Do They Shower Before Sex ? || One Piece Characters X Reader 2

Do They Shower Before Sex ? || One Piece characters x reader 2

A/n : ( Those who shower and those who doesn't ) why does my color coding looks like Italy's flag 😀😂

One Piece Headcanons series : 1 - 2

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, mention of erection, oral reader receiver, 🌶 on your 😼 or 🍆, fingers in your mouth, implied rough sex, cockwarming, lazy sex, shower sex, outdoor sex, bathtub sex, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Word count : 1350

Roronoa Zoro :

The idea of showering before having sex doesn't often cross his mind. Sometimes when you are out there wandering in a foreign land, with no river in sight to take a quick dip, and the need strikes… well you guys have to do without showering. To be honest sometimes even when you are on the Thousand Sunny and he just finished training he would come up to you and pin you against any surface nearby. Even after a long and exhausting training it seems some steam still needed to be blown. Usually his body would still glisten with sweat as he pressed his body to you, his cock painfully hard, “I need to feel you… right now.” Most of the time you are as needy so you don’t mind. But sometimes you can’t bear it and trick him into some - well deserved - shower sex.

Monkey D. Luffy :

Does he even know what showering means ? I mean does he know washing hands is a thing ? Too many times he has kissed you while his face was still sticky with whatever he ate before. How many times had he left your thighs smelling like meat after his sticking hands touched you ? But there was one incident that changed everything. One day he was going down on you, his tongue licking you with a skilled dexterity, while his fingers moved quickly in and out of you to stretch you. You couldn't keep your legs from twitching close around his head, lost in the sensations he was giving you. That is... until it started to sting you, then burn you. He forgot to brush his teeth and wash his hands after eating Sanji's paella seasoned with j a l a p e ñ o, “Huh ? Y/n ? Did I do something wrong ? Why are you shaking like that ? Are you close ?” So as not to relive the 5 hours of crying sitting in a bathtub of cold water, every time Luffy approached you to fuck you you forced him to go and take a full shower and brush his teeth if he wanted to have a chance of touching you. Needless to say, he learned his lesson.

Sir Crocodile :

Showering is a must for him, each morning, each evening, and on particularly warm days in the Alabastian desert, it was not uncommon to see him take one in the afternoon. He always took particular care with his appearance, his hair always slicked back, never a hair sticking out of any part of his body, his clothes impeccably fresh and his perfume reflecting his wealth and authority. But now that he had you, it was as if all his standards had been raised by 1000%. It is as if every shower wasn't enough, as if every pshiiit of perfume wasn't enough to hide the smell of the blood that staines his hands, “Just a moment my dear, I am almost done." Yet you never complained about having his fingers in your mouth while he was pounding you at nightfall.

Smoker :

He always mixed up his job at the Marine with everything else, but one thing he wouldn't mix up was his relationship with you and work. He was always very careful when he came home from his missions never to smell blood, lead or the leather of his jacket. You always told him when he spent hours in the shower that the smell of his cigars always got the better of him. But there have been two or three times he was way too tired to shower but still wanted to nestle his needy cock inside you. He would tiredly slump on the couch, head thrown back before beckoning you to come and cockwarm his cock, “Y/n, can you come here and do me a favor, please ?” And even sometimes it led to a much needed lazy sex. It’s when your walls fluttered around his hard member, that he confirmed his idea. The shower could wait a little longer.

Portgas D. Ace :

Why showering before, when you both perfectly knew, you would be as dirty after he had finished doing everything he wanted to you. To be honest you weren’t even sure he would go shower after sex on his own, if you weren’t the one actually leading the way. You only know this because he used your time in the shower for round #2. Each time you would speak to him about showering he would retort in a chuckle, “Are you now asking a pirate to shower ?” In spite of this, when the moment felt particularly important he would do the effort of showering properly and even… hear me out… put on some cologne. And not gonna lie, it was great to make love to him under the shower, as it helped you welcome his big cock into you more easily.

Vinsmoke Sanji :

He must have always been at his best before he had the privilege of seeing you naked and squirming beneath him. That's why he always paid the utmost attention to his appearance, which included taking a foamy shower before the big moment. He loved so much the way your hand passed over his skin and the little sigh that escaped your lips as you felt its softness. It made him so hard when you put your head against his neck, inhaling his perfume, before telling him how much you loved the way he smelled as he gently pushed inside you. "Nonsense sunshine, it's you who has the best scent between the two of us. Your perfume, if I dare say, reminds me of elderberry blossoms that have soaked in honey long enough to imbibe its delicious sweetness.” But there were times when he wanted to have you in his bed so badly - with consent - he couldn't wait any longer. And frankly, who were you to complain ?

Charlotte Katakuri :

He always made sure he looked and smelled good before he started. It was almost amusing to see him rush to the shower as soon as you got home. He had changed his shampoo so many times, you stopped counting. But he didn't want every time he pinned you to your bed or just when he was next to you to smell a mixture of leather and candy. Even if you've told him you like the sweetness of his scent. He always blushed at that, shifting uncomfortably under your loving gaze. Sometimes he would spend so much time in the shower to make sure he had washed off all the remnants of the day's battles, that you couldn't help but sneak into the steaming room. Before asking him if you could join him. From the other side of the curtain, an even darker blush stretched across his cheeks, "Y-yes... of c-course you can j-join me." When your naked body joined his in the shower, he flashed you a small smile, not wasting a second to lean over and take you in his arms... At this point his cock was already poking your thigh with pent up desire. He was very much happy you decided to join him.

