tell he was close.

"Will you be my good queen and take everything inside you?" He said, thrusting deeper and you writhed with pleasure

"Yeah...yeah, please, I'll take it all" Tears of pleasure prickling the corners of your eyes as he reveled in the sight

You fell apart at that moment, unable to hold it in any longer, he then filled you until you were taking everything and couldn't let it leak. His arm let go of your legs and he bent down kissing your lips, now it didn't seem as rough as at first, it was somehow softer but the desire was still there on his tongue. You moved away from the kiss for a moment to catch your breath since you're both panting now.

He took one of your hands that was holding his face and kissed it gently as his eyes met yours once again.

"You're beautiful, my queen" He whispered and then commenting on your rosy cheeks. "Why are you blushing again?" He joked

"I'm not blushing" You looked away but he turned your face towards him again and kissed your lips once again

"Don't hide your face, I love seeing you like this"He declared with a chuckle, laying down next to you and pulling you to lay on top of him. "We're going to get married soon and have another ball, but I'll make sure this time I hold your hand everywhere and I'll protect you from everything" He promised, kissing the top of your head

You looked into his eyes and saw his confidence in keeping his word. You would undoubtedly be in good hands if you married him.

i have a lot of feelings about zoro :( warnings: oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, creampie

it’s one of those nights for zoro where the quiet, still air of the night climbs into his chest to take refuge. the silence fills his lungs till they ache but he almost prefers it to how empty he feels without it. he used to grit his teeth and bear the pain and the echoing whispers of not being strong enough, good enough, not enough but he doesn’t have to anymore. not when he has you.

he doesn’t understand how you always have a bright smile at the ready for a husk of a man like him but he basks in the warmth regardless. it makes him want to tell you about the cold and the silence, about all the jagged, clumsy words that slice his throat when he tries to force them out and how he can never say what he truly means.

he wants to tell you so many things.

Keep reading

Snug Fit

Din Djarin/the Mandalorian x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT/18+, minors DNI

Tags/themes: sub/dom dynamic, pussyjob, thighjob, trapped, frotting and grinding

Summary: Technical issues arise when mid-flight aboard the Razorcrest and as you try to solve the issue at hand, Din gets all too close and your bodies become trapped in the small electrical unit, pressed against one another.

A/N: this is my first time posting any fan fiction to tumblr or any platform really,,,,, I’ve written smut before for personal enjoyment though lmao but yeah,,,, I hope you all enjoy, and please give me feedback!! (Also apologies if I missed any grammatical/spelling errors, I did try to proof read tho)✨💫

“Wait, Din, I’m fine in here, just don’t— wait— stop, you’ll get stuck!”

Sometimes you wished you had never boarded the Razorcrest all those months ago. Today was one of those days.

You shifted yourself in front of the Mandalorian who now also invaded the small space of one of the electrical units aboard the ‘Crest, attempting to manoeuvre yourself out of the cramped room. The electrical wiring system for the engine output regulations aboard the Mandalorian’s Razorcrest ship had short-circuited mid-flight as you both headed to the outer-rim planet of Tatooine, and, upon becoming the ship’s mechanic all those weeks ago, you immediately descended from the cockpit of the ship to attempt to resolve the issue. You just didn’t expect it to be so complex. And it didn’t help that your shipmate Din was now invading the already cramped area in a misconstrued attempt to assist you.

“You said you needed help,”

Din’s cold and modulated voice spoke out from under the beskar helmet he wore.

“Yes, help. Not for you to trap me in the room! I just needed a couple of tools, and now— dank farrik— were stuck in here!”

You snapped back harshly, unsuccessfully trying to wriggle towards the exit of the small space to at least reach your toolbox.

Originally, you had managed to solve the issue somewhat alone, however when you needed your pliers from the toolbox, but were hesitant let go of the wrench you held in your other hand, you had called out to the infamous beskar-clad Mandalorian warrior for assistance. However, being the stoic and stubborn man you soon discovered the infamous Mando to be, your request for help with tools became misinterpreted in the bounty hunter’s frustrated state, still feeling inconvenienced by his ship’s shortcomings despite your presence to try and solve the issue. Hence, Din had invaded the space also, the both of you now becoming trapped in the tight space, immovable and pressing snugly against each other. If you were not so distracted, perhaps it would feel intimate. Almost as intimate as other touches the two of you have shared in the low lights of the ship’s cargo bay.

