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   ··· @distopea​ said:    Watch me while I fuck you. ( from Enel, pardon me my dear )       ······ filthy dialogue starters ··· accepting ······

Teeth gritted around the desire to tell Enel exactly where he could shove his demand. As it were he was in an extremely compromising position, legs thrown over the pits of Enel's elbows, practically bending him in half while he fucked into him. The pace started out slow, allowing him to feel every thick inch, but quickly grew brutal—borderline bruising—because Zoro couldn't keep his mouth shut. He sure as hell was keeping it shut now. Not even allowing the smallest of grunts to escape. Zoro wanted nothing more than to say he absolutely hated what this self-absorbed asshole was doing to him, but he couldn't deny how good it felt. How each grind against his prostate sent zings of pleasure radiating up and down his spine, cock practically drooling with precum. It wasn't often he found himself in this position, much more content with being in control, but the teasing coming from Enel earlier grew to be too much, and he had to prove the bastard wrong. Another well timed thrust, Enel soon reaching down to curl long, nimble fingers firmly around the base of his cock had his composure breaking. Zoro gasped, a grunt soon following as he canted his hips into the touch, length slick enough that the glide of Enel's hand was smooth, intoxicating, and bringing him closer to the edge than he would like to admit. ❝ Fuck. Fuck, ❞ he whispered hoarsely, head knocking down to watch Enel's cock disappear inside him, unintentionally doing exactly what the other wanted.

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   ··· @regensia​ said:    I’m not done with you. ( feral man Garou... )       ······ filthy dialogue starters ··· accepting ······

A snarl of a statement that Zoro barely paid any attention to. Their fight was already over, one of the many Garou had initiated in the last few weeks, and Zoro's main focus now was to get home and have a shower. Maybe drink a few beers before finally passing out. He just gave a wave over his shoulder as a response, not expecting to really be manhandled. Before he could react a hand slammed down on his shoulder and twisted him around, almost making him lose his footing. Zoro's eye narrowed in annoyance as he was shoved against the nearest wall, a forearm pinning him there at the throat, which only made his anger flare back up. Who the hell did this guy think he was? This wasn't part of their little arrangement. ❝ Alright, fine... ❞ Zoro pressed against the arm holding him in place, cutting off a small amount of his air supply and adding to the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. A devilish smirk spread wide across his lips, practically splitting his face in half. With his arms free he reached out quickly, not giving the other enough time to react, and after gripping Garou's hips, he tugged him closer so they were pressed flush together. ❝ What are you going to do, Garou? Attack me? Or- ❞ He saw the look in his eyes before, and Zoro took advantage of it by leaning forward, their lips a hairsbreadth apart. ❝ Is what I saw in your eyes just then lust? Maybe you want to kiss me, hm? ❞

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   ··· @ikkaku-of-heart​ said:    "You turn me into a fuckin’ animal."       ······ filthy dialogue starters ··· accepting ······

❝ You think you're the only one feelin' like that? ❞ Zoro growled against the curve of Ikkaku's neck, teeth latching on to litter her skin in more marks. He gave a firm, deep thrust, forcing her back harder against the wall he currently had her pinned against, the velvety heat of her cunt clenching around his cock practically driving him insane. Arms shifted, one hand leaving from its hold on her ass to ease her leg from the pit of his elbow and around his hip instead. The new angle made it so he couldn't thrust as deep, but made her tighten further around his length and the sensation had him groaning into her sweaty skin. When he had her in position his pace increased, hand sliding along the outside of Ikkaku's thigh before reaching out to stabilize them against the wall. His other hand kneaded at the ass cheek he still had a firm hold on, hoisting her up effortlessly when she began sliding down too far. The feel of her nails dragging along his back and shoulders, along with her mewls of pleasure only spurred him on, and he nosed his way up the side of her neck to nip at her earlobe. He was getting close, balls drawing up from the overwhelming heat and tightness that surrounded him, and the way she was sucking him like she never wanted him to leave only heightened his pleasure. With a grunt, he shifted, legs spreading to keep her in place while he continued his brutal pace, and then slid a hand between their bodies to rub firm circles on her clit. The way she was spasming, every muscle in her body pulling taut, he knew she was close too. Zoro wanted nothing more than to feel her fall apart around his cock. He needed it. ❝ Come on, Ikkaku... cum all over my cock, ❞ he rumbled into her ear, chest almost vibrating against her breasts from how deep his voice had gotten.

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►Filthy Dialogue Starters

Warning for ns/fw content, degradation, language, etc. Mostly male-oriented, but feel free change things around as needed.

Take that fuckin’ cock.

I’m not done with you.

You’re making me hard.

You feel it rubbing aginst you?

God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy.

Show me how much you want it, baby.

