thought about zoro and his back for too long and started to spiral hnng
cause you know it’s so sensitive, it has to be. zoro is always hyper-aware when his back is facing someone, even among friends and crew mates. the hair on his neck stands on end when someone lingers behind him for a breath too long, shoulders always tensed, spine straight until the perceived threat is gone. it’s what’s kept him alive all those years on his own, interwoven with the pride that comes with being a swordsman with an unscarred back.
the only time those guarded walls come crashing down is here in this pocket of space and time when dusk has fallen and zoro has you all to himself, blessedly alone. you’re perched all pretty and naked in his lap, humming into a kiss that turns from sweet to bruising as your hands drift from where they cup his face and slide behind his head.
zoro burns with your touch, bathed in flame and born again as you run your hands over the planes of his shoulders. the lazy rolls of your hips against his as you grind your clit up and down the length of his cock aren’t enough to distract him from how your fingers trace over his spine, far more gentle than a beast like him deserves.
“more,” he says, voice hoarse with a need that scorches his throat and leaves him parched for you, you, you. “you can give me more, right baby? fucking know you can, stop holding out on me.”
he hisses through gritted teeth as you drag the first stinging lines across his skin, nails carving in just enough to ache but not bleed. a thought, crazed and drunk on love, floats through his mind that he wouldn’t mind too much if you dug a little deeper. do the same thing to his flesh as you’ve done to his heart and leave your mark for all to see. he’s consumed by it, images flashing behind his eyelids as you whine in his ear of a scar on his back, left there because he chose to love not because he turned his back in cowardice.
zoro groans hot and heavy on your neck, edged over and over as you use him to chase your pleasure and find all the spots on his back that make him shudder against you, falling apart under the weight of the care he hasn’t earned and isn’t all too convinced that he deserves.
summary: how does your boyfriend act when he's sleepy? is he a heavy sleeper? a light sleeper? what's his usual sleeping position? does he snore? ~800 words. CW: SFW! gender neutral language!
・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro who, when he isnt working out, is almost always knocked out somewhere on the ship. usually, it’s his bed, but you never know. he’s quite fond of naps and could fall asleep on concrete if he had to.
・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro snores sometimes and he sleeps like a rock. it’s hard to move him around. it’s weird because most of the time when you’re there trying to wake him up (for dinner, usually), he’s immovable, but if there’s danger or someone tries to attack him in his sleep, he’s awake in a millisecond—he’s always on guard, except around you. he knows that when it’s just you, he can be completely comfortable.
・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro sleeps in short boxers or boxer briefs sometimes. his thick thighs and abs and happy trail and pecs are on full display. he’s just so… big. big hands, big shoulders, big arms. big everything.
・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro sleeps flat on his back most of the time. but he’s also fond of sleeping on his side, especially when you’re around. in general, though, he isn’t too picky, since he can fall asleep anywhere, any time.
・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro is a cuddler, surprisingly. but he’s so big and muscly that it can be uncomfortable sometimes. he’s fucking heavy so when his arm is thrown across you at the wrong angle, it kind of feels like he’s squishing you. you would have never expected it, but he also likes to hold hands when he falls asleep. he’ll spoon you and intertwine his fingers with yours before he drifts off to sleep in minutes. he’ll pull you closer while he sleeps too. if you didn’t like him so much it might be suffocating, but he makes you feel safe, secure, and loved, even when he’s unconscious.
・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro often has bad dreams. he jolts awake at night with his heart racing. the dreams have to do with the crew most of the time. but other times, they’re stress dreams about make believe, wild scenarios from his childhood. he seems levelheaded during the day (unless Sanji is around), so you’d never guess how distraught and out of control he feels at night sometimes. when he wakes up after a nightmare, frequently in the middle of the night, it brings him immediate solace hearing your slow breaths beside him. he’ll get closer to you for comfort. you make him feel secure and protected, even if he doesn’t verbalize that a lot.
・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro looks soft and peaceful when he’s asleep (and not having nightmares). his brows relax, his lips aren’t drawn in a thin, taut line anymore, and sometimes he drools a little bit. the look on his face, so youthful and unbothered, is enough to melt your heart.
