âď¸ ONE PIECE characters as porn stars | 18+ hcs â¤ď¸âđĽ
 ⢠aka their role in the industry and what they specialize in đŹ
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âł all hcs focused on how they make videos & interact with co-stars / their audience đĽ
đ FEATURED CHARACTERS. ace, boa, buggy, luffy, law, nami, shanks, sanji, sir crocodile, robin, usopp, zoro (+ short mihawk and bon clay cameos)
word count. // around 1k each. no ai used.
âł [ // AUTHORâS NOTE. ] the banner is from jeff ward on set so i imagined it like a behind the scenes preparation moment đ i did partially write this with the OPLA actors in mind and it has a modern au feel to it; ace, boa, law, and bon are included as bonus favorites. TIP: go to sanjiâs hc if you want to read the zoro part and vice versa (they are industry rivals lmao of course!)
the menâs olympic figure skating results turned out the way they did not only because you need yuna kim level nerves to succeed.Â
you also have to be a natural at dancing, which mikhail evidently is.
a discussion that i think got buried by all thatâs happened.Â
so letâs look at it.
STEP ONE: strategy. he gets the most difficult elements out of the way, densely clubbing them all together. he jumps extremely far to increase the chance of smooth landings to mitigate that risk. it works.Â
STEP TWO: now we see who he really is. two minutes in, and his song choice is epically dramatic (which shocks everyone into alert and gives him room to recuperate because our ears are distracted by high notes), you can see how he hits the killing parts of the music one by one. character convinces!
STEP THREE: he goes bonkers. itâs a climactic setup - during the 5th element opera part, his arms strike every crucial beat. it helps his legs endure. no fancy jumps needed.
STEP FOUR: as he loses energy and gets slower, mikhail compensates by loosening up his limbs and torso to become more fluid and modern. this. is. genius.Â
STEP FIVE: breakdown, death, and release. only a real dancer falls to the ground if they are happy and exhausted! if you look at dance competitions, they all fall on their back, just like him.
the result: points, rapport, distinction, gold medal!
and the secret is⌠if your body syncs to a rhythm automatically (yuzuru always did this. off the ice too) you can already get a base choreography across even in a high pressure environment. rhythm is the only lifeline besides your coach. it activates muscle memory even when your brain lags or blanks under stress.
because itâs timing. you HAVE to be musically inclined for this.
if all you think about is quads, you ignore the music which anchors everything, and ties it together like a greek play in five acts. a lead guitarist has to listen to the drummer.
levi winds up in your bath tub, running soap all over your body.
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[ # â ď¸ đđđđ. ] smut and plot, angst, zero slow burn, edging, oral (both ways), so much doggy, dumbification (levi receiving⌠time to shut his brain off!!), non-canon season 3 to 4 au because isayamaâs rules donât apply here :) WHAT IS HE EVEN DOING
đ words. yes, 50k (i lost track how many sex scenes there are)Â
â¨Â đš AUTHORâS NOTE. â a full body oil massage? steamy bath tub action? levi serving meals + body tea? lengthy psychology bits? erwin giving love advice? lean back, this one has it all đĽ the editing took weeks but i get carried away writing about levi every time âÂ
đ sub!levi hc / life after war au / physical affection hc
a long domestic levi ackerman x reader fic is in the making here! â interact if you want to be tagged for 35k+ worth of steamy baths & heavy acts of service (focus of the story, he is y/nâs personal chef and future house husband, you know how levi rolls), plot is 80% done as of now đ¤ŠâđźÂ
iâm cooking up the fluffy ending and edit this behemoth, the sex scenes are as copious as me doing my favorite thing (being a levi characterizer), some time in early february i will indulge you in it đđź
a long domestic levi ackerman x reader fic is in the making here! â interact if you want to be tagged for 35k+ worth of steamy baths & heavy acts of service (focus of the story, he is y/nâs personal chef and future house husband, you know how levi rolls), plot is 80% done as of now đ¤ŠâđźÂ
iâm cooking up the fluffy ending and edit this behemoth, the sex scenes are as copious as me doing my favorite thing (being a levi characterizer), some time in early february i will indulge you in it đđź
â¤ď¸âđĽ i take that as a yes. (18+ MDNI) âZORO x bounty hunter!reader fic [5k]
đŚ summary ⼠the handsome swordsman on your hit list clearly has an oral fixation.
â ď¸ no ai prompts used, all writing is original âĄď¸
[đĽT A G S .] Âť lethal doggy & ride combo to K.O. your local swordsman âď¸, masturbation + oral (f receives, guy's a pleaser), intox kink, licking feet, using a katana for clit stim, zoro is obsessed w/ pussy & deepthroating his booze bottle he is so bisexual đđ, harmless use of haki during sex, unclear dom/sub roles
⏠aye @ all my fellow zoro girlies don't forget to reblog & comment if you liked it, enjoy đŤŚđđź
đ a/n. zoro = king of the mating press đĽ´đĽł OPLA is bringing all the zoro hard hours mood right back, it simply had to be written. cause i fucking love me a good 'pretend enemies to bed chem explosion' trope đâđź especially when he has the stamina
Š 2017 sugar-petals. all rights reserved. no reposts allowed. for entertainment purposes only. do not copy, translate, or distribute my writing.Â
Upon your request, Zoro teased your clit with the golden hilt of Kitetsu, however not opting to poke it through your panties too much. Everything in easy moderation: At first. The sheath, of course, was still on, and the ship gym was locked twice: You already were one sneaky intruder enough.