Suck my cock, mmmnh…

Oh, fuck yeah…

I’m gonna cum so fucking hard.

Make me cum, fuck!

I’m so close, so fucking close.

Look at me, baby.

Watch me eat you out.

Watch me choke on your cock.

You fuckin’ feel that?

You’re so wet/hard, baby.

Cum for me. 

You came all over me.

Look at you, making such a mess…

Look me in the eye and fuck me.

You want me inside you so badly.

You’re such a slut.

I’m gonna fuck you again and again and again.

C’mon, baby.

You’re so tight.

Yeah, you feel it? You’re begging for more.

You’re bulging… Fuck, that’s sexy.

You like that?

You like it when I choke you?

You’re gonna be so stretched out when I’m done.

Keep your eyes on me.

Don’t look away.

Watch me while I fuck you.

You turn me into a fuckin’ animal.

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ᴅɪsᴛᴏᴘᴇᴀ:

He’s struggling hard, doing his best to get rid of the beast, which doesn’t seem to back off either. Now there’s only the adrenaline to live between the creature and the hunter, whether it’d be on the human or the demon side. Ace, during his apprenticeship, often wondered how the war has started between these two ethnicities, violence escalating for generations now, and pushing the entire humanity into a pit of hell he despises. He wishes he has never been born at all, carrying the weight of his own father, chained to his destiny while he has no choice but to struggle, over and over again. It’s infuriating… And sometimes, in the middle of a fight, Ace thinks about lowering his guard and letting the beast fest on him.

Yet, while the fury is chattering its fangs, so close from his throat, his biceps trembling under the massive efforts, Ace fears to die too soon. He’s ready to use his cursed blood to get rid of his enemy, afraid of the sudden presence crawling closer, and closer… Until a husky voice echoes in the middle of the street. It unsettles the young hunter, to the point that the creature of the night manages to slap its paw right against the tiles behind him, close to his temple. Ace growls sweat dripping from his forehead, as he gives only a few peeps to look aside, hoping to see who’s standing there.

“What do you think, pal?” Ace answers ironically, until the beast turns its attention on the new threat, spikes of bones assaulting the other man. If he’s attacking, then it means that he’s an ally. Well, what could be defined as an ally in this shitty world. Ace hopes that he’s not facing someone from his coven, his strength slowly abandoning his arms. He doesn’t like to be in that kind of position, begging for the help of a stranger, but he underestimated the strength of that demon. Fury in heat is far more violent and reckless, and this one is particularly vicious.

“You got three swords, blood hell! Do something!” Ace eventually spits, the beast giving another swing of its paws, this time aiming for the hunter’s arm. While a few droplets of blood are tainting its fur, the beast’s muzzle starts drooling. Now that it tasted the sweet nectar of Roger’s blood, without its Latin ritual to turn it into a weapon, the fury would certainly be overly hungry for the man’s flesh. 

“It’s going to piss off!” Ace warns, the spikes over the demon’s back shaking. “Like, really, really pissed off!”

As if simply watching your typical brawl between humans, Zoro tilted his head off to the side and observed, not yet moving to really help the hunter despite him obviously needing it. He could see the strain on his body, the way the demon was quickly overpowering him with its superior weight and strength. That thought from earlier came back into his head. Clearly this man was holding back in some capacity, he had to be. Or were they really beginning to employ anyone to be hunters these days? Hopefully that wasn't the case. Zoro found them to be oddly entertaining when he grew bored enough, and the idea of them getting weaker by the generation was disappointing. Releasing a soft sigh, Zoro dropped his free hand to another of his three katanas, flicking the guard upward to loosen the blade from its sheath with his thumb. ❝ Fine, fine. ❞ The hunter would be unable to see, but Zoro imbued the blade he already had out with a small fraction of his demonic energy. Not enough to overpower what was radiating off the demon he was fighting with to keep himself concealed. Then, after completely unsheathing the second blade, he lunged forward. Zoro expertly dodged a couple flurries of bone spikes flung his way, not even bothering to lift his blades until he got close enough to strike. His blades would only ever slice what he wanted, even with something else in their trajectory. So when he first attacked, slicing the head clean off from the rest of the monster's body with what seemed like no effort at all, the hunter remained unscathed despite being directly beneath his sword. A grotesque sounding sizzle erupted from the where the demon's head got lopped off, like Zoro had cut it with a searing hot blade. Black smoke and bubbling blood oozed from its neck, dripping down onto the hunter's chest, but Zoro couldn't give less of a shit about that. He perched precariously on the demon's back, and without another thought he plunged his second sword directly through its heart, piercing straight through the chest cavity to come out the other side. Blood dripped down the tip of his blade, making more of a mess on the hunter below. ❝ Might wanna move before this lug falls on you. He's probably heavy, ❞ Zoro commented offhandedly, allowing his own demonic energy to fade with the demon's he just killed.

