I think Self Shippers need to kick it up a notch and have Fictional Enemies, make a self insert whose life goal is to beat the shit out of a canon character
nsfw with zoro having really really really wet dreams with y/n please!!
𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | roronoa zoro
1.497 words
content: nsfw, fem. reader, teasing, edging, brief f. dom ;), degrading names, bratty reader; oh, to ride a sleeping zoro...
note: thank you for the request! i don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. sweet dreams ;)
you drove him crazy, walking around the ship, oblivious to the things your skimpy skirts and size-too-small cropped tees did to him.
he could hardly lie comfortably on the deck anymore, the angle providing him with too perfect a view of your body to ignore.
he hated it. he wasn’t a pervert — he was far from that. he knew he shouldn’t stare, shouldn’t steal a look under your skirt when you walked past him, but try as he might to keep his eyes shut and enjoy his nap, he could never quite ignore the distraction.
his only solution was to find a different place to take his naps, unable to bear resting on the deck anymore, instead finding solace in the crow’s nest or some empty room — but even then, you found a way to disturb his rest.
those short skirts, tight shirts, and the gleam of your skin under the sunlight taunted zoro even in his sleep.
the first time you appeared in his dreams — your small frame buried under his, teary, pleading eyes staring up at him as you begged for him — zoro kept his distance, unable to stand the way you consumed his senses, and avoided your eyes for weeks.
still, the thought of you never left his mind; your sweet voice, your delicate smile, soft skin, the warmth you effortlessly radiated… and the image of you whimpering below him, all remained seared in his mind.
his dreams of you became incessant and the swordsman could not say that he saw no pleasure in the thought of you, disheveled as he fucked your sweet little cunt from behind or you sat on his face in nothing but one of those little skirts; the thought of you on your knees with his dick between your breasts, letting him cover your face in his cum; the thought of touching and kissing every inch of your skin…
it was a pleasure that could be worth every ounce of the wave of shame that fell over him when he came to his senses, but he respected you too much to allow himself to indulge in it. you deserved more than to be treated like the object of someone’s desire — and despite his attraction, despite everything he felt for you, you deserved better than to be with someone like him.
thus, zoro stayed away, admiring you from a distance and only permitting himself the pleasure of your company when you came to him.
and though you hid it well, you were as infatuated — perhaps more so — with roronoa zoro as he was with you. you longed to be beside him, to be in his arms and feel the blanket of his warmth against your skin. certain that he didn’t feel the same, you were content with simply reciprocating the care he gave to you. the swordsman was always protecting you, keeping you safe and away from trouble (as away from trouble as a pirate can be, that is). the least you could do was care for him the same way; you treated his wounds, ensured that he never pushed himself too hard when he trained, reminded him to eat, and tried to keep him company when it seemed like he needed it.
while you longed for more — so much more — it was enough for you, to tend to him and be close to him, however briefly; as it was enough for zoro, to be near you and protect you.
“zoro…?” you called for the swordsman, poking your head in the bedroom to let him know it was time for dinner. shutting the door quietly behind you as you stepped into the room, you could still hear the faint sound of laughter coming from the dining hall.
“y/n,” zoro murmured from where he laid, his voice breathy. his eyes stayed closed and the rise and fall of his chest told you the swordsman was still fast asleep. is he sleeptalking?
“fuck,” he whispered, wincing in his sleep. a smile tugged at your lips as you admired the man before you, his parted lips and flushed cheeks, wondering what he might be dreaming of. although, as your eyes moved down his body, tracing his arm to where a hand lay sleepily kneading a prominent bulge, there was no need to wonder. “look so pretty on my lap…”
“is that right?” you teased, the words leaving your lips before you knew they did. your first instinct had been to panic, to leave before zoro came to his senses and saw you there, but the realization that he was dreaming of you — that the faint blush, shaky breaths, and his restless state were all because of you — gave you a foreign sense of confidence.
“...such a pretty whore, riding my cock.”
your breath hitched at the sound of those words, suddenly feeling breathless and hot. “fuck, roronoa.”
you moved your hand to where his rested, not allowing yourself to hesitate as you pressed gently against his boner. zoro hissed in response, your name falling from his lips again.
your eyes glanced back to the door, the ruckus in the dining hall as loud as ever. no one would come to the rooms for a while, you were certain of it. careful not to wake him yet, you straddled the swordsman, holding the bunk above you for support. you were still for a moment as zoro’s hand moved to grip your thigh, a soft groan escaping him, though he didn’t wake. you moved your hands to either side of the bunk before slowly swaying your hips, grinding against zoro’s, moaning softly at the sight of him under you, his brows furrowed as you edged him closer to release. “shit, princess, don’t stop,” zoro groaned, his hips bucking into you.
“fuck-” you whined, unable to contain the loud moan his movements provoked and zoro’s eyes fluttered open at the sound. “y/n - fuck - what are y-” zoro held his breath, stifling a moan.
“princess, huh?” you teased, slowing the movement of your hips slightly as you wallowed in the pleasure.
under you, zoro was a stuttering mess — a state you never dreamed you’d see him in — disoriented from having just woken and being so painfully close to his climax. it didn’t help that you were in full control — something he could never have dreamt up before — and the pace you’d set impeded his nearing release.
“fuck, y/n. move faster.”
“call me princess again,” you smiled down at the swordsman with innocent, pleading eyes, keeping your pace steady.
zoro only glared at you, mouth agape in disbelief (and from his breathless state). “fucking brat-”
you halted your movements, giving the swordsman a pout, and holding back a smile as he winced. “fuck, princess, don’t be a tease.”
you smiled, content, before resuming your movements, though not without pushing zoro’s buttons a little further. “or what?”
zoro didn’t bother giving you a reply, instead his hands moved above your hips suddenly, stilling you before tugging his pants down only enough to release his length from its constraints. he didn’t give you time to admire (or process) his size before pushing your panties to the side and thrusting into you without remorse. despite your best efforts, you couldn’t suppress the moans that escaped your lips and your beautiful sounds only further encouraged zoro’s relentless pace, his hands gripped you tightly, holding you in place, his low grunts meeting your ears as he chased his high.
“fuck, fuck, zoro- come inside me, please,” you pleaded, eyes shut in overwhelming pleasure, burying your head in his chest.
“look at me, princess,” zoro whispered, a smirk on his lips as he lifted your chin, not wanting to miss any nuance in your expression as he stuffed you full. looking into your teary, half-lidded eyes and seeing you sweaty, blushing, and whining for him — he could hardly believe he wasn’t still dreaming. “good girl.”
your walls tightened around him as you felt your own climax approaching, gasping as you felt zoro’s cum leak inside of you, leaving you a whimpering mess, falling apart in his arms.
breathless, you collapsed onto his chest. the warmth of his body enough to lull you to sleep if you let it. you smiled weakly, “how was that, swordsman? did i live up to your dreams?”
“keep teasing and i’ll make sure you can’t walk straight for a week,” zoro said plainly, though wrapping his arm around you.
“is that a threat or a challenge?”
rather than respond, he swiftly turned you over so that he was hovering over you. with your small frame buried under his; your still teary, pleading eyes staring up at him… you uttered a quiet request that made the swordsman’s heart feel tight in his chest. “zoro… kiss me.”
he didn’t hesitate to lean forward, stopping briefly to take you in before kissing you softly.
against your lips, eyes closed in utter bliss, he confessed, “better than any fucking dream.”
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