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justanotherfilthyshipper · 6 months

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I don't know if anyone cares, but I love the platonic ship of Zoro&Hiyori.

Zoro needs more besties and while Hiyori does have a crush on Zoro, the last episode in the anime (Ep 1084) for me sounded like she was aware of his lack of interest (Zoro gay ass being clear as day) and respect him and hold back her crush and still talk to him and banter without pushing for a "but do you like me like I like you??"

Hiyori is just not that kind of girl, she wouldn't act that way and seems to e want a connection with Zoro even if platonic, talking about Enma and saying she would miss him.

Beyond his looks and his strength, I believe Hiyori feel like she will find understanding on him, about her decisions and act, about her determination to see until the end, about her stubbornness cold revenge.

She played the long game, she sat there with the world burning and played until she was sure Orochi was dead. Monosuke could never and beyond Denjirou (and Ashura but well) I don't believe the other scabbards would understand why she made the decisions she did.

Zoro? He would get it. He gets it. He sees her in her strength and on what she can't do, and respects both. He sees the way she uses her appearance as a weapon and while maybe he doesn't get it 100% he respects it, understand the why.

I don't have a point here, I just really like Hiyori and feel like they get each other and would be besties friends if given the opportunity. A platonic soulmate way, maybe. Going around intimidating people and everyone thinking they are a couple when actually they feel more like siblings at this point and any crush Hiyori had just does not exist anymore after coming to understanding more about Zoro.

Not because closeness means that she looses something or find something she doesn't like on him but just an understanding that even if there was a chance they still fit better as friends than in a romantic relationship, finding solace trust and intimacy in a platonic relationship that is just as valid as romantic ones that for them, makes more sense.

I could see the "I would marry this person in a platonic way" for them with both doing their own thing and I think is beautiful and that you don't need to not consider her at all because "she gets on the way" on ZoSan or ZoLu or whatever or that they both don't have a level of understanding in each other beyond two hot people, but as how they are as a person.

#one piece #headcannons #one piece headcanons #roronoa zoro #zoro #kozuki hiyori #platonic #platonic ship #they get each other #wano arc #wano spoilers #character analysis

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doublebird · 7 months

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LGBTQIA+ Headcanons:

N: ~a simple listing of lgbt headcanons I have for One Piece characters, that I also use in my FanFiction~

* : ~Sanji is a transitioned trans-woman in my FanFiction, so I changed her name to Sanju post-timeskip!~

Trans:

Crocodile (ftm), Yamato (ftm), Sanju* (mtf), Kiku (mtf)

Demigender:

Iceberg, Kaku

Non-Binary:

Rosinante, Bastille, Daz Bonez, Hawkins, Koby, Helmeppo

Agender:

Hina, Masked Deuce

Genderfluid:

Ivankov

Demisexual:

Law, Killer, Garling, Amande

Asexual:

Reiju, Pell

Pansexual:

Roger, Lucci, Doflamingo, Franky, Killer, Kid, Shanks, Morgans, Buggy, Ivankov, Ace

Bisexual:

Zoro, Mihawk, Beckman, Borsalino, Marco, Black Maria, Izou, Amande, Denjirou, Sanju*, Tashigi, Vivi, Nojiko, Shishilian, Reiju, Kaku, Paulie, Hawkins, Isuka, Pell, Hina, Hatchan, Camie, Sabo, Koala

Homosexual:

Law, Rosinante, Iceberg, Nami, Den, Kalifa, Who's-Who, Yasopp, Daz Bonez, Wanda, Smoothie, Gion, Masked Deuce, Koby, Helmeppo

Unlabeled:

Sakazuki, Luffy, Stussy, Garp, Yamato, Issho, Robin, Kawamatsu, Apoo

#one piece #one piece headcanons #lgbtqia+#lgbt pride #lgbtqia

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lusynthiaa · 6 months

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that was a really good episode, almost cried a little at the after credits with the crew + denjirou staring at the dynasaurs in the sunset like suke's drawing

#abare lb

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crazywritertomboy1224 · 2 years

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Hihi!! Akumi's here with another kirishima thing!

Idk, I've been recently thinking a lot about sneaking into the others dorm since I'm on the last month of my internship.

Like, being on their last years, their last days as classmates and then being so sad because maybe they won't be able to see each other again or not so often like they used to.

The perspective of one last night together right before graduation is so sad yet so romantic makes me so soft inside😭.