It wasn’t always easy for both of you aboard the ship though, the two of you distrusting of each other for weeks and lacking in conversation. However soon enough the Mandalorian and yourself began to bond, particularly over your shared fascination with weaponry, but also your now shared responsibility and compassion for the imperial target and precious green child, Grogu. Over time, the three of you became an inseparable team, exchanging experiences and moments of care and domestic intimacy and even true names, as you even had the privilege of learning the usually-cold and unassuming warrior’s name; the Mandalorian revealed his name to be Din, only to you.

However, it was times like these, sandwiched between the muddled wall of wires along the electrical unit room and the Mandalorian warrior’s cold beskar and rigid limbs, that you merrily willed yourself to die. After all, whilst you would never admit it, even despite the all-too-intimate and brooding touches you shared with Din in the dark of the night, such as a caress of your hip or a stroke of Din’s bicep, you overall had developed deep-rooted feelings for the Mandalorian, often finding yourself blushing and longing for touches further than those brief moments in passing. Therefore, such emotions made being pushed so close up against Din’s form all the more unbearable, your cheeks beginning to flush and breathing hitching in your throat as you felt his body somewhat enclose around yours as he reached around to attempt to fix the wires you had tended to just moments prior.

“W-wait, I can fix it Din. I just need to hold the yellow wire still w-whilst I place the fuse wire back in the correct output port,”

You somewhat stutter out, moving your arms slightly to hinder the movements of the Mandalorian behind you but losing your previous assertive aggression the more your mind took note of how Din’s beskar moulded to your back and thighs as you both winded up pressed flush against each other. You could feel the way Din’s helmet began to lay heavy on your shoulder he leaned over you to observe the problem at hand once more, your now somewhat shaky hands grasping at the wires, attempting to place them in the correct output ports.

“Let me help, I can hold the red one out of the way while you plug the yellow back in,”

Din’s cool, modulated voice rang out softly behind you, causing your face to blush somewhat as he shifted around you once more to try and hold the wires in front of your chest.

Despite his innocent and earnest efforts, your body held pressed against his own further as you once more hindered such endeavours, seeking to solve the problem alone and also therefore in the process hinder any further touches.

“S-stop shifting so much, Y/N. Let me help you,”

The Mandalorian’s voice spoke out once more, irritation and an octave of another emotion you couldn’t quite pinpoint in your blushing state laced throughout his usual calm baritone.

“W-wait, j-just let me do it. I nearly had it until you moved,”

You responded harshly, yet stuttering slightly as you felt his body attempting to manoeuvre itself once more but only succeeding in inadvertently pushing harder against your hips and back.

You began to shift yourself somewhat, body subconsciously tensing and shuddering with desire and heat as you felt Din’s armour and muscular form push against your body roughly as he tried some more to hinder your own movements now, you assumed to still your hinderances to his efforts to help. Defiantly, somewhat frustrated that Din seemingly didn’t trust you to fix the issue at hand and equally beginning to inwardly enjoy the friction and heat between your two bodies, you wriggled against Din, attempting to manoeuvre yourself into a position where you could better grasp the wires on the wall given the cramped conditions.

Then you heard it.

At first you thought you were caught up in some twisted sexual delusion spawned by your dirty mind and secret thoughts, as your ears pricked up at the sound of a strangled yet quiet groan by your right ear emerging from the helmet which sat upon your neighbouring shoulder. However your body’s wriggling motions were stilled suddenly as Din’s firm, gloved hands grasped desperately at your hips, halting you completely as he sighed with what sounded like aching relief.

“I said... don’t move so much, Y/N,”

Din managed out, his voice now sounding much more on edge than previously, once again the familiar sound of a slightly groan (of which was so quiet you would’ve missed had there been more space between you both) sounding out by your ear as his body absent-mindedly pushed further against your own.

“Maker, I just wanted to help...”

