Roronoa Zoro X Y/n - Blog Posts
Sub-Tastic? |Master-List|
Zoro, Law, Sanji, Usopp, Luffy x !Fem!Reader, fluff, smut, crack, NSFW, SFW, dacryphillia, fingering, riding, possessiveness
Summary: Headcannons with a loud, chaotic, and mouthy s/o who’s submissive in the bedroom. Plus PDA headcannon’s.
A/N: This is my first time delving into NSFW, so it’s gonna look a bit scratchy. And i’m not completely there with writing it yet, so I’ll be sticking to these type of head-cannons for now.
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Trafalgar Law:
• Law would 100% love it.
• He has a dominant undertone, and a sub-like dynamic would work well with his possessiveness.
• At first, he’s used to your chaotic nature. Though, when things take an intimate turn, and you get vulnerable and quiet—he thinks you’re scared. He thinks you’re timid, so he doesn’t push, and he backs off. But, as soon as Law finds out you liked getting like that? OOH—prepare yourself.
• He’s quick to test out how far you’d go.
• Law’s into a little teasing here and there, but not much. Maybe a flicker of degrading, but he wouldn’t go down that route unless you wanted to.
“What happened to acting tough, huh? Where’d that strong girl go?”
“Oh, so you can be such a pain in my ass, but here you are getting all soft? Real adorable, ____.”
• If you ever got quiet or flustered, attempting to hide, it’s not happening. This man wants to see ALL of you, even the flustered bits.
“Don’t hide from me, I wanna see you.”
“Look at me.”
• Later in the relationship, he’d be much more commanding, but that’s only after he adjusts to this new you. He doesn’t hate it, he loves it, he just hates overstepping boundaries and moving too fast.
“Take it off.”
“Turn over.”
“Knees.”
• He could definitely be a lot at times—but wouldn’t we love that.
• Law’s a secluded and protective person, so he doesn’t necessarily care for PDA. You’d have to be the one to initiate it, even if it’s just a held assurance or hug.
• Law would blush, momentarily freezing before tilting his hat to cover his face.
“You’re so clingy . . .”
• His favorite position would have to do with facing you in his room, or in his bed. That possessiveness kicks in, and he wants to be the ONLY one who sees you like that. Much less hear.
• Dacryphillia is his guilty pleasure, it gives him an ego boost he’ll never admit to.
• You’re definitely having a safe word.
• Law initiates intimacy when it’s right, he doesn’t do it out of causality, but pure need. After a fight, or argument, his hands would linger, longer.
• However, if there was a time at dinner where YOU, were the one to initiate it? Sending him a look? He might just perish. He’d choke on his water and excuse himself, making sure to excuse you too.
• There’d be a lot of overstimulation that night.
• Law would play it off, but you getting worked up works him up. He has a hard-time letting go when you’re horny.
• A position that would put him in a choke-hold, would be riding. He’d push up into you, feeling you lean on him, and—gods, this man would have a hard time keeping his hands off you.
• In general, Law loves pinning your hands over your head, and you get bonus points if you squirm.
“Fuck, keep still—I can’t,”
• His pace would stutter, and you getting handsier makes him weak.
• Law loves marking you up. It’d be in more discreet places, but the next morning you’d be questioning how hungry he was.
• Hickeys would be placed along the inner of your thighs, hips, stomach—breasts, anywhere that is hidden underneath your clothes.
• He’d be snarky about it too. If you’re annoying him, or teasing him, he’d prod a certain spot marking your reaction.
“What? Don’t look at me like that. You asked for it.”
Roronoa Zoro:
• Zoro would 100% fw it.
• He is dominant, with at times a cocky attitude—so he’d be a good match. The swordsman isn’t experienced, but he’s quick to learn when it comes to making you feel good.
• Zoro might not understand it at first, he’d call you shy, maybe tease you for it, but once he realized you like having that dynamic? Yeah, no, you’re in for it more than you are Law.
“You like that? Being told what to do?”
“Say it again.”
• The crowsnest is your new favorite place.