・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro wakes up with the absolute cutest bedhead. his green hair is messed up with tufts sticking out at odd angles. he yawns and pulls you closer. he’s like a koala bear or something. can’t get enough of you and wants to touch you all the time. some may consider it possessive. he presses his body flush with yours and pulls you in as tight as he can.
・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro has a raspy voice when he first wakes up. it’s deeper than usual and husky… the sound really does something to you. “morning” he says, gruffly, and then pulls you across the bed and into his arms. he nuzzles into your neck and takes a deep breath. he loves how you smell.
・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro sleeps in way too much. you’re usually up before him. you lay in bed for a while and soak in the comfort of the sheets and his presence. but after a little bit, you get up and go do your morning routine. when you’re tasked with rousing him for breakfast, he tries to convince you to get back into bed with him. ever the fan of wrapping an arm around your waist, he’ll reach out and pull you towards him. it’s hard to say no to him. more times than you can count, you’ve given into his pleading. “c’mon,” he cracks an eye open, looks you up and down, and reaches his arm out. “come back to bed. just a little while longer. ‘m tired.” you retort that he’s almost always tired and he says “yeah, so?”
・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro manages to convince you to crawl back into bed with him, even if it means you’ll completely miss lunch (Sanji’s so sweet, he knows to set food aside for you… although he refuses to do so for ‘mosshead’). when you climb into the covers with him, he cozies up.
a/n: i have an nsfw edition as well & will publish it in the next couple days (and i actually mean shortly this time, not in a month LMAOOO)!
check out my masterlist here, as well as the other sfw headcanon collection i have!
This is how you celebrate your creators, right?
why’s this grownass shaggy dilf so fucking CUTE
What do you mean ‘you’ isn’t an answer?
Really though, Shanks’ favorite kind of sweets would absolutely be alcohol infused chocolate
Those expensive ones with rum in them
He could eat every one of them on his own
It’s the perfect gift for him other than actual alcohol itself
He’ll hide it from the rest of his crew because he does not want to share
If he really likes you though, he might sneak you one
Doffy is a connoisseur of sweets
He’s tried everything and will continue to, since he gets whatever he wants, whenever
But he’s got a soft spot for some fresh, light, fluffy, strawberry shortcake
Not too much icing, golden cake, it’s his favorite treat
Of course he’s not going to share- that may be an entire cake, but it’s his and even if he likes you, you’re not getting any. You’ll have to make your own
Getting him a surprise slice will turn any sour mood the other way around, so use that to your advantage
Two words: Cinnamon hearts
Ace loves anything cinnamon. The spice just gets him
Plus, gifting him little hearts will make his own heart throb
He’ll share with anyone- cinnamon hearts are the type of candy you have to share- at least, he thinks so
They’re also not that popular, so he doesn’t need to worry much about losing much of his candy
If you’ve recently gifted him any, he’ll taste like cinnamon hearts when you kiss him
Koby is a big fan of all things minty, so peppermint candies would be his favorite
It’s practical, freshens his breath while also giving him a sweet treat
Also, peppermint is a great tool against nausea- so when he’s feeling sickly and anxious at work, he can just pop one and continue on his day
If he’s got the peppermint drops that usually come individually wrapped, he’ll share with anyone who asks for one. Usually Helmeppo, sometimes Garp.
Otherwise he’ll be gathering up candy canes as much as he can and stashing them away in his room just in case he wants a treat so if you gift him some, he’d be over the moon about it
He also tastes like his chosen candy if you kiss him
Smoker isn’t one for sweet treats, they’re just too much for him
He likes his coffee and things that are more bitter or savory
If he were to pick something though, he would love some dark chocolate covered almonds
The chocolate isn’t too much since it’s also got the almonds in it, nuts are a good source of protein, and they’re easy to find as he’s travelling on Marine business
He’s not one to share with just anyone. He’ll give some to you with no problem or he’ll give some to Tashigi, and that’s about it.