Sabo :

Unlike his two brothers, for him, showering was an important step before making love to you. It was like a sign of his respect. Unfortunately, he often couldn't take the care he wished to honor you. Life with the Revolutionaries wasn't easy, and it was very rare to find the two of you off on the same days at headquarters. Many times he wished he could be clean and fresh before taking you. So you always had to adapt to your environment. That is how you found yourself in a clear river, hiding behind rocks, water flowing easily around your intertwined bodies, "I know my love. The water's a bit cold, but don't worry, I'll warm you up," he winked. When you were back home, he was the happiest of men. He has the choice to love you clean in your bed, or in the privacy of your bathtub. With you sitting on top of him, the water splashing gently against the edges with each grind of your hips.

What You Want

Roronoa Zoro x AFAB reader

Summary: You have a tendency to slip into Zoro’s bed every time you drink. For some reason he lets you keep on doing it

This is the absolute longest fic I’ve ever written in my life. I don’t know how it happened, I just let my hand take the lead. Apologies for any weird formatting, I was forced to write this on my phone.

Warnings: alcohol use, unprotected vaginal sex, oral, light choking, slight degradation, use of “good girl”, nipple play

Word Count: 5.6k (😰)

MDNI; 20+ readers please

(Divider by @cafekitsune )

Sometimes you had this nasty habit of slipping into Zoro’s bed when you drank. You didn’t know why, it was just something you did.

The first time it happened you’d been so inebriated that your stumbling around had resulted in you tripping over a pair of boots, scrabbling onto the bed to break your fall, and flopping unceremoniously onto his legs. He startled awake and attempted to shove you off but your drunken delirium insisted that you were in your room and you had every right to be there. Exasperated, he rolled you off his knees and you eventually passed out by his ankles.

A mumbled apology came the next day during breakfast which he wordlessly waved off. After quickly gulping down his food, he grabbed his katanas and headed out the door. No other exchange about the matter was made.

The first time you slipped under the duvet, the dip of the mattress was what pulled him from his slumber. It was just enough for him to see you at the furthest edge of the bed, your head flopping onto the pillow and your soft snores soon following. You’d only slept for maybe 2 hours before you jerked awake, realizing where you’d mistakenly wound up again. You quickly gathered your shoes and pants that had been haphazardly discarded, and snuck out of the room.

The first time your bodies made contact, your back had been pressed against his. He hadn’t actually been sleeping much that night; you were unaware of his watchful eye as he looked over his shoulder at you. Subconsciously you knew something was different (still convinced you were in your own bed), a comforting wall of warmth bleeding in through the thin cotton of your tank top. He rolled his head back to face his side, eye growing heavier as he finally succumbed to sleep. When he woke a few hours later your spot was empty and cool, rumpled sheets slightly flipped back being the only indication that you’d been there.

A new thing started happening where you faced your front to him, inching closer to his bulky form. You’d ungracefully throw an arm over his waist, hot and clammy palm spreading over his abs. Sometimes, you’d swear a larger hand covered yours with a quick squeeze. But the thought never registered for longer than a second, sweet unconsciousness beckoning you soon after. Those nights his curiosity got the better of him, and he wondered what you looked like up close while you slept. As he turned under the weight of your arm still flung over him, he was met with your face half stuffed into the pillow, mouth open with a thin layer of drool dampening the pillowcase. As he adjusted himself to lay on his stomach, your body stirred and one of your eyes cracked open to stare back at him. He’d thought your focus would be foggy but you looked deep into him, down to his very bones. You held his gaze for what felt like hours under the calm nothingness that only existed during a night faring the seas, before you promptly sat up and hastened to exit the room as you always did; this time forgetting to grab the shorts and bra you’d carelessly tossed.

You knew he was aware of what you were doing but for some reason you couldn’t stop it from happening, and he wouldn’t stop you from doing it. You rationalized that the only reason he allowed it to continue was because he was just as intoxicated, sake vapors always permeating his clothes. It remained an unspoken thing between the two of you, the only acknowledgment being an amused look from him every time you took that first gulp of whiskey.

You wondered how no one else seemed to know, you weren’t exactly quiet anytime you stumbled into the men’s quarters. But then again they all slept like logs and you always managed to slip away before the sun could peak over the horizon.

Tonight was your birthday, and contrary to popular belief, you tended not to drink as much on this day, wanting to fully experience the joy and laughter with your beloved crew. A few glasses of bubbly and maybe a shot or two here and there, but not enough to put you on your ass.

Zoro had a good sense of your drinking habits, so he could tell you weren’t going as hard as usual. He wondered whether or not you’d be joining him in his bed tonight, seeing as how your mostly sober mind could possibly hold you back. His eye caught yours as it always did. Your skin was warm and glowing, cheeks puffed up from the ever-present grin plastered upon your face. It took Usopp, knocking into you and spilling his drink onto your shirt, to finally pull your attention away from Zoro as you screeched with laughter, chasing the sniper around the deck with a handful of cake meant to be smashed into his face.

Things finally wound down to lull as everyone crashed outside under the milky glow of the moon. Zoro looked around but couldn’t find you or either of the other girls anywhere, and deduced that you’d all probably left together. Oh well. Looks like he’d have the room to himself. Throwing Luffy’s arm off his cheek, he dusted off his pants and made his way back inside. His heavy footfalls echoed throughout the empty halls, wood creaking as the Sunny rocked him along. Finally arriving at his door, a fleeting image of you waiting in his bed, curled up under his sheets, crossed his mind. He quickly shook it off, knocking it back towards the huge pile of other non crew-like thoughts he had of you, and opened the door. Instead he was greeted by an empty bed, and as he closed the door, he quickly stripped himself of his clothes, and collapsed onto the mattress.

As you stood outside the door to the men’s quarters, you cursed yourself for your lack of self control. Your mind had now associated any amount of drinking with sleeping in Zoro’s bed, and that revelation had caused you to lie awake with a mysterious insomnia. After an hour of tossing and turning, your body had gotten up and your feet lead you, seemingly of their own accord, to wherever they wanted. And now here you were at his door, fully cognizant of what you were doing. Your knuckles turned white from your hand’s grip on the doorknob, and you tried to gaslight yourself into believing that you were actually drunker than you thought. This was a perfectly normal thing that you always did.

