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PATIENCE | Roronoa Zoro

synopsis: zoro's is pretty patient, isn't he?

content: smut

It was a contradiction only Zoro could embody so effortlessly—being patient and impatient all at once.

He hovered over you like a storm cloud, muscles drawn tight with restraint, as though every fiber of his body screamed to lose control. His jaw was clenched, his breath coming in warm, ragged bursts against your ear, and yet… he moved slow. So deliberate.

His grip on your thighs was possessive—firm, grounding—thumbs digging into your soft flesh to keep you spread wide for him as he pressed his chest to yours, caging you beneath him. The heat between your bodies was stifling, sweat beginning to bead along his neck and your sternum, slick and hot where skin met skin.

Then he pushed in—deep.

You gasped. The stretch of him was devastating. Your pussy opened around him with sinful ease, clenching down with desperate greed as inch after inch filled you. He was thick, pulsing, and impossibly hard, and it felt like your body could barely take him—yet refused to let him go. Your walls fluttered around his cock, suckling him deeper, wetness gushing so freely it slicked down to your ass, pooling beneath you in a hot mess of arousal.

And Zoro groaned.

A low, gravelly sound that vibrated from his chest to yours as he buried himself to the hilt. He stilled, forehead dropping to yours, eyes clenched shut, and you could feel him trembled against you . His entire body stuttered—shoulders tense, thighs flexing, his cock twitching deep inside your slick, pulsing pussy.

“Fuck…” he hissed, voice strained, ruined. “You’re so fuckin’ tight—so wet…”

You moaned, breath hitching as you tried to move, to roll your hips, to take him even deeper, but his grip on you tightened. “Zoro,” you gasped, nails biting into the muscle of his arms, “I can’t… I need more.”

His green eyes snapped open, pupil's blown dark with lust and unreadable. Without a word, he leaned back just enough for his hand to slide between your bodies, fingers trailing over your swollen, slick folds until they found your clit—engorged and aching. He rubbed slow, lazy circles at first, watching your face twist with pleasure as his thick cock throbbed deep inside you.

“Look at you,” he muttered, voice ragged, half-gone. “Creaming all over me… fuckin’ soaking my cock.”

You were. The mess was obscene.

Your pussy gushed around him with every tiny shift of his hips. Slick, creamy arousal coated his shaft and his thighs, spilling down to the sheets beneath you. Every inch of him came out shiny with it, only to be swallowed whole again the moment he thrust back in. You could hear it—smack, squelch, drip—the lewd music of your bodies meeting, of your cunt milking him like it never wanted to let go.

“Zoro—!” you gasped, body jolting as he pressed down harder on your clit, rougher now, rubbing tight, fast circles with his calloused thumb while his cock slowly dragged out… then slammed back in.

A breathy moan escapes your swollen lips, your back arching off the bed, thighs twitching in his grasp. Your pussy clamped down around him with brutal force, fluttering and squeezing, flooding him with even more slick. The sensation made him groan—deep and guttural—like the feel of your cunt spasming around him nearly undid him.

“You’re drivin’ me crazy…” he groaned, grinding into you, his hips grinding in slow, punishing circles that made you see stars. “You feel that? You’re fuckin’ dripping—you’re makin’ a mess of me.”

You were soaking him. His cock slid in with barely any resistance now, gliding effortlessly through your creamy slick, the wet sounds loud and unrelenting. Your arousal smeared across your inner thighs and his lower abdomen, sticky and hot, coating his fingers as he continued playing with your clit—rubbing, flicking, pressing—all while never stopping the slow, maddening thrusts of his hips causing your eyes to roll back.

And Zoro? Zoro was wrecked.

His forehead pressed to yours again, breath shaking against your lips as he tried to keep his pace steady. But the way you pulsed around him, the obscene slickness soaking his cock, the way your body bucked beneath his—he was barely hanging on.

“You feel that?” he growled against your mouth, voice dark and wrecked. “How wet you are for me?”

You whimpered, nodding, mouth falling open in a broken moan.

“Good,” he breathed. “Then take it.”

And then—he snapped. His hips slammed forward, hard and unforgiving. The rhythm turned savage, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room alongside your cries. His thumb never left your clit, rubbing fast, desperate circles as he fucked you into the mattress, each thrust drawing more slick, more moans, more of everything you didn’t know you were starving for.

You could barely think, barely breathe—your body consumed by him, your mind spiraling as the pleasure surged higher, hotter, wilder. Your thighs mindlessly hooked around him with a small stutter. And zoro fucked you like he had something to prove, like he needed to carve himself into your body so deeply you’d never forget the feel of him. His voice was low, broken, murmuring curses and half-spoken praise against your lips as he chased both of your ends.