Gifting him a bag would make him smile, and he would thank you while insisting you really didn’t need to spoil him
Kisses as extra thanks
the first time you give in and let shanks into your bed—after months and months of very persistent dashing grins and cloying sweet-talk—you don’t realize until he has you pressed against your bedroom door, with his singular hand tucked beneath your skirts to grasp the back of your knee and hook your leg around him, that the vest you’ve chosen today is held together by a row of small buttons at the front.
it’s an issue it seems he’s only just realized too, as he pulls away from your lips and stares down at your bust.
“buttons,” he says with a pout, thumb tapping pensively against the side of your knee. “is this a test?”
“an accident,” you laugh. “i’ll help—“
“no.” shanks nips at your finger playfully before you can touch your neckline. “not proper to make a lady undress herself.”
it shouldn’t be a surprise, you suppose, but he’s more skilled than you anticipate. with teeth and tongue he manages to undo three before the steady unveiling of your cleavage distracts him. letting go of your leg, he reaches up to work at the fourth even as his tongue runs hot over the newly exposed skin of your chest.
then you feel him pause. he blinks; his eyes are dark and stormy, so deep red they might as well be black. though you often find it difficult to parse out what he’s thinking, it hardly takes a genius to gauge the way that big hand catches hold of the side of your vest, teeth grazing the other; preparing to forego any more delay and simply tear the damn thing apart.
“pop them,” you sigh out, somehow unwilling to speak more than a murmur, “rip it off. i won’t stop you. but—“
you pause just as shanks does the same, eyes darting up to meet yours over the heaving swell of your chest and fingers freezing where he’s gripped the fabric of your bodice.
“you won’t do much more than touching tonight,” you finish.
those eyes sharpen. a thrill goes through you, as his fingers flex for half a moment—and then he’s surging up to kiss you again, hard and heavy and biting, drawing a heady giggle from your tongue. his arm slips around your thighs, tightening to lift you from the solid wood you’ve been pressed against before he turns to take a scant few strides and deposit you onto your bed, not once parting from your lips.
only when you’ve settled does he pull back, just slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as he moves his arm to brace himself on his elbow and then giving a surprisingly chaste peck to the tip of your nose as he begins a descent.
he lingers at the edge of your neckline, sucks at your skin, then kisses down your stomach over the fabric that still covers you; his hand is eager but gentle as it slides beneath the hem of your dress again, rough calluses brushing against your foot and ankle and calf until he’s palming your knee and pushing the fabric up over your thighs.
“well.” that look in his eye is more of a glint now, accompanied by a grin and a wink that has you rolling your eyes as shanks disappears from sight. “suppose i’ll find something we can do without taking that damn thing off, eh?”
Jacob Holland - The Sea Beast (2022)
this is so cool omg (credits to the owners)
You: *gags on nothing*
Benn: *cocks an eyebrow*
The next day
You: *retches*
Yassop: you good?
The day after
Lucky: breakfast is ready (y/n)!
You: *covers your mouth when you feel a wave of nausea hit you* oh no thank you
After a week of constant gagging and rejecting meals
You: *gags*
Benn: you okay, you've been gagging a lot lately.
You: yeah
Lime: you pregnant or something?
You: what! No, it's just eating is inconvenient, I gag when I have gone too long without food.
Lucky: But you've been rejecting meals!
You: I have a had time telling if I'm nauseous because haven't eaten or if I'm not hungry because I'm nauseous.
Yassop: what are you a cat?
You: shut up
Benn: wait, so last night when you were brushing your teeth?
You: oh no, that time I gagged on my toothbrush when I was cleaning my tongue
Yassop: so you have a sensitive gag reflex
You: no
Shanks: *not even looking up from his newspaper* yes they do, they gag on everything that isn't cock, thankfully *licks his thumb and turns the page*
You: not everything!
Shanks: sorry I forgot you don't choke on my fingers either, apologies love
Rockstar: *drunk out of his mind slumped down on the table next to shanks* why would you put your fingers in her mouth?
Shanks: when my cock is occupied in a different part of her
Lime: *stands up and points at you* you! You're taking a pregnancy test
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