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ʀᴇɢᴇɴsɪᴀ:

THIS man was fast, able to keep up with his speed – it was absolutely thrilling. That only meant to Garou that he’d have to keep pushing the limit, both in their fight and in himself to increase his own speed, to challenge himself to go further, to be faster, wide grin stretched across his face. Though the expression was anything but friendly, yellow eyes watching the other’s movements closely, following the motion of his core rather than his swords. He wasn’t stupid enough to fall for any feints, and he’d need the practice against someone who wielded weapons such as this. Similarly did the martial artist’s body twist and contort, dodging where he could, parrying where he couldn’t, and minimizing the strikes that did slice into his flesh, simple and shallow wounds that wouldn’t slow him down. He had felt his fists connect with the other a few times; it seemed like they were decently matched.

THEY parted from their skirmish once more, catching their breath and readjusting, having sized each other up. Fights were rarely continual conflict – they were both seasoned at this. Though upon hearing the other’s words, his grin seemed to falter, disappointment instead replacing the expression of excitement. What a damn waste if this man only held passion for paychecks. Readjusting his own stance, hands held up in front not in fists to guard himself, but instead fingertips pinched together, wrists bent. He had adapted from even just their one bout together so far. 

SURE enough, the swordsman leapt forth to close the gap between them, sparks brought along the ground from his blade before it followed through in an upward arc – Garou could only parry it like flowing water, movements smooth. Even as he felt he was watching the second blade descend to pierce his face, perhaps it was instinct that made him adjust, enough that only a cut was sliced upon his cheek. He would have to push forth, closing the distance even more – if he could gain the advantage of advancing within the range of the other’s arms then it would be game over for the swordsman, but they were locked in yet another exchange of parries, punches, and slices, each only able to chip away minutely. 

THE leg sweep had been unexpected from someone who so consistently fought with such obvious weapons, but ultimately served to do little to knock him off his feet, the loss of balance twisted to instead become a backward handspring, putting measurable distance between the two fighters yet again.

“ I only care about testing my skills against yours. ” There was no reason to hide his true intent here. Though he had been disappointed to find the other say he only cared for the money, Garou was finding this fight a great learning opportunity. “ If I can beat a guy like you, then that means I can take on bigger targets and I can adapt. Frankly, it was just luck that I stumbled upon you. ”

NOW that they had caught their breath and once more finished reevaluating each other, he wasted no time in lunging forth to close the gap between them once more, but this time rather than coming directly to the swordsman he took advantage of the alleyway, kicking a trash can at the man to block his line of sight. No doubt the man would likely cut straight through the distraction, but Garou wasn’t behind it – he had taken the opportunity to spring from the side using the wall, body curled in a more animalistic pose. He wouldn’t underestimate this guy nor the sharpness of those katanas, but he wasn’t afraid to shed some blood either. He felt his foot connect to the man’s side in a kick, but similarly did he feel the terrible sting of a blade against his arm he had used to block, maybe even down to the bone, other hand raising to stop the second blade – it went straight through his hand. But regardless did he push on, sliding the hand swiftly along the metal so strong fingertips might grab at the guard of the blade, effectively stopping the momentum and any movement. His recklessness was as clear as the smirk he wore. “ Got you. ”

With two swords, parrying the majority of this man's blows were easy enough. The ones that did land would no doubt leave bruises for him to tend to later, some even getting thrown at his face when he least expected it. The pain only fueled him, adrenaline pulsing through his veins in full force. Now sporting a split lip, blood trickling down his chin to drip onto the slick pavement beneath them, Zoro released a huff. This guy was a complete idiot, moreso than he himself considering he currently had a sword plunged through the middle of his hand. The grip he had on the guard of Zoro's sword meant he couldn't exactly retrieve his weapon, but in this close of combat they would be fairly useless anyway. His singular grey eye narrowed at his words, not feeling like this fight was anywhere near close to being done. At the moment he may have the upper hand, sure, but Zoro's analytical mind was already going through the different scenarios possible in this position. With his hand incapacitated, nerves, tendons and bone split along his blade, all he could hope to do was hold onto Zoro's sword and rely on his obviously monstrous pain tolerance. The blood pouring from the wound would eventually cause his grip to slip anyway. It was just a matter of time. Before he could regain his footing on the ground, Zoro threw his other sword up into the air and with his now free hand he lunged, fingers curling around his ankle. Zoro tugged back roughly then pushed all his weight forward, also forcing his blade further into the guy's hand. The momentum had them tumbling to the hard, wet ground below, and Zoro made a show of shoving his sword as far into the concrete as possible, effectively pinning his hand in the process. ❝ I don't believe you do, ❞ Zoro muttered, barely acknowledging the clatter of the sword he threw into the air landing a few feet away, just out of reach. Zoro released his grip on his opponent's ankle and wedged himself between his legs, one knee forcing his thigh to the ground. Then, with a peculiar gleam in his eye, he brought his hand up to wrap around his throat. A threat. Wiggling his sword, making the blade unnecessarily slice through more nerves in his hand, Zoro's lips split into a grin. ❝ Pretty sure I got you. ❞