And somewhere, tangled in the sheets, in the heat, in the mess of it all—your orgasm crested, overwhelming, blinding.

You shattered around him, body convulsing, thighs clamping around his waist, the loudest moan spilling from your lips as your pussy gushed around him in thick waves of cream. Zoro groaned—loud and feral—and buried himself to the base, his own release slamming into him like a freight train.

Your body trembled beneath him, flushed and limp, every nerve still singing in the aftermath of your release. Your chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths as Zoro hovered above you, his own form tight with the last tremors of orgasm.

He was still inside you—buried to the hilt, thick and pulsing—his breath ghosting over your mouth as he groaned through the final waves, hips twitching with each aftershock. His release was hot, thick, and so much. You could feel it flooding you, coating your insides in molten spurts until there was no space left to hold him.

When he finally stilled, he didn’t move right away. Just laid there, forehead resting against yours, arms trembling with the effort of not collapsing onto you completely.

“Shit…” he whispered, voice hoarse. “You feel that?”

You did.

The warmth of him spilling out of you, slow and heavy, slicking the inside of your thighs. His cock twitched one final time before he slowly, reluctantly, pulled out. The stretch of him leaving you was almost as intense as the stretch of him entering—your swollen pussy fluttering weakly around the absence, still clenching like it didn’t want to let him go.

The moment he slipped free, his cum followed in a slow, obscene rush—spilling out of your gaping pussy in thick, creamy streams. It clung to your folds, your inner thighs, sticky and warm and utterly messy. Your body twitched at the sensation, too sensitive, too overwhelmed, and yet it made your breath hitch in your throat.

Zoro watched it happen, eyes dark and half-lidded, expression wrecked and possessive.

“Fuck…” he muttered again, almost reverently. “Look at this mess.”

He dragged his hand down your thigh, slow and firm, before bringing it between your legs. Two fingers dipped into the mess—slick with both your arousal and his release—then he swiped them upward, catching the thick, white drip that threatened to spill further. His fingers were rough, hot, confident. You gasped softly when he pushed them back in—slow and deliberate—pressing his cum back into your sensitive, swollen pussy like he couldn’t stand to waste a drop.

“You’re not losing a fuckin’ thing,” he murmured, eyes fixed on the way you twitched around his fingers. “Gotta keep it all in.”

You whimpered, a weak protest caught in your throat, but your body betrayed you—hips giving the tiniest, involuntary roll against his hand. He chuckled low under his breath, the sound raspy and smug.

“You like that, huh?” he teased, fingertips pushing a little deeper, curling slightly just to feel the way your walls pulsed weakly around them. “Still so greedy… even after I’ve filled you up.”

You hid your face against his chest with a soft groan, and he smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead—gentle, grounding, the smallest hint of tenderness after such ferocity.

His fingers lingered a moment longer, pushing, curling, letting you feel the weight of his release inside you again before he finally pulled them free—slow and careful. He looked at the mess on them, slick and glistening, then brought them to your lips.

“Taste it,” he said softly, already brushing them against your mouth. “Taste what we made.”

You parted your lips without thinking, tongue flicking out to meet his fingers. The taste was heady, salty and sweet, and the moment your mouth closed around them, Zoro’s breath caught in his throat.

“Shit,” he muttered, voice low and wrecked again. “You’re gonna kill me.”

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𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 - 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

This is a quick little Valentine's Day fic for Zoro! Short and sweet (pun intended,) but I loved writing it. I have a few other things I'll be trying to post leading up to Valentine's Day, but at the very least I've managed to get this out. I may end up editing it after the fact as I usually do.

CW: SFW, strong language, alcohol, tsundere-ish Zoro, female reader

~2k words

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“I hate chocolate.” 

“Good. These aren't for you, anyway.”

Zoro grumbles under his breath as he follows you out of the little confectionery shop, begrudgingly holding a bag of various chocolates. He's never been a fan of sweets, not at all, not even a little. So when you dragged him inside on the one day you have off the ship, he was a little annoyed, to say the least. 

“What, so you bought this many for yourself?” He asks. His steps keep in time with yours as he walks beside you, careful not to lose you in the crowd.

“Nope. For the crew.” You explain, peeking into the bag you carry. “I thought it'd be nice to get everyone something since it's almost Valentine's Day.”

Shit. Zoro knew he was forgetting something. 

“Right. Valentine's Day.” Zoro mumbles, glancing down at the bag again. 

God, how could he forget? Everyone's been babbling about chocolates, roses, festivities, and the cook has certainly been the worst offender, asking every woman aboard if they'd be his Valentine. Somewhere between his training, their fights at sea, and taking naps with you, he lost track of time. His eyes remain locked on the bag of chocolates, and just as he's trying to push the strange blend of feelings from his mind, he feels you tugging on his arm. In his train of thought, he'd started veering off the opposite way. 