Pushing the door open you found Zoro in his bed, asleep as always, positioned in a way that was normally reserved for napping. Laying on his back, he looked luminous under the shafts of moonlight filtering through the window. Arm under the pillow behind his head, his bare chest rose and fell in a slow and steady rhythm, his soft snores tumbling from his parted lips. Your chest tensed and you stilled. You hadn’t expected him to look like that . Normally he was more of a misshapen lump under the blankets, but tonight his body looked almost as if it was offering an invitation to you. You tiptoed closer, using a few moments to take him in. With sheets rumpled at his waist, you had a clear view of his torso, which rippled with bunches of muscles beneath the skin. His jawline was as sharp as ever, head tipped back to reveal a clear line between it and his neck. He was so achingly handsome it made you gasp, chest tightening even more as you wondered how the hell you’d survived sleeping next to him during the past few months without melting completely through the floor. Liquor really did seem to have a dulling effect on your nerves. After a quick mental battle of building up your nerve, you finally lifted the covers and slipped beneath them, inching closer and closer until you were almost touching. After a few moments of admiring the wrinkle between his thin brows, you settled more comfortably into the pillow and finally dozed off.

It couldn’t have been more than an hour long nap before your dreams melted away. Something was different. You’d fallen asleep on your stomach but instead of a firm mattress beneath you, you were angled on your side and there was a portion of a body pressed against your chest. You wiggled your fingers and felt the taut skin of someone’s pec, and your leg was thrown over the large, corded muscle of someone’s thigh. This couldn’t be right. You didn’t have any current situationships on your roster that justified this level of intimacy. Embarrassingly, your body wanted to welcome the comfort with little resistance. But your mind and your body were always at war, and your flight instincts kicked in as you planned to rip yourself away and slink on back to your room. But just before you could remove yourself completely, a heavy arm you hadn’t realized was around your waist pulled you back against him. You looked up to see a mirthful smirk and a steely eye peering at you.

“Done using me like a hunk of meat?”

“What?” You croaked, heart anchoring into your gut.

“You’re cutting our time short, usually you stay longer than this,” he continued with a poke at your side, grinning like he’d finally caught you with your hand in the cookie jar. And perhaps he had.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I came here tonight. I’m not even that drunk.”

“Yeah that’s the problem, you only seem to come around when you’re drunk.”

Your mind whirled in confusion. Was that what this was about? Did you give the impression that you didn’t enjoy his company in any capacity other than when alcohol was involved?

“Zoro, I’m sorry if that’s how this is coming across, I don’t mean that at all, of course I like being around you-“

Your frantic excuses were cut short by his amused chuckle.

“You’re making this too easy. I knew it was gonna be worth it, messing with you tonight.”

His toothy grin irked your spirit and you thumped his chest in retaliation. Of course that’s where this was going, this was Zoro. Annoyingly perceptive and slightly mischievous, despite what most people thought of him.

“Why haven’t you told me to leave then? After all these months?”

“To be fair I did the first time, but you kept arguing that I’d actually snuck into your bed.”

The faint memory was promptly squished back into the deepest parts of your mind.

“Well…you still allowed it to continue. Why?”

He hummed as he scratched his chin, pretending to ponder.

“Dunno. Figured you had a reason.”

“What possible reason could that have been?”

Zoro’s arm, still around your waist, pulled you closer as he turned onto his side to face you. The dip in his tone made your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Figured you wanted something from me.”

Breath caught in your lungs as to what he was implying.

“Like what?”

His brow arched with a knowing look, slipping a leg between your own and lifting yours higher around his waist.

“Something I’ve been wanting to give to you. If you want it.”

His eyes bore into yours, waiting for your next move. You hesitated a few beats before finally wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face closer.

“I want this,” you sighed, brushing your lips with his.

He smiled against yours, pulling you tighter.

“Finally.”

The kiss that followed was like an ocean storm, knocking you off balance in its undertow. The groan that settled in his chest sparked electricity in your veins, causing you to whimper. Your tongue met the seam of his lips and he curled his own around it, guiding and tangling them together. The sound of your lips smacking was unseemly, but you accepted it as proof that this was actually happening. Your mouths soon parted to catch your breaths, chests heaving in unison.

“Zoro…”

He grunted in response as he rolled you onto your back, groin settled against yours. You could feel the bulge of his arousal rub against your center, and your leg that had been draped over his waist remained hooked around him. His hand next to your head gripped the sheets as his mouth descended upon your lips once again, the hand on your waist pressed more firmly and made up and down motions against your skin. He caught your bruised bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, sucking it into his mouth until there was nothing left to give. You let out a whine and he moved to the side of your face, pressing his lips to your ear.

“I wanna keep hearing that tonight, you saying my name like that.”

Not waiting for your reply, his teeth came out to bite harshly into your earlobe. You yelped, helplessly rocking your hips against his. His thigh slid further between your legs until it met your wetness at your center, nudging to provide a place for you to grind against. His mouth continued to do sinful things to your neck and collarbones, taking note of which spots got you to squirm wriggle against him.

Eventually the hand massaging your ribs slipped under the hem of you shirt, lifting it up to expose your breasts. Wanting to see them before he felt them, he stopped himself from giving your pulse point another nibble to look at you properly. The unwavering inspection had you feeling shy as you made a move to pull your shirt back down.

“Don’t do that,” he ordered, grabbing your wrist to stop you, slamming it back down into the mattress.

Your chest continued to heave as you tried to quell your insecurities, hoping that he liked what he saw. Seemingly reading your mind, he tsked loudly.

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Huh?” You balked at him, utterly dumbfounded. That was definitely not the response you could’ve ever predicted to receive for providing him with a full display of your tits.