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ɪᴋᴋᴀᴋᴜ-ᴏғ-ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ:

“And what exactly are you building up a tolerance against? Eating? What, you gonna try to cut out breathing next because it’s a ‘weakness’?” she snapped, plenty annoyed at how much damage he was doing to himself. Not in small part because him basically slowly killing himself offended her on a personal level.

For all Ikkaku tried to be a somewhat decent person, at the end of the day she had two wholly selfish goals; to go beyond the limitations set by stubborn old witches, and to survive. She’d done some admittedly unscrupulous things for the sake of both. Hell, she was doing it right then and there! So to see a being willingly waste away due to his own pride and stupidity? Frankly she was tempted to slap him, grab hold of that broken horn and unleash a blast of lightning into it to show him just how “strong” his foolishness had made him.

Hands clenching to quell that urge, she nonetheless felt even more anger at his next sentence. One that stung her pride. Yeah, it did suck being hunted. She wouldn’t even consider a long-term contract with a demon if it didn’t. And it sucked even more having to ask for help, which was why she was trying to make the deal as equal as possible. Give-and-take, tit-for-tat, whatever it took to make this feel more like a beneficial partnership and less like she’d finally hit rock bottom. It wasn’t like other hellspawn hadn’t made her offers, promising power and forbidden knowledge and precious artifacts in exchange for her soul and servitude, but she’d rejected them out of suspicion and pride. But fine, if Zoro didn’t think she was useful or appetizing enough, maybe she’d just—

Her ears perked up at his and Nami’s exchange, the wheels in her head turning. Last time? The fuck happened last time? Ikkaku wondered. Had the incubus’ refusal to feed gotten him hurt? Or had someone else suffered because of it? The latter seemed more likely, given how demons weren’t always known to give a shit about their prey, but why would Zoro care about that?

Still, it was proof that he didn’t have as much of a handle on things as he liked to pretend. That snapped the witch out of her rage, allowing her to look him over calculatingly. Black eyes took in his straining muscles and beautiful wings before landing atop of his head, and suddenly she had an idea.

It was a risky one, given what Nami had told her, but given how stubborn he was, it might be the best way to show he wasn’t as tough as he claimed to be. That he did need her.

Back straightening, Ikkaku met the demon’s gaze when he once more deigned to address her. The lust he’d stirred up in her still simmered beneath the surface, but it was secondary to her determination. “Frankly, I thought you’re agree because I assumed you had a ounce of sense in you, but clearly that was being optimistic,” she said bluntly, poking him in the chest. “Because if you really were looking to become stronger, you’d be less concerned about your diet and more focused on more obvious weaknesses.”

Pointedly, she raised her eyes to stare at his broken horn. Nami had said it was a sore point for him and an exploitable weakness, but she likely hadn’t expected her to use it like this.

Once more returning her focus to his face, she gave a challenging smirk and a sarcastic shrug. “Too bad you don’t have a witch in your pocket who could maybe fashion something to protect such a sensitive spot. Or whose energy would keep you going longer than a mere human’s. But hey, I’m sure nobody would think to use that broken horn against you in a fight.”

The moment those words left Ikkaku's lips the air in the room seemed to thin, everything going deadly silent as Zoro simply stared at her. Not only did Nami explain what he was doing to train his body, but she'd told her about that as well. The anger welling up in his gut, coming to a boiling point in his chest and throat, had his eyes narrowing dangerously. In the linking connecting him to his sibling he could just barely make out the surprise over his own emotions. As if she didn't think the witch would use her knowledge against him. Unlike the growls he'd been letting out thus far, this one was low, animalistic and almost felt like it made the very ground shake. Zoro stalked forward, hand darting out again, but this time instead of a gentle touch on her chin he seized up Ikkaku's throat, claws digging into pulsing points. He didn't know if her racing heart was from fear, or that lust she'd been clearly feeling since he walked into her home, but Zoro couldn't give less of a fuck right now. She was attempting to back him into a corner and force him to agree with this offer and he wasn't about to have that, especially not like this. ❝ Be careful with what you say, witch. My handicaps are none of your concern, and I sure as hell don't need your help with any of them, ❞ he spat out with a snarl, grip tightening just enough to slightly cut off her air supply. How fucking dare she imply that he was weak because of his exposed horn. Like he'd allow any of his enemies to get near it to exploit it properly. They were usually dead before the thought could even pass through their minds. Nami kept quiet in the threshold of the kitchen, a surprising feat since she seemed to love running her mouth as well. But he knew she'd step in if she felt it necessary. She always did. Zoro pushed Ikkaku backward into she collided with the wall, his hand never easing from her throat. His eyes appeared to be glowing now in reaction to his anger. Molten gold that would've been considered pretty if not for the reason behind why they were like this. Leaning forward into Ikkaku's space, their noses practically touch, Zoro let out a huff, lips pulled away from razor sharp teeth. With the anger coming off him in oppressing waves, so did his obvious need to feed. That deep, itching desire for life force radiated from him, mixing with the irritation and creating something borderline intoxicating. ❝ Insulting me isn't going to get you what you want, Ikkaku. I have no obligation to help you, especially after this, ❞ Zoro whispered, his voice low and sounding like pure velvet, an unconscious use of his influence because of his instincts fighting to take over. ❝ Now why don't you ask me nicely this time, little one, and maybe I'll reconsider. ❞