• He’s definitely rough with you, especially when it comes to walls. But, at times he can be sweet and gentle. He’s a softie at heart, but that doesn’t mean he won’t push you around.
• Zoro’s favorite position is riding or doing it against something. Either way, he’s just going at it.
“Move your hand.”
“You can take more.”
“Come on baby, you got it.” / “Let me hear you.”
• If you got all whiny? Yeahh, he’s a happy man. To him, it just means you like it, so he’s gonna make you like that a LOT.
• Teasing? He loves it. Zoro likes watching your face get red, and he isn’t ashamed when he does. A soft smirk, with a whisper in your ear would do it. Especially at dinner—or lunch-time, somewhere where he KNOWS he can get you good.
“You’re lucky I like you like that. All quiet and sweet for me.”
“Worried they heard you? Yeah, you were pretty loud.”
• He’d be such a little shit abt it, and worst case was you could never get him back.
• Manhandling. Zoro is just constantly doing it. Grabbing you, pulling you out of the way, dragging you off somewhere, it’s a causal thing between you. Especially in the bedroom.
• Normally, Zoro would be the one to initiate sex, but if there was ever a time it was the other way around? It’d take a moment to recover.
• He’d blush, pause, before smirking and getting in your space. Yeah, you would NOT be in control for long.
“Acting all tough, huh? You won’t even last a few minutes.”
“Don’t run from me, you started this.”
• PDA with Zoro isn’t often. He’s not against it or anything, it just really messes with him. It’s the only time you can get him back for something, because he’ll blush—and try to ignore you, but fail.
• However, if someone’s looking at you? There’s an arm around your waist at all times. Even a begrudging hand-hold every now and then.
• Intimacy with Zoro is sweet, sensual, and deep. He’s the only one who ever sees you like that—and he wants to keep it that way.
• You’re Zoro’s soft spot, and he’s very protective, especially if he’s seen you so wrecked . . . So, at times, it reminds him you’re not the loud rambunctious person you convince yourself to be.
• It triggers something instinctual with the way he acts, and he can’t help it. You’re his, and that’s all there is to it.
“Don’t get all sappy on me now . . . Ugh, fine. Just come here.”
Sanji:
• The cook’s folding first.
• He’s a definite switch, not overly experienced, but he knows what he’s doing.
• Sanji is naturally attentive to begin with, so he picks up on things fast. He he loves to shower you with compliments, and he likes to pick at you, so it wasn’t hard to figure out.
• He LOVES your noises, and he’ll do anything for you to make them.
“Oh, cherie, please don’t hide that from me.”
“Do that again, please.”
“Do you know what you do to me?”
• Sanji is talking you through it the long way, and he’s not stopping till you’re spent. He needs every sound, everything word—just everything.
“You’re too sweet. I’m gonna ruin you.”
• If you ever said his name all whiny and whimpery, he might just pass out. Immediate nosebleed, immediate sit down, it takes him a second to recover.
“Say it again—mom cœur—please, say it again.”
• His fav position is smth like mating press, or just a casual lift to the leg while he looks down at you.
• Sanji loves watching, even when your embarrassed or overwhelmed. Anything is everything to him.
• The cook’s a hand holder, especially over your head or beside it. It’s comforting for him, and it has a lot to do with his gentle charisma. His hands would be running all over you; needing, massaging, holding, as it’s a reminder you’re here, and he isn’t dreaming. Pervertedly anyway.
“You’re so soft, love.”
“So pretty.”
“You’re so tight, baby.”
• And if you ever begged him? He’s losing it to that too. He whimpers, and in that scenario—he’s leaning into the crook of your neck mumbling something intelligible.
“Mmh, love you so so much.”
“You’re too good for me love, don’t beg. I’ll give you anything you want.”
• Sanji’s down for more sensual sex, so I don’t see him doing a quickie or anything rough. He’s very careful with you, and he’s adamant of showering you with love, so something like that isn’t the way for him to do it. (Sorry, I can’t see Sanji ever being rough with a woman, I mean look at him. He’s a lovable loser.)