“Whoa, there. Ship's this way, Mossy.” You say in your goddamn adorably teasing tone. It makes him clench his jaw. 

“Yeah, I know. And don’t call me that.” Zoro responds curtly, bristling with annoyance. 

It just makes you laugh. 

“Whatever you say.”

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Zoro stares at you from across the deck, watching you hand chocolates to your crewmates. Luffy's confused at first, then overjoyed; Usopp’s awkward, then grateful; Franky's making his stupid poses; Nami's taking it off your tab; Robin's thanking you; Brook's asking to see your panties; Chopper's wiggling and grinning; Sanji's nose is bleeding; blah blah blah. All the same antics, the same lines, yet all Zoro is focused on is that look on your beautiful face as you give out your Valentine's chocolates. Your eyes light up with every ‘thank you,’ every hug, and all Zoro can do is think about how the hell he forgot about Valentine's Day. 

But it's too late now, isn't it? The ship has already left the port and he didn't buy any flowers or gifts. He sucks at making cards, expressing his feelings, baking cookies - basically, anything that could make a decent Valentine. Then there's the most troubling part of all. Is he even your Valentine? Does it even matter?

You've been dating each other for somewhere around two months now. That doesn't necessarily mean that you're Valentine's, though. Nothing was ever said, neither of you asked the other, and at this point, he's not even sure how to bring it up. It seems rather obvious to him that you'd be each other's Valentine's, but that's what makes it even more frustrating - what seems obvious to Zoro isn't always obvious to others. Sometimes he's exhausted being surrounded by so many idiots (though he refuses to admit that he’s one of them.)

But not you. You're the idiot he doesn't get tired of. But, god, why did it have to be chocolates? Valentine's Day has always seemed like some kind of worthless, annoying day where everyone just gives out candy and useless junk as an excuse to make out. Making out, Zoro can handle - sweets, not so much. But then there's you, who's all sugar and spice and everything nice. The antithesis of what he's supposed to like, but your attitude has proven irresistibly charming to the stoic swordsman. 

The way your smile beams across the ship could end wars, call ships away from danger, light up the moonless sky as it so often has when you've been on watch together. It's damn near impossible to deny how much he loves to see that look on your face, and even more irritating that currently he's not the one that put it there. So, chocolates. Zoro can't do that. But that smile? He'll maim, kill, and die for it. He reasons that maybe there's a simpler way. 

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You're a little skeptical when your boyfriend asks you to come up to the crow’s nest in the middle of the night. Hell, neither of you is assigned watch and it's well past your usual hours for training. Usually, this late at night, Zoro's fast asleep in his hammock if he's not tucked into your bed with you. So, what gives?

“Just shut up and trust me.” He chides, his tone slightly irritated but mostly playful. Well, that's Zoro.

As you follow him out onto the deck, the cool night air hits the exposed skin from your pajamas. The stars are beautiful, glittering above in a way that's almost distracting, but you don't linger your gaze on them for too long. Instead, you stay closely behind Zoro, your arms crossed over your chest long enough to keep some semblance of warmth. The journey up the crow’s nest is longer than you'd like given the temperature and your sleepy mind, but you swear you can almost smell something weird wafting down from the open door hatch. 

It's not only until you peek inside that you recognize the scent of lavender, and through the candlelight, you recognize a large blanket, several pillows, a bottle of sake, and some kind of food on a few plates. As you're trying to register what you're looking at, Zoro pulls your hand gently to assist you up the rest of the way. 

“What is this?” You ask, and the way your lips curl into a smile makes Zoro's heart stutter. 

He lets go of your hand, walking across the planks of the crow’s nest to his makeshift picnic. It’s a romantic setup that took him all evening, and he can recall the several conversations he had with himself to try to figure out something to throw together. He’s a little satisfied with himself - smug, even - but he maintains his usual demeanor for now. Zoro doesn’t want to get ahead of himself, after all.

“Well, what does it look like?” Zoro responds in his classic, gruff tone. “Made you a picnic. Since it's Valentine's Day and all that.”

Your eyes glance around the candles, and while the setup is fairly simple, you can't deny the wonder you feel at the sight. Never once had you expected anything like this from Zoro. Quite truthfully, you thought he would have forgotten or written off the whole thing as stupid. Taking a few careful steps, your gaze finally glances back up at him. 

“Where did you…I mean, food and candles? I really didn't…”

Zoro hums, and his lips finally quirk up into a cocky smile for a moment. He couldn’t keep that smug feeling aside for long, especially when your eyes light up the way they do.