Late night, soft touches, salty and reassuring kisses, holding each other so dearly and close wanting to fuse into a single body, not wanting to let go, promises, shooting star wishes, warm blankets, dawn peeking.

Hope this inspires you to write something :3

Heya! Sorry this took so long. School started up and then I got into region orchestra. My concert is this Saturday, I'm kinda nervous- anyways, I hope you like this!! I had some fun and went off of your initial list, like I always do, and of course if you want me to change anything, DM me. Love you!! <3

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Warnings: none?? idk, it's soooooo cute!

Word count: 1716

Genre: fluff <3

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“C’mere babe.” You heard a voice, and arms tightened around your waist, pulling you back. Your back pressed into a warm, comforting chest. You hummed in content and snuggled closer to him. Lips pressed a soft kiss to the pocket behind your ear.

“Look.” He whispered from his upright position behind you. You blinked your sleepy eyes and looked at him, eyes following his extended finger. Sepia orange light was shining through the window, originating from the blood-red moon. Arms pulled you back from behind and a head settled on your shoulder. “Isn’t it pretty?” He asked.

“It’s beautiful.” You said, yawning. He kissed your neck gently and a light smile played on your lips. “Just like you, gorgeous.” He murmured against the crook of your neck. Your face heated up as he kissed your neck again, pulling you into his lap.

You relaxed to the feeling of him swaying you side to side gently, with the warm light seeping through the windows. His lips peppered kisses down the side of your neck, over your collarbone. You hooked your finger under his chin and tipped his head, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He replied, “I’m gonna miss you,” hands gripping at your hips. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. “So much," he added, tears starting to well up in his crimson eyes. You reached up and cupped his face in your hands and rested your forehead against his. “I’m gonna miss you too, my shark baby," you whispered, rubbing your nose against his gently.

He picked you up by the sides of your hips with little effort and shifted your position so you were sitting on his lap, facing him, legs extended out behind him. His hands moved and found the dip of your waist. He pulled your frame towards him and pressed a kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, y/n.”

You buried your face in his chest, feeling it heat up from the way he said your first name. He placed his hand softly on the back of your head, and gingerly stroked through your hair. He continued to play with your hair as you calmed down and your breathing slowed.

He fell backward, taking you down with him. He landed on his back on the bed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up closer to his head. He planted soft, loving kisses over the top of your head, whispering “Your hair smells so good” and “I’m gonna miss that” in between.

A single tear escaped your eyes and melted into his shirt. He sat up and pushed you away, looking at you with concern. “Babe?” More tears followed, just hearing him say he was leaving. He placed his hands on your cheeks and wiped away the tears with his thumbs.

You reached up and wrapped your fingers around his wrists, just holding him. Salty tears streamed down your face, burning a bit when they hit the wounds you got from your internship. He wrapped his arms around your figure and held you close, saying “I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You sniffled into his chest and let the tears overwhelm you. You shook and sobbed against him, his grip tightening. “I-I’m gonna- gonna miss-I’m gonna miss you," you stammered, tears soaking his shirt.

His arms squeezed you tighter, if that was even possible at that point. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent once more. “I’m gonna miss you too, babe.” As much as he tried, his voice still broke and tears still crept from his eyes.

He pulled you down onto his chest so his back was to the mattress and your back was to his lower abdomen, the back of your head resting on his chest. He linked his hands together, squeezing you tight.

He reached down to your sides and grabbed your hands, pulling them up onto your ribs. He buried your hands under his, and the size difference still amazed you. He interlaced his fingers with yours and held you close to his chest.

You lied there in pure silence, the soft breeze from his nose hitting your ear the only sound. The trees outside his window cast stretched shadows over the walls. A light breeze ruffled the leaves, leaving you hypnotized to the sight.

“Y/n?” He whispered, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, Ei?” You whispered back, tilting your head to the side so your cheek was pressed against the delicate skin of his chest.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head and whispered into your hair, “Will you marry me?”

You didn’t freeze. Your heart didn’t stutter. There was no hesitation. “Yeah.”

His chest stilled momentarily. “Wait, seriously?” He asked, his tone revealing how taken aback he was.

“Yeah. I love you, Ei.”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair. “I love you too, babe.” He turned and rummaged through a drawer. “I believe this,” he paused to pull out a tiny, soft, velvet black box, “is for you, m’lady.”

