Hallo and welcome back!
Thank you all for your participation, I'll have you know, that I'm 2.5 chapters in to a Perona/Zoro prequel that somehow is all plot and no porn so far (not really porn, I mean), and am almost done with the Smoker / Tashigi one shot!
Please note, that if you're reading this on fanfiction and Zoro got other swords by the time Wano is over you might want to check the ao3 version because that will be updated accordingly. Fanfiction's upload system is a real bitch so I won't make any changes there.
Ghost, thank you for your review! I'm glad you liked the concept because it cracked me up. It really started with thinking about that huge blow-up hammer he had and kinda turned into that. Seeds have been planted in Usopp's dilemma in case you haven't read that^^
Last time news about the pregnancy came out among the crew and an obligatory "new Nakama party" has been thrown.
They still hadn't heard back from Tashigi, and she knew she should be worried; she just couldn't bring herself to… how could she worry after seeing the utter joy the news of her pregnancy had brought to the crew? Usopp had creased his brow in thought at hearing it, but it had taken him just a few seconds until he'd shrugged his shoulders and followed their captain's lead. How could she worry when her family immediately had bombarded her with suggestions for both names and ways to keep the child safe if Tashigi couldn't help? Within minutes, they had managed to lull even her into optimism.
She hadn't been this carefree and daring since the big celebration on Wano. And hadn't she been daring?
There had been a time when she had been very much convinced that she didn't want to see Zoro with anyone but herself, but when she had heard Brook's muttering…She had known without a doubt that it had been a misunderstanding, that Hiyori wasn't a threat to her relationship. And since she didn't have to worry, her mind had been free to wander, to explore the possibilities. She had heard from her okasan that the oiran Komurasaki catered to particular tastes, remembered the way she had treated the three men interrupting her parade. Late in the first night of celebrating, she had questioned the woman about the incident Brook had witnessed and about the time she had spent with Zoro after Yasuie's execution. Asked the young woman for ulterior motives. And soon, drink in hand, they had started talking about experiences in general. On the second night of celebration, they had realised that the idea had stuck in both their minds, hadn't just been a drunken 'what if.' They talked about their expectations and possible compromises, and on the third night, Zoro had finally been cleared by Chopper. It had been fun, and even though they hadn't managed to keep Zoro on his knees, they hadn't really stopped until the 4th night begun and even had one more round of goodbye sex before they left. They had worked perfectly together, seamlessly, even though Hiyori pouted every once in a while when she lost the battle for dominance again and again.
He hadn't even needed his superior strength. It had been his will alone that had made them submit. It had always been like that with her, and she had assumed it was just her disposition, but he hadn't seemed to have much trouble with Hiyori either. Maybe it was Haki. Like when Luffy brought thousands to their knees in an instant without even touching them. Maybe he was just a natural.
Would it be the same if his partner was equally powerful? Maybe even stronger? Did his ero-haki only work on women or was it universal? There was no reason why it shouldn't be, was there? He never actually needed it though, right? Going with the bandana, people sought him out because he'd be dominant. He probably wouldn't be able to answer her, so unless they'd have a threesome with another man, she'd never find out. Wasn't it basic courtesy to give her another man after she had presented Hiyori to him?
"Do you think it's fair that you got another woman while I only ever have you, Kenshi-san?" she asked, hoping to at least get a similar reaction to the one from their future child's preemptive welcome party.
He didn't falter in his push ups, didn't even flinch. She knew of course that the possessiveness he had shown on Wano wasn't really what he felt, but this utter lack of hilarity was a bit disappointing.
"If I remember correctly, you were pretty fucking happy with Hiyori yourself," he laughed. "Could always ask Law if you want, though" he said instead of sputtering nonsense. He'd said it quick enough to be kind of instinctive, but he'd said it like he said a great many things. Like when he said that Luffy would be pirate king, that he'd be the world's greatest swordsman, Sunny was their nakama. She was pregnant, and they'd deal with it. In that way that told a universal truth. He'd said it as if Law was the only sensible choice.