“Candles are from Robin, and I owe Nami for tricking the cook into getting us some snacks.” He responds before his eye flicks back up to yours. “You like it?”

“Like it? This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.” You grin, and you move to close the space between you two. It makes Zoro's heart stutter yet again. 

“Really? Is the bar that low?” Zoro replies with an amused huff. “Didn't think it was all that impressive. I pulled it together sorta last minute when I realized Valentine's Day meant so much to you.”

“It doesn’t.” You respond quickly, and you let out a laugh at Zoro’s shocked expression. So, you elaborate. “I mean, I like Valentine’s Day because it’s an excuse to express how much people mean to me. But the holiday itself doesn’t make or break anything. I wasn’t expecting you to actually care about it, which is why I never said anything.”

Zoro seems contemplative for a moment, his eye trailing carefully over to the makeshift picnic. He lets out a huff, one hand resting casually on his sword, the other against his thigh. 

“Of course I don’t care about Valentine’s Day.” He says, almost snapping. Guess you struck a nerve. “It’s a stupid holiday designed for people like that love cook to hit on women. I didn’t even know it was Valentine’s Day ‘till you bought all that candy.”

Despite his harsh tone, you can’t help but smile a bit wider at his response. He seems irritated, and likely just because he was in his own head about it. And god, that smile you give him…

“But I care about you, moron. That’s why I threw this together.”

Zoro sits down on one of the blankets, patting a pillow next to him for you to join. You don’t hesitate, and as you sit down you watch as Zoro grabs the bottle of sake and pulls the cork out with his teeth. He spits it aside, taking a long swig of it. If the candles weren’t so dim, you might have been able to notice the way the tips of his ears light up red. 

“I already told you that this is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me. You don’t have to feel weird about doing it just because I wasn’t expecting it.” You finally speak up, a hand moving to rest on his forearm. “Seriously, I appreciate this. It’s honestly really…sweet.”

Zoro takes his free hand holding the bottle of sake, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand with a sigh. He’s definitely embarrassed, but that sweet tone of yours makes something in his chest feel lighter. 

“Yeah, well…I don’t normally do sweet. You know that.” Zoro says, setting the bottle of sake down between the both of you. And he knows that you know that - hell, you probably know him better than most people. “Just felt like now that we’re dating, I wanted to see you…have a good Valentine’s Day.”

“For someone who claims to hate sweet, you’re very good at it. Thank you, Zoro.” You reply, leaning against him just a little bit. The skin-to-skin contact makes Zoro heat up a bit, and when you lean in closer, you can’t contain the small giggle that leaves you. “But I feel like I should let you know that Valentine’s Day isn’t for another few days.”

Zoro’s expression drops once again, and that stupid annoying feeling of irritation fills him. His head snaps in your direction, and he visibly bristles. It makes you laugh.

“Dammit! Why the hell were you giving everyone chocolates so early then, woman?” 

“Because I didn’t want them to go bad! Plus, I’m horrible with surprises. I get too impatient.” You laugh again, and that laugh somehow both irritates and soothes Zoro. He’ll never understand the effect you have on him.

Grumbling, he grabs the bottle of sake again. Before he can bring it to his lips, though, your hand moves up to his chin, gently pulling it so that he looks right at you. With a grin, you lean forward and press your lips tenderly against his. That irritation in him is gone, and his eye slowly shuts as he feels you both melt into the kiss. Goddamn, Zoro hates sweets, but the taste of your lips against his is addicting. His chest aches when the kiss breaks, but your lips linger against one another.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You murmur.

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This is so fun, I love it! Silly concept but executed so well, and I love this version of Sanji, he’s sweet but not saccharine 🥰

You’re a Yapper | One Piece HC

As a fellow yapper, this felt necessary. Ive been thinking about expanding this to include a few additional characters, but for now, here's what I've got!

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kidd

Tags: GN!Reader, no specific relationship mention, could be prerelationship

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LUFFY

Luffy didn’t even really notice it at first. Honestly, he’s a bit of a yapper himself.

If you get excited and start yapping about something, he’ll match you almost every step of the way.

It’s the passion in your voice that really gets him.

When he starts to really realize how yappy you are, though, is when it’s topics that don’t interest him.

He’ll still listen. Well, mostly. Kind of. Not really. This is Luffy we’re talking about.

But you’ll just keep droning on and on and on.

Luffy will just stand there, picking his nose, unsure of what’s even happening right now.

One time, he just outright laughed.

”You’re funny. Why do ya talk so much, anyway?”

You’re floored. Face, beat red. Eyes, wide. Before you can open your mouth to say anything else, he grins at you.

”It’s fine, let’s just talk about somethin’ else!”