• You might be able to sneak some time into the kitchen, or in your room (that’s if you have one), but regardless, to him: all that matters is you. So wherever there’s privacy, there’s an optional spot.
• Overall, Sanji’s pathetic for his s/o, so anything you’d ask of him—he’d do.
• This man has hearts in his eyes whenever he looks at you. “Can I get you anything my sweet?”
Usopp:
• Despite Usopp’s shyness and inexperience, he’d love it. Maybe even more than Sanji.
• He’s not possessive like Law, or rough like Zoro, but he is obsessed. Not in a yandere way, just in an innocent and sweet one. He just loves the thought of him making you like that, and he just can’t get enough of it.
• Usopp is not very dominant himself, but if you were ever submissive enough to that point, he’d become an accidental dom. He’d do a lot of things he wouldn’t even realize he’s doing, like man-handling and pushing you down, and still asking if you’re okay.
• Like, where’d that pushover behavior go??
• Usopp doesn’t know what he’s doing, imma be real. He’s a total virgin, and you might need to guide him. But once he finds your spots, yeahh he’s not ever forgetting them.
“You okay? Good, yeah—that’s good, I got you.”
“You sound so pretty.”
• Most things are your ideas and preferences. He runs on your schedule, and has a constant fear of pressuring you. He knows you’re a bit quiet and subtle—and he’s exactly the same.
• Though, when he wants to do something, it’s clear but hinted. He stares, a lot. Without even realizing, and it’s kinda pathetic.
• He definitely zones out. But, who doesn’t love a pathetic smitten, sniper. A win is a win.
“Huh? What are you talking about! I’m not looking at you—I’m uh, looking at the uh—floor! Yeah, counting grooves, yeah, that’s it. Grooves—oh look over there! Haha—anyways!”
• Usopp doesn’t really tease, if anything he freaks out. Mostly on the inside, but sometimes on the outside. Like if you’d melted, or grabbed a sensitive spot when you’re cuddling? Pfft—yeah he’s a blushing mess.
• Even during sex.
• Usopp’s incredibly gentle and tender, even if you want it rough. He’s hesitant, but it’s not because he doesn’t want to do anything with you, it’s just because he’s scared of doing something wrong.
• But if you were whimpery? That might just fix that. It gives him an ego boost, much like Law, but it’s also comforting because he knows what he’s doing is making you feel good.
• He’d get all mushy, and upfront, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer while he works his fingers. Speaking of, that’s one of his favorite things to do, he loves how you feel.
• He loves holding your waist, especially rubbing along your sides where he can see your breasts and face.
• When Usopp gets flustered, it’s by the simplest of things. If you were to causally lean against him? Holding his hand? Immediate blush. Or if you say something unriconically sweet, he’s overloadfully timid.
“Ugh, ___, you’re too good to me. Why are you . . . so sweet?”
“You can’t just say stuff like that!”
“Don’t make that noise—you’re so weird!”
• He’s lying, he loves it. He just doesn’t know how to deal with it. The sniper would never get sick of it.
• Usopp is chill with PDA, he’s touchy touchy believe it or not, even if he’s self-conscious when you do it. A gentle hand would hold yours, or a comforting arm would rest on your shoulders as you walk through public.
• Usopp casually calls you his, he loves showing you off. Not in a trophy-like way, but in a way he’s proud of who he’s with.
“My ____? She’s great! She’s like—really sweet, loud sometimes, but she’s the best!”
“You’re no match for my girlfriend! She’d kick your ass in an instant!”
• He’s speaks very highly of you.
Luffy:
• Wouldn’t expect it from you, but his reaction would be very Luffy. It’d be causal, blunt, sweet—chaotic—you name it, he’s liking it either way.
“Why are you so quiet? Do you . . . oh.”
• It’d definitely be a good match with him.
• Luffy wouldn’t be necessarily rough, I mean, if you asked he’d be like: “I can do that!” and there you go, but he’s a possessive switch. Regardless, he loves making you feel good no matter the dynamics.
• Your captain’s a sucker for your pathetic reactions, and he’s not afraid to manhandle you.