âCâmon. Just make me drunk already,â he continued to pretty much growl in your ear, but with a smirk so humored, Zoro was barely as intimidating as his recent grisly bounty picture had suggested. The scars, dark clothes and everything. He was actually quite charismatic now that you saw him up close. The scary poster was good promo, though.
Seated and somehow crooked, Zoro leaning against the wooden wall panels of the gym so very cheekily, lazily, bottle in hand, was all too inviting anyway.
The money you could collect for catching him could honestly wait. The fight youâd have, too.
Those pants were too tight not to peel off first, which you did, no time to waste.
Hooking your red lacquered nails into his training gear, which seemed both modern and traditional in tailoring, gave you a real high. Tight waist⌠toned hips. So nice. Master of the blade, Zoro had no pubes to speak of, either. Everything nice and groomed, all the way down from his hardbody abs that truly made you stop and stare. Zoro had no problems being your eye candy. He just felt a lot of thirst.
âYou want to provoke? Open your mouth, then,â you picked up his generously full bottle, undoubtedly the size of the tent in his wrap underwear. Zoro did as you said, downing the first gulp, or rather a series of it, with a satisfied chuckling sound. More than a quarter of the delicious fizzy liquor was gone in a hot minute or less. You really wanted him inside, damn. The smell of sea salt in his spiked-up hair mixed with his laissez-faire body language really was a surefire bullâs eye for you.
âThat one gives me such a buzz,â he confirmed, letting the rough taste linger on his aggravated tongue. âIf only we could take this a little further, Miss. Itâs not like we can sword fight if my crew mates are asleep. We need an⌠alternative for that, heh.â
You damn well did. This place clearly wasnât big enough to go all out with the pompous slices and jabs and lunges and jumps and 360 attacks, was it.
Well then. A second swallow, and a lousy third, until you put the bottle down to remove your underwear rather unceremoniously. Time to speed this up a little. Zoro admired what he saw with a huge, bold smile pretty much immediately.
You were turned on like crazy from hearing his husky voice ask you this alone.
One of the bouncy black training mattresses that Zoro often used to buffer jumps - and to protect the floor from dumbbells⌠plus himself - he quickly pulled close to raise his brows towards, suggesting rather than urging. He came on strong, and his ambition was not a lie, but he was laid-back as hell, too.
 âSo⌠What position does my assassin fancy before taking me out?â
That just had to make you laugh.
Zoro had been fascinating you ever since the news broke how a former pirate hunter now loyally chopped up island tyrants for the craziest, most fantastic-elastic individual of all time (for heavenâs sake, Monkey D. Luffyâs bounty could settle your village for fifty lifetimes). So why not seek him out if heâs in the vicinity of your hunting grounds, you thought.
Why not? You dared yourself to get some pretty dick. Entire islands spoke about how great sword number four looked after people were spying on him in the local onsens. Peeping being a creep move aside⌠Just paying him a visit with clear intentions seemed to pay off quite pleasantly, with no onsen needed to undress this stellar body of his. The bulge youâd uncovered had an impressive straight shape and much to hold on to. Unwrapping him further, you really did start to get to the bottom of things.
This is what you came for.
A tan flush bordering coral depth around the sculpted, balanced tip, a sleek shaft between crazy girth and wispy slimness. And yes, above: A line that separated where the sun had kissed his torso right above his belt seam. It should have looked funny, but Zoro made it work. Especially because he was completely erect already.
âGeez⌠You know damn well,â you climbed onto the mattress after deciding to go forward with this, liking what you saw. On all fours, suggestive: Catty, but curling your feet. Zoro could see everything from where he sat like a darn statue. Even your top came off now. Statue was no more, he started moving. Time to join his esteemed guest on the feathery mattress.
What a nice fucking outline, he thought to himself, almost half mumbled, that female form just has to be more beautiful than almost any katana on earth.
Even if heâd betrayed the profession and title you now held, it was obvious he couldnât resist a little blast from the past. Of course fellow bounty hunters flirted with one another. It was only natural, given how their rivalry for the next big catch was a hotbed for tensions turning sexual.
Though, this wasnât about ex-pirate hunter meets active pirate hunter anymore, was it.
This was about carnal interest, not monetary plans and pirate reps. Shit bounty be damned. He wanted this, too. A Roronoa Zoro wasnât easily seduced, but if a lady with a sword waltzed in to take him hostage, maybe he should barter with his body assets. A kenshi never knows what floats somebodyâs pirate boat, right. Why not give this a try. You looked beyond appetizing, Zoro couldnât lie.
âHey. Nice toes,â he bit his lips, and picked up your left foot with ease. Did he want to bend you into some exercising positions? Pump up the gym? It was plausible enough, if you were being honest. He probably found it arousing to make a woman fit and sporty. But⌠judging by his following antics, no.
Enthused, Zoro started licking up and down your footâs sensitive arch, your calves, and even the back of your thighs, even if he had to twist himself a little to reach down, fairly tall as he was. But who was he if the muscle tree couldnât bend a couple branches.
Zoroâs potty mouth had a mind of its own there to begin with.
Eventually, and youâd looked forward to this, he used his naughty rice wine lips to pleasure you from behind, unafraid to get close. His sharp facial features, his sharp kenshi tongue. Right on the spot. Well, whyâd he ever miss? Target practice was key for swordsmen. The unapologetic level of suction told you he practiced on those whiskey bottles of his (maybe to simulate the male genitalia as well â Zoro wasnât rumored to be picky with bedmates on the Grand Line), didnât he. Naughty as he was, Zoro mumbled just how much he couldnât stop. And that went on for a good ten minutes or so.