You didn't even have time to be mad. Because, right away, a boisterous laugh left Luffy at the expression on your face.

From that point on, you took any of those comments in stride and made sure to talk about things that excited Luffy, too.

And for Luffy’s part? He’s content to just tease you and watch the way your face scrunches. For totally platonic reasons, of course.

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ZORO

At first, Zoro didn't know what to think about it.

He’s used to people just talking to him. He swears he doesn’t have one of those faces - he’s made himself relatively unapproachable.

When you’re stoic and quiet like he is, though, people just seem to talk to you.

Luffy, Nami, Usopp - the whole ship is full of yappers.

And it's not like he really minds it. Sometimes it's interesting, and when he's in the mood for it, he has a good time engaging or making jokes.

It’s when he notices how you just don’t stop that he realizes this might be a problem.

He doesn’t always hate it. Quite honestly, he’ll easily fall asleep to it, and you don’t seem to mind.

It’s just sometimes when he’s already feeling exhausted from a workout that it can be a bit…grating.

”You just don’t shut up, do you?”

You were babbling about something - some kind of story, Zoro wasn't paying attention. He was trying to take a nap on the deck when you had just started, so the words slipped out of him faster than he meant.

That shut you right up, leaving Zoro feeling way more guilty than he anticipated it would.

He was expecting some sort of snappy comment, some sort of argument, which wouldn’t be completely unexpected of you. But you just went silent. And walked away.

Yeah, he was regretting it almost immediately.

Why would it matter, though? He’d get what he wanted - some peace and quiet, a chance to finally take a real nap on the deck again without any interruptions. No more training sessions interrupted with constant blabbering. Being left alone to his saké while the rest of the crew yapped and he could listen in.

But he found himself missing the way you’d sit next to him and how excited your voice would sound the few times he’d actually listen. He missed the way your eyes lit up when he’d give you a small nod of acknowledgment, and the way you beamed in delight whenever he’d follow it up with a hum or a question.

He eventually, very reluctantly, apologized.

“Yeah, you still talk too much, but it’s fine. Kinda missed hearing it.”

The moment you forgave him for snapping on you, he was more relieved than he thought he’d be to hear you rambling to him again.

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SANJI

Sanji was floored when you first started rambling to him. One - because you chose to rant to him. Two - because you just talk so much.

It wasn’t an issue. Not at all. In fact, it helped break up the day when he’d be busy around the kitchen.

He’d love if you just sat in a chair peeling potatoes while talking to him all day long. About anything and everything, really.

The sound of your voice is like a chime to him, as pretty as you are, and he’s happy to be given the privilege to listen to it.

He’s happy to engage. He’ll ask questions, add comments of his own.

Even if he wasn’t already completely enamored with your presence, he had already decided that having you here talking about whatever inane crap came to your head was better than him being alone.

He smokes a cigarette, taking small breaks to lean against the counter and just listen to you. Honestly, sometimes in amazement. It was impressive how long you could talk.

One time, after a particularly long rant about how stupid one character of a book you were reading was, you offered him an apology for going on a rant.

“Sorry for talking so much, just had to get that out.” You said, and Sanji immediately shook his head and laughed.

”Are you kidding? I could listen to you talk all day, gorgeous.”

It was such an easy answer for Sanji, and after that, it stuck with you every time you decided to waltz into his kitchen for another yap session.

He'd always have your favorite drink and snack at the ready!

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LAW

When you first joined the crew, Law wasn’t worried about everyone getting along with you.

You seemed friendly enough. Chatty, maybe, but that just meant you’d fit right in with everyone else on the sub. Their personalities were far more vibrant than Law considered his own to be, and that’s how he preferred it.

It’s in the few first times that he was cornered by you that he fully realized just how relentlessly chatty you were. And you had selected him to be your regular target.

You were rambling. Ranting. Droning on and on about something that he was listening to and absorbing, but wasn’t necessarily interested in.

He replied politely, though, for the most part. Nodding, humming, giving small comments occasionally. He didn’t have a reason not to, and he was in a good enough mood.

For a while, he was okay with being mostly quiet just to let you get it out of your system.

It was only the fourth or fifth time that you were yapping to him over dinner that he finally interrupted.

“You always talk this much?”

He really didn’t mean it as an insult. Granted, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about having you talk his ear off while he’s eating, but he wasn’t necessarily bothered by it. It was just…regular annoying.

Yes, he’s ranked how annoying something is on a scale before. It helps him when dealing with people.

When he realized he messed up, he didn’t really know how to recover it from there.

You’d still talk, of course, but you stopped cornering him. You droned on to Bepo or Ikkaku instead. For some reason, that didn't sit right with the surgeon.