• Luffy doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s gonna act like he is, but he’s inexperienced. You have a lot of questionable and confused moments, though they end up sweet and dorky in the end.
• He’s just a bunch of rubber you’ll love anyways—so it doesn’t really matter. But he does know the gist of intimacy, he’s not completely stupid. Most of the time anyways.
• I don’t see him making any moves at FIRST, but when it happens—it just does. It’s like his sleep schedule, whenever he’s sleepy—he’ll sleep. But, whenever he’s horny, he just is.
• When he’s in the mood, he’s much more touchy, and it’s probably when you’re cuddling. Or he’ll just say something out of the blue.
“I wanna do somethin.”
“M’wanna touch you.”
• It’s mumbled in your chest, or while he’s kissing you, there’s no in between.
• Luffy loves your noises, and only wants them for himself. He’s not the jealous type, but you? Your his, and only his. So only he wants to hear those noises.
“You sound so pretty, do that again.”
“Shh, don’t want anyone else to hear you.”
• His hand would cover your mouth, grabbing and tilting it however he wants it, making sure your looking where he wants you to.
• He’s very handsy, if you haven’t noticed.
• Luffy can be really tender. He’s not all the way across the line of being gentle, because he can get really fast, but cuddly sex is the most you’ll get out of him.
• He’s for whatever positions you are, and he’s really just taking you from wherever. Behind you, infront of you, on the side of you—he literally can’t get enough.
• Luffy is the type to shift mid-way and find a better angle to get at you, so yeah, I’d personally be prepared for a long night. He has a lot of stamina, even if you make him a little weak in the knees.
• He’s 100% an eater, he def craves it. And he isn’t afraid of showing it. From the back—or front, he just loves you all around.
“You taste so good.”
“So wet for me.”
• He ironically has a dirty mouth, but that’s just because he’s blunt and too honest. So most things sound impulsive, but he means it, and there’s no apology or embarrassment for it.
• Luffy loves PDA. Not to the point of kissing you in public, but there’d be a quick peck to the cheek or head. He loves dragging you around, from carrying you on his shoulder, or pulling you by your hand.
“Oi! Come on let’s go—you’re so slow!”
• Much like Usopp, Luffy is very proud of you. He’s proud of who he’s with—as all the one piece men would be, but Luffy especially.
“Shishi! She’s the best, you should meet her sometime! She makes the best snacks!”
“____ goes on adventures with me all the time, we find the coolest stuff—“
• Definitely blabbers on about you.
Lay Off! |Master-List|
Roronoa Zoro x !Fem!Reader, fluff, angst/comfort, anxiety, reader snaps, anger-issues, make-up, swearing, lowkey made me tear up.
Summary: You get overstimulated and finally break...
A/N: I have finally revised this fic. I am so glad, because I can’t believe I WROTE THIS 😭😭 There might be a few slip-ups, but it’s WAY better from before.
(Taking a break changes your grammar and set-up istg.)
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It'd been mid-day.
The hours had been painstakingly fucking long, and you'd cooped yourself up in your room to avoid further attention.
You didn't know what set you off, but you just wanted it to stop.
Your skin crawled, and your head felt like it was going to explode. Your limbs helplessly flexed and turned, attempting to alieve your symptoms, but nothing would let up. You were wound. And you were wound tight. Your body wouldn’t let you loose, leaving you to suffer as anxiety prickled over your skin.
You tried to distract yourself with a small craft, you really did, but only more frustration welled. You couldn’t keep still, and you finally cursed. Hands slammed against the desk, sending your paper crafts across the wood, into your mess of scraps.
Tears welled, and you pushed yourself away with your rolling chair—avoiding the further abuse you’d inflict on your workspace. Heat raged, and your nails drug through your hair, trying to pull yourself out of your head, but it wasn’t enough. No matter the distance you put within yourself, it never felt right.
You were stressed, anxious, and torn that you pushed the ones you loved away. And you could never fucking explain why. You just felt so angry. So turmoiled, that you didn’t even know what to do with yourself.