You laughed. “Now you show me the-” You cut off when he opened the box. Your jaw dropped, even in the horizontal position you were in. “Ei! How- how did you- how on earth did you afford this?” you asked in astonishment, pulling out the ring and displaying it on your finger,

The sepia light seeped through the diamond, refracting inside and creating the most intricate and beautiful pattern you’d ever seen. “Do you like it?” He asked, his heart rate speeding up.

“Ei, it’s perfect. Thank you.” You propped yourself up on your shoulder and placed a warm kiss to his lips. You went to lay back down, but he slid his hand off of yours and hooked a finger under your chin, pressing a perfectly warm kiss to your lips.

He finally released your lips and just stared at you. Not at anything in particular, just you. Your eyes, your hair, everything. “What?” You laughed awkwardly, not used to his randomly staring at you like this.

“Nothing, it’s just that I can’t believe you want to marry me. As sappy as that sounds.” He added, directing his attention to your ring. He adjusts it on your finger, left, then right, then left again. Up, then down, up, then down, over and over again. “Is it too big? It doesn’t look right.”

“Babe, you worry too much. It’s perfect. I love it. And I love you. “ He presses another kiss to your head and exhales into your hair, relaxing as he inhales.

“You smell really good,” He comments, drawing a light chuckle from you. “What?” He almost sounds indignant. “Am I not allowed to compliment my fiancée?”

You freeze at that name. It feels so real now. You’re engaged.

“Of course you’re allowed to, I just didn’t expect it,” you explained.

He held you so close it felt as though you were going to fuse together. Which honestly would’ve been nice at this point. You leaned your head onto his shoulder. You two stayed in that position until the sun began to peek its way up the sky.

You groaned and shifted to check the time. “Ew. It’s almost 6:30.” He twisted around to look as well, then sighed. “This day got here way too fast,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. You continued cuddling until Izuku and Katsuki walked down, notifying everyone it was time to get up.

"C'MON EXTRAS! GET YOUR ASSES UP! IT’S ALREADY SEVEN IN THE FUCKING MORNING!” Bakugou’s voice resounded throughout the dorm.

“Kacchan! Everyone’s still sleeping, be gentle to their ears!” Izuku’s muffled voice scolded.

Katsuki scoffed. “Whatever Izuku.”

A few minutes later, Katsuki had made breakfast, and now everyone was crowded in the kitchen and living room, eating as fast or faster than Katsuki could make food.

Izuku was in the kitchen with Katsuki, Hagakure was on the couch with Ojiro, Mina was sitting with Momo, Yuga, Kyoka, Denki and Hitoshi on the floor in a circle, talking about the latest gossip.

Fumikage was on the couch, with Tsu leaning on his chest. Ochaco was sitting on the floor with Hanta, Mezo, Rikito, Tenya, Koji, and Mezo was holding Minoru so he didn’t mess with the girls.

After breakfast, you all packed your things into your transportation vehicles. There were lots of tears. From everyone. Even Katsuki, as much as he denies it. He was crying, not a lot but it counts -- as Izuku hugged him for the last time in who knows how long.

Katsuki picked him up from under his butt and held him up in the air as he kissed him. Izuku’s face turned tomato-red as Katsuki smirked. He put him down, kissing him again. Toru and Ojiro were saying goodbye in their own way.

Denki kissed Kyoka, Hitoshi and Hanta on the cheeks before his face flushed bright red and he had to turn away. Hitoshi grabbed the back of his shirt and kissed him on the mouth. Hanta and Kyoka held his hands while Hitoshi had his arm around his shoulder.

Todoroki and Momo stood together awkwardly until Mina “accidentally” bumped into Momo, causing her to press her hands to Shoto’s chest. She looked up at him and their lips met in the middle.

Ochaco, Mezo, Koji, Sato, Yuga and Mina had a big group hug, Mezo’s arms easily wrapping around all of them.

Mei had come over to say bye to Tenya, and they were… doing that… next to one of the big moving trucks.

Kiri stepped over to you and gave you the biggest hug ever, squeezing you and lifting you up in the air. He grabbed your hand and kissed you, then admired the ring. “God, you’re beautiful.” He said.

“Me?” You asked.

“No, this ring. I did a wonderful job- yes you, you idiot.” You grinned as he pulled you in and kissed you again.

Mr. Aizawa walked up, yelling “Alright, alright, quit with the PDA. You guys are gross. Also you’ll see each other soon, so calm down.”

Everyone said their final goodbyes and got in their vehicles, soon after driving away to start their new lives.