So, the next time you were alone together, he just kind of started talking to you. About something random he remembered you talking about. He still didn’t fully get it.

That started you up again, and if you weren’t so busy gesticulating with your hands and explaining whatever the hell you were explaining, you might have been able to see him smirk.

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KIDD

The Victoria Punk was no stranger to loud, booming voices. It goes without saying that some of the most boastful remarks came from the Captain himself.

When you joined the crew, it seemed nearly seamless. Some growing pains here and there, but overall, you'd proven to be a strong and capable crewmate.

The only thing, Kidd learned, is that you never shut the fuck up.

Whether it was excitedly recalling a battle you'd been a part of, showing off your weapons or abilities, or even just talking about the damn news.

You always had input, and it had slowly begun to grate on the Captain's nerves.

It was during one particular day at port where you were rambling about - oh, who knows? It was incessant. And Kidd was wanting to address the crew.

“Would you shut the hell up?”

He noticed the way you bristled, your face scrunched, but you said…nothing.

Thank god, you finally seemed to stop.

But you didn't start back up. At all.

This went on for a few days, and somehow the silence was as annoying for Kidd as the talking. Maybe even more.

Where the hell did that sweet voice go? The nonstop chatter about the new island or the mission? The bragging about how you'd taken down a Marine, something he noticed and nearly pointed out himself?

He cornered you on the deck the morning before you set sail, finally having had enough. Again.

“The silent treatment, you damn brat? You'd better start being a chatterbox again before I kick your ass.”

Yeah, you rub it in his face from that day on.

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Can i ask for a request for Madara? He started to neglect his s/o a lot and started to ignore her (because of his responsibilities as a clan leader or something) . And eventually the s/o will confront him about his behavior towards her. How will he react? How will he apologize? How will he make up to her?

Just a warning, my beautiful pips... If you keep asking me for these things, especially with Madara, I swear…

I'm going to get Izuna in the middle, stealing his brother's unhappy wife and fucking her brains out like any good Uchiha would.

Madara has never been good at balance.

He doesn’t know moderation, doesn’t know how to give himself to something without being consumed by it.

And lately, the weight of his responsibilities has been heavier than ever—clan disputes, politics, war looming on the horizon.

His mind is always elsewhere, his body present but distant, his attention stretched so thin that he hardly notices what he’s neglecting.

Until she finally confronts him.

It happens in the privacy of their home, when she stands in his way instead of letting him pass, when she refuses to let this continue in silence.

-You don’t even look at me anymore.- The words are quiet, but there’s something raw in them, something that makes him stop mid-step.

Madara exhales slowly.

He doesn’t like being questioned, doesn’t like being called out—but she isn’t just anyone.

She’s his.

And that realization, the way she stands there with her arms crossed, the way her eyes search his for something she’s been missing—it unsettles him.

He doesn’t know what to say.

Because she’s right.

He has neglected her.

He has ignored her.

Not out of cruelty, not because he doesn’t care, but because he let himself forget.

Forgot that just because she’s strong, just because she never complains, just because she’s always there, doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel the cold space he’s put between them.

-You have time for everything else, but not for me.

And that—that hurts.

It’s not anger in her voice.

It’s disappointment. A quiet ache.

A wound that he caused, not with sharp words or reckless decisions, but with absence.

Madara has never been the kind of man to grovel, but when he steps closer, his hands come to her waist, hesitant at first, then firm. His forehead finds hers, breath warm against her lips, the weight of his presence suddenly overwhelming. Heavy. Real.

-Hm...- He admits it in a murmur, because there’s no use denying it. Not when she’s already seen through him. -I know.-

It’s not enough.

He knows it isn’t.

Words mean little when she’s spent weeks, months, feeling like she doesn’t exist to him.

So he shows her.

That night, he doesn’t leave.

He doesn’t sit at his desk, buried in scrolls and reports.

Instead, he sits beside her.

Runs his fingers over the curve of her hand, over the inside of her wrist, like memorizing her all over again.

He listens.

Not just to the things she says, but to everything he’s missed—the emotions she’s kept bottled, the loneliness she refused to voice.

And then he makes up for it.

Thoroughly.

It starts with small things.

Brushing his knuckles along her cheek in passing, fingers curling at her nape when he greets her, pulling her closer at night instead of turning away.

Staying when he normally would have left.

Prioritizing her.

Because the truth is, Madara loves deeply.

And when he loves, he loves entirely.

He just needs to be reminded that love isn’t only about devotion in the grand, burning sense—it’s about presence.

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I need someone to explain to me WHY y/n picks outfits like we are playing EPISODE and RAN OUT OF GEMS!?!!?