She herself hadn't even thought this far, had only wanted a reaction out of him like last time she had brought up the threesome. This answer made her think though. Did she even want sex with any man but Zoro? Not necessarily, not really. Until months ago, she hadn't even thought she had any interest in sex in general... Half a lifetime.
Law was attractive.
"Why Law?" She asked, intrigued by his reasoning.
He stopped his workout, looking at her as if she was stupid, as if it was obvious.
"We trust him, and he's convenient, dropping in regularly," he explained like he explained things to Luffy, and she let an arm sprout to smack his discarded sweaty towel in his face when she saw the amusement twinkle in his eye.
"Do you think he's attractive?" she asked, wondering if that was just for her. He scoffed at her, and if it were anybody else, she might have assumed to have insulted his manly masculine pride, but after her very informative bath with Chopper, she just took it as a 'Well, why the fuck else would I have suggested him?'
They had never actually talked about this. She had just assumed that he didn't mind either way. Maybe they should though, if only to satiate her own curiosity.
"I don't give a fuck," he said, wiping the sweat of his face. It didn't surprise her that he knew the question burning on her tongue. "Do you?"
Fufufufu, of course he had picked up on that. "I have tried my luck with women since I didn't want any man close for quite a while. Never did too much for me though."
"Hiyori seemed to do plenty?"
She had. "Might have just been because of you. We'd have to test this." She mused, and he laughed.
"Aren't you awfully adventurous for an old pregnant, lady?" He asked while picking up his weight for his next workout.
Fufufufu. "Why don't you put those barbells down and let this old lady show you just how adventurous she is, Zoro-kun?" she asked, blooming a clone right against him and a few extra hands inside his sweaty pants for emphasis.
His change was instant, and it wasn't to reluctantly obedient Zoro-kun. His hand slipped from the iron bar, letting it clutter loudly to the floor to instead wrap around her clone's thin neck, pulling her in front of him, pushing her down so she had to look up at him.
"Nami hasn't cleared us, Robin. Next island is just a day away," he grouched while Haki covered his privates, dissolving her teasing fingers immediately. Spoil-sport.
"A quicky, then?" She asked, her panties wet from just his rough hand around her phantom throat.
He shook his head with a laugh, calloused thumb caressing her clone's neck. "You're fucking insatiable lately. Is that the pregnancy hormones trying to battle menopause?"
"Fufufufu, are you complaining, Kenshi-san? If you can't keep up, I'm sure Sanji-kun would be more than happy to -"
The tiniest flare of Haki was the only warning she got before he slammed her clone against the wall. Right, he wasn't possessive, but when it came to their chef, everything turned competitive. Not that she minded using this against him if it served her deliciously juicy punishment.
He had three fingers up her clone, foregoing any and all preparation. This was going to be rough. She slipped off her panties from under her skirt, running her fingers over her folds despite already feeling his hand against them.
At first she had expected him to discard her clone like he had done before, but instead he embraced her with the same firey passion he did herself. For the shortest while, she had thought he might be disgusted by her power in general, but he had readily incorporated it into their play. This theory had been debunked fairly easily, so she had assumed it was just a dislike of her full-grown clones. She was rather disappointed in herself that it took her until Wano to realise that he'd come to expect her clones to be younger versions of her, which was tempting but also the only issue he had with them.
She hadn't even realised that she had stopped caring about their age gap until their captain had pointed it out during the pregnancy party. How he had thought old women couldn't get children… the poor boy had whined all night over the lumps Nami and Sanji had adorned him with.
Things were better like this. It didn't matter that her clone lacked the bump. She knew he found her attractive either way. The only difference was that he could fuck her not pregnant clone against the wall without having to worry about the baby, could take her just as roughly as both of them enjoyed. After their adventure with Hiyori, he knew he didn't have to hold back, couldn't actually injure her by damaging her clone. That time was long gone.
He pulled his fingers from her clone, both of them sighed at the sudden loss, and her clone sagged down the wall when he loosened his grip around her throat.
"Since we've talked about preferences, you liked watching Hiyori choke on my cock. Does that mean you like to watch in general?" he asked, gaze fixated on her actual eyes.