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sᴏɴ-ᴏғ-ʙᴇᴀsᴛ:

It was too late, his mind was resigned, and nothing Zoro could say would convince him otherwise. The very moment Zoro’s hand made contact with him, Yamato bit down into his arm without any hesitation. If he was able to get any leverage, he would begin to bolt as he had done time and time again.

Ah yes, the son of the worst yakuza was indeed feral. Yamato did spend most of his time in the company of animals rather than people, so it made perfect sense. He was skillful in his escape, capable of vaulting over cars and fences and scaling up steep walls with barely breaking a sweat.

Unfortunately for the assassin, Yamato was trained in the art of urban parkour, and he would need to get smart if he was going to keep up. Or… brute force it as the Zoro does.

The shock from literally being bitten had Zoro cursing and retracting his arm in the hope that this idiot would let go. In the time it took for him to look over his injury, noting the blood welling to the surface from the few teeth marks that actually broke through skin, Yamato was already long gone. He sighed, unrolling the sleeve of his jacket to rub off the blood from his arm, and after resheathing his sword he was in hot pursuit. Luckily his training made him nimble. He may not be as good at parkour as Yamato, but he could still easily vault over the fences in his way. Buildings were a completely other story, but he managed well enough with his superior upper body strength. A higher vantage point would be more beneficial to find the slimy bastard anyway. Why did he always have to make this a hassle? ❝ Yamato! ❞ Zoro called out when he caught sight of that distinct head of hair weaving around like a literal monkey. ❝ Oi, get the fuck back here! ❞

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ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʙɪᴛᴇ:

So far what Michi had noticed, either this guy tried to get rid of the Hound following him or he was directionally challenged. Not judging, much. But what peaked his interest was the fast reaction to the tile being kicked the strangers way ended up in pieces in a flash. A skillful man with multiple katanas, a man worth messing with, plus added bonus to danger. Danger for Michi if this guy ended up being stronger than him or around his level. He knew never to underestimate a person.

“Well, my eyes were closed so… accidents happen.” He lied as he carefully walked to the edge of the roof and jumped down to show himself properly to the male. He didn’t show any hostility towards the male, he seemed strangely relaxed by the accusation included. 

“Maybe I wanted to give you a helping hand and was too shy to come talk or perhaps… simply bored? Did it bother you? I swear I wasn’t looking at your ass or anything creepy like that.” Michi answered calmly while he scratched the back of his own neck. His crimson eyes gazed towards the male as he took a few steps closer, testing the waters on how close he can get without getting cut.

“But on the more serious note, I got a little curious on what kind of person you were, wandering around alone.”

Zoro kept his eye on the male the entire time, watching closely as he jumped down from the building's roof and stepped toward him. He took in the other's relaxed demeanor, not sensing any sort of hostility coming off him for the time being. That could all change in a matter of seconds though, so he had to keep his wits about him. His grip shifted on his sword, allowing the tip to drop and rest against the ground by his feet. It may have looked like he was relaxing himself, but in reality he kept himself sharp, ready for anything this guy might throw his way. ❝ What kind of person I am, huh? Well I can tell you one thing, I'm perfectly capable of defending myself. Wandering around alone is what I do best. ❞ Leaning his head off to the side, the three earrings in his left ear shifting with the movement and clinking together, Zoro shrugged. He wasn't about to tell this stranger about himself, not when he didn't even know the guy's name. The last thing he wanted to do was potentially give an enemy the upper hand, regardless if it was just with what he would deem useless information. One man's trash, another man's treasure or however the saying went. ❝ And sorry to say, bud, but you don't come off as the shy type to me. So I know that's bullshit. ❞ Lips pressed together, down turning at the corners as Zoro took a slow step forward, blade dragging against the dirt and lose gravel. There had to be more to why he was being followed besides some mild curiosity. His other hand reached over to curl around the hilt of another one of his blades, but didn't pull it free. Not yet. ❝ Did someone send you after me? ❞

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   ··· @ikkaku-of-heart said: Walking up to the swordsman, Ikkaku cocked her head to the side and grinned. In her hand were a few berri notes. "Hey, I've got a bet going with the guys; can you actually hold these between your abs? If you succeed I'll buy your first round of drinks tonight and you get to keep the cash."