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The switch up of power dynamic for these men is so well handled, I love this. The feeling that Ace was about to risk it all and dive in anyway is so his vibe

Saw requests were open so I gotta ask: How do you think Doffy, Crocodile, and Ace would react to reader teasing them all day long by lounging around in a scandalous bikini. But when they finally go to grab her she laughs and jumps into the water saying "Oh too bad you can't join me!" before pulling off her suit and throwing it at them, knowing full well they can't go into the water without it effecting their devil fruit :) So they're stuck watching only lol (girlie pop is in trouble once she eventually has to get out PFT)

Hey! Thank you for sending this in. It was fun thinking about these men getting super flustered 🤭 I hope you like it 💜💜

You were such a tease. Flaunting your body in a skimpy bikini was like dangling meat in front of a starving lion. Oh how they couldn’t wait till you got out of that water.

CW: very suggestive, fem!reader, no explicit language but heavily implied, established relationship, teasing, heavy pining

Teasing them just to get a rise (Doffy, Crocodile, Ace)

Doffy: The warmth of the summer day kissed your body, which was scarcely covered by a bikini that complimented your curves and skin tone perfectly. You were sitting in the shade by the pool, sipping on the drink that’d been prepared for you. Trailing one of your legs against the other, you could feel his gaze intensifying. Your foot teased your skin, leaving a few goosebumps in its wake. That slight chill when contrasting with the heat made effects on your chest appear even more seductive.

Leaned back on the sofa, legs spread and arms slumped over the back rest was a man whose presence could be sensed wherever he was. Without even looking at him, you knew exactly how he was feeling—hungry. Those sunglasses may hide his eyes but left nothing to the imagination when the emotion began dancing on his complexion. A smirk that was turning into a wide grin, he could see your little scheme to rile him up coming from a mile away. However, he enjoyed the game and entertained it willingly. He would let you have your fun because you both knew who called the shots.

Never taking his eyes off of you, he smirked at how quickly you’d grown accustomed to this lifestyle: watching you call over the servant to adjust the umbrella, then basking under the sun. You were always glowing, beaming with beauty, but seeing the rays of the sun highlighting your body was the cherry on top.

You were testing him and he could feel his self-control slipping. The way you positioned yourself gave him a full view of your most mouth-watering features. Such a tease, little vixen, he’d bring an entire nation to its knees without hesitation if you so desired. Soft rises and falls of your chest was making him more and more restless. His hand moved to his inner thigh as he tilted his head to get a better look at you. Imagination running wild and free, his hand caressed that stirring feeling.

Getting up suddenly, he made his way over to you quickly. Throwing himself back on the pool chair next to you, he kept his legs spread on either side of it. The view was just as alluring from there: the slight view down that bikini, the thin material not leaving any curve in your most private areas gone unnoticed.

“Is there something you’d like to say?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

He chuckled at your confidence and leaned forward. Positioning himself on the side of the pool chair, he reached out, ghosting your body. “Not so much say as much as I want to take.”

You pulled your legs up and over the opposite side of him, letting your teasing smile settle on him. “You’re always so quick to snatch what you want. So impatient.” You wagged your finger teasingly before getting up to go to the water. “Patience is a virtue as they say,” you added before easing yourself down the stairs.

The light danced on the water and illuminated on you, adding to each feature he adored. Your eyes were locked on his. The gentle bounce of your chest from the rippling water coaxed a groan from him. Undoing the back of your top, you tossed it at him and leaned back in the pool. Your chest was caressed by the slightly chilly water. You hummed in the satisfaction of knowing how much of a hold you had on him. He could think that he was the one calling the shots, but he was the one bending over backwards to please you.

“Such a nice day. We should make the most of it, don’t you think?” You lifted your leg, practically pulling him into a strangle hold.

You could practically hear him licking his lips. “Oh, I sure do.” 

Crocodile: Lounging in the sun room, you enjoyed the warmth of the summer day on your skin. He’d passed by the room a few times in between meetings and couldn’t hold back his lingering gaze. Each dip of your curves was a wonderland for him to explore. While you laid on your stomach and read your book, you kicked your feet up and gently rubbed them together. Deep within your own world, yet aware of the contemplating man standing in the doorway.

Another meeting nipping at his heels was what pulled him away from reaching out to touch you. The long, tiring remarks of those incapable of following through with his orders kept him from pulling at the bikini strings that barely covered your most intimate parts. With a huff of irritation, he hurried off to the meeting room in hopes of getting it over with as quickly as possible.

A coy smile teased your lips at the sound of his heavy footsteps echoing down through the halls. You couldn’t help dangling yourself in front of him, stringing him along until he was ultimately a drooling mess. That was how you wanted it and you knew he craved it too—to be so consumed by his own lust. You could hear the meeting coming to a close, so you moved out by the pool, fully expecting him to come looking for you.