“You know how hard it’s been for me, letting you leave all of those nights?”

You had no reply prepared but it didn’t matter, any possible words would’ve failed you as his mouth latched onto your breast, tongue licking playfully at your nipple.

“Even watching you drool all over my pillows and snoring in my ear couldn’t stop me from wanting you.”

Annoyance tickled your temple, even as he sucked on the underside of your breast.

“I may have drooled once or twice but I definitely don’t snore.”

He looked up with a smile showing all 32 of his teeth before replacing his mouth with his hand to rub his thumb softly against the pebbled nub. A surprised gasp broke free from your lips. Sometimes you wondered if you were the type of person who could cum just from your nipples being stimulated. Maybe one day you’d test that theory.

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your head to the side, unable to argue with all of his pinching and prodding. His hand reached over to grasp your jaw, forcing you to look back at him.

“Stop being difficult or I won’t give you your present.”

Your teeth clicked with the force of your mouth snapping shut, making him snicker.

“Is that all it takes to get you to listen to me?”

“Yeah if that’s what’s always being offered. I can be good for that.”

“Hm. Greedy.”

“I’m allowed to be, it’s my birthday.”

His fingers smushed your cheeks together, but he made no move of keeping you waiting as his mouth continued it’s journey down your body, sucking on your skin and biting the softness of your tummy. Slowly he peeled down your sleep shorts, discarding them into the darkness. Immediately your knees knocked together but he pulled them apart to stare intensely at the large wet patch in your panties. This time you felt pride as you watched his mouth go slack, his eye flitting back up to meet yours, dark with desire. He hadn’t thought it would be this easy to get you worked up like this, you were normally so stubborn about everything . If only you knew what this was doing for his ego.

As he bent down to bite into the plushness of your thighs, you sat up to enjoy the visual of his face nuzzled between your legs. You’d never seen him look sexier than when he glanced back up at you, intense eye contact stealing your breath once more. He nudged his nose against the covered lips of your pussy and gave it a sniff, an unexpected moan rumbling in his throat.

“Fuck. Never imagined you’d smell this good.”

You were left speechless as he removed your panties, finally exposing you to the cool air. You gasped as his tongue poked out to taste the juices leaking between your lips, and your head fell back down as you whimpered. One of his hands kept your hips firmly in place while the other crawled up to resume dragging his fingers across your nipples.

His tongue curled along the seam of your entrance, serving him another moan of his name and a firm grip on his hair. Not being able to hold his composure, he dragged your body closer to drape your legs over his shoulders.

“You know, if you were thinking this was gonna be a one time thing, you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought.”

“Stop being mean,” you sighed, pulling his head closer to your untended wetness, “get on with my present now.”

His mouth kicked up into a smirk before he brought it back against you, tongue chasing the leaking juices before stuffing them back inside. Your nails clawed his scalp as he hummed against your clit, his tongue making practiced and precise traces along the bud. You were briefly brought back to a conversation you’d had with Robin where you wondered if the power that it took to fight with a sword in his mouth resulted in his tongue developing an unusual strength. As his tongue bullied it’s way inside and along your walls, you concluded that it had to be true, and you gave thanks to his three-sword style as if it had provided a favor specifically for you.

Zoro’s senses were saturated with the essence of you. Your plump thighs squeezed his head deliciously as he fucked you slowly with his mouth. Your hand gripping his hair made him growl, rubbing his face further between your legs, groaning at your continuous whines dancing in his ears. You were so wet, clenching around his tongue, he had to reach a hand into his boxers just to bring himself some relief. He was unbearably hard and the more your hips bucked in time with his movements, the more he had to squeeze himself at the base just to keep himself at bay. Thankfully, you seemed interested in watching him work, your half-lidded eyes and pouty, kiss-swollen lips being any indication. He liked performing for you, and silently praised your bold approval.

His hand still played with your nipples, and every swipe of the pad of his thumb had your hips jumping so fiercely, he knew he’d have to file that away for later. But now you were moving too much, and he had a job to finish. Taking both of your thighs still hanging over his shoulders in his hands, he folded your body in half so that all you could do was lie there and take everything he gave to you. His tongue, still darting in and out of you at a steady pace, began making languid swipes along your clit. Your panting became louder as he continued his teasing, sucking one of your lips into his mouth and releasing it with a pop.

“Zoro…Zoro…please don’t stop. Please.”

You were begging now, and that was good. He’d oblige you, of course. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he provided a combination of licks and suction, working in tandem as your whimpers climbed louder and more breathless until finally, everything crashed. You came into his mouth with a throaty wail, body convulsing in his hold. He continued to lap at your juices as you shuddered with aftershocks, steadily coming down with a weak whine. You eventually settled down with a sigh and he released your thighs, causing your lower half to flop back onto the mattress. You sat in silence still panting and spent, spread-eagle with him kneeling between your legs. You cracked your eyes open to look at him, shaking your head.

“You are an absolute demon.”

He grinned smugly in reply, fingers swiping along your lower lips.

“I didn’t hear any complaints.”

Zoro’s dick cried for attention, and he was normally too disciplined to be led by it. But as he pulled it free from his briefs and used your slick to lube himself up, he was thankful that tonight he was going to indulge. He stroked himself lazily, looking up when he heard your soft gasp.

“Fuck…me.”

You’d let the words slip before you could scoop them back into your mouth. The sight you were met with went absolutely mad, beyond your wildest imagination. Here was Zoro, big, wide, and powerful, looming over you with the muscles of his bicep flexing as he jerked himself to the sight of you. His face was still insufferably smug as he kept his pace.

“You good?”

“Hm.”

Your lack of reaction had him quirking his eyebrow, curious as to whether or not you had met your limit and were ready to conclude the evening.

“We can stop now if you want to-“

“I thought it was still my birthday?”