Oh, yes it did, apparently. The picture had ingrained itself in her brain. The menacing monster thoroughly dominating, using the sweet, innocent angel. Corrupting her beyond repair. No wonder Usopp had been so distraught at the sight. Not that any of them needed corrupting. She laughed, pulling her sweater over her head. "I don't know. I think this theory is worth testing though."
He answered with a chuckle, and a sharp tug on her clone's hair made it gasp and her moan at the diluted sense of pain while he freed his erection from his pants.
"Mouth or cunt?" he asked and raised an eyebrow when her clone immediately answered for both of them.
"Cunt." She was right of course. They didn't have much time after all, but it seemed he still wasn't used to her high autonomy clones. They really were just a necessity; if they were out with the crew and got attacked, they had to make decisions quickly and thus on their own.
The clone used his surprised stupor to shove his pants down his legs, and both of them rejoiced in their success to get him naked again. Such a rare treat to see all of him since he usually opted to stay clothed during their playtimes. It wasn't really play though, not nearly enough time for that.
He grunted in acceptance, stepping out of the fabric and kicking it off to the far end before sitting down against the wall. Now this was pleasantly familiar, wasn't it? Just like he'd taken her during their first bout with Hiyori. He pulled her clone on his lap, spreading her legs with his to give her a full view of their privates. His skin against her clone's back was wet with perspiration, but even after one hour of working out, he lifted her up effortlessly to hover over his cock, thoroughly unimpressed by the needy squirming of her clone.
He locked eyes with her, biting down on her clone's shoulder, giving both of them the clear warning that the impatience wouldn't do. Her clone stilled, but he only angled his hips up after she'd whispered a 'please.'
She watched as his glorious cock parted her clone's lalbia, rubbed up against her. She could feel her frustration and the soft heat against herself. He pushed in slowly, making sure she felt every inch he put inside her clone while she was still pitifully empty. It was a weird dissonance she was used to by now, pushed three fingers in to at least attempt to fill the emptiness, while his gaze burned her to the core and she watched him stretch her clone. He pulled out, and her fingers followed, shoving back in when he filled her clone again with a sharp snap of his hips that made both of them cry out but only wrought a low grunt from his lips. She stared as he pulled out again, cock wet, veins bulging as her clone's juices dripped down his balls. Watched as her clone stretched around him in the most satisfying way, as his impressive size all but vanished inside of her over and over again, not once missing a beat with her own hand.
Saw her quiver around him right as she could feel the first flutters against her fingers. Felt foreign muscles contract, seize, trying to close their legs but losing the fight against unforgiving muscled thighs. Her own body tensed as her clone, always a few beats before her, strained against him, cried out, begged for just that tiny bit of more, clawed at the scarred arms that made her meet his hips without showing even the faintest trace of exhaustion. She felt his lips on hers, devouring her clone in a demanding and possessive kiss that really had no business being this dominating when he had to strain to reach up to her. Felt his teeth pull at her bottom lip and the pre-orgasmic chill rush down her arms as everything focused on the growing heat between her legs. Her muscles tensed just like her clone's, and her lips parted to join her pleas for more.
"Then cum," he chuckled in her clone's ear, and her senses were bombarded with two orgasms of frightening intensity. Both her and her clone a trembling shivering mess completely at his mercy as he prolonged their pleasure with steady thrusts.
"Where do you want it?" he asked while they recovered from their orgasms.
She stood on shaky legs and let it disperse, showering him in petals when the last wave dimmed, and he grinned, knowing full well that by now she could keep them alive during orgasm.
She took a moment to appreciate the sight, big hand wrapped tightly around his throbbing red cock, pumping to keep the stimulation going, face and chest flushed. Dear lord her man was beautiful, and she'd definitely buy that magazine Nami had been talking about, although he probably wouldn't want to hear that. Demon in human skin indeed. She waited just long enough to make sure he'd seen the appreciation in her gaze before sinking down between his legs, lips open, hovering just before her delicious prize, looking up for a permission he was sure to grant. He put his hand in her hair, pressed her down. Funny how this was pretty much the same situation as the first time she had sucked him off in almost innocent curiosity, just… he wouldn't hold back this time.