Shenanigans were nothing new amongst the Straw Hats, but knowing that even Law's crew seemed to be just as ridiculous eased some of Zoro's suspicions. At first, he expected them all to be like their captain. A stick shoved so far up their asses they didn't know how to let loose and have some fun in between all the seriousness that came with being a strong pirate crew. Ikkaku's little challenge had his good eye sliding down to the beri in her hand, though his focus was mainly on her words. Free booze just to stick some cash between his muscles? Easy enough. He knew the minute he touched the beri notes they'd be stolen by Nami's greedy hands. His 'debt' with her already felt like a bottomless pit because of her ridiculous charges. With a grunt he straightened in his seat, the hand he used as a face rest outstretching to snag the bills from Ikkaku's hand. ❝ Just gotta hold 'em between my abs and you'll buy me drinks? Sounds alright with me, ❞ he muttered, already folding the notes in half lengthwise. So it didn't seem like he was cheating, Zoro stood from his chair, free hand shoving down his harakmaki to display more of his stomach. Single eye never shifted from Ikkaku's face as he then wedged the money between his abs, the dip created by thick, well trained muscle having no issue with keeping the paper in place. He didn't know how long he had to stand here like this. She didn't exactly give a time limit. But after a few seconds he cocked an eyebrow in question, stomach flexing for emphasis.

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drew some of @rose-gold-gild ‘s bodyguard zoro bc he’s so purdy 

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An annoyed grunt echoed down the barren hallway, the only sound aside from the heavy steps of boots against metal. Everything looked the damn same in this stupid tin can. Metal and pipes as far as the eye could see, and none of the doors he came across held anything he was looking for. Zoro cursed under his breath, fingers curling around the hilt of the sword he was resting his hand on. It had only been a couple of days since leaving Zou, but on the Polar Tang it felt even longer. Submerged under the sea made time turn into a blur, and he missed the feel of the sun on his skin, the smell of the briny air as he trained. He wanted to be back on the Sunny, on its deck with the rest of his crew. Being separated like they were had an unpleasant itch forming under his skin, which was what he was trying to currently distract himself from. Stupid fucking cook. Another couple uncoordinated turns brought Zoro to yet another unmarked door, and he released a defeated sigh. It looked just like all the rest he'd come across thus far on his journey to find booze, so he didn't hold much hope when he shoved the heavy metal open. However, the smell that hit his nose the moment he stepped inside perked him up slightly. He knew that smell, and it had the very corner of his lips quirking up in a smirk. Seemed he managed to stumble upon Law's personal quarters. Luck might just be on his side, then. The man had to have something worthwhile in here. Sauntering further into the room he looked around the place, noting small personal items strewn about. Normally he wasn't one for snooping around in someone's privacy, but he was on a mission right now. ❝ If I were a shut in like Torao, where would I put my booze... ❞ he muttered to himself, single grey landing on the desk situated in the far corner of the room. Zoro paused for only a second, debating with himself if he should really be doing this or not. But hell, the bastard left him to his own devices, and he was determined. Wasting no more time he walked forward and squatted beside the drawers situated to the right and reached forward to start his search.

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sᴏɴ-ᴏғ-ʙᴇᴀsᴛ:

“I’ll pay you more to leave me alone. I can’t go back right now. If I’m that annoying, why bother? You don’t need to be bound by Kaido.” He stood, adamant. As Zoro’s blood itched for a fight, Yamato’s too yearned for amusement besides being locked in his room for another day. There was no way in hell he’d take another lockdown right now!

Although… Yamato absolutely was lying. Truly, he had no money. Kaido controlled all the funds, limiting the power and freedom his son could have. What a hinderance. There was a naughty glint in his expression, it was the look someone would make when they were about to make a run for it.

He was going to cause a ruckus.

❝ Sorry, but as much as I enjoy the cash your family holds, your father hired me first and I'm not about to get on his bad side. I'm sure you can understand why. ❞ Zoro gave a shrug, tapping the very tip of his blade against the pavement beside Yamato's foot before resheathing it at his side. That's when he noticed something amiss within the other's eyes. A glint he knew all too well because of past experiences. He sighed, already expecting this to be much more of a hassle than he first anticipated, and even then it was a lot. ❝ For fuck sakes, Yamato. Don't do this again, ❞ Zoro sighed in exhasperation. Before Yamato could bolt like he so clearly planned to do, he jerked a hand forward with the intent to grab his arm and haul him back. If he had to carry this kid over his shoulder, which was a feat in itself considering their height difference, he wasn't against doing so.