Both of Zoro’s eyebrows rose as your energy seemed to return and you watched him intently, hand still wrapped around himself. You sat up on your elbows and licked your lips before giving him those shiny, doe eyes.

“I want the rest of my present now,” you pouted.

It was Zoro’s turn to be speechless as you grabbed his waist and forced him to lie back down over you.

“Don’t get all shy on me now,” you murmured, sliding his briefs down to give his ass a squeeze. The movement had him bucking forward, his hand finally ripped away from his dick to catch himself from dropping all of his weight onto you. You continued tugging his underwear down until he leaned on his side and slid them off, flinging them aside. His free hand grabbed your shirt still bunched above your chest, and roughly slipped it over your head, tossing it to join the rest of your clothes. He brought a hand to you hip and slid it down slowly to your thigh, hooking it once more around his waist as he settled back over you.

“Still got time to back out sweetheart.”

Your chest stuttered as you felt him poke at your entrance. You carded a hand back into his hair while the other touched his cheek, thumb tracing his lips. You were so caught in the moment, your feeble mind unable to focus on anything other than him. The feel of his strong body against yours, his veiny cock gliding smoothly between your pussy lips, his head turning slightly into your hand, giving it a whisper of a kiss. You were too far gone.

“Zoro…”

“Tell me what you need.”

You brought your mouth to his for a long, soft kiss before you looked back up at him. God, you were so pretty. Maybe he was kinder than he thought because in that moment he would’ve given you absolutely anything.

“I want you to give me everything,” you said, and he was convinced you’d read his mind.

He released a breath and guided himself into you, squeezing his eye shut as he felt the immediate squeeze. You were still so wet from his spit and your own arousal, but your walls were tight as he hadn’t used his fingers to stretch you. You didn’t seem to mind as you pulled him close, and he shallowly pumped himself in and out, going slightly deeper with every roll of his hips. You relaxed more against him and it became easier for him to slip inside; you opened up so nicely for him. Your hips rose to meet his careful thrusts, and before he knew it he was completely and snugly sheathed inside you.

He’d underestimated how warm and tight you’d be, even after your initial orgasm from earlier. He had to stop and catch his breath, panting in your ear as he willed his body to calm down. It wouldn’t due for him to cut this prematurely. You were looking to get thoroughly fucked and he was the only one who was going to give it to you how you wanted. After he was done with you you’d never be able to crawl into anyone else’s bed ever again. He was going to mold your pussy so only he could fit.

You hadn’t stopped moaning since his hips connected with yours, and you began clawing at his back, begging him to move. Your body was hot and wound tight as if you hadn’t just cum earlier. He finally lifted his head from the crook of your neck and slipped a hand beneath your body to press it up to his.

“You gonna be good for me?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, limbs turning to goo.

Giving you another quick kiss, he shoved inside you and lost any last dredges of sanity. You felt unbelievable, gripping his cock in a way that wouldn’t let go. His hand sandwiched beneath you grabbed your ass, giving him leverage to slam back into you. His breath came out in heavy pants as he built a bruising pace, grunting and groaning into your ear.

Your hand still pulled at his hair while the other held onto his bicep. The force of his thrusts made your whole body bounce up towards the headboard, and the rhythmic squeaks of the bed were embarrassingly loud. You hoped nobody had woken up in search of the room you both were defiling. Your pussy ached and fluttered against him as he fucked you, his stomach flexing with every grind of his hips. He was so brutal and so mean you were sure he was going to put a hole through the mattress. Suddenly he dropped your leg and pinned both of your wrists above your head.

“Wrap your legs around me sweetheart.”

God, what could you do besides follow that voice? So sinful that it gnawed at your spine. You wrapped both your legs around his waist, and his thrusts became more slow and rough.

“You gonna keep taking it?”

“Ye-ah.”

He pressed you further down into the mattress, your endless stream of moans becoming stilted from the force of his pounding.

“You gonna let me keep stretching this pussy out?”

“Please,” you pleaded, eyes watering as he plowed away at you.

You were so pliant for him, allowing him to use you as he pleased. He was going to batter your pussy red until it was swollen. Taking both of your wrists in one hand, he rested his other around your throat.

“Yeah?” He prompted, asking for permission.

“Fuck Zoro , please, ” you begged, all stubbornness and shame flying out the window. He was going to be insufferable when he was finished with you, your right mind was already dreading it.

“I knew you were a nasty girl,” he smirked, squeezing lightly at the sides of your throat. Despite his obvious strength, his discipline helped him hold back when he needed to. Obviously he’d never seriously hurt you.

“Fuck, it’s so good,” you whined as he continued to slam into you. His grip tightened as he leaned down to press his forehead to yours.

“Turn around and get on your knees for me.”

The growl in his voice made you wetter, and you squeezed tighter around him. He released your wrists and throat, sitting back up on his knees. His dick slipped out of you and slapped against his stomach, glistening with your slick. Getting a proper look at it, he was just as thick as you’d thought, with a nice curve that was sure to scramble your brains from the new position.

“You gonna keep drooling over it or are you gonna let me fuck you properly?”

“You are such a dreadful man, I didn’t drool!”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” he sighed with impatience, grabbing your arms and manhandling you onto your stomach. You whined and cursed into the pillow while grabbing another to stuff under your hips. Keeping your weight on your elbows, you pushed your hips back, making a nice pretty arch for him. His palm met your ass with a loud smack, and you felt his teeth take a bite at your cheek.

“You’re the one that’s nasty.”

He tapped his dick against your ass a few times, watching the strings of his precum and your juices coat your skin.

“Yeah.”

Without any warning he shoved himself back inside you, covering your back with his body and pressing his palm into your lower back to deepen your arch. You continued to wail into your pillow as you shoved your ass back against him. He nuzzled his head along your shoulder and neck, cooing condescendingly in your ear.

“Aw, I know. The big bad man keeps treating you mean.”