She sucked him in, tasted herself on him as she welcomed him with a few sucks and swirls of her tongue before she relaxed her jaw and throat to allow him all the way in. He held her down, just long enough to have her throat constrict around him, her lower belly clenching again as he started to pump his hips up in steady rhythm. His balls were drawn tight in her hand, his breathing hitched and his muscles clenched and when his thrusts came quicker and harder, she realized that this would be over sooner than she had hoped. Even if it had already taken them longer than it should, considering the next island's proximity. Curse on his lips, he pulled her from his cock, cleared her throat to press against her tongue as he came, making sure she got a taste of him, and she hummed in gratitude when the salty cashew flavour coated her mouth.
She cleaned him up, swallowed everything he had offered her and curled up on his chest.
"Thank you," she murmured, and he answered with a soft kiss against her hair, one hand caressing the scars on her shoulder. Considering his wet cat reaction when she had originally suggested it, he sure had taken a liking to his mark on her
"How did you get started with the cutting?" she asked, a bit disbelieving that it had taken her so long to ask the question. "Did it start with the two you told me about?"
"No, actually that was Emilia. Had singled me out for that purpose, thought as a swordsman I wouldn't have any qualms about breaking skin, which seems to be a hindrance for many," he answered immediately, planting a soft kiss on her scarred shoulder.
"Did you like it?"
"I didn't mind. Actually enjoying it came later, and when I got Kitetsu, there really wasn't much of a choice anymore. Acquired taste, probably."
"Is it still demanding?" She chuckled, amused at how foreign the word sounded from his mouth.
He hummed in thought, searching for words. "They all do, apparently. Family trait. Nidai was almost overwhelming. She had sung with joy and anticipation when Luffy had carried her out into the world, and she'd been furious when she found out that he was a fucking idiot that just went and hit people with her," he chuckled, and she was sure she heard a certain fondness for both the idiot captain and the bloodthirsty blade. "It was good we met her, helped me a lot with sandai just knowing that it's their way and nothing I needed to fix or something, but... Let's just say I better not lose control anytime soon. Meeting siblings riled them up, battle of Wano raised expectations. And to be perfectly honest, Enma isn't much better."
She laughed. It was cute how he addressed them, ever respectful of each blade's personality. Sometimes she wondered if he respected swords more than people. "I imagine confining your blades to their sheathes isn't exactly humane?"
He scoffed, "Well they'll just have to fucking deal with it unless we come across some thugs, won't they?"
She hummed, "Well they don't have to, we-"
"No fucking way, Robin. I told you before, was a one time thing, and even if not, not while you're pregnant," he bristled while resting one hand on her swollen belly.
Fufufufu "That's not what I was suggesting. After all, our earlier experiment clearly concluded that I like to watch, didn't it?"
He gaped down at her, his gaze having this disbelieving quality to it. It felt like minutes before he smacked his lips on hers in a chaste innocent peck as if they hadn't just discussed cutting people for pleasure, and drew her even closer against him. As close as their growing child allowed.
"You're fucking perfect, woman," he mumbled into her hair.
So... happy end? What do you think about the chapter, please let me know?
Shôganai will be on break next week, but… maybe, if my wonderful beta a href=" /users/Rexica/pseuds/Rexica" rel="nofollow"Rexica/a and I find the time, I'll upload the Perona Prequel.
Why am I not updating Shôganai if I have time? Well for one, it's almost over and I don't want to part with it so soon, second, time passes in the story… time where things are happening in the background… What is happening, you want to know? I can't tell you, but.. just why haven't they heard back from Smoker and Tashigi? Ohhhhh the suspense!
On a personal note. My Dragon Ball Halloween oneshot on ao3 got nominated for The Prince and the Heiress annual award and while that made me ridiculously happy it also made me kinda sad… why don't we have cool stuff like that? Also, I now have a twitter thing ( nitwentyone) and a tumblr thing ( ni-21) and I'll probably do progress updates on the twitter