Your fists curled in your hair and a burning sensation followed, leaving you to feel something other than your pain.
But the unexplainable feeling grew, and it coursed through you like an endless loop of rage and helplessness. You didn’t know how to control it, and you didn’t know how to deal with it, you just couldn’t function.
Left, to right. Over and over, you paced your room. Trying to calm down, but a distant knock echoed.
"Hey, lunch is..." Usopp's voice trailed off as he saw your state, and he quickly backed off.
"Uh, I'll let Sanji know you—“
"Just go, please!" you snapped, banging your fists against your head. Your chest heaved, and Usopp’s breath caught.
"Yep! On it!" he squeaked, shutting your door.
Silence washed over the room, but peace didn't follow like it usually did. It was unbearable, and your body felt intolerable. Like you needed to do something, or you needed something. You couldn’t remember what or why, and nothing clearly came through…
The restlessness grew, and it was boiling.
You shakily went back to your desk, picking up the small paper you'd originally thrown with your trembling hands, trying to convince yourself it'd be okay. That you'd get through it.
You could just mend it. You could do it. It'd be okay. Just calm down.
You're fine.
It was just some small papery flowers, how hard could it be? Anyone could do it—you had this. You always did. You got frustrated and eventually came back to fix it. You just needed time.
So why couldn't you do it right now? You gave yourself plenty of time.
Though you still couldn't you function, and couldn't you think. Why the hell was it that you felt like you had no time? Like there was nothing but everything coming at you all at once? Why couldn't you—
"Oi, what's going on?" Zoro appeared by the door, and his voice was firm—steady. His presence was grounding, and it’d been something you’d always loved, but your body strangely hated it in the moment.
You were too lost in it to realize, but Usopp had probably been worried.
He must have told Zoro, because everyone knew he'd been your paper-weight. He kept you together, like a stack of paper, or in other words—aligned control. But, in the moment, you couldn’t understand that, and you’d eventually come to regret it later.
Zoro was tense at your silence, as he wasn’t often familiar with it. He was used to your laughter, and your clumsy remarks, even your stupid comments.
But he knew that wasn’t always you.
You kept yourself together well, until you couldn’t and you hid. He wasn’t an emotional guru or anything, but he’d been attentive enough to pick up on your behaviors.
Especially, when things took a turn for the worse.
He'd easily seen it this morning when you came in for break-fast and left, sparing no good-morning, no sweet smile, no teasing—you were just struggling.
You weren’t acting like you, and he hated it.
Zoro wouldn’t seem the empathetic type, but when it came to the ones he loved—his chest would uncomfortably ache. Especially when it came to you, who held herself so high yet was hurting so much deep down.
The sniper had startled him awake, quickly telling him—or, rather rambling to him, that you weren’t okay. It seemed rather urgent, and he looked offly looked worried, so Zoro obviously wouldn’t set it aside.
If you needed help, or guidance—you just did.
There was no easier way to put it, and it wasn’t embarrassing, it was just life.
And Zoro was never one to bullshit, but you could be sensitive at times. It wasn’t a bad thing, it just made things harder for you.
You could get worked up over the smallest of things, unintentionally snapping—or taking it the wrong way, blocking yourself off…
He’d seen the signs.
He always had.
And this was clearly one of those times, where something had gotten the better of you.
But little did he know, it wasn't just your anger. It wasn’t like the other times, something was painfully different. This was deeper.
Calmly, Zoro spoke your name.
You were quick to snap, but you turned away covering your face. You tried to calm yourself and catch your breath—but yet again, it wasn’t helping.
"Yes, I know, just give me second.” you replied, uncharacteristically hitting your desk. You hands slammed your poor creation, and tears began to well. You were cracking, and more frustration poured.
You snapped again, and a curse flew out your lips as you kicked your desk. It was harsh, and you were sent roughly back against the wall in your chair—creating a slam.
At your action, he knew you were overwhelmed. Hell, he’d felt it as soon as he came in, but as you curled in on yourself—digging your nails, it only confirmed it.
A muffled sob broke through the silence, and he was beside you in seconds.