“So mean,” you hiccuped, dragging out the end of the word as he picked back up his brutal pace. The slapping of his skin against yours was abhorrent, and absolutely erotic. You felt your thighs jiggle as he slammed his hips, the curve of his dick dragged along your walls, carving a space for himself inside you. The head suddenly bumped against that soft, fleshy patch inside, and you keened. This was gonna be it for you.

“Zoro…I can’t. I can’t hold on for much longer.”

He took sympathy on you as he licked and sucked at the back of your neck, hands fisting the sheets as his body continued to climb with yours.

“It’s alright, you can let go. You’ve been so good for me. My good girl.”

His words had you squeezing him so tight he thought he would choke, a stream of moans and curses escaping your lips as the pressure built tighter and tighter. One of your hands came down to circle your clit, fingers slipping over the absolute mess covering your pussy. You gave a few more weak grinds against his hips before everything snapped and you caved, orgasm pulling at every last one of your nerve endings, down to your toes.

Your cries were in time with the pattering of his hips, and he sat back on his knees to watch the ripples of your ass as it connected with his pelvis. You were such a messy, crumpled heap against the pillow, and you’d never looked more beautiful. His body begged him to let go and release, and he was going to listen to it.

“Where do you want me to cum?” His voice was strained, panting and breathless as if he’d been in a harsh battle. God you were really wearing him out.

“Inside,” you said weakly, voice muffled by the pillow you’d stuffed your face into. He chuckled to himself. You were always so greedy.

“Maybe next time sweetheart,” he teased, still managing to be a shit while his threads unraveled.

With great difficulty he pulled himself from inside you, your walls still trying to drag him back inside with a weak grip. Taking his cock in one hand, he looked at your ass still raised in the air, and pumped furiously until his will broke and he spilled, long ropes of cum painting your ass and your back.

His body collapsed on top of yours, knocking the wind out of you. You allowed him a few seconds to catch his breath as he groaned into your skin before you whined at him to get off. With a tired sigh he rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling. You followed his lead, wiping the sweat from your face.

“I can’t believe. You just fucked me like that.”

He gave a half chuckle and glanced over at you.

“Hey I was just giving you what you wanted.”

You bit your lip as you stared back at him.

“Yeah, you did.”

He went to grab the sheets that had been kicked aside, and pulled you against him for a spoon.

“Zoro,” you protested, attempting to free yourself from his grip, “I can’t stay here. I’m sweaty, I’m gross, I’m covered in cum. Someone will find us.”

“I’ll wake up before anyone gets back,” he mumbled, pulling you closer until your back was flush against him.

“But my clothes, I’ll never find them under that sea of junk.”

“Just wear mine.”

“But…”

“Just shut up and go to sleep.”

Any strength left in your limbs depleted as he kept a boa-tight hold around your middle. His soft breaths fluttered against your ear, and you knew he had already slipped into sleep.

Tired and weak, you snuggled back into the curve of his body, pulling the blankets up to your chin as you allowed your final moments of consciousness slip away.

You prayed that no one had turned up to the other side of that door.

hi! Can you make on how would Zoro react to female reader getting hurt? reader and Zoro arent together yet, but when reader wont wake up for like a few days or a week, zoro immediately panicks and confesses his feelings for reader out of nowhere, and reader is faking to be asleep and heard everything, then both of them having a deep conversation with one another. I would appreciate if you made this! It would make my day.

oh my god I love you. This is my first request I cannot describe how happy and excited I am. YES YES YES YES. I don't know how you found my account but I'm so glad you did❤️

Thank you for the request!

Sorry it took so long even if it's short! I didn't have much time in my schedule because of work!

Warning : Zoro is very out of character in this, I just tried to stick to the request on this😅 Sorry

Zoro x fem! reader -

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It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

A few days ago, the Straw Hats had finally docked on island after weeks of sailing. You all stumbled upon a suffering kingdom, it was because of some really strong group that took over.

And Luffy ended up trying to defeat this strong group. Obviously, the Straw Hats eventually helped, including you.

You were one of the few that encountered one of the main enemies. But they were stronger than you thought. Although you managed to defeat them, you were severely injured and passed out once your enemy was defeated.

The swordsman wasn't worried at first. But when you didn't wake up even after the feast that was hosted for the Straw Hats, he started to get concerned, even more concerned when Chopper said he didn't know when you'd wake up. He wasn't at all the type who'd panic much, but it was you. It had been a few days since then and you still haven't woken up. The crew has already set sail a couple days prior. He was alone with you in Chopper's infirmary, sat on a stool beside the bed you were on, his swords leaning on the bedside table.

"Damn it, why won't you wake up already? Everyone's worried about you, moron." He grumbled, not noticing how you started to wake up just yet. "Even I'm worried about you. Get up already." You were amused about this so you kept your eyes closed, wanting to hear what he'd say next.

"..."

"[Name], please." His tone was a bit desperate as he pleaded.

The Roronoa Zoro was begging for you.

"I miss that damn smile of yours... So get up and smile at me like you always do..."

You almost felt bad for him.

"I like you, idiot. I love you... I don't want you to be asleep forever or somethin'."

Oh?

You opened your eyes eyes, looking at the swordsman, his eyes widened upon seeing you. "You-! You're awake?!" You very much caught him off guard. "Yup." You replied as a cheeky grin made it's way on your face upon seeing the faint tint of pink on his cheeks.

"How much did you hear?" He asked, quirking a brow upwards, trying to play it cool.

"Maybe everything."

God he wanted to strangle you so bad right now. But the way your stupid grin of yours turned into a much more serene smile stopped him. "But I'm so glad I pretended." You started to say as you sat up. "Now I'm sure you like me." "...Tsk, stupid woman." He muttered with a click of the tongue as you chuckled oh so softly. "Hey now... I love you too, Zoro. I've had feelings for you for a long time now. And I'm so happy you like me back."