That was the best night and morning of your life.

#denjirou #todomomo #yaoyorozu momo #uraraka ochako #aizawa shouta #bakudeku #todoroki shoto x yaoyorozu momo #shinsou hitoshi #shinkami #kiri x y/n #eijirou kirishima x reader #toru hagakure x ojiro #shinso x denki x sero x jirou #mezo shoji #i probably forgot some but its ok #<3

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kaizokuou-ni-naru · 3 years

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You’ve mentioned a few times the Jinbe is often referred as ‘oyabun’ which means Boss/Chief and is commonly associated with Yakuza. Are hyougorou and the other Yakuza leaders of Wano referred to the same way?

hyogorou and kyoshirou are indeed both referred to as 親分/oyabun as a title of respect! the wano yakuza bosses are actually the only characters besides jinbe who are regularly referred to it as an honorific- ie, appended to their names.

#jonny answers #one piece #japanese #jinbe #hyougorou #denjirou

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freckledbastard · 5 years

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artur over at twitter is the one who pointed it out, but kyoshiro is paired together with ashura douji in the new opening during the section of the nine red scabbards im losing my shit, did the anime really manage to spoil not only the anime-only people, but the manga readers as well? what an absolute power move

#one piece #opspoilers #kyoshiro #denjirou #shutenmaru #ashura douji #A POWER MOVE IM TELLING YOU #if kyoshiro turns out to be denjirou im gonna lose my shit

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pure-kirarin · 3 years

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Kiku / Denjiro x f!reader - Lazy mornings~

A/N : heyaa- ! second request done aaand honestly it’s my first time writing for these characters and I’m kinda living for it haha. It’s cute and adorable. So much fluff ugh @lazybutsmexy thanks for requesting ! enjoy :3

KIKU

She always wakes up before you, even though she falls asleep after you. It’s definitely a mystery...Does she even sleep or does she pretend ? Is she even human ?

You wake up to her soft humming voice in the bathroom. She will be putting on make up and preparing herself already. Definitely a morning person.

Yet, still wearing her long kimono robe.

When you wake up, she slides back under the sheets just to cuddle with you and wake you up with a kiss. On your forehead, and cheeks. Her hair would be tickling your face gently, easing you into waking up.

She doesn’t want to be too abrupt with you.

Morning Kiku is extremely snuggly. Waking up to her gentle smile makes you feel ready to face anything in life, knowing that at night, you will be sharing your bed with her.

“Good morning my angel, how did you sleep ?” - you open your eyes, still half asleep and you are met with the blue infinity of hers. You can’t help but burry your head into the crease of her neck. She always makes sure to ask you how you slept, every single morning.

And then, she snuggles with you, sometimes for half an hour, in bed, while caressing your hair.

Whenever you are too lazy to get out of bed, Kiku loves to offer her help in picking your outfit and doing your makeup or hair.

She absolutely loves to do matching makeup or outfits. It could be a kimono with similar colors, or matching shades. She won’t say it openly to you, but it’s noticeable to everyone.

She is also the type to bring you morning tea in bed. She absolutely loves to pamper you. Especially on the week-ends.

You are her precious princess after all~

DENJIRO

Only you get to see him -a samurai- in that vulnerable state ; lazy mornings. He is just so soft whenever he wakes up. He is in that state between dream and reality and he just wants to enjoy those few moments of peace for longer.

He isn’t necessarly a morning person, however, when he is still in bed, he wants to have you there with him till he wakes up entierly.

You can’t go out of bed, no, what if he needs to squeeze you, to feel your presence beside him ? You need to be there. Because you are the only one that is allowed to sleep next to him.

That privilege doesn’t come without a cost ; you are his personal pillow. He adores your soft, feminine figure, so different from his.

He loves how small you are compared to his three meters frame, how perfect you fit into his arms, like a doll or a stuffed toy.

“No, don’t go away, stay a bit longer, (Y/N) You can’t go away now, it’s still so early--” His sleepy voice is something else. A bit lower and sensual.

The only way to have him out of bed is to take a shower together.

These moments he gets to spend with you are sacred. They set the tone for the day. It’s what keeps him going, what keeps him motivated to go on with his duties. Your soft embrace feels like the safe space where he can just be his true self. The only place that feels real, that feels like home.

He is really open with his emotions when he first wakes up, so expect to get a lot of compliments. “You feel so good in my arms--” or just about how soft your hair, or skin, or any part of your body feels.