âTasty as fuck. Why didnât you show up earlier, hmphâŚâ
Not much later and Zoro was putting sword four to some depth work. You just couldnât stand it anymore and propped your ass up on his abs, making the next step all too easy.
Judging how he kept you in motion, his grind game was naturally good. Drunk and humming happy tunes, Zoro played away at your clit while slowly swaying in and out, balls tucked away by his samurai belting. Those⌠were just too big and uncontrollable to be released into the wild just yet. Maybe on a later occasion. This was precision work. And a good way to train stamina.
Shit, it felt amazing inside. Meaty, slick, and spongy, pressing him and providing a vacuum effect that made the pirate more delirious than sake ever could. Regardless, maybe out of habit, he grabbed the familiar wine bottle to guzzle just about the next quarter, nearing the last sparkly third. Some liquid ran down his shaved chin and dropped onto your back. Shivers.
Zoro couldnât be more glad someone this horny showed up to get his head for cash.
Well, he did give you money. Bribing you to have an incentive not to stab him in his drunk sleep, essentially. He knew bounty hunters loved the Berry, and the Berry loved them. Nami would kill him. Heâd say he spent it on an island map to pacify her later.
You did get Zoroâs head for this, though. In two senses of the word. And hey, you thought he was hot shit, too: Werenât you supposed to pay him? Zoro looked like a fucking top tier stripper! Body for the gods, hair styled, three swords, and protection ready? Of course you wanted him from behind. And he did not just plow away mindlessly.
What Zoro did in the 3D was always deliberate. His entire position was well-thought-out.
âAmazing pussy⌠you should see this.â
You were panting hard already. Zoro was in deep.
âW-what should I see?â
âHeh. Everything about it.â
Shit. You already stuttered. This guy was unbelievable.
Everything about it.
The inside muscle squeezing him, the lips all stretched outside. How soaked you were, and clingy, soft. Sucking him in so tightly. Yeah, he didnât even bother retracting too much. Just staying nicely up close. Steady, pumping, and controlled.
He wanted to impress you, not go berserk. This could never make him lose his cool. If he pounded the ever-loving shit out of you like a crazy drill machine, youâd probably kill him with your devil fruit powers to begin with. Zoro knew he didnât stand a chance. Nor did he want it to be painful, brief. The way youâd wanted to kidnap him had just been way too promising.
This was a whole progression of mutual teases, he very well understood that.
âFuck, Zoro. Just put those hands on my shoulders already,â you spurred him, then: Hot in the face.
âSomeone loves to pull and grip me, huh.â
âAnd someone is addicted right away.â
âHell yes, hah. Exactly that.â
Damn, this guy was big and gorgeous. But he was careful, and it made you moan.
Zoroâs veiny, tipsy hands being all grabby at your breast gave away just how deprived heâd been, especially with the muscled reflection in the mirror that was hard and taut. But this was just right up his alley. A drop-dead sexy woman coming for his ass personally, with a luxury jewel sword able to cut cliffs and cements?
Sign him up.
Zoro already knew how the bounty industry worked: And didnât even care. It wasnât hard to tell youâd tracked him down because you were curious. Any ambitious hunter would have caught him solitary on an island and would have already tortured out vital info. Who the fuck would use a tiny boat to come to a ship with several wanted superpirates governed by âSteel Fistâ Nami The Smart? Hunting a former bounty expert who uses his teeth to do sword fights only using one eye? Led by Rubber Man 2.0?
You were either a lunatic, an amateur, suicidal, or extremely bright and stronger than the whole damn crew.
⌠or literally just a horndog ready to rip his clothes off, so.
Zoro wasnât too worried given how youâd revealed yourself from the shadow of his hammock early, having tied his hands with his headband. And properly. He was such a slut for this.
Heâd seen the glare of your silver sword. Wavy and diamond-laced, pointed, and expensive as hell. Fuck, he wanted to try it so bad. Or fight it. Both was a nice test. You probably paid the blade by catching â and frying - a real big fish. To convince the Marines you were actually doing your job.
Truth be told, Zoro had such a boner for strong opponents. Were you a stalker? A ninja? A mobster? Shit, that is so foxy of her. How did you even get inside the ship without disturbing Chopperâs fine deer senses. Didnât Sanjiâs heart eyes activate as soon as a woman was within a five-mile reach? You knew your chops.
After you woke him, he just got up and followed you to the gym without waking anyone else in the room (even though he got lost twice). Yes, even in the dim light, heâd recognized your equipment and way of moving. That could only be a pirate hunting sleuth: Good old days, huh. You even â albeit very threateningly - untied his hands so he could drink to that.
It was just a game. No real attack there (yet). Heâd be dead and you filthy rich by now if the mission was serious. Or maybe you wanted dick and the bounty? Better give a woman what she asks for, old swordsman rule of law!
As a consequence, instead of devastating the ship with a huge brawl, he just wanted to have sex, too. And good sex. No matter if he was the prey. So, he put major effort into his strokes.
And followed suit with his hands on your shoulders.
You loved it.
Those husky groans were godly. Zoro really savored this. Unlike with Peronaâs harassment in the castle, constantly trying to get into his pants, heâd be damned not to agree to this. Best feeling in the world. Frankly, he even struggled his own ass off.