What did he do in his past life to deserve this? To deserve you?

"I've been wanting to be more than just friends, Zoro." You stated, "I want to be your girlfriend, if you'd-'

It was then that his lips met with yours, interrupting your sentence. You hadn't expected that. Once he pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours, one of his hands on the back on your neck.

"Of course I want that. I've wanted that for so long for a while now too." A smile graced your face, taking in his words, you cupped his face like you wanted to kiss him again. You did but you held back.

"I'm so glad this happened, you have no idea how much I've wanted you to be mine..."

Your heart raced each time you saw him, he brought this warm sensation to your heart.

There was just so much you wanted to tell him, what you felt for him, but then again, did you have to?

His gaze was calm as he held eye-contact, his gaze was enough to bring you comfort, as if he already knew what you felt.

As you opened your mouth to say something to break the silence, the door swung open and a familiar high-pitched voice spoke.

"Ah! [Name]! You're awake!!" Chopper cried out, relieved. Zoro one the other hand, cursed under his breath, not wanting this to end just yet. Alas he let go.

"Zoro! What are you doing?! You shouldn't told me she was awake!" He scolded, which Zoro scoffed. "Yeah, whatever."

"How are feeling, [Name]?" The cute reindeer asked as he walked over to the bed.

As Chopper continued his check-up, Zoro left with his swords, Which made you quite disappointed but you didn't say anything about it.

Well, perhaps you'd have to talk about the whole thing later.

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Okay! This is my first one-shot! Thoughts?

Sorry if this wasn't what you wanted, I can't exactly write deep talks. Nor can I write one-shots.

It was good practice though! Thanks for requesting it made me happy💖

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Yandere! Uta Alphabet

Yandere! Uta x GN! Reader This was meant to be in the time where Uta was alone on Elegia with Gordon btw.

Affection : How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

She mostly shows it in a physical way, but she'll show you verbal affection too.

She loves it when you're head is on her lap and she's playing with your hair, singing you to sleep.

And for the intensity, she can get pretty intense at times. It's Uta after all. It mostly happens when her possessiveness takes over. Luckily that's not all the time.

Blood : How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Oh she'll get her hands bloody for you, usually when she's jealous and needs to get rid of a threat to you and your relationship. Constantly reminds you that.

But there's just you, her and Gordon on Elegia. So she doesn't have to get her hands dirty.

But if you're even being too close friends with Gordon she'll punish you. She can't bring herself to kill him. As much as she wants to whenever she sees you being close with him, something inside her stops her from doing so.

Cruelty : How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

She'd baby you a lot, forces affection on you and will get angry quickly if you push her away.

I do see Uta mocking you. Maybe she'll tease you for trusting her so easily, making it a piece of cake for her to keep you on the island (or trapping you in her room).

She'll call you dumb at times and make you feel like a complete fool at the start when she's got you in the palm of her hand.

E.g., "Aww, Y/N! You're such an idiot! But I guess you always have been! Gosh, you really are too trusting for your own good!"

But that's only at the start, luckily.

But what stays is when she mocks you when you cry.

E.g., "Don't be such a crybaby Y/N!"

She apologizes after and calls it teasing, she feels bad for mocking you still though.

Darling : Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

She does what she wants. Like giving you affection, touching you, dress you up, etc... (I do see her making love with you, even if you don't want it.)

So if what she wants happens to be against your will, that's your problem, deal with it.

Exposed : How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

She doesn't seem like the trauma-dumping type of yandere. Maybe she'll open up on her perspective of her past.

That's only if you gain her trust though. She's pretty closed off.

She'll be surprised if you comfort her but definitely pleased and grateful. She'll become emotionally dependent on you if you do comfort her.

Fight : How would they feel if their darling fought back?

I see her becoming EXTREMELY pissed. Like, how dare you?

The mood swings are so mentally draining.

If you fight verbally she'll tell you off and her temper shows.

If you fight physically you might be able to hurt her, but she'll fight back and sing so you go to the Uta world.

She'll feel especially betrayed if you fight physically and the punishments will be worse.

She's gonna punish you there, and you won't be able to hurt her again there.

Game : Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is not at all a game to her. She'd be extremely upset seeing you try to escape. She LOVES you. Her feelings are not a joke.

Would lock you in a room to punish you.

Hell : What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The punishments, the mood swings, the emotional manipulation, the guilt-tripping and more.

Just Uta is NOT a fun yandere when you act out or don't act the way she wants you to.

Ideals : What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

She wants to live peacefully with you in the Uta world. Giving her fans the untroubled lives they want while living a tranquil life with you is still her dream.

Maybe she wants you to become an idol with her to perform and everything. To let the whole world know you're dating her. But that's just her possessiveness talking, she doesn't want to burn you out with all the difficulties so that just stays a thought in her mind.

Kids aren't really a thought for her. But she doesn't mind having 1 or 2.

Jealousy : Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Uta is a very jealous yandere, but luckily for you, she never has the chance to be jealous since there's no one else on the island, except Gordon.

But she's the type who'd lash out at you and the other person, then storm off to be angry else where and cope by ignoring you and trying to convince herself she doesn't need you (and fails).

Then caves and clings onto you while threatening you to stop talking to that person.

Kisses : How do they act around or with their darling?

She's a mix of sweet, lovely with cruel and temperamental. When you don't act a general way, she's gonna be snappy. You have to think twice about everything you do or say to not get her angry.

She's a sweetheart when you don't push her away. She's fine if you begrudgingly let her be affectionate with you.

Love letters : How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

She'll be very sweet. She'll try not to intimidate you with her being a popular idol and everything.

She'll bring you handpicked flowers and try to charm you while being herself.

But if you reject her she'll kidnap you.

Mask : Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really, but she's more temperamental and more sweet.