Morning sex is also another option

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece headcanons #okiku x reader #kiku x reader #kyoshiro x reader #denjirou x reader #denjiro x reader

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library-of-ohara · 2 years

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anon asked: So many writers gathered at one place for a short time? That is so cool 😎 😎 😎 I hope you're having fun with this. I've enjoyed the few stories so far and I can't wait to see more. Which leads me to my request. May I pls ask for how Kiku, Denjiro and Yamato would react when they are traveling with their friend and at the hotel they find out it's not a room with two beds, but a queen size bed and there aren't any other rooms aviable? Thank you 😘 💖 Oh and here are some cookies for all of you 🍪 🍪 🍪

a/n: written by Lale (@childofblackmaria) <3 i loved this request because i'm down so bad for all three of them and also because all three of them are so TALL (Yamato being the smallest with a height of 263 cm) and imagining them trying to squeeze into a regual queen size bed... i giggled. guess queen size beds in the OP world are a big bigger, at least that's what i imagined while writing. thank you for the fun request and i hope you enjoy reading!

word count: 1.1k

🤍 there was only one bed w/ Kiku, Denjiro & Yamato + gn!reader

Kiku

Kiku and you actually don’t mind the bed situation, but almost get into a fight because both of you insist that the other one takes the bed

you give in when she draws her sword (no questions were asked why she is bringing her sword on a regular road trip, you just roll with it) and threatens you to take the damn bed

her smile is sweet but her eyes definitely say murder

you flop down on the bed and pat next to you, inviting her to join you

“see? there’s actually plenty of space for both of us. the blanket seems rather small though, so if you don’t mind some cuddling at night…”

she doesn’t, moreover, she initiates it

at first you freeze when she wraps her arms around you from behind, spooning you, then you let yourself sink deeper into her hug, enjoying the comfort of her warmth

you can’t fully relax though because whenever you close your eyes, you see the face of her brother, threatening you with a gun because how dare you touch his perfect little sister

your therapist will definitely hear about this

but for now you’re happy, turning around so you can look into her beautiful eyes in the dim bedroom light

you cup her face, your thumb brushing the soft skin of her cheeks as she smiles, a smile so pretty it feels like a stake straight through your heart

wow, you really are in love huh? why else would there be so many butterflies all of sudden? why does being in her arms feel the safest you have been?

the two of you have some soft and sweet pillow talk, too giggly to fall asleep, spilling secrets in the dark

only when you run out of words, you both scoot closer and closer, subtle but enough so your lips can find each other, sweet kisses fluttering all over your face, whispered confessions in your open mouth until the morning comes and you walk hand in hand out of that fateful hotel room

Denjiro

“oh well. you can have the bed, i don’t sleep that much during the night anyway.”

which is in fact, true. he naps often and everywhere because he’s usually up all night, robbing the rich and causing arson

tonight is no exception, just a little different from his usual shenanigans

Denjiro would probably bargain with the owners of the hotel first to get you both a big discount on the room since it’s not what you booked

you can hear him going full “i want to speak the manager” on the poor staff downstairs

he’ll come back in the room with a big grin and a bag full of cold hard cash, his fox eyes looking feisty

“let’s party”

he encourages you to go wild on the room service, ordering everything your heart desires as long as you get him some sake too

you still end up in the same bed together, watching reality tv shows all night while feeding each other the most delicious stuff the room service carried in on a dozen silver tablets

cuddled up against him, you can’t help but think that maybe sharing a bed with him isn’t that bad…?

and judging from the way he holds you close, dozing off every now and then, Denjiro seems to be comfortable too

you snuggle closer against him when he pulls you into his lap, your head resting against his broad chest, his arms wrapped around you

“want to order some dessert, too?”

his voice is close to your ear, sending warm shivers down your spine

you tilt your head back to look him in the eyes, returning the wide smile as you reach for his long blue hair that’s falling over his shoulders

“i think there’s something sweet in the room already that i want to taste…”

yes you kiss <3

Yamato

you both stand in front of the queen sized bed, hands on the hips as you both shrug at each other

you’re friends, right? no big deal sharing the same bed, friends do that all the time

still, you can’t deny that your heart is skipping a few beats by the thought of it