Mando again began but let his words trail of with a sigh as his hands gripped your hips further, drawing a gasp of embarrassed but desperate pleasure and shock from you.

And then you felt it.

Suddenly, at your sigh of unexpected heat and lust, you felt something hard and girthy twitch between your slightly parted legs as the beskar-clad warrior’s fingertips twitched at your hips. Since when did Mando wear a codpiece?

Oh.

Your entire face bloomed a shade of crimson one would have never thought possible as you sighed out unsteadily and somewhat helplessly under your breath as the reality of the situation dawned on you and heat began to crash over you in delicious waves of sinful, unadulterated desire. Din was hard. Din was hard because of you. Because you had writhed so much against him in this god forsaken electrical unit. He was throbbing. Aching.

Experimentally yet ashamedly, your body somewhat moved on its own accord, pushing further backwards into Din’s own, your plump ass, of which was only covered by the thin fabric of your tunic and panties, somewhat grinding backwards into Din’s aching and throbbing erection. The warrior behind you appeared to somewhat growl lowly as he stilled you once more with a harsh grip tugging at your hips.

“D-Din, I— are you—?”

You cautiously began to sigh out as your body’s heat and desire rippled through your abdomen and core like a scorching flame, beginning to question if Din really was hard, and more importantly if he was really going to do this with you right here. Perhaps all those brief touches and longing glances aboard the ship had gotten to him just as much as they had you. However ultimately you were interrupted when Din’s voice cut you off, rasping and low, responding to your unanswered questions as though he could read your mind, stating,

“I’m fixing the problem here.”

The ambiguous answer and low tone of his voice had your head spinning with further questions and heady desire as Din’s hands wandered upwards, snaking up and around your waist in front of your chest, wavering in between your breasts and the wiring wall. Just as you opened your mouth to attempt to confirm whether or not Din was primarily seeking to first resolve the wiring issue, a shocked whimper and gasp escaped your swollen lips as Din’s gloved hands pawed hungrily at your still-clothed chest.

“Cyare... so soft,”

Din groaned out from over your shoulder as his hips began to grind into your own, his clothed but rock hard cock rubbing deliciously in between your thighs as the fabric of your tunic shifted naturally out of the way of his hips’ path.

All you could do was but moan out his name in desperation and shock as your body quivered under his desperate groping and touches.

Somewhat hastily, completely lost to the his desires and his conscience suitably blurred, Din began to shift his hands to free his leaking and desperate cock from its confines behind you and shift your tunic and panties out of his way as best he could given the cramped conditions. You gasped as the cool air hit your dripping wet core.

Din appeared to chuckle darkly, the first time you’d heard him laugh in a few days, as he spoke to your right ear lowly,

“If you hadn’t have moved so much, we wouldn’t be stuck like this now Meshla.”

You whimpered weakly at the Mandalorian’s words as you felt his long hard dick position itself between your thighs teasingly, gliding along your wet pussy lips and soft, trembling thighs as Din’s hips’ movements resumed and his grasp at your hips retook it’s place, his grinding resuming. You gasped and quivered and moaned helplessly below Din as his cock glided teasingly yet deliciously against your achingly desperate core, the head of his cock violating your swollen clit with sinful ease. Your mind was blurring and blanking as you gripped the wall in front of you to steady yourself against Din’s harsh snapping of his hips, your entire body quivering and melting beneath the beskar-clad bounty hunter’s ministrations. Oh, how you could’ve only dreamed of such outlandish and sinful situations just hours ago. Although despite such heat and desperate pleasure completely taking over all sense of your mind and power of your body, admittedly Din was feeling just as desperately pleasurable and euphoric as he savoured the feeling of your dripping wet pussy lubricating his cock and your thighs as he used your body to milk his cock to approach his climax.

“N-ner meshla— Maker— you feel so good like this,”

Din began, completely lost to his euphoria and pleasure as his cock throbbed between your pussy and thighs and his voice drabbled and groaned out strings of Mando’a and curses.

Equally, your own mind and body completely melted and unravelled beneath Din as his cock stimulated your dripping wet pussy with such calculated and delicious sensations, the sliding and friction and rubbing of your aching bud causing you to whine out his name like a mantra as your walls clenched around nothing. Both your bodies were pushing against each other in an animalistic drive towards your mutual climax.