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ɪᴋᴋᴀᴋᴜ-ᴏғ-ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ:

Ikkaku couldn’t stop herself from inhaling sharply when Zoro touched her. His fingers were rough and calloused, the clawed grip firm but not bruising. And the way he rolled his tongue across the syllables of her name of definitely had heat pooling in her belly. Yet despite how turned on she felt, she was pretty sure the incubus wasn’t exerting influence over her. With how starved he must be, something like that would hit her like a damn truck, all subtlety gone. Maybe if he were well-fed like Nami–

Oh. That would make sense. She was still feeling the lingering effects from Nami’s feeding. She doubted it was intentional as a ploy to make her agree to make a contract, but witches were known to feel the effects of such things a bit longer than normal humans since magic was about channeling power and energy. For some it could even become an addictive high, which was why plenty of her kind ended up too easily caught in a manipulative demon’s thrall, exchanging their souls for power.

At least her goal was a little more noble. She needed protection, not cheap thrills, and she wasn’t going to hand over her soul.

She took a deep breath. Hot as he made her, Ikkaku couldn’t just jump Zoro’s bones like she wanted to. If this was going to work, she needed the incubus to see her as a potential partner, not just a food source. Especially since his whole problem was that he apparently didn’t want to feed.

Squaring her shoulders, her dark eyes became serious as she addressed the demon looking down at her. "Look, from what Nami’s told me, you’re not feeding because you think it’s a weakness, right? That’s…an admirable goal, but counter-productive. Not wanting to be reliant on it? Great. Starving yourself? Stupid. Or at least the way you’re going about this is. Every creature needs sustenance. Like it or not, yours is energy. Needing to eat isn’t some shortcoming you can overcome. If you hate that it comes from humans or sex or whatever, then you should be trying to find an alternative food source, not going on a hunger strike.”

Perhaps lecturing him wasn’t the brightest idea, given how proud demons could be, but Nami had implied that the fact that she wouldn’t take his crap was the reason he might take to her. And if this partnership was going to work, he had to know that she wasn’t going to stand for him draining his reserves for no reason. Not when her life was on the line.

“I’m a witch. That means I’ve got power and energy to spare. If we make a contract, you’ll be able to feed off of me and not accidentally kill me. Meanwhile, I can research some kind of substitute, whether it be potions or a charm that can convert one form of energy into another.” Inventing solutions and making charms no one else would consider. That was Ikkaku’s strong point, and hopefully as appealing as her energy.

“And since you’re probably smart enough to know I’m not doing this out of the goodness of my heart, I’m benefitting too. I’ve got enemies, and they’ve been sending stronger and stronger monsters after me. I’ve been able to take care of myself for the most part, but I’m outnumbered and could use some hired muscle.” Raising her chin a little, she asked, “So, how’s that sound?”

At the mention of him starving himself, Zoro's features tightened, and before Ikkaku even finished speaking he whipped his head around to level his half-sibling with an unimpressed glare. Of course she'd divulge this kind of information to a complete stranger without his knowledge. However, this just proved to him that she couldn't handle his stubbornness alone anymore. Good. She could back off at any time. Bringing in back up wouldn't change anything. Her shrug and smug little smirk had a noise similar to a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. Even with his attention elsewhere, he still listened to the rest of Ikkaku's little speech, beautiful black wings twitching every once in a while to show his annoyance at this entire thing. If Nami'd just kept her nose out of his business he wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. Stupid woman. ❝ I don't need a substitute, ❞ he finally rumbled, amber gaze returning back to the witch before him. ❝ Whatever bullshit Nami told you, forget about it. I'm not starving myself. I'm building up my strength, gaining a tolerance. She clearly doesn't understand that. ❞ The hand that had previously been holding Ikkaku's chin dropped, fingers curled into a fist as he backed away from her. This was a waste of time, as he suspected. Tilting his head off to the side, the light catching on the cracks within his broken horn and reflecting it like a metallic surface, he sighed. ❝ Look, it sucks that you're being hunted, or whatever, but that's not exactly my problem. And as I said, I don't need a food source. I'm perfectly fine with what I'm doing— ❞ ❝ Remember the last time? ❞ Nami piped up, her own annoyance showing now, and Zoro snapped his mouth shut with a snarl, fists tightening at his sides. As if he could forget. She constantly reminded him of the consequences that came with what he did. ❝ If won't happen again, ❞ Zoro retorted on a mumble, barely loud enough for Ikkaku, who was only a couple feet in front of him, to hear. But he knew Nami would, her snort confirmation enough. ❝ That's bullshit and you know it. Just take the offer. If you need more convincing, she tastes divine. ❞ Another growl, lips pulling back in a sneer at the taunt. He could already feel it the moment he walked into the quaint little cottage. Bitch probably fed off Ikkaku before he showed up just so her energy would be clogging up the place, forcing his hand. In the current state he was in, having already gone so long without feeding, fighting off his instincts was straining his already short fuse. The urge to take and take and take pounded insistently on his willpower. ❝ Why do you think I would agree to this little exchange? ❞