Naughty : How would they punish their darling?

I don't really see Uta as the punishing type. But if I had to say, there are a few things.

I mostly see her using isolation. She'd lock you in a room or something.

She'd ignore your pleas to get out for hours until she KNOWS you learned your lesson.

The second option is where she'll make you feel lonely, saying rude stuff, making you feel worthless and alone then leaving you alone for a while to drown in your sorrow.

She knows how mentally destroying loneliness is, she experienced it herself after all, so she knows it'll work.

But she'll come back and act like she didn't do anything.

Oppression : How many rights would they take away from their darling?

A lot at first, the right of privacy and personal space, those are gone forever. The right to go out and the right to dress sometimes.

She just likes to doll you up sometimes regardless of gender.

Patience : How patient are they with their darling?

It's a 50/50 with Uta. She's completely deranged for you and wants you badly. She's willing to do anything to get you.

She's just not sure if she can wait for you to love her back.

Quit : If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Move on? Haha, that's funny. She would not be able to move on.

If you somehow manage to escape, she'll hold a huge grudge. She won't try to chase you to the ends of the earth.

It only encourages her with her massive plan. She'll get to you and once she finds you in the Uta world- Oh she'll give you a time worse than an eternity in hell.

The only way you can die on the island is by suicide. She's absolutely miserable. She's falling deeper into the abyss of insanity.

First she was abandoned by Shanks, now she loses you? She'll assume it's cause you preferred to die than be with her (it probably is) and she'll be feel so guilty. She might as well kill herself too.

However! If you escape and die, she'll cope and convince herself it was your fault. You were perfectly safe with her. But you just had to expose yourself to the dangers of the world.

Doesn't change the fact she'll destroy the one who killed you though, even if she dies trying.

Regret : Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Lol no. Maybe she'll let you around the island for sight-seeing, fresh air since no one else is around but that's it.

Stigma : What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I feel like curiosity would be the main element in her obsession.

Let me set the scene with the 'washed to shore' route. She found you unconscious and took care of you. She was curious since it's been forever since she saw anyone else but Gordon in person.

You knew her since she was a pretty famous singer. You told her about the outside world and you became friends.

She featured you in some of her videos, seeing you happily interact with her fans made something bubble inside of her. She fell in love with you then.

The new emotion you brought her intrigued her, and she wanted to explore it, she started stalking you then. She labeled that what she felt was love and started courting you.

Tears : How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She'll feel so guilty. I know I've been mentioning her temper a lot but it doesn't change the face she's a sweetheart. She'll try her best to comfort you.

If you're screaming and crying out of anger she might get a bit irritated but will still try and be reasonable before losing it and using punishments.

Unique : Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I mean do you count allowing you to roam around the island as plenty of freedom? If that's plenty of freedom to you then yeah.

Vice : What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

When she opens up to you about her past and what she did to Elegia. You could use it against her. Make her feel guilty about destroying Elegia

She'll be betrayed but she doesn't get angry and punish you, she'll distance herself from you to think about her emotions.

You could use that time of her isolation to escape.

But you need to gain enough trust so that she opens up

Wit’s end : Would they ever hurt their darling?

Mentally, yes. But physically? Only if you REALLY piss her off.

Xoanon : How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Oh she worships you sometimes but also doesn't?? She wants you a lot, treats you like a god/goddess but also wants a normal relationship?

Yearn : How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Let's be real, the girl is mentally unstable even without the wake-shrooms💀

Her mood swings would be CRAZYYY if you don't start showing signs of affection for certain amount of time.

I'd give you 2-6 months if stockholm syndrome doesn't kick in.

Forever if you play along with her.

Zenith : Would they ever break their darling?

No. I don't see that happening. Maybe on accident with all the emotion manipulation, guilt-tripping and over all mental torture is too much and the darling will just go boom💥 ================================================ Hi, hope you enjoyed this. Thanks for reading 'till the end, I had a lot of fun writing this, literally kicking my feet and shit.

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hello! how are you? I Hope your are okay! Can i request yandere!Kuzan? As a Blackbeard captain, thank you in Advance🫶

Hi thank you thank you!! I'm okay! But I'm sorry😞 I've been procrastinating. This request was sent in early-mid September and I'm replying in early October😭

I'll be writing headcannons for this due to the vague ask.

GN! Reader

❄~!Yandere Kuzan General Headcannons!~❄

He's a very chill yandere. You probably wouldn't ever know he's a yandere. He acts like he usually does, laid-back and lazy. But he's the type of yandere that would touch you a lot.

Like whenever he's in your presence he has this urge to always touch you. Sometimes he'll use your head as an arm-rest to get a reaction out of you.

That being said, he loves to do little things that points out the height difference.

Him randomly grabbing you and making you cuddle with him while he naps is a very common occurrence, obviously.

He isn't the controlling nor manipulative type. He let's you what you do for the most part on the condition you never leave him <3

He's not a jealous fella either. He doesn't deem anybody as a threat. But if he senses that anyone is making you uncomfortable he's freezing them for you <3

The man has P A T I E N C E. No matter how much you either scream, cry, or try to get a rise out of him, you get no more than a small sigh and him telling you to knock it off while patting your head (if you'd been abducted by him).

Also he'd only abduct you when he'd leave the Navy. Normally abducting is a last resort, but seeing as he wants to move, he's taking you with him. He's keeping you with him no matter what.

Perhaps if you somehow do manage to make him angry (which happens once in a blue moon), he'd only just scare you, looking at you eerily calmly. But you know you've fucked up. His gaze holds danger as part of him becomes ice.

That should be enough to scare you until you're paralyzed from fear and he stops there.

But if that's not enough to make sure you don't try anything, he'll actually freeze you for a while. This is what he does if you really make him angry, which is extremely hard to do, of just simple punishment.

Over-all I see your relationship with Kuzan to be very chill (if you behave).