Yamato initiates a pillow fight when he notices the slight tension and accidentally knocks you out when a pillow hits you directly in the face

quickly grabs your soul leaving your body and stuffs it right back in

when you regain your consciousness again, Yamato is leaning over you, carefully dabbing your face with a cold towel, his worried face brightening up when he sees your eyes fluttering open again

he apologizes a thousand times on his knees (poor boy sometimes forgets how strong he is) and begs for forgiveness

he even offers to sleep in the bathtub tonight to make up for it, so you can enjoy the bed all for yourself

you can’t help but giggle from the thought of Yamato trying to fit all his long limbs into the tiny tub and you can see the relief on his face when he realizes that you’re not mad at him

“i accept your apology. to make up for it, you could let me lay in your lap and run your fingers through my hair…?”

guess three seconds of feeling brave really pay off because Yamato is so fast to jump into bed with you, building a tiny fort of pillows around you both before he pats into his lap, gesturing you to lay down

if you could purr, you would right now because Yamato’s fingers make you feel things

you’re chatting about all the things you want to do on your vacation but you can’t fully concentrate on the conversation because your heart is drumming so loud in your chest, you fear it might just jump out

only when you suggest to switch positions so you can pet Yamato too, your faces are coming awfully close to each other, your hands touching, and just like that the last remaining inch between your lips is gone as you sink into a deep kiss that takes your breath away

every time people ask how you two got together, the story will start with a “and there was only one bed”

#Kikunojo #Denjiro #Yamato #one piece x reader #kikunojo x reader #denjiro x reader #yamato x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece fluff #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x you #childofblackmaria

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baicaozhe · 3 years

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Every time I see denjirou I get a little hungry

#one piece #wano arc #wano #denjiro #red scabbards #my art #this is a hashtag shitpost just so you know #but also I genuinely do think he looks like shrimp tempura

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fofozu · 2 years

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Denjiro 💕💕

#one piece #denjiro one piece #denjiro #denjirou #kyoshiro

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honyakukanomangen · 7 years

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Random first year from Eiai Academy, and scorekeeper for the match, Yoshida Denjirou 吉田伝二郎. It may be a pun that the kanji for ‘den’ is also the same as that in the verb ‘伝える’ which means to communicate/report.

Also, kanji names for the other two Touhoku players in the match. Kagezawa Touma 影沢冬馬 (playing Kuroda Gen), and Munakata Daigo 棟方大悟 (playing Hiiragi Shintarou). No particular references here, well, Touma has the kanji ‘winter’ and ‘horse’, but I don’t think that’s related to the trend of having birds in their names.

Source: Public raws for Chapter 19 of RxL

#robot x laserbeam #yoshida denjirou

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bas-writes · 4 years

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hi hello it is i, rolly. may i ask for denjirou and a non-binary s/o using they/them, with a cunt and a flat chest with surgery scars, in 3rd person, with the s/o using the prompt 38, 2, 13, and biting, choking and hair-pulling? the s/o is doing the biting and denjirou the choking and hair pulling.

Ghhh I really, really hope I will get it right, since I LOVE how good this request is, so I’m like, ten times more afraid than usual that I will screw it up (/ω＼)

Character: Denjiro Reader: afab nonbinary Word count: 789 CW: explicit n.sfw content, biting, choking, hair pulling, size kink, dirty talking, rough sex, suggested drunk intercourse (on Denjiro’s side), blood mention A/N: I don't write in 3rd person anymore, but I left it here, since it suited vibe better

Was he drunk or only pretending? They weren’t sure. Denjiro was so used to playing a drunkard fool it became a habit of his to act like a reckless idiot with sake flowing in his veins even when he didn’t have to. His huge hands were gliding along their neck, sometimes stopping to clench harder for a second or two, sometimes only caressing the skin, sometimes letting nails to scratch—especially when he was getting closer to the line of hair on the nape. His face was, as always, hard to read, despite a palette of emotions written all over it.

They didn’t like it. They wanted to know what was among the options for this night. Did he come here to fuck or just to play around?

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” They tangled one hand in his long, silky-soft hair. Denjiro let out a content yet lazy hum and their gazes crossed. His eyes were foggy and still distant, but the clench of his fingers on their throat tightened. Not that much, they could still breathe, but the flow of air was definitely more restricted.

“Are you in the mood?” He tilted head, some loose strands falling out of his ponytail. “Cause I might be. Depends what are you goin’ to say.”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” They huffed, their voice slightly muffled by the playful choke. “What did you come here for, tea and onigiri?”