“Cyarika, do you like this? You’re— Ka’ra— you’re so loud... I-I was going to fuck you, but I might just finish with you like this,”

Din groaned and breathed out possessively as his hips picked up speed further and stuttered as you moaned and arched into him.

Despite the lack of penetration, the combined experience of being so close to the shipmate you had daydreamed of, his outlandish words of his mother tongue that dripped with sexual desire, and the perfectly aligned movements of the Mandalorian’s hips and cock against your body made you writhe in sheer pleasure desperately against him even in such an already tight area as you begged and moaned out unashamedly for Din now, groaning,

“D-Din! Aah, Maker it feels a good! Please, more!”

The sound of your begging and desperate whimpers as you raced ever closer to your climax caused Din’s hips to stutter and snap even rougher towards you, the feeling of your thighs and pussy sandwiching his cock so divinely causing him to groan and grip at your hips even more desperately, approaching his own end equally as rapidly.

“Ner Meshla, I’m gonna cum all over you— so good,”

Din’s lips allowed him to spill and growl out such words out with a particularly rough thrust that had you seeing stars as his cock shifted divinely against your wet and swollen clit.

You were so close to you climax that if you weren’t so caught up in all of the sensations that overwhelmed your quivering body perhaps you would be embarrassed. However, you could practically feel the way Din’s chest heaved beneath his armour and the way his breath hitched and became caught up in moans and grunts as his cock throbbed between your thighs and it became increasingly evident you were both approaching the heavenly peak of your pleasure.

Your whole body practically shuddered and your eyes rolled back heavenly when you felt gloved fingertips reach up to twist your pebbles nipples beneath your thin tunic, and suddenly you felt your entire body crashing over the edge from the overwhelming stimulation, Din’s ever-grinding cock beckoning your body to release onto him.

“Cyare, release for me,”

The Mandalorian’s vocoded but groaning voice demanded in your ear as his hips uncontrollably pistoned between your own and stuttered uncontrollably as he felt himself equally unravelling and tensing at his own peak.

That’s what did it for you as your whole body convulsed, arched and moaned against the beskar-clad warrior’s own, your release stronger than any you had granted yourself recently as you felt your lower region grow embarrassingly wet but your mind blank and blur with white-hot heat and pure ecstasy.

Din soon followed suit, his hands returning to your hips as he thrust forth against the soft, warm and wet skin of your thighs and pussy as he released his seed against your skin and partially onto the wall, groaning out possessive names in Mando’a in a such a desperately strangled octave that likened itself to a heavenly melody to you. Breathing stuttering and panting between you both, you both supported each other’s weight in your post-release afterglow, processing the euphoric but equally shockingly spontaneous sexual encounter in your minds.

Suddenly, the ship’s cargo bay lit up somewhat brighter with re-ignited power as the electrical unit’s interface before your face in the now heated, cramped room now unexpectedly read:

‘All output systems regulated. Maintenance issue resolved’

Your face twisted in confusion as you wondered how you could’ve possibly fixed the ships wiring issue during all of the prior moments yourself and Din just shared. Then it hit you like a brick wall, as you began to realise in all your shuddering movements and heavenly driving towards pleasure, the two of you must’ve knocked the misplaced wires back into the correct areas and output ports. Smirking somewhat, you panted out to the Mandalorian whose body still pressed closely against yours,

“Look, I fixed the problem after all.”

However, chuckling into your right ear as his helmet still remained perched atop your shoulder, Din slyly responded,

“I fixed the other growing problem we were having- it’s called teamwork.”

You blushed somewhat, remembering how you caused the Mandalorian’s and your own arousal in such a sticky situation, of which ironically was now even stickier as the warrior’s cum still inched down your thighs.

“W-wait, Din... how are we actually going to get out of here now?”

You suddenly questioned, all too aware of the awkward positioning you know both found yourselves stuck in, snugly yet all-too-intimately slotted against each other’s like a bizarre jigsaw puzzle.

All you were met with was silence.

This was going to be interesting.