âAhwh, fuckâŚâ
He understood why Sanji was so crazy about girls, girls, girls.
All day every day. The chef enraged him so because Sanji said the things Zoro thought in his head out loud, although a little more shamelessly, without the respect a swordsmaster should have for the female sex. The rule of a kengĹ was to never be obtrusive, and only ever accept her if she came to the master by choice rather than making her start on the backfoot: Swordsmen knew the idea of power imbalance very well.
Thatâs⌠also why Zoro had a real kink for getting groped.
At least Sanjiâs motto was to never lay his hands on a woman. Zoro could get behind this, although he believed in sword fights being an honorable female profession. If you wanted to chop him up, heâd probably admire and enjoy it. But at the end of the day, right in his hammock, Zoro had masturbated for hours on end many times, wishing someone bounced on him in the craziest of ways. He was no better. Albeit less forward than Sanji. He rather enjoyed women being the pushy ones.
And just like that, finally he was free from jacking off. Itâs been a while.
âOh, like thisâ! Zoro, fuuck! That feels so good!â
Music to his misanthropic ears, which were usually plagued by people nonsense 24/7. He didnât want to see no damn prostitute. Waste of cash, easily attainable on every island, and it was her job to pretend to like and get him off quickly, mostly to make space for new clients. That was pretty bleak and mechanical to him. Zoro wanted real passion.
Going to bed with oneâs opponent was a swordsmanâs kind of courage.
A shame that Mihawk wasnât into that kinda stuff besides a bit of psychological domination. His ass was flatter than Zoroâs, and behind that handsome angularity, there didnât seem to be any chaotic lust. Zoro just didnât like that type of stiff and dusty vampire daddy. He wanted to kick it with someone seductive who didnât annoy or scare the living hell out of him, a person confident they really wanted Roronoa Zoro, and Roronoa Zoroâs body especially.
Although he wasnât entirely sure if heâd survive this later on, you were beyond perfect for that.
âMhh⌠youâre gonna touch yourself to all of what weâre doing here, that I knowâŚâ
âTch, just keep it going, nowâŚâ
In, out, a slowly tantalizing rhythm thrilled the two of you to a light sweat and a special type of evening heat permeating the room, tempest brewing in the distance: Especially when he found his best angle. That didnât take too long. He was an athlete. Sword position mattered.
Though Zoro really didnât want this to end, either. Head thrown back, fully in physical bliss, he tried his best to extend this little retreat you had. Yes, even if he was dizzy from the wine, nose all pink and mouth wide open. He didnât give a fuck if he looked in any way pathetic. He got his fill, he enjoyed that. Zoro kept it up, and he twitched, and he groaned.
Five minutes later: Same thing. To prevent stagnation, and mostly to see that sexy scarface of his, you asked to ride him casually.
Which Zoro agreed to. If not giddily. Thatâs what heâd fantasized about.
It was his favorite thing next to pleasuring someone over the counters in Sanjiâs treasured kitchen. Or the legs over his shoulder thing, which he wanted to try with you as well (unless you shot him with a hidden gun or something).
So, he leaned back, flopping his heavy frame onto the mattress. Dick crazy hard, standing tall and aching for contact again. What a ginormous tease this guy was. No time to waste, thenâŚ
Getting on top of him, Zoro helped you settle your knees and hands in a way that suddenly made everything easier. And Zoro wasnât stingy with some noise, either. He just let it out freely. Palms on his ripped chest, you picked up the pace and let your body do what it felt like doing.
âFuck, so beautiful,â Zoro was left falling apart underneath your grabby fingertips, really feeling it. âYes, grope my pecs, shitâŚâ
You worked Zoro up until he knew he had to supply you with some hip action to really tap into a more intense bit. Breaths loud and heavy, Zoro turned the prior slip and slide into a scorching push and pull. Circumspect so you wouldnât contort or fall off, he secured you in place with his swordsman hands: Zoroâs primary tool of work and life, after all.
âHowâs that,â he grinned. âIs that what you want?â
âNnngh⌠FuckâŚâ
âTell me more about it.â
âSo good⌠Touch me everywhere⌠Zoro, please, more.â
âIâm taking that as a yes,â he was content and restless now, committed to make it perfect. His hands were all over your ass and shoulder blades, your stomach, your thighs. At one point, he kept on going with your breast in his mouth, nipping like no one was watching.
You had to admit that some pirates really were fine as hell.
Fuck, his ultra ripped body in motion made you see rib muscles youâd never seen before. No wonder the guys were queueing for this masterpiece as well, though Zoro was without a doubt a part-time power bottom rather than a sadistic top. Robin was that kind of stone cold domme. You wouldnât dare pursue her bounty. This woman busted balls harder than Boa Hancock herself (âŚyouâd seen her once. You couldnât believe sheâd switch for Luffy). Zoro, however, was still very impressionable.
First youâd hypnotized him with your ass, now the front view made his eyes go wide, staring at what was happening. Someone was blushing all shades of green and red. Even his heartbeat was brisk now, and this guy never really had a pulse to speak of.
Zoro starting to lick at your neck and arms was the last straw. You were so stimulated, you really wanted to cum. Your counterpart rapidly started to understand this. Observation was everything as a swordsmaster. He couldnât be fooled.