A loud thud echoed through the room as Denjiro pushed them on the floor, the thin layer of his coat they both were sitting on not able to cushion the impact. He hovered over them, his huge body was much bigger than theirs, the visible and thrilling difference was turning them both on. Denjiro ran a hand along their thigh, reached between their legs and pressed against their cunt. Sudden spark of lust arched their body. They cursed and rubbed against his fingers.

“Don’t be so vulgar,” he chuckled and rubbed the place he knew they were weak there, only to elicit more curses and swears.

“Don’t fucking tease me then.” They wiggled for more friction, impatient to be treated more roughly, craving a proper touch. “Are we going for it or not? I’m getting bored here, for fucks’ sake.”

There was something both animalistic and intimate in the way they made love and it was drawing them to each other with such power they were both losing their minds. Denjiro would gladly smash into them, simple as that, just a mad pounding, fierce power of his huge dick drilling into them: but the size difference was making it nearly impossible. Instead he pulled them on his lap, one hand tangled in their hair, steading them and guiding them as they were impaling themself on him, the other hand still holding their throat, once clenching, once just stroking, calluses drawn by the sword irritating their skin.

“Fuck, you’re too huge!” They weren’t gentle with him either, not slowing down despite his size stretching them to their limit, right on the border of pain. With their face right in front of his broad chest, they didn’t hesitate to mark him with their teeth. Denjiro groaned and bucked his hips into them, feeling the bites sinking into him. They weren’t hard enough to draw blood—but definitely palpable, slight stings of pain spreading sparks along his whole body, his dick throbbing in response.

His hands clenched harder. Both of them.

They let him impose the pace, the rhythm of tugs and shoves guiding the way they rocked their hips up and down on his impressive length. Denjiro bent, allowing them easy access to his neck—soon he was rewarded with more bites, their teeth grazing along the line of his throat. The harder he was holding them in ironclad grasp, the more air he was cutting from them; the more marks his fingers left on their skin, the harder their bites were. Roughness, passion, yearning, love. A thrilling and dangerous mix.

Eventually, he let go of their throat, their sounds of pleasure being a music to his ears. Instead he moved his hands between their legs. He knew they needed a release and he knew how he could bring it to them.

As they came, their final bite indeed broke his skin. Few little droplets tickled his neck as he pushed them down, back on the coat, hovering over them, fading waves of their orgasm clenching on his cock as he was still buried in them and thrusting his hips.

“Fuck,” they cursed at him. “Fuck, fuck and fuck you, you bastard.”

“Yeah, I know.” He pushed deeper inside them. “I know. I love you.”

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blood will have blood

[Wano manga spoilers- After the liberation of Wano, someone who is not Kyoshirou comes to see Orochi in his cell. A very self-indulgent post-canon alternate ending. Read it on AO3 here.]

Something is breaking.

Something is breaking, his ears ringing with a grating sound like the rubbing edges of broken glass, and he can’t tell if it’s inside his head or outside of it. He was right he was right he was right, and he doesn’t know whether to laugh or scream or both, because he was right.

He’s not even sure what happened. It was all so impossibly fast, twenty years of triumph brought to ash in a single night. How did it happen? How did it happen? He’d been so careful, he’d known, he’d known their every movement and every plan, he’d had Kanjurou-

His strength is sapping, seeping out through the cold seastone locked around his wrists, and it’s all he can do to keep from slumping boneless to the floor.

The sheer indignity of it all- imprisoned in his own castle, the castle that always should have been his by right, dank stone pressing against his back, left alone with nothing but his thoughts and the breaking inside his head. How dare they? How dare they visit such injustice upon him- upon the rightful shougun of Wano-

Laughter, low, darkly amused and deeply familiar, and he jerks his head up against the draining weakness in his veins.

There’s a man standing on the other side of the cell door, looking nothing but casual, sharp-eyed and grinning wide like he’s drinking in the best show he’s ever seen. His characteristic pompadour is nowhere to be seen, and there’s something- strange about his face, the light in his eyes and the knife-edge in his smile; but nonetheless, the recognition is instant, and no sooner has it hit that Orochi is scrambling forward, tripping over his own cuffed hands and uncooperative feet, heedless of his lost dignity.

“Kyoshirou? How did you-“ he cuts himself off, grits his teeth. “Never mind. What are you doing standing around grinning like an idiot? Let me out of here! Quick!”