In two steps, he’d crouched down infront of you.
His calloused hands, prevented you from hurting yourself, though his touch wasn’t rough. It was strong, and it was strong enough to keep you from pushing away or thrashing.
He needed you here, with him, and not lost somewhere else.
"Breathe." he ordered.
"I can’t, just stop, don’t—fucking touch me!” you choked, attempting to squirm, "Zoro stop it.”
Your lover doesn’t break, nor’ does he stop. He only holds you tighter, as if he knows you’ll only spiral further.
Your breath is labored, struggled—and he can already see you slip.
His gaze softens, and he steadily pulls you into his lap. Zoro doesn't comfort you with words, but he does with the way he knows how—his presence.
By being there, holding you—grounding you, tightening his grip as you stubbornly try to push away, he doesn't let go.
He silently urges you to relax; creating absent circles over your back, as his hand tightens at the base of your neck, pushing you easily to his shoulder.
His legs lock to come around your own, pulling, to keep you in.
"Stop fighting me, you'll only make it worse," his voice rumbles over the crown of your head, and you can’t help but feel comforted.
You want to agree, you want to stop, but your body doesn't. It involuntarily moves, and you cry as you push against his chest, growing light-headed.
But the dizziness forces your body to relax.
Your shoulders slack, and you ease. Your eyes flutter shut, and you let out a shaky breath.
"You good, now?" he asks, keeping a gentle grip.
You sniffle, nodding as you can't bare yourself to look up at him. You don't even know what came over you, and you can barely remember what happened.
You feel like an idiot.
Embarrassed, guilty—ashamed, just wrong.
"Yeah, I’m sorry.” you whispered, leaning back.
Though Zoro doesn’t let up, he keeps you in his lap and his hands shift to cradle your face.
“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.” his thumbs wipes your tears, and you can’t help but lean into them.
“I should’ve come down earlier, I didn’t know you were getting so worked up.”
"It's okay," you mumbled, lowering your gaze, but he tilts you back up.
"____, it's not. You know that, what’s going on?”
"I don't know," you manage out, and his look crushed you.
You know he wants to understand, he always does, the whole crew does, but you’re not even sure yourself. A weight topples over you, and you suddenly remember the way you snapped at Usopp.
Shit. You didn’t mean that—you didn’t mean any of this.
Why weren’t you doing anything right?
"I just, I don’t know.” your voice broke, and you turned away. “I couldn’t stop, it wouldn’t go away.”
"Then, why didn't you come to me?"
"Because, it's too much, everything feels like too much.” you whimpered, covering a hand over your mouth. “I didn’t, I didn’t mean to snap at you—or Usopp. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”
"Hey—stop, look at me." he adjusted you forward, and this time he held your gaze.
His eyes carried a warmth, and it felt like a safety you never had the privilege of experiencing.
"Sorry,” you whispered.
"No. Don’t. Don’t, go apologizing. No one needs that.” Zoro’s hand ran through your hair, and he focused forward. You needed to hear this, and he’d say it over and over until you didn’t.
“You don’t need to apologize for feeling something, no one expects you to be perfect all the time—and I sure as hell don’t give a shit if you snap at shit you didn’t mean.” his lips twitched into a smile, as he remembered a time you cursed at Luffy for grabbing your food.
He liked your unexpected anger, even if it was this.
“The crew sees, I see you. And that’s all that matters.” he murmurs, and he sees you crack a smile.
Good. You needed that.
“You hear me?”
“Yeah, I do.” you sniffled, nodding your head, “loud and clear.”
He let out a breath, “good. Now C’mere.”
Zoro shifted, leaning against the wall to hug you close. He was being soft, and he was being kind.
In his own Zoro, way of course, but he was still there. He always would be.
He cupped the side of your head, letting you bury yourself into the crook of his neck.
Your lover wanted to take away anything that had harmed you, but that took time—and he realized that. But he didn’t mind hugging you a little longer to fix it.
He wasn’t going anywhere, and little did he know, this was all anyone could ask for.
Someone who still loved you at your lowest.