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ᴀᴋᴀɪsʜɪɴᴊᴜ:

His breathing feels like a burning flame, his lungs aching, but he adores the sensation. It’s perhaps because of the sudden rush of adrenaline, the agonizing hunt becoming like a second nature, his senses completely overly developed in that kind of situation. This demon is particularly resistant, half of his body nothing but poison, throwing spikes of bones and venom, its claws dangerous and hard to avoid. Ace is both exhausted and energized, his body reacting way before his brain is analyzing the situation. He would hate to see himself in a mirror right now, his traits just like his father used to be, demonic themselves, a large grin painting over his lips, and his tenebrous eyes focused on his victim. Is he a hunter or a murderer right now? He’s not sure anymore. 

“You know you won’t make it, filth?” Ace growls, while the fury is throwing its back claws once again, ripping off the rubble stones from the wall behind him. His reflexes are better when he’s in that state of wrath and hunt, as if something is guiding his hands and feet. He didn’t use his blood yet, afraid he would attract new beasts, but as the creature doesn’t seem to back off, using dark techniques to attack; he’s soon to abandon the manipulation of his blade to cut his palm open and exorcise the beast with his own blood; his secret ability, and his despicable legacy. 

“Shit!” Ace squats down, as if the demon has just read his mind, its attacks far more dangerous and faster than before, spikes of bones appearing onto his paws, his muzzle wide open, ranks of fangs exposed and ready to tear his flesh in pieces. Ace loses his balance and falls on his butt, immediately using his blade to prevent the demons from snacking on him. He blocks it between his jaw, pushing on the handle with his other hand while he hopes to slice his cheek. It’s losing its energy as well, if he plays it right, he only might have a few injuries, but for that, he’ll have to use all of his strength. It’s a matter of life and death after all. 

Ace yells, feeling himself like a demon, muscles trembling under the efforts, before his eyes suddenly widen. He senses something else… Someone else… Someone watching… Droplets of sweat are covering his forehead, while he’s praying there’s not another demon lurking in the dark…  

Up in the mountains surrounding the city you didn't get much company. Zoro preferred it this way. No temptations, nothing to annoy him or distract him from what he's been trying to achieve for decades. No real home to speak of, preferring to simply lounge in trees, or make himself at home in a dark cave somewhere. But, as much as enjoyed the peace and quiet so he could focus, boredom sometimes dug its nasty claws into him. Rarely would he be seen sauntering the streets of the city far below. Even from where he decided to make his 'home' he could smell the humans. Their tantalizing energy a pull he tried vehemently to resist. On top of that, he didn't much care for disguising himself. Zoro was proud of being a demon. A fear to many, living in their nightmares. Why should he have to hide that? Tonight though, he'd make an exception. It seemed someone—a hunter—had walked into his territory. Something to ease his boredom, at the very least. He watched the fight with mild interest, perched and hidden within the thick branches of trees. The demon, a disgusting thing with a form that had Zoro scoffing under his breath, appeared to have the upper hand, using whatever attacks its pea-sized brain could come up with to keep the hunter at bay. Zoro knew better, could tell the hunter had something up his sleeve that he was trying to avoid using. Why? Golden eyes narrowed as the hunter's knocked to the ground, and with a soft sigh he hops down from where he was observing. A shift in the air around his form, barely noticeable, and when he lands he lacks his demonic features, looking much like the human man currently fighting for his life. Attached to his hip are three swords, basic katanas which he pulls one free from its sheath with a flourish. ❝ Having some trouble? ❞ Zoro asked nonchalantly, not paying any mind to the animalistic snarl the demon threw his way. If the demon had any type of intelligence in its brain, it would've backed off immediately. Its kind hardly poised a threat to Zoro, but with his power level dulled by the hunger itching at his conscious, and the hunter mere feet before him, he couldn't very well excise his superiority. A jagged piece of bone discharged toward him, no doubt meant to harm with the poison dripping from it, got dodged easily with a flick of his sword, and Zoro's now steel gray eye narrowed again. It didn't move from where it had the hunter pinned to the ground, and Zoro didn't take another step forward. ❝ Need some help? ❞ He enquired again, gaze sliding to the hunter.