Kyoshirou doesn’t move; doesn’t speak. Doesn’t do anything but stand there and stare down at him- he hates being looked down on, he’s the shougun, no one looks down on him-

“Oi! Kyoshirou-”

-he catches a flash of bare steel at Kyoshirou’s side, a sword unsheathed, and something freezes in his throat. Treachery? Could it be? Or the same mercy he gave to poor dead Komurasaki?

Kyoshirou doesn’t move to attack, though. Instead, he sits, situating himself cross-legged on the cold stone floor, and lays the wicked-sharp sword flat across his lap.

He’s still smiling when he says, conversationally, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for twenty years.”

…What?

Something is- not right. Or, no- everything isn’t right, everything is wrong, the shougun is chained in his own dungeons- but here, and now, something is so very wrong, and that sound like the rubbing edges of broken glass is ringing in his ears again, and his skin is crawling.

“I thought about it a lot,” Kyoshirou continues. “About what I’d do. About what I’d say.” His smile grows, inches wider to encompass a couple more teeth. “About the look on your ugly little face when you realized you’d been played for the fool all this time, usurper.”

He spits the last word out like it’s poison, a level of furious venom Orochi has never heard from him before, not even when he’s raging, and the potency of it hits like a gunshot.

“…What?” Orochi hears himself say through the ringing in his ears, too small and uncertain to be his own voice. There are pieces here, and they’re coming together, but the picture that’s forming doesn’t make sense, it has to be wrong. Kyoshirou is-

Kyoshirou is loyal. Kyoshirou has always been loyal. Kyoshirou has saved his life time and time again, has served with all the stupid stubborn dedication of a dog, has gotten him whatever he asks for, whatever he wishes. Kyoshirou has been at his side for years, for-

-for exactly twenty years.

“You’re-“ he tries, and his voice dies in his throat, hollowed out by shock. Twenty years. Played for the fool, all this time- “Who are you?”

“Oh, you know me,” says the man who is not Kyoshirou and never was. “I met you when you were just a pathetic little worm sniveling at Lord Oden’s feet, and you know? You were never anything more than that, and you never will be.”

He laughs, a little, and it’s still the same laugh, low and sharp and just a little unhinged, that Orochi has been hearing for twenty years.

“My name is Denjirou,” he says, leaning in close to the bars, and he’s still grinning, like this is the best joke he’s ever told, a punchline twenty years coming. “Of the Akazaya Nine.”

It’s not-

This can’t be-

He was so careful, so paranoid, hunting out every trace of loyalism and every whisper of rebellion, he did everything right, and yet-

Played for the fool, all this time-

The sword, long and wicked sharp, is still laying flat across Denjirou’s lap, gleaming hungrily in the low light, and he can’t drag his eyes away from it. He’s certain he knows what it’s for, now.

“Are you,” he says, and it comes out too uneven, too frightened, and there’s still the breaking shattering in his head in his ears and how did everything go this wrong- “Are you going to kill me? You traitorous rat-“

Denjirou laughs again, and the worst thing about it is how real it is. “Oh, I’m not here to kill you,” he says, grinning, all teeth, far too sharp for Orochi to feel even an ounce of relief. “I think there’s someone else who better deserves the honor.”

He stands, fishes a key from his kimono and unlocks the cell door. It creaks open slow and quiet. Orochi doesn’t move; couldn’t, even if the cuffs were off, even if he had any strength left to fight or flee. None of this is real, none of this is right, none of this can be happening. He’s the shougun-

Denjirou looks off to his side at something or someone Orochi can’t see, and holds the blade out, hilt-first, in silent offering.

Wooden sandals, clacking against the floor, and a woman rounds the corner into view, taking the sword wordlessly from Denjirou’s outstretched hand. She comes to a halt in the cell door, and for a moment, she simply looks at him, holding the blade loosely at her side.

There’s something so terribly familiar about her, something he can’t quite place until he can. The big, downturned blue eyes; the lips he used to spend hours dreaming of; and above all her hair, loose down her shoulders like he’s never seen it, but still blue-green as the cleanest river water.

Yes, he knows this woman. She’s dead. But ghosts, ghosts, ghosts won’t leave him alone. Oden, Momonosuke, all their wretched samurai- why doesn’t anyone in this damnable country ever just stay dead?

“Komurasaki,” he croaks.

She smiles, steps forward.

“Kouzuki Hiyori,” she corrects. She adjusts her grip on the sword, and says:

“For my father, and my mother, and me.”

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