The view was perfect to masturbate you to orgasm with two skilled fingers, making sure to keep you riding nicely parallel to that. It was so hot and messily wet, you accidentally slipped off and Zoro continued with his hands regardless. He knew not to stop and break your build-up at this point.
Instead, and now the ideal moment came, he folded your legs over his buff shoulders, put his thumb squarely across your swollen clit, and treated you to more of him inside. Truly Zoroâs favorite position. He was so into your legs. And your excited face.
Tongue out, Zoro sent you the sauciest one-eyed wink he could muster, knowing you would not experience the next few minutes without shaking legs. Thumb pressure rising, he rubbed you down despite how difficult it was to do this with wetness everywhere, but he was Zoro doing Zoro things.
Sending you towards the edge, that is.
His tunnel vision glare was gluttonous to see you come, and he wouldnât go back to sleep without making you reach the top. He just stayed balls deep, knowing you were relaxed and lubricated enough for it, and bent you into a mating press, much to your enjoyment. Zoroâs furious left hand intensely buffed into your clit (was that fucking Haki?), and he was taunting in your ear:
âPirates do it better. Remember that.â
âZoro, youâre soâFuck!â
You could barely keep composure. The stimulation was absolutely reeling. Your eyes rolled back⌠because the leg shakes did come around the pleasure corner. Zoro took this all in, pumping your pussy without any rhythmic blunders. Spreading your legs ever so expertly.
âAhhh⌠Thatâs the spot! Zoro, please donât stop!â
He probably didnât have to bribe you anymore.
Heâd prepared you nicely for this: Fully fixated on your eyes with a real conviction. Of course he was the most-wanted swords guy out there. Those finger tips were lightning fast and astoundingly accurate. To the point where you clenched your teeth and braced yourself.
âThere it comes.â
âNhâahh!â
And this is what I came for. Louder, please.
Zoro slowed down when the first powerful twitches came, making your feet curl as before, only harder. Heartbeat takeover. You climaxed for almost half a minute, the contractions robbing you off your senses temporarily. Because everything was focussed on it. Trusting Zoro, you knew he wouldnât do anything hasty now, and he didnât. He just enjoyed the gorgeous show. Smug.
The thumping really was a rapid-fire wave of heatedness, making your whole pussy pulse over an over. Zoro courteously slipped out not to overwhelm you, leaving you breathless anyway. The throbbing carried on for longer.
Jesus, this guy.
Took you a minute to remember anything else.
âDonât you wanna cum as well?â
You eventually asked, but Zoro held you by the hips, preventing you from scurrying around and putting him back in.
âAlready did,â he gave another rendition of his goofy grin. âTwenty-five minutes ago, in fact, heh. I knew I was not a match the minute you managed to sneak into the most infamous ship of the seas.â
Your jaw truly hit the floor like it was Franky dissembling.
âW-what? I didnât notice you came!? Wait a minute.â
Zoro truly drove his own race at all times. Fuck, how did that even happen.
âYou really think doggy doesnât make me lose it? You, from behind... thatâs like a good fine rum you find on treasure islands,â Zoro chuckled to himself, clearly not resenting. âI just held the line from there, maâam. Iâm not a spoilsport like that egocentric eyebrow bitch of a chef.â
Christ, it was 25 minutes ago? Holy crap, Zoroâs discipline. That fucker was next level. He really forced himself to stay convincingly upright and powered through. Cumming this fast, you didnât expect it from him at all. Were there signs, though?
Well: Yes.
You did notice he was crazy into it right away. But that didnât stop him. So much so, he even gave you a prime ride with his balls damn empty.
âThat must have been painful, though? Zoro-san! You should have said something so we could have pausedâŚâ
âMeh. Donât care if something hurts. Body aches are my life, maâam. I only bother if it feels good for you.â
âZoro, with all due respect. I know thatâs pretty cavalier and youâre a pirate. But itâs supposed to be fun for two people.â
âTo be honest, you know⌠I had a good time anyway,â he postured himself confidently as you knew him, genuinely shrugging, and Zoro really was a badass. There was a reason why his ambitions preceded him. He got shit done. No matter what. He really had you cumming like crazy at 2 in the morning.
If he could keep his dick hard after getting drained, and completely shitfaced at that (didnât alcohol kill your erection at one point?!), you couldnât even imagine how superhuman his other gym and sex regimens were. At this point, and the swordsmaster was damn seasoned for his age, did he practice jacking up his dick with his armament haki or some gimmicks like that? Probably. And this dude was only 21. They bickered like anyone else, but the way these strawhats could regulate themselves. That astounded you a lot. Zoro was on top of his game, and didnât just think about himself at all, you gave him that.
Another reason you would spare him. The Grand Line needed that type of energy nowadays. Selfish pirates, they sucked ass. They just didnât get it.
âThank you, then. ZoroâŚâ
âNo problem at all, heh.â
âI just didnât know you had to muster all of that,â you pulled your top back on. âI didnât want to go so rough on you.â
Maybe, Zoro really was demonically deranged. Such body control wasnât for the weak, was it. Â
âEndurance, practice. Power of will. Every master needs to have it. Itâs not like I could help the sexy grip in the first minutes, though, huh. Oi, Iâll do it better next time. But rough is what I like, canât you tell.â
You were glad you only showed up to see and tease him (should he be as attractive as you hoped, which he was). This crew could probably turn any opponent into minced meat for Sanjiâs ready cooking. All with a big ole smile and Brook shaking his bone butt in the background.