The sound of the glass door sliding open behind you made you smirk but wasn’t enough to call your full attention. Flipping the page, you sighed in contentment. “How were your meetings?”

“I’m sure you can guess,” he humphed.

Subtly, you arched your back, purposefully drawing more attention to your bikini bottoms. “At least now you can unwind.”

He chuckled while moving towards you. His advancements made you sit up. You looked over your shoulder, letting your eyes bat at him. Your smirk was all too telling. When you noticed him itching to reach out to touch you, you giggled playfully and went over to the water. You dipped your foot in, swirling it with the tips of your toes as you kept your eyes on him. That look of dark desire building within him only made you want to push further, fully aware that the pay-off would make it worth the risk.

“It’s too bad you’ll have to wait.” When he cocked an eyebrow at you, that lit the playful spark in you. Diving into the pool, you came up with drenched hair that accentuated your feminine features. The glistening water in the sun reflected upon you, making you appear as a goddess, forbidden fruit.

He sat down on the pool chair and rolled his tongue against his cigar absentmindedly. “Is this your way of telling me how you want the evening to play out?”

“The day’s still early, so why wait until the evening?” You allowed each word to hang off your lips as you pulled off your top and tossed it to the side.

A puff of smoke dispersed around him. “That can be arranged.”

Ace: A day by the waterfall after having spent what seemed like ages on the ship was long overdue. Your brand new bikini was something you’d been dying to wear. Coming out from behind the rocks, you caught Ace’s eye immediately. The shock of seeing you in scandalous clothing left him in a state of awe.

You giggled at him, feeling your cheeks being bitten by the heat rising within you. “You act like you’ve never seen me before.”

“Well, I haven’t seen you like this.” He smiled as you came over to lay next to him. The jungle canopy overhead still granted the sun’s rays to come through. They shined on you more than any other spot in the area, presenting you as a beauty beyond mortal comprehension. “This is nice, isn’t it?” You sighed peacefully.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” he murmured, not able to keep his thoughts straight. Each attempt to keep his eyes off of you was in vain. You looked so relaxed lying there with the sounds of water pouring from up top the mountain.

“It’s okay to look at me,” you laughed. You caught him in a furious blush when taking a peak at him. “We’re dating. It’s fine.”

“I know but it’s not like we can actually do anything about it out here in the open.” He looked around at hearing the voices of the others nearby.

You hummed in understanding, “Perhaps.” You leaned up and placed your chin on his shoulder, “Or maybe you’re just chicken?” The teasing name calling made the tips of his ears burn red. He turned to protest, but his words failed him when your flirtatious smile beamed back at him. 

You got up to go over to the edge of the water. Your fingers ran under the lining of your bottoms, smoothing out the wrinkles on your suit, so that the fabric hugged you the way it was meant to. “A little risk makes everything more fun.” A dreamy voice wrapped around each word. 

The untying of your top got the exact reaction you wanted out of him. A soft gasp escaped him when you let it drop to the jungle floor. Keeping your back to him, you carefully walked along the flat rocks towards the waterfall. He couldn’t help himself; he came after you, having already taken off his shoes and shorts. In nothing but his boxers, he was coming up to your side.

Turning towards him, you welcomed that eager look upon his face. He stepped forward and was met with your fiery passion. A deep kiss paired with wandering hands set the both of you ablaze with fervor. You ran your hands down his chest and then swiftly untied your bottoms. Just before giving the chance to grab a handful of you, you stepped away from him. You smirked at him as his eyes roamed over exposed form. Then, you fell back into the crystal blue water.

The pure color didn’t hide any inch of you to him, only making him more pained at the sight of you—-not being able to dive in after you to fully embrace you. “You know how crazy you make me…”

“I do but I also know how much you love it,” you giggled before drifting over to the shallow end.

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I'm gonna say something controversial.

Can I please, very much, write about getting hard and viscious backshots from pirates in peace, please? Just a good dicking down? A good face sitting? Edging, pleading, growling, moaning, please? Just a good hard fucking?

Hearing their little edge in their throat, hitching and whining the closer they get? Having that nerve to hold you close: bite, scratch, gnaw and grip to hold you close while reaching ecstasy? Pumping you and your body full of their viscous splashback while muffling praise to your name in the crook of your neck? Calling your name in little whines while they come down from their high, begging you that you met your own while they did? Oh, you didn't? Them servicing you with their lips, hands, bodies and tongue until you're far too overspent to form any cohesive thought?

All I need is a little bit of peace to get that good, hard, dicking down by the pirates we all know and love. Just a little bit of peace.

Love you guys. You're beautiful. Thank you for reading.