âHah, sure can. Would be a shame not to repeat this and try again some time.â
âOh⌠someoneâs back for more. Too collect more sex intel on wanted pirates cause you love to blackmail us for fun?â
Oops. Youâve been found out. How could Zoro tell?
âLet me put it like this,â you pinched at his blushy nose. âIt would be a waste to lock you somewhere cold in Impel Down. The whole place would overheat and burst like crazy as soon as you strip down, anyway.â
âYou donât say.â
What a spicy prison break that would be. You imagine the headlines. Jacked Kenshi Greenhead Flees High Security Penitentiary Stark Naked, Rustic Bottle of Beer In Hand and Fifty Mesh-Stocking Drag Queens Supporting Him.
âSo, Iâd just have to catch you escaping again and again. The tax collectors for Akainuâs budget and Impel Down itself sure would love that. The people of the Grand Line⌠not so much. Iâd rather watch you cause some havoc and invent some new sword styles. Itâs far more entertaining.â
Oh, that just broke the one last bit of ice.
Zoro truly was the happiest mosshead on earth.
The last stations of the crewâs journey had been exhausting, to say the very battle-laden least.
Even if Zoro was ready for any sacrifice, the swordsman really didnât want to see his nakama struggle. Luffy almost lost a large-scale fight. The recovery week was awful. This was a welcome change in tone. Tonight was some proper icing on the cake for letting the good times roll now.
To celebrate it, Zoro stood up to catch his favorite light emerald robe. A second one, pitch black and unworn, he gave to you as a gift. And a sign of respect also.
Another master swordsman rule. Donât give women a reason to feel cold or steal your clothes: Just let them own your wardrobe whole and stay humble!
âLooks like prison needs to wait for me, huh. You should come here often, actually,â Zoro laughed at his own audacity to say this so drunkenly, but it wasnât a lie.
âI do reside in a nice bay tavern on the next island⌠in just about 16 days from now,â you clicked your tongue, storing the robe in your hunter bag. It was too precious to wear, in your opinion. Youâd use it in your sleep instead. âYou can join me for dinner before I catch some bad guys the next day, as far as business is concerned.â
âBay, island, 16 days. Thanks for the pointer,â he elegantly belted his green gown, then reached for a sweat towel from his exercise supplies. âAlthough dinner sounds a little too fancy for me. Just say eating and hot stuff later.â
âEating and booze and hot stuff later,â you corrected Zoro, all while he got busy cleaning you up, removing protection discreetly after. âYou bring your best wine to the tavern backrooms, I get the fun in the sheets.â
âThatâs a deal, heh. Iâll put on my greyest cloak for that one when I step off the ship,â Zoro added with his signature low swordsman twang. âNo need for people talking. But the hands tied we can do again.â
âSounds good to me, sailor. If you want to⌠we can swap swords for the day, then. I know you wanna test my diamond blade, donât you.â
âGod. Youâre so sexy⌠Can I really use it? Holy fucking fuck.â
âAlright. I take that as a yes.â
He didnât even have to nod. Zoro knew this wasnât the last time youâd have a ton of fun.
Looks like youâd report to the marines that the evil pirate Zoro âpushed you off the ship and made your devil fruit powers defunctâ so you werenât able to catch him at all. He just escaped.
Until next time.Â
đđđ final note. finallyyy i made a fic about my favorite swordsmaster character!! especially since it's about him coming into contact with his former profession. i used to write a lot about zoro by hand in my little scrapbook when OP came out on tv in the 2010s but i never published anything. now that i've done a lot of writing on tumblr i figured it was time to come out as a zoro veteran girlie and join the ship crew now that OPLA gives us a crazy rennaissance.
like swordsmen? i also write about levi x reader a lot.
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hello, spicy roronoa zoro x reader fic lovers âď¸
with one piece returning - and rereading the manga - i wrote a cheeky juicy something with zoro (eye candy #1) and an unhinged bounty hunter y/n. basically 4k oneshot smut with a tinge of plot (reader invades the ship to get his sexy pirate ass!!), and copious steamy positions cause zoro was just made for doggy letâs be honest
sound off in the replies or like/reblog if you want to be tagged đĽ itâll be out january 14-15 most likely! đ
What is it about gamines that draws you to them? This isn't me saying that they can't be sexy, ofc (I mean just look at San Choi and Eric Saade). I'm more of a N, SD, and TR (if he's moderate height) gal myself (I say as a DC). Love me a man with nice boy curves.
my theory is: we're drawn to body types that have the same bone structure as we do (e.g. sharp in your case), but the opposite vertical impression & different type of flesh.
SD & TR both have angular frames like you but yin flesh and a vastly different height range than classics. naturals are also yang, but! have blunt flesh, and are often taller than DCs, too. a bit similar, a bit different. the glue and the fascination.
... and what i like about gamines is a very long list! so let me indulge you. đ
god, they are so fashionable (many of them don't even realize!). gamines have that yin-yang mix in their facial features and build, they have a style range no other type has.
next to bright winters and bright springs, their ability to do color pops is unmatched. my dramatic palette is more limited to contrasts, theirs is broader.
this body type is 100% anti-boredom because of the detail level they can carry. look up chungha's stage outfits (she's a soft gamine). i am in awe. they can do all the patterns ever.
david kibbe insists their stature is their charm point, he reiterates that very aggressively in his book, and he is right. our society makes shortness a drawback and calls petite people compensating tryhards, but me, i won't allow this slander in my house either!!!
gamines are always underestimated... and get their revenge in hollywood by beastmode-acting the house down. they are some of the most compelling, shocking, believable performers.
and even though the wise man role seems to be reserved for D/SD/FN, gamines will school us anew that they can be any portrayal, even a levitating green philosopher. range, again!
lotta people don't like the way i look - most pure dramatic women are the opposite of pretty, femme, curvy, docile, nonthreatening, nor smaller than guys. many also don't like how gamines are so tiny and unconventional-looking, and a seeming easy target on this hostile planet, either. but together we bond!! i have found that to people of this type, apparently i am a divine elven apparition from above. the love is mutual. đ
gamines suffered more than jesus. the shit that life and authors make them go through... i will sue!!!! short people are not the world's punching bag!!! i am gamine defense central and i will not be stopped.
the conservative bubble fumes about it, but their androgynous appeal is something else. gamines ignore binary expectations just by existing. they are the best of both yin and yang worlds.
next to the romantics and soft dramatics, this type has the best pout among all types i swear. and they look so cool!
i wasn't a directioner, but i would have been such a niall girl. his SG-ness makes the ugliest christmas sweaters cute. he would light up my world like nobody else alright. i love yin on guys as well, and soft gamine got all of it.
you often see gamines dressing like D or DC types and vice versa. each one wants to integrate the other. we absorb the other's energy lmao! tomdaya are such an FG/D couple.
they are serving body, they are serving flair: just because gamines are below runway heights that doesn't prevent them from being daily life models and rulebreakers. guys can't wear scarves and need to freeze their butt off masculinely? i forgot what you just said because jung hoseok waltzed in like a slayer! đ§Ł
more than that, gamines tell us we can be anyone through styling. they are kibbe's true living metamorphosis.
they aren't just cutesy and made for comedic relief: gamines can be dark and severe and have a massive aura like D types.
leader charisma! claiming their space. katty, bossy, too much of everything? not to me. i like their energy. i'd rather see a girl with a giant attitude than someone with no defiant bone in their body.
other gamines have a sweet and uplifting appearance. i just have to look at any pictures of elijah wood being himself and my desolate day is better.
being a D type, my face is all prominent asymmetric features - not the usual, not conventionally attractive from any angle. G types often experience the same effect, our culture values symmetrical C traits the most after all. so, we bond over being built different literally. cousin itt is my certified long-haired husband!!
you can spot FGs by their rainbow hair from a mile away. no one else can rock dye like they do. the rest of us would look like fools.
and they do short-short hair like it's nothing. again, the rest of us look lacklustre with that: R and C is chin length hair, N and D is below the collar bone. yes, for guys, too. but they make buzzcuts their thing just like two-tone dyes.
yes, in my dramatic eyes, gamines are sexy to a fault. many people say some of them are hot but i say the majority of them have all the juice. their face cards make my eyes fall out. i don't get people who don't see their sexual presence cause whew! (remember taeyong's todoroki hair. most men would flop standing between taemin and kai)
i feel like because they are so diminutive, many romantics & gamines are forced to go the extra mile to be taken seriously. us dramatics get the opposite side of the coin, too tall, too thin, too lanky, too scary, too flat. but thanks to gamines, i see the other perspective. i am not too anything, i am the vampire queen! đŚ and in life, we should place a bit less importance on "i am noticed, i am not noticed, i fit in, i don't" anyway.
my appreciation from a D perspective isn't "i'm jealous of their leg space!", cause leg space is a matter of companies. i'm just enamored with gamines than violently envious. because is peppering them with kisses fine? in that case, the smoochery will begin đđđ (an SD/FG couple here)
maybe mother is mothering, cause freud would laugh when i said gamines are so dear to me and i want to protect the babies with my scary gothly presence. (love how he inherited gomez' beard and a spider web jacket lmao)
i have a more languid way of walking, courtesy of overtly long dramatic legs. gamines are fast and agile. they can become great dancers because of that. this type navigates the world so differently. y'all and they dance so sassily đ
it's cute to look down in their huge doe eyes. those yin facial features mixed with sexy sharpness. who didn't fall for logan lerman's puppy gaze back then. from audrey hepburn to byun baekhyun i just love my gamines!!
âł NOTE this turned out as an essay on his self-care routine if he lived in this day and age đ if you want to know about his 10,000 shaving methods and leviâs philosophy on chapstick, this post is for you.
words. 4.7k
⢠GENRE | modern au, bullet pointsÂ
warnings â ď¸ dom!reader (not specified), domestic steamy bits, making out, light corruption kink, finger sucking, STI mention, oral sex
The first time you met Levi, it wasnât on the best terms. That singular morning, you were walking down the hall on your way to your office for the daily meeting with your squad. Immersed in thoughts, you accidentally bumped into certain ravenette. Watch where youâre going, brat. You eyed him indignantly as he brushed off the lapel of his uniform; you were flabbergasted by his inappropriate behavior towards his superiors. âCaptain (name) Aaltonen for you cadetâ You patted his shoulder. âDonât ever call me brat again, boy.â You resumed your way, leaving him standing alone in the hallway with a dumbfounded look on his face.
Your age has always remained a mystery among the new recruits. You have a deceiving face, too young for your biological age; yet they know you have served to the Scouting Legion for years, way before Hange and Moblit joined The S.C.
Rather than displeased by his demeanor, you were left amused and intrigued. Thanks to your grandfather Angel, the inventor of the ODM gear, you are treated like nobility among the military, ever since the training regimen. However, coming across that grumpy, clean freak cadet sparked your interest. He was the first person youâd met in your military life who didnât praise you for your ancestorâs contributions; instead, you found his rudeness and lack of respect quite appealing, but you have to remind him who was in charge.
As for Levi, he started to grow fond of you soon after he met you for the first time. You never looked down on him nor his friends for the place they came from, and crime record. After all, your grandfather had spent a great part of his life living in the underground city, and youâd heard about what people had to resort to to survive in such harsh and inhumane conditions.
Levi also noticed how caring you were with the younger cadets. Even for Isabel, you became a big sis figure.
Levi felt mortified because of his feelings; the wall he'd built around his heart began to crumble. He loved you secretly, watching you from afar like some kind of perv, and it was all your fault. He just couldnât help himself; he was bewitched by you. He was in denial for a while before his heart accepted that his feelings for you had finally burgeoned. However, he never mustered the courage to confess; deep inside, he was afraid of rejection, and for an unknown reason, he felt quite intimidated by you. You were tired of waiting though, and decided to give him a little push.
âThis Saturday, five bells at Trost main square. Lilies are my favorites.â That was all he needed to hear.
For everyone else, Levi is the ill-mannered, stoic captain; and Humanity's Strongest Soldier. But with you and only you, he becomes a completely different person. Around you, Leviâs always shy and compliant, even after getting promoted to captain. It was embarrassing at first to admit you had the power to turn him into a fluster mess.
During cuddle time, he is always the small spoon. He loves being held tight in your arms, protected from any harm. His nightmares would leave him alone when you sleep by his side. âYouâre a good boy, Levi. My good boyâ You'd caress his hair, getting drunk with the steady, calming sound of his breathing.
Being called âGood boyâ is not demeaning at all for Levi. He feels honored, itâs a sign of deep affection. Those words only come out of you with love, praise and adoration for him.
You love taking care of him, and he loves being taken care of. Outside your relationship, Levi is the one keeping an eye on others, looking after his own squad. He could only take a rest from being the hero in your arms.
NSFW (just to be safe)
Behind closed doors, youâd ride him painfully slow, your hips rolling as you take him deep. Heâd buck his hips up imploring for more, but youâd only look down, meeting his half-lidded eyes, and tease him more for being such a bad boy. You love being in control, making him beg, and asking for permission to cum. You know you're my little fuck toy, Levi, only mine to use. Flushed face, hitched breath, loud moans; that pretty picture and those delightful sounds reserved just for you.
You know I'm a sucker for dominant Levi that rails the shit out of you, and I enjoy the bottom Levi that gets over stimulated by Y/N all the time, but what about softy Levi? No I don't mean submissive Levi but more of a "canonverse" Levi. The one where Levi, who's lost so many loved ones is scared to lose you. So scared that he'd just wake you up in the middle of the night begging to eat you out after having a nightmare about you, yearning for intimacy. No lights, not much talking, just light breathy moans coming out of both of you as he licks long stripes in between your wet folds, tongue grazing against your sensitive clit with every stroke. He doesn't even want to pull out his dick and fuck your brains out, eating you out will suffice. Tasting you, grabbing your hips, latching onto your clit making to moan, you, grabbing his hair when you cum. He's just happy to hear and feel you, to be holding you. He doesn't over stimulate you, nor does he edge you, only allowing you to cum when he says so. He'll let you cum on his tongue whenever you'd like, or whenever you have to. And after you cum, head thrown back, he'd reach up and pinch your nipples catching your attention as you look down eyes meeting with his. This can go on forever and to be completely honest your not complaining. He'd remove his lips from your slit, revealing his glistening chin and lips just to remind you of how much he loves you. Oh and it KILLS you when he lifts his head up just to ask "Does that feel good" His voice quiet almost whisper, but deep, raspy, and drowsy from having just woken up a few minutes ago. He'd release low and raspy moans into you, vibrating against your clit, only making you reach your climax faster than before.There's no dominant or submissive role between either of you, just genuine love making. And after you'd finish he'd hoist himself up to you, pampering you with kisses, and pulling you close until you both succumb to slumber.
Levi would definitely have a lot of plants in his apartment. He has a set schedule for when he waters all of them. When you started dating, and started staying over at his place, youâd help him water the plants in the morning.
âDo they have names?â
He frowned at the question and pointed to the one in front of him. âSucculent.â
You giggled. âNo, I meant actual names.â
âTheyâre plants. Not pets.â
âYeah but it would be fun to name them! Like this one.â You picked up a small spider plant. âThis one could be named Franny.â
âAbsolutely not.â
âWhat? She looks like a Franny.â
âItâs a plant.â
And thatâs where it began. You had given every single plant a name and Levi refused to accept it.
âHave you watered Bonnie yet?â
âWho?â
You pointed at the plant in question and said, âBonnie.â
âYou named my red prayer plant Bonnie?â
âItâs a good name.â
âBonnie?! At least name it something cool.â
âItâs too late, her name is Bonnie.â
It got to the point where Levi gave up resisting it. He watched you talk to the plants as you watered them, calling them by the names you had given them.
âCarlos, youâve sprouted a new leaf! Good for you.â
âI see youâre liking your new spot by the window, Marceline. I had a feeling you would.â
As irritating as the names you gave them were, Levi couldnât help but notice the twinges he felt in his chest when he saw you smile at his plants. He even started calling them by their names when you werenât around, but heâd